#chatting with a coworker about how they ended up seeing her by chance

[orcelito]

Salty bitch in me sooooo satisfied by the fact that I probably make more money than the person who made my life hell last year lmfaooooo

[princessbrunette]

line cook anon back again, thinking about how jealous he’d get if another cook or a customer flirted too hard w you… & he’d always walk you to your car when you get off, so casually protective if that makes sense… ugh dude not to mention him bending his girl over a table fucking her after they both had stressful shifts what!!!!!

omg

i think the first time another cook flirted with you, he’d let it slide with just a long stare directed at him, shifting his eyes between the two of you to make sure you weren’t feeling him. he understands, you know? you’re beautiful — and he doesn’t own you, even if he wants to, he feels like acting out jealously will ruin his chances.

the one time he’s ever a little mean to you is when he’s wondering why you haven’t been in the kitchen for agessss to see him, knowing you have orders being prepared. he pushes open the kitchen door to the restaurant and sees you there, giggling and chatting with a customer. the guy was good looking, and it was a jab in anakins stomach to see. suddenly, you’re hearing his voice and turning around, startled. “hey, you got like three orders backed up in there, you wanna do your job today or do you wanna keep slacking off?” he regrets talking to you like that as soon as he says it.

he watches your face drop, embarrassed, shifting your gaze away from the customer. you open your mouth to explain yourself, but decide not to, following anakin back into the kitchen with no more than a mumbled apology to the customer and your tail between your legs. you’re sensitive, of course you are, sweet girl like you, so his heart clenches when he turns around and you look a bit tearful, not used to having him talk to you like that.

“sorry, kid. it’s just busy in here. didn’t mean to get like that on you.” he talks a bit softer, plating up the meal and you shake your head quickly, straightening your back.

“n-no it’s fine. you’re right i was being unprofessional. i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“guess i was a little jealous too.” he turns his whole body to you, pressing the warm plate into your hand. you grip it, staring up at him wordlessly and he nods his head toward the door. “go on.” he offers a small smile and you remember what you’re doing, shuffling out to the deliver the food, his words ringing around your head.

when the two of you finally get together, i think linecook!ani is the definition of giving princess treatment. he thinks you’re too good for this place, always has, so he’ll be damned if he’s fucking you on some dirty table all cramped up and uncomfortable, only ever going as far as to rile you up at work so that you’re extra ready for him at the end of your shifts. after a long stressful day, your shared boss having berated the both of you, customers giving you hell, even coworkers being incompetent, he’s all but guiding your slumped body to the car at the end of the day and driving you back to his.

he undresses you, brings you into the shower, washes you, makes you cum on his fingers a few times until you can’t stand up anymore, gripping onto his wet body and crying as he cooes “i know baby, i know. today was too tough on my girl huh? you can relax now sweetheart this is all me, yeah?” dries you off, carries your warm damp body to bed, massages your hips whilst he slowly fucks your glossy, needy hole. soooo much praise. true princess treatment. talks you through it. “such a good girl today, my little waitress. so proud of you baby, the best at her job and the best at taking my dick. you like that don’t you? can feel you squeezing pretty girl, gonna make me cum. you want it? hm?” keeps his voice so low and gentle the whole time. god, linecook!anakin.

[chirpsythismorning]

OKAY ya'll were wondering why I wanted to know what Coca Cola signifies in Stranger Things and this is why.

This is the shot directly before we get El, Mike and Will picking up their roller skates. We get this happy couple standing against the front of the Coca Cola machine at the (Snacks) counter.

This is then followed by the sequence of El, Will and Mike as they walk away from the roller skate counter.

Which, is it's own conversation...

You'll note the Jimmy Somerville lookalike giving Will his skates, is being low-key checked out by his coworker behind him. They're actually the most in focus bodies initially in the shot, along with the girl unaware between them at the center.

The extra to the left intrigues me. Because he's different than the three on the right. He's a lot more isolated and almost appears to be in his own world, barely acknowledging anyone around him. We don't even see him look at Mike, by the time he puts Mike's skates up to the counter, he's turned the other way already.

But lets go back to these other three bc I think they are meant to parallel certain people...

We've got two employees minding their business on the right, one girl and one boy at the counter side by side, and another boy behind them, who appears to be checking out the boy... Does this remind you of anyone...?

Also I am not laughing hysterically at Mike staring at Will discreetly for .01 seconds as he enters the frame, only to look away quickly, followed by the socks popping up in the frame behind Will at the counter, which Mike forgot/didn't notice bc he was ummm busy and ends up having to go back and get right after this.

THERE! You see that couple again? The same couple they placed right in front of the Coca Cola sign in the shot right before this scene? It's interesting how this girl appears to be pointing at Will in this shot with the closet behind him, while the dialogue is about him and one of the few times that Mike is looking in their direction...

What is going on? Why does there appear to be two women who look identical in the frame right now (curly dirty blonde hair and big glasses)? One appears to have her boyfriend's arm (Coca Cola couple) wrapped around her as they go to put their skates on, directly behind Will, and one is behind Mike with what appears to be another girl chatting?

The thing about this shot and other shots like it (from Rink-O-Mania specifically), is that having a plan for these scenes actually makes it easier for everyone involved. If there are a handful of extras entering the frame alongside our main characters, then chances are they were given a specific direction for what to do in the shot. It's easier for the extra who only has like 2 seconds on screen anyways, to actually be told what to do in those 2 seconds, which in turn makes it easier for the people editing, and so on and so forth.

Regardless of the logistics, this sequence is very likely to have meaning simply because most scenes in Stranger Things hold meaning beyond what is outright told. More often than not, they want to convey a hidden message, and they can do that by hinting at it in the frame.

And so... what is this telling us?

[neurodivergentbraingoblins]

Story time about how being "inclusive" is often used as pretty jewlery to make workplaces seem less shitty than they are.

So I used to work for a place that did workers compensation claims. I was a data entry worker - essentially my job was to processes all incoming and outgoing documents and make sure they digitally got attached to the correct claim so other people could do their job.

I had been working at this place for about 6 months, and we had a MASSIVE turnover in people. Like over half my team/coworkers quit. Well, I just happened to be really, really good at data entry work. My pattern recognition skills and OCD compulsions were a perfect fit for this job. Even management constantly would say how impressed they were with the amount of work I could get done.

Here's the problem - the 2 other people who didn't quit during the turnover were my superiors. They had problems with the way I communicate (AuDHD). So instead of dealing with it, they openly harassed me in group chats. Our boss would see the chats and then call them out on it and tell them to stop.

Fast forward a few months later. Shit is getting crazy for our company as we were expanding. I'm getting harassed constantly by all my "teammates" and from higher ups. I go to HR about the concern and they decide to have me just directly report to our boss. But the problem wasn't solved. I still had to work with and ask questions to the team who obviously hated me. Simply because I communicate and work differently than I do. I was always willing to help them get caught up on work, but never the other way around.

So I've been at this place for about a year now and I'm testing a brand new method of cataloging data to the correct files. (Example- adding medical records for a specific person to their specific digital file so the adjuster assigned to the claim can review it). Turns out something broke with the process and over 700 files were lost.

So I get pulled into a very sudden meeting with me, the 2 teammembers who were my superiors and my boss. They are freaking out trying to figure out how to fix this. When I could finally get a chance to speak I told them I had backups of most of the files. They all went silent and just stared at me.

I explained that the way the process worked gave me anxiety because of this very potential issue. Once the files were uploaded to the claims, they were deleted from the storage location. Gone permanently. I didnt want to be the one responsible for losing important documents if something when wrong, so as a precaution (and a newly developed OCD compulsion) I would save most files to a different folder as a backup (usually just the files I had to convert from one format (ex: word doc) to a PDF).

Turns out I ended up saving the company thousands of dollars and thousands of work hours. My boss literally said to my face "your OCD saved the day! You're a hero!". The very next day everyone was back to being upset at me for how I did my job 😅

Well, over the course of my year there, management put together a COMPANY WIDE MANDATORY meeting about inclusivity and anti-discrimination. Of course I attended and I was having to hold back tears and laughter as everyone made all these promises to not judge people and to be open to "other working styles". The meeting was a 5 hour long meeting with different games and activities. You could tell the company execs were so proud of themselves for the meeting.

