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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Can I request a fic? 😇 Today is my birthday and I can't imagine how amazing it would to celebrate it with the best bf Frankie!! He doesn't even have to buy anything just having him would be the best gift 🥺

Also the birthday sex would be a plus too lol

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AN | I am so sorry for how long this took bb, but I hope you had a wonderful birthday! 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Smut [fingering], 18+ Only

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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When you woke up, you were disappointed to find the other side of the bed empty. It caused a small sigh to escape your lips, despite the fact that you knew that only meant he was in some other part of the house. His side of the bed was cold, signaling that he’d been long gone. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly disappointed by the fact that you didn’t wake up on your birthday with Frankie next to you.

Before you could make it out of bed, you heard the telltale creak of the stairs a few moments before the door was opened. You looked up in surprise, finding your boyfriend beaming at you with a tray in his hands. Your mouth opened in surprise as took in his boyish smile and the delicious smell of coffee, bacon, waffles, and eggs.

“Happy birthday, Honey Bee,” he sing-sang as he walked in, trying to keep from dropping everything. You scooted over to make room for him to sit and place the tray down, “I hoped to be back before you woke up.”

“I woke up a few moments ago,” you leaned over and kissed him, letting your lips linger against his in a saccharine moment of bliss, “you’ve got perfect timing. You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I wanted to,” grabbing a piece of waffle, he stuffed into his mouth as you giggled at him, “it’s also selfish, because I wanted breakfast too.”

“A win-win,” you grabbed your coffee, prepared just the way you like it and took a long sip, letting it soothe your tired soul, “delicious. Thank you, love. You’ve already made this a wonderful day.”

“And to think, I still have a few surprises left for you,” his heart melted a little bit when your expression softened and your smile turned megawatt, “I-I hope that’s okay, baby. That I planned our day out.”

“More than okay,” you promised. This was your first birthday spent together, since you’d only been dating a little less than a year. You truly hadn’t expected anything, let alone something so thoughtful, “I…Francisco, this is wonderful. It’s more than I could ever ask for - no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

“Well, I’m glad to be able to do it for you,” he kissed the side of your head before pushing the tray towards you, “I love you very much. But right now, it’s time to eat and then we’ve got to get ready for adventure time. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed happily, “hey Frankie?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you very much too,” you promised and you spied a pretty flush of red coloring his cheeks.

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Frankie’s day of surprises included a few things he wasn’t sure if he’d hit the mark or you’d find boring. He could have taken you to a museum dedicated to different types of salt and you would have been more than happy. But when he revealed that the first stop was the local animal conservatory, you’d almost jumped up and down and squealed in delight. You’d been wanting to go forever but the opportunity never presented itself…until today.

You spent the morning and early part of the afternoon visiting the different animals, taking lots of pictures - including some candids of Frankie that you loved - and eventually left with you holding on tightly to a new stuffed panda bear. You’d jokingly called it your son and dubbed Frankie the father, which had caused him to laugh, but had also caused him to experience an entirely different feeling that he was trying his best to push down. There was no way he needed to be thinking about you pregnant with his child just yet.

Afterwards, he’d made it a point to stop at your favorite little cafe for lunch, both of you indulging in sugary drinks and treats. He’d picked a pretty flower that he had seen on the short walk from the car to the cafe and placed it behind your ear. The sweet little gesture had caused your heart to feel full to bursting at the sweet little gesture.

Once you were both fully stuffed and on a sweet, sugar high, it was a stop at the botanical gardens. It was a place that was both tranquil and romantic, and the two of you walked through all of it, holding hands and admiring the beauty of it all. You were focused on plants and flowers and gardens, but Frankie was stunned by you in turn. He found it a Herculean task to focus on anything but you. To him, you were the prettiest flower in the entire place.

By the time the sun started to set, he’d almost dragged you to his truck, not telling you just exactly what he was up to. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your lap, holding your hand. You’d been looking out the window and started to slowly drift to sleep as the soft music lulled you to slumber.

By the time you’d woken up, you were at the beach, the sun starting to set and cast brilliant and buttery golds and oranges on the horizon. You suddenly felt wide awake as Frankie came over and opened your door to help you out. He reached into the bed and grabbed out a soft, thick blanket and wasted no time in leading you down to the sandy shore. A soft, comfortable silence settled over the two of you as you sat down next to each other, hands brushing but not quite touching.

“This is beautiful,” you whispered as you leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. He inhaled sharply, his heart still pitter-pattering nervously at your display of affection. Despite the increasing amount of time you’d been together, you still managed to make him nervous and feel like a shy boy.

“Yeah,” he agreed, soft-spoken as he wrapped an arm around your waist, “it is. So are you.”

“Such a flatterer,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder, “you’re pretty too, just so you know, Francisco. Thank you for a wonderful day.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he promised, “two options for dinner - we can go somewhere fancy of your choosing, or we can go home and be lazy and order take out. What sounds good to you?”

“Both,” you mused for a moment, “but going home and being lazy sounds perfect. But only if cheesy movies are on the menu too!”

“As if that was up for debate,” he snorted in amusement, “alright - lazy night it is. Whatever you want, Honey bee.”

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"This was a good idea," your current situation was you, curled up on the couch, legs resting on Frankie's lap. He was tracing aimless and gentle shapes on your calves, an intimate gesture that made you want to close your eyes and surrender to sleep. But both of you were half paying attention to the movie playing in the background, stuffed on delicious pizza, salad, and breadsticks.

Just because your mind was fuzzy with food fullness, you were hyper-aware of one Frankie Morales. How he was lazily touching you, stealing hungry looks along with sugary sweet smiles, offering soft words and comments as he divided his attention between you and the movie. Every little touch was electric, sending shivers down your body as you tried to mentally tell him to go further. You wished he could just read your mind and -

“Bee?” you hadn’t realized just how deeply you were lost in your head until you found him watching with an intent expression and a mischievous glint in those big brown eyes, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you lied, your entire face warming up under this intense gaze, “just…zoned out.”

“Sure baby…” he wasn’t believing your lies for a moment. He could see right through you and you were both hyper aware of it all, “tell me. What’s really on your mind?”

“T-touch,” you managed to choke out as he kept stroking the soft skin of your leg, “touch me, Frankie. Please.”

“I should have known that’s what you wanted,” he teased, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips so he could press a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “but I am touching you…I’ve been touching you.”

“You know what I mean,” you pouted at him, shifting so you could move closer to him. You shuffled along the big couch and almost crawled into his lap. His large hands found your waist as he finished what you started and he pulled you onto him. You beamed happily as your dark haired and honeyed puppy of a boyfriend looked at you with the softest eyes. You leaned in and pressed your forehead against his, “hi.”

“Hi beautiful,” he took your face in his large hands and peppered soft, barely there kisses all over your forehead, cheeks, and nose before stopping at your lips, “I hope you had a good birthday, Bee.”

“I did,” you promised, nudging your nose against his, “it might have been one of the best birthdays ever. You are…wonderful.”

“So are you,” he relaxed slightly once you reassured him that he hadn’t completely blown your birthday. He wondered if it would be enough, if you would be happy without something more material. But he knew you were a kind, tender-hearted person and that material things weren’t ever on the forefront of your mind, “and while it’s still your birthday, I want to ask you if there is anything else you would like today.”

“You,” it was a soft, breathy little request whispered against his lips and he made a small sound in the back of his throat, “just you. That’s all I ever need. Will you touch me, Frankie?”

