#it's for the best or otherwise i wouldn't be able to open my phone in public without Dying immediately

[avatar-anna]

Where It All Began

Hockey Player! Harry x Figure Skater! Reader

i had this finished hours ago and then tumblr didn't save it and i wanted to throw my phone out a window.

also, i don't write smut so if it's bad say nothing 🫣

When you saw Harry on the other side of your open door, you immediately slammed it shut in his face.

"Oh, come on, princess, don't be like that!"

"Go away!" you groaned loud enough that he could hear through the door.

Harry did not go away. His head thudded against the door instead. You could almost picture his forehead pressed against it, small pout on his lips for not getting his way.

"Are you really going to ignore me? After everything we've been through together?"

No. "Yes. And stop calling me princess!" you said, a little louder this time.

"I know you love it," Harry said. "You had quite a different reaction when I said it last week. A week, princess. How long are you gonna keep me in agony here?"

The night in question was one you'd been trying and failing to forget. It was a slip, a lapse in judgement, something you didn't think about carefully before doing it, and now look at where you were. Harry had been trying to talk to you, both discreetly and not so discreetly ever since, but you'd given him the cold shoulder, for no other reason than if you stayed too long in his presence you might've slipped again.

Hooking up with your mortal enemy was a horrible idea, one you were now paying dearly for.

With a scoff, you said through the door, "Don't act like half the school isn't lined up to sleep with you. Go be with one of them."

It was one of the reasons why you tried to stay away from Harry. You didn't judge him for his alleged sexual prowess, but you wanted someone committed to you and only you. If you wanted someone, that is. Between your studies and figure skating, there was no room for relationships of any kind, especially not with arrogant hockey players. Especially not Harry Styles.

"You really want that to be it?" Harry asked, ignoring your comment. "I mean it was great, but a coat closet isn't conducive to showing off my best work. Come on, princess, let me show you some of my best work."

"Maybe I don't want to because it wasn't satisfying enough." Liar. You knew it, and he knew it too.

"The stains on my shirt from you squirting everywhere say otherwise," he said, and your cheeks heated immediately. You could hear the smirk in his voice, the satisfaction in it as he remembered how you came on his fingers. It made your core pulse, but you mentally scolded yourself.

"Nothing to say to that, huh? I thought so," he said. "I can't help it now that I'm hooked, Y/n. I need that everywhere. Can you imagine riding me when you do that? Or sitting on my face? God please sit on my—"

You finally opened the door and yanked Harry inside before slamming it shut again. "Keep your voice down!" you hissed.

If you weren't so annoyed with him, you would've noticed Harry was looking at you with hearts in his eyes, but it would be a long time before you realized he looked at you like that all the time.

But unfortunately, all you saw was his smirk, his dimples set deep in his cheeks as he looked you up and down. "It wouldn't have been a problem if you had just let me in in the first place. It's not my fault you need a physical barrier to keep yourself from throwing yourself at me."

"I—I did not throw myself at you!"

"You did, but that's okay. I liked it."

"You're infuriating!"

"And you're stubborn! And blind!"

"Blind? To what?"

With each word exchanged, Harry backed you up until your back hit your bed. There was nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide. It was either push him away or give in to him.

"Look at me, princess. I want to see those pretty eyes when I say this to you," he said, voice now hushed and gravelly now that he was in your room. You looked up, unable to ignore the command in his tone or the way it turned your insides molten.

"I want you, Y/n. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. Since—"

"Since?" you asked, curious why he stopped all of a sudden.

"Nevermind. The point is that I want you, and I know you want me. You can't tell me someone else has made you feel as good as I have."

No one had, and it was infuriating. You couldn't deny it, not when he was staring at you so intensely. So you fell back on your tried and true excuse. "I don't have time—"

"You think I have all sorts of free time?" Harry asked. "Both of our schedules are crazy, Y/n. All I'm asking is for you to give it a try."

"Give what a try? Sleeping together?"

Something shifted in Harry's expression, but it was back to his heated gaze before you could process it. "Yeah, princess. You need someone to take your frustrations out on? Take them out on me. Need a break from studying? I'm there. Just need someone to fuck you so hard that you forget how to think properly? Well, you saw what I did with just my fingers."

"So...just hooking up," you confirmed. "No dating."

"No dating," Harry agreed, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, the light touch sending shivers down your spine. "Just sex."

"And no one else can know," you managed to get out before finally giving in. Every cell in your body was screaming at you to kiss him, to tear his clothes off and taste him everywhere. But you had to say this first. "I don't want our friends weighing in or giving us a hard time."

"Might have to be really quiet sometimes, then. Think you can handle it?"

He was so self-assured. It was something that annoyed you to no end, but now made your pulse quicken. You were wet from the gravel in his voice alone, feeling it skitter along your skin and turning your core molten. You wanted him. It was time to stop denying yourself the pleasure he was promising you. But first, you needed to level the playing field a bit.

You kissed him, taking Harry by surprise but he was quick to recover. Shoving your hands in his hair, you threw off the baseball cap that always sat backwards on his head. He groaned against your mouth as you pulled at the roots, the sound going straight between your legs.

Hands were everywhere, and so was Harry's tongue. His mouth was on your neck, your jaw, your collar bones and chest. It was enough of a distraction to slip your hands to his waist, to flick off the button of his jeans and slide them down until they looked on the floor.

Harry stepped out of them with ease, following your lead as you turned until his back was against your bed. His eyes were heavy with lust, widening slightly as you got down on your knees and pulled his briefs down. You caught him in your hand, unable to stop yourself from licking your lips at the sight of him.

His cock was long and hard, the tip and angry shade of red, as if just blowing on it might send him over the edge. You did just that, curious to know the answer. Harry didn't come, but he made a strangled sound that made you smile. Looking up at him innocently, you finally asked him, "Can you?"

"Can I—Fuck. "Can I what, princess?"

You didn't answer right away, satisfied with making him wait. Satisfied with the moans and stuttered breaths and the harsh grip in your hair as you played with him.

Harry's cock was heavy in your mouth, and it took everything in you not to show how much you enjoyed sucking him off. Giving pleasure was something that got you off, but with him it was all dialed up. You could feel your underwear dampen as you took him further down your throat, your eyes watering as you bobbed back and forth.

Before he could hit the back of your throat, Harry's grip on your hair tightened and pulled you off him. Almost embarrassingly, you tried to reach him but he held you back.

"Can I what?" Harry repeated. His cheeks were flushed, and the look in his eyes promised a harsh throat fucking if you complied, so you did.

"Can you handle keeping your voice down too? From what I understand it doesn't seem like you can."

Harry chuckled like he was impressed, which pleased you in a way that it shouldn't have. You wanted to impress him all of a sudden. You wanted to please him.

"I guess we'll see. Get up on the bed."

You hesitated. As much as you wanted him inside you, you wanted him in your mouth more. You weren't finished yet. Or rather, Harry wasn't finished yet.

"What is it?" he asked.

You took him into your mouth again, losing yourself in the weight and feel of him on your tongue despite yourself. It was infuriating how much Harry turned you on despite how annoying he was. Mixed with your penchant for getting off and getting others off, you were a goner.

Harry's moans and the grip on your hair only fueled you. Your panties were nothing but a wet scrap of fabric at this point but you didn't care.

Before you could take him down the back of your throat, Harry pulled you off him again. In the fog of lust, you leaned for him involuntarily but he held you back.

Harry chuckled, his usual smirk not so irritating as it normally was. "A slut and a brat. I didn't know I was getting two for the price of one, but we'll work on that don't worry."

A flash of irritation came to the surface. "You're so—"

"Ah ah ah, let's get back to what you do best, yeah? If you wanna suck cock all day, by all means," Harry said, his voice so condescending you almost didn't want to, but your lust eventually won out.

You couldn't help it. You really did want him in your mouth.

"Fuck, there we go. I knew you couldn't resist for long."

"Shut up, you're ruining this for me."

"Sorry, princess, I'll let you focus. You can tap my thigh if it's too much. I have a feeling you might get carried away. Just had no idea you were such a slut for my cock."

You pinched Harry's leg instead as you worked your mouth further down his length. Hissing, he gripped your hair tight, a small warning to behave.

"What would all our friends say if they knew, huh? Everyone thinks you hate me, but in reality you can't go a whole week without my cock in you. That must really piss you off."

You breathed harshly through your nose, but Harry didn't miss that subtle squeeze of your thighs, proving him right. You could pretend all you wanted, he didn't seem to care one way or another. It probably satisfied him to no end to know that he got under your skin, that the focused, levelheaded good girl you appeared to be was a mere facade.

"You can't stand it, can you? And yet you're probably so fuckin' wet when I talk like this, huh? Dirty girl. My dirty girl. You look like a fucked out mess and you don't even care. I bet you even like it."

Harry pulled you off his cock, a small whimper leaving your swollen, drool covered lips. You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, too far gone to act like this wasn't exactly where you wanted to be.

"You look so cute," Harry cooed, gently wiping spit or precum from the corner of Y/n's mouth. That seemed to snap her out of her trance, and she swatted his hand away, reaching out for his length to finish him off. "Ah ah ah. I think I need to hear it first."

"Hear what?"

"How much you want this. How much you want me."

Y/n narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as she sat back on her heels, not saying a single word.

"You can sit there and bruise your knees, princess," Harry said, running a hand over his dick, smiling slightly as he watched her eyes track the movement. "Maybe I'll just come on your face and leave without getting you off. But something tells me you might like that."

Your pussy throbbed at the thought, the little traitor, though you were starting to feel like giving in was easier than resisting, no matter how much Harry might tease you for it after.

"I get off on pleasuring other people, sue me," you snapped, pointedly looking away from Harry and his ministrations.

"True," Harry agreed. "But that's not the whole truth. Come on, Y/n. You know I'll reward you for being a good girl, but if you take too long..."

Swiping his thumb over his tip, Harry leaned his head back and moaned. The veins in his neck bulged as the muscles in his stomach contracted. His whole body was flushed pink. He really was gonna come.

"Fine! Fine," you huffed barely looking in his eyes. "I—I want you."

"You can do better than that," Harry teased, still pumping his shaft lightly. "Touch yourself while you convince me. I want to see what that little pussy will tell me if you can't say it with your words."

Whimpering, you dipped your fingers beneath your panties, gasping as they grazed your clit as they made their way down to your slit. You were soaked, which wasn't news to you, but the sound of two fingers pumping in and out of you with ease told Harry enough.

"Please," you whimpered. "I want to finish you off. I want you, Harry. Please let me suck your cock."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harry said, grinning almost evilly. "Keep playing with yourself too. But don't fucking come. I told you where I wanted you to squirt and it won't be on the fucking floor."

You moaned as you finally took him into your mouth again. He was close, his hips bucking into you frenetically. You focused on the tip, swirling your tongue over it while your hands took care of the rest. It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. You lost yourself in the feel of him on your tongue, in the twinge of pain in your scalp as he kept a tight grip on your hair. You added a third finger to your throbbing pussy, moaning around Harry until it became too much.

"Come. Please come, Harry," you begged. "I'm so close and I—I can feel it."

Then, pulling your hand from your heat, you sucked at his tip, using the slickness of your hand to pump the rest of him before sliding back down his length. You could taste yourself on him, the sensation nearly sending you over the edge. Part of you wanted to know what Harry would do if you did come, if you disobeyed, but you figured there would be an opportunity for that. Right now, you wanted him, and you wanted to ride his face as reward for your hard work.

"God you're a fucking dream," Harry moaned, thrusting into your mouth after your little display.

He spilled into your mouth then, his cock twitching as you eagerly swallowed spurt after spurt of his cum. Harry cursed and moaned through it all, gently running a hand through your hair. You didn't want to let up, still in a trance as you tried to milk every possible bit out of him as possible.

"A slut in a good girl's clothes. Who knew," he said, chest rising rapidly as if he just did sprints on the ice.

Raising your brow, you licked your hand clean, keeping eye contact with him until he eventually brought you to your feet. Your legs were wobbly, but Harry steadied you. He kissed you hard, tongue thrusting into your mouth as if he was chasing the taste of your heat on your tongue. "If you wanted to get rid of me, you failed miserably, princess," he murmured onto your lips before hoisting you on your bed. You practically vibrated with anticipation, your pussy aching for his attention. It wouldn't take much to come since you were so close, but you figured your legs would be locked around Harry's head until he was ready to fuck you properly.

When Harry was situated on your bed the way he liked, he motioned for you to come closer. You crawled up the bed, stopping right before his face. His expression was eager as he helped you out of your shirt, his hands kneading your breasts appreciatively and tweaking your nipples until you moaned, moving your hips involuntarily.

"Don't or I swear to God I'm gonna come," you hissed, trying to hold your impending orgasm at bay.

"Hm. Another time then," Harry said. "Don't be gentle, okay? Make a mess out of me. Now move those panties to the side so I can get a good look at you.

It was the last intelligible thing either of you said for a while, you too lost in your own pleasure and Harry smothered in you, his hands guiding your hips and gripping your ass appreciatively. He moaned almost as much as you did, his tongue working over your slit, up to your clit, and down again over and over. You can rather quickly because of everything that happened before, your legs trembling as you tried to move off him. But he held you down, seating you on him once more.