The very next day I received the perfect example of what NOT to do from my own boss who helped lead the company meeting! Essentially she heard a rumor that I was setting up meetings with other departments to work on things that hadn't been approved through the proper channels. She pulled me into a virtual meeting and, I kid you not, lectured me for 5 minutes straight about how that wasn't allowed. When I finally got a chance to speak I calmly told her I'd never done anything like that before. I admitted that occasionally I would ask someone else questions in a random email here or there when it related to what we were talking about. But I had never done any of the things she just accused me of and lectured me about. She was "assuming the worst and the negative instead of something positive" which was one of the core values we had spent almost an hour on at the meeting the day before.

I immediately went to HR crying. What was the point of that ridiculous mandatory meeting if the company superiors were still going to discriminate against me??? Well after a year of putting in hard work for them, fighting against all the harassment they threw at me, and doing my best to advocate for myself I ended up quiting. It was an amazing paying full time (40hr) job that fit my skills perfectly. But I had to quit because I couldn't stand listening to them say "we love your OCD and it really helps the company, but you need to stop doing things that way. It is really annoying and takes too long. Plus your coworkers don't like it. But keep giving us those same results! You really are our best worker!"

My OCD was turned into a joke. Something that was only okay when it benefitted them, but a disgusting trait to hide away when it didn't.

Tldr: I gave a year of my life to a company that outwardly toted being "inclusive" while simultaneously being harassed for my OCD and AuDHD symptoms. All while being told my "OCD saves the company money but like, can you please stop doing things that way? Thanks!"

[readingismyhappyplacee]

Kiss, Marry, Kill.

Summary: You go to a Halloween party where your crush happens to be, but something goes wrong.

Warnings: Foul language, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol, and smoking. Probably 16+. 

Class just let out, the bell signalling the end of the block and the end of the day for all students. It was Friday and Y/N was exhausted. Her studies have been keeping her busy and she had little to no down time lately. Her professors non the less didn’t care that she was swamped with homework so there was absolutely no use asking for help or even for extensions. They just wouldn’t understand her struggles.

Y/N met her closest friends, Maisie and Kat at her locker, eyeing the text in the group chat that read: 

  Y/N’s locker, pronto! - Kat

She started the route to her locker. The hallway was thinning as she passed students who just wanted to get home. Some were in costumes but most were too embarrassed to wear something so obvious. She could see the top of a witch hat in the distance and laughed. Kat loved to dress up. She was extremely talented in makeup and used halloween as a chance to show off her skills on a more extreme level. Y/N and Maisie on the other hand, followed suit with the rest of the school, opting more so on earrings or a pair of animal ears. As she approached her two best friends, she could pick out the almost sinister grins on their faces. 

“What is with that look you two? What do you know that I don’t? Spill.” She said.

“Well… A little birdie told me you-know-who is gonna be at the party tonight!” Maisie answered first. Kat giggled, “we overheard in English, all his friends are going too!” She gave Maisie a glance.

“And why would that be a big deal?” Y/N teased.

“Oh come on! You’ve been in love with him forever! Don’t play dumb!”

“No I mean why would his friends be a big deal, yeah now i’m nervous, I didn’t think he would be there, I guess i’ve thought about it before but - NO MAISIE WHO IS IT NOW?” Y/N groaned. Maisie gave a small giggle. She has a tendency to move on to a different guy every month. First it was a senior that she had never talked to before, then it was a coworker at Save-on and you get the idea. Though apparently the cycle has never ended as long as Y/N knew her. Maisie  definitely had a type and stuck to it. Tall, brunette, rich and into cars. Unfortunately school doesn’t have that many of the sort to choose from.

“Let me guess Maisie, is it Ryder?”

She faked a swoon, “Oh how did you guess so easily?”

“Girl, he drives a Beamer, of course you’re into him.”

“Ha. Fair point” She shrugged.

Y/N zoned out of the conversation. All she could think about was C/N and the possibilities of what tonight would hold. Sure they’ve talked a number of times and shared a few classes, but there was no way that he harboured the same feelings. She could daydream all she wanted about him and his fluffy hair, how strong he was or how smart he was, but what is the use if he wouldn’t do the same? He’s all a girl could ask for. 

After gathering their belongings to take home for the weekend, the three friends walked to Maisie’s house to get ready for the party. The trio was extremely excited to show off their costume idea they had been brewing up for weeks. It was Kat’s idea: Kiss, Marry and Kill. Y/N was kiss, she wore a red skirt with a lace corset, red lipstick and eyeshadow (that Kat had to apply for her), a heart headband, and red lipstick marks on both cheeks, courtesy of Maisie. She looked like Valentine’s Day on the red carpet. Maisie was marry, short white dress and veil, bouquet of fireball shots on sticks, white gloves and a daring pair of heels. Kat was kill. She loved dressing in black. Her makeup was changed to black eyeshadow, eyeliner and lipstick. She wore a black strapless dress that was certainly not school appropriate. To finish it off she put fake blood along her neck to articulate a knife slash and tucked a fake plastic knife into the band of her dress. Each girl has their respective word on their chest in hopes people would understand to some degree of what they were going for.

After snapping a couple pictures for Insta later, and eating dinner, the girls hopped in a taxi to the party. 

“Who’s house is it again?” Maisie questioned, booze already in hand.

“Cash. I texted him earlier, he has a bonfire outside. Fuck we forgot chairs!” Y/N laughed at Kat’s outburst. 

The atmosphere wasn’t too cold for late October. The stars were out and the taxi passed tons of trick-or-treaters on the road. It was the perfect weather for Halloween night and the excitement only grew in Y/N’s core. She couldn’t wait to get drunk and maybe sneak a few glances at C/N. As the girls neared the party, the sound of music and partygoers could be heard and the giant bonfire blast a vibrant light against the trees surrounding the property. Y/N and her friends weren’t really dressed for a cold night, but the fire would suffice.

Thanking the taxi driver, the girls hopped out and walked down the long driveway. Y/N instantly regretted her choice of heels. When they arrived amidst the chaos, Y/N was immediately abandoned by her best friends for boys and drinks.

“Bitches.” She muttered under her breath. She found the drinks table and poured herself a cup. She grazed her eyes along the group of young people. Most were already hammered and dancing to the music. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted C/N. He was standing with his friends wearing a Toad costume. His bare chest was out for the world to see between the character’s vest and she could feel the heat coming to her cheeks. He had a mushroom hat on to finish the simple but cute costume. She would always be able to pick him out of a crowd. Y/N was interrupted in her thoughts by a figure clad in a Starbucks uniform. 

“Hey Daniel, have you seen Kat anywhere?” She asked. Daniel slowly turned around, he was definitely drunk.

“Huh?” He managed to get out between sips. She took the cup away for a second.

“Kat? Where is she?”

“Oh hey Y/N what’s up bro, fuck I don’t know, probably over with Brad, heard they’ve been fucking. Can I have my drink back now? My song is playing.” He slurred. 

“Every song is your song.” She laughed, handing his drink back. 

Daniel walked towards the fire, leaving the girl alone again. She began looking for Brad. She knew he was one of C/N’s friends and she began to look for the group of boys again. Kat was so getting yelled at when they were both sober. She never talks about who she’s hooking up with! She quickly spotted C/N and his friends again, standing near the fire. Kat was there too, flirting with Brad in an obnoxious way. 

“Bitch! Thanks for ditching me so soon!” Y/N greeted. 

“Hey bitch! Sorry, Brad told me he brought me the good stuff!” She held up a lit joint, then passed it around the circle again. “You should join in!”

“Kat, you know I don’t smoke.”

“Fuck. Right. Sorry.” 

“Y/N are you like cupid or something?” Austen, another friend of C/N’s looked her up and down.

“No i’m supposed to be kiss, as in like, kiss marry kill, you know?”

“Ha shit that’s clever! So are you just kissing whoever tonight or do I have to cut the line?” Austen gave her a flirty smile. Shit this was awkward, C/N was literally standing right there. She glanced at him slightly before answering.

“Uh, well no, ha ha. It’s just for the pun.”

“C’mon Y/N, you’re hot, I’m hot, it’s meant to be.” He leaned down over her, and man was he close to her face.

“And you’re tits look so good in that - hey!”

“She said no Austen, back off.” C/N stepped in, forcefully pushing Austen away from the girl and out of the circle. Y/N’s dropped her drink in surprise. A couple ‘ooh’s’ could be heard from the remainder of the group. The people nearby swarmed to see what the small commotion was about. Y/N’s cheeks burned. She didn’t enjoy being the centre of attention, but at least she wasn’t cold anymore.

“Fuck off dude, she’s free reign. I don’t see no fucking boyfriend around? Huh? Is it you pretty boy? Didn’t think so. Let me have her.” Austen moved back into the circle, glaring at C/N and glancing at Y/N again. He was so intoxicated it was scaring her. She didn’t know what to say so she moved to stand with Kat a few feet farther away. 