“Y-yes,” he nodded before sliding his hand up the back of your neck and bringing you back to his lips. He kissed you until you were dizzied and breathless, your chest rising and falling rapidly against his. Frankie pulled back for a moment, admiring the blissed out look on your face. He dragged his lips across your jaw and down your neck, gently biting and sucking at your delicate skin to leave soft lavender lovebites. There was something about that made you feel like a teenager, but you always loved when he marked you; you liked letting the world know you were his. His fingertips skimmed the hem of your shirt, “you make the prettiest fucking noises, baby.”

“They’re even prettier when you actually touch me,” you grinned as he lifted up your shirt and gently pulled it off and tossed it to the side. The cool air hit your skin and caused you to lean into him to steal some of his warmth. He kissed along your collarbones, languidly dipping his head lower and lower, “you’re such a tease.”

“I’m just taking my time,” you could feel him smiling against your skin, “admiring the beautiful artwork.”

“Such a sweet talker,” your teasing was swallowed into a moan as he dipped lower and lavished your breasts with attention, “and normally I would appreciate that, but right now I would really like it if you touched me.”

“I am touching you,” oh he was being smart now, “where else do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“Right here,” you reached for his hand and pulled it towards your clothed core, “please.”

“I can do that,” he pushed your loose shorts to the side, along with your underwear before slowly dragging a finger through your soaked folds, “so wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“More,” you were already mewling at his touch, slowly rutting your hips into his hand, “want to cum on your fingers.”

“That’s just the first thing you’ll be cumming on tonight,” he rubbed gentle circles on your clit as you closed your eyes at the sensation, already feeling that delicious warmth spreading through your veins, “so, so pretty.”

“Frankie,” the way his name dripped from your lips was enough to make him weak, “feels good.”

“Yeah?” his voice was husky as he slowly pushed a thick finger into your dripping entrance. You grabbed onto one of his arms and held it tightly at the feeling of the stretch his finger presented, “think you handle more?”

“Yes,” you promised, your mouth dropping open at the feeling of another feeling being added, while he used his thumb to touch your sensitive clit. He kissed you, swallowing up all your soft little moans as you rocked your hips into his touch, “so good, Frankie.”

“Can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he murmured as he tried to keep from cumming in his pants at the feeling and sight of you perched in his lap, “such a perfect, pretty cunt. Gonna cum for me, baby? Cum all over my fingers.”

“Yeah,” you squeezed your eyes shut as that coil started to snap as you slowly came apart, “fuck, Frankie. S-so good.”

“That’s right,” you squeezed his shoulders as you came on his fingers, practically seeing stars as he worked you through it, cooing sweet praise into your ear, “my beautiful, wonderful girl. I love you so much.”

Once you calmed down and slowed down your breathing you slumped against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You pressed a gentle row of kisses to his jaw, “I love you too. But I believe I was promised even more…”

“Oh yeah,” his grin was cheeky, “that was just the start baby. Why don’t we head to the bedroom for a little more?”

“Lead the way, Francisco,” you grinned, “thank you for making this a wonderful day.”

“Happy birthday, baby.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pp

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bihansthot · 1 year

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HI!! It has been a long time since I logged into tumblr and when I did I got a notification of your post. Sorry for what happened (I got the notification the day you posted that but I’m still trying to get used to be active) .. I’m a bit late so sorry for that but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! And I feel like I missed a lot of stuff… how are you feeling? How’s Denny? Love you and sending hugs to your way! 🤍

Thank you so much for the happy birthday love! I’m so sorry for taking so long to get back to you, life has just been so crazy that the days I don’t spend at the hospital I just spend catching up on sleep. My anemia has been bad on top of everything else so I’ve been extra sleepy, my elevated anxiety doesn’t help either, basically I’ve been a mess. I’ve been holding things together really well though, I actually talked to my therapist for the first time in well over a year today and she was super proud of me for how well I’ve been handling the whole situation. May 10th we’ll finally know what’s going on with my liver and then I get a nice break until just routine appointments in June. So phew! Finally a break in all this craziness. I’ve been feeling a lot better despite everything, my trintellix plus the REXULTI has been a total game changer, despite the medical crisis I haven’t been this happy since Jäger was alive. My therapist also put me on modafinil which has also been a total game changer, it’s for fatigue and I have so much more energy now it’s crazy, when my CMV was really at its peak I barely had the energy to walk from my bed to the living room, now I feel up to walking Denny again!

Speaking of Denny thank you for asking about him! He’s doing fantastic! He got an A+ checkup at the Vet a few months ago and we’ve been taking him to the local dog park. He’s a little shy around the other dogs but he loves running after balls so he has a great time while we’re there and it’s really mentally good for me. I was never able to take Jäger to dog parks because he was too protective of me, he growled and barked at my own Mom if she got too close to me, so other dogs were a no-no, he was also attacked by a full grown Doberman as a puppy so he just wasn’t a fan, but I always felt guilty not being able to let him run around. Sure I took him for super long walks, I was in the best shape of my life with him and on my days off we routinely went for 5 miles walks, so he got plenty of exercise but he never really got to play, except with my parents dog Fuzzy who he loved because he was raised with him. Anyway trying to get back to the point I’m so grateful I’m able to give Denny something I always wanted for Jäger but didn’t know how to safely do. So I feel wonderful after the dog park because Denny has so much fun and it’s something I get to do just for him.

So yeah it’s been a really crazy and stressful few weeks and things aren’t done quite yet but things are going as well as they can and I’m just so happy not to be in the hospital. I can deal with whatever they throw at me so long as I can go home to my partner (my husband is nonbinary and I’m very awful at forgetting they prefer this term but I’m trying to do better) and Denny and sleep on my own bed. I hope everything has been good for you!

Oh we got a beautiful new sofa too! So here’s Denny modeling it!

#sol life #pupdate #Denny #golden retriver puppy #golden retriever #dogs of tumblr #sleepy baby #doggo #good pupper #medical problems

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razorsadness · 2 years

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Last week started out pretty well. I got a lot of work (paid day-job stuff) done; took my kids to the library for therapy dog reading time, took them to the park to birdwatch (we saw so many woodpeckers, both downy and red-bellied). I took a lot of walks and wrote a lot and read a lot.

C. and I had a sweet discussion about relationships. He asked me if he could have a girlfriend and I said that one day, when he’s older, and he meets a girl he’s into who’s into him, he can have a girlfriend. Then I said that he’s a long way off from dating, though, and that in the meantime he just needed to make friends with people, girls and boys. He said “okay,” paused, then said: “Does that mean I can have a girlfriend and a boyfriend someday?!” I said: “If you want to, then absolutely.” But internally I was screaming: “Oh my god, he’s gonna be bi and poly!!!!” Obviously I know that kids say and do all kinds of things that have no bearing on their identity or life, but it still made me smile. Later on that day, he said he wanted Spider-Man to be his boyfriend someday, which was also super cute. (And of course made me think of both the Bi-Der Man meme, and Andrew Garfield saying he’d wanted to play Spider-Man/Peter Parker as bi.)

There was one day when C. seemed like maybe he was coming down with something, and I got a little worried, but then he seemed fine, so I thought it was just a fluke.

Friday morning, I woke up feeling good. I thought P. and I would finally be able to fuck that night (we hadn’t had sex in a week and a half; first he had a backache, then I had some genital irritation which I did not want to make worse). But then C. was acting really weird, like saying he needed a nap after only being awake for two hours, and his eyes looked really glassy, and his forehead felt warm. I checked his temperature, and sure enough, it was slightly elevated. He only got worse from there.