"No."

"Harry, I—"

"No. You're not done coming yet. I need at least two more," he said before sticking two fingers into your hole and latching his lips around your clit.

He pumped at a bruising pace, sucking and flicking the tip of his tongue, driving tears to your eyes from the overstimulation. It was almost painful, but your hips bucked in time with Harry's fingers. And even though you'd never done it before in such quick succession, you could feel a second orgasm barreling through you. The pressure built and built, and all it took was the graze of Harry's teeth against your clit to send you over.

The pleasure was so intense you were pretty sure you blacked out. Harry's fingers didn't let up, curling into you and making you climax for the third time before you even finished your second.

You don't know if you screamed, you don't know if you stopped making sound altogether. All you knew was pure euphoria and the slide of Harry's tongue on your trembling thighs as he lapped up the messy aftermath of your two consecutive releases. His nose graze your clit, and you twitched, twitched, moaning or sobbing or begging, you couldn't tell.

"Okay, princess, time to lay down," Harry said.

You felt lighter than air as he laid you flat on your back. You were pretty sure you had pillows, but you couldn't recall how to ask. All you knew was the man beside you who knew how to make you c so hard you saw stars.

The same man kissed you before sliding off the bed and you reached for him, something you would never normally do. "Where—You—You're not staying with me?"

Harry's features softened as he kissed you again, this time on your cheek. "Gotta get you cleaned up. Gotta clean myself up for that matter. I'll be quick, I promise."

"Okay."

Harry was quick, just as he promised. A warm towel between your legs, your bed dipping, Harry's body wrapped around yours, the smell of his body wash comforting as it engulfed you—it all made your eyes heavy.

"Where are my pillows?" you finally asked, realizing you were using his arm as one instead.

"They, uh, took the brunt of your special talent, along with my face," he said, only slightly teasing.

"Sorry," you said, cheeks pinking.

"You'll never hear me complaining about that," Harry said, kissing your neck. "Might have to have that regularly. You've made an addict out of me."

You had enough energy to pinch the arm wrapped around you. "Pig."

"Go to sleep, princess. You're not you when you're high on orgasms, and I miss our verbal spats."

You didn't need to be told twice and fell asleep almost instantly. When you woke up, Harry and any and all traces of him were gone. Your pillows were back on the bed without their pillowcases. One glance at your hamper told you where Harry put them before he left.

Part of you didn't like that he left while you were asleep, but as the fog of sleep wore off and you fitted a shirt over your head, you told yourself it was for the best. Especially when a couple minutes later your roommate walked in.

"Hey, Y/n," she said as she set her backpack by her desk.

"Hey," you replied, stretching your arms high above your head before covering a yawn.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so tired in the middle of the day. Tough workout at the rink this morning?"

You couldn't help but grin, your afternoon with Harry replaying in your head. Despite the earth-shattering orgasms only a couple hours ago, you felt your core pulse at the memory.

"Yeah. Something like that."

[bandgie]

The Other Ωmega

Changbin x fem!reader

warnings: MDNI 18+, anal (m!), omegaverse!!, changbin lies about being an alpha hehe, brief fingering (m!), handjob, blowjob, v slight cum eating, omegaxomega, cheating scare but everyone is loyal!, feminization (I think?), vague overstim mentions (m!) notes!:  this is an omegaverse fic! here is some info about that universe :)

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From: Bin<3

sorry baby! I think im in a rut won't be able to go out tonight :((

Maybe you should be more understanding, but you can't find any compassion as you read the text message. What kind of alpha doesn't want to hang out with their omega when they're in a rut? You huff and don't reply, setting your phone on the floor.

Your makeup was already done and you spent the entire night before picking your outfit. Changbin is a caring lover, but he always avoids you when his rut starts. At first, you thought it was because he was being careful, but it's been nearly half a year and he still hasn't let you near during that time.

Picking up your phone, you message your friend.

he blew me off again

Felix replies almost immediately.

From: lixiepixie!

that bitch, dump him

From: You

don't be dumb. he said he's in a rut or whatever

From: lixiepixie!

I hate to say it, but do you think he's seeing someone else? bcuz it doesn't make sense that he wouldn't want to see you when he's like that unless...

Anything you were planning to type dies in your mind. Seeing someone else? No, no way. Changbin loves you, adores you even. There's never been a moment when you've thought otherwise, but reading Felix's messages puts disturbing doubts in your mind.

From: You

no, that's not it

From: lixiepixie!

then just show up at his place! he's an alpha, he'll be happy to see you. hes prolly just nervous about fucking you while hes in a rut for the first time

That makes more sense to you. After all, it would be a waste to have put on your best makeup just for no one to see. You shoot a quick text to Changbin telling him you hope he feels better before getting dressed. A part of you is nervous about showing up, Changbin is so keen on making sure you two are separate during his rut. You wonder if he gets overly dominant. If he would manhandle you into the position he wants before taking you. 

The thought excites you and a feeling of pleasure tightens in your stomach. Changbin might be a completely different lover in bed when he's in a rut, but you're an omega. His omega. Everything about you is built for him. You can take it.

You know where Changbin keeps his spare key to the front door. It's all too simple to call it breaking and entering as you lift the fake plant pot on the front porch and stick it in the keyhole. You're nearly buzzing with excitement as you take the first few steps into his place.

The smell hits you immediately. 

It's not the musky scent you're used to, but a sweet fragrance that forces its way into your lungs. Your body responds quicker than your brain. Carnal desire begins to fill your body in an almost uncomfortable way. Your breathing grows ragged, and your heart rate increases. 

Another omega is here, and they're in heat.

You push away your bodily reactions to march deeper into his house, ignoring how the first signs of arousal drip down your thighs. The closer you get to Changbin's room, the stronger the smell gets. You're not even his front door yet and you can hear him. The way he moans whimpers, cries out.

Anguish clenches your heart, but you mask it with fury as you swing the door open. "Who the fuck- Oh...Oh."

In hindsight, maybe it should be just Changbin in the room, but you hardly feel gratitude when you see your lover completely nude on his back, legs spread with a dildo between them. He noticed you, he made eye contact with you, but his hand keeps pumping the silicone cock in and out of his ass. 

"B-baby?" His hazy eyes regard you in the doorway. "Mmm my baby, want my baby." The pace he's set for himself falters, using one hand to reach out to you. Changbin's eyes are needy and filled with raw desire. You don't think twice when you walk to him, standing beside the bed. 

You take his hand in yours, feeling his burning skin. His palms are sweaty on your own as you gently sit on the bed. 

"Binnie?" Your voice is filled with confusion. "W-what's going on?" To answer your question, Changbin takes his hand holding yours to his mouth. He kisses and nips your skin, moaning at your taste. The feeling of his tongue makes you gasp, chills breaking out across your body. 

With the pheromones suffocating you in his room, you don't know how much longer you'll last. You want nothing more than to hop on his fat cock that leaks on his tummy. It takes immense strength to keep eye contact on his flustered face. 

Changbin pops one of your fingers in his mouth, swirling the digit around his tongue. "Mmf tastes so good. Baby, you taste so good." The squelching of his dildo grows louder as he quickens his wrist. "Fuck I...I need you."

You'll argue with him another time. The smell of him overtakes your sense and mind as you place yourself in front of his bent legs, The pretty dress you put on for your date night hikes up to your thighs. Changbin vibrates with need as you take the toy in your grasp and begin to pull it out.

"No!" He shouts. "Don't pull it out! Keep it in. Please please please please."

But you have to pull it out. You have to see the way his ass eagerly clenches onto the toy as you slide it out. How his gaping hole pulses around nothing once you've completely removed it. Changbin whines and picks his head up, eyes teary and lips pouting.

The sight of his lower half makes your mouth water, salvia pooling in your mouth at his pretty rim. "Ohhh," you sigh dreamily. "You have such a pretty pussy, my Binnie."

Changbin squeals when your warm fingers rub against his wetness. His arousal gathers on your digits, leaking from his ass. 

"Nuh-uh," your alpha- no. Your omega shakes his head. "N-not true." Changbin bites his lower lip in concentration as he forms his words. "Binnie's baby has the prettiest pussy."

His slurred words make you smile, pressing your middle finger slightly into his entrance. "Why did you hide this from me, hm?" You pull your finger away to give gentle slaps to his rim. The light impact makes Changbin's hips jolt upwards, and whines leave his lips. "You know I already love your cock. I'd love your pussy too."

The way Changbin keeps moaning makes you rub your thighs together. You can feel how sticky your underwear has gotten from watching his true state. You prod his entrance with the tip of the dildo, using your free hand to spread one of his cheeks for viewing. 

"Gonna...gonna make me feel good?" Changbin frames it in a question.

Your boyfriend always knows how to make you feel good, but you're not sure if you can do the same. You're not an alpha. You're not used to being on the giving end of relationships, but Changbin's so good to you. Making sure your heat is taken care of while he was an omega himself the entire time. 

"I'll try, baby," you don't sound too confident. "Binnie's baby is gonna try, okay?" With that, you press the dildo deeper inside him. Changbin reactions are immediate, lips forming a silent 'o' shape as his eyebrows pinch together. He groans as you settle the toy deep until the sack touches his ass. You gently pull it back and in a few inches, trying to set a pace.

Every time you move the silicone even an inch, the sounds of Changbin's slick resonates throughout his room. His arousal clings to the toy and drips down his ass. You use your finger to swipe the essence and place the sticky subtle in your mouth. 

The taste settles over your tongue and you moan. Everything about Changbin at this moment screams omega, and you don't know how you didn't notice it before. His plump chest, his short stature, the roundness of his ass. All the signs were there, yet it took you fucking a dildo into him to realize his true nature. 

"God. You take cock so well," you're filled with awe at the sight of Changbin's rim swallowing the fake dick easily. The throbbing between your legs grows unbearable, but you have to ignore it. You busy the hand on his ass to reach towards his aching cock. 

It throbs in your hand and Changbin cries out. Who knows how many times he's cum before you showed up, but his entire being is begging to be fucked until he can't take it. You know the feeling all too well, and you're more than happy to help.

The sound of Changbin's drenched cock mixes with the sound his the dildo in his ass. Your fist becomes wet immediately, only encouraging you to stroke him at an unforgiving pace. With a tight grip, you pull his skin down to expose his sensitive head. White goo leaks from his tip, slinging down until it drips down his soft stomach. 

"Ooo, oh! Like that! Just like that, baby," Changbin muffles his words into the pillow beside him. 

With your thumb, you rub the pad of your digits over his slit. His pre-cum sticks to your skin, connecting it to his tip. You swirl it around his flushed head until he squirms, hips bucking to shy away from your overwhelming touch. 

"You keep moving," you tut playfully. "How am I supposed to make you cum?"

Changbin whines in response, thighs shaking as he tries his best to stay still for you. "I'm good. I'll be good, baby. Don't stop." His compliance makes you smile and you reward him by wrapping your soft lips around his pink tip. 

The sound he makes is closer to a howl than a moan. His stomach tenses at the feel of your hot mouth, spurting more salty release on your tongue. You suck softly on him, making sure you get a taste of his natural tang. Changbin digs his heels into the matter as your mouth hollows, creating a powerful suction for his cock.

The dildo in your hand falters, slowing its pace so you could focus on sucking your boyfriend off. Even then, you swear you can feel his hole clenching on the toy, trying to get the tip of the silicone to touch the womb deep in his stomach. 

"Oh my god. Oh my god," Changbin's voice is strained. He lifts his head to watch how your head slowly bops up and down his shaft, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth. You focus your gaze upwards, locking eyes with him. With his attention on you, you try your best to shove his entire shaft down your throat. Though Changbin doesn't necessarily have much length, it's his thickness you struggle with. It feels like the corners of your mouth might tear with how much you open up for him.

It looks as though Changbin has hearts in his eyes, jaw slightly open as he moans at the sight of you engulfing him "So pretty. My baby's so pretty. Love you. I love my pretty baby, oh fuck..." he mindlessly babbles. 

If you could, you'd coo at his incoherent words. You show your gratitude by pulling the dildo a few inches out before ramming it back in. Changbin yelps at the sudden movement, but his hips quickly rock with your thrusting. 

You manage to set a doable pace for yourself. Sucking him in until his curly pubes touch your nose while you fuck the toy shallowly in him. Soft gags and muffled moans elapse your mouth as you try to swallow your omega whole, but Changbin seems to find pleasure in it nonetheless. 

His stubby cock twitches in your mouth and his chest heaves as his orgasm approaches. 

Quickly, you replace your mouth with your hand, stroking him in quick jerks while you have better agility to thrust the toy inside him. You swear you could see the tip of the cock poke from underneath the belly of his skin, touching the deepest parts of him you have yet to explore yourself.

Little gasps and cries leave his pretty lips, and this time, you do have the opportunity to coo at Changbin. "Look at you. So good for me. Gonna cum all over yourself again?" 

Changbin tries to nod, but it looks like his head just flops around. You find his attempt endearing. "It's okay, Binnie. You can cum as much as you want. I know you need it."

"Need it," he agrees, eyes screwed shut. "Need it so bad." You watch as his eyebrows come together. His dildo tears from your grip as his hips entirely buck off the bed when he cums, hot spurts of release reaching all the way up to his plump chest. Changbin lets out a series of choked moans, and though you're not getting any action yourself, you moan with him. 