“She said no man, leave her alone.” Ryan stepped in to help deescalate the situation. Grabbing his Austen’s shoulders and attempting to pull him towards a different area of the party. He was ashamed of his best friends behaviour. 

“I just want a fucking kiss! Hey Y/N! Meet me behind the house and we can fuck too!”

Much to Y/N’s surprise, C/N punched Austen in  the nose, knocking him to the ground. Stunned but not stopped, Austen stood up, wiped the blood from dripping into his mouth and punched C/N square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards a few feet. Ryan quickly jumped between the two.

“Enough you little shits. Austen go clean your fucking face you look hideous.”

Angry to the boiling point, Austen stormed off to the house to use the bathroom. C/N, winded slightly, sat in a chair near the fire to calm down. Suddenly Maisie appeared to join her best friends as the crowd dispersed.

“Oh my god, Y/N what happened? We’re you hurt, I didn’t think this would involve you! I thought it was just the boys being boys again! You poor thing!” Maisie got white girl drunk, but also acted like the mom friend she usually is. 

“I’m fine Mais, really. It was C/N that got hit. Austen was not leaving me alone.”

“Oh my god you should like, totally thank him, in like, a different way, if you know what I mean!” She suggestively stated.

“Maisie now is not the time. Sorry Y/N, maybe that costume wasn’t so great after all.” Kat joined in, seemingly more sober than before. 

“I’m fine guys. I’m gonna go find him now and see if he’s alright.” Y/N brushed it off, only focused on the one boy that always consumes her thoughts. 

“Wear protection!” Maisie screamed over the sound of the music. Y/N shot her a menacing look. She found C/N in a chair at the backside of the fire, farthest away from where the quarrel occurred. Only a few people were around that area. As she approached, C/N looked up at her. 

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi. Thank you for sticking up for me. I’m not good in those types of situations and I’m glad you were there to stop him, well, sort of. Are you okay?” She glanced at his chest and then to his eyes. A quick blush adorned her face once again.

“It was nothing I promise and I’m okay, he’s not that strong anyways. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Thank god though, I really didn’t want to kiss him.” 

“Would you kiss me?”

Suddenly, the world stopped. Suddenly, there was no blasting music, or drunk people around her. Suddenly, there was no sense of hot or cold and all was forgotten about Austen. There was only her and C/N.

“What?” She breathed, mouth agape.

“Here come sit.” He patted his lap once while looking at her. She silently accepted, sitting on his lap facing him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked politely. “I promise I’m not like that guy.”

Y/N nodded, too stunned to speak. C/N smiled down at her. He lifted her chin up with his hand and placed his lips onto hers. Y/N felt like she was on top of the moon. His lips were everything she imagined and more, but with a slight taste of the mango White Claw he was drinking previously. Holy shit this was happening. She placed her arms around his neck and silently prayed this wasn’t a dream. The kiss only broke when air was needed again. Her hands found his bare chest.

“See? I’m much more classy. A chair rather than behind a house!” He grinned, forehead against her forehead. Y/N gave him a joking slap. 

“Don’t put that idea in my head again!” She laughed. C/N gave her another peck before leaning into her ear. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” Y/N blushed instantly. 

“Thanks. Your costume is pretty cute too.” She replied.

“Had to get your attention somehow, but it happened another way instead.”

“Let’s go get another drink.” She smiled at him. She got up and C/N followed her through to the group where Y/N stopped for a moment.

“I’m not sure Kat, I think this costume was the perfect choice.” She looked at her best friend, then at C/N and smiled. She grabbed his hand and led him to the drinks table to enjoy the rest of the night together.

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Stress Relief | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda finds herself in need of some relaxation during a stressful period in her life

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.6K

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A/N: This was a request from @jgmg10.  Enjoy!  Did I have flashbacks to the start of the pandemic and quarantine MMHMM

This wasn’t the way you had intended March to go.  You were supposed to be flying to Berlin at the end of the month for work, but with the world shutting down it looked like you would be stuck at home for a while.  The idea of working from home seemed like a novelty at first.  Most of your job was done online anyways, so you didn’t necessarily need to go into the office every day.  You were looking forward to the prospect of working in your pajamas from the comfort of your own every day: no annoying coworkers to distract you from the daily grind of tasks, no boss breathing down your neck every chance he could, no mandatory after-work get-togethers.  Most people would describe you as a loner.  You called yourself an introvert.  So the idea of not having to leave the house to see anyone sounded like a pretty good tradeoff for not getting sick.  However, your plans were shaken up when your next-door neighbor, Wanda Maximoff, ended up moving in with you.

Wanda and her brother, Pietro, were renting the house next to yours.  Wanda was a librarian at the local elementary school while Pietro was working his way through a stressful emergency medicine residency at St. Matthew’s Hospital downtown.  When things started getting bad, he offered to move in with some of the other residents in order to keep Wanda safe.  She said no, of course, insisting that he stay in the house while she looked for a place to stay.  You happened to overhear her while she was pacing around the backyard on the phone with someone, searching frantically for a new housing situation.  The idea popped into your head before you could think about it, and before you realized what you were doing you heard yourself offer up the guest room for her.  You heard the person on the other end of the line continue rambling as Wanda stared at you, trying to weigh the situation as she hung up the phone.  She was wary of your intentions, seeing as you two hadn’t really spoken before.  But once you assured her that you weren’t a serial killer, that you had more than enough room to spare, and that she wouldn’t be a burden she graciously took you up on your offer.  

You couldn’t believe that you’d actually offered your house up to a stranger.  You’d exchanged pleasantries a few times, having stopped to chat with her when you ran into her on a walk one night, but that was it.  Wanda was cute, there was no denying that.  Your heart fluttered in your chest every time you saw her.  But your social anxiety won out against the small voice in your head that encouraged you to go talk to her.  Truth be told it didn’t bother you.  You were more than content with the way your life was going and you didn’t necessarily need anyone to make you feel complete.  

Wanda moved in within the week, bringing a couple of suitcases and a backpack with her.  Neither of you knew how long this would last, so she brought enough to be comfortable for a while.  You’d already made the guest room up for her, changing the sheets and vacuuming and dusting to make sure she felt right at home.  She settled in quietly, spending most of that first day unpacking and setting up her work-from-home setup.  The presence of another body in your house was slightly unnerving at first.  While you knew she wasn’t any sort of threat, just the knowledge that there was someone else in your space was enough to set you on edge for a while.  Within a few weeks, the two of you settled into a somewhat routine.  Her schedule started earlier than yours, so you only really saw each other in the evenings after work.  One of you would be in the kitchen making dinner, and the other would stop by and chat.  Like you, Wanda was quiet.  It took her a while to open up past more than general pleasantries, but once she did you were amazed at how forthcoming she was.  Many nights were spent laughing over dinner or trying to figure out the latest show to binge while it felt like the lockdown would never end.  But you never spent any more time together than that.

You were sitting in the living room, drinking a beer while watching reruns of Miami Vice after a rough week at work.  The stress of the state of the world was starting to get to you and you needed something to take your mind off things.  The escape into the world of pastel colors, shoulder pads, and palm trees offered little relief, but it was good enough for the time being.  As you flopped on the couch, engrossed in the police chase, Wanda wandered up from the basement.  She’d started taking nightly workout classes over Zoom.  It was the way she was dealing with the stress of the lockdown and the whole online learning nightmare.  She walked into the living room, groaning as she flopped onto the floor in front of the couch.

“You good?” you asked, tilting your head off the pillow as you lay on the couch.

“No.  My back is so stiff right now I can barely move,” she groaned.  She stretched her arms over her head as she twisted side to side, hoping something might relieve the tension.

“Do you want me to try and massage it out for you?”

Wanda looked at you, a curious expression on her face.  “Yeah, right.  You’re just looking for a chance to feel me up, aren’t you?” she guffawed.

“Wanda, if I’d wanted to feel you up I would’ve done it by now.”  She rolled her eyes at you, smirking as she did so.  “But if you just want to suffer in silence instead, that’s okay, too,” you told her as you turned your attention back to the screen.

“Fine.  But I swear if you try anything funny-”

“Relax, Wanda.  I won’t do anything like that.  I promise.”  You sat up on the couch, swinging your legs around so they hung off the couch.  Wanda pushed herself off the floor, groaning as she leaned back into child’s pose before standing up.  She glanced down at your lap.  “Come on, lay down and I’ll make all your worries disappear,” you teased.

