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chiskz · 1 year

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▶️ hyunjin & chichi moments I think a lot about || HyunChi (SKZ)

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board from video creator: i feel that the duo of hyunjin and chichi is often underestimated because they don't show as much affection to each other on camera. nevertheless, i feel that every moment they have with each other is sincere, which is why i decided to create this video 🫶 enjoy!!

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vlive. Hyunjin and Chichi sit next to each other as chichi slips his beanie over his eyes out of boredom. Hyunjin sits like this until chichi stops paying attention to him, at which point he pulls off his beanie and puts it over her head, then slides it down so that it covers her entire face.

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variety show. Chichi and Hyunjin stand next to the ball pool until they finally decide to squat next to it and check out the balls.

Hyunjin: Plastic ones.

CHICHI: Plastic ones indeed.

They both nod their heads as if they have made a great discovery. Chichi takes one of the balls and puts it in Hyunjin's pants, in place of his buttocks. Hyunjin raises one eyebrow slightly, then does the same to Chichi. The fun lasted so long that the editors had to make the cut already to the scene where their pants are all filled with balls. Why? What was the reason for that? No one knows.

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HyunChi vlive. Hyunjin reads the comments.

Hyunjin: What next hair color would you like to try?

CHICHI: If he keeps experimenting with his hair like this he will be bald soon.

Hyunjin: Do you wish me that badly?

CHICHI: No, i want to see you bald actually.

Hyunjin looks at her, squinting his eyes.

CHICHI: Tonight sleep with one eye open. I know where you keep your razor.

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Changbin, CHICHI, Hyunjin, I.N and Felix vlive. They dance to God's Menu, a sped-up version. When they fall tired on the floor afterwards, Chichi lays down on Hyunjin, who makes agonal sounds immedietely.

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behind-the-scenes footage for a photo shoot, where hyunjin and chichi pose in a unit. They pose professionally for a photo, then the photographer shows them the pictures on the camera.

Chichi looks at him, extending her lower lip with a shrug.

Hyunjin: It came out really really nice. Your beauty is blossoming more and more every day, but even so, I'm sure the camera didn't capture it fully.

Hyunjin: I'm really proud of you, Hwang Hyunjin.

Chichi lowers her eyebrows and slaps him playfully on the back a few times.

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fansign event. Chichi got a unicorn that twerks when turned on, as a gift, the same one that Hyunjin once got. Trying her best to hold back her laughter so as not to draw attention to herself, she takes it under her arm and hides under the table, silently moving toward Hyunjin. A moment later, only her hand is visible, placing the turned-on toy in front of him. Hyunjin immediately turns his gaze to it, opening his mouth wide in surprise, then looks slowly at the laughing crowd of STAYs. Chichi's laughter from under the table is clearly audible, even without a microphone.

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concert video. Chichi steps to the side of the stage for a moment to catch her breath, placing her hand near her ribs. Hyunjin is the first to notice this and immediately brings her a water bottle. He stays to the side with her until both are sure that Chichi can return to performing.

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skz-talker. Changbin makes an aegyo to the camera, but a moment later the cameraman zooms in on what is happening in the background. Hyunjin and Chichi are sitting on the couch eating snacks ostentatiously and apparently judging him hard with their gaze.

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fanmeeting event outdoors. The weather is not very cooperative, it's quite cold. Hyunjin has a coat, and Chichi has a thicker jacket, which, after looking at Hyunjin for a while, she takes off and puts on his shoulders. He wants to give it to her back right away, but she shakes her head and gestures, uttering "I'm fine" soundlessly every now and then.

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skz-code. Stray Kids enter the bungalow rented for them. Hyunjin and Chichi enter last, however in grand style. Chichi brings Hyunjin inside on her hands like a bride, with a veil made from a T-shirt he had in his suitcase.

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awards show. Chichi makes a speech thanking STAYs for winning the award, but Hyunjin finds that this is the best time to distract her. He puts his head on her shoulder and buries his nose in the hollow of her collarbone, tickling her. Chichi continues her speech, giggling every now and then and trying to move away, but Hyunjin moved with her every time she did so.

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skz-talker. Hyunjin and Chichi each take a grape and try to toss it and catch it in their teeth, the loser is supposed to receive a punishment. After one attempt, Chichi finally succeeds, and Hyunjin escapes punishment on the couch. Chichi laughs loudly and leans over him, pretending to want to hit him on the forehead with her fingers. Instead, however, at the last moment, she kisses him quickly on the top of his head and runs away.

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a compilation of moments when chichi always hides behind the hyunjin/hides her face in his shoulder when she is embarrassed or ashamed.

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moment from hyunjin and chichi's vlog from their trip to kawasaki. They are sitting in a hotel room, both wearing very loose clothes, hyunjin has a small ponytail and chichi has a loose bun.

CHICHI: I don't know anything about painting!

Hyunjin: And you need to know something to express yourself?

CHICHI: You say that because you are a genius yourself!

Hyunjin: I'm not. Let's do it just for fun.

CHICHI: Okay, let's do it... for fun.

They sit down on the floor, each of them has a canvas leaning against the dresser, and between them lies a small set of watercolors. Hyunjin paints a landscape from a photo he took earlier, and Chichi paints Stray Kids (in the form of stick people, of course).

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two kids room - chichi x hyunjin. Both sitting on the couch, with their legs curled up and with a bowl of fruit between them so they don't have to bend down to the table.

Hyunjin: Sometimes I think about how much we have helped each other grow.

CHICHI: Yeah, it is true. I have a feeling that when we met, we competed strongly, in a good way, of course.

CHICHI: I can say the same about you. When I saw you for the first time on the videos, I knew right away that you knew what you were doing with your body. I, however, envied you for your stage presence. Even as I watched group performances I involuntarily sought you out with my eyes. You have that something in you.

Hyunjin: Yes. When i saw you at Stray 9th, i was impressed by the way you danced. However, I wasn't jealous, I thought, wow, I can learn a lot from her. Especially since you were also doing this professionally.

Hyunjin laughs to hide his embarrassment and throws a pillow at her right away.

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youtube live - hyunjin, minho and chichi. Hyunjin tells the story of how the three of them plus Felix were in a restaurant one day.

Chichi tightened her lips into a narrow line when hyunjin stopped talking.

Hyunjin: Yes, we were there in... four. In four yes, me, Lee Know, Chichi and Felix. That is, the whole danceracha* got together and--

Hyunjin: Danceracha and Chichi.

He corrected himself by nodding, covering his eyes a little with the visor of his cap. Chichi smiled sadly, returning her eyes to the comments on her phone.

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* chichi was previously a part of danceracha [ read more here & here ]

#stray kids 9th member #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #hyunjin x oc #skz imagines #stray kids addition #idol!oc #idol!addition

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swampstew · 1 year

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Hey 👉👈😔🧎 hope you're doing well and staying hydrated,if the requests are open and u feel cool writing this ,I will be straight forward asking this🧍 can you write Maybe headcanons for Killer or law or Katakuri,,,,,, with Thier s/o first time riding Thier faces🧍🙏 , I'm down bad for these guys lately 😔 just imagine Killer trusting you nd loving you nd letting u just ride his pretty face,,,🤌🤌🤌🤌or Katakuri Begin careful with his teeth,,, Or law just cuz he hot nd I like his face ngl😔😔😔,,,,ight ,,feel free to ignore this if it's too much!

Hi @owlight you little deviant <3 I like your straightforwardness, I will give you all three of ya mans cause I'm fond of you (despite your fishy shenanigans.) You want face riding? You got it. Buckle up buckaroo.

CW: Spicy; AFAB reader; face riding headcanons; pussy eating; oral sex and masturbation; consent is applied wholeheartedly.

Minors DNI - you will be blocked

The first time Killer suggested that you sit on his face was after an intense battle with the Marines. His blood was surging and all he wanted was to have you close to him. Coincidentally, this was also the first time Killer allowed you to see him without the mask. He called it a trust exercise; you'd get to see his face, from your place above him as he ate you out.

You were hesitant at first, not entirely on board in being in such a position but Killer is nothing if not a smooth talker. It took him less than 5 minutes to convince you. Next think you know, you're in his bed naked and he's coaxing you over. Killer was still clothed as you crawled over his lap. Once your face was close, he gently slid his mask off - ruffling his hair to smooth out the helmet hair. You reach out and run your fingers through his soft mane, taking him in. He was everything, words die on your tongue because none would do justice to how beautiful every single feature is. You only get 30 seconds to admire him before he flops down, pulls his hair back, and as if you weigh NOTHING - he grabs under your thighs and lifts you up and on his face. Rude tbh.

Killer is very experienced and it shows. He lavishes you, praises you, worships you as he defiles your core with his tongue. Teeth gently nipping here and there; lips planting kisses around your sex. You admit being in this position had its advantages in spite of it being new for you. Body struggling to stay upright as you keen and squirm and jerk. You leak all over his surprisingly soft goatee hair.

He is quite skilled with his tongue, twisting and thrusting inside you, slurping and flicking your clit. When he sucks on your bundle of your nerves, you swear you feel closer to nirvana. His hands keep your thighs open as you ground down on his face, your hands fisting the mattress as you push down on him so greedy for more of him. His fingers dig into your flesh as you begin to convulse on him, snickering into your core as he doubles his efforts until you cry out in pleasure. 9/10 head game.

You hadn't seen Law emerge from his office in what felt like weeks but then he suddenly appeared in the kitchen as you were pouring yourself a cup of coffee. His lanky body draped over yours as he stole your cup and whispered in your ear, leaving your face red. Enigmatic son of a gun sprung face riding on you, what are you gonna do, say no?! Obviously not, so with a shit eating smirk plastered on his stupid, hot face as he leads you to his private cabin quarters.

Law's body is long in a way you didn't appreciate before you realized as you lay in bed with him, making out in the tight quarters with soft music playing in the background. He pulls you up on his body, trying to position you the way he wants. You rip his hat off his messy hair and toss it off the bed, his gray eyes light up in laughter as he watched it bounce of the mattress. Slim fingers press against your ass as he pushes you forward, the hairs of his goatee tickle your thighs as you slide on to his face. His earrings feel cold against your heated skin.

You watch him wet his lips and kiss your clit before he slips out his tongue. It's long, slender and strong as it presses against your core, swiping up to lick you up and down. You knew that he was an excellent french kisser but holy fuck could he french kiss your pussy. Man is having a gourmet dinner and you are the meal. Badahh bah bah bahh - he's lovin it.

Law openly laughs as you begin to desperately grind on his face, the tip of his nose pressed against your clit, shaking his face from side to side quickly to increase stimulation, making you cry out and arch back. Your head tilting backwards allows you to see that Law has been jerking himself off while he was eating you. What a talented man, is your final thought as the tension inside you snaps and you cum against his tongue. 8/10 kinda messy eater.

It took Katakuri ages to feel comfortable requesting this of you. It had taken him almost a year to remove his scarf in your presence! It was one of his best traits, his shyness. Crazy right? That The Katakuri could be shy...bashful even. One thing he definitely is - the sweetest man alive. You've never wanted for anything, he had you covered in every department - even in the bedroom despite the drastic size difference. There was also his sharp teeth to consider, watching him lick them as he watched you undress. Then you watched something that's for your eyes only...you watch Katakuri recline on to his back and beckon you forward.

Hiking up his body is not a figurative metaphor, it's literal but he so worth the cardio. You get to hold on to his hand as you climb though and that feels so nice, he's such a gentleman. His smile is honest-to-god so beautiful. It's so nice to seem him look so happy, gleeful, not a single crease of worry on as you settle over his face. His hands hold on to your legs carefully, his fingers doing their best to be a buffer between your skin and his sharp teeth.