His legs tremble as he keeps himself lifted, the final bursts of cum dribbling down his shaft before he finally collapses. His pants fill the room and you gently remove the silicone from him.

You pull it slowly to not hurt him, but you enjoy how Changbin shivers and groans when the last inches of the cock slip out of him. You raise the soaked toy in front of you, intrigued by the white cream that settles at the base. 

Yeah, he's an omega all right.

Changbin's labored breathing slowly returns to normal and his tired arms lift to make grabby-hands at you. You try not to smile at his adorable gesture, "You know you're gonna hear it from me in the morning, right?" But you snuggle beside him anyway, bringing your face into the crook of his neck where his pheromones make your head spin. 

"Binnie's sorry," he murmurs, wrapping one of his nude legs over your waist to bring you closer. 

"Mhm. Binnie's gonna be sorry all right."

You decide he'll make up for your neglected cunt all morning tomorrow...or maybe all day.

a/n: omg I have no idea how this will preform but I had so many different ideas in mind, but I decided to go with this one. I was originally gonna do an orgy with omega reader and omega Changbin and the rest of the boys alphas ahaha but damn, i couldn't muster the energy. enjoy this tho! thank you :)

[rieamena]

storytime!!! so basically im going through a mini writer's block right now so i started cooking to get my mind off it and now all i can think about is cooking with ino takuma

wc: 0.8k contains: pure fluff and nanami's here too i guess, reader is referred to as girlfriend, modern au author's note: fun fact! so i lost most of this and i had to rewrite all of the parts i lost and when i found out i actually started to cry! but i hope yall like it! inbox open for requests + qna questions + anything and everything

first off, i firmly believe this guy is the most mediocre chef EVER. you cannot convince me otherwise. however!, i will give him his props. he can cook his cute lil suspiciously scrumptious dishes when he has the time but that does not stop him from trying to get better at cooking

once you two started dating, he without a doubt begun brushing up on his skills. he went from being able to make a "banger sandwich" to a "banger le poulet frit et les gaufres" which was just chicken and waffles but he's trying okay!!!

he definitely consulted (begged) head chef nanami, as he called him in this situation, to help with his culinary skills. and i'm not talking regular begged, i'm talking groveling at his feet, begged. and nanami obliged, teaching ino how to cook, starting at the very basics, the importance of mise en place: the practice of organizing and preparing your ingredients and equipment before starting to cook

soon enough, ino's culinary lessons with head chef nanami blossomed. he started from basically nothing and now he's mastered the perfect milk to cereal ratio and a near perfect filet mignon. did he know what that was? no. did he watch nanami make it under the excuse of watching is the best form of learning? yes.

but you have to start somewhere! and you have to give him his tens!! he did light the stove and he preheat the oven. he's practically a chef already! and all that watching definitely paid off

"here, try this recipe with your girlfriend." nanami slid a slip of paper over to ino, tiny, uniform inked words on it. "and here is your copy, good luck." an identical piece of paper was given to ino again but it had handwritten notes like pay attention to the flame and i wouldn't recommend substituting this ingredient, it is very vital for the overall taste of the dish

so here you both were in the kitchen, aprons on and eyes peering at the recipe. "step one," takuma started, tightening his apron like he was about to do some serious work. he lifted up a comically large pot and placed it on the stove, pulling out (and flaunting) the crabs he handpicked from the market right after. "get your pot and your crabs."

"step two," you filled the pot halfway with water, sprinkling in a bit of salt and lighting the fire underneath it. "bring your pot of water to a rapid boil."

"what're you doing babe?" your words were clearly a question though it was one that you could answer simply by looking. "i'm paying attention to the flame." takuma pulled your shoulder flush to his, eyes still watching the blue flame with intent and unwavering focus. "i don't think it's going anywhere but okay."

once the water bubbled up violently, ino threw in the crabs and you went to the bathroom to freshen up. you were humming a sweet song while drying your hands when the all too familiar shrill scream of your boyfriend pierced your ears. "takuma?!" you called out, running to the kitchen, hands an uncomfortable damp. and there he was. takuma had the pot lid propped up as if it were a shield, tears pricking his eyes, "baby...", he called out to you. "the crab... it jumped out of the pot..."

"you bought live crabs...?"

"they weren't moving when i bought them."

"ah."

grabbing some nearby tongs, you placed the crab back into the salted water, "wait..., shouldn't we kill them first?" ino slowly nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket, "let's see... wikihow... how to cook a crab..."

"freeze the crabs?!" your in-sync voices rang through your house, bouncing off the walls. "we're not freezing any crabs." you continued, confusion and sass dripping from your lips. "damn right we're not! but, uh, how're we supposed to kill them then?" gulping at your boyfriend's question, you thought for a bit

tugging at one of the drawers, a collection of knives, given to you both by nanami, were revealed. picking the biggest one up and holding it's handle firm and tightly. "surely we could just," the blade sliced through the air, mimicking the swift movement of killing a crab. takuma shook in his place, "hey, queen, you should, uh, watch where you're swinging that. you might hurt yourself," he came closer to you, fingers squeezing and squishing your cheeks. "and then i would have to nurse my pretty girlfriend back to health!"

slapping his hands away playfully, you sighed, "babe, focus! what're we gonna do? i don't wanna kill the crabs..." ino put his hands on his hips, a triumphant smile on his face, "don't worry, i got this."

long story short, he did not.

"oh my god." the plastic fork slipped from takuma's hands clanking against the matching plastic container of takeout

"what?"

"we didn't do mise en place."

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[misc-obeyme]

Hey! Could I ask for a breaking-4th-wall kind of drabble with Solomon? In my heart I refuse to believe the boys aren’t real; they’re just in another world 💔 idk if thats denial or what but yeah lmao

something comfort or fluff would be nice ^^ even though just seeing Sol always makes me smile it’s a double edged sword and I then think back to how he ‘isn’t real’

(It’s kinda sad I can’t marry that man though…? It was love at first sight in OG game and people think Solomon’s down bad, I’m hella clingy when it comes to close relationships though ☠️ )

(Also random but as kind of a vent the kind of person best for Solomon would be someone who can heal his inner child, yeah? Problem is my inner child is also broken from emotional abuse lol, my issues would not help. I’m not good for him fr)

Hi there, anon!

Let me begin by saying that you are definitely good for Solomon. In fact, I would argue that you would understand him better because of your own issues. You know how it feels, you can relate to him in a way that someone else wouldn't be able to. And I think there's something extremely healing about having someone else to figure it out with. Why can't you and Solomon heal your inner children together?

As for the request, I hope this is what you're looking for! I definitely took the fourth wall breaking idea and ran with that!

You're sitting in your house on your phone, looking at Solomon on the home screen of your Obey Me account. You tap on his sprite and he smiles at you.

"Hm? What is it?" the dialogue says.

"I want you to be real," you say, knowing he can't hear you. "I want to touch you for real."

You sigh, turning off your phone and going about your evening. An hour or so passes and you're now focused on something else entirely when the doorbell rings.

It's odd. You weren't expecting company.

You answer the door and nearly faint from shock.

Solomon laughs gently at the look on your face. "Hi, MC. You wanted to see me?"

You stare at him with your mouth open. "What- I don't- How are you…? How are you here?"

"I'm a sorcerer, MC," he says. "With the right spell, I can make anything happen."

You're a little confused, but is it really worth asking any more questions? He's here and he looks solid. He looks real.

Solomon seems to understand your uncertainty. He reaches out a hand toward you. "I promise it's really me," he says. "Won't you let me show you?"

You couldn't have refused even if you wanted to. You didn't take the time to think about it, just immediately put your hand in his.

Solomon tugs on your hand and pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. The world spins and you're being teleported to a new location.

You gasp when you find yourself looking out at a familiar view. The Devildom stretches out below you, RAD's great structure in the distance, the sparkling city lights next to an elaborately detailed fence. You're standing on a cobblestone street with Solomon's arms around you. The sky is dark, but it always is, here in the Devildom.

"Did you think it wasn't real?" Solomon asks. "Did you think I haven't already fallen for you?"

You clutch at him because this is all so unexpected. "Yes," you admit. How could you have possibly thought otherwise?

Solomon laughs, but it's soft, like he can't help it because you're so cute. "I'm sorry," he says. "I should have come for you sooner. Do you want to stay? For a little while?"

You throw your arms around his neck. "Yes!" you cry. And there are tears on your face because you're somehow here, with him.

Solomon kisses away your tears. You melt in his arms as he does. He gives you a questioning look, as if he's not sure how far he can go.

You let him know by kissing him. Solomon's embrace tightens around you. You can feel his heart beating against yours - rapid, like he's also overwhelmed by this impossible moment.

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[queenofexhaustion]

This post is brought to you by Mother hen Janus

"Shit, shit shit!" Virgil kept cursing in a whisper as to not alert his brother, especially Janus that he was sick. Thankfully his manager understood and let have his sick days, but what was the most stressful thing was that Janus couldn't know. He doesn't hate his cousin, he just wished that Janus wouldn't fuss too much when he got sick. Last time, Virgil couldn't even get out of bed. He then had an idea to call Roman, he waited impatiently as the phone was ringing. "Hey Virgil what-" "I need you to be here as soon as possible, get Patton and Remus here too." Virgil cut him off, "You're scaring me. Did something bad happen?" Roman asked as he began to get ready, "I'll tell you when you get here just try not to seem suspicious. Janus can't know that I'm sick, make up an excuse to talk to me in private." Virgil rushed out, "Okay. I'll try my best, I'm assuming that Patton and my brother are going to distract him?" Roman wondered as he grabbed his keys and walked out of his room, "Yes. Now please hurry," Virgil then hung up the phone. He sighed as he felt more pain in his body, why he had to have a bad fever was beyond him. He was getting irritated at everything, just thirty minutes ago he hissed at the birds that were chirping outside his window. He had also grabbed his trash bin and had it close to him, just in case. Virgil had even taken off his special jacket that Talyn gave him for his birthday a couple of years ago, the AC in his room was blasting cold air otherwise he would be sweating like crazy. He had gotten fevers in the past but never this intense, he just hoped that Roman would be able to help him before Janus knew.

He heard talking outside his room, perfect. Roman was here, soon he heard his friend knocking. Virgil opened the door and dragged him inside, "Alright calm down sunshine and rainbows. I told Janus that you wanted to keep talking about some conspiracy theories you heard about and that you preferred that we wouldn't be disturbed. I also brought medicine in this bag, I lied and said it's a puzzle for you." Roman explained, "Good." Virgil then took the medicine and chugged an entire water bottle as if it was nothing, "Tell me why you don't want Janus to know?' Roman asked, "I love Janus I really do. It's just he has this dinner thing he had planned with Emile and Remy, they've been planning this for two months now. I'll feel like shit if I made him miss it, not to mention that he tends to be overly dramatic when either Logan or I get sick. He doesn't let anything slide, one time he practically threw Logan to his bed when he had the flu. He goes full mother hen if we try to shake off our illnesses," Virgil informed as he laid down on his bed. "Ah, that makes sense. What about your brother does he know?" Virgil shook his head as he started to shiver, he grabbed the remote to turn the AC off. "Logan will tell Janus, I'm not risking it." Virgil groaned as more pain filled his body, Roman grabbed a bottle and took out two pills. "That's fair, did it just start? Or did you just get sick last night?" Roman spoke as he gave them to Virgil, who took them. "Just this morning, ugh I feel like shit." He coughed rather hard after he replied, his nose also became runny. "Great, just great." Virgil grumbled, Roman handed him a box of tissues.

"Do you have a pharmacy in there or something?" Virgil asked as he blew his nose, "No. I came prepared, Patton always has us be prepared for anything. I just made sure he didn't notice it was our medical bag, there's a first aid kit in here too. How he managed to fit everything in here, I'll never know." Roman informed as he let Virgil look inside, "Huh. I'm going to try and get some sleep." Virgil closed his eyes, Roman took the opportunity to use the restroom. Once he gently closed the door, he was scared by Janus. "Dear Zeus! Warn a guy next time!" Roman whispered, "What was that cough earlier?" Janus questioned as he folded his arms, "Oh that? Yeah I accidentally choked on water after Virgil told me about a twist of a theory he heard about, it was the kind where you have to stop and think about it." Roman lied, "And that made you sound like a car starting up after years of not being used?" Janus pushed, "Virgil was also coughing because he nearly choked as he laughed at me." Roman lied once more, Janus stared at him before he left. He sighed and went to the bathroom, once he was out, he was scared by Logan this time. "What's with you Sanders and showing up out of nowhere! First Thomas and Virgil, the next you and Janus!" Roman shrieked, "My apologies Roman. I came to tell you that I'm fully aware that Virgil is sick, you two forget my room is across from his. I don't plan to tell Janus however, as I know he'll be monitoring everything Virgil does." Logan stated, he then made his way to the living room. Roman blinked as he face palmed, of course they forgot that Logan wasn't a fool.