“Right,” she drolled.  She walked over to the couch, lying down on her belly and scooching her way up so that her chest was resting squarely on your legs.  She crossed her arms above her head, resting her forehead on her forearms as you felt her full weight across your lower body.

“You’re sweaty,” you observed as you placed your hands on her shoulders.

“Shut up,” a muffled response came from the head that was buried in the couch.  Smiling to yourself, you began to massage her shoulders.  Your hands kneaded the tight muscles, squeezing and releasing them as you tried to help work out the knots that peppered the entirety of her back.  As you worked your hands down to the small of her back, a groan fell from Wanda’s lips.  “Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured as you circled your thumbs around the knots on either side of her spine.

Your fingers walked their way up her spine, tracing small circles around her tense muscles.  You felt your heart speed up as you felt the curves of her body, her tight-fitting workout shirt leaving little to the imagination.  Her breath hitched as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing a jolt of arousal to shoot through your body.  Swallowing hard, you prayed that you wouldn’t do anything to embarrass yourself while she was lying right on top of you.  But as you worked your fingers harder, Wanda’s moans became louder.

“You enjoying yourself?” you teased.  

“Oh god yes,” she moaned.  Without any coaxing, she rolled her hips into the couch.  You bit your lower lip as you watched her squirm against you.  Your hands were on her lower back and while you were about to run them back up and under her shirt, you boldly moved them down to caress the curve of her bum.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to cop a feel,” she remarked as she felt your hand cup her.

“Are you gonna stop me?”

“No.”  

Wanda turned over on her back as you pulled your legs out from underneath her, bringing yourself up to lie on top of her.  Her face was flushed from either her workout or arousal, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t care.  You watched her chest bounce up and down as she breathed heavily against you.  The air felt thick through the dizzying tension that was building in the room.  You glanced at her red lips, wondering how they would feel against your own.  She answered that question for you as she grabbed your face and crashed your lips into hers.  You found yourself drinking in the sensation of her soft mouth against yours, her cherry chapstick smearing against your lips.  Your entire body was buzzing with excitement as your lips explored each other, her hands moving up to tease through your hair.

As soon as you worked up the nerve you swiped your tongue over her lower lip, asking permission to enter her mouth.  Her lips parted ever so slightly to allow you in.  She moaned at the feeling of your tongue against hers.  Your hands trailed down her body, reaching under her shirt and snaking their way back up as you dug your nails into her soft flesh.  Her hips instinctively rolled up into yours at the rough contact, causing you to grind back down into her.  A swell of arousal burned deep within you as you bit down on her lower lip, savoring in her taste.

As you kissed your way down her jaw, Wanda tugged at the string of your pajama pants.  You groaned as you felt her cold hand reach down and grab your cock.  Her fingers worked deftly over your throbbing erection, jerking you off while you moaned into her neck.  A sharp nip on her pulse point caused her to squeeze you in all the right ways.  You bit down on her porcelain skin harder in response, leaving a purple bruise in your wake.  She gasped as you swiped your tongue over the sensitive area.  

You pulled away from her neck, gasping for air as you stared down at the disheveled woman below you.  Her eyes were wide with desire, sweat beading around her forehead.  “How’s that feel?” you asked.

“I think I could relax even more,” Wanda teased.  She bit her lip as she tugged your pants down your waist, your cock springing free of its restrictive confines.  

“That can be arranged,” you whispered.  Pushing yourself to your knees, you hooked your thumbs around the waist of her yoga pants.  Wanda lifted her hips as you tugged them down past her knees.  The sight of her bare cunt was enough to make your mouth water.  It was already glistening with her arousal as you tentatively rubbed a finger over her slit.  You painted her slick all over her lips and clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.  Her hips bucked against her hand.  She was desperate for your touch.  Anything to relieve the ache that was quickly building between her legs.

“And you said you didn’t want me to try anything,” you teased, lightly circling her clit.  “So I guess I can just stop.”  Wanda whined as you removed your finger, grabbing your forearm as you pulled it away.

“Please touch me,” she moaned.  Your pulse quickened as you watched her become visibly wetter.  Ecstasy surged through your body as you saw Wanda becoming more and more aroused.  All you wanted to do was bury yourself deep within her and stay there.

“Is that what you want, Wanda?  You want me to touch you?  You want me to shove my fingers into your cunt and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?” “Fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t care.  I just need you in me.  I want you to fill me up again and again.  Please I just need to cum around you.”  She writhed against the couch cushions, her hips bucking up as she strained for relief.  You watched as she threw her head back against the pillow, the vein in her neck straining against the confines of her skin.

Without warning you plunged two fingers into her.  She was so wet that you slid right in without any resistance.  The sudden intrusion ripped a loud groan from her as you began to pump in and out of her.  Her legs trembled as you moved just the right way inside of her, the pads of your fingers rubbing against her most sensitive spot.  

“Oh god more, I need more,” she begged.  You smirked as you shoved another finger inside her.  Her walls stretched easily to accommodate the new intrusion as your thumb began to circle her clit.  Your fingers were drenched with her arousal, the slippery fluid causing your thumb to dance around the erect nub.  “Shit, right there.  That’s it, Y/N, fuck.  Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”  Her words came in a strangled scream as you continued to bring her closer to her peak.  Wanda’s walls began to flutter around your digits.  But as she approached the point of no return, you pulled out.

A choked sob flew from Wanda’s lips at the sudden absence of your fingers.  “F-fuck, please don’t stop,” she sobbed, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

Leaning over her, you pushed your cock inside her in one quick thrust.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being stuffed by all of you.  Just like when you first pushed your fingers into her, you face no resistance as you felt her slick walls stretch around you.  Your hips set a fast rhythm, pounding in and out of her pussy with little regard for anything but the heavenly sensation of her squeezing you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you leaned over her.  Your noses bumped against each other as your moans filled the room.  You strained to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss watching her experience total bliss.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands coming up to grab your face.  You kissed her roughly as you continued to pound your hips into her.

“Wanda, I’m gonna-”

“Don’t stop, Y/N.”  She kissed you harder, biting down on your lower lip as your thrusts became erratic.

Shockwaves gripped your body as you erupted inside her with one final thrust.  The sensation of you flooding her was enough to send her over the edge.  She came with a series of moans that were muffled by a fiery kiss.  

Your thrusts slowed and became more shallow as the two of you came down from your highs.  As you struggled to regain your breath, you noticed that both of your shirts were soaked with sweat as you collapsed down onto her.  “Feeling relaxed yet?” you joked.

“Oh yes,” Wanda chuckled breathlessly, a blissed out look spread over her face.  

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” you asked, your words muffled as you spoke into her neck.

“I have no idea.  But I’m not opposed to doing it again?”  She traced her svelte fingers down your back.

“Now?”  Wanda nodded.  “Wanda, I need a shower first.”

“Good,” she replied, pushing you off her.  “I’ve never had shower sex before.  Why don’t we go give it a go?”    

[chicken-fifi]

Late Night Arguments | Kyuhyun (SuJu)

Pairing: Cho Kyuhyun x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: aug is my bday month hehe 👉🏻👈🏻 can i request kyuhyun imagine where he waited outside female reader apartment for their drinking/movie night but she forgot? she was late bcs of turning down her interested male colleague (kyu didnt know this and got jealous, they argued a bit) and she called him a dumbwit when he was being frustrated (bcs she he liked her too). she couldn't confess as she knew how busy he was & dint want to be a burden. happy fluff ending (they got tgt) pls ❤

Genre: angst to fluff

Word Count: 1,110 words

A/n: happy (belated or early) birthday anon! i hope you spent or spend it doing everything your heart desires and with people who make you feel happy and loved! and as we say in mexico (at least the part my parents are from) y que cumplas muchos mas! (and we hope you have many more!)

Kyuhyun rang the doorbell to your apartment, again, taking a step back as he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He wasn’t quite sure why he was nervous or getting clammy as the little drinking “party” accompanied with a movie was something the two of you often did at the end of every week. He’d hosted last week and it was your turn. It was also well past the agreed upon time that he should show up at.

Yes, he’d been a bit late leaving the dorm…and then he got stuck in traffic, but you should’ve been home by now. Yet your car wasn’t in its usual spot in the parking lot, nor was it in any other parking spot - not that he’d checked.

Had you gotten tired of waiting and just gone out to the local bar? Had you completely forgotten and just called it night after yet another tiring week at the office? Had you forgotten and decided to go to the bar?

Kyuhyun kept looking at the windows of your building not seeing a single light on. The prospect of you having forgotten and going out to a local bar began seeing more and more like the most probable answer as to why you weren’t there. Heck it even explained why you hadn’t been picking up your phone at all - sending him straight to voicemail. The longer he stood there and thought about it, the more he began getting uneasy and dare he say jealous. The thought of some random bloke hitting on you at the bar made his skin crawl, jealousy boiling in the pit of his stomach. God, he hoped that wasn’t the case.

~~~~

You smiled awkwardly at your coworker who was chatting you up as you inched your way to the floor entrance wanting to get out there as soon as possible. Everyone had already been forced to stay overtime after a rather large setback just before noon and people were just now starting to leave. Except you of course because someone wasn’t getting the message that you weren’t interested. 

“Look….Justin,” you began.

“I’m James,” he corrected.

“Right, James. I’m not interested in you, nor am I interested in being in an office romance novel. You’re a great guy I’m sure, but not for me. I have to go, before I’m even more late than I already am.”

You didn’t stay to watch as his face fell, because you were already rushing out the door not even bothering to use the elevator - seeing how many people were waiting for it - and instead running down the stairs. Running to your parked car, you hop in and hightailed it out of there in record time, checking your wrist watch every few minutes and cursing to yourself  about being so late for the movie night with Kyuhyun. Your phone had died a few hours ago, never getting a chance to plug it into a charger between running around getting files organized and attempting to print out the reports needed for the meeting the very next day.

The one thing that seemed to be going in your favor at the moment was the light traffic - as it was way past rush hour. But that only worried you more. If Kyuhyun was still waiting at your apartment complex, he must be tired and probably cold from sitting outside for hours. That is if he hadn’t left already. You were really hoping he hadn’t. But you were late, therefore you wouldn’t blame him if he had, even if it did break your heart.

Alas, as you pulled into the complex you spotted his car parked in front of your apartment, him sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, phone in hand pressed to his face. He spotted your car and stood up, dusting off his jeans as you pulled into an empty spot and cut off the engine, quickly getting out of the car with your purse.

“Kyu, I’m so sorry! I-” you began before getting cut off.

“Forgot? Went out with a coworker for a drink? Got hit on at the bar?” he offered, clearly irritated.

“What?”

“Don’t act coy.”

“Kyuhyun, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself. I got caught up at work.”

“Sure you did.”

Now you were annoyed as you rolled your eyes letting out a sigh, “Can we talk about this inside instead of giving my neighbors a show?”

He followed after you as you walked up to your front door, unlocking and stepping inside. As soon as the door was shut he began talking again, accusing you of forgetting your plans. You didn’t say a word, finding it best to let him voice his view and feelings before voicing your own - regardless of whether he believed them or not. Once he was done he looked at you expectantly.

“Everyone at the office had to work overtime due to a setback around noon. My phone died and I wasn’t able to charge it which is why I couldn’t get in contact with you,” you said showing him your phone as definitive proof. “On top of that, once we were finally able to leave my coworker decided to take a shot with me, preventing me from leaving for a good ten minutes until I finally got tired of it and shut him down. I wasn’t at a bar - I wouldn’t have driven there if I was - and I didn’t forget. It was simply a setback at work. Now, if you're done being a complete dimwit, I’d like to watch a good movie with some alcohol to forget about the day’s - week’s - mishaps.”

Kyuhyun remained silent as you moved to your kitchen, grabbing two beers from the fridge, cracking one open and holding the other one out to him as you took a few gulps of your own.

“You promise you didn’t forget?” he asked.

“I promise. Although I do wish I could forget my coworkers face, or that he could forget about his crush on me. I’m not interested and it’s only going to be awkward working with him.”

He took a sip of his beer as he asked you another question, “Why aren’t you interested?”

Clearly the alcohol was already taking effect since you didn’t even hesitate to give a truthful answer. “Because I like you but am too afraid to tell you because it’s a busy time period for you and you have too many burdens already as it is.”

“You like me?”

You nodded, tired of everything already. It was no use going back on your words now. “Say I feel the same, can we consider this our first real date?”

[shoheiakagi]

So, for the warehouse AU, I’d love to hear more about the reader character you imagine? What’s she like? How seriously does she actually take her job? Of course Shohei is end game with her, but does she ever feel attracted to any of the other boys or flirt with them? How does she deal with them hitting on her if not? And, of course, tell me all about the cute little headcanons you have for her and Shouhei please!

Ohhh thank you @chickadeedeedeedee for the asks! You know i love talking about my AUs!

For this AU, the endgame can actually be any guy of your choice! So for me personally, I’d have Shouhei as endgame, but anyone can else imagine the endgame as chitose, fuji, kamamoto, etc.

I think anyone can self insert into y/n and imagine her with any kind of personality, but for me, i think the personality of y/n depends on the boy she gets with. For example, i imagine y/n to be on the soft and sweet side if she gets with shouhei or fuji. for chitose, i imagine y/n to be a reckless party girl. for dewa, y/n is actually a bit more strict, but slowly lets her guard down when she gets closer with the boys. But regardless of personality, y/n is a complete dumbass here because she risks everything for a delinquent she met on the job. Safe to say that she doesn’t take the job too seriously, despite the fact that its her first big girl job. But to be fair, y/n hated the job even before she got with her man due to the crazy hours, the amount of workload and stress, the crazy and weird warehouse associates she has to deal with, and not getting along with some of her coworkers and leadership team.

When y/n first saw the gang, she was intimated sure, but she did think that a good chunk of the guys were very attractive. so while she was a little creeped out at the lengths they would go (i.e. finding her ig on her first week of the job), she is lowkey flattered at how this group of roguish boys who normally disobey the other managers, are ready to do whatever she asks them to do because they want a chance with her. it also boosts her ego when she finds herself surrounded by most of the guys trying to chat her up, while she works on her end of shift report. But i don’t think she flirts with any of them (other than a giggle and some teasing comments), cause she’s aware that can get her into trouble (the little common sense y/n had before she throws it all away to get with her man lol).

Here are some general headcanons i have for y/n and her man when they finally get together:

they definitely start driving together to and from work. it originally started off with the whole gang asking y/n if she wanted to carpool with them, but y/n immediately rejects bc she just knows nothing good will come out of that. But when she gets closer to that one homra guy, she finds herself saying yes when he offers her a ride home, thinking that it’d be nice to save money on commute for one day, and how its not like she’s gonna be sharing a ride with him all the time. When she’s in his car, she’s surprised to see how clean his car was (she was mentally preparing to be grossed out). He turns on the radio, playing a song from one of his favorite bands (that y/n actually finds catchy), when he casually offers to take her out for a meal since theyre both starving after a long day. She tries to deny at first, but finds herself being swayed when he gently grabs her wrist and strokes the inside with his thumb, telling her that grabbing one bite is not the end of the world. They get to know each other even more during the little date, and she is happy when he pays for their meal. Once they get together, it’s common for him to linger around the warehouse once his shift ends. He only leaves the building when she’s getting ready to leave, so that they can go to his car together.

y/n is very pretty, her man knows that, and thats why he is so crazy about her. but other guys in the warehouse also knows that, which is a problem. to make sure those clowns don’t try to flirt with his girl, he’s always hovering around her, trying to make it known that she’s with him. y/n finds it romantic, the idea of her strong boyfriend being protective over her. but sometimes it can be taken too far, especially when it comes to the point where he’s angrily telling her off for speaking to some guy he doesnt like (even though thats literally part of her job). i think chitose, dewa, and eric are more likely to do this compared to the other guys. maybe even bandou.

They sometimes sneak away to a more isolated area of the building during their lunch break so that they can makeout and spend more time together. Best believe the other boys are making a ruckus and distracting the other managers so that they dont get caught.

He’s always staring at her, even from a far, and she gets flustered whenever he does. too bad she’s not the only one who notices him staring at her

they both definitely sexted once during break when she was sitting with the other managers and he was sitting at a table near them. Hidaka swears he saw them both look up from their phones to glance at each other

He once fought another male associate bc that creep was making y/n uncomfortable. Luckily he was able to get away with a write up instead of a termination bc y/n confirmed to that guy sexually harassing her at work

[gunsli-01]

Milgram Characters Mental Health Headcanons

Haruka: Has gone to therapy a few times. Enjoys it depending on the ammount of attention received. One on one is nice though if there were more people overseeing him he'd probably get excited. Probably believes psychiatric diagnoses can do more harm than good depending on how others respond to the information.

Yuno: Would go to it if she had nothing better to do but takes everything psychiatrists say with a grain of salt. Probably has a bunch of critical things to say about therapists in general or finds that line of work disingenuous. Could totally see her saying "Why would I pay someone to pretend to care about me when I can get paid instead?"

Futa: Probably thinks mental healthcare is nonsense and that real men solve their own problems. While secretly looking into it online and dabbling in self-diagnosing just a little.

Mu: She's probably had a private therapist all her life. This could be because of her acting out when she was a kid. Enjoys therapy but would probably put up a front to her psychiatrist especially if the information in their sessions is told to her parents. I think she'd enjoy it cause they listen to her talk and it's more like a once a week hangout in her home.

Shidou: Has coworkers in the field who try to give helpful advice. He'd like it more if they minded their own business though. Probably hasn't sought out a professional personally.

Mahiru: Gets all information on mental health and wellness online. Closest thing she has to therapy is her chats with her hairdresser.

Kazui: Can't/Won't talk too busy failing to repress all inconvenient emotions. Considers himself too cowardly to admit he has a problem to himself already while fully knowing he does. Literally would not waste another humans time or his money just on the off chance he'll unpack something he packed up to begin with. Could see him saying "There isn't enough money in the world to excuse having someone put up with my feelings/indecisiveness." Totally the type to recommend therapy to others though. Much rather talk about other people's problems than his own. Will play the boring old man card if asked about how things have been on his end.

Amane: Mental healthcare is medical care. Understanding the importance of mental health and the way ones emotions and feelings can be weaponized against them is beneficial to not ending up getting taken advantage of. She is not allowed to go but she likes therapists and would probably enjoy talking to school psychologists. Along with studying the concept in her spare time for personal growth and benefit.

Mikoto: Has never stepped into a therapists office in his life. Closest thing he's gotten to help from a specialist is possibly a guidance counselor in school and managers or hr at any place he may have worked at. Trauma is a five letter word and repression is ten take the difference and you've got enough free letters to spell what Mikoto tells people when they ask how he's doing "Great." Is not neurotypical and probably has more things that have gone undiagnosed outside of the d.i.d. Thinks therapy is nice if a person can afford it but it's not very practical to get unless absolutely necessary.

Kotoko: Would one hundred percent say therapy is a construct. What's therapeutic for one person might not be for another. It's really something a person has to sort out for themselves. Considers what she's doing a form a therapy.

[moonfurthetemmie]

Final Girl Finch ending

fuuuuck yeeaaaaah

favorite ending for the name alone

but also Hacker actually gets saved and good things happen 

This ending relies on a chance encounter between Finch and Randy at idk walmart or whatever and Finch recognizing Randy

it’s like that spiderman pointing meme but randy’s sweating nervously and Finch is Approaching

he’s like “Hey you’re That Guy that helped Hacker escape right?” and Randy goes “…nnnnnno…” y'know like a liar. this results in Randy getting interrogated in the middle of target or wherever. And i mean the funny version of interrogate that’s ‘Insistently Asking Questions And Not Letting The Person Go’ and not Ink’s version of interrogation

Randy ends up telling him everything and then he’s gotta fuckin go or bobby’s probably going to come looking for him and he doesn’t want Finch to end up like Hacker because of him too, but Finch goes ‘whoa hold tf gimme your phone i’m giving you my number text me when you get home’

Randy does and then Finch is just like ‘ok cool. i’ve got an idea’ and then just doesn’t text again for ages

Until one day Randy gets a text from him that’s like ‘when are you going to be out next’ and they meet up and Finch reveals many many months worth of research into Demony Shit and he goes ‘we’re getting you and Hacker out of there’

and then it happens

there’s like a boss battle but through the power of being Just Some Fuckin Guy in a Horror Movie (world) he’s become The Protagonist and has the power of impulsiveness, dumbassery, and modern day technology on his side

Randy brings Hacker out of his room and without Bobby there the runes they have aren’t working super well so Hacker’s very Confused and not entirely with it, but slowly he comes back and he recognizes Finch and they have a very heartfelt reunion that involves lots of hacker crying and apologizing for never texting him back like he said he would and Finch is just like “hacker you got kidnapped and turned into a demon why are you apologizing for that of all things”

Hacker’s going to have some issues for a while but he gets better! The physical changes he’s stuck with but his mental state recovers and soon he’s almost like how he was before.

He can’t eat normal food for a while, but they slowly work on it. They start with meats and work their way towards fruits and veggies and then eventually candy and junk food. Hacker is very excited to upgrade to junk food

While Hacker’s starting to recover, Finch finds out about Ink’s little experiments on some of her coworkers

He tells Dream immediately and Dream’s just like ‘Oh. Hm. I see. I’ll talk to her about it. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.’

It’s impossible to tell how upset Dream is about this but 'talk to her about it’ isn’t what Finch was hoping for. And a week or so later Ink’s still. working there. He knows Dream did have some kind of chat with her though because she’s glaring daggers at him.

he brings it up to Dream again and Dream has no intentions of firing or arresting her. Finch is now very very suspicious and does some digging

And he finds out that Dream’s been sending Ink to 'take care of’ anyone and everyone who disagrees with JR’s policies. Whether they be violently protesting or just speaking out. He also finds out just how horrific Ink’s interrogation methods are and about all of the brainwashing and shit

He gathers up a bunch of it and exposes Dream (and also Ink, and possibly several other officials) to the media and there’s enough evidence that he can’t reasonably deny it

he’s really confused though why’s Finch doing this? This is for the Greater Good

he is quickly arrested, along with Ink, and they’re both put in the max security cells

fun fact, the magic nullifying barriers that the cells are strong enough to stop Dream’s aura from burning him because of his own negative emotions, so he is not going to slowly go mad from searing pain that he can’t seem to stop. i do have some mercy

fun fact #2 for this exact reason dream has one of these barriers installed in his apartment so he can Emotions freely

When Finch accused Dream and Ink of Heinous Crimes, Ink’s apartment was searched (with an actually reasonable warrant) and they found all of Ink’s lovely paintings of people murdered in horrible, gruesome ways that matched several murders that went 'unsolved’, most of which had been people who’d spoken out against JR in some way

the paintings are returned because they’re technically personal property and also no one wants to keep them. the talent of the artist is undeniable but jesus christ those are fucked up

Finch ends up taking over JR and vows to make sure it serves actual justice, and not Dream’s twisted version of it. He came here to do Good Things and by god is he going to make that happen. hacker and randy come with him btw

The Meme Squad also gets arrested and THIS TIME they’re put in the Max Security Cells 

i say 'cells’. They attempted to separate them but it made them freak the fuck out and finch decided that they could share a cell. it’s not like they were going to kill each other, or get out together. they calm down. They’re still unhappy that they’re in there at all but at least they’re not going to be separated. 

did i mention they have a lot of separation anxiety

bonus points if they pass Dream and Ink’s cells and they just look in like ??????? and Dream looks just as confused as they do about it and Ink just glares

so yeah that happened. 

and then blue shows up! You know how he’s really possessive of Dream? yeah he’s not super happy about what finch did. 

fortunately finch is used to fighting for his life and after fighting bobby he is not afraid of who he perceives to be Some Guy. also he knows demons exist and blue seemed to just fucking Appear so he threw a crucifix at him and orange screeched and fuckin vanished, leaving a very confused blue boy with a vaguely cross shaped mark on his face and possibly also a bloody nose

Blue gets arrested for Attempted Murder and only attempted murder because currently they have no idea about his kidnappings and actual murders and he’s not about to tell anyone. This does however mean he gets to go to the Normal Cells and there are People There and he gets to talk to people and that helps him a lot. 

he also gets some real therapy for his abuse survivor trauma and other issues he has from being alone for so long

He’s probably the first one of the main 6 who get better enough to leave

he gets so much better i’m so proud of him

Randy and Hacker end up staying in JR too

hacker and finch are very soft,,,,,,

Finch ends up making a little unit to deal with Supernatural Shit and Randy’s in charge of it. Most people thought he was crazy until Hacker came in and was like 'hi. can confirm demons exist. also ghosts. there’s one in here already and finch told me they’ve been writing on the walls didn’t you guys notice that at least’

the protests die down. finch is not crazy. The unit checks out any reports of supernatural activity. Most of them aren’t actually ghosts or anything which is Good but some of them are actually and that’s not so great. Some of the ones that are are just very lonely and sad ghosts though so they bring them to JR so they can be friends with Ani while they see if there’s anything they can do about helping them pass on or whatever. they also want ani to have a friend and ani is VERY UPSET that they think they need friends >:/

not really but shhh

oh yeah speaking of Ani- after dealing with Bobby, Finch wasn’t super scared of Ani anymore, and they got bored of trying to kill him. they just fuck with him now. stealing pens. writing mean things on the wall. hiding his keyboard. that sort of stuff. they’re very petty. Hacker can also see them and he thinks this is really funny

mmm lemme see what else

oh yeah Finch makes it a policy to give everyone in the Max Security Cells a Thing or two for Entertainment. Nothing that can be used as a weapon ofc but just Something. They’ll ask the inmates what they want but if they can’t decide or say they don’t want anything they get a standard deck of cards. It’s really not fair to leave them in there with nothing to do but think and idk do yoga or whatever.

Cards are the default because there’s a lot of different games you can play with them.

Dream got one because he didn’t respond when asked if he wanted to have anything brought in for entertainment.

Ink got a notepad and pen to draw with (And also she demanded Terry be brought in so she could take care of him and no one really wanted to go into her apartment and do it so they allowed it).

The Meme Squad got one thing each and they all decided to get cards so they can try to build the biggest most epic card tower they could. also the longest god damn go fish games ever

kevin was not allowed to be brought into the cell because he requires a bit more room then a little cell. also dream apparently knew kevin from the village and nightmare confirmed that there’s only been one Kevin and not multiple chickens named Kevin, so Finch really doesn’t want to know why kevin’s still alive. he has someone else go take care of Kevin.

Everyone’s getting therapy so if Nightmare does well with it Kevin will probably be brought to JR and given a nice pen and Nightmare can go out there and take care of his baby. the person who’d been taking care of kevin is relieved

Finch also goes to talk to Dream sometimes, after he realized just how deeply fricked Dream’s mind was. it’s not his fault the villagers were insane and let a kid grow up thinking he was an angel who could fix everything wrong with the world

dream’s going to be there the longest. it will probably take many many many years for him to get better. but he has that time

there’s a thought that blue keeps getting possessed by random ghosts that want to kill Finch so he keeps breaking which would be really funny but it wouldn’t actually do anything

I think that’s it?

hacker and finch are so soft tho

Can you tell that this ending is the most thought out

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

6-12 for Emmet next!!

HII CICI!!! <33

6. does your self insert have any pets?

Emmett doesn't have any pets, officially, but they do take in injured animals pretty regularly so if one went into their apartment there's a pretty solid chance you'd find one or two creatures residing there at any time! I guess Daisy the opossum is the closest animal to a pet Emmett has seeing as she lives there permanently (she is unable to be released back into the wild due to some congenital birth defects)!!

Extra: Emmett was worried, at first, about how Daisy and Murdoc would get along but both are menaces to society so they hit it off lol

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

YES BC IM SUPER HOT/j/lh

Nah but fr, I did make it canon to my selfship AU that Mac used to have a crush on Emmett when they were studying together at MIT! He doesn't anymore and they are just good close friends now! At the time, Emmett was just starting to come to grips with their gender identity and transitioning to a male aligned gender. And while MacGyver supported Emmett of course, it also made his crush on them a little weird for him and helped him come to terms with his own bisexuality! It was the first time he'd ever liked someone who wasn't a woman and it was definitely a little eye opening for him haha!! He never told Emmett until years later when they were drunk and chatting one night after a mission. The two had a good laugh about it and moved on without any strife!

Tldr; Emmett is MacGyver's bisexual awakening lol

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

Gender: transmasculine nonbinary/demiguy

Sexuality: bisexual (male lean)

Romantic: biromantic (male lean)

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

Definitely MacGyver and their other coworkers at the Phoenix Foundation! Mac's friends became Emmett's friends very quickly too!! There's a certain comradery in sharing a secret as profound as their jobs with each other and each other alone!

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

Angus 'Mac' MacGyver: not thrilled about the fact that one of his closest friends has chosen to get into a relationship with the man initially sent to kill him, that man being Murdoc, ofc; more chilled out about it though than most of the others, especially when Murdoc starts working for the Phoenix Foundation (off the books ofc, can't have a former assassin as an official employee); he isn't over the moon about the relationship but Emmett clearly is in love and he wouldn't be a good friend if he stood in the way of that

Jack Dalton: NOT A FUCKING FAN OF IT; bro is NOT happy about this at all; even after Murdoc starts consulting for the Foundation, he still doesn't trust Murdoc in the slightest and is convinced that Murdoc will end up betraying them and moreover, hurting Emmett; pretty much always ready to clock Murdoc in the face if the opportunity arises

Riley Davis: super suspicious of Murdoc's intentions with Emmett; may or may not have implanted spyware into Murdoc's phone to monitor his text conversations with Emmett; much to her surprise, all of them are actually...really sweet?

Wilt Bozer: scared shitless tbh; the first time he met Murdoc was when he'd broken into Bozer and Mac's shared house to kill Mac; Bozer is terrified of Murdoc as a person but tentatively accepting of the relationship seeing as he seems so...different when he's around Emmett, so ... tame, almost?

Matilda 'Matty' Webber: keeps an incredibly close eye on Murdoc; she knows she went out on a limb using his expertise to catch other killers but she, being Matty, knows everything, and knows that Murdoc really does care about Emmett, she knows he won't do anything that would put Emmett in harms way, they have that much in common, at least

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

Emmett wears basically various iterations of the same outfit every day lol. He wears dark grey/faded black jeans, red high top converse, a solid color (usually cool colors like blue) t shirt over a long sleeve black/dark grey shirt!! Sometimes in hotter weather, they forgo the long sleeve undershirt in favor of just the t shirt! But the pants stay. They don't like shorts much ahaha!!

Their outfit may vary a bit more depending on the context of the episode but is almost always more masculine in presentation. For fancier events, they usually wear some type of suit!

12. how would the fandom view your character?

PERSONALLY, I think that the fandom would like Emmett but they would kinda woobify him a little?? like, i get it, im kinda pathetic, but I am SOMEWHAT capable LOL!! I just think the fandom would take Emmett's naturally sweet disposition and reduce them to that and that only, ignoring the fact that they're incredibly intelligent, empathetic and surprisingly capable with several projectile weapons ahahaha!!

But on a more optimistic note, I think there would be a lot of positivity around the representation that Emmett provides as a canon plus sized, trans and neurodivergent character!! I think people would appreciate that!!

[advluv4life]

Who wants to be the one to explain to me why I don't actually like my ex who betrayed my trust? Can anybody please give me a step-by-step guide on how to get over it while this ex is currently my supervisor at work and the girl he was talking to in secret (and ig is also currently talking to in secret) is one of my coworkers? I need some solid coping skills that I can put into effect in under 30 minutes and keep in effect for roughly 9 hours a day, 6 days a week. Thanks in advance.

Now there is a slight chance that they're not messaging each other but the chance is very low and only based on the fact that they both say that they don't talk to each other outside of work or about anything other than work.

Whereas the evidence that they are messaging and talking to each other has been building for multiple weeks where their message chat bubbles have been on and off within the same 2 minute intervals over multiple hours and/or days at a time. Also he's been hyper-focused on her job and at one point was discussing the color of her eyes though he claimed not to remember what it was. But he knew what it was not.

And I know what you're going to open up with 'he's your ex he can talk to whatever girl that he wants'. Yes, I know. We're moving past this okay? I understand he can do it. I don't have to be okay with it. I'm not okay with it and I'm trying to find coping skills to work towards being okay with it or at least not caring about it without ruining everybody else's day.

The girl is generally nice. But while she is nice she's most likely lying therefore I don't know how 'nice' her nice is because I can't tell if it's a genuine or if it's just placating me. And even though I do like talking and venting towards her and getting her input I also don't want to feed into it because I can't trust it. She says she wants to help me because she's been betrayed by an ex, similar to how I was where both of our exes had decided to talk to another girl while still in a relationship with us. The only difference is that she is the other girl and I'm pretty sure that she is still 'the other girl' so I can't really tell if I can take her comforting words at face value or if maybe she actually means it? There is a chance that they're messaging and it's nothing serious but the last time they were messaging each other I was told that it wasn't a big deal but they were indeed discussing our relationship and myself.

Over the past few months he has claimed that he doesn't like her, he doesn't trust her, he doesn't talk to her, he says she's a bad person, she's a liar, etc. Though it all seemed very over the top. But again I'm like 90% sure that they're messaging each other again, just like they were before we broke up. And yes again I understand it's not my business if they're messaging each other. I'm asking for coping skills to deal with it. I'm not looking for a way to get back with him. I don't trust him. I don't think I could get back with him even if he wasn't talking to her. And even though I know that it still pisses me off that they are probably getting closer. And there's a chance they might not be hiding it from me and everyone else because of me, but because he's her supervisor.