Even though he can see into the future, that first swipe of his tongue is cautious and exploratory, eyes inspecting your face and body for ANY sign of pain or discomfort. When all he receives in response is a breathy sigh and grin on your face, he smiles and gives a second, cautious but more confident swipe up your sopping core. His tongue is large and heavy against you and you can't help but keen into the texture of his wet muscle. Katakuri can't help but smile widely when you keep doing it - he knew it was coming but it was still a treat to see it play out in real time. He'd been dreaming, thinking, wishing on this day to come but he'd been to nervous to actually do anything about it. Not until he contemplated asking you one day and his future sight told him you'd say yes. Then he had panicked and ran to his siblings for advice on eating pussy.

Katakuri is a dedicated man - once his siblings gave their advice, he did research like a nerd and then practiced on stuffed dolls. The stuffed dolls he had been gifting you randomly over the better part of a month. Presently he is showing off all he learned on your pulsing pussy as you cry out and grab his face as you buck into him, thighs squishing down on his jaw as you try to climb him again for more stimulation. You were getting to rowdy so for your own good, he applies all his focus on slurping and sucking your clit like a vacuum until your toes curl and you screech out in wanton pleasure, triggering him to pull off and stick his sinful tongue in you. Katakuri doesn't ease up - he plunges in and finds your g-spot like a heat seeking missile. You come undone a few seconds sooner than his foresight foresaw, clenching on his tongue as you cream around it. Tears leaking from your eyes as your body shakes in the afterglow of your orgasm, he eases you off his face and though your eyes are bleary, you don't miss the way his tongue laps up the juices on his face and chin. 10/10 King of Cream

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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BBY FIRST OF ALL CONGRATS ON 1.2K!!! 💜💜💜 for shiv's salon may I request javi g?? I'm obsessed with that man's hair and curls, maybe shiv convinces him to add some nice caramel highlights between???? Up to you, love!!!

Sil! Thank you for sending this sweet boy to Shiv's. I mean, who doesn't want to play with Javi's hair? But of course I end up writing something that doesn't actually feature much of his hair at all... I hope you like it anyway! sorry I got distracted by Javi and Frankie making friends 😍

Shiv's Salon: Javi Gutierrez

732 words | warnings: sweet sweet sunshine boy meets grumpy helicopter pilot, gorgeous hair

You hear it first, the obnoxious purr of a car engine as a silver sports car pulls up along the curb right outside the salon.

‘Looks like a damn expensive car,’ you remark, hands on hips, as a man emerges from within.

Frankie takes a look outside and snorts derisively. ‘It’s expensive, alright.’

Your salon is in a working class neighbourhood, so you can’t say you know what to expect from a rich client - but you certainly didn't expect this.

A shy face, lit up by a sweet smile, peers around the doorway, thick fingers gripping the frame bashfully. Lush curls fall charmingly over his warm eyes, and when he emerges fully from the threshold, you think to yourself that his yellow shirt aptly reflects the sunshine that he exudes.

'Hello, is this a hairdresser's?' he asks in a vaguely European accent.

‘You’ve come to the right place. Come on in!’ you smile back.

As he makes his way into the salon, his hair bounces about his face as if in slow motion with the movement - you can almost hear generic TV commercial music in the background, and a whisper of because you’re worth it.

The spell only breaks when you hear Frankie suck in a breath. ‘Whoa.’

With two sets of eyes swinging towards him, Frankie flusters endearingly and clears his throat in an almost aggressive manner. ‘I mean - uh - nice hair, man. Good on you.’

The man ruffles his hair casually with a huge grin and moves up to the counter, holding out his hand. ‘Thanks man, that’s so nice of you to say. I’m Javi.’

You shake it with a smile. 'Hi, I'm Shiv. This is Frankie. It’s so nice to meet you, Javi. Here, have a seat and we'll get started.’

‘You run this place together?’ he asks conversationally as he settles into the styling station.

‘I own this place, Frankie stops by when he’s off his shifts.’

‘What do you do, Frankie?’ he asks.

‘I’m a pilot. I fly helicopters.’

Javi almost springs out of his chair excitement, swivelling around towards the counter. ‘Oh man, that’s so cool! You know what, this is fate - we’re actually looking for a pilot for my new movie. I’m in the area scouting for locations, actually. We should talk. Here, let me give you my card.’

Frankie rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Uh, sure. I’m sorry, I don’t have a fancy card or anything like that.’

‘Don’t worry, man, just give me a call later.’

‘Thanks Javi, I will.’

You smile to yourself - it’s not every day you see Frankie Morales making a new acquaintance, but you’re chomping at the bit to move on to what really matters. ‘Look, I’m sorry to cut the chatter short, but I gotta say - Javi, your hair.’

He winces self-consciously. ‘I know, I know - I haven’t had it cut in a while -’

You shake your head vehemently. ‘No, Javi, I just mean it’s gorgeous.’

He’s quick to blush, but he glows at your compliment. ‘Thank you. I try to take good care of it.’

‘Do you mind?’ you point at his head, asking for permission to dive in.

‘Oh yes please, of course,’ he replies without hesitation, obviously a people pleaser.

His curls are as soft as they look, but full-bodied, with real weight and substance as your fingers glide through them. You ruffle through the layers, enjoying the silky slide on your skin, all the while observing the cut and the shades of golden brown as you go.

You glance back at Frankie and tease, ‘I feel like I’m cheating on your hair with Javi’s.’

He shrugs. ‘I don’t blame you. I probably would do the same.’

‘Well? What’s the diagnosis?’ jokes Javi.

‘Best hair I’ve ever seen on a client. It's to die for,’ you pronounce.

Javi seems delighted, giving you a fist pump. ‘Yes. I think I like this salon.’

You chuckle. ‘So, how would you like it cut today?'

'What's your professional opinion?'

'I'd keep it long for sure if you don't mind doing a bit of styling in the morning. How do you feel about some highlights?'

'Like - frosted tips?' asks Javi dubiously.

You laugh. 'No! I’m thinking of very subtle highlights, just a bit of caramel to really bring out those gorgeous golden curls.'

‘I trust you,’ declares Javi with an easy grin. 'As Americans say, knock yourself out.’

Fuck Yeah 1.2k Sleepover

#fuckyeah1200sleepover #shiv's salon #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez fanfiction #tuwomt fanfiction

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aro-comics · 2 years

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Platonic

Platonic, 1/1 - The Original Arospec struggle 😭 … okay, I'm (half) joking, but quite genuinely this has been a big challenge for me navigating this world as an Aro! I know platonic affection is something people struggle with, aro or not, but I personally believe the aro flavour has its own unique layer of anxieties.

I've touched on this before, but a lot of this stems from my experiences growing up. When I was a kid, I really wanted and tried to express affection in a way that feels … authentic? And genuine? To how I relate to/experience platonic feelings for others. I don't know if my struggles with social skills affected this, but trying to show affection didn't end well most of the time. People thought I was being weird, or misread my intentions and would give (extremely unwanted) romantic advances. I know it's not the end of the world, but … this impacted my relationship with friendship as a whole. It hurts to feel like your feelings aren't reciprocated! And after a while this led me to reconsider how I communicate and express myself, if at all.

😅 … and yeah, I realize that was a bit of a downer. If it's of any comfort or positivity, like I mentioned in the comic I am working past what I now know is the effect of amatonormativity on me. I've been reflecting a lot on this topic so I've got a lot of (still forming) thoughts, but the gist of it is this: I know now I don't need to feel bad for being confused and conflicted about how I relate to and express my feelings for others - and even though I don't know what I really want when showing affection, being aware of why I feel this conflict is a much healtheir place to start from. I think my next steps are going to be more honest about my feelings with myself, since I learned to ignore a lot of them with amatonormative pressures. I hope it will eventually lead me to communicating these feelings more openly in my relationships in the future too 💚💚

As usual, I want to emphasize not every aro goes through the same things. If this doesn't apply to you, that's totally okay! Actually I'm really glad if you haven't had to experience this flavour of inner turmoil haha 😂 Either way, I'm always interested to hear about your perspective on all of this. Is this a part of your experience as an aro too?

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Slide 1: Celia sits in front of some plants, holding a blue watering can. "Something I've struggled with my whole life - and still am now, to a lesser extent - is showing affection platonically in a way that's authentic to how I'm actually feeling."

Slide 2: She continues "Even for people I'm not necessarily platonically attracted to, just people I genuinely enjoy being around and want to express my apprecation for -"

Slide 3: She stares down at an illustrated board of her thought process. "I'm always second guessing how I should behave"

On one side, Figure A shows her being very excited to see her friend. She has a whole puppy dog eye thing going on, and in the background she thinks: "should I be as excited as I actually am to see them?? What if I seem toooooo friendly? OH NO what if they think I'm flirting? What should I do? Help -"

On the other side, Figure B shows her standing with a much calmer if somewhat blank expression. An arrow labelled "A very platonically appropriate distance" is between them. She thinks "Or I can try toning it down … but WAIT what if I don't seem happy enough when I see them? Will they think I'm too reserved? WHAT IF THEY THINK I'M BORING AND THEY DON'T WANT TO HANG OUT AND-"

Slide 4: "As you can see … it's a dilemma" She says while making the stereotypically anime-esque streaming tears face.

Slide 5: She shrugs now, "But in all seriousness, I'm not going to pretend I have any good answer for this - because I don't, I'm still figuring things out. At least now I understand it's the amatonormativity getting to me."

Slide 6: "And moving forwards, I think as long as I'm being respectful of other people's boundaries, and communicating how I'm feeling … I'll work it out eventually." She waters her plants.]

#RegularComic #Platonic

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jerzwriter · 10 months

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I'll Have What She's Having... (1/3)

OK - I had too much fun writing this! This is for @choicesprompts Rewrite Event. I selected this iconic scene from the best romcom of all time, When Harry Met Sally. I will be posting two other scenes from the movie as well.

Background: In this AU, Tobias & Casey are good friends. They're two doctors working at neighboring hospitals. They have a lot in common and love each other's company, but they decided to keep things friendly. Today, they're meeting for lunch, and Casey's becoming annoyed because Tobias is late... again. I hope you enjoy this!

Book: Open Heart (Choices)

Based on: When Harry Met Sally (Movie)

Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Casey Mactavish (F!MC)

Rating: Teen + / Sexual situations (not explicit)

Words: 1,500

A/N: As mentioned above, participating in @choicesprompts Rewrite Event

Casey felt a slight chill run through her as goosebumps formed on her skin. She rubbed her arms to warm up, though she wasn’t complaining. The cafe's arctic air conditioning was a welcome reprieve from the sultry Boston day outside. She glanced at her watch and sighed. Punctuality mattered to Dr. MacTavish. Most people knew that and tried to respect it. Unfortunately, that didn't include her dear friend, Tobias. She was beginning to wonder if he was purposefully late every time, but… her mind shifted as the front door opened, ushering in a hot summer breeze, the sounds of honking horns, and one handsome, smirking physician. Most would look sheepish for making her wait, but not Tobias Carrick. His bravado was as present as the defined muscles visible, even through his t-shirt. All she could do was shake her head.

“Hey there, sunshine,” he beamed, sliding into the booth across from her, and instantly reaching over to grab one of her fries. Casey smacked his hand away, but he was too quick, and happily chewed on the fried treat as she huffed.

“You’re late again! And for your punishment, you can’t eat any of my food! You'll have to wait until your own arrives!” She slid her plate away and protectively leaned over it, inadvertently offering a peek down her tank top. Not one to miss such things, Tobias clearly noticed but looked away quickly. He was not letting himself think of her in that way. He'd give her this battle; she could keep her fries.

“I’m not that late,” he grumbled as he flagged the waitress over.

“You’re fifteen minutes late.”

“If we’re being honest, I walked in the door two minutes ago, so technically, I’m only thirteen minutes late, and I had… reasons.”

“Mmm,” Casey sighed, playfully taunting him with her fries. “Let’s see, you didn’t drive… the T is running on schedule… you’re off from work today… a good reason… what’s their name?”