He made his way back to Virgil's room, he would tell him what happened when he woke up. It took two hours before he was able to tell Virgil everything, "He said that my cough sounded like a car starting up after years of not being used?" Virgil asked, "Basically. We're stupid for not realizing that Logan would be able to hear," Roman mentioned. "Did he tell Janus?" Virgil quickly spoke in a panic, "He said he wouldn't. Let's just hope Janus won't come in," Roman responded as he gave Virgil more tissues. "Good we just have a couple more hours to go before I do tell him," Virgil said. He sneezed quite loudly that he managed to scare the both of them, "Hey Virge I was wondering if you wanted to-" Janus had opened the door and saw how sweaty his cousin was. The two friends were internally panicking, "Uh. It's hot in here?" Virgil spoke after a few minutes of silence, "Virgil I'm not an idiot. It was one thing to tell Roman to lie to me, but it's another not to let me know that you're sick." Janus drummed his finger on his leg, "You're right. I just didn't want you to have to cancel the dinner party you were already planning," Virgil confessed as he coughed. "I have to cook dinner so it's not like I'm leaving, the others are however coming with me to buy things for dinner. Roman you make sure he doesn't get out of bed and that he takes his medicine in time, I'm also going to be checking your temperature every thirty minutes when I get back." Janus told them, he then left the room. "See? It wasn't that so bad now was it?" "Sir sings-a-lot?" "Yes scare-amore?" "Shut up,"

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Sweet Tyranny

Pt. 2

"I can't stop now that I have started playing his game, Y/n." He stands up from the ground too. "That's why, I'll be his dog and kill him."

You stared at him in shock, complete disbelief. Kill? He's going to commit murder? This was too much to process. "...Minami, murder isn't solution." You reminded him, hoping that he would understand. But his blank face was telling you otherwise. "You shouldn't kill. That's wrong!"

"Then what am I supposed to do?" He blankly asked, no emotion visible on his expression whatsoever.

"Tell the police! That man is wanted criminal, Minami!" You almost pleaded him but he shook his head in refusal.

Looking at your reaction, he regretted telling you this but there was no turning back now. "You can't understand the situation I'm in,Y/n. I can't tell police about it. Because if they arrest him then I won't be able to buy medications for my mother!" He raised his voice, his eyes begging you to understand.

"Do you think your mother would like the medications that you got by murder?!"

His eyebrows furrowed. "You don't understand..." Minami gritted his teeth in frustration. "You're not the one with a sick mother and so poor that barely can afford food to eat everyday! You don't understand, Y/n. You can't understand." The boy spoke in slightly higher voice. If you would look at Minami, anyone would think that he's angry. But, in truth, he's desperate. The boy is hoping that his one and only friend will understand his situation, no matter how fucked up it is, that she won't leave him. It's true that Minami respects Dino, that he might even be closest to the father figure the young boy could ever have, but he also understood the wrong of murder. However, did people like him ever had a choice in life?

Rich could do whatever they pleased. They could buy a house only to burn it down for fun without worrying. They never had to eat crumbs of old bread and be happy with it. They probably would be able to cure someone with the same illness as him mother in no time but Minami wasn't rich. He was only a child living in poverty.

"Lack of money is the root of all evil." said George Bernard Shaw and he couldn't have been more right. Money controls people, money controls society, money controls everything. Money controls every single one of us. People who are in desperate need for money, whether for selfish or selfless reasons, will abandon their morals in order to have it.

Money can't buy happiness they said. But lack of it surely causes misery.

But how were you, a child, going to understand that? Anyone would be terrified if their best friend just confessed to have the connections with the most wanted criminal in Brazil. "Minami...I-I'm sorry but that's just messed up. Police will help you, you know." You tried to explain but the boy just refused to understand. Or maybe it's you who refused to accept his point of view.

Minami stared at you silently for a moment before glueing his eyes on the ground instead. "Forget what I said. I-I just joked, sorry." He quietly mumbled but loud enough for you to hear him.

You knew. You knew he wasn't joking but the way he immediately changed the topic, you weren't able to question him further.

After that, you left as soon as you could. Were you scared? Of Minami? No. You wanted to help him, stay by his side and you would have gladly, if your mother wouldn't have called.

The uneasy feeling spreaded in your heart, consuming it and filling your brain up with immense fear. "Say goodbye to Minami and come back to home, we've to talk." that's what your mom said and maybe you were just overthinking but the way she said goodbye instead of see you later won't leave your mind, not even for a second.

You hurriedly opened the door of your house. Your mother was in the living room, talking someone on the phone but when she heard that you were back, she hang up on them.

"What's wrong, mom?"

She hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth. "We're going back to Japan."

@kikaicore this one is incredibly short, I know, but I promise next part will be longer. Plus I have such angst in my mind lol.

[cookiestar360]

why are you actually so talented.

like how drop a tutorial pal

or I WILL personally place several ants inside of your pants

okay but seriously like how do you do all the roblox animating, the undertake things, and just all that cool stuff you do? I’d love to learn!!

bro is NOT subpar

I just was inspired by my friend burger to do some of the stuff he does

If you ever get to see some of the stuff he does its essentially the exact same but far better! A lot of my actual work I do is just me finding ways to avoid showing the glaring flaws in my competency to make it look presentable as nice

Although I know a lot of stuff, I'm not actually super good at anything I do truly, so I call myself subpar overall because I feel like that's the best way to describe everything I do, even if I can do a lot.

The animating stuff I tried learning more of in a day just so I could give Daisy a present, which is why it looked choppy because I stayed up super long trying to make it look nice for them, I wanted to do something kind. But some of those skills were when I tried developing games in the past on Roblox. Its only really worth animating on roblox if you can obtain moon animator for free though, otherwise itd just be better to animate in blender The sprite creation/pixel art i picked up when I wanted to make a character for rivals of aether with burger and eventually got to make a terraria resource pack which lead to me getting to speak to the creator a bit. Really most of it looks special at a glance until you get aseprite, which made everything really nice to get into and is one of the only media software I know that doesn't try to oversimplify things for a general audience but in return makes it simpler to be creative The little undertale dialog sprites I drew out of boredom and decided to use sometimes, theres a website for generating them but its only really useful for getting text the dialog stuff is better to just manually edit in aseprite https://www.demirramon.com/generators/undertale_text_box_generator its hard to explain but once you start developing skills in basic programs other completely different programs start becoming easier too, so you can always explore multiple different forms of media creation at once and it could open up being able to understand software easier. Programs tend to have some familiarities even if they do drastically different things like being a drawing application or creating 3D models. Sorry though I should talk about myself less lol

I like making stuff with a purpose, like a profile picture or something for a game or a gift for someone else instead of creating stuff just for the love of creation, which isn't that good of a mindset but it can make you far more proud of your work, even if you aren't at a level you see as good yet.

Really I'm only at a base-decent level at everything I've shown off on this profile, so if you want to go ahead and try it'd be quick to learn.

...if you have a pc

I wouldn't do any of this on a mobile phone nearly as efficient

(besides full art, I'd probably be better at that on a tablet)

Mobile creators have to put like 3-15 times the effort just for the same product sometimes due to its inefficiency and I deeply respect their efforts

The one thing I have 0 talent at though is anything social related, I should work on being a better person hehehe

Angel is really talented at being a cool person and I am inspired by them to be cooler too, same with chip and asa and a lot of other people who are helpers and above

wait this is derailing fast uhhhh bye guys!!!!!

[aswho1estuff]

I love it, my designer

EP #2

Dior for I adore, Versace I can't stay away

Plot- Taylor feels understood, cherish, and quite frankly loved the problem is her husband isn’t anywhere in the equation. The root of the problem is the model her husband assigned her to photograph.

Masterlist

"Lemme lock this up and we're out" I say putting my keys in my purse. "Not the silent treatment" I announce laughing. Looking up I follow Diana's gaze to meet Hyunjin.

"Oh, hi Ms. Carter, and ?" Hyunjin says walking over."Hey this is Diana my friend, what are you doing here today?" I say shaking his hand after Diana "Well I'm moving my activities under this company and need a stylist soon, So everyone told me come to you".

"You should definitely work with Sasha then, she's one of the best assets here" Diana jumps in poking me forward. "That would be wonderful actually" Hyunjin grins at Diana. Pushing her I say "Don't mind her, when do you need the outfit".

"I'll need them in two weeks actually, one for the carpet and another for the after party" he lets out low. I sigh laughing "I'm gonna need all your time these two weeks then no debates". "My lips are sealed" Hyunjin whispers.

"We should take him to lunch with us then" Diana says quickly almost giving me whiplash "you know for business and time management and stuff" she lets out sheepishly.

"And that's when she came with me up to that school id never seen those girls so scared before" Diana cackles at the retailing making me and Hyunjin laugh. "You've always been so caring huh" he says leaning over.

"she has don't let her tell you otherwise, that's why I'm glad you were able to care for her yesterday" Diana says softly she's always worried about me even though I'm older. "It was my pleasure really, I enjoyed every minute truly" Hyunjin states smiling.

"did something happen that day though before I came? if I can ask of course" Hyunjin asks low. "It's alright it was just my anniversary that day and it didn't go how I planned it would" I elaborate.

"I didn't know it was your anniversary I would have got you something" "Hyunjin you don't have to do that, it's alright" I cant fathom the thought that he and Diana would be the only ones who'd actually given me a gift.

"Well if not for your anniversary then I should get you something for our anniversary yesterday was the first day we met. You became my photographer and now stylist I think our relationship will be a long and beautiful one" Hyunjin says smiling. "Oh sorry y'all, my rides here gotta head back to the office but have fun" Diana says grabbing her purse as we wave her off.

"let's get to business then, your manager has messaged me with your brand deals so we can hit up a shop nearby for inspiration" I say muddling through my purse grabbing my wallet. "No need I've already got it" "you sure?" I ask "I want to".

Ohh this purse is cute wait look at those shoes. "You should try them on, a little pleasure with business is okay" Hyunjin slightly smiles. "I couldn't.... maybe just for a second" I say grabbing the shoes from him. Throwing my shoes off I put them on "wow okay she's cute" I say pointing to the shoes "indeed she is" Hyunjin adds laughing.

"okay let me take em off before I get attached" gigging I sit down reaching for the shoe Hyunjin stops my hand "you don't want them?" He asks confused. "I shouldn't Ive got enough shoes really you know" I reply slowly pulling off the shoes. These are gonna live in my dreams for weeks "but you can never have too much of what you like" Hyunjin says helping me up.

"well I think daniel would disagree and he's right I do have too many shoes, I probably wouldn't wear them often anyways I'm more of a purse girl" I say putting them back.

"You've got a package" Daniel says putting it on the bed. "Thanks?" I tell him as he walks out resuming his phone conversation closing the door. Versace? This can't be I think Opening the box to find a note.

"I got the black purse so you can switch with the white one you have. Our first anniversary of many years to come I hope." - Hyunjin

Masterlist

<-Ep. #1 Ep.#3->

[cowsabungus]

Hello!! I was really moved by your wheelchair user guide. I have a character named Julian [pictured here] who I've always drawn as using prosthetics: a prosthetic left arm with an elbow joint, and a prosthetic right leg with a knee joint, and I'd never really thought before about the idea that he might be an ambulatory wheelchair user!

Drawing a wheelchair was rather intimidating, this was my first time doing so (and I used one of your references!!) but I did my best to stay consistent. Do you have any recommendations for material I could read/watch made by wheelchair users that would help me develop the way Julian would use a wheelchair further? He's a character in a webtoon I'm producing (he hasn't appeared yet) and I want to represent wheelchair users, ambulatory or otherwise, in an accurate way.

If you'd be open to answering a question, I'd love to hear your personal experience: As a person without a physical disability (is able-bodied an appropriate term?) what are some things I wouldn't know about the daily experience of a wheelchair user?

I'm nervous about overstepping, but I hope I've expressed that my curiosity here comes from a place of genuine intention. Thanks for taking the time to read this long ask ^^"

OOOOOOO I LOVEEEEEEE

This art is SOOO FREAKING COOL!!!!!!

Some random things would be:

- people on their phones not looking down and walking straight into you

- searching for drop kerbs to be able to cross the street

- hands getting sore when you first start using a wheelchair, from pushing the wheels

- random stupid ass questions and "jokes" (I have a few posts with examples, feel free to steal!!)

- cats sitting on your lap !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-rolling through dog poop and getting it on ur hands >:(

I hope that all helped!! I love the character, show me when you get some of your webcomic done!! <3

(ID: two line art illustration of the same character, with short hair and wearing a jacket. They are sitting in a manual wheelchair, and have a above the knee amputation. End of ID)

[liracooper]

Fanfiction LPS (human AU)

"School sucks"

Part 3

Vinnie ran into the bathroom and made sure that there was no one there, locked himself in the last stall. The guy slid down the wall, burning with shame, he covered his hot face with his hands.

"Oh my God, Sunil saw me in tears..."

Vinnie really wanted to sink into the ground right now. He didn't want to be seen by Sunil or any of his other friends again, so he waited a while before leaving the bathroom and going home. The green-haired boy ran home, hoping that he would not meet any of his friends on the way home. And he was lucky, he didn't meet anyone. Vinnie went into the house and looked around. His parents were not at home. "Cool, I'm home alone," he said, straightening his hair. The guy's stomach rumbled pityingly.

"I need to eat, at least a little..."

The guy went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, he decided to have lunch with meat stew, which his mother cooked yesterday.