Anyway...can I get any advice or any pep talks or something please? I think it just sucks for anyone to see their ex move on. I struggled so much with trusting him and when I was finally opening up to believing that he wouldn't abandon me it's exactly what he did. And I feel like it always comes back to me being insecure but I also don't think it's fair. I expressed/communicated that insecurity, I was very open with it at the beginning of our relationship and I tried to bottle down every time I was triggered but in the end he did exactly what he said he wouldn't do. I left on a trip for a few weeks and when I came back he had found someone else he liked more than me and he decided he didn't want me and just... I know that leaving the department would make some sense but I don't dislike my job especially since it's lighter than a lot of other jobs at my place of work and I'm going to have to go back to school next semester. Everyone else in the workplace just kind of brushes it off and acts like they have no clue what I'm talking about...

I just need some sort of emotional support and there is none. I feel like everyday I wake up and the pain is just brand new all over again. And while I've gotten better since the breakup (in the long run)... it's like everyday there's a new hurdle to jump and I'm exhausted. We've reached an impasse where him and her are getting closer again and lying about it again and there was a whole explosion of emotion on both my part and his part, so now we are not talking. Him being the supervisor and me being a team lead, makes work rough. There is a small chance that it will pass because I'm overly forgiving. Or overly apologetic whichever one makes the most sense. But if I cave over this... I don't think I will ever be able to look myself in the eyes again. So, I just need someone to give me a nice long lecture about how I can handle this and I'm not stupid and my emotions are valid and all the cheesy shit. In all reality I need like a pep talk every single day like every 2 hours but if anyone could just...I'm so tired

[alynicoleee]

Beginning of Forever: Chapter Four

Title: Beginning of Forever (Chapter 4) Pairing: Tim Lincecum / OFC POV: 3rd Person - OFC Rating: PG

Alyssa opened her eyes and hazily stared at the clock. "Oh Shit", she thought. She was late. She had appointments and errands that needed to get done and today was definitely not the day to oversleep. She scurried out of bed as she told herself that she should have set an alarm. Too late now. She would have to shower and eat some breakfast quickly and get on with her day.

She was so busy with trying to make up for lost time that she didn't have a chance to look at her phone until early evening - it had been on silent since last night. She glanced through the normal alerts - social media notifications, missed spam calls, text messages from coworkers and then noticed a message on the dating app. "Oooh, he did respond", she thought. She opened the message and couldn't believe it's contents -

"Would it be a bad thing if I said I was?"

"You've got to be fucken shitting me", she thought. There was no way she ever thought it was the real Tim Lincecum on the other end of the conversation. She looked around her surroundings even though she was now in the kitchen of her own home and couldn't help but type out, "You're kidding right. Am I being punk'd right now? Are there cameras somewhere watching me absolutely not believe that's true?". She hit send before she had a chance to second guess herself.

Alyssa sat in shock on one of the bar stools in her kitchen island. Could it really fucken be? Tim Lincecum had matched with little ol' her on an online dating app. Not only had they matched, but she had genuinely enjoyed chatting with him for a bit yesterday. She wondered if all that was going to end now that she actually recognized who he was. She hadn't even begun to think what it meant if they continued chatting - she didn't really know much about the last few years of his life except that they had been filled with tragedy. Out of baseball before he hit thirty, lost his brother, lost his wife. It was a wonder he hadn't lost himself, she thought. Or maybe he had, maybe that was why he was on the opposite side of the country from where he usually resided.

She didn't have much time to let her mind wander because a response came in rather quickly. "Nope. No cameras. Although you didn't answer me if that was a bad thing."

Alyssa stared at the message. He was obviously concerned about what this meant. Was it going to change anything? Could he still be just a random person she met on the internet. Alyssa didn't see why not. He was a notoriously private person, so she would get to know him how she would get to know any other person. She smiled at herself as she typed out, "Not a bad thing at all. Unless it bothers you that I was once a fan."

She hit send and waited.

[httpiastri]

thinking about booksmart reader and streetsmart Clem again (because I am book smart-) and I’m just thinking about them being almost glued to each other in the paddock in such adoring and lovesick ways that it literally becomes a part of clems reputation and he’s just now a nerd who loves his girlfriend, and since she’s always a round she ends up getting roped into doing like promo videos and interviews and clem takes any chance he can to talk about how much he adores her and wouldn’t be here without her

loveeeee 🥺 i love this so much 🥺 book smart reader x streetsmart clem is such a good combo!!! this is very late because i started writing when you sent it in but then it got lost in my drafts..... i wrote it in second person, hope u don't mind !! and also there's this one thing that i put in and it's so stupid but i couldn't stop myself 😭 you'll know when you see it....... i will regret it and probably delete it in the morning but i haven't slept properly in weeks so im too tired for my own good

you and clement first met at a mutual friend's party one saturday night. he isn't one to turn down an opportunity for a good time, so it was a given that he'd come along when his friends asked him.

you, on the other hand, had a friend who deemed you to be in desperate need of some relaxation, not wanting to see you spend yet another saturday with your nose buried in your schoolwork. you had told her that you could relax with a good book in your own bed, but she dragged you along to a friend's house, saying that a little alcohol and dancing never hurt anyone.

as clem mingled around the packed living room, his eyes stuck to someone who stood out from the usual partygoers. you were seated on a couch, engrossed in a thick book that you'd hidden from your friend brought in your purse. clem's curiosity got the best of him, and he approached you to ask about the book. he didn't know a lot about literature, but there was something in the way your eyes sparkled and your smile grew when you spoke that made him want to listen to you talk about plot twists and character symbolism for years.

as the night wore on, the conversation seamlessly transitioned from books to other topics, and the two of you found out that you surprisingly had a lot of shared interests. when the music grew louder and the partypeople drunker, he offered you a quiet retreat to the empty balcony. there, under the starlit sky, your animated conversations continued. and when clem mentioned that he was a racing car driver, and you admitted that you were pretty nerdy about that too, you easily slipped into a deep discussion about strategies and tyre deg (im sorry).

chatting with each other was effortless. he made you feel giddy without any alcohol, and you made him feel a sort of calm he didn't usually experience during nights like these. it wasn't something either of you expected when walking into the party – but you were both more than happy it happened.

before the night was over, he couldn't resist asking for your number. you obviously agreed, and as you entered your digits into his phone, neither of you could help but feel that you'd stumbled upon something special amidst the party chaos.

you met up again just a few days later, and then started hanging out as frequently as you could. it was hard to balance your academic pursuits and clem's racing with your growing relationship, but you early on tried to make each other your priorities and make compromises so you could spend as much time together. and maybe that's why it was easy for you to fall for each other.

he quite soon started bringing you along to his races, wanting you to see the sport from a new perspective while also letting you see a new side of him. however, you didn't think he was that different when he was at the race track – but his friends and coworkers around the paddock saw a big difference in how clem was before and after he met you.

he'd grown into a lovestruck fool because of you, and he was not ashamed of it.

clem, once the embodiment of street smarts, had embraced this new chapter of his life with an open heart, wearing his affection for you like a badge of honor. he loved showing you off, talking about you, having you by his side; he wore his heart on his sleeve, and everyone thought it was adorable.

your relationship came with certain habits and rituals. when going to sleep the night before a race, clem would lie on top of you in the hotel bed, head resting on your chest as you'd got one hand brushing through his hair. your other hand would be resting on his back, holding a book you'd bought in a cute little bookstore nearby. your soothing voice reading the words on the pages would lull him into a sweet slumber, and it would be your way of helping him out as much as you could for the upcoming competition.

and before each race, you would steal a quiet moment alone with him in an empty corner of the truck. with his heart almost exploding from the affection, he'd look into your eyes and press a gentle kiss to your lips. "for luck," he'd whisper, his fingers brushing your cheek lightly as a blush crept onto them. your kisses were to him like the fuel was to his car, giving him the power to keep going. and no matter if he'd return after the race victorious or not, you'd rush into his arms, holding him tight and letting him know how proud you were.

and then there were the post-race interviews, where clem couldn't resist gushing about you. you'd become well known around the paddock and among fans for your bright spirits and the way you'd transformed your boyfriend, so it wouldn't be uncommon for you to be brought up in conversations or questions. his eyes would light up, and he'd say "i owe it all to her. she's my good luck charm, my biggest inspiration". the racing community watched in awe as the formerly tough driver turned into a soft-spoken romantic, his love for you shining brighter than any trophy.

also i got this thought about how clem loves to take pictures of you reading because he can go back and look at them whenever he's away and the pics just make him calm when he misses you 🥺