#Side hustle with Uber

[theresilientmnd]

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[toshio]

wait so what are all your side hustles?

not gonna reveal everything i do but i sell merchandise online basically. the pay is nice but the government takes a lot of taxes from you if you’re self employed 😅

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Anyone have any experience working for DoorDash, Uber Eats, or the likes of them? How is it, and which one is best?

[1eos]

is there a korean version of black ppl saying 'damn u work like a jamaican' bc that's leo fr. play not even done yet and he's announced to be doing some symphony concert

[titaniumchickens]

Man, these uber drivers are something else.

I usually get a car service and the company makes sure their drivers stick to the correct speed limit and mileage. But today I was sent ubers and boy, my 40 minute drive turned to less than 30 min. Both ubers were passing stop signs and going way faster than the speed limits.

They drove like my dad lol

We didn't crash so can't complain. 5/5 stars

[wintermage]

grad school is so weird man. i feel like a dweebus for being ONLY in school and not employed while all my classmates somehow have like 3 jobs 5 dogs and a kid while enrolled full time, but also i'm the only one in 2/3 of my classes who answers questions and everyone else seems afraid to sit in the front row

[justposting1]

14 High-Paying Side Hustles No One Talks About

Creative Ways to Boost Your Income Without Following the Crowd In today’s world, having a side hustle isn’t just trendy—it’s becoming essential for financial security and freedom. But let’s face it: everyone’s heard of driving for Uber or delivering food by now. If you’re looking for something more unique, high-paying, and under-the-radar, this list is for you. These side hustles aren’t your…

[heroami]

Does anyone deliver for Uber eats? Is it worth it?

I have another source of income but I'm looking to make extra money for a big purchase and was considering taking on as a side hustle during my free time

[odinsblog]

“One weird, silver lining positive from the WGA's strike has been a sense of calm over a reality that has plagued me with anxiety for years — the fact that despite having a great agent, manager, and lawyer, despite having been in hundreds of rooms with top execs and producers, despite having pitched countless networks, and despite having sold multiple pilots and pitches, I still work in food and bev. For so long, it felt like such an embarrassment in so many ways because it felt like I was the only one who was biding time in between sales with a side hustle. When I would tell people at work that I wrote television, they'd look at me like I had ten heads, or like I was delusional. They couldn't IMAGINE someone who *actually* wrote television would also be asking them what temp they wanted their salmon.

But the reality is, TV money goes fast, especially when it's just a pilot sale. And if shit doesn't get picked up to series, that money only lasts for so long. Being responsible meant swallowing my pride and keeping a job that was more consistent and steady but also gave me the ability to take pitch meetings, to write on my down time, do rewrites, answer e-mails, and take notes calls.

And for so long I thought I was a minority in that regard. Like I had done something wrong to not be successful enough to rely solely on my career as a writer.

Yet the strike has pushed SO many stories to the forefront of writers doing the exact same thing I've done, GOOD writers, great writers, writers who shit I watch all the time, whose names I instantly recognize, whose reputations in this industry precede them. So when the studios leaked that the goal was to bleed writers dry, to make it so we lost our homes, I had to laugh. Writers like me will literally do anything to keep the dream of writing alive. It's in us. It never goes away, no matter how many steaks you server, how many martinis you mix, how many cold calls you make, how many Uber passengers you pick up, how many pizzas you have to deliver. We always always always find a way to make it to that next great hope of a pitch, a sale, a green light.

And that's how you know that the CEOs are so fucking out of touch with reality. With the industry. With the POINT of the industry the point for most (not all, but most) has never been to be filthy rich, or own a yacht, or even have a membership to SoHo house. It's been to make something we love. To see it come to life, and make other people happy, or sad, or angry, or scared. To take this story you have kicking around your head and turn it into some epic journey. To be part of the process of making worlds and characters come to life. To tell stories.

The CEO's point has been to make as much money as humanly possible. And so they think that's all there is motivating writers. it's not. It never has been. Just because those CEO's wouldn't wait tables or mix drinks or drive a Lyft in order to keep a dream going, doesn't mean the rest of us wouldn't. The CEO's don't have a dream, they have a lifestyle. And I promise you a dream is a much better motivator than a yacht or a Porsche.

Try to bleed us dry, guys. Just because you'd let your own dream bleed to death, doesn't mean we would. We will always find a way to keep it alive.”

—Stefanie Williams, a tv writer on strike

[kilojulietsierra]

Okay Sam loves everyone in the Pitt dearly - they are her family.

But the OR girlies Garcia and Walsh - they are her girls night, get into some fun mischief, don’t talk about work just have fun friends.