“Whose name?” He asked that sheepishness suddenly appearing.

“The reason’s name,” she grinned. “Whose bed did you have trouble crawling out of to come to have lunch with little ol’ me? You know you really have to start scheduling better.”

Tobias’s face tensed up as a rare look of exasperation appeared.

“I wasn’t… I didn’t… I wasn’t crawling out of anyone’s bed… OK!” He insisted. But Casey refused to look away, her lips curled into a knowing smirk as her eyes locked on his.

“Fine! We never made it to the bed… it was more like the couch… wiseass.”

Casey popped another fry into her mouth… victorious.

“OK,” he chuckled. “Stop being so cocky… it's not like you know everything.��

“Oh, I know enough! For example, I know. I’m so glad I never slept with you.”

“Really?” He answered, appearing to be insulted. “And why is that?”

“Because… I’d just be another notch on your belt. Another person you rushed out of bed... or off the couch from... to go have lunch with a friend. Late, of course.”

“So you’re happier with the role of friend?”

“Absolutely! I mean, you’re a halfway decent friend..."

"Gee, thanks!"

"Would you shut up," she scolded, reaching across the table to playfully smack him. "I mean, we have longevity. I'm confident you'll still be in my life this time next year, but if I was one of your conquests? I'd just think you were an asshole.”

“An asshole?” His voice and brows were raised, and Casey was unsure if he was really mad, but she didn't back down.

“Yes, an asshole. No one is saying that you have to settle down and get married, Tobias. But you’re like the walking definition of wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. At least I hope you get the thank you out before you’re rushing to the door… manners are important!”

“You know,” he said, dropping his just-delivered sandwich to his plate. “I don’t promise anyone anything more than that! I’m not a total dick! Besides,” he smiled smugly. “They seem happy enough with the results.”

“Of course they do. You’re out the door before they can offer any constructive criticism. I'll bet half of them never even get your number.”

He aggressively took a bite of his sandwich, confidently catching Casey’s gaze. “Trust me. They’re pleased.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“What do you mean? How do I know… I know.”

“Why? Because they have an orgasm?”

“An? An implies one. That's for amateurs. Please, I'm insulted," he winked as Casey chortled. “Why are you laughing."

“Because unlike your… species… we can fake it... even more than once. So you don't really know.”

“Do you fake it?”

“Me? Never. I'm not about to give someone a prize for something they haven't earned."

“Mmm, but you’re saying the women I’ve been with do?”

“I'm not saying all of them,” she shrugged. “But sadly, far too many women still do it, so yeah, I’m sure at least a percentage of them have faked it.”

“No, they haven’t,” he snickered, quickly grabbing one of her fries.

“Oh, yes. I forgot,” Casey chided. “You know… because… you’re a man.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning most women have admitted to faking an orgasm, and most men say it's never happened with them… so you do the math.”

“Well, I'm not most men,” he said cockily and returned to eating "I'd be able to tell the difference."

Casey decided not to say another word, but her wheels were spinning. With a sardonic smile, she put her plan into motion.

“Ooooh,” she gasped softly. Doing it again to ensure she had his attention.

“Case?”

“Oh… oh, God…” she whispered, leaning forward the slightest bit."

Tobias’s brow furrowed in concern. “What is it? Are you sick? You need to leave?”

“I… I… oh God,” she muttered, the volume of her voice increasing as she let out a soft, languid groan. “I just… I just… Oh my... GOD!”

Tobias sighed and placed his food on his plate. The look on his face was a mixture of mortified and amused, and he wasn't sure which side he was going to land on.

Her eyes screwed shut, and her well-manicured hand ran slowly through her long, wavy hair as the other desperately clutched the table, balling the tablecloth in her fist. Her face flushed pink, her breath more jagged, then her head flung back with dramatic flair.

“It’s… you’re… oh my, God… right there… right… you're right there... don't ... don't stop... AHH!” She wailed, now commanding the attention of everyone in the tiny cafe. Normally unflappable, Tobias appeared to blush as the attention grew, offering a half-smile and slight wave to those watching the show unfold.

“Oh, God… Oh, God… that’s it.. that’s so good, oh, God… Tobiiiasssss,” she hissed in a graveled tone as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, alarmed at the effect her saying his name in such a way had on him. “Tobias, you’re … you’re… Oh God… Oh God... Yes! YES! YES! YES!! YESSS!” she screamed as her back arched and her head thrashed wildly from side to side, her hands desperately grabbing the table, causing the ice cubes in their drinks to jiggle with her every gyration.

Without an ounce of remorse, she sat upright, and fully composed, she returned to eating as if she didn’t have ten cell phones pointed at her, capturing her award-worthy performance that was bound to go viral.

Bemused, Tobias studied her with an impish grin.

“Are you done?” he finally asked with amusement.

“Oh, absolutely,” she smirked. “And hopefully, so are your delusions.”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “You know, now I’m kinda happy we never slept together, too.”

“Oh really? I already told you I don’t fake it, I can, but I won't… so you wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“No, but apparently, I’d have to worry about everyone in my neighborhood hearing.”

Casey’s eyes locked on his, a smile so innocent it defied the moment on her lips. “And that would be a problem for you?”

Tobias reached for his glass, downing the contents in their entirety in the hopes it would quench the heat rising in his body. Heat that had nothing to do with the temperature outside.

“Honesty, no,” he grinned. “That’s not a problem for me.”

“I didn’t think so,” Casey giggled.

“Say, what are your plans for the rest of the day? Wanna go see the game tonight?” he asked, compelling himself to change the subject.

“Can’t,” she replied as she chewed her food. “I have a date tonight.”

“Oh? With who?”

“A resident at Kenmore… but I’m not telling you who unless we decide to go on a second date. I don't need you antagonizing them.”

“Like I would?” he answered as she shot him a knowing look.

They fought over whose turn it was to pay the bill, each insisting it was their own. When Tobias grabbed the check and headed toward the counter, Casey Venmoed him for her portion. And he thought he won?

The hot air hit them the moment he door pushed open. And while Casey relished it for a moment, Tobias did not. He had yet to cool down from all that had transpired inside, and this wasn't helping. He rocked on his feet as they stood outside.

“So. You’re really not going to tell me who it is?”

“I will,” she replied bashfully, “if there’s a second date…maybe.”

“Well, that's definitive," he laughed. "Fine. Have fun… and don’t fake anything.”

“I never do,” she laughed, reaching up to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Hey, you up for brunch tomorrow?”

“I can do brunch,” he answered, quicker than anticipated.

“Good," the smile on her face went all the way up to her eyes, then with a twist of her hips, she was walking away. But not before stopping once more to offer some advice. "Oh, and Tobias," she smiled, “don’t be late.”

He watched her walk away and kept watching until she was lost in the crowd. Then he took his phone from his pocket and lifted it to his ear as he turned to walk in the opposite direction.

“Hey!” he said enthusiastically when his call was answered. “Sally, it’s Dr. Carrick. Listen, can you do me a favor and look at the schedule… what residents are on duty tonight?”

“Great,” he replied. “And can you send a copy of that list to my e-mail? You’re a doll, Sally. I’ll make sure to mention it to your boss!”

His mind kept wandering as he walked home. He'd figure it out. It would be easy, he thought. A simple process of elimination. He’d have the person’s name by tomorrow at brunch. In fact, he’d have tonight before he headed to bed… early. After all, he needed a good night’s sleep because there was no way he was going to be late for brunch tomorrow.

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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Glimpse of Us (t.h)

look at him he is so precious i just want to hold him and tell him he's wonderful :(

summary: time to finally get back at Tom for his pranks. who knew he'd fall for it that easily?

a/n: trying to get back into the swing of writing again. a combination of two requests I received to do with the song 'Glimpse of Us' by Joji. tysm for requesting! <3

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Ever since you'd started dating Tom and joined into his friend group, you'd often found yourself the butt of the joke. Not in a mean way, the boys just couldn't resist a prank every now and then and in their words, your reactions were 'not to be missed'. The fans loved them too, many videos of their pranks going slightly viral. You could take a joke, but eventually there was only one thing left to do: revenge.

"I don't see why we all have to go to the grocery store," whined Harry. "Can't just one or two of us go?"

"No, because you always nominate Y/N or me." says Harrison, rolling his eyes as Harry begins to bicker back.

While all four boys are preoccupied in their argument, you take your opportunity to surreptitiously prop your phone up against your leg. The camera catches Tom in the driver's seat, completely unaware of it's focus on him. Next you slowly slide Tom's phone from the centre console into your lap, quickly adding a song into the play queue. Replacing his phone, you turn to the boys in the backseat.

"Boys!" you say loudly, drawing their attention out of their argument. "It's not even 10 A.M, can you shut it for at least another half hour?"

"Exactly what I'm saying, I could be in bed right now." sighs Tuwaine, leaning against the window and staring out dramatically.

You smile sweetly as the boys are quiet, punching the air in your mind as Tom seems to read your mind, reaching out to turn the music up before you could. That'll work even better than your plan.

Tom reaches out and gives your knee a quick squeeze as the song comes to an end and the song you had queued begins to play.

She'd take the world off my shoulders

If it was ever hard to move

You see Tom's brows frown sligtly as he clearly tries to place where he's heard these lyrics before. When the chorus begins to play, you take a deep breath to put your plan into action.

'Cause sometimes I look in her eyes

And that's where I find a glimpse of us

"Tom," you whisper shakily, biting your tongue to keep a straight face.

"Y/N, honey, what's wrong?" he immediately questions, placing his hand on your leg.

"I- I- can't believe you!" you cry. "How could you?"

"I- What? Love, you're not making any sense." he tries.

"I've given my all to this relationship for the past two and a half, almost three years, and the whole time you've been thinking about someone else?" you say, making your bottom lip wobble in an incredibly convincing manner. The boys begin to perk up from the back seat, leaning in slightly to hear the conversation.

"Darling, what are you on about?" Tom questions, completely confuddled. "What have I done? You've got to tell me what I did so I can fix this, right?"

"I don't know if you can fix it," you mutter, leaning away from his touch. "After almost three years you're still stuck on someone else, and this is the way you deign to let me know? Through a song, surrounded by all your friends?"

"I think we might actually be Y/N's friends not Tom's friends after this," announces Harrison, glaring at Tom.

"Yeah, I might actually be Y/N's brother not Tom's brother in a minute." adds Harry.

The song continues to play on unhelpfully in the background, as no one thinks to turn it down to de-escalate the situation.

Said I'm fine and said I moved on

I'm only here passing time in her arms

"Can everyone shut up for a minute?" asks Tom, taking one hand off the wheel to rub his head. "I'm not trying to tell you anything, my love. I didn't even put this song on!"

"Yes you did," you sniffle. "You put it on because you relate to it and you're still thinking about someone else."

Just as Tom is about to defend himself again, he realises that perhaps he did put the song on? He's been hearing it all over TikTok and it's been stuck in his head for days. He only added it to his playlist because he thought it was a good song for when he's sitting in the back of a car in the rain, having his main character in a music video moment. Surely you knew that? You knew that you were all he'd ever wanted and more. Right?

"You know what Y/N, I can't be perfect all the time," he says, raising his voice slightly. "If you can't get just how much I fucking love you, then I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I do my best, I get you flowers on date night, I always make sure to send good morning and goodnight texts when we're apart, I get your favorite cereal every week I go shopping even though it looks like a unicorn threw up in it. If all it takes to break this relationship apart for you, then I think we really need to re-evaluate our trust for each to each other." he finishes.

He glances over after a few seconds of your silence, his messy brow raised in worry. The boys hold their breath, frowning when you curl up on the seat, giggling.

"Babe," says Tom, concerned. "This is a serious argument we're having."

You only laugh harder at that, slapping the air as you scramble to find your phone and holding it up in the air. When Tom glances over again, catching a glimpse of it still recording, he lightly bangs his fist against the steering wheel, rolling his eyes.