"Great, I love meat stew"

Vinnie warmed the dish in the microwave and sat down at the table, but he couldn't eat properly.

He felt so terrible that he couldn't get a bite in his throat.

"Am I... really that dumb? Oh my God... " flashed through the guy's mind.

He was picking at a plate of meat stew and barely chewing on the pieces of food. The treacherous tears flowed down his face again. "Oh, no... again." tears dripped into the meat stew and Vinnie continued to eat.

"I have to calm down. What if Mom and Dad come right now and find me like this? God no, not that" Vinnie breathed air into his lungs and exhaled slowly. After that, he should have calmed down his ardor, but terrible thoughts came to his head again. The whole class was laughing at him. All his friends thought he was dumb. Russell, Zoey, Minka, Pepper, Penny Ling and... Sunil. Vinnie started crying again and at the same time wiping his tears with his hands. Suddenly, Vinnie's phone rang loudly. The guy shuddered and shifted his gaze to the gadget lying on the table not far from him. He picked it up and saw an incoming call from Sunil.

There was a photo of Vinnie and Sunil fooling around and looking happy on the background of the call screen. Vinnie just stared at his phone screen with teary eyes.

"Oh no, it's not a good time... I can't answer Sunil, otherwise he will hear my trembling voice, but at the same time I can't ignore his call... Damn, what should I do?" Vinnie's phone kept buzzing, but he couldn't answer his friend's call.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. I just have to calm down a bit and take the call. Phew..." Vinnie sighed again. But the phone stopped ringing. Vinnie sighed sadly.

"Yeah, I've been thinking too long. I'm an idiot!" The green-haired boy took a fork in his hand and continued eating the stew. When he finished eating, he picked up his phone again and noticed that Sunil had sent him a message.

Sunil wrote:

"Hey Vinnie, I just want to ask, how are you? Please answer, I'm very worried about you, my friend."

When Vinnie read this, his cheeks immediately turned red and butterflies fluttered in his stomach.

Vinnie decided to reply to Sunil and texted him so that his friend wouldn't worry. Vinnie wrote:

"I'm fine, thank you. Sorry for not answering the phone, I'm a little busy."

Vinnie sent this message with a sense of excitement. and exhaled. He had to lie to Sunil. Immediately, Vinnie's phone received a new message from Sunil.

"Are you really okay? You ran away from me so fast today... And even if I ran after you, I still wouldn't be able to catch up with you because I'm wearing slippers :<"

Vinnie smiled sincerely at this message. He found it funny that Sunil was wearing slippers to school. Vinnie loved that strangeness about Sunil.

Damn... This guy is just the best in the world, and oh my God, I want to be with him. I want to be with him all my life. But not as friends..." Vinnie was distracted from these thoughts by the sound of the front door opening. His parents are back. The guy jumped up and ran to his parents with a hug. He usually shows mutual coldness towards his parents, but now he thought that everything would be different if he took the initiative and showed tenderness. Vinnie hugged his mom tightly.

"Hi Mom, how are you?" he asked quietly.

In response, the mother coldly pushed her son away from her.

"It's okay, Vincent" she said, and took off her jacket.

"How are you doing at school, son?" the father asked, hanging his jacket on the hanger.

Vinnie was embarrassed and mumbled something like "normal, everything is as usual... The guy awkwardly rubbed his hand.

"Okay, go do your homework Vincent, you have to be better at your studies, otherwise you'll just disgrace our family," his father said sternly.

Vinnie felt sad at these words.

The mother agreed with the father's words.

"That's right, Victor", and then she turned back to her son: - "Vincent, do you understand? Go and study". Vinnie sighed.

"Okay..." the guy went to his room on the second floor and locked himself in there.

Of course, he did not do his homework, his mood was destroyed. The green-haired boy picked up the phone and noticed that Russell and some of his friends had sent him messages. Russell wrote:

"Hey Vinnie, I could give you a history lesson if you want."

Vinnie didn't answer him. Instead, he looked at the message from Pepper and saw that she had made a meme picture where it was written:

"I rarely think, and even less often I think" and the caption from Pepper: "it's you, lol."

Vinnie was annoyed, and he didn't want to answer Pepper. He lay down on the bed and turned off his phone. But then he still replied to her:

"fuck you, lol."

Vinnie put down the phone and began to indulge in dreams about Sunil and how good it would be if they were a couple. Then Vinnie's life would be better...Vinnie was very exhausted, his eyes involuntarily closed and he almost fell asleep when he was suddenly awakened by his mother's scream.

"Vincent, come down! now!"

Vinnie almost had a heart attack. His heart was racing with fear. With a heavy heart, the guy carefully went down to the first floor and met his parents in the living room. The father was sitting with his arms crossed, the mother was sitting next to him. Vinnie swallowed.

"What is Mom?"

He asked nervously and quietly.

The mother looked at her son seriously.

"Your history teacher, Miss Heisenberg, called me and said that you got an F in class today, how do you explain that, Vincent!?" Vinnie trembled like an aspen leaf.

"I-I'm sorry, Mom, I just.....I just didn't know how to answer a difficult question, and..." Vinnie's father interrupted.

"You have disgraced our family!"

"You have disappointed us, Vincent." the mother added. Vinnie looked down at the floor and cringed.

"We have to take action."

Vinnie looked at his parents questioningly.

"Do you want to punish me?" He asked softly. Vinnie's mother prayed,

"God, why do I have such a terrible son?" Vinnie's father got up from the couch.

"We can't stand your behavior anymore, you've brought us down" said the father.

He took the belt from his trousers and walked towards Vinnie. The guy started crying.

***

Vinnie was sitting on the floor and writhing in pain.

NO! PLEASE STOP! - the guy shouted.

His father brutally beat his son on the back with a belt. Vinnie cried and begged him to stop, but his father wouldn't listen. The mother looked at it and did not want to stop the process. She believed that such an "educational process" would help make their son an excellent student. Bullshit. When this hell ended, Vinnie's back was completely covered with scars from beatings. He was killed inside. Vinnie will never forget this pain.

"Go to bed, Vincent, you won't have dinner tonight" his mother said.

The guy went up to his room and locked himself in. He couldn't even lie on his back, it hurt so much. Vinnie couldn't understand why his parents were so cruel to their own son, why they didn't like him, and why he was being so severely punished... Besides, they had deprived him of dinner, and Vinnie felt empty in his stomach. He barely managed to fall asleep.

Friday morning. At 7:00 a.m.

Vinnie woke up to the song "You spin me round" playing on his alarm clock. The guy turned off the alarm and continued to lie like a little ball. His back still hurt terribly. In addition, he had a high fever and a headache. Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept well and had been crying all night. His body was sweating and his shirt was wet.

"I need to wash up, otherwise I'll stink..." the guy said.

His health was in terrible shape, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to it and thought he just needed to get some more sleep. Vinnie closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"Vincent, it's time for you to go to school, why haven't you gotten up yet?"

Vinnie slowly opened his eyes and saw his mother in front of him, she was seriously looking at her son. Vinnie looked paler than snow.

"I'm going to get up, just... I have a little headache."

Vinnie's mother sighed.

"You're obviously sick, son, stay home today." Vinnie closed his eyes. Still, sometimes Vinnie's mother was an understanding mother, but still the same cold woman.

***

At that time, the first lesson began at school. Sunil was sitting at his desk and couldn't understand why Vinnie was so late for class. The yellow-eyed boy sent several messages to a friend, but they were not read. Sunil sighed. The first lesson was math, and Miss Duke's teacher was doing the roll call.

"Ferguson"

Russell cried "I'm here!"

"So, well, everything is there, except Vinnie. He's got a fever" - said the young teacher. Sunil was surprised by this news. He got upset and was in no mood for the whole lesson.

"I hope my not-so-tall friend recovers..." thought Sunil.

At break, the guy went out for a walk along the corridor and decided to practice a little magic. He took out his wand and hat from his locker and began to conjure as he usually does. Of course, he couldn't do anything really interesting, most likely because of his bad mood. The blue-haired boy waved his wand once more and then took out a dead hornet from his hat.

"Ugh! what the hell!" the magician cried out fearfully.

He threw the bumblebee aside.

A painfully familiar voice came from behind him.

"Well, well, well... what are you doing, you half-baked magician?" Sunil turned and saw Sharukh.

"It's none of your business." Sharukh got angry.

"How dare you talk to me like that? You are nobody, and I'm a superstar, you will never become as cool and popular" Sharukh said proudly.

Sunil rolled his eyes.

"I am not interested in this Sharukh, why are you bothering me?" - the guy asked.

Sharukh wanted to say something, but realized that he didn't know why he was bothering Sunil all the time. He also thought that if he had met Vinnie without Sunil, he would not have bothered him.

"Where's your loser friend? Did he leave you?"

"He got sick, Vinnie would never leave me because he is a good friend. You just judge people by yourself. If you are arrogant and nasty, it does not mean that others are the same as you" - Sunil said.

Sharukh got really angry.

"What did you just say, Nevla?!" Sharukh came up close to Sunil.

"Get off me, Sharukh"

"Don't you dare tell me what to do, you fucking bastard with the pathetic eyes of a victim" - Sharukh said, leaning against Sunil's face. Scared Sunil pushed the superstar away from him and Sharukh pushed Sunil back and he hit the edge of an open locker.

"Ow!" - cried Nevla.

Sharukh snatched the wand from Sunil's hands. Sharukh raised the wand above his head and broke it into two pieces. He threw these pieces at Sunil.

"You suck, and so does your stupid magic" Sharukh chuckled.

Tears of resentment formed in Sunil's eyes.

"You bastard! You broke my wand!" shouted Sunil. Sharukh grabbed Sunil by the neck and put his lips to his ear.

"And if you insult me again, I will destroy you, Nevla."

Sunil sobbed.

"Why are you messing with me like that!? I did not do anything to you..."

Sharukh opened his eyes and pulled away from the poor guy. He felt a little strange. He seemed to feel... sorry for Sunil.

"Pfft, you are pissing me off. See you later, Nevla." Sharukh replied arrogantly and started to leave.

Sunil's crying could be heard behind him. Sharukh sped up so as not to hear the guy crying. He went to the bathroom to wash up. The superstar seemed to be dissatisfied with the way he treated Sunil this time. He turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that..?" thought Sharukh and looked in the mirror. He felt an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. An image of Sunil crying formed in his mind. Sharukh suddenly realized that Sunil was cute.

"What the hell is happening to me...?"

Sharukh constantly harassed Sunil in order to offend him, but Sharukh himself didn't understand why he was doing this. Sharukh and Sunil were the only Indian representatives at the school. They also had similar hair color and tall stature. In all other respects, they were different from each other. When Sharukh passed by Sunil and saw him with his friends, he envied the guy. Sharukh wanted to get closer to Sunil, but he couldn't get close to him, so he decided to bully him.

"Should I go and apologize to him...? I told him so much shit. Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap. God, I wish I hadn't said nasty things to him."

Sharukh has finally realized that he doesn't want to harm Sunil.

"This guy is like that... attractive, but at the same time, I can not behave adequately around him..." Sharukh sighed. He was suddenly horrified.

"Wait, did I think about what I was thinking?"

Oh no.

"I fell in love with Nevla" - It flashed through his mind. The thought hit him like an electric shock.

Sharukh felt stupid. He blushed furiously.

"Fuck.... FUCK!"

To be continued....

[writteninscarlet]

random, mundane headcanons part 3(??) of ????

favourite piece of technology?

"Currently? The new system at the shop. I like the antique style, but modernity is far better in terms of being able to actually do my work," she admitted, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. Wanda was far from against technology, and could use most things handed to her. But her way of living tended towards the mystical rather than the technological.

"Surely, the antiques I've kept from the place or receive to sell or display are amazing. Quality pieces. However, technology certain has it's place and makes things so much easier. ....costly though. It was a pain to update and used up most of the savings to get new things fitted."

Outwith the technology at her shop, The Emporium, Wanda's favourite technology changes often. She'll always be amused and impressed by whatever new thing is going on with Stark, and still impressed and amazed by what arrows Clint can make. Her most used piece of technology is her phone, and she doesn't mind the odd game here or there to pass the time or some social media but she tends to just use the call features or various messaging systems. She has to hand it to tech, it doesn't have the flair of astral projection or sending ravens or words just appearing in the air! But it is far simpler and more efficient.

what did their parents want them to do?

"Well, it depends on what set of parents we're referring to," she mused, mostly past getting upset or nostalgic at the thought. "But shall we talk of the Maximoff's since my first few years were with them?"

"The Romani community at the time, at least with my parents and their social circle, was geared towards males being... more important. My job was to bring people in. I was taught how to dance, and taught how to sew and crochet. I was also taught how to read tarot cards - though certainly not the variation of reading decks that I now know." A silence for a moment as she thought it over. Her childhood was happy and she wouldn't think otherwise, but it was filled with hard work, a lot of travelling, and a lot of taking the blame because Pietro was right and she was wrong. "I think my parents simply wanted me to do something that made me happy. They weren't limited, I don't think so, but they were accustomed to how they lived their life and didn't think about other things. I suppose they just thought I'd travel with them indefinitely."