Well, whatever he had has since made its way through the everyone in the house. It’s not CoViD. We’ve taken multiple CoViD tests over the course of the past four days, and all of them have been negative. I know antigen tests aren’t as reliable as PCR tests, but last April when we did have CoViD, the tests showed positive as soon as we were symptomatic. Plus, with CoViD I had insane body aches, fatigue, and brain fog, and have had none of that with this virus. (Well, not much. There’s always a little fatigue with any virus, but this is nothing compared to CoViD fatigue.) But we’re treating it basically the same way, anyway. Quarantining, resting as much as possible, megadosing on vitamins.

The first few days after we started coming down with it, P. and I felt pretty good, and we said: “Oh, maybe we got really mild cases!” I guess we jinxed it, because as of Monday evening, it got a lot worse for both of us. Still not the sickest I’ve ever been, but it’s no fun.

Worst parts of the past five days:

I had to pass on a really well-paying freelance gig, because the deadline was the end of this week, and I knew I’d be too sick to do it well, and taking care of sick kiddos on top of it so I wouldn’t have the time.

Obviously, P. and I have not gotten to have sex. It’s been over two weeks now! I know in the grand scheme of things that’s not a long time, but for us, it kinda is.

The being sick itself. All the phlegm and snot, oh my fucking god. It is endless.

My nose is chapped! My lips are chapped!

Not being able to keep my house clean/picked up. I’m not a clean or neat freak, but in recent months I’ve realized I do better if we keep up a baseline of organization and cleanliness, and we’ve been staying pretty on top of it. But this week, what with being sick, we’ve done dishes and laundry as needed, plus general wiping down of surfaces with disinfectant, and everything else has fallen by the wayside.

I am so fucking tired. Not like, fatigue-tired, but like, I haven’t been sleeping well despite my best intentions. Because either the kids keep me up half the night so I can tend to their ailments, or I just can’t sleep because I’m either blowing my nose or spitting out phlegm every two seconds. And last night was the full moon, and I can never sleep when it’s a full moon, sick or no.

I started feeling bad about my Career and my Life and Myself, thinking: “Ugh, I’m a failure at everything and I’m old and hideous and everything is terrible now and is gonna be terrible forever.” Fortunately, I nipped it in the bud quickly, remembering that I always get depressed about myself/my life when I’m sick, and that it is not the right time to be taking stock of anything.

Best parts of the past five days:

On Sunday, when I still thought this might be a mild cold, I was able to attend the Four Queens online writing workshop. I wrote some stuff, and got lots of great ideas for current and future projects. And I just really liked what Mathias had to say about attention and astonishment.

I’ve been taking Mathias’ words to heart. Even as I’ve been sick, I’ve been taking time every day to step outside or at least look outside, or even look at something inside, and pay deep attention and feel astonished, and that’s led to even more lists and ideas and scraps; more mulch for future writings.

I’ve been spending as much of my time as possible reading books or watching videos and films. And basically everything I’ve been watching and reading has been by and/or about queer and trans folks. Books I’ve read: A Minor Chorus by Billy-Ray Belcourt, Feral City by Jeremiah Moss, and IRL by Tommy Pico. Things I’ve watched: The film of Abigail Thorn’s play The Prince, Chris McKim’s documentary Wojnarowicz: Fuck You Faggot Fucker, and Caelan Conrad and Jessie Gender’s newest video essays on YouTube. I highly recommend all of it.

I’ve been drinking a lot of tea. I’ve been mostly foregoing cold medicine and having a hot toddy every evening instead. When I have tried the cold meds they just haven’t helped very much, or not enough anyway, and I find that a good hot toddy helps just as much. Plus, hot toddies taste better and are more enjoyable than cold meds. And there’s no way I’m gonna take cold meds and drink at the same time. Twenty years ago, back when I used to take severe liver damage may occur as less of a warning, more of a challenge? Sure, I mixed meds and booze. But back then I simultaneously still hoped to/thought I would die young, and also kinda thought I was fuckin’ invincible. Now I’m (comparatively) old and would like to live a lot longer, thank you, so I’m not going to risk it.

Today I made myself ramen for lunch—just instant ramen, but I tried this technique I learned that makes it taste better, and also added chopped scallions, a splash of soy sauce and a splash of chili oil, and I topped it with a fried egg. Then I took a long, hot aromatherapy bubble bath. Then I drank tonight’s hot toddy, and cooked dinner while listening to my favorite radio station. Every year on International Women’s Day they play only women/women-fronted bands and artists all day. The DJ tonight did a whole block (two songs each) of Alanis Morissette followed by Garbage followed by Ani DiFranco, and it was like, holy flashback to middle school thru early college, Batman! (I mean that in the best possible sense.) Then we changed the sheets on all the beds, and now I’m lying in bed, finishing this entry, and feeling better than I’ve felt since Monday. I’m cautiously optimistic that I’m actually on the mend.

Other things:

Saturn has moved into Pisces, and it’s intense.

I have a wee little crush on someone. They are currently On The Road, and I’ve been looking up photos of places they’re currently in. I realized that this is actually fairly common for me. Be it friend, family, crush, lover, acquaintance even…if I am thinking of someone who lives away from me, and/or is traveling, I look up photographs of where they currently are. It’s sort of a way to see what they’re seeing, maybe in that way sort of feel what they’re feeling. And it’s sort of the opposite of a postcard. A postcard is sending someone a piece of where you are, saying wish you were here. This thing I do is finding a piece of where someone I care for is, thinking wish I was there.

I was thinking about K. the other day. Sent her a message to say I think of her often, and I hope she’s well. She has not responded, and I’m not surprised nor do I blame her. For three years, she tried so so hard to be close with me, and I really didn’t let her in. I wanted to, but I was also afraid, and there were several other factors. And she eventually gave up. And, as I said, I don’t blame her. I send her messages a few times a year, to let her know I still think of her. I wish she’d respond, but at this point in my life I’d rather have people know I care even if they don’t reciprocate.

We’re hunkering down for a winter storm that’s due within the next couple days. I want it to be spring, but despite the returning birds and the daffodil shoots, it’s still officially winter for the next two weeks.

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x-woozi · 2 years

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Written in the Stars

Part 13

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Summary: It’s something about the beginning of the school year that makes you forget a lot of other important things. It’s a good thing you can always count of your friends when you are in need of last minute assistance or even a simple distraction or help to notice the feeling you didn’t realize you still had for someone or that they had for you.

A/n: okay It’s here I’m so sorry for the wait these last few weeks were.. a mess, but I will be back to update regularly again.

Taglist: @kirooz @kpopjackie @enhacolor @knucklesdeepmingi

It really was a beautiful night. It was a clear night and not too many people rushing around. There was a breeze cool enough to make you wish you had brought some kind of jacket or cover up, but you tried not to show it as you made it closer to the river.

“Hey so I never asked how it's been living with the three stooges,” Seungcheol chuckled. “Any more near-death experiences?”

“Don’t call them that,” you tried defending them though you couldn’t fully deny how fitting it was. “It’s been sort of calm honestly. We’ve all been pretty busy so it’s not too bad, especially after being informed of all the ‘rules’ for living with them.” After the candle incident you made sure to memorize and follow almost everything on that list.

“Huh, I’m just surprised no one has been seriously injured between them, including you too now I guess,” he laughed and briefly placed his hand on your back. Another small act, but mixed with the slight chill and the thoughts from earlier in the day had more flooding in, and it sent a shiver through you as you tried pushing them back. “Oh I’m sorry, are you cold?” he asked, starting to pull his flannel off.

You tried to wave your hands to stop him, “No it’s okay, really just the breeze got me for a second.”