"I'm totally kidding you," you wheeze.

Tom simply pouts at the camera, hunched over in his seat as the boys breath out in relief. You post the video on your Instagram story, turning it off and letting it rest in the cupholder as it already begins to buzz with the fans reactions to your post.

"I put the song on." you clarify. "And I wasn't upset. At all."

"I genuinely thought we were going to break up over this," pouts Tom. "And I could already see the rest of my life, sitting in front of the TV only eating your gross cereal because it reminds me of the love of my life, and then throwing up because it's so disgusting. Rinse and repeat."

You laugh, reaching out to grab onto his hand and rub gentle circles into his palm as you lean across to kiss his cheek.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I had to teach you guys a lesson. Do you forgive me?"

Tom pretends to think it over, exaggerating his pout.

"I might if I get another kith," he whispers, inventing a lisp to try and gain sympathy.

You pretend to gag at his attempt at a baby voice, leaning over to kiss his cheek once again nevertheless.

He grins slightly.

"One more?"

You roll your eyes this time, hoisting yourself out of your seat to press one more kiss to his soft cheek.

He turns to you, grinning madly.

"Think I could get one more?"

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thank you so much for reading! i'm sorry if it's a bit shit, a quick write to try and get some creativity flowing. reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

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hoodharlow · 2 years

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Birthday Revelations

AN: not me posting within the same week as part 9 🤭🤭🤭

Requested? This one scene for my bby Zooty

Warnings: angst Jack and Miriam argue in the first half but make up , brief mentions of smut, and nosy tiktokers

Miriam was in one of the guest rooms in Jack's house in Louisville sorting some of her clothes. They flew in last night from Miami. They had just gotten back from Jack’s work trip to Turks and Caicos. He got his dream collab with Drake and they recorded their song there. Miriam didn’t do much other than work on her tan, read her script for the movie role she auditioned for and got, and hang out with Adonis in the resort Drake rented out.

“Are you ready?” Jack asked, popping his head in the room.

“No, I have no idea what to wear.” she sighed. She was in a Calvin Klein bra and panty set with one of Jack's flannels over it.

“We’re having breakfast with my parents and grandma. I don’t think they care what you wear.”

“Okay give me ten minutes.” she said, waving him out of the room.

She decided on a Paco Robanne crystal net and chain-link dress from the fall 2019 collection to go on top of a black tight, long sleeve knit dress from Cult Gia. She finished off the look with her black Versace platform boots. Since it was still cold she was wearing the ACNE Studios leather shearling jacket Jack gave her.

Once she was ready, she disconnected her phone from the charger and slipped it in her jacket’s pocket. Lastly, she grabbed Jack’s present from one of her trunks. When they were in Miami, Katalina was there on a girls trip with her other model friends and dropped off a trunk for Miriam. It had more appropriate clothes for the cold Kentucky weather. She also stored Jack's present there because he was nosy and liked to go through her luggage. He was too jetlagged to even notice that Miriam had another bag with her.

“Are you serious?” Jack asked her when she made her way, taking her in her disco ball look.

“What?” she asked.

“You didn't have to dress so fucking extra, Miriam.” he said, opening the passenger door for her.

Miriam was taken back by his comment. She knew she tended to over-dress for every occasion, even if she was being unintentional about it. So hearing Jack say that hurt her feelings because it was Miriam's thing. She used fashion as a way to express herself and she hates it when people dismiss it.

Fashion was very time consuming and analytical. It's not just thinking something is cute and pairing it with something else and calling it a day. A lot goes into making a look, designing a clothing collection, planning a runaway show, a magazine lookbook or anything that has to do with fashion.

Jack noticed the large box wrapped in the Cardinals logo with a red bow in the corner sitting on her lap. “What’s that?”

"Your present." She mumbled.

"You okay?" He asked, noticing her demeanor change.

"Yeah, I'm just jet lagged."

She shifted in her seat and curled up aguant it, giving Jack her back. She pulled out her phone to check with her parents. While she was at it she posted a video of the Tesla Miriam drove in the Nail Tech video getting towed and Jack was laughing songard he couldn't breathe to her Instagram Stories. She also reposted Lil Nas X's birthday to post Jack. Specifically the slide. It was a picture of the three of them from Jack's birthday last year. Jack had his arm wrapped around her chest and she hugged his arm while his other arm was lazily around Nas's shoulders.

She checked her texts and saw one from Jenna Ortega. She was asking if she could post a video of the three of them. It was from last year when she and Miriam were filming their show, which has been getting rave reviews (especially about Miriam because she was able to dominate the screen even though she had a recurring role). Miriam and Jenna were supposed to film a scene where they're at a high school party and a song they both like played in the background as they took shots. The director let Miriam pick the song so she chose SUNDOWN, but Jenna didn't know it. Coincidentally Jack had gone by to drop some snacks for Miriam so he taught Jenna the lyrics. He took the teacher role a bit too seriously and had the girls clutching their sides with how hard he was making them laugh.

"Jenna wants to know if she could post the video she took from when you were teaching her the lyrics to SUNDOWN." She asked him, breaking their silence.

"If you're okay with it." He said, turning to the street he used to live on.

Miriam nodded and texted Jenna it was okay to post it.

They reached his parents' house and exited the car. Jack noticed Miriam didn't wait for him to open the door for her. He quickly deduced she was mad at him based on that alone. He didn't know why, but it explained why when he tried to rest his hand on her thigh, she was facing toward the window. He watched her walk ahead of him and greet his family. He hugged his parents and grandma.

When they all went inside, Miriam had disappeared. Monét, Clay's girlfriend, told him she excused herself and went upstairs to get something. While his mom and grandma set up the table, Jack snuck upstairs to check on Miriam.

He walked in and found her folding the clothes she arrived in. For some reason she changed out of them into a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck shirt she had left with him.

"Why did you change?" He asked her.

"You said I was dressed extra." She said, not looking at him.

"Are you seriously upset because I said you’re dressed extra?" Jack asked, chuckling in disbelief.

Miriam huffed angrily and quickly composed herself, saying, "I'm not gonna start something that's obviously going to lead to an argument at your parents' house."

After breakfast Jack and Miriam went back to his house to catch up on some rest because they had a long night ahead of them. First they were having dinner with Jack's family then they were going to meet with Jack's friends to celebrate him and Urban.

Miriam gave him the silent treatment the whole drive home. When they got to his house, she went straight to the guest room. Jack, not in the mood to argue with her, retreated to his bedroom and napped. His sleep schedule was off from all the traveling they did in the last few days. But now it was time for them to get ready for dinner.

He knocked on the guestroom door and poked his head. Miriam was laying in bed, watching Jersey Shore on her MacBook wrapped up in her blanket.

"We have about two hours before we have to meet my parents for dinner." He said.

"I'm not going," she said, pulling the blanket over her head.

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows. From what his mom said, Miriam was the one who made the reservations.

"I don't have anything to wear." She said still not looking at him.

"What do you mean you have nothing to wear?" He asked confused, looking around the room full of clothes.

"I don't have anything that isn't 'extra'." She finger quoted as she got off bed.

'Not this shit again' he thought to himself when she brought up 'extra' once more. He rubbed his temples. "Why are you so upset? They're just clothes."

"They're not just clothes to me!" She yelled, frustrated. "You obviously don't get that because half of the time you're dressed like a gym teacher dresses like he tries too hard and the other times you get clothes picked out for you. I could easily go off talking about your music, but I won't because I respect you enough not to talk out of my ass about something I don't understand but is important to you."

She took his silence as a response and got back in bed. She pulled the blanket over her and pressed play in her show.

Jack, not wanting to make her even more upset, left the room. He pulled out his phone and texted Mede. She got upgraded from friend's baby mama to assistant because of how organized she is and was able to help Miriam sort her traveling schedule. He wrote that he upset Miriam by calling her clothes 'extra' and he needed help to fix things. Mede replied with her go-to Jerry meme where the mouse made a 'you're joking' look. Seconds later she sent him a series of articles from various fashion magazines.

What caught his attention was that all the articles were written by Miriam. The first one that was published was from 2016 for Cosmopolitan Mexico and the most recent was for Vanity Fair posted a few days after The Batman premiere they attended. Jack skimmed them all. He was caught off guard at how articulate Miriam was. Obviously he knew she was smart. She never lets him forget that she got a degree in applied mathematics with a focus on quantum mechanics from UC Berkeley. He was just impressed at the attention to detail and how she was able to break down and explain things for people who didn't know much about fashion, but still write eloquently.

All in all he felt like an asshole. He should have known better than to have called her extra. He texted Mede thank you and she replied with another meme. This time it was a sassy chihuahua.

He went down to the kitchen and fixed her a matcha latte with oat milk as a peace offering. He added a handful of the tiny ice cubes Miriam liked. He followed the instructions of the back of the matcha tin and whisked some matcha powder with hot water. Lastly he poured the matcha and oat milk into the cup of ice and he carried the drink upstairs.

When he reached the guest room, he saw that the door was open, but he still knocked. Miriam sat in front of the vanity, outlining her face with different shades of brown and pink. She was dressed in a short silky robe.

"Yes?" She asked, squatting down in one of her trunks and grabbed a pair of tall red bottoms. "Did you need something?"

Jack was taken by surprise with how calm Miriam was. They had argued not even an hour ago.

"Jack? You okay?" She asked, reaching for the beauty blender when she sat back in the vanity. She gently dabbed it on her face.

"Uh," he cleared his throat. "I just came to apologize."

"You don't have to." Miriam said.

Through the mirror she watched Jack sit on the edge of the bed.

"Yes I do. You were right. I shouldn't have minimized what you do and–"

"Jack, you're not the for nor will you be the last person to make those types of comments." She said, turning around to face him. "No one really takes me seriously. People see me as some spoiled rich girl who buys whatever I want and thanks to my parents I get everything handed to me. When I was in college I went through the same shit. There was a girl in my Latin American studies who took every comment I said out of context and tried make me sound stupid. The classes I took for my major were filled with rich dude bros who tried to make me feel inferior. At the end of the day, I don't care about what other people think. I was just hurt by your comments, but I'm over it."

"Miriam, let me apologize."

"I already told you I'm over it."

"You deserve an apology though." Jack said, pulling her to his lap. He ran his hands over her thighs then his blue eyes met her brown ones. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was out of line for calling you and your clothes extra. I have no excuse other than being an idiot. One of the things I love about you is how confident you are in your style. And–"

"Jack you're rambling." Miriam said, wrapping her arms around him.

"Shit," he mumbled as his cheeks flushed a bright pink.

"But I accept your apology." She said, gently scratching his beard.

They both leaned in for a kiss. Miriam cupped his cheek and deepened their kiss. She pulled away and gently pushed Jack down onto the mattress. With one arm, Jack wrapped his arm around her and gently tossed her onto the middle of the bed. He hovered over her and they resumed kissing.

One of his hands made its way down Miriam's body and untied her robe, revealing that she only wore lace thong under. He slightly pushed her legs apart so he could fit between her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her collarbones. He made his way down, nipping and sucking her breasts, not carrying that he left any marks.

"Were you being serious when you said that I could do whatever I wanted to you since it's my birthday?" He asked, looking up from her stomach.

"In theory." Miriam shrugged.

"Mhm." He responded.

Jack cupped Miriam's breasts and shoved his face between them. He pushed her breasts against his head and shook his head from side to side whilst making motorboat sounds.

"Did you just motorboat my tits?" She asked him, watching him kiss down her body.

"Yes, and I'll do it again, but first I want to eat my favorite meal." He said.

He sat on his knees and tugged Miriam's thong off her. He settled back down, placing her thighs on his shoulders, and dug in.

"Unzip me."