In terms of the Maximoffs and Max/Erik, they wanted what a lot of parents want - their child to follow in their footsteps. To follow their religion (difficult when the Maximoffs and Erik followed different faiths), to follow their beliefs, their line of work... She was taught various skills as a child because staying with the Maximoff's she was likely to be a matriarch at some point. Taught a little medicine, some languages, dancing, tarot, various otehr skills. But Wanda certainly believes that her and Pietro's happiness were paramount.

do they fall asleep easily?

Wanda cast a glance away, then a shake of her head. "Not... Not usually. No." She gave a small shrug, thinking it over for a moment. "For starters, my schedule isn't set. The shop is open during the day, but some customers and clients only come at night - from people brought by the Last Door, to creatures of the night. Not to mention, a call for the Avengers can come any time."

"But... Even when I have the time to sleep, be it night or day, I can lie awake for some time. Sometimes I think, sometimes I don't think anything. I simply can't sleep. And when I do sleep I normally end up waking up early-- It's-- Well, it's my issue. I'm used to it, so it's not anything worrying."

Sleeping hasn't come easy to her in some time. When her depression was high, before and after 'House of M', she could spend days sleeping or just lying in bed. She had no energy, nor the will to see anyone. She does her best to have what schedule she can so as not to fall into that again. But she does have insomnia, of sorts. When with someone, a partner, she does manage to sleep better - she'll still not fall asleep instantly, but it takes less time. It's partly security, partly... who knows what. A skill, a sign of love? Wanda does try her best to get the sleep she needs, and there are plenty of good nights/days. It's not something she's worried about currently.

do you get car/sea/(flight?) sick?

"Not at all. I love a journey," she replied with a smile. "I enjoy a car journey, partly because I never really have to drive or be driven. It's a nice way to see a place I think. I rarely travel by boat or ship, but I'm incredibly used to flights through the Avengers."

"Car is maybe my preferred mode... The faster the better sometimes. You can't beat my brother for speed, however I enjoy a fast car because you can still see the sights. Of course, I wouldn't want to be the one driving. As I say, I don't tend to use cars. I have magic. I'd like to properly learn, though I can drive when required it's a skill I'm probably rusty with."

She happily doesn't get sick. And loves a journey. The travel really is important to her. She does like a nice car, probably more than a nice ship or plane or jet, whatever. She can drive, but the last time she did so? Long time ago. She can affect probabilities so you'll live, but maybe some lessons wouldn't go amiss. She actually knows a fair bit about nice cars. She doesn't know all by sight or sound, but she's been around quite a few people who do enjoy a good super car - and prior to/around her depression first hitting, she enjoyed studying anything and it was so easy to watch shows about cars or read up on them. Or ask Tony or someone else to talk about them.

who do you bicker with them most?

"Pietro, by far," she responded. There wasn't even a split second of hesitation. He was still, and always would be, one of the people closest to her. They had a lot of similarities, far too many perhaps, including arrogance and pride which was probably reason enough for most of their arguments. "We bicker over many things. We tend to overall have similar ideas and feelings, but how we go about things changes a lot."

"We love each other, but we're not the same person. So our closeness leads to bickering." Outside of Pietro? Probably her teammates, though not usually over major issues. Again, when you saw someone often there was always going to be little things that come up.

The answer is Pietro by a long shot. Sometimes it's just for the fun of it and to tease him. They are similar, but their differences are wide and varied. Their pride doesn't like when they're beaten either. And they've both made a lot of mistakes in how they've 'protected' one another in the past, so whilst a lot of bickering is simply surface level and joking, easily resolved, there are larger issues too. Wanda will also bicker, teasingly and properly, with partners. It's not a power struggle or show of dominance, and she's not one to ignore what another person says. But if she feels differently about something she'll state her argument, especially if she feels close to someone. But with a partner she isn't one to hold a grudge, and she's more than happy to compromise or lose. Communication is really important to her, and not all communication is lovely dovey. If she teases you, you're well liked.

does your voice stand out?

"Possibly. Especially around some more than others. I've not yet managed to lose the accent from my home country. ...Or countries. We travelled a lot when I was younger - Serbia, Romania, countries such as these. And my accent isn't yet gone. But I've learned that it can be easier not to show this. I've worked to have a more 'American' accent because it prompts less questions. I used to use this fake accent more regularly but... I use it less now, and let my own accent come through."

She was proud of who she was, but she hadn't always been. Her accent didn't seem to bring 'good imagery' to mind, and always seemed to set her 'lower' in peoples estimations. Or that she could not truly speak english when she thought her understand better than most others. She hid it to make life easier, but it didn't really help. She was prouder now.

Wanda really is proud of her accent, and around those she's most comfortable with (partners, or close members of the Avengers) the accent will come through more pronounced as she's relaxed. She's the kind that when excited or in high emotion, her accent is more noticeable and thick.

[daxwritesstories]

College AU 2: Part 7 - Limelight

Scene 1: i'm sorry

(Scene title by lovelytheband)

INT. Erik & Rhett's dorm - Night

Erik is lying on his bed with headphones on. Rhett is sitting at his desk, playing a game on his laptop.

There is a knock at the door. Confused, Rhett pauses his game and gets up to answer it. Erik notices Rhett getting up and takes off his headphones. He doesn't say anything though.

When Rhett answers the door, Cyra is standing there.

RHETT: Oh, hey. It's kinda late.

CYRA: I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.

Cyra looks into the room.

CYRA: Hi Erik.

ERIK: What do you want?

CYRA: I wanna talk to you guys.

ERIK: I think we did enough talking earlier.

CYRA: Well, it was more like yelling.

RHETT: True. Alright, come in.

Cyra walks past Rhett into the room.

RHETT: But no fighting this time.

CYRA: We won't.

ERIK: I'm too tired anyway.

Rhett sits back down in his desk chair. Cyra cautiously approaches Erik's bed.

CYRA: Can I sit?

Erik thinks about it for a moment. Then he sighs and sits up, leaning back against the headboard. He opens his arms and gestures for Cyra to come sit in front of him. Cyra smiles in relief and climbs onto the bed, sitting in Erik's lap. Erik wraps his arms around her waist.

CYRA: I'm sorry for yelling at you.

ERIK: It's fine. But that's not what I'm mad about.

Cyra just sighs, awkwardly glancing around. Erik waits before speaking, trying to give her a chance to explain. When she doesn't, he sighs too.

ERIK: Things were going so well this summer.

RHETT (jokingly): Yeah, you guys only fought every other practice session.

Cyra snickers, but Erik just ignores Rhett.

ERIK: I thought we were, like, finally gonna get along.

CYRA: We do get along! You're one of my best friends ever!

Erik shakes his head and then rests his chin on Cyra's shoulder.

ERIK: Sometimes it really doesn't feel that way. Especially when you're always bringing around the guy who beat me up and made my life a living hell last semester.

CYRA: Is that still bothering you?

Cyra sounds a little upset, but not confrontational.

ERIK: I think it's gonna bother me for a long time. I've never been in a situation like that before. I was scared.

Cyra just stares forward with a sad look on her face.

RHETT: Roman's scary. I used to think he was cool.

ERIK: It seems like everyone thinks he's cool.

Everyone falls silent for a long moment.

CYRA: I'm sorry.

ERIK: Huh?

CYRA: I'll tell Roman that we don't need his help. I'm sorry I didn't ask first. I wasn't thinking.

Erik furrows his brow, thinking. He squeezes Cyra tighter, pulling her even closer against him.

CYRA: I always forget that not everyone gets over stuff like that as fast as I do. Like, I'm not afraid of Roman, but I get why you guys are. So he doesn't have to be involved.

Erik glances at Rhett and they exchange seemingly knowing looks, like they're both thinking the same thing. Rhett tilts his head, silently considering it. Erik rolls his eyes, annoyed with himself. Cyra doesn't notice any of this. She's too lost in her own thoughts.

ERIK: Do you really think his help would make a difference?

Cyra seems a little surprised by that question.

CYRA: Well... yeah. I wouldn't have asked him otherwise.

ERIK: I guess that makes sense...

CYRA: I wasn't trying to pick a fight with you. I don't need Roman to do that.

Rhett laughs. Cyra smiles at him.

CYRA: But he produced the entire demo for his band. And I listened to it, it's really good.

Erik glances at Rhett again. He furrows his brow in thought.

ERIK: Do you still have the demo?

Cyra cranes her neck to look at Erik.

CYRA: Yeah, it's on my phone. Why?

Erik holds out his hand.

ERIK: Give me your phone. I wanna hear it.

Cyra looks shocked.

CYRA: A-are you sure–

ERIK: Come on. Before I change my mind.

Cyra shuts up and scrambles to get her phone out of her pocket.

RHETT: You're actually thinking about it?

ERIK: We'll see. I've got a pretty good ear.

Cyra hands her phone to Erik and then scoots out of the way so he can grab his headphones again. While Erik connects them, Cyra smiles excitedly at Rhett.

Scene 2: Video Phone

(Scene title by Beyoncé)

INT. Ace & Zayn's dorm - Afternoon

Ace is alone in the dorm. He's sitting on the end of his bed and looking at himself in the full length mirror on the wall in front of him. He's wearing a short black dress with thigh-high boots.

Ace has his desk chair pushed to the side in front of the bed, with his phone propped up on it.

He ruffles his hair, arching his back as he poses. We hear Roman's voice through the phone.

ROMAN (through the phone): You look good.

Ace smiles and glances at his phone.

ACE: I know, Daddy.

We cut to a shot of the phone, where we can see that Ace is video calling Roman. Ace goes back to checking himself out in the mirror.

ACE: You sure you don't wanna invite your little girlfriend? I think she'd like me.

ROMAN (through the phone): She can't know about all this.

ACE: Hm...

ROMAN (through the phone): And I told her I wouldn't sleep with other people.

Ace smiles and glances at his phone again.

ACE: If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to turn me on.

Roman laughs.

ROMAN (through the phone): Yeah, I know you like that.

Ace grabs his phone and gets up, walking around his bed.

ACE: I'll leave in a minute. I'm just waiting for my hair to dry a bit more.

Ace climbs onto his bed as Roman speaks.

ROMAN (through the phone): You really know how to make me wait...

Ace gets on his knees and falls forward onto his elbows.

ACE: Be patient. You're the one who called me.

We cut to a view of Ace's phone. He rocks his body forward, arching his back so his ass sticks up high behind him. Roman, who's in the bottom corner of the screen, watches closely. Ace giggles when he notices Roman staring at him.

ACE: You're staring.

ROMAN (through the phone): You want me to.

Ace puts his finger in his mouth and bites it, staring straight at the camera.

Scene 3: Casual

(Scene title by Chappell Roan)

INT. Jayce & Leon's dorm - Afternoon

Celia, Jayce, Leon, and Prince are in the dorm together. Jayce, Prince, and Leon are sitting on Jayce's bed, while Celia is sitting in one of the desk chairs.

Enzo walks into the room, but pauses when he sees everyone.

ENZO: Whoa.

PRINCE: What?

Enzo laughs as he closes the door.

ENZO: There's just a lot of people in here.

CELIA: We're still waiting on Cyra.

Enzo nods.

ENZO: Right. Uh...

Enzo points at Leon's bed and looks at Leon.

ENZO: Can I...?

LEON: Go ahead, dude.

Enzo nods and sits down on the side of Leon's bed.

ENZO: So... Why did Cyra want to meet?

CELIA: She said something about making a schedule for band practice.

Enzo looks confused.

ENZO: A schedule? We didn't have that before.

JAYCE: Apparently she's gonna be busy with her other band, so she wants to make time for us.

LEON: Do you think she'll actually stick to that?

PRINCE: Doubt it.

Everyone laughs. Just then, the door opens and Cyra walks in.

CYRA: I'm here!

PRINCE: We see that.

Leon snickers. Cyra closes the door and sits down next to Enzo.

CYRA: So! When is everyone free?

JAYCE: Hold on. How often are we gonna be practicing?

CYRA: As much as you guys want. I'm pretty much only doing this so I can give Erik a concrete schedule. And so we can book the room.

Cyra pulls out her phone and starts doing something on it.

CELIA: Then it's mostly up to Enzo, since he doesn't go to this school.

JAYCE: Yeah. You're the one who has to come all the way here.

ENZO: I don't live that far away.

CYRA: But you work.

ENZO: Only in the mornings.

Cyra thinks for a moment.

CYRA: Is once a week too often for you guys?

CELIA: Um... I'm gonna have a lot more homework this year.

CYRA: Oh, right. You're doing a practical major.

Celia giggles.

LEON: What are you taking?

CELIA: Botany.

LEON: Oh... That sounds hard.

CELIA: It is a lot of biology. But it's manageable.

PRINCE: Why don't you guys do biweekly then?

CYRA: Oooo! I love doing bi stuff.

Enzo snickers and Prince smiles at Cyra. Celia giggles as she responds.

CELIA: Sure! That would work.

ENZO: I can do that.

JAYCE: Okay, as long as it's in the afternoons.

CYRA: Cool! I'll try to find a day we book the room for.

PRINCE: There you go!

Prince wraps their arms around both Jayce and Leon, pulling them closer. Celia snickers as she watches them. Cyra glances up to see what Celia's laughing at. She smiles when she notices what Prince is doing.

CYRA: Look at you three!

Prince raises an eyebrow at Cyra.