Despite your weak protest he wrapped it around you keeping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer as he rubbed your arms to help warm you. “Come on now, I can’t have you surviving your current living situation and then get you sick because we stayed out for a walk without a jacket for you.”

“That’s a bit dramatic don’t you think? Plus I’m not ‘surviving’ my living situation, I'm really enjoying it, though I’m sure it could be better at sometimes” which was true, sometimes it got a little too loud for your liking in the middle of the night or you had to play the mediator when they boys started arguing too much, which happened more often than you would have liked.

He rolled his eyes slightly loosening his grip on you allowing another breeze to rush through you sending out another shiver. “Okay we probably shouldn’t stay out much longer if you’re this cold.”

“What no,” you disagreed, possibly too quickly, “I mean it’s still so nice out and plus we haven’t done this a long time.”

“We go out a lot though I think, with everyone,” he trailed off a bit at the end looking more towards the ground

You gave a small shrug, “Yeah we do but not like we used to you know, before everyone started going with us.” You paused for a minute thinking of how it might actually sound to him as he dropped his arms to his sides. Did that sound weird? Fuck maybe I can fix it, you thought and started to back track, “not that I mind it, I love hanging with the guys as a group. It’s just not like it used to be, just us.” Fuck it I give up.

“I had been thinking the same thing lately actually,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “it’s just different now, I mean our schedules haven’t exactly been lined up I guess.”

Our schedules? I haven’t been doing shit, except hanging with the guys without him. You slipped your arms through the shirt still just hanging around you, “Well we can fix that,” you hugged yourself before continuing, “if we wanted to, that is.”

He was quiet for a minute as you walked before he pulled you off the sidewalk to take a seat on a bench facing the river. It was a beautiful view, the buildings slowly losing light as people went home, the buzzing of cars passing through them, the rumbling of the river with faint stars above. It was impossible to focus on it when all you could think was how this conversation would end or where it would lead, the feelings from the past still trying to creep in. I don’t still have feelings for him, I can’t, but what if-

“Let's set a date.” Seungcheol suggested breaking your thoughts.

You turned to him, “a date?”

He quickly cleared his throat, “yeah a day for just us to go do something.”

“Like, a best friend date?” you hesitated on the words, feeling like you just secured yourself in the friend zone, again.

“Yeah something like that.”

Something like that? Does he? No, stop, I can't do that. Not again. You feigned a smile, “I think that's a great idea.” It wasn’t that you didn’t mean it, but the circumstances are a bit off and slightly confusing.

“Okay so I think Wednesdays should be our day,” he smiled. You could see a bit of the excitement on his face.

“Oh you wanted to do it every week?” you questioned. More concerned for yourself and the helpless thoughts floating around.

His smile faltered a little, “It doesn’t have to be I just-

“No no it’s okay, Wednesdays will be ours.” you swayed to softly bump into his shoulder with a smile.

You stayed there a while longer just people watching, remembering how simple life used to be when you were younger. How easy it was to just be there not really worrying about anything in particular and how different and difficult everything has become. The two of you started to reminisce on ‘the old days’ all the fun and trouble you used to get into and the way Sujin always wanted to tag along and only you would let her. You remembered after the first time you started catching feelings for Seungcheol, she had acted as your buffer helping you move past it. Not wanting to ruin that relationship with him, pulling back on your feelings and adding a bit of distance between you before being okay with staying his friend. But now she’s encouraging it and you can’t help but to wonder what if. All you can think now is that if it happens it happens and if it doesn’t then you’d be okay with it like you were before.

“So what did you want to do then?” he asked bringing you back to make real plans.

“Huh?” you hadn’t realized when or how long you had zoned out.

He just laughed, “ah same y/n always off in your own world.” He lifted a hand and ruffled your hair a bit, “On Wednesday, what do you want to do?”

“Hey I can’t help it,” you said, swatting his hand away, fixing your hair while you thought. “Well I have class in the morning so we can get lunch and go from there?”

“There’s nothing you want to do?” Cheol asked, bumping his shoulder with yours, “no new movies? Parks? Zoo? Aquarium? Planetarium? Nothing?”

You laughed shaking your head “you’re listing things like I’m a child, I’m not sure yet we’ll just have to see, who knows what we’ll actually feel like doing by then”

“You say it like its so far away. You think you’ll be too tired from you ‘super busy’ week you’re not going to want to do anything?” He asked teasingly before his smile turned into a pout, “you know if you’re already planning to cancel on me you could just say that.”

You can’t help but to roll your eyes at him, he’s always annoyingly adorable when he thought he wasn’t going to get his way for something. The way his eyes got so round and his pouty frown, it made you want to scream at how easy it was for him to switch his features so quickly and be cuter than he already was. “Stop, that's not what I meant and you know it, plus you’re busy too. Who’s to say it’s you that won’t bail on me?”

“You know I would never do that,” he had to stop himself when you quickly raised your brows at him knowing there had been a few times he had. “Well besides that one, no two? I don’t know but there were real reasons why”

After Snickering at his pitiful defense, you sighed, “it’s fine, and I won’t cancel on you, okay? I’m just not sure what I’ll feel like doing”

Another breeze came, a little colder than the last, making you hold yourself a little tighter before Seungcheol could notice only he felt it too this time. He draped his arm around you again pulling you closer, instinctively you laid your head on his shoulder before you could think about it. Everything was a habit with him at this point, it happens growing up with someone, feeling like they could be your other half. Other half? No. Platonically? Maybe, because he doesn’t… not really..

He gently rested his head on yours shortly after your last thought, and you stayed that way just a little longer closing your eyes to help yourself push back more thoughts.

If only you knew he was in a similar state of mind. He was pretty good at hiding it, but his mind was always racing not wanting to make his own feelings obvious. It was the same situation you were in years ago. Neither of you wanted to just take the chance and end up ruining the relationship you have, even though he really wanted something more. He was just as unsure of your feelings as you were of his.

You weren’t sure when, but you had fallen asleep and woken up to him whispering your name, “I think it’s time we get you home.”

“Sorry I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was,” You sat up brushing your hair behind your ear before checking the time on your phone. “How long was I asleep?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “20 minutes maybe? That's usually how long it takes for you to start snoring.”

Your jaw dropped “I do not snore”

“Right, I guess I was just hearing weird things then,” he laughed, shaking his head at you, “Come on let's take you home.” He stood with his hand out to help you up from the bench.

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and letting him link arms with you so you could stay leaned against his shoulder as you drug your feet home. This didn’t last very long because after the third time you tripped over your foot he let out a heavy sigh, “okay how about a piggyback ride?” stopping in front of you.

You looked at him confused, "Why would we do that? It's still a 15-minute walk back to my place.”

“Because if you trip again, you might bring us both down,” he argued, eyebrows raised. “Plus, it was a long day for you, I know how tired you really are.”

You gave a reluctant nod before he knelt with his back to you, making it easier for you to get on his back. “Okay but when I get too heavy, I don’t want to hear you complain, you asked for it.”

“I’m not going to complain, trust me. You’re not as heavy as you think you are.” He countered lifting you fully with a little bounce for him to get a better hold on your legs.

You wrapped your arms around him laying your head on your arm only partially against his head, “Yeah yeah Mr. Muscles I get it. But are you going to be okay getting home after?”

He let out a huff of air at the name, you could see a smile form at the corner of his mouth “I should be fine, if anything I can call for a ride.”

“Or stay the night, you know it wouldn’t be an issue, there’s always a way to make room.” As soon as the words left your lips you internally recoiled, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s stayed over with you or vice versa and it would be the same as it used to be. The only thing you worried about this time was your thoughts and where they would take you.