Sam is just basically loved by everyone

💯 yes! I love this and because this was such a fun idea I have some thoughts!

~~~~~

- Jack finds the 3 of them in his kitchen before he leaves for a shift “You know, I have nightmares that start this exact same way”

- Yolanda is sitting on the counter drinking his whiskey

- They are dressed up! Like dressed up dressed up because they wear scrubs pretty much every day of their lives

- Jack’s a little put out because his wife looks TOO GOOD and she’s going out without him, but he notices she’s got her ring on (Not the silicone one, not the first one he could barely afford, the good one he bought her after he finished residency) and he always loves to see her wear it.

- Sam makes sure he knows where they’ll be and promises to text him if they go somewhere else

- Jack “Have fun, be careful. Remember I don’t get off until seven so it’ll be a long wait for bail money.” Emery “you need to let that go it was years ago. Plus, they didn’t even actually book us.”

- Yolanda “don’t worry dad, we’ll be on our best behavior”

- Jack grumbles to Sam “I love your friends.” She just smiles, ignores his sarcasm and runs her hands up his chest “just remember, it’s your fault I met them.”

- Sam tastes like his whiskey when he kisses her good bye and that tells him exactly how the nights going to go

- Yolanda hurts the waiters feelings at the restaurant by correcting his pronunciation of chile rellano

- Someone buys them a round of shots at the bar and when he bings them over Sam pulls out test strips and shrugs “you never know” Emery “thanks go away now” Yolanda *shoo hand gesture*

- A group of guys ask if they’d like to play pool. 10 minutes later Emery and Yolanda are describing step by step and in detail how to amputate a finger (just because one of the poor guys asked Emery what she did at work today) while Sam runs the table and takes all their money

- They find a cigar lounge where Yolanda smokes a cigar and flirts with bartender (which pisses off every 40+ white guy in the building) while a “totally was in the special forces guy ” tries to impress Sam and Emery who pick his story apart piece by piece, obviously he picked the wrong women to try that game on.

- Dancing. All the dancing.

- Yolanda flirts with anyone and everyone

- Emery is still in her post divorce man eater phase which is entertaining for all

- Sam looks like the most approachable by far but honestly it’s just a trap

- Sam will also hustle darts and then make sketchy jokes about being good with needles

- They give a girl in the bathroom a drunk pep talk about not giving up on med school. She’s doing great and shouldn’t feel guilty about taking a break to have fun!

- It’s about midnight when Jack starts getting inappropriate text messages from his wife.

- He checks Sam’s location quickly just before 2am, before the ER gets slammed with the rush after the bars close, and sees they’re at a Waffle House. Bad sign. He also wonders how much that Uber cost.

- He gets the notification from their security system around 3am followed by a text from Sam that says she made it home

- He doesn’t get to check his phone again until damn near 6 in the morning. And that’s probably a good thing because shortly after she got home Sam had sent a “wish you weren’t at work” text with a video attachment that he won’t open until he’s in his truck ready to leave

- When he does finally get home she’s passed out and there’s a nearly empty saline bag hanging on her corner of the headboard. Jack smiles to himself as he goes to unhook her from it and he can’t help but find it kind of sexy that even absolutely shitcanned she can hit a vein on the first try and run an IV on herself.

- She left her phone on his side of the bed and he opens their group chat to double check Walsh and Garcia made it home before he plugs it in to charge.

[astroeleanor]

°💸⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･Your 2H Sign = How To Make More $$$ 💳⋆.ೃ💰࿔*:･

Your 2nd house is the part of your chart can show you the best side hustle ideas to increase your income. Look at the sign on your 2nd House cusp, its ruling planet, and any planets sitting there. They symbolize out how you monetize.

The 2nd House is the House of Possessions: movable assets, cash flow, food, tools, anything you can trade. The sign on the cusp sets up your style of 'acquisition' (Taurus = slow‑build goods, Scorpio = high‑risk high‑reward holdings), while the ruler’s dignity and aspects describe reliability, or lack thereof, of income.

Planets inside the 2nd act like tenants shaping the property: Jupiter here inflates resources, Saturn conserves but can pinch, Mars spends to make, Venus monetizes aesthetics.

Because the 2nd is in aversion to the Ascendant (no Ptolemaic aspect), you often have to develop its promises actively: wealth isn’t “you,” it’s something you must manage. So, let's look at the kind of side hustles you can do to increase your revenue!

♈︎ Aries 2H: Physical, Fast, ACTION-Driven

(Aries rules motion, competition, fire, physical activity, force)

Personal trainer or group fitness instructor.

Manual labor gigs like junk removal, or yard work (physical and gives instant results.)

Motorcycle/scooter delivery (Uber Eats, DoorDash): speed + autonomy? Very Aries.

Selling refurbished sports equipment.

Pressure washing services, which is oddly satisfying AND includes aggressive water blasting lol.

Fitness bootcamps in local parks (Mars rules the battlefield… or, in this case, bootcamps)

Pop-up self-defense workshops

Bike repair and resale (hands-on + quick turnaround)

Car detailing (mobile service). You vs. grime. Who wins? You.

Sell custom gym gear or accessories.

♉︎ Taurus 2H: Sensory, Grounded, Product-Based

(Taurus rules the senses and the material world, it’s a sign connected to beauty and pleasure)

Bake-and-sell operation (bread, cookies) at markets. Taurus=YES to carbs and cozy smells.

Meal prep or personal chef (nourishing others = peak Taurus.)

Sell plants or houseplant propagation, you’re growing literal value.

Create and sell body care products: lotions, scrubs, soaps… (Venus-ruled.)

Furniture refinishing for resale.

Offer at-home spa services (facials, scrubs.)

Curate and sell gift boxes (Venus loves a well-wrapped present.)

Do minor home repair or furniture assembly.

Build and sell wooden plant stands or decor (wood + plants + aesthetic = Taurus.)

♊︎ Gemini 2H: Communicative, Clever, Multi-Tasking

(Gemini = ruled by Mercury = ideas, speech, tech, variety, teaching)

Freelance writing or blogging.

Transcription or captioning services.

Resume writing/job application support.

Social media management (multitasking + memes.)

Sell printable planners or flashcards (info = money.)

Offer typing or data-entry services, which are low lift & high focus

Sell templates for resumes, bios, or cover letters, Mercury loves a system!

Write email campaigns for small businesses, you can become the voice behind the curtain.

Teach intro to AI tools or chatbots (modern Mercurial real-world applications.)