Miriam turned around so Jack could unzip her dress. She wore a custom black Valentino cocktail dress that reached mid thigh. It had a unique design of a semi, yet elegant, but revealing opening on the bodice. She paired it with thigh stockings, a pair of black five inch red bottoms and of course her black ACNE Studios coat that Jack got her.

"Damn, Miriam, you couldn't have waited until after the parking lot emptied." Jack teased her as he unhooked the fastener that had the zipper.

"You wish." She said before climbing to the backseat.

They had just finished dinner and were on their way to a bowling alley where the original birthday party was supposed to be held. Which meant it was time for an outfit change for Miriam. She quickly put on a black, off the shoulder, feather lined Christian Cowan minidress. She switched out her red bottoms for a pair of satin D'Accori platform sandals.

Miriam made her way back to the passenger seat and buckled up. She glanced over to Jack. He wore a shit-eating grin.

"What?" She asked, tugging down the dress.

"You look beautiful." He said.

"I know." She said as she pulled out a makeup wipe.

"You're not gonna compliment me?" He gestured to his outfit. He wore a blue and white plaid button down with black pants and all white 550s.

"Uh," she began, trying to find something that stood out to her. "The blue is a nice shade?"

"You're an ass." He fake cried.

Miriam rolled her eyes and sorted through her mini makeup bag as Jack drove to their next destination. She had on a bold red lip for the dinner, but she decided to go for a more natural color. So she wiped off the red lipstick and she swiped on some lip balm and a shimmery rose nude gloss over her lips. She reached for Jack’s hand that was on her thigh and kissed the back of it, marking him. Jack glanced and softly smiled at her.

"I'm sorry everyone crashed the dinner you planned." Jack said, breaking their comfortable silence. "I don't know how Neelam took me telling her you planned a dinner for her to invite everyone to the restaurant. I'll pay you back."

At some point when she was getting ready, Neelam had called Jack to discuss what they were doing before the actual party and he told her that he already had plans. Miriam had rented out an entire upscale steakhouse for Jack and his family to enjoy a nice private meal where they wouldn't be bombarded with people filming them or interrupting Jack to get a picture with him. When the couple arrived at the restaurant, all of Jack and Urban's friends and family were waiting for them. Miriam went inside and tried to sort out with the restaurant because they had an additional thirty more people to feed. Fortunately all their staff was there and the dinner went by smoothly.

"Jack, you're not paying me back. I wanted to treat you and your family to a nice dinner. Sure there were a few more people that attended but I still accomplished what I had planned. Unless you didn't like the dinner."

"Oh no that shit was good," he said, patting his stomach. "Not as good as your pussy I had earlier though."

"You're so annoying." She rolled her eyes.

"Isn't that why you love me?" He grinned.

"Yeah and I'm starting to wonder why?"

Jack rolled his eyes at her comment and placed his hand on her thigh. Miriam flipped it over and clasped her manicured hand over his to cover his PG ring so she could take a picture of their hands. She posted it and placed her phone in her bag.

They arrived shortly at the bowling alley. It was the one Jack was supposed to take Miriam for their first date but they missed it because they ended up spending over three hours at Vincenzo’s talking and enjoying each other's presence.

Jack turned off the engine and quickly got out of the car to open the door for Miriam. He helped her out of the car and placed her jacket over her shoulders. Miriam held onto his arm as they walked over to meet up with everyone.

At the bowling alley there were more people inside. Friends of friends who somehow knew Jack or Urban and managed to get invited. Jack led Miriam to the VIP area where his friends and family were. They went around greeting the group and settled in a navy blue armchair. Miriam sat on Jack's lap.

"Do you want something to drink?" Jack asked her, mindlessly running his hand over her thigh. "We can get you a cocktail or something."

"I'm good." She said nestling, in his chest. "The three wine glasses I had at dinner just hit and I wanna sober up for later tonight."

"What's happening tonight?" He asked her, gently biting her neck.

"Some of that," she whimpered. "But also something involving the teal thong I have under."

"Fuck," Jack groaned.

"But that's later. Right now I wanna bowl." She said, standing up.

Jack led her to the shoe renting station. A server called his name and he went to get the food he ordered whilst Miriam got their shoes. He noticed that when they were at the restaurant she only had a Cesar salad and some mashed potatoes, so he ordered her some plain wings and fries. He made his way to an empty lance and waited for Miriam. Minutes later she came over and sat next to him and pulled out some wet wipes to clean their table.

"You missed a spot." Jack pointed in front of him.

Miriam stood in front of him and leaned forward to wipe down, oblivious to his true intentions. That was until she felt her skirt of her dress bunch up around her hips, exposing her ass to the bowling alley. His hands playfully smacking her ass like he was playing the bongos.

"Stop," she said, reaching back to pull down her skirt. She turned around and found him proudly smiling.

"I like watching your ass jiggle." He shrugged, bringing her down to straddle him. His hand slipped in her skirt, toying with the teal thong. "These feel nice. Are these from Victoria's Secret?"

"Victoria's Secret?" She cringed. "Last time I wore that shitty brand was when I was in high school. My pussy is selective about what goes near it."

"Glad I made the cut." He grinned confidently.

“And now I’m starting to reconsider.” she said without missing a beat. “Anyways, we should start bowling, that's what we came for." She said, grabbing a tray of wings and carrying them to the scoreboard in front of them.

"Wait, we forgot to give you the kiddie lane." Jack said. "At Calum's birthday your bowling ball spent more time in the gutter."

He was referring to Calum's birthday a few weeks ago that was also held at a bowling alley similar to the one they were in.

“I don't need them, I’m actually good at bowling. At Cal’s party you were distracting me.” she said, typing their nicknames on the scoreboard. Jack’s was ‘Harleezy’ and hers was ‘movie star’.

“I was not.” he totally was. She wore a mini skirt and Jack stood behind her to make sure no one saw her lack of shorts under her skirt.

“Whatever, this time I’m not gonna let you distract me.” she said, tying her bowling shoes.

“I don’t need to if you’re gonna just be in the gutter.” he said walking up to the lane.

“Your balls wish they were in my gutter.” she said as he tossed the ball.

Jack dropped the ball when he heard her say that. He cursed and watched the bowling ball roll into the gutter. He dropped his shoulders in defeat and walked back to Miriam.

“My turn.” she said, picking a bowling ball. She effortlessly scored a strike. Miriam turned to Jack and shrugged.

In the hour they’ve been playing, Jack was quick to learn that Miriam was really good at bowling. She mostly got strikes, saved for the occasional spare. They were tied which meant their last round was the tie breaker.

“Jack, we’re gonna cut the cake in five.” Neelam said when she approached the pair.

"Okay, we're gonna finish this last round." Jack said, waving her off.

“Jack, c’mon.” she said in a more stern voice.

“I said, we have one more round.” he snapped.

“Jack, it’s fine.” Miriam whispered, not wanting things to escalate. “We can bowl some other time.”

“No!” Jack whisper-yelled. “Why can’t she wait three minutes.”

“Jack, please.” she said.

“Fine.” he rolled his eyes.

The pair took off their bowling shoes and made their way up to the VIP area. Jack went up to the DJ booth with Urban meanwhile Miriam went to sit with Jack’s friends. Her face lit up when she spotted a familiar face.

“When did you get here!” Miriam said, wrapping her arms around Aleena.

“Like ten minutes ago, I was adding the finishing touches to some orders I had.” she said.

Aleena was Sunni’s girlfriend but she was also one of Jack’s friends from high school. Miriam met her last summer when she visited Jack in Louisville for the Fourth of July. But she didn’t get to see her on the 'No Place Like Home' tour because she was in Mexico visiting her family. Aleena owns a panaderia- pastry shop and she always made sure Miriam had her conchas.

Miriam and Aleena made some small talk until it was time for everyone to sing to Jack and Urban.

Jack looked around to everyone as Bryson Tiller got everyone singing ‘happy birthday’ to him and Urban. Jack’s eyes landed on Miriam and he gave her his signature smile. He got everyone to sing to Urban then the two best friends cut their cakes. A server came by and cut pieces of cake for the guests and another one was placing them in a tray to hand out.

Jack took a corner piece for Miriam and took it to her.

“Where’s my cake?” Aleena asked him when he set the slice down in front of Miriam.

“Right here.” Sunni said, squeezing her ass.

She gave him an unamused look then pulled her phone out of Sunni’s pocket and handed it to Jack. “Make yourself useful and take some pictures of us.” she said, fluffing her dark waves.

“What she said.” Miriam said, getting in front of her.

Aleena knelt on the velvet couch so her and Miriam can have height difference in their pictures. Miriam leaned back into her, so Aleena could wrap her arms around her.

“You’re in the frame,” Aleena told her boyfriend, gently nudging him to get off the couch.

They got in position once more, but Aleena had no idea where to put her hands. Given the pose they were doing, the only logical place to put them was on Miriam’s chest.

“Don’t be shy, get a good handful.” Miriam said, pressing Aleena’s hands onto her breasts.

“Or not, Aleena. Keep your hands to yourself.” Jack said.

“Tú no me mandas.” Aleena sassed him, squeezing Miriam’s breasts to annoy him.

Jack looked at Sunni and murmured. “I’m not liking this friendship.”

When they got home, it was close to three in the morning. Miriam yawned as she made her way to the kitchen for some water. She washed the cup and put it on the dish drying rack to dry. She was about to exit the kitchen when she saw her gift still intact sitting on the counter. She furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed it, taking it upstairs to Jack’s room.

“Why is your present still wrapped?” she asked him as he got out of the bathroom in his tank top and grey sweats.

“I felt weird opening it knowing you were mad at me.” he said putting his shoes in his closet.

“Okay, but I’m not mad at you anymore, so you can open it.” Miriam said, handing him the box.

“I forgot to say this, but thank you.” he mumbled between kisses.

Jack took the gift and sat next to her on the bed. He lifted the box close to his ear and shook it, trying to figure out what it was. It sounded big and the box itself was kinda heavy. He placed it on his lap and carefully tore the tape off the wrapping paper so he wouldn’t rip it. He looked at Miriam and rubbed his hands together like Anthony Adams, making her laugh. He pulled the paper off, revealing a blue shoe box with the UK flag on top.

“This better not be what I think it is,” he told her.

“We’ll never know unless you open it.”

Jack removed the top and it was exactly what he thought. They were the exact pair of blue suede Reebok sneakers he had in the fifth grade. He vividly remembered the night of the baseball game when he ruined them in the rain.

“How–” Jack cleared his throat. He sniffled. He looked up at her with tears pooling around his eyes.

“Don’t cry.” Miriam said, hugging him.

“I’m not.” he said, wiping his eyes. “I got something in them.”

“Emotion?”

“Shut up.” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around her. He pecked her lips. “Thank you.”

“You should thank Claudia’s mom. Soni has connections everywhere and she was able to get them for me.”

“Yeah, but I can’t thank her.” he said.

Jack reached to the back of her dress and unzipped it.

Miriam pulled away. “Wait, I had something planned.”

She got off the bed and went to the guest room. She grabbed the teal bra that came with the thong she had under and shimmied out her dress and put it on. She slipped on the silk robe she had on earlier and made her way to Jack’s bedroom.

She entered the room and found him sound asleep. She removed her robe and bra. She opened one of Jack’s drawers and grabbed a t-shirt. She quickly did her nighttime routine and got in bed. She kissed his freckled shoulder.

“I love you Miriam.” he murmured in his sleep.

Around ten in the morning they woke up. Jack laid her down on the bed. With one hand he slightly lifted her head and kissed her. He used his other hand to pull one of her legs over his waist as he deepened their kiss. Miriam pulled away to catch her breath, giving Jack access to her neck. She whimpered his name when she felt his teeth gently biting her.

Having enough of him on her neck, she pulled him back to her lips. She loosened the grip around his waist and used her thighs to grind into him. Jack groaned, feeling how ready she was for him through the sleep shorts she wore. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down to her chest. He tweaked one of her nipples while he nipped and sucked her other breast.