“I love that you’re staying at someone else’s place and are telling me like it’s your own.”

“Hey, they’re your friends too and you know they don’t care.”

“I’ll consider it, if I need to.”

“Okay” you yawned out. You stayed quiet for most of the trip back. He was right you were tired, all you wanted was to crawl into bed. Well, you wouldn’t necessarily call it a bed it was the pull-out couch in the living room. At the same time, you didn’t want this, whatever it was that was happening, to be over. Yeah, we have plans on Wednesday, but plans change, thinking to yourself. What if it’s not even close to what I’m hoping for. You confused yourself with your own thoughts, not being completely sure what it was that you were hoping for anymore. All you knew was you missed this, but you were tired of getting your hopes up and being set back again. You wouldn’t let yourself. Not this time.

“You asleep back there?” he asked breaking the silence, as he reached the front door to the boy’s apartment.

“Sorry I almost was,” you lied, your mind was racing the entire time. “you still think you’ll make it home safe?”

He crouched down again for you to slide off his back. “I’ll be okay, it’s not too far.”

You both stretched before you gave him a short hug, “Okay then at least let me know when you get there.” He only nodded in response, “I mean it Cheol, you better let me know. Don’t make me stay up worrying when you could’ve just stayed and been safe.”

“Okay okay,” he laughed placing his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll let you know when I make it home don’t worry, now go inside.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he said and went inside. As soon as you were in you threw yourself on the couch not bothering to pull out the bed. You just laid there rethinking everything from the day as you waited for Seungcheol to text you.

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chill-chikku · 2 months

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Ppl often think working as a Dollar Store like employee is easy bc the stores are often messy and bad and the employees apathetic or rude.

I work at a…General sort of Dollar store. In a very small town 4-5 hours from Chicago and an hour and a half from any major cities.

So, this What I do for 14.75 an hour as a part time keyholder (just above cashier):

As a keyholder I an open and close the store, handle and create deposits, balance registers, do pick ups, void transactions, tell the cashier what needs done, and do refunds. Most of what I do is mandated to me from the 2 managers.

Other stuff:

Freight rolltainers (huge metal carts full of boxes of product) and organize it into their homes or label it for overstock and stack it in a certain way on an empty rolltainer.

Corporate also mandates that we finish 1 for every hour of our shift(these are boxes that vary from 1lb to 20lb to 50lb). Eight hours shift = 7 Rt, no less than 6.

Thankfully, my store manager and assistant manager are not insane and instead expect 2-3 done from whoever isn’t on register depending on the day, and they also do everything I do plus a lot of paperwork shit, so they are in the same boat.

Assistant manager gets paid 18 an hour, SM is salaried and I think she had it worse despite making more technically.

Anyways, I’m also Rotating and recovering the stock in several aisles from 5pm till an hour till close (9pm for us) to check for expired foods and make the products look good on the shelves and be in their proper place.

We are also getting ready for upcoming Inventory which means recovery has to be done extra well.

I also have to make time to do proper pick ups(if a register is over 260 it’s a dangerous life for robbery) at the registers.

I’m also cleaning incident messes and helping customers find things and if it’s just me in the store, checking them out

(we don't have a self checkout. Too much shrink, according to corporate).

Then I do things like clear sky shelves, damages (recording everything that has expired or been damaged with a little computer scanner and then throwing it away) and culling produce.

Keep in mind It’s only 2 ppl in the store (3 at most which is always a relief) except Fridays after truck delivery Thursday morning.

Not to mention if it's fresh truck day and we have to unload all the frozen and cold goods within 2 hours or they will go bad. Thankfully now that the crew is larger, we’ve been able to bring ppl in for part of the day for that.

We also check in vendors, scan fed ex packages drop off and pick up, break down boxes and stack them in empty rolktainers, fold up rolltainers we aren’t using and take them outside to be collected on truck day.

Then there's totes which is like boxes of filler stuff that doesn't come in boxes, like medicine and toothpaste and what not that doesn't have enough volume per shipment to be efficiently transported in a box.

Get at least 15 every Thursday shipment.

So, Every truck day we get like 10-13 rolltainers and at least a dozen totes. All of them are mandated to be done by the end of Saturday.

It used to be way worse when I started. only 1 person in store most of the time (2 at night bc it's legally required)

doing all of the above

And I’m sure I missed a few things

I almost quit a few times, but I literally have no job alternative at the moment since I can’t transport mysekg. (I can’t even work from home, internet here is terrible)

thank god we got some very competent team members on board (shout out to my AM ur a real one) and now things are much much much smoother.

Anyways all that to say, that store is bad and the employees apathetic bc they are each expected to do the work of at least 2-3 people.

It’s almost impossible to catch up if you don’t have a superhuman manager or two who can figure out how to positively motivate everyone despite the low pay.

I think my motive is:

1. I need money.

2. We are the only grocery store in town and very important for our poor, disabled, and elderly in the community.

3. I am absurdly obsessed with being perceived as useful, responsible, and having a strong work ethic.

4. I feel awful if I make a mistake or slack off bc it always means a coworker has to fix it or do what I was supposed to do. Especially with such a small crew.

And honest to god?

I don’t even dislike what I do! In fact I have found myself enjoying the challenges that come with being a shift leader and working out how to get things done and prioritizing things.

Plus it’s all very in the moment, makes me think on my feet, but with a lot of rules and guidelines to fall back on and extrapolate from.

I even like all the manual labor! I like having a reason to move around, I like organizing things and making them look neat!

Plus? I am an extroverted freak who loves helping customers and chatting with them and getting to know the ppl in the community! I really do care how they are doing! It’s a privilege to be in a small town and get to talk to people all day!!!

It’s just the understaffing and the low pay that gets me! I can’t even be mad about other stores bc it’s hard doing all that work.

I’m also single and childless. If I had kids to think about and a partner to consider and more bills to worry about on top of being overworked for low pay? All my enjoyment I do have would be sucked away.

So…I can’t be mad about other similar stores having apathetic employees and messy stores. Behind the scenes they are peony constantly scrambling to keep the doors open and paychecks secure.

#dollar tree #dollar general #work talk #exploitative companies #grocery store #General store #I’ll probably stick with this store if I can #while I keep plugging away at self improvement and art #almost burnt out a few times but I’m getttng better at balancing things #and prioritizing my energy and time

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futuregleaming · 2 years

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So far, Leiko had come up with a few choice words to describe the location she found herself in now. Cluttered was the first, dingy also came to mind pretty quickly. Pungent was a close contender as well. Not that it smelled like the trash heap it looked like, but more in the sense that she could smell the distinct odor of burnt metal and static in the air. She supposed that more than anything was a clear indicator of what she was in for.

That being said though, she wasn’t actually permitted to be in the main “shop” area, if you could call it that. Really, it just resembled a slightly more organized landfill. When dealing with things that weren’t exactly legal, you had to go where people didn’t want to look, and that was exactly why this spot was perfect, despite everything.

Moreover, the proprietor was certainly a... specimen. Eccentric for sure, not to mention the fact that she seemed to be about her age. This didn’t discount her credibility, Leiko was something of a prodigy herself, but it made her wonder what led the poor girl to a life like this.

“So, um, Sprocket,” that name was going to take some getting used to. “I’m still not really sure how all of this is supposed to like, go down, you know? I mean, I know what the end result is supposed to be, but all we’ve done is sit in this little room and do tests. No offense, but it kinda just feels like a checkup.”

“Listen babe,” Jules shot back. “I might be a crazy inventor living in a pit, but I ain’t that shady. Installing an aug is a surgical procedure, or in your case, a whole production in the treatment theater. Just ‘cause I ain’t licensed don’t mean I’m gonna skip out on the formalities. You didn’t give me any medical records, so we gotta start from scratch, feel me?”