Create micro-courses on writing or communication.

♋︎ Cancer 2H: Caring, Cozy, DOMESTIC

(Cancer rules the home, food, feelings. It’s the nurturer through and through)

Home organization services, give cluttered homes and their owners love.

Baking and delivering comfort desserts (cookies = hugs in edible form!!)

Make and sell homemade frozen meals, nourishing the body AND soul.

Offer elder companionship visits (heartfelt and so needed.)

Run a daycare or babysitting service. Moon=family.

Run a laundry drop-off/pickup service.

Custom holiday decorating (homes or offices), make it feel like home anywhere.

Help seniors with digital tools (basic tech help.)

Create sentimental gifts like memory jars or scrapbooks.

♌︎ Leo 2H: Expressive, Bold, Entertaining

(Leo rules performance, leadership, fame, visibility, and the desire to SHINE)

Portrait photography (kids, pets, solo, couples.)

Event hosting or party entertainment.

DJ for small events or weddings.

Basic video editing for others (help THEM shine!)

Personalized video messages. charisma = income.

Teach short performance workshops (confidence, improv) to help others own a stage.

Become a personal shopper.

Sell selfie lighting kits or content creator bundles.

Host creative kids camps (theater, dance, art.)

Make reels/TikToks for local businesses (attention = currency.)

♍︎ Virgo 2H: Detailed, Service-Oriented, Practical

(Virgo rules systems, refinement, discernment, organisation, usefulness)

Proofreading or editing work. Spotting a comma out of place or “their/they’re” being misused = Virgo joy.

House cleaning or deep-cleaning services.

Virtual assistant (email, scheduling, admin.)

Sell Notion or Excel templates. Virgo: spreadsheets.

Bookkeeping for small businesses.

Create custom cleaning schedules or checklists.

Offer “organize your digital life” sessions.

Specialize in email inbox cleanups.

♎︎︎ Libra 2H: Tasteful, Charming, Design-Savvy

(Libra = Venus-ruled = style, beauty, balance, aesthetics)

Styling outfits from clients’ own wardrobes.

Become a personal shopper.

Bridal/event makeup services (enhancing natural beauty = Libra.)

Teach etiquette, the power of grace

Curate secondhand outfit bundles.

Custom invitations or event printables that are pretty AND functional.

Offer virtual interior styling consultations.

Sell color palette guides for branding or outfits.

Create custom date night itineraries (romance, planned and packaged=Libra!!)

Style flat-lay photos for products or menus.

Do hair, make-up, nails, etc.

♏︎ Scorpio 2H: Deep, Transformative, Private

(Scorpio rules what’s hidden, intense, and powerful, alchemy, psychology)

Tarot or astrology readings.

Energy healing or bodywork.

Private coaching for money/debt management.

Online investigation or background research (Scorpio = uncovering hidden information)

Teach classes on boundaries, consent, empowerment, etc.

Sell private journal templates for deep self-reflection.

Moderate anonymous support groups or forums.

Specialize in deep-cleaning emotionally loaded spaces (yes, THAT kind of clearing.)

♐︎ Sagittarius 2H: Expansive, Global, Philosophical

(Sag rules teaching, travel, and BIG ideas)

Teach English (or any other language) or become a tutor online

Sell travel guides or digital itineraries, help others travel smarter=Sag

Rent out camping gear or bikes (freedom for rent lol.)

Ghostwrite opinion pieces or thought blogs, say what others are thinking!

Create walking tours for travelers or locals.

Sell travel photography.

Become a travel influencer on the side.

Translate travel documents or resumes.

♑︎ Capricorn 2H: Strategic, Structured, Business-Minded

(Cap rules time, career, limitations, long-term value)

Resume or career coaching, help others climb the “mountain of success”.

Freelance project management.

Property management or Airbnb co-host (passive-ish income.)

Sell templates for business (contracts, invoices).

Create accountability coaching packages.

Sell organizational templates.

Freelance as an operations assistant (the CEO behind the CEO.)

Build a resource hub for freelancers or solopreneurs (structure = empowerment.)

♒︎ Aquarius 2H: Innovative, Digital, Niche

(Aquarius rules tech, rebellion, and the future. But it’s also connected to community!)

Tech repair or setup.

Build websites for local businesses, or anyone else for that matter.

Sell digital products (ebooks, templates).

Run online communities or Discords.

Host workshops on digital privacy or tools. Collective knowledge (Aqua)= power

Build and sell Canva templates for online creators.

Curate niche info packs or digital libraries.

Help people automate parts of their life or business.

♓︎ Pisces 2H: Dreamy, Healing, Imaginative

(Pisces rules the sea, the arts, spirituality, dreams, and all things soft)

Pet sitting or house sitting, caring for beings + quiet time? It’s perfect for this energy.

Sell dreamy artwork or collages.

Offer meditation classes or hypnosis.

Teach art to kids or adults.

Custom poetry or lullaby commissions (very niche tho.)

Sell digital dream journals or prompts.

Make downloadable ambient music loops.

Create printable affirmation cards.

Design calming phone wallpapers or lock screens.

Offer spiritual services (tarot or astrology readings, reiki, etc.)

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[freshxsturniolo]

two more shows - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

SUMMARY : fic continuation from these texts.

WARNINGS : smut, dom!chris and dom!reader, light choking (consensual), fluff.

"two more shows, squish" he had said 8 hours earlier, his eyelids drooping as he got himself comfortable in his bunk on the tour bus. you smiled, watching him slowly drift off to sleep after the last hour of continual yap. his energy levels after every single show where always through the roof, and you were the only person in those moments that he could release his energy too. you listened, you smiled, you giggled away. chris was perfect in every single way. as you heard his soft snores over the phone, you finally end the FaceTime. it had been like this the entire week, one of you drifting off to sleep first dependant on timezones and cities, usually you, but tonight you had forced yourself awake. chris' hadn't noticed your yawns, not for lack of care but because you allowed him to speak so freely. he had shown his brothers his tattoos that very show and he was on such a high. truthfully, you hadn't expected him to fall asleep so easily and quickly, but his social battery and adrenaline quickly drained out.

little did he know, however, that you were only a few hours away from getting yourself to the airport, a last minute flight booked the minute you had finished up work that previous morning. when your schedule didn't align with their tour dates, you had been devastated. all three of the triplets had been so looking forward to you coming on the road with them again, but last minute plans had bought it to a halt.

"i'll be there for the philly show, babe. i promise." you had said when he had left for tour the week previous. you would be there for the home show in boston if it had killed you. but you had worked your tiny fingers and socks off over the last week to finish up all your schedules appointments and work, and with a quick confirmation text from their management on timings and whereabouts, your flight out to orlando was booked and ready to land at 9am. night flights where your least favourite thing on the planet, but chris was your most favourite thing on the planet. and you wanted to see him so desperately.

__

the flight was easy. you thankfully slept for most of it, your eyes being woken from the hustle and bustle of the passengers gathering their things, and the excessive pinging of your phone once you final got signal and texts started to filter through. thankfully, none from chris. you knew he'd still be asleep.

the rush through the airport only took you 20 minutes, and before you knew it you where awaiting the uber their manager had sent out for you. chris' first text had come through as you were getting your luggage, but as much as it had pained you, you ignored each one. letting him sit and wonder.

your uber pulls up and the drive feels agonising. the driver is lovely, asking you what brings you here and why you're alone. you tell him you're visiting your boyfriend, and his face lights up. asking you questions, leaving you feeling even more agitated to get to him but enjoying every second of talking about chris to an outsider. in your entire two year relationship, this was the longest you had been apart and now you were here, mere moments away from seeing him, you realised how much your heart longed for him.

"well, here you go miss." the uber driver announces. theres a short pause before he speaks again. "is he famous, or something?" he asks, and you can't help the laugh that escapes you. you'd pulled up immediately outside the venue for tonights show, the tour bus peaking out from the side.

you turn and give the driver a wink. "or something."

he chuckles, shaking his head. "do you need help with your bags?" he asks as you open the passenger side door, the fresh air and sunshine hitting you immediately. but your heart stops at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

your head moves immediately, and you're greeted by none other than nick. you stop dead, heart racing in your ears. this was not meant to be how it planned out. you wanted to surprise them all. their manager had text just 5 minutes ago to say they were getting reading to go inside for a rehearsal, knowing fans would be outside the venue within the next couple hours.

"fuck" you whisper, before turning to the uber drive. "i'll be fine" you smile. "thank you so much" you say, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a note and tipping him generously. his eyes widen but you smile, rushing out of the car and facing your best friend.

"what, the actual, FUCK" he squeals, and then he's running over to you and he's lifting you the air, and the anxiety from moments before gone. you're laughing and squealing like a little girl and the familiar smell of his aftershave hits you in the nose.

"let me get my bags" you say, suddenly aware of the uber driver still being sat.

"fuck, let me get them." nick says, putting you down and walking immediately over to the back seat. you laugh, straightening out your hair thats now a mess atop your head, waiting for nick to grab your things. when he does, the uber driver driving off with a wave, nick has pulled you into an embrace once again.

"i thought you were meeting us in philly?" he says, suitcase discarded at the side of you. you laugh, pulling away from the hug.

"i've worked like a dog this week to get here early."

"fuck" nick says, "does chris know? he can't, he hasn't said anything."

you laugh, grabbing the handle bar of your suitcase. "no. and im glad he fell asleep early last night so he didn't suspect anything."

nick shakes his head, grabbing your luggage off of you. "okay, how are you doing this? where you just going to walk in?"

you look behind you now, ensuring that no one else is around, and you suddenly realise you have no idea. your brow furies, looking at the building in front of us and to the tour bus.

"where is he?" you ask.

"inside. oh god, y/n hes going to fucking freak." nick squeals, and you can't help but push your head back with laughter. butterflies where in your stomach, and you didn't care. you felt like this was the first time you were meeting him all over again, when he finally asked you on a date after flirtatious texts for over 3 months, but now he was yours. all yours.

"lets go inside then" you giggle. "before he comes out here and sees me first."

nick smirks, wrapping his free arm into yours and pulling you towards the back entrance of the theatre.

"gods," you say a few moments later. "theatres, nick. fucking theatres."

nick laughs, your suitcase echoing off the floorboards. but you didn't care. you weren't interested in a grand surprise, you just wanted to see him. he could walk around the corner now and you'd fling yourself in his arms faster than he could register it was even you.

"i know. have you seen anything online? its insane. truly insane."

you smile, because yes you had. every night, you'd get into bed and scroll until you found new posts. of course, chris updated you every evening anyway, but you wanted to see it. you wanted to hear the fans, see they smiling faces, you were beyond proud.

"every night. im so gutted i couldnt be here for chris' first surprise."

"you fucking knew?!" nick squeals now, looking at you. you squeeze his arm lightly as you laugh, turning a corner and entire the main theatre.

"of course i fucking knew" you laugh, eyes scanning the hundreds of chairs and the stage, already having been set up for the show later on. but your words fall short as you stop dead in your tracks.

"who knew what?" a voice says, walking up the side path to the door you'd just entered from. you hadn't seen him at first, your eyes preoccupied with your surroundings. he's looking down at his phone, typing away, clearly hearing your conversation but his brain not registering who it is.

but then he looks up, his hands immediately become slack. he searches your entire face, your body, your arm linked around nick, your suitcase still in nicks hand, and then his eyes fall back to you.

you don't even get chance to say hi, chris' phone crashes to the floor and arms have pulled you so deeply into his chest that you're both stumbling and almost about to hit the floor, a chair behind him steadying you both. his body, his arms, his smell. everything feeling immediately like home.

"what the actual fuck" he whispers into your ears, and then he pushes you backwards, pulling out of the hug and holding your shoulders, looking you up and down like he's never seen you before. "what the actual fuck, baby".

you smile, "hi."

"what the fuck" he repeats again, and then his lips are on yours, his hands are holding your face like he's never held it before.

"surprise" you whisper. his eyes are scanning your face, eyelids fluttering like crazy as they dart from side to side, and then he's laughing, his arms around your neck as he pulls you so close to him you can hardly breathe.

"oh my fucking god, squish" he says. his new but much loved pet name for you, clearly. "i missed you so so so much" he says, his lips now on the top of your head as he kisses you deeply. "so so so much" he utters again. when you lift your head to look at him, his lips crash to your own immediately. hard, tender, but full of love. "so much." he says again, into your lips this time, a whisper just for you.

"i missed you too." you whisper back, before kissing him once again.

"i guess i'll leave you both alone, then." you hear nick stutter, and you finally fall out of your chris struck embrace. turning to look at him, you're about to tell him not to be silly, you had missed nick too and where sure you'd find matt shortly, but chris answers for you.

"yeah, please."

you turn to give him an eye, but nick has held his hands in surrender and is already walking back through the door you just came through, muttering that he'll grab matt and go get coffees for you all. you call bullshit, knowing not a single one of them drinks coffee, but you laugh anyway as you watch chris intensely, his eyes following nick. when the click of the door shutting behind you sounds, echoing around the empty theatre room, chris lifts you into the arm. his hands coming to the back of your thighs, initiating for you to wrap your legs around his waist. you giggle, doing so immediately.

"what the fuck are you doing here, baby?" he asks now, not moving at all but your faces being mere inches apart. you chuckle, wiping a strand of his long hair from his eye.

"a surprise, i told you."

"what about work?"

"i finished it early. im sorry i couldnt be here for the surprise yesterday. i tried. so so hard. but-"

he shuts you off with a kiss. soft, gentle. "it doesn't matter about yesterday, you're here now. fuck." he groans. you didn't even realise he's spun around and is walking towards the stage, your legs still wrapped firmly around him. "what time was your flight?" he asks now.

"early hours." you chuckle.

"you hate night flights." he confirms, you only smile.

"when its for you, i dont mind."

he groans. and suddenly, the love and admiration is gone and instead theres pure lust in his eyes. before you know it, he's placed you down on the stage, your legs unwrapping from his waist as he slides you backwards, your sweatpants the perfect material for the clean stage floor, and chris stands himself perfectly in-between your legs.

"how did i get so lucky?" he whispers, before he latches himself to your neck. soft, gentle kisses, moving up to your jaw. "so fucking lucky" he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your entire body.

"chris" you whisper, as he goes back to your neck, his kisses wetter, a graze of his teeth.

"hmm" he mumbles, pushing his body closer to yours. the bulge in his pants connecting perfectly with your clothed centre. "whats wrong, baby?"

"nothing" you whisper, because fuck. you don't want him to stop. his hands have roamed under neath you sweatshirt, one of his he had left for you in his absence, of course, and his fingers trace lines underwear your bra. he groans, his lips parting from your lips a second. "i hate when you wear these things" he growls, before his lips connect to yours. you can't help yourself, and you pull him closer to you, your hands grabbing his t-shirt and twisting it perfectly so his chest collides with yours, his hand spreading across your boob and a chuckle escaping you.

"not even going to make it to the bunk, aye?" he whispers into your lips. a chuckle escapes you.

"you're the one with your hands roaming" you whisper.

his hand moves now, and before you know it he'd unclipped your bra from the back. a satisfied raise of his eyebrows and a smirk on his lips as he comes back round the front, hand connecting straight to your breast as your bra hung loose.

"you want me to stop?" he utters, fingers coming to your nipples and brushing softly. you try to stiffen the gasp that threatens to escape you, but when he brushes again, you can't. his dick twitches in his pants at the mere sound of your breathy voice. he smirks again, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues to tease you. "i didn't think so."

"what if someone walks in" you whisper. your eyes want to scan to the door nick just walked out of, but you can't stand your eyes off the sight of your boyfriend. his eyes, so blissfully blue under the stage lights.

"have to make it quick then, wont we princess?" he says.

suddenly your breast feels bare as his hand removes itself from your nipple, the loss of contact making you grumble. he chuckles as he reaches the waist band of your sweatpants.

"up" he demands, and you can't help yourself. you know its insane. his brothers could come back in any second, his management, someone who works at the theatre. but part of the thrill only adds to the heat inside you. you wrap your legs around his hips and use him as leverage to lift yourself up, a groan escaping him as he does so. "fuck" he mutters, and you know the gesture has turned him on even more, his hands making quick work of your waist band as he pulls down your sweatpants immediately. "fuck!" he mutters again, when he notices you aren't wearing underwear.

"no underwear, hmm?" he whispers as you place yourself back down on the stage, unwrapping your legs from him as he pulls them down, the cold floor on your bare skin sends a slight shiver down your spine, but you smirk anyway.

"you told me you were taking me straight to the bunk, did you not? thought i'd make the process easier for you." your hands roam to his own waistband. "your turn."

he can't even laugh. he can't even say a word. you've left him completely speechless. his mind on nothing but how badly he wanted you, not caring who saw you both or heard you both. he steps away from you now, your hands falling to your side as he's looking at your bare skin. his travelling from your knees to your thighs, before finally your soft cunt.

"oh, this is going to be over quickly, baby. you're dripping already." he says, hand on your knee as he pushes it to the side, opening your legs wider. he'd never seen such a beautiful sight as you took the opportunity to tease him further, leaning backwards onto your hands and spreading your legs even wider. his intake of breath tells you everything you need to know.

"your turn, i said."

his eyes snap to yours immediately, and you raise your eyebrow in response. he doesn't need to be told twice. you know what makes him tick, and its when the both of you fight for dominance. you always win. he can't help himself. but not today. he's determined to have you whimpering his name and hear it echoing across the empty theatre. when he stands on this stage later today, a crowd full of fans, he wants to look at this one spot you're sat on now and remember the way you unfolded for him.