Mede’s designated ringtone blared, making the couple jump.

“Ignore it.” Jack mumbled.

“It has to be important. I told her not to call me before noon.” Miriam said, rolling over to get her phone from the nightstand. “Bueno.”

“Dude your shit got leaked!” Mede yelled.

“What?” Miriam sat up.

“Some gringa on tiktok posted this whole thing from Jack’s party and added a bunch of videos of you and Jack.” she explained. “I’ll send you the tiktok. Please hold.”

“Okay, thanks for calling me.”

“You’re welcome, and your mom said to call her so y’all can work it out.”

“Bye.” she hung up and groaned.

“What happened?” Jack asked her.

“People know now.” she sighed.

“About?”

“Us.”

“Shit.”

Seconds later Miriam got a text notification from Mede. It was a screen recording because apparently the tiktok got deleted just as she was looking for it, but Claudia had screen recorded it.

“Mede sent me the tiktok.”

Jack sat back and pulled Miriam to his chest. She pressed play.

"I don't want to share this, but I feel like it's my duty. As a woman I have high morals and have to expose the truth." The influencer took a dramatic kong pause then took a deep breath. "Maria Dominguez is cheating on her boyfriend with Jack Harlow."

Miriam paused the tiktok and looked at Jack. A few seconds passed and they burst into a fit of laughter. Once they collected themselves, they continued watching the video. The gringa that posted the tiktok was Jack’s old hook up that was there when Miriam visited Jack when he was touring in the fall. She went on saying that ‘Maria’ was a terrible person for coercing and manipulating Jack into being her side piece. The last minute was just a bunch of clips stitched together of Jack and Miriam kissing and being couple-esque.

“Now what?” Miriam asked Jack.

“Let me call Chris.” He got out of bed and hit up his manager.

Miriam took it upon herself and checked twitter. It was a shit show. Some people genuinely believed the tiktoker while some used their logic and pointed out that Miriam never said who she was dating. And based on the pictures she’s posted and how her and Jack were always together it would make sense that they were dating. Both talked about being private and not wanting their business out there for everyone to comment on. Lastly there were a few who theorized that it was all PR because they have projects to promote.

A few minutes later he came back and plopped next to her.

“What did Chris say?” Miriam asked.

“He said we can either ignore it and hope it passes, or to make some sort of statement that confirms it. I say we go with the latter because I don’t like that people are taking shit about you.” Jack frowned.

“I’ve been called worse.” she shrugged.

“Miriam,”

“I’m just saying.”

“How about I order us some breakfast and we sort this shit out after we eat.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Miriam nodded. She kissed him. “I’m gonna shower.”

Jack nodded. He made their bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. He ordered their breakfast from his favorite deli shop. To pass some time he went on twitter. He was annoyed with all the comments people had made about Miriam. But he did laugh at some of the memes people posted reacting to them being in a relationship.

PopCrave had reposted the now deleted video and Jack decided to retweet it and added 'If you're gonna make up some bullshit lies about me and my girl at least get her name right. You sound racist calling her Maria.' He checked Instagram and saw that Miriam had posted a bowling recap from last night. The first slide was of her sitting on her heels with her ass out like she was twerking. The second slide was of her doing the dougie when she got a strike. The third slide was her and Jack's names on the bowling score keeper. The fourth slide was one of the pictures Jack took of Aleena squeezing Miriam’s breasts, and the last slide was a picture of Jack's hand on her ass from the video he took of her grinding on him. Her caption was 'changing my name to Maria.' Jack snorted when he read it and commented 'I like saying Miriam when I cum in you tho.'

“JACK!”

Seconds later he heard Miriam open the bedroom door and trud down the stairs.

She pulled off the towel of her head and tossed it at him. "Delete that comment."

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xddaengx · 2 years

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can I request stress relief with dokyeom😳like he pretend to be all fine because he doesn't want others to overreact but his girlfriend is the only one that find out and help him about that🥺🥰

Your boyfriend was never one to show his struggles.

You watch him as he jumps off the lounge at South Korea scoring a goal against Australia, high-fiving seungkwan sitting on the lounge besides him.

You watch as he struts into the kitchen asking if anyone needs help cooking, only to be assured everything is under control.

You watch as he sets the table, laughing and joking with Hoshi who tries to undo the progress he's already made.

You watch as he smiles as his group members, none of them catching the way his eyes don't crinkle at the corners like they usually do.

"Min?" You question as he starts loading all the dishes into the sink, losing yet another game of rock, paper, scissors to the rest of the group. "Do you want me to help?" You ask softly, trying to ignore the rambunctious crowd making kiss faces in the background.

"I'm okay, princess. You go have fun, I'll finish these really quick." He responds, your shoulders drooping as he flashes you another smile that doesn't quite hit his eyes.

"I wasn't actually asking, Seokmin. I'll dry and you wash." You mumble, giving his tense shoulders a quick rub, before picking up the tea towel, drying the dishes he hands to you.

"Thank you." He whispers and you nod, knowing he finds it hard to admit he needs help. To admit he's tired.

"I was thinking, if I feign nausea maybe we can leave a little early and go home to watch the new jurassic world movie on fast pass." You say softly, bumping your hips together as a real grin forms on his face.

"That sounds like a plan."

"I can't believe you actually pretended to vomit." Seokmin says as the two of you walk into your apartment, a chuckle following.

"You know I had to, Hoshi would keep us hostage if we didn't have a good enough excuse." You laugh, throwing you bag to the side as you pull off your coat.

You take a few steps forwards your hands gliding up the shirt on Seokmin's back as you admire his profile from the back.

"You seem a little tense at the moment." You coo, rubbing the knots in his shoulders lightly before trailing your hands back down, stopping at his hips to tug, pulling him around to face you.

"I guess I have been. This comeback is so soon after the last one, it's like we haven't had time to breathe." You nod at his words, leaning forwards on your tippy toes to push some hair out of his face.

"Well why don't you let me take care of you for a bit, I think you need to relax." You whisper into his ear, as you lean a little to the side, capturing his lips with yours.

Seokmin lets out a surprised squeak before melting into your kiss, his hands falling to your hips, his steps following yours as you push him towards the couch.

"All you need to do is sit there and enjoy." You start, pushing Seokmin to sit on the couch, smiling down at him, placing a quick kiss to his lips before sliding down to sit on your knees.

"Wait you don't need to-" You hold up a hand to silence him, the position often pulling seokmin out of his comfort zone as he tended to be the one pleasuring you. You smile again as he slumps back against the couch, settling for just watching as you undo the ties on his sweatpants, tugging at the fabric until it slides down his legs. Seokmin raising his hips to make things easier for you.

"No underwear? Dirty boy." You grin, pushing a hand forwards to grasp his semi hard cock. Seokmin lets out a strangled groan at your movements, his cock hardening instantly.

"Princess, please no teasing." He whines, his eye pinched close as you stroke him a few times.

"As you wish." You hum before leaning forwards taking him in your mouth. He lets out another long groan, his hand raising to tangle in your hair, his hips jolting every time you move back up his cock.

"I'm not going to last long." He whines, and you smile, stroking your tongue up the underside of him before taking him entirely in his mouth.

"Shit." He curses, his hips bucking up into your mouth, his hand holding steady in your hair.

"Cum for me, min." You coo, stroking his wet cock with a devilish grin as you watch his body relax further into the couch, his thigh tensing as cum spurts from the top.

"Feel more relaxed?" You question as you lick the white, salty liquid of the head of him, Seokmin shaking his head in frustration.

"Not at all." He begins, his movements quick as he lunges out the lounge pushing you into the plush carpet, tugging at your own sweatpants with a smile. "My turn."

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #dokyeom #dokyeom imagine #dokyeom fanfic #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut #seokmin #seokmin fanfic #seokmin smut #seokmin x reader #drabble #prompt list

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skzinka · 1 year

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note : thumbnail made by me, don't mind the timestamps !

note 2 : at first, it was just supposed to be a skz-record, but i finally got an idea for a mv, so it became a skz-player, but unfortunately i don't have the pictures anymore to make the thumbnail.. so i left it like that..!

MAIN INFORMATIONS !

TITLE : little circle

RELEASE DATE : january, 2021

LYRICS WRITTEN BY : inka, han (3racha)

COMPOSED BY : inka, han (3racha)

ARRANGED BY : inka, han (3racha), bangchan (3racha)

SONG CLAIM : mermaid by jang yeeun & rohann

BACKGROUND !

as many people know, inka and jisung have difficulty controlling the anxiety they may feel. then one evening when, crushed by the hateful comments of people who are not able to believe in them and support them, they decided to write a song that would motivate them every time they listened to it. they wanted a song that people could relate to and use to blow away their bad opinions, and believe in themselves.

CREATIVE PROCESS !

writing what they felt was not difficult, but making it accessible to everyone was more complicated. so they started writing it down whenever their anxiety wanted to get the better of them, meeting in each other's rooms for the lyrics, before going to the recording studio to do rhythmic tests. they already had a little idea of the melody and the arrangements to be made (all with the help of their beloved leader, bangchan), so the rest of the composition was done without too much hassle. after many weeks, the music finally saw the light of day to the delight of our two artists.

the mv is really emotional because, at first, we see inka walking in a city in the middle of the night, tears silently sliding down her cheeks, with questions and doubts filling her head. we can read the anxiety on her face, while the different shots follow one another, especially when she has trouble mastering a choreography in the dance room, or when she can't control her voice during a recording. then almost before the chorus, we see her blowing for a long time, then arming herself with a bright smile while going on stage, appearing radiant in front of the fans. the videos are from different stray kids' concerts, where we can see inka blossoming and dazzling under the spotlights. and suddenly, she finds herself on a beach, finally joined by jisung who hastens to pull her towards the sea, while laughing and smiling heartily. they have fun and enjoy the happiness of the moment, thinking of nothing else but their beating hearts.

STRAY KIDS' MEMBERS REACTIONS !

the boys were not so surprised by the music, because inka and jisung could not help but sing it all along in the dorms. but the first official listening was followed by applause and congratulations, especially when they understood the nature of the lyrics. knowing that inka isolates herself a lot, jeongin and seungmin were a little surprised to see her "talk openly" about her worries in a song, but they offered her all the support they could.

STAY'S REACTIONS !

some stays understood immediately that the song mentioned jisung's anxiety, and the bad comments that could sometimes slow him down in his career. but most of them were more preoccupied with the lyrics sung by inka, not being able to believe that she could feel the same. the music didn't flop an inch – the link of the song continued to circulate here and there to pass the message hidden behind the lyrics : don't let opinion hold you back, believe in your dreams and work hard to achieve your goals.

INKA'S MESSAGE !

" STAY ! do you like little circle? han and i wrote it together, in order to give you all the love and motivation you need to accomplish your dreams. don't let anyone tell you what to do, be your own boss and believe in your abilities. stay are invincible, right? in any case, stray kids believe in you! so never give up hope, even if everything seems impossible, keep in mind that a dark tunnel always has a bright exit. love you stay 🫶🏻 "

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Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur ramble time (***Spoilers ahead, trying to keep it light though***)

This is officially my favorite active Disney show (not counting The Owl House because it only has one episode left), and top 3 overall behind Ducktales and Owl House. Which is saying a lot when a show is up in that tier just six episodes in.

Way (waaay) more under the cut...

First, let's talk about Lunella. Specifically, her role in the plots of all these episodes. Every one of them teaches her a lesson not only for defeating the villain, but more importantly a life lesson. And not just "aw gee I'm gonna be a horrible person for the first half of this for no reason other than in service of the lesson." We get to see her flaws established, why she has them, and how it affects her relationships with friends, family, and even herself. We are getting to see Lunella naturally learn and grow as a borderline teenager, and that's just awesome.

I raved about the visuals last time but this show just has such a unique style. The next time somebody complains about western media all looking the same, show them this show. There is not a single wasted frame, and every chance for a neat visual or background bit or whatever is taken advantage of.

My favorite element is how the characters slide or snap or otherwise move between poses. It reminds me of Clone High, especially the scene in Ep. 3 with Casey and her dads. It gives the show this energy that makes it feel like everything is moving all of the time. Plus, the gag of Casey sliding out of frame in the cafeteria in the Beyonder episode was really funny.

And the humor! I didn't keep count but it felt like I was laughing at a lot of the jokes, even just the sight gags like I was describing up top. The characters are starting to stand out and find themselves which is a big step in my show-watching experience.

And the music!! How many other Disney shows are gonna have a Childish Gambino song that they have to censor every couple words? What a move. I want to see the S&P emails on that one.

Anyway, I cheated and listened to some of the soundtrack a couple nights ago in anticipation and it absolutely delivers. But for as good as it is, the visuals make it pop. If you saw the first two episodes and how they ended, you know what I mean.

The Beyonder is a whole thing that I'm gonna take another appearance or two to get an opinion on. Seems like if the Collector was an adult, which is scary tbh. The ending of his episode really threw me for a loop.

LGBTQ+ rep shows up all over the place in this show. We've not gotten a main character yet, but Casey's dads have I think appeared way more than Violet's dads ever did. When they're not in screen, there's references to them in Casey's room for example. There's also trans flags, both blatant and hidden, littered all over. There's a scene where Lunella meets a character and they exchange pronouns, one of them using they/them. We also get another enby side character from that scene, although I don't think they've had much outside of that except for one other mention.

(this paragraph contains spoilers for an unreleased future episode(s)) Based on the soundtrack, I think a love-centric episode is coming up. Seems to be straight and I assume it's Lunella and a guy. Not 100% though and I'd be pleasantly surprised if it went in a different direction. Please come back to this in a month or two and tell me how dead wrong I was.

Future spoilers are over now.

What else... I dunno. Clearly I have a lot to say and will probably think of something else later, but if you for some reason decided to stick with this whole ramble then that's awesome.

TL;DR, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is amazing and the first six episodes are on Disney+ so please go watch it

#moon girl and devil dinosaur #marvel's moon girl and devil dinosaur #mgadd #mgadd spoilers #lunella lafayette #casey calderon #the beyonder

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whywoulditho · 2 years

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a bunch of haikyuu headcanons i can't stop thinking about

i can't find the time to finish the manga so it lives in my head 24/7. *sigh* bear with my silly thoughts about these gay volleyball dorks

W: brief mentions of mental illnesses and eating disorders

Atsumu is dyslexic. (Bad at academics, gets the worst score in every test. Teachers usually understand so he doesn't fail his classes but he knows that volleyball's the only thing he's actually good at. So he tries his damn best all the time -to show that he's not so useless after all, he's good at one thing, at least. And yet, his brother is better than him at that thing too. I like the angst.)

Kiyoomi has OCD. (I'm actually just projecting myself but it's not my fault it fits him perfectly.) He was diagnosed when he was very little and has been going to therapy for as long as he can remember. I've seen a couple of articles about how in some Asian countries such illnesses have to be said in CV and resumes and people can face discrimination in employment because of them. Which made me wonder, could Kiyoomi have had a hard time getting into an official volleyball team? Could his long history with this incurable mental illness have gotten in the way of his career despite his talent? I think maybe his parents wanted him to get a college degree in case his volleyball career doesn't work out just because of this. And I think he was really scared too.)

Yamaguchi had an eating disorder in middle school and recovered throughout his high school years. (Tsukki might be stupid in many things but he's careful with this one. He reads about it online and tries to help. When Yamaguchi's parents are out for the night he invites him over to dinner to make sure he eats something. Yamaguchi says it's okay, he doesn't have to worry about it so much. Tsukki says shut up, he means I like spending time with you. He's getting there.)

Atsumu and Kiyoomi were married in the 2021 Olympics. Ushijima and Kageyama didn't know for like a week. (that's when they decided Kiyoomi would change the name on his Jersey lol)

After a whole year of travelling the world by himself, Nishinoya started feeling lonely —and scared, when he realised the world was bigger than he thought. If Asahi hadn't tagged along he would have given up and gone back home. But when he did, Nishinoya started enjoying travelling again. They stuck together since then,

Asahi proposed in Paris because they're silly and sappy and in love like that.

Suna and Komori are gossip besties. They talk shit about everyone in the V. Leauge. Osamu joins sometimes. Kiyoomi sells info.

Hinata is allergic to many things.

Atsumu claims he hates his brother but he takes all his teammates to eat dinner at Onigiri Miya three times a week.

Yamaguchi brings lunch to the museum for Tsukki. All the other staff there ADORE him. They're all surprised someone so nice like Yamaguchi is friends with Tsukishima Do Not Interrupt Me While I'm Lecturing About Tyrannosauruses Kei.

Kiyoomi is terrified of insects. (Atsumu wants to make fun of him for it but he's equally scared. Meian rolls his eyes and curses all his life choices as he mumbles "ok you can get off the table now, i threw the spider out" for the fifth time that week.)

Bokuto gives the best hugs. (He spins people around too, to Akaashi's horror. —"Please stop doing that in front of my coworkers, Bokuto-san, I have a reputation.")

Kuroo always interrupts Kenma's livestreams, unintentionally. It starts with a hand that slides a plate for him every five hours. Then there's a whisper yelling of "Eat your vegetables too, I made them with love, Kyanma, have some respect and eat your vegetables." which Kenma only responds with clearing his throat. There's distant chuckles coming from the background or Kenma yelling mid-game "Kuroo get off the net my connection's lagging!" Things like that. They don't say it to public but they don't try to hide that they live together either. (Kodzuken fans started a tag #thatguykodzuliveswith on twitter and they ship the two. Kuroo thinks it's hilarious.)

(This one's a bit sad) Iwaizumi and Oikawa were dating in high school. They were disgustingly in love, too. In their senior year, Oikawa applied for a bunch of teams but got rejected. Since he never made it to Nationals, his resume seemed dull and teams didn't want a rookie setter with no visible success. Among the teams that did accept him, the best one was Club Atletico San Juan, in Argentina. But as uncharacteristically as it may seem, Oikawa was hesitating. Over thinking about what would happen to their relationship, could they really make it work? Was it worth it? Iwaizumi saw right through him, of course he did, and he didn't want to hold him back from achieving his dreams. And like the dramatic idiot he is, he broke up with Oikawa. And did his best to break his heart, too. Oikawa boarded his plane and went to the other side of the world with nothing but anger in his heart for Iwaizumi. Iwa cried a lot, but he was sure that this was the best thing he could do for Oikawa, letting him go. (The next time they saw each other was in the Olympics. After the Japan vs. Argentina match Iwaizumi found him in the locker rooms. Oikawa punched him. They got back together. Or maybe they didn't. I don't know. I like breaking their hearts I like the angst.)

Kiyoomi pretends to hate kids but he gets along with them. (as long as they don't touch him so much they're pretty cool little humans) kids like him a lot. He's surprised too. (I'm projecting—)

Miyas' grandma loves Suna better than both of the twins.

Tendou dragged Ushijima to Disneyland and forced him to do all the stupid things there was with him. (He thought he was forcing him while Ushijima was actually enjoying the trip a lot.) (Also, the moment Tendou saw Ushi with Mickey ears and face paint was the moment he knew.)

Korai and Hirugami have been dating since their last year in high school, but they haven't told their families about it. Years later in Schweiden Adlers, Hirugami's older brother Fukuro is Korai's team captain. And Korai feels so guilty for secretly dating his brother that he can't even look at Fukuro in the eye. They hesitate whether they should tell him or not, and Korai is stressed tf out™ all the time thinking that soon captain's gonna find out and they'll kick him out of the team. And then, one day in a team dinner Fukuro turns to Korai and says, "This place's fish is great, you should take Sachiro on a date here someday, he'll love it." ...He's known the whole time.

Everyone is asexual because I am and I say so.

Atsumu and Kiyoomi are dog parents.

Kenma and Kuroo are cat parents.

Yamaguchi and Tsukki are bird parents.

Suga and Daichi are plant parents.

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etirabys · 11 months

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retrospective on a recent mild brain crash

here's how much fiction I've been writing this year. About mid-month I hit a good clip – between then and now I averaged 1400 words a day

Most of that was on one project. Most of my projects are speculative, "I have one cool idea, let's see where it goes" – they go nowhere, I'm mostly okay with that. This one I had a clear idea of the overall shape. I named the file "sufyan short.md" like one of those people in high infant mortality cultures who give babies placeholder names because they don't want death to notice that there's something to cut down

anyway it's a novella

The only two novellas I've ever completed, I got out in like, a week or two, putting everything else on my life on hold. So I had a vague background belief that if I didn't complete this project this month it was doomed. I don't think I explicitly said to myself, "It's this month or bust," because that would be an Unhelpful Self Pressuring Thought / Irrational Catastrophizing. But it turns out I believe that anyway & have been acting like I believe it. Taking stock of all the hours and energy I have and allocating it precisely between software job, novella, partners

I crashed (spent a few days feeling simultaneously fine & on the verge of some implosion, then rapid onset depressive episode yesterday), and have felt kind of mystified by this whole thing. It's been long enough since I pushed myself this hard this long that I don't quite know what to take away. Imagine if much of your life was dedicated to building the tower of babel, and each time god demolished it around ten stories. Then, somehow, things really came together and you got a hundred stories up. Then god came around to demolishing it. The landing, of course, was harder than usual. And you blink and try to take some lesson away from it – did you go too fast? was god mad about the workers not having enough breaks? was the foundation unsound? – but it all sounds like nonsense when you're still trying to process "we got to a hundred stories this time? we only do that about once every five years! should we just try the same thing over again?"

The crash leadup felt like... just... being obsessed with my project. There's a sliding scale from "manic about project, words gushing out of me" to "not making any progress but anxiously thinking about it all the time, turning it over and over in my mind to find the next entry point from which I can grow it further". When I slid from the former to somewhere in the middle, I didn't notice that this was bad

When I got consciously anxious about the project I was like "oh that's silly, let's shut down that anxious thought" but I didn't take the time to look at the… non-explicit/verbal ways I was anxious about it? Like, my attention was constantly rapid-flickering back to the novella even when I wasn't working on it

Scheduling explicit blocks of time for writing hasn't worked for me in the past, so my writing strategy is "when my brain spits out the next bit that it wants to write, immediately sit down and get going". So I'm frequently in a state of "not doing anything in particular but open to the urge". So each individual instance of rapid-flickering didn't seem bad, because it could be the prelude to gathering enough momentum that I sit down and pound out another 2000. It only looks bad when I step back and notice the ratio of thinking to writing is quite high. I've been quite productive the past two weeks, but my efficiency was a lot lower than Carnot efficiency.

And because I was mostly paying attention to output and not efficiency, I went "things are going really great! keep cranking!" and then, splat.

Anyway, takeaway thoughts/ideas from the latest wreckage of Babel.

This may not be possible, but the best way to reduce "it's now or never" anxiety is to trust myself to come back to the project. If I had to spit out a reasonable timeframe for someone else to complete this novella, I'd say 3 months. But because I don't think I can trek that long, I gave myself like 10 days. The better I am at sticking to long term projects, the easier I can drive myself

It's fine to be obsessive, but maybe set aside 4 hours in a day when I'm absolutely not allowed to think about it?

This has never worked for me, but maybe I should try just blocking out time every day to work on the fic. I'm in the unusual-for-me position of having a lot of scenes left but few unknowns – where you'd expect mechanical plodding to be most effective.

One issue I have is that I have a lot of "work" activities and "zombie" activities but few "relaxing" activities, so when I have some energy but don't want to push myself, I end up either being a zombie (which I then regret) or working (which burns me out). I suspect the intermediate level is consuming fiction.

My 1-2 nights of insomnia a week are a big deal. It is time to hold my nose and grovel at psychiatrists until one gives me Ambien. I'm guessing this is one of the highest impact things I can do for health and productivity.

Similarly 'low hanging' fruit is dramatically improving my cardiovascular fitness. I've been plateaued on the c25k schedule for a few months. More on this in a separate post.

#rambl #emo depletion #emo repletion #infinite monkey

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localannoyance · 1 year

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Paralive HC Requests (Yohei and Saimon)

I did some flower prompts from this list for Yohei and Saimon from Paralive as requested by a friend. This is my first time doing this and thought to share it. Personally, I see them as platonic best friends but feel free to take it however you want. Keep in mind I haven't caught up with all the tracks and content yet so if I make a canon error, let me know along with source so I can catch up.

It's been only a few months down this rabbit hole.

Alstroemeria - going to an event that the other person is interested in just to see them happy

Saimon Naokira

Saimon and Yohei are very close, having known him for years. Even still, there are aspects of Yohei's life that Saimon rarely touches simply because he's too busy with his own life; managing being a professor, a rapper and a bar owner is a lot. Not to mention the kids!

Although, it's much easier now than it was back then, back when Yohei was still an alleycat

I can see Saimon accompanying Yohei to an appliance exhibition sale as Yohei browses replacements for some of Bar 4/7's older tech (because Saimon definitely is too much of a sucker for nostalgia to want to replace anything as long as it works, so Yohei does it and needs his help bringing everything back)

…Or so he says, but Saimon can easily tell from the way he unconsciously smiles that Yohei is having a lot of fun imagining all the new ways he could make cocktails and food at the bar with the appliances

Saimon would listen intently while off to the side as Yohei pestered the salesperson with questions and specifications, such as if parts are replaceable; warranty dates; how much electricity it would take— all showing his care in wanting to keep costs to a minimum for Saimon's sake too

It was amusing for Saimon to point out when Yohei was accidentally scaring the person with how "enthusiastic" he was, earning a grunt with a hint of a smile

Other than interrupting sometimes for some questions and to put the other person more at ease, Saimon is happy to just be there and watch Yohei's passion show itself again; a worn photograph of the younger punk which had only mellowed and refined itself with age

At the end of the day, Saimon and Yohei return back to Bar 4/7 to unload everything, and he hums along to Yohei's ramblings on what he wants to set up first

Yohei Kanbayashi

Similar to above, they've known each other for a while now. However, with Yohei's business, he is too focused on his own things to really dabble in Saimon's work, despite caring for the other man a lot

…that, and I can imagine there are still some feelings he can't shake about being very involved in areas he feels undeserving in

An example would be the graduation of some of Saimon's students. As someone who didn't pursue further education, being there feels weird, but he'd go if Saimon asks him to

He doesn't quite feel enthusiastic about sitting/standing and watching a ceremony for a few hours straight, probably immediately calling a smoke break the second any sort of intermission is announced

Still, he has enough respect for the hard work each student has put in to graduate, so he watches everything in the ceremony, from clapping whenever a graduate receives their certificate to any shows the students put on

Though, he's mostly watching Saimon's reaction and following along, since he just wants to make him happy

Seeing how Saimon swells with pride over every student "growing up and spreading their wings and visions to new horizon" —Saimon's words, not his— does make Yohei feel kinda happy for these students too, oddly

That weird feeling of being moved seeing someone he holds in high regard be so moved

Yohei slides Saimon some tissues whenever he seems to tear up, looking away to give Saimon a private place to cry on his shoulder a little

He excuses himself sometimes when a parent comes to talk to Saimon, feeling a little awkward, but most time he lingers in the background to listen and (try to) encourage the student in their future

"Yohei, would you like to say something?" "Hah? Uh… just do what you want kid, and put your all in what you believe. —that good?" "Excellent words Yohei."

At the end of the graduation ceremony, he had to drag Saimon away before it got too late for both of them to open the bar for the night.

Dandelion - finally hearing the other person laugh after a period of hardship

Saimon Naokira

Yohei has probably been more restless and irritable in recent weeks, signaling to Saimon that something was wrong

Yohei tends to keep all his emotions bottled up and suppressed, though in his attempts to keep them hidden, becomes rather obvious

Saimon would pry, if he knew that Yohei wouldn't just shut himself off more if he tried. So, Saimon simply waits for Yohei to approach him

Saimon tries to help out around the bar more to ease Yohei's burdens since it could be anything really setting him off, and he knows that despite him not saying anything, Yohei sees his concern and is appreciative

Finally, Yohei approached Saimon of his own accord, and they talk and help Yohei through his troubles

Finally, Yohei takes a whiff of his cigarette and lets his shoulders relax just a little bit more, the invisible walls he put up whenever going through hardships falling, and with that a smile finally spreads across his features. Saimon smiles too, before giving Yohei a firm pat and shake on his shoulder

"Glad to see you feeling better, Yohei. You don't smile enough as is."

Another chuckle masked with a scoff comes from Yohei

Yohei Kanbanyashi

It was very unusual to see Saimon without a smile on his face, the dapper gentleman always having that calming aura and smile on his face for his students and the world to see

Even when he went through unimaginable pain, the gentleman never really left his smile behind

So this must've been really serious, Yohei surmised. Despite his nature, he picks up on small cues like these really well, especially with a longtime friend

Yohei gives Saimon some space but watches carefully whenever he can. Is Saimon eating well? Bring him food. Does he need coffee for his work? Prepare some for him.

However, Yohei would be a lot more proactive in asking Saimon what was wrong and trying his best to help

Yohei makes more wise cracks to Saimon, and whenever the older man seemed to be swimming in his thoughts, he'd nudge him by interrupting

When the source of Saimon's stress has been dealt with (with or without Yohei's intervention), or if he manages to laugh at one of Yohei's jokes, Yohei would chuckle back

"Now there's the smile our handsome bar owner was missing. I ain't gonna smile much, so you have to do it for both of us. Do it for the bar."

Saimon rolls his eyes with a hearty chuckle

#paradox live #paralive #yohei kanbayashi #saimon naoakira #paralive hcs #paralive headcanons #paradox live headcanons #local annoyance writes stuff #kanbayashi yohei #naoakira saimon

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real-life-cloud · 9 months

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Hey uhh I vaguely remember reading in your tags somewhere some time maybe long ago that you were homeschooled, do you mind me asking just generally what that was like? Don‘t share if you don‘t want to

Y'know what, sure! I like telling stories and oversharing on the internet tbh. Strap in lol it got long.

Tldr; homeschooling was isolating, it definitely set me back socially. The self paced nature of the work put way too much pressure on me, and now I have terrible choice paralysis and rarely finish a project I start. If you or someone you know is considering homeschooling someone, make sure they know what they're getting into.

A lot of homeschooled kids were put into that kind of schooling because their parents want to monitor them. That's not healthy. I'm sure that's not how it is every time and that there's applications of homeschooling that work for people, but it needs to be done well. Kids need to be properly socialized, supported, and given the privacy they need.

Some background info on why I left public: There was an incident where a teacher yelled at me for no good reason in front of the entire student body during lunch. (I was holding a piece of paper (THAT ANOTHER TEACHER GAVE ME FOR HIM TO SIGN) in the lunchroom which wasn't allowed??) I was EXTREMELY embarrassed and anxious around that teacher from then on. I got moved to a different class so I didn't have to be near him. The guidance counselor was really helpful during the whole thing.

OKAY storytime 📖

"Homeschooling" can mean a couple different things , I did it two different ways at points in my life. I feel like the first thing ppl think of is being taught at home by a tutor or parent, but I wasn't homeschooled in this way. And I was in public school until about 7th grade actually!

However, my mom was super mad, and wanted to talk to the man that yelled at me, but the principal wouldn't let her. They kept giving excuses as to why but the jist was: the guy was an asshole and they knew it. SO mom got fed up with the staff and just pulled me out of public school altogether. It was actually my idea! The thought of seeing that teacher again was so upsetting that I just wanted to leave.

[ I feel like I should also mention that I grew up religious and that it was super common for kids to be homeschooled in my church; you were looked up to for homeschooling your kid bc it "kept them away from bad association" and "gave them more time to devote to god." So my mom didn't really fight me on the suggestion. ]

First, I did cyber school! I was in cyber school from 7th - 10th ish. I was given a laptop that blocked anything fun (but not well, so I zipped right past all the blocks lol) and had online classes. It was similar to how I think school worked during covid? No cameras yet tho, just a teacher on VC with power point slides and a chatroom for students. I was a pretty good student up until this point, but I started barely scraping by a lot of classes and failing others. I think I retook pre algebra 3 times? I passed with a very low D 🫶

And SOME classes were self paced. Those were the Fucking Worst. No teacher, not really. I could technically email a teacher with questions but I was a horribly anxious little 14 yr old so no way was I gonna do that. I remember one year I had a civics class that was self paced and I was so lost and stressed about it that I procrastinated til the entire course had like a week til it was due. And it wasn't just tests, I had to make multiple power points on different topics throughout the course. I had a complete emotional breakdown in front of my mom cause I'd been hiding this from her. I was so afraid she'd be mad, but she helped me finish everything on time. She basically did like half of it for me, bless her. God I hated that class.

So at this point school is going. Kind of really bad. My grades suck and half the time I cheat. I don't really have friends because all I do is sit on my laptop and go to church with my family. I didn't have any contact with my old school friends because they weren't a part of my religion. (Jehovah's Witnesses are super exclusive and cult-y) And teenage me has just realized they're not straight!

Like many isolated, repressed, gay teenagers, I mainly expressed myself online. But a few months after I turned 16, my parents found my secret email account that was connected to all my private social media. It was very apparent I was gay. So I outed myself by accident. They pretty much took away all my access to the internet and started paying super close attention to the media I consumed. I'm just glad they didn't go to our church elders and tell on me for my sins or whatever. Life continued as "normal" with them just. Pretending it didn't happen and hoping and praying that I'd magically turn straight. I actually recently found out that my parents NEVER talked about my sexuality with each other during this stage. They just completely avoided the topic.

[ another note, my entire immediate family is actually out of that religion now, and everybody's cool with the gay thing 🫶 my dad actually told me that my coming out is what made him question some things with our religion. ]

But then it became a question of what I was supposed to do for school. I couldn't be on the Websites That Turn You Gay, but I was also doing bad in school and would be put behind a grade or two. Not to mention I was terribly anxious and hadn't really socialized with people my age for the past 3 or so years.

That's how I started correspondence schooling! Another kind of home schooling. It's exactly what it sounds like. The school sends you books and tests, then you mail back the finished papers to be graded. And you might be thinking, Cloudy didn't you just go over how much you hated the self paced classes in cyber? This sounds just like that but worse! And I would say why yes, anon, I did! Such a good memory!! Gold star for you ⭐

This schooling didn't go great, as you could imagine... I think I finished two classes? This didn't have any time limit, however. So why on earth would I feel any pressure to do anything? Overall it was a giant waste of money. I just kept not doing it! Then life got super crazy, I won't go into detail but it was a rollercoaster of family drama, my mental health being at the worst it ever was, and leaving that religion. And then covid!!!! Everything happens so much 😞

I was so far from my diploma that I gave up on finishing my classes and started focusing on getting my GED. This took me another 2 years lol. I finally got it last summer!! I also landed a new job in the spring after being unemployed for a little over a year. And I just got my driver's license last week! It's taken me a longgggg time but my life is on the roll again. This is probably more than you were asking about but yeah.

#mailbox in the sky #anon #woah there that got long !#typinv this up took me like an hour #i tried to not get off topic but theres so many converging topics here #homeschooling stuff connects to sexuality stuff which connects to cult stuff which connects to family drama

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