“All this waiting is making me antsy though. You have all the parts already, can’t you just like, build the robot body and wire me into it?”

“Oh, that is a firm ‘no-can-do,’ chicky-boo. For one thing, I can’t just download you into a robot, we haven’t figured out how to do that yet. If you want the thing that comes out on the other side to still be you, it’s gotta have your brain. But, if I just plop your brain in a mechanical body and be done with it, sure it’ll be fast, but you won’t have a good time. It’ll pretty much be your brain trying to figure out how to move your body for a while, if you even manage that. I’ve seen people just get completely overloaded and either totally lose it, or just flatline entirely. It needs to be a gradual process so your brain has time to get used to all the new architecture. With all the shit you’re installing, it’s gonna take a while, but it’ll be worth it in the end.”

“Oh... so you’re gonna like, swap me out piece by piece.” That honestly scared her even more than just transplanting her brain, but it probably was the safer option. “I’ve uh, never gotten an augment before. Is it gonna hurt a lot?”

“Short answer: oh hell yeah it’s gonna hurt. Long answer: no matter how you slice it, it’s a surgery. I’ve got anesthetic, so you’re gonna be out for each procedure, but you’re also gonna need time to recover between each one. That’s why I sectioned off this little recovery room just for you! Recovery time depends on the operation, but we don’t wanna go faster than what your body is ready for. Make sure you get lots of rest, and do all of the exercises I give you so you can start retraining your neural pathways. As long as you listen to what I say, this’ll all go as smooth as butter.”

“Right... smooth as butter....” Leiko just let the words fade out into the air. There was still a lot about all of this that she was unsure of, but they’d worked so hard to get to this point. Plus, Sprocket seemed to be pretty well-informed on all of this stuff.

The other girl seemed to take notice of Leiko’s trepidation, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, really. I’ve done hundreds of these before. Nothing’s gonna happen, cross my heart.”

“Thanks. I really mean it.” She managed a feeble smile at the attempt. Maybe this would turn out alright after all.

#[on this blog because this is gonna be leiko's home when all is said and done]#{Guest Muse; (Leiko Ishii)}#{The Rogue Machinist; (Sprocket)}

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miscelunaaa · 3 years

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give yourself a try | myg | teaser

pairing: yoongi x plus-sized female reader

genre: colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, coffee shop au

summary: You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you. Can you put it all back together yourself? Or will you need some help?

rating: 18+ for complete work

word count: 20k+ (still in edits! this will be released as a two shot!)

teaser wc: around 1.3k :)

warnings for completed fic: frequent POV changes. reader is insecure about her body and has a lot of internalized fatphobia. depictions and conversation about mental health and insecurity. panic attacks. conversations about angsty back story that includes medical issues, infertility, and break-ups. sexual content including but not limited to: making out in public, soft dom yoongi, oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex with other birth control in place, creampie. be sure to read the complete warnings before each part!

warnings for teaser: swearing, content is lightly edited and subject to change in the final posting

notes: What a labor of love this story has been to write. Everything is kind of a dumpster fire right now and I’ve been processing some shit over the past few months, and that’s when this story happened. It was supposed to be a 6k romp in a coffee shop with lots of crack, messy public sex, and abundant health code violations!!! And something happened and now it’s a 20k soft and feelingsy angst fic??? And like maybe the second best smut scene I’ve ever written?? There’s so much I want to talk about with this fic, but I want to let it speak for itself when the time comes. It’s nerve wracking; I’ve never written anything like this before. This is also the first time I’ve written an overtly plus-sized reader, so I hope I’ve done her justice. Drop me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be on the tag list for this! Part 1 will be coming next week!

Oh!! Last thing! The title comes from a song by The 1975. They’re one of my favorite acts of all time; they sit on a shelf inside my heart, right next to BTS and Sufjan Stevens. Enjoy!

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It’s already been one of those days. The holidays are always a fucking mess; busy, messy, and stressful as hell. The stretch between Christmas and New Years is the messiest of all. Your customers were typically harried, your own personal lives probably stretched thin. Equipment breaking was just whipped cream on the seasonal latte. One of the heads on the machine kept overheating, even after you tried letting off heat from the boiler by running the steam wand and the grouphead. None of it worked, it just kept getting hotter and hotter.

“Y/N,” Jimin turns his head, speaking over his shoulder, “We’ve got a problem.”

You blink at him, glancing over his shoulder as he gives the pressure dial on the machine a tap.

“Huh,” you frown as you hand the customer in front of you his change, directing him to the pick up counter. No one left in line. That’s good. You walk over, pointed the steam wand out, and flip the lever to run it. The gauge’s little arm doesn’t move, staying stubbornly in the red. At least it had stopped rising.

“I’ll make the call, use the other head for now. There are two boilers in that thing, I think. I’ll be right back.”

You step into the back storage room, pull your phone from your back pocket, and call your boss. You already know what he’s going to tell you, but you always made sure to talk to him first. Mostly because you want to make sure he knows what a pain in the ass this fucking machine was, despite his insistence that it’s top of the line.

The line rings and rings, and that fucker just won’t pick up the other line. It’s a pity he pays so well despite being the most absent boss you’d ever worked for. It means you can’t completely hate his guts.

You hang up the call and pop him a quick text:

::: machine seems to have a boiler issue, i’m calling the tech.

boss::: 👍

You roll your eyes. Fucker can’t answer a phone call but can send an emoji. Figures.

You poke your head out of the back room to make sure Jimin is holding his own before making the call. There’s a lull, he’s already finished his drink queue and is leaning against a counter, detail cleaning a portafilter. God, you could have kissed him right then and there just for that. With a little smile playing on your lips, you duck back into the back and search for the barista tech’s phone number, and press call.

It only rings twice before he picks up: “Yoongi Min speaking.”

Ugh, his voice is like melted chocolate, or a freshly made ganache. Dark. Velvety. Rich. You just want to dip your finger in it and suck.

“Hi Yoongi, this is Y/N from KnockBox.”

“Ah, I thought it might be you. I’ll make sure I actually save your number this time. I almost didn’t pick up.”

Weird, he answered after two rings. Almost didn’t pick up your ass. “I don’t blame you for not saving it. The hope would be that I don’t have to call you this often.”

“Mm,” he grunts, “And yet, here we are. What’s the machine doing this time?”

“Boiler issue I think, it’s heating up and staying in the red. Won’t go down after letting steam run, nor the grouphead.”

“Hm.” Yoongi is silent on the other end of the line for a moment. “Don’t use it, but don’t turn it off yet. You’ve got the double boiler machine right?”

“Yes.”

“Keep an eye on both of them. These machines often have faulty switches that don’t trip when they overheat. I can recalibrate them but there’s enough wires and shit that I can’t talk you through it.” He pauses again, and then continues with a sigh. “I can be there in two hours. I know that’s not ideal because you close in an hour …” His voice is low enough that it makes your skin tingle. Waiting for him is no problem; at least you get to look at him for a few minutes during the trade off.

“Yeah, but we need a functioning machine. I have no problem waiting for you.” Cruel, ironic laughter echoes in your skull.

“This time of year is a bullshit season for coffee, I get it. Maybe you could just wait around to let me in, and then lock the door so that it locks behind me when I leave? That way you don’t have to wait on me and you can go home.”

“Yeah, I think we did that last time.”

“Alright, cool, see you then, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much, Yoongi. See you in a couple of hours.”