his sweatpants are off in second, but you don't get a chance to say a word before he's stepping between your legs again, his fingers touching your folds immediately, with no warning. "fuck, chris" you say, and he smirks again.

"lets see if you can be quiet, princess." he utters, putting his hands underneath your thighs and gesturing for you to move forward. his height stood against the stage is perfect, and his cock touches your folds in seconds.

"maybe i dont want to be quiet" you whisper. there you were, fighting for that dominance, but he wasn't going to let you win.

"good. i want to hear my name loud and clear." he trusts into you with so much force you feel it in the pit of your stomach, a startle gasp coming out of your lips immediately. he wastes no time, his hips bucking into you at such a speed you can't catch your breathe. his thighs hit the front of the stage so hard every time he knows he's going to have bruises, but he doesn't care.

"missed you so fucking bad, babe." he says, hand on your back to support you as he drives into you hard. you can't speak, over a week without sex and you feel a sense of overwhelm you haven't felt in so long. you knew what he was doing. he wanted to see you squirm. he wanted to assure dominance. and fuck, you were going to have to give it him.

"fuck, chris" you whisper, looking down as his cock slides in and out of your pussy.

"you see that, babe? all mine. look what im doing to you." his forehead comes to yours, and your eyes look at him instantly. "thats it, pretty girl. eyes on me now."

"im gonna cum, chris. im sorr-"

"shush." he says, and the next thing you know his hands on your throat. "never say sorry. unfold for me, pretty princess."

"jesus, chris-" you can't get anymore words out as his hand squeezes on your throat. just how you liked it. enough to have you undone. you try so hard to hold it in, you've never come undone so quickly but as you stare deeply into his eyes, your hands coming to hold his wrist, confirming that he can squeeze tighter, his own groan tips you over the head.

"CHRIS" you can't help it, you shout his name so loud it echoes around the room, but you can't help the shaky laugh the overcomes you as chris too shouts your name, at exactly the same time. his last few thrust are sloppy, his hand around your throat squeezing one last time, before he uses his hand to pull your towards him, his lips crashing against yours in a panty, sweaty daze. just one kiss, but its hard and full of love and he lingers there for what feels like the entire world, and you love every second of it.

when he finally lets go, he rests his forehead on yours, his hand releasing from your throat, and you both let out a laugh.

"fuck sake, my girl." he says. my girl. you'd take him again there and then, no questions asked. but you lean forward, initiating the kiss this time, before wiping his hair off the sweat on his forehead.

"better get cleaned up, my boy. you never know who heard us."

he chuckles, kisses you once again before stepping backwards. he reaches down to the floor, giving you your sweatpants, thanking yourself for wearing your flared bottoms so they easily went over your shoes, and passes them to you.

"i dont give a fuck who heard, princess."

you groan, audibly. no fear laced through you. but he simply chuckles, pulling up his own sweatpants. taking a look at the both of you, you can't help but shake your head. you were like a pair of love struck teenagers.

you edge yourself forward, jumping off the stage, before putting on your sweatpants again. but when you rise your sweatshirt, or chris', over your shoulders, his eyes widen.

"again?" he says, heat flushing to his cheeks. you roll your eyes, turning around so he can see your back.

"you unclipped my bra, remember?"

he chuckles as he walks over to you, his soft hands brushing against your skin as he grabs both side, bringing them together. when they clasp, he leans down and presses a kiss to your back.

"i love you, so much."

you spin, wrapping your arms around his neck. "i love you, so much." you repeat back.

"round two. back bunk. in an hour." he smirks, giving your ass a squeeze. you let out a loud chuckle, head falling backwards at the same time the door opens, your name being screeched by the only triplet you'd yet to see.

__

the day continues in a blur. a blur of moans, sweat, and raspy breaths. by the time its time for chris to shower and head to the meet and greets, you're an overstimulated mess.

"im never leaving you again, babe. im like a dog on fucking heat." he whispers into your ear that final time. and you joke back with a slight nibble to his ear.

"shower, and i'll see you backstage." he mutters, and you do exactly that.

you're overwhelmed with love by the time the show comes to an end. you tried to keep yourself hidden, but once one whisper that chris' girlfriend had come to surprise him, you were spotted everywhere. but as the show went on, your eyes never leaving chris, you couldn't stop the pride that ran through your body. you had never loved somebody so much.

and chris looked up at you in the stands, watching you smile and giggle at the show, he too, was so certain he had never and would never love anyone as much as he did you.

[epwritten]

Case 143 ~b.c

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

Description: Chan helps you clean up the living room table and you're suddenly thinking about him more than you need to.

Word Count: 1K.

Author's note: SAURR...I DONT KNOW WHY BUT EVER SINCE THAT DANG LIVE LAST NIGHT SEEING CHAN CLEANING UP AT THE END WHEN HAN AND CHANGBIN LEFT THE HOTEL ROOM, IT LIKE...DID THINGS TO ME?!?!? I don't know, even when watching Chan's recent silent vlog where you have him just being domestic and like full on husband material, it was so attractive for no reason and I just kept thinking about it so this is the product of my thoughts because...yeah.

Additional info: Very short drabble, I just typed it all on my phone and there hasn't been a thorough proof read so sorry for the typos! Skz x you friendship only!! college!skz.

Thank you so much in advance for reading! Enjoy <3

"Oh shoot!" Han's eyes suddenly widened as he looked at his phone. "Our class is in three minutes and we have the exam, we gotta go!"

They got up immediately, one by one, almost crashing chairs and each other. Choruses of worry filled the room. You couldn't help but laugh, seeing them all, like animated characters trying to run for their lives.

"We keep saying we need a timer on display when you guys come over and it never happens." You said, watching as the rest of the guys tried to gather everything.

Here was the deal. You didn't really remember when it started, but your dorm basically became a haven for your eight friends- Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, and I.N. You haven't been friends with them long, but you all signed up for a campus study group together. Soon it didn't just become studying, but you liked the clan. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar, because you had 5 older brothers back at home, so something like this- rowdiness and a room full of men, it never intimidated you.

You all soon found fun things to do when it wasn't school inspired. They argued that you had the best dorm out of the eight, and so whenever there would be movie or game nights, they would all come over to yours. Soon it became the hub of hanging out. It was routine, days like today where a sunny afternoon playing UNO would result in each of the guys scattering around trying to hustle for their next class and exam. It was a Friday. You didn't have any classes today, but the guys would make a tradition to stop by your dorm for lunch and then make their way to their afternoon class.

Time was never on your side, however, because it always ended up like this.

"Where's my bag? Has anyone seen my bag?"

"I need to grab my shoes!"

"Ai yai yai I'm going to forget my coffee!"

"We're going to be late again!"

You stood up seeing the catastrophe and smiled, folding your arms. Playing cards always got you all carried away, and you did feel bad.

"Sorry, guys."

Seungmin passed by you, playfully shoving you with much force that you practically catapulted across the room.

"Install a timer the next time we're here, dummy." He shot, which of course was his nature to be like this.

You rubbed your arm. The man had a throwing aim. "That hurt!" You commented, though Seungmin paid no attention. Minho, who saw the exchanged only laughed at you.

You followed the rest of the guys who were by your door, huddled by the entrance to grab their shoes.

"Bye guys!" You called out with a wave as you watched them, pretending not to catch Han tripping over his two feet (he totally did).

Felix, who was standing nearest to you suddenly turned and outstretched his arms and you knew a hug was coming. He was the type that never left nor greeted somebody without a hug.

"Send me the receipt for the Uber eats, I'll pay you back what you covered today." He said, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You shook your head and departed.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It was my treat for the last time."

Felix gave a tight smile as he turned to get his shoes. "I thought you'd say that. Good thing I stole your phone while you went to the bathroom and sent it to myself." He gave a cheeky smile and waved his phone in the air, doing that clicking teeth habit he always did.

Your jaw dropped as everyone cheered and then you glared at him.

"Yessirrr!" Felix said with a smile.

"Lee Felix..." You sighed, not even having the right words to say anything else.

"Oh my gosh, Changbin, just leave the pizza!" Hyunjin suddenly shouted as he looked over his shoulder, giving an exasperated sigh.

"I can finish it, just..." You watched as Changbin was still by the living room, ripping off his crust.

"Yo! CB!" You called. Changbin looked up at you mid-bite.

"Take the box." You told him.

Changbin looked at you with a smile. "Really?"

"You heard her, take the box and stop wasting our time." I.N suddenly said as he reached the door. He sighed. "We're already late enough as it is."

You giggled seeing Changbin scurry down the hall making his way to the entrance as he had the pizza box in his hand.

"Ayo, who's giving me a ride again?" Han asked as he opened the door.

"You're with me and Seungmin I think." Minho said, following after him. He turned back and looked at you once, giving a small wave before they left your dorm, stepping outside.

"Felix, you can ride with us." Hyunjin suddenly volunteered. "It's me, Changbin, and Innie."

"Ah, thank you." Felix said, walking in tiny as he followed the taller member out the door. He gave one more smile to you and then headed out.

"Okay..." You heard Chan's voice from behind you. You smiled at him and he gave you a soft smile as he put on his shoes. He looked at you.

"Thank you so much for hosting us. I know they can be...intense." Chan said. You truly smiled. No matter how many times you all hung out, he as the eldest couldn't help but thank you. But honestly, it was never a chore for you. You loved those guys.

"Of course. You guys are always welcome." You said.

Chan walked to the door and gave you a final smile before he waved goodbye and left your dorm. When you have enough waves and said all the goodbyes to each one, you finally closed the door behind you and let out a breath.

You took a few steps down the hallway back to your living room, looking around at where to start. The thing was, usually if the guys were at your place, if there was food or anything of the sort involved, they would help clean up. But a day like today when the majority of them had exams and needed to rush, you were to take charge of it. It wasn't like you couldn't. Granted, you were a neat freak. But...you could admit that it was just nine of you who were here, and that does take a long time to clean up.

You started towards the table, first staring, deciding where you'd start next, when the door opened and you turned to realize that A) you didn't lock the door, and B) it was one of the guys but who? And what did he want?

You saw Chan step back inside your dorm and he flashed a small smile. "I'm sorry, I left my keys on the chair, I think." He said, starting to make his way over to where you were.

You looked over at the chair he was sitting at in the far corner and saw that he indeed left his keys. You laughed as Chan went to pick them up. When he got them, he turned, his attention now on the table.

"Wow...that's so much garbage." He commented.

You nodded, and then shrugged. "It's bearable. Just some pizza, leftover fries...ramen..." Your voice trailed. Who were you kidding? The table looked like an abandoned Last Supper.

Chan placed his keys in his pocket and then looked at you. "Do you mind if I gave you a hand?"

You blinked at him. "No, don't you have...an exam right now?"

"Ehhh, it's alright." Chan said. "I know the material. It's fine if I'm a little late." He said.

You shook your head. "Chan, no. I couldn't let you."

Chan just gave a soft smile, as he started leaning forward, stacking some paper plates. "It's alright, seriously."

"You don't have to."

"I want to." He chuckled. "Seriously, it's okay, I'm a weirdo that likes this kind of stuff. Organization, you know?"

You stared at him for a few seconds before following, going to work yourself to retrieve a garbage that Chan could put all the extra plates in.

The two of you worked together, placing all the fries on the same plate, sweeping down crumbs off the table, tossing empty soda cans in the recycle bin. It was pretty silent, there was the occasional question from Chan to where things would go, but other than that you both cleaned for the next ten minutes, placing things in order.