PRINCE: Jealous?

CYRA: Very! Are you all dating yet?

Enzo laughs in surprise at Cyra's forwardness.

JAYCE: No, we're not.

PRINCE: But we could be.

Leon laughs.

LEON: Slow down, Cyra. These two haven't even decided if they're dating.

Leon nods at Prince and Jayce.

CELIA: You're seriously not dating?

Prince and Jayce both tense up, Jayce more so. Cyra raises her eyebrows.

CYRA: Oop! Awkward...

Cyra and Enzo smile at each other. Celia smiles too.

JAYCE: It just... hasn't come up.

Prince nods.

PRINCE: Yeah. We don't really talk about stuff like that.

Cyra nods slowly, smirking.

CYRA: Right...

CELIA: Wild that that didn't come up all summer.

Enzo and Cyra both burst into laughter, with Enzo falling backward onto the bed. Leon snickers and Prince just smiles at Jayce.

Scene 4: Limelight

(Scene title by Rush)

INT. Voice classroom - Morning

Sebastian is ending the class. The students all pay close attention to what he's saying.

SEBASTIAN: And when I say "consistently", I mean don't just practice a bunch one day and then skip the next. Space your session out as evenly as you can. It's alright to miss a day every now and then. Don't try to make up for it the next day, you will only hurt your voice.

Several students nod. Sebastian gives the class a warm smile.

SEBASTIAN: That's all for today. Take care.

The students all start packing up. Sebastian turns his attention to Halo, who is sitting in the front row, grabbing her bag.

SEBASTIAN: Halo.

Halo looks up at Sebastian and gives him a polite smile.

SEBASTIAN: Can I talk to you for a minute?

HALO: Sure.

Halo throws her bag over and follows Sebastian to the desk at the front of the room.

SEBASTIAN: I have an opportunity for you, but I'd like you to keep it hush around the other students.

Halo gives him a confused look.

HALO: Why?

SEBASTIAN: I don't want them to feel like I'm counting them out.

Sebastian leans in closer to Halo and lowers his voice.

SEBASTIAN: The truth is, you're the best vocalist here. Someone I know who owns a jazz club nearby asked for my most talented vocalist, so I gave him your name.

Halo's jaw drops and she places her hand on her chest.

HALO: Are– Are you serious? That's, um, I'm honored!

SEBASTIAN: I'm definitely serious. You have something special, Halo.

HALO: Well, um, thank you.

SEBASTIAN: Don't mention it. But listen, if you decide to take this opportunity, I'd rather we keep this conversation private. I want you to have this, but I don't want the other students to think I'm picking favorites.

HALO: Oh. What is it, exactly?

SEBASTIAN: My friend needs a Friday act for his club. He has a band, but they don't have a singer. He knows that I'm a vocal teacher for a living, so he asked if one of my students could fill the role. You'll be paid a normal rate, of course.

Halo looks shocked. She takes a moment to collect herself, taking it all in.

HALO: I don't know what to say. I'd love to take the position.

SEBASTIAN: Then I'll let him know. As long as you're sure.

HALO: I'm sure. I won't let you down.

Sebastian smiles at Halo.

SEBASTIAN: I know you won't. Alright, I'll call him on my break.

HALO: Thank you! Um... but what should I tell the other students?

SEBASTIAN: Hm?

HALO: I'm friends with a lot of people in this program. I don't know if I can hide this from them.

SEBASTIAN: Just tell them you got the position yourself. Say you walked into the club and asked if they had any slots open. Who knows, maybe it'll motivate them to look for jobs themselves.

Halo thinks about it for a moment.

HALO: Okay, I can do that.

Sebastian nods.

SEBASTIAN: Perfect. I'll let you know what he says.

Halo smiles gratefully.

HALO: Okay. Thank you again!

SEBASTIAN: Don't mention it.

Halo leaves the room, trying to hide her excitement.

Scene 5: Secret

(Scene title by The Pierces)

INT. Halo & Vir's dorm - Morning

Vir is zipping up her bag. The door opens and Halo hurries into the room.

HALO: Oh! You're still here!

Vir immediately picks up on the high energy in Halo's tone. She turns around to face her.

VIR: Yeah. What's up?

HALO: I got a job!

VIR: You did?!

HALO: Yes!

Halo excitedly wraps her arms around Vir, who hugs back with the same enthusiasm. When Halo lets go, Vir gives her a quizzical look.

VIR: Where?

HALO: Well, it's not totally official yet, but... It's at a jazz club!

Vir's eyes widen and her jaw drops.

VIR: Like, as a singer?!

HALO: Yes!

VIR: Oh my god, Halo! This is amazing!

HALO: I know, right?! I'm so excited!

VIR: So, what's the story? When did this happen?

HALO: It was my prof, Sebastian. He said his friend owns a jazz club and he needs a Friday night singer!

VIR: Friday?! Halo, this is huge!

HALO: I know! I can't believe it either!

VIR: I can! I knew you'd make it.

Halo smiles and rests her hand on her chest. She blinks a few times, trying not to cry from happiness.

HALO: Thank you... But, there's one condition. I'm not supposed to tell any of my classmates about how I got the job. Sebastian said it would count as playing favorites.

Vir thinks about it for a second.

VIR: Oh, that makes sense.

HALO: But there's a huge problem with that.

VIR: What? Oh. You mean Cyra?

HALO: She's gonna find out.

VIR: And she'll be happy for you! Come on, Halo. You know she won't be jealous.

HALO: I guess... But what if she can't keep it a secret?

Vir gives Halo a determined look, confidently raising her chin.

VIR: I'll make sure she does.

HALO: Oh! Um... Are you sure?

VIR: I know how to make Cyra listen.

Halo thinks for a moment.

HALO: Yeah, you do.

VIR: I got this.

Halo and Vir smile at each other.

[ahhhhhhhh3613]

The Playground Corner

I remember a time way back in elementary school, I think it’s part of why I’m like this now. Despite what you may be inclined to think, I actually did have one friend at the time, his name was Lucas.

After the bell rang and we all headed out to recess, I headed out across the playground over to this neat little place we had. It was over in the corner where the chain link fence was shadowed by a big short tree and various bushes, it felt like a mini forest grove to our fifth grade selves. Nowadays I imagine it’s been all neatly trimmed and ripped of joy, if the school could afford to have that homeowner cut their plants, otherwise it’s probably overgrown or just too small for someone larger than a nine year old to fit into. Anyway, the recess yard was behind the backyards of a neighborhood, and the family that lived near that corner of the fence didn’t pay much attention to the plant life growing in their yard, so a little piece of forest had grown there because the corner wasn’t used for everything. That’s what we called it, the corner.

Lucas’ classroom was closer to the yard than mine was so he always got there first, but he would always wait for me so that we could hang out and talk about whatever random stuff piqued our interest that day, usually it was games or cartoons or complaining about school work. It was nearing the end of the school year and, because of how our local school system works, we wouldn't be attending the same middle school together. So things were already feeling kind of somber, but Lucas didn’t really seem to let it get him down, he was always the more optimistic of the two of us, which isn’t really a surprise considering how I turned out these days. I kind of had the feeling that everything was about to change, in a big way.

I opened the door to my apartment only to find a sharp ray of golden-reddish light piercing through my blackout curtains and cascading through my usually pitch dark abode. I got myself a drink of water and headed to my room, clustered as it was, and laid on my bed, listening to the gentle hum of the poor desk fan that I’d been working to death to keep my room cold. I was exhausted from work, my legs still stung and ached and itched, I wondered where in the mess on my floor the knife had ended up.

A couple days after testing was done and the students were just kind of waiting around for school to actually end (getting nothing helpful done in class, biding time, you know the deal), Lucas had organized a play of sorts. “Tomorrow’s a short day so we’ll have plenty of time to prepare. Will I be able to call you when I’m ready?” Lucas asked, he’s asked about my phone many times before but he could seem to understand that I didn’t have one. My mom had said I could only have a phone when I reached high school, It was annoying at times but I’d seen how addicted to their phones my classmates were and understood that waiting was probably for the best, in the end I still think I use mine too much so I guess that didn’t really work out. Lucas had gotten some toy thingamijig confenscated by his teacher yesterday and would only get it back after the weekend. I guess he really wanted it for the next two days because his “brilliant plan” was to break in that night and steal it back.

His plan was pretty simple: go to the school during the night, pick the lock on the front door (a skill that a fifth grader obviously has just by observing it in media), sneak through the school while avoiding security cameras (he seemed to have convinced himself that knew all of their locations and fields of view, they were fisheye cameras so, no he didn’t), pick the lock of the classroom door, take his stupid toy back and get out. This never would have worked, Lucas was always driven to school by his mom and barely knew his way to school let alone how to infiltrate a building.

I told him I couldn’t come, my parents would be furious. Then he resolved to do it himself before revealing why he wanted it so badly. He was moving away tomorrow, I was never going to see him again. It was pretty heartbreaking news, I’m pretty sure I’m better off without him though.

My eyes were feeling heavy, I was tired, so very tired. But going to sleep would bring tomorrow all the sooner, so I stayed up even later. It’s almost like I want to ruin my life.

Over the weekend I had missed Lucas quite a bit, we never did anything together outside of school but thinking about what Monday would be like without him had gotten me rather sad. I began to regret how Lucas-less my weekends had been up till then, it all felt like wasted time now.

Mondays classes seemed to go by in a blur that day, I didn’t eat lunch, I didn’t even talk to anyone. It was starting to hit me just how lonely I really was. When it came time for recess I couldn’t bring myself to go out into the yard, I just sat at my desk resting my head on top of my arm. Eventually I heard a loud sound, some kid had fallen over and skinned their knee on the concrete basketball court, that had gotten my attention. My classroom window had a view of the playground just outside, so my eyes began to scan the landscape in a hollow and empty curiosity.

That was when it hit me, everything was exactly the same. The same kids who played tag on the field were playing tag as always, the sports kids were playing basketball, the swings had people in them, there were kids sitting in the shade of a nearby try and playing some card game that I didn’t have, and in the corner of the yard there was still a small cove overshadowed by an overgrown tree, only this time, Lucas wasn’t there. But it was still the same, the corner didn’t look any different, it didn’t look empty, it didn’t look lonely, it just…was. It was just the corner of a chain link fence in disrepair, it didn’t matter that my friend and I used to hang out there, it was there first, it didn’t matter that we had made that place a home, it was a house before we were there. It was just a fence. The basketball court was just a concrete steppe, the field was just grass, the whole playground was just a playground.

I imagined what it would look like many years in the future, after the school had been abandoned and plant life began to reclaim the ruins. I imagined the court cracked and worn with tall weed browning in every crevasse, I imagined tall vines climbing up the plastic play structure (whatever those are called), I imagined the field overtaken by flowers and small bushes, I imagined the swings uprooted my some great big tree, I imagined the corner. I imagined that the fetching would be torn up further by the neighboring tree, now grown so big that the metal fence had no hope of retaining shape, the various bushes and weeds growing out of control and hiding the cove away to be used only by small prey animals. And it was still the same, it was just a stupid corner.

I looked over the playground once again as class began, now empty. It was the same, it was exactly the same.

[sabscarpcnter]

they needed some sense of normalcy even if the situation wasn't normal. sabrina wanted to show him that she was still able to laugh or smile. even when she was the most emotional that she had ever been, in that moment. it was a relief to be in the bed because she was worried about her legs giving out. he followed her into the bed and she noticed how he wasn't getting under the comforter. instead he was leaning against the headboard and she curled right up against his side. he had his phone out and was tilting it towards her. she watched as he went to open the app that everyone used almost every single day. her eye brows arched up at the first vide of a cat in sunglasses. a small laugh came from her," are you sure?" the next video seemed to be an intricate recipe that felt over the top. she found it adorable how he confessed he'd never make it but that he watched it," i can cook but i wouldn't make that." she wasn't sure if pedro knew how to cook but she was curious," i can bake though so maybe one day, i show off my skills." she was doing her best to keep her mind distracted. it was something that she knew that she had to do otherwise she'd go back to the breakdown. a look of amused appeared when she realized the next one was clearly an edit of them. they were at some press event and the music was dramatic. they were talking, laughing and she smiled at the sight," there we are." she knew that after the snl special that they had people talking. if only the general public knew what had happened. she was surprised to see the moment of him brushing her hair back," i guess that it does." her head turned as he explained that she seemed to pop up on his for you page even when she wasn't looking," you end up on mine, too." his phone was being set down and he was joining her beneath the comforter. it felt like they were cocooned together. he was pulling her close and she shrugged," i don't think so but i know i will be." she hoped that she would be and knew that if she had him with her, it'd be okay. her hand reached up to run along his jawline," i've never been this scared but no one has ever made me feel safe like you do."

Pedro watched her carefully as she pulled away — eyes still glossy, her voice cracking just enough to break his heart all over again. But she was moving forward. Choosing to let the moment shift, even just a little. Her For You Page comment made him chuckle under his breath, something soft and grateful. He needed that levity. They both did. As she disappeared beneath the comforter like she was burrowing into a temporary cocoon, Pedro followed slowly, pulling out his phone and climbing in beside her. He didn’t go under the covers just yet. He sat on top, leaning back against the headboard as she nestled beside him. Her hair was wild, her face blotchy from crying, and he still thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He tilted the phone toward her with a tiny smirk. “Alright. Let’s see how cursed my algorithm is.”

With a few swipes, the familiar glow of TikTok filled the screen. The first video was a ridiculous edit of a cat in sunglasses trying to DJ over a bad remix. Pedro winced. “Okay, I swear this isn’t always what it gives me.”The next video was a recipe — some overly aesthetic pasta made by someone clearly filming with three cameras and a ring light the size of the sun. “I will never make this,” he muttered, amused. “But I watch every single one. I don’t know why.”

And then, right on cue, a video popped up — her. Or, at least, a fan edit of the two of them from some recent press event. It had that dramatic music and jump cuts to them laughing, glancing at each other like the world didn’t exist. Pedro froze for half a second. “Well,” he murmured, glancing down at her. “There you are.” He smiled, thumb pausing on the screen. “And apparently, the algorithm ships us.” The edit cut to a moment he remembered — him brushing a bit of her hair back when she wasn’t looking. He hadn’t realized anyone had caught it. A beat passed. His voice softened again. “They’re not wrong, though. You do end up on my For You page. Even when I’m not looking for you.” He set the phone down beside them and gently pulled the comforter over both of them, finally sliding in properly next to her. His arm curled under her shoulders, drawing her into his side. “You okay?” he asked quietly, not because he expected her to say yes, but because he wanted her to know it was okay not to be. His phone buzzed softly once. Pedro glanced down at it. Seven minutes left. But right now, there was nothing more important than holding her and letting her breathe.

[marshymallo]

i hear the secrets that you keep…

when you’re talking in your sleep

pairing: mike schmidt x gn! reader

synopsis: you’re abby’s latest babysitter, but there’s just one problem… her older brother is really hot and you may just have a crush on him. good thing he has no idea though, right?

tags: fluff, second person pov, two idiots in love (neither one knows until now), takes place after the fnaf movie, slight use of the song/lyrics bc it's more fun that way

word count: 1.7k (wow-)

a/n: welcome to 'i came up with a cute idea for a fic and then was encouraged by several people to make it so i did' otherwise known as my first time writing fanfiction. constructive criticism is welcome and, in fact, highly encouraged! i’m not a great writer and this was just for fun, but i’m always willing to improve. leave a like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy this!

icons by @dianauniverse

9:31 pm

it's been a few months since everything happened at the pizzeria. mike had been able to find some more jobs and even more ways to get fired from them. this most recent job had the best pay by far, but the hours were still awful. ever since he worked at freddy's, he just couldn't seem to find another job that wasn't working the graveyard shift. as mike tries to come his unruly hair, a useless endeavor, there came a quiet knock at the door. he opens it and there's you, abby's newest (and longest) babysitter and quite literally the most attractive person he thinks he's ever seen.

mike had first seen you at the grocery store, wait, no- the ice cream shop? god, he really needs to sleep more… it was both. when he worked as security in the mall, you were working at the ice cream shop in the food court. and, somehow, you always had his usual order ready for him before he had even come up to the counter. you were grocery shopping when he (literally) bumped into you. abby insisted that she could push the shopping cart just before she ran it into your side.

in that moment, mike had decided two definitive things. one: abby was never allowed to push the cart again until she was was taller than it and two: you looked really fucking cute while you were cursing under your breath so his little sister wouldn't hear such vulgar language. mike kept apologizing profusely for abby when even when you kept insisting that you were completely fine. the two of you lost track of time just talking and catching up with one another that neither of you had even noticed abby wandered off and collected the rest of the groceries by herself until she returned with a cart overflowing with snacks and sweets.

before abby dragged her brother to the register, you had written your phone number on the back of your grocery list and handed it to him saying, "it was really nice catching up with you. don't be a stranger, alright?" you hadn't anticipated him to call you that night, jumping at the sudden sound of your landline's obnoxiously loud ringing in your house.

"hey, it's mike. look, can i ask you a favor? abby's babysitter just cancelled on me last minute…" you arrived at the schmidt household not even twenty minutes later, holding some tupperware containers with food and dessert which had abby wrapped around your finger in an instant.

that fateful saturday was almost a month ago, now. mike still hadn't been able to pay you, but you kept shrugging him off. you always wore a soft smile on your face when you would tell him "i'm not doing this for the money, mike. i'm doing it because you're my friend." which is exactly what led you to where you were now: awkwardly admiring mike as you stood at his front door while preparing to watch abby for the night.

"you should really just expect me to be early by now, y'know? the day i show up late to look after my favorite schmidt is the day hell freezes over."

"your favorite schmidt? ouch… who knows? maybe one day you'll surprise us all and be just one minute late," he jokes.

"uh huh, sure…" you trail off, staring at mike as he continues to get himself ready. his curly hair fighting against him and his comb, but it looks so soft and so good on him. and he hasn't had time to trim his facial hair in a bit, but it really works for him. has being perpetually tired with eyebags ever looked so good on a man? you're so caught up in admiring him that when he turns to look at you, you avert your gaze and pretend to be fascinated by whatever was on the television.

"are my clothes too wrinkled?" he asks, one eyebrow ever-so-slightly raised as he glances at you. if looking good was a crime, mike would be given the death sentence…

"i don't think so.. then again, you're asking the person wearing an old hoodie and sweatpants…" you mention. he breathes out a laugh. "i'll take it."

mike reaches past you to grab his backpack. you can smell a hint of the cologne he put on from how close he is and god be damned if it doesn't make him even more attractive. "i'll see you when i get back," he says softly.

you let out a small "see you!" only to receive a tight-lipped smile as he gently closes the door behind him. you groan as you hand your head in your hands. you and your hopeless crush on the brother of the girl you were babysitting…

6:52 am

mike is exhausted as he pulls into the driveway with a yawn. he sluggishly walks to and leans against the front door. he can feel the sleep in his eyes and the tiredness of late hours fogging his brain as he misses the lock with his key a few times. when he opens the door, it swings open and slams against the wall from the force of his body resting upon it. shit.

you're curled up on the couch and asleep, moving slightly underneath the small throw blanket. he sets his stuff down gentler than when he opened the door so as not to wake you while tip-toeing his way down the hall to check on abby. she's asleep in her bed, tucked in and surrounded by her stuffed animals. there's a book on the nightstand indicating that the ten-year-old bargained that she would only go to sleep if you read to her. this wasn't true, of course, but abby loved to hear your tired voice read to her.

mike slowly crept his way back into the living room, just noticing the noise and soft glow of the tv as an infomercial murmurs in the background. he grabs the remotes and turns it off, the faint buzzing ceasing. you shift around again as soon as he does so, but you never wake. mike pauses his movements, awkwardly hovering over you in case you do wake up, eventually deciding you're still asleep before he quietly shuffles back to where he dropped his things. he felt bad waking you, especially since he recently found out that you, too, were struggling with sleeping at night.

he goes into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, only to see that you've cleaned the room and washed the dishes for him again. after the first time he noticed it, he insisted that you didn't need to do that for him. that he was perfectly capable of doing it himself. your response every time? "you always come back exhausted, mike. i can clean a few dishes and tidy up one room for you." he's thankful for it, for you, honestly. you just… wanted to do nice things for him. and for abby. god knows that girl loved you to death. so much so that she had even started including you in her endless colorful drawings.

mike checks the time on the microwave. 6:58 am. he'd let you sleep until 7:30. or maybe 8? he'll wake you up when abby wakes up, he decides. mike walks past you on the couch again when he hears you mumbling to yourself. at first, he thinks he's accidentally woken you up. but then, mike hears you babbling complete gibberish. he huffs out a laugh before he hears something actually intelligible.

"w…n…love you, mike…" he freezes. before he can question what just happened, you go completely silent, moving underneath the blanket once more. did he hear that right? you…love him?

all of a sudden, an alarm goes off. your alarm clock, indicating that it's already 7 am. the alarm clock you brought from home just so you could wake up early to help abby get ready for her day, how could he forget? you stir awake only to see mike frozen and staring at you from above, jaw slack and a dumbstruck look on his face. a few moments pass before he comes back to reality.

"good morning…" you mutter with a yawn. similar to how abby loved hearing your soothing voice lull her to sleep, mike loved hearing your deep and raspy morning voice as you were first waking up.

"hey… sleep good?" mike's thoughts are racing at this point, only to be disrupted by you stretching your arms above your head and asking, "yeah. did you just get back?"

"um, yeah…" he stumbles away from the couch before adding, "y'know… you were talking in your sleep…"

"did i? was it something embarrassing?" you joke, but the tense silence is the only answer you need. "well shit, what did i say?" you inquire.

"it's… nothing really. just something stupid. don't worry about it-"

"i'm going to worry about it until you tell me, mike. what did i say?" you cut him off. and it's true, you won't stop thinking about what you might've said until mike tells you. it's a fact that both of you were well aware of.

"just, um, you told me that you love me…?" mike is met with absolute silence. when he gathers up the courage to glance at you, all he can see is your wide-eyed stare in disbelief.

"is this some sort of joke?? because it's not very funny, mike-" you defend.

"what?- no, it's not a joke-" he startles at your response. "i just- …do you? …love me?"

your head hangs in your hands from embarrassment. he can just barely make out a muffled 'mhmm' and head nod as you refuse to look at him. the gentle warmth of mike's hand is placed on your shoulder as he uses his other hand to lift your chin to gaze up at him.

you stare into his eyes. has mike always looked at you with such a comforting and alluring gaze? you can feel his warm breath against your skin and you're sure that here, in this moment, you've never been closer nor wanted to be closer to mike than right now. you lean in, just a little more and…

"ARE YOU TWO FINALLY DATING?!"

aaaaaaaaaand abby's awake…

final author's note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! this is my first time actually writing fanfiction. it was fun, but i'm not entirely sure i'll ever do it again because writing really isn't my strong suit- if you wanted to write a mike schmidt x reader using this prompt idea, tag me!! i'd love to read it! i hope you enjoyed :))

[zuanwus]

to a lone 荷花 lingering on the pond near my door,

i wonder if, one day, you will come across this letter of mine by chance or if, one day, i end up sending it to you out of whatever emotion i decided to waltz with that day— i wonder, still, if my final words will ever get a chance to dizzy you with my pure rage but i've been told it's better for stay silent, to keep my peace.

in other words, you're undeserving of my voice reaching your ears or my inked lines scrawling apart for your gaze. i agree, though a part of me is full of anger and wishes to shove it in your face so you know i don't just sit idly, taking everything you throw in my face.

i've written and rewritten my words over and over and over in my phone— figuring out what's best for me to say and how best to say it, which way i want to come across to you in such a manner where you wouldn't have the guts to come to me again... under false pretenses, with a mask donned. i still don't know how to word my emotions but i do know that you anger me. the thought of you angers me. the memory of you sending me a text message of assumptions and vile words on what you deem me as anger me. you piss me off, honestly, and i want you to know.

you don't really have a place in my house any longer, lonely water lily. the pond by my door will end up as a dried up ditch and i'll have to transfer you out somewhere further from me. this is a huge step for me, something i've never truly done— as my door will always be open for people i've fought with or i have lingering anger or upset towards because i believe, wholeheartedly, that if two people want it then it shall be so. i will always be kind to anyone who wanders near me again, who thinks a chance is close by, and i will always let them in.

you don't think so, though— ah, no. you don't think i'm really capable of being genuinely kind, right? but what truly gives you the right to know what i am and who i am? in what era are you stuck in? you think you know me well enough to call me someone who's "not good" but you hardly know me at all if that's what you think. i didn't know you either, though i wasn't delusional enough to think otherwise; no, i knew that the you of the past is not the you of now. i wanted to meet the you of now, the person that everyone said "he's changed, too". i suppose we differ there... the scale of maturity is glaringly obvious, isn't it? ^^

i hope, one day, you're able to get over yourself. i hope, one day, you're able to see how contradictory and hypocritical you are— you find comfort in large groups as you always have, running to where noise is loudest so you feel distracted and comforted. you show off your friends even more than i do, though i hardly do such things and none of my friends feel as though i show them off for the sake of showing off. you shove the fact that you have friends down our throats- keeping them in your dns, matching dns on your own, rts upon rts, creating mini conversations amidst bigger gatherings... all in such hypocritical act... how could you call me fake when you do the very things you hate me doing? i may not know your intentions but you never knew mine and you still called me fake, did you not? you assumed you knew me well enough to call me a horrible person, didn't you? so is it suddenly wrong of me to do the same when you did it? it's okay if you do it but not me?

oh, please.

i used to run away but you gave me shit for it and now you run from your problems. you think you can say what you want and promptly block— when you used to talk big about communication and hating when people would run. hypocrisy at its finest, darling. you may hate me again (over and over and over... aren't you tired of never trying to break your cycle?) but just know that i, frankly, do not care.

i've stopped caring when it comes to you. i live peacefully when you're not around me; it was like stepping on glass and not knowing which shard would fatally injure me. it was like a minefield around you— which bomb would go off? god fucking knew. i'd rather never be around you ever again. i hope you stay far from me and that we only ever see each other for schedules— even then, i hope you keep your distance.

"i'm glad you can't help but to be yourself. it shows me who you really are and i don't want that person in my life" to you as well. ^^