The line disconnects, and you sit with your head in your hands for a moment before heading back out to the front. Fuck. He was so attractive you can hardly stand it.

“How was the dreamboat?” Jimin asks, trying to play it as cool as he can. His lip quirks when you throw him a look; he knows exactly how attractive you find the machine tech your boss contracts out, and he will never let you live it down.

“He must be out at another job. He can’t be here for another two hours.” You said the words as plainly as you could, not trying to give your coworker the satisfaction of seeing you squirm.

“Fuck, seriously?” Jimin pushed himself off the counter and placed the portafilter on the machine’s drip tray. “You want me to stay? I don’t have class tonight.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I think it’s supposed to snow,” you say, casually. Like hell if you were going to miss seeing the man who’d haunted your dreams since you’d first had to call him. “I’ll just let him in, then leave.”

“Or, hear me out, you could fuck him in the back and then let him work on the machine and leave.”

“Ugh, Jimin, next to the mop bucket? That’s fucking disgusting.”

“And so is this crush you’ve had on him for the past few months! It’s so obvious even the babies have started to talk about it. Jungkook has plotting about how to get you two together since he caught you staring at Yoongi’s dump truck ass!”

“He’s what??” Jungkook is one of the student baristas, typically an opener because most of his classes are in the afternoon.

“He and Sarah AND Mercedes! Shit, Mercedes is about ready to put the moves on him just so you suck up your feelings and make your move to stop her.” All three of your little baby baristas are traitors?! Since when?

“Those little punks, I’m going to make them scrub the back splash bricks with a toothbrush.”

“That’s an empty threat and you know it. You’d rather do it yourself.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. You thought you’d been stone cold about this crush, that you’d been nothing but professional and courteous. Instead you’d gotten caught by four of your five coworkers. How had they even known you were staring? You were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible by doing cleaning tasks!

“Does everyone know about this, Jimin? Is nothing sacred anymore?”

“Yes. Literally everyone knows. Even regulars. The cute little old guy who brings in his newspaper every morning? He’s asked me about it, and how could I lie to him? So he knows.”

“God, Jimin, I get it, everyone knows.”

“Seokjin, that hot dilfy lawyer? He knows. He ships the shit out of y’all.”

“I’m going to end every single one of you.”

“He says that when y’all get married he’ll give you a discount on your wills and powers of attorney.”

You groan, “You’re all dead to me.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if a guy like Seokjin can see it happening, anything can happen. You know how jaded that guy is about relationships. He wouldn’t just say something like that.” Jimin’s voice is almost serious now, he’s speaking more earnestly in spite of your obvious irritation.

“Oh please, Yoongi only knows I exist because of all the times I’ve had to annoy him with maintenance calls.”

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©miscelunaaa 2022. my work is only found on this blog and under my ao3 pseud. do not, under any circumstances, copy or repost my work. thank you.

posted: 2.16.2022

#bts fic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #yoongi fic #min yoongi fic #suga fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi x female reader #yoongi x plus-sized female reader #yoongi smut #fic teaser #coming soon to a phone screen near you #miscelunaaa #possums write #this almost got lost in my queue good fucking gourd

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sukirichi · 4 years

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wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event:

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours. Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks.

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words.

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

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pepperonijem · 3 years

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When He Sees Me || Peter Parker

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: um peter might be a little ooc and that’s because i’m writing about my unfortunate crush but i basically just changed his name to peter parker any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental <3

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it? Catching feelings for your best friend is never easy.

A/N: This fic is sponsored in part by @bitchassbucky, @spiderrpcrker, @shurisneakers, @midnightsunfae, and @blackberrybucky who instead of shutting down my feelings, hyped me up to turn my crush and some of the things that we’ve done into a fic <3 this goes out to anyone who has ever started crushing on their best friend.

Oh God, please don’t walk this way, please don’t wa-

“Oh, hey Peter!” The crack in your voice betrayed your attempt at a casual greeting, despite your efforts to disguise it with a cough. “How’s it-- how’s it hanging?”

“You good?” Peter smiled at you but his eyebrow quirked upwards in concern. “I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tonight?” His concern faded into a wide grin as you nodded in response. Peter gave you a quick goodbye before walking away towards his next class.

As soon as you saw him turn into the classroom, you turned to face your closed locker, letting out a groan before setting your forehead against it. Peter had asked if you were good, and although you nodded, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to give you away. You were very much not good.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see your friend MJ. “What did Peter do this time?” MJ asked. For the last month, every interaction with Peter -- there have been a lot -- ended this way: a groan of defeat and a few welted lines on your forehead from holding your head against your locker. You turned to give MJ a dirty look, annoyed by the amused smirk on her face.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed, finally lifting your head up to talk to her. You opened your locker as you talked, not wanting to make eye contact with MJ as you confessed your feelings. “He just… smiled… and everything went downhill from there.” You rolled your eyes as MJ laughed. “It’s getting worse, I have no idea how I’m going to get through tonight.”

MJ laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well we’ll all be there,” she offered. “And if it makes you feel better, no one’s even noticed. Just act normal and you’ll be fine.” She shrugged her shoulders as if that was the easiest thing to do. But you couldn’t act normal anymore, not with Peter. Not when normal means resting your head against his shoulder every time he makes you laugh. Not when normal means borrowing his clothes when his aunt May tells you to stay the night every time a study session runs too long. Not when normal means wearing the extra sweater he keeps for you because you always forget yours.

Normal was when you didn’t feel butterflies everytime he looked at you, before your curious heart got the better of you and you began to wonder what it might be like to hold his hand. Now, things were just weird. At least for you. Nothing on the surface had changed, no one noticed how your heart rate picked up every time Peter touched you, or how you suddenly felt hot whenever he winked at you. But inside your heart was navigating uncharted territory in your friendship, trying to traipse along the thin line that separated how things have always been and how you suddenly wish things could be.

Pulling your textbook out of your locker, you shut the locker door a just a little bit more aggressively than necessary. MJ gave you a small hug before linking her arm through yours as you walked to your next class.

For the rest of the day, you found it impossible to focus on anything. Instead of taking down notes on George Orwell in English, you found yourself absentmindedly doodling hearts. Everything just reminded you of Peter and your own confusing feelings. Thankfully, you didn’t share any classes with him today, leaving you enough solitude to think about just why you were so frustrated with yourself.

Logically, you knew there was nothing wrong with having a crush on someone. You’ve had plenty of crushes before, a few of which reflected a temporary lapse in judgement on your part. You remember telling Peter about each of them, gushing about the most basic acts of human decency as he rolled his eyes and told you that you deserve someone better, but nevertheless helping you pick up the pieces every time someone broke your heart. That, you realized, was what scared you the most.

If you were to date, and then break up… well who would be there with kind words and your favorite boba when everything fell apart? The thought of losing your best friend over emotions, feelings, left far too much to chance. Was the idea of holding his hand, of hearing him call you his enough to make you risk the friendship that has always been enough for you? It should be enough for you, you reminded yourself. There was too much on the line and not enough guarantee for you to risk it.

With that determination in mind, you steeled yourself for the rest of the day, determined to put your feelings to rest and go back to normal.

Unfortunately, that plan quickly fell through.

You got to the restaurant a half hour late with only a really good nap to blame. You felt bad that your friends were waiting for you, but when you got there, you found an empty spot next to Peter, where your usual order of ramen was waiting and against your will, the butterflies flew rampant. The noodle that hit Peter’s nose as he ate while waving you over made you laugh as you sat down beside him.

“I got you your usual,” Peter explained in between bites. You smiled and thanked him before digging in. Peter had done this for you many times, and you willed your body to fight against the flutter of your heart.