As you cleaned, your eyes couldn't help but wander to Chan. Not too much, not obvious, but...subtle glances here and there. You knew that Chan was the oldest of the guys. You knew he sort of had a more father attitude towards them. He treated them with love and care. You also knew that he liked housekeeping things that most people would seem weird, like laundry, or tidying or organizing. He would do it to his heart's content.

He was so attentive, so immensely soft that your heart couldn't help but beat randomly, and a sudden flash of a domestic life with him randomly entered your brain before you physically shook your head.

What in the world?

You could have eyes to see that Chan was outwardly attractive, of course. The man worked out, he managed to grow his hair a little bit in a fine almost mullet-like style, he didn't laugh often but when he did it was colorful. You saw all those things.

But then there was this...he was in your dorm, when all the other guys were long gone at this point, and he was helping you tidy up after them. It was husband material.

I'm sorry, did you just say husband?!?!?

"That looks like the last of it." Chan's voice suddenly broke out, causing you to snap out of it. You looked at the table in front of you and saw spotless order.

"Wow. Chan, thank you so much. Seriously. You didn't have to."

Chan smiled. "I wanted to." He repeated.

He did have to go, so he made his way to the front door, saying bye to you and you stepped outside, watching him walk to his car. You felt...different. Weird. Heavily attracted. And for what? All because he helped clean up?

When Chan was completely out of sight you groaned out loud. Your eyes were closed and you rubbed your forehead, trying not to think back to what just happened, but you definitely were.

This was ridiculous. You couldn't suddenly be thinking about Chan, someone you've known for a while, just because he started cleaning your living room table?

The bar was very low, but apparently the standard was pretty high.

You sighed, going back to the couch to sit down. Overplays of soft moments and pretty features filled your mind and you shook your head, though that didn't help anything. You sighed.

You're attracted to Chan because he helped clean up. Most people liked him because of his body, he was everyone's gym crush. But here you were attracted to his organizational ways and domestic material.

In what universe does that happen?!?!?

[hysteria-things]

based off of this

(ALMOST) RUINED (part one)

part two coming soon…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at a party, you cannot not drink/smoke. at this particular one, you (almost) ruin the friendship with your best friend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SUGGESTIVE, swearing, mentions drinking/smoking, making out

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 422

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: blurb(ish) part one but part two will be longer!

also if you requested something a while ago, i swear i’m getting to them😭

nick and chris' feet hurt as they run all over the giant house. the triplets got invited to an influencer party. you're friends with the host, so you went separately.

throughout the party, you guys smoked and drank, so the mature thing to do was to take ubers.

you're close with the sturniolo's, but it'll never get more than that. getting into a relationship with a friend can be tricky, but you don't like chris/matt that way anyway.

"have you seen matt and slash or y/n anywhere?" chris and nick ask in unison to yet another random person over the music. this feels like the millionth time they're asking somebody this question.

of course, the person shakes their head and murmurs a negative response.

sighing, they turn to a random hallway and gasp.

there you two are, making out and grasping onto each other. matt's tongue explores your mouth, your lips smacking sloppily against each other's. you guys moan and pant, grinding into one another. matt's hands travel to his belt, unbuckling it.

chris lets out a scream, a loud one, and points down the hallway. "they're doing it!"

"no, no, no, no." nick says frantically, his footsteps getting louder the closer he gets. however, you two are still going to town.

he grabs matt's shoulders. "no, fuck, no!"

he uses as much strength as he can to try to pull his brother off, but that only makes him grab your cheeks and kiss you harder. "matt, stop!"

he glances over to chris, who's standing there with his jaw on the floor. he rolls his eyes. "do you want to maybe help me?"

chris snaps back into reality and hustles to matt's other side.

"guys, this isn't the right thing to do!" nick panics, the two of them finally pulling matt off before he swallows you whole.

you reach your hands forward, pouting and stomping your feet like a toddler. "give him back!" you cry out.

nick ignores you and helps matt move over since he's stumbling all over the place. you slide down the wall and sit quietly.

"you cannot do that, okay?" he says calmly.

"but she's hot." matt slurs, eyes red and hooded as he stares at his sibling.

"i get that, but this can end horribly." nick lectures. "you guys are both drunk and high. it's just asking for a disaster."

matt sighs, practically falling asleep while standing. "let's get you guys home." nick states, chris helping you off the floor.

"and zip up your pants, matthew."

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[percycolondee]

Been doodling Sonic characters in mundane life scenarios to wind down for the day and created a university au lmao

I definitely have other character doodles but here's Sonic for now :P

Rough ideas--

Sonic still has his speed and is the king of side hustles-- makes a steady-ish living doing things like doordash and Uber eats, vehemently avoiding a real job until he gets his degree (this will bite him in the ass later)

He gave the vibe that if he went to school willingly he'd be an ecology major and take his studies seriously, he just struggles to stay focused and his grades suffer because of it TvT

Dresses like Adam Sandler 90% of the time and needs glasses because he's hella near sided. He just prefers not to wear them unless absolutely needed, which usually boils down to only during lectures so he can see the board. P

[ceilidho]

ghost working as security at an upscale wedding while you're one of the caterers responsible for the food.

you catch his eye because he's posted facing the entrance to the kitchen where you keep coming and going from (hustling to make sure everything's perfect and bringing out other dishes as the night goes on) but neither of you can do anything about it except make eyes at each other because you're both on the job.

cut to hours later, well into the early morning when the party's starting to wind down and you're helping with the clean up but the big man looming by the pillar on the other side of the room is gone and you just sigh and try to keep your mind on the task at hand. only for him to step out of nowhere while you're waiting in the front of the reception hall trying to find an uber that doesn't cost half your day's wages and offers to drive you home.