Thankfully, the rest of your dinner was going well, and everyone had plenty of stories to tell. MJ had begun doing more portraits of people in distress and revealed her latest piece -- a portrait of Peter slurping up a noodle only to get a rogue drop of soup in his eye. Ned and Betty were off again, but of course they tried to keep it civil (they were on again by the end of the night) so no one would have to pick sides. Flash teased Peter about the B that he made on his literature exam yesterday over poetry and Peter’s face turned beet red.

“Hey,” Peter began, attempting to defend himself. “I totally could’ve made a perfect score. I was just distracted.” He shrunk down in his seat a little bit, and the rest of you laughed teasingly.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Flash continued. “You’ve been drawing little hearts all over your notes, dude, it’s unsettling.” He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food, swirling his fork around the bowl trying to grab as much noodle as possible.

Across the table, you and MJ made eye contact, a look of surprise between the both of you. You tried to signal her to say something before a weird silence fell on the table, but she was not reading your cues. Thankfully, Peter spoke again.

“H-hearts?” He repeated. “Why would I be drawing hearts on my notes?” Although he tried to play it off, the rise in pitch gave him away. He scrunched his face in exaggeration.

“Actually,” Betty began. “Now that I think about it, you were doing that in Spanish class too.” You glanced over at Peter who looked at you with panic in his eyes. You took a long sip of water, suddenly feeling a layer of sweat form at the back of your neck. “Wonder what that’s about.” She shrugged and turned to Ned asking if he wanted to split a slice of cheesecake with her.

Before Peter had a chance to try to defend himself once again, the waitress appeared. “Are you all ready for the check?” she asked.

“Yeah, but we’re splitting the check,” Flash replied. Betty rolled her eyes in response. “What? Just because I’m rich does not mean I have to share the wealth.”

The waitress nodded in response. As she was leaving Peter called her back. “Oh wait,” he called. “I’ll also be paying for this order,” he gestured to your bowl. She smiled at him and headed for the counter.

“Peter,” you smiled. “I have money, I can pay for myself.” Although Peter usually had to order for you, he didn’t usually pay for you, unless it was a special occasion.

“I know, I just wanted to be nice,” he responded, giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “Plus, you seem like you’ve had a rough week. Every time I see you, you seem to be lost in thought. What’s been on your mind?” The sentence came out casually, but the furrow in his brows revealed how concerned he actually has been. Peter was nothing if not observant, like he could sense things better than most people.

You let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to lie to Peter, but you also didn’t want to tell him the truth, that you were thinking about him-- well, your feelings for him. Just when it seemed like he had backed you into a corner, however, the waitress had returned with the checks, and the question left unanswered.

After dinner, the six of you went to Flash’s house to watch a movie. He had a home theater and early access to new movies and he loved to remind everyone of that. Not that any of you minded, especially if it got you free popcorn and a movie out of it. Every week, a different person got to select the movie and today, unfortunately, was MJ’s turn.

You loved her, of course, but you absolutely detested her taste in movies. Mostly because she was a horror junkie, and you were absolutely not. Her last few turns however had been spent making sure you all had seen all of the Shrek movies. But today, she picked a horror film. Something about demons and the like. Peter and Betty cheered at her selection as Flash groaned. You settled into the couch in the back of the room and grabbed a blanket. Ned and Betty sat together on a smaller loveseat, and MJ sat on the floor in front of Flash’s seat, the perfect spot to be able to scare him with a single touch on his leg.

Peter sat down beside you, handing you a tub of popcorn and a soda. He pulled the blanket over his own lap as he sat criss-cross on the couch. You tried not to pay attention to how his leg was brushing against yours under the blanket, instead focusing on the screen as the room went dark.

The movie had just started, but you could already feel yourself tense up in expectation.The music was coming to a crescendo and you knew something was already going to happen. You didn’t realize just how tightly your fists had balled together in your lap till you jumped at the sound of Peter’s soft voice at the shell of your ear. “Are you okay?” He asked.

He tried to hold in a chuckle as you almost bounced the tub of popcorn off your lap. He grabbed it from you and set it to the side. “Look,” he pointed to the screen where the creature’s head had just rotated a full circle as it crawled up the wall in pursuit of the main character. “That thing kinda looks like the spider from that kid’s tv show, but not as creepy.” You let out a laugh, a little louder than you meant, and Ned turned to tell you to shut up.

The small joke was enough to dissipate the anxiety you felt towards the movie, but unfortunately only heightened your feelings about Peter. But he noticed how your fists unclenched and how your shoulders relaxed once you laughed, so he continued to tell you whispered jokes for the rest of the movie. Each time he noticed your body tensing, he tried his best to make you laugh, and god, how could you stop yourself from those butterflies anymore?

At the height of the movie, you found yourself with your hands over your ears, and eyes squeezed shut, unable to even look at the screen or hear a joke. When Peter realized a joke wouldn’t be enough, he slid closer to you and pulled you into his side and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Before you had a chance to think about the spicy notes of his cologne or the softness of his skin, the sound of a high pitched scream in the movie caused you to jump with a gasp. In response, Peter wrapped his arms around you tight, with a gentle shush.

It was only after the music began to die down that you opened your eyes again, only to find Peter’s eyes fixed on the screen. Now that the worst was over, you no longer had an excuse to be in his embrace the way you were. You began to wiggle your way out of his arms, attracting his attention.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Peter I’m a big kid,” you smiled, teasing. “You don’t have to hold me like a baby.” Peter let out a soft laugh before relaxing his hold on you just a bit.

“Okay,” he relented. “I’ll just hold you like this then.” He began to shift so that your head was on his shoulder, and one of his arms looped under yours, intertwining your fingers. The smile on his face was calm as if this was something the two of you did all the time, but his racing heartbeat reminded you this was something new.

The two of you remained that way for the rest of the movie. By the time the soft music began to play in the credits, you could hear light snoring from everyone else in the room. However, you and Peter made absolutely no efforts to untangle yourselves from each other. It was as if you were worried that once the lights came back on, you would never find yourself like this again, and what a sad idea that was. Normal, would never be enough for you again, not when you know now how much better life could be like this.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the jump scares, or the sureness of his hand in yours, like it’s always belonged there, that gave you the courage to finally break the silence.

“Peter,” you breathed out, lifting your head from his shoulder, but not letting go of his hand.

He turned to you, with a look of concern, afraid of what you might say.

“Kiss me.” The words came out so softly and so quickly that you weren’t sure if you said it at all.

“Finally,” he whispered as his lips fell against yours, softly and slowly. He pulled away after what felt like hours and yet not nearly enough time. His hands reached up to cup your face. “I like you,” he admitted. “So much.”

Suddenly, you felt it. You felt exactly what it must feel like to fly, to let yourself go without worrying about gravity or anything else. The risks were still there, the numbers hadn’t changed, but you knew that no matter what happened next, just having the chance to fly would always be enough.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter #peter parker #peter parker headcanon #peter parker imagine #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #i don’t know if the read more will work but uh i’ll fix it tomorrow #it’s like 4 am but i couldn’t leave this unfinished

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 4

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: mentions sexual experiences of reader before she was of age, discussion about sex lives, flirting, touching

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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Head resting in your hand and elbow resting on the counter, you huffed, still not used to the heat that accumulated in the store throughout the day and praying for just one customer to walk through the door so you could experience a refreshing blast of evening air. You supposed you could go outside yourself to cool off a little, like Keishin had previously suggested in lieu of sticking your head in one of the fridges, but being the only person at the store currently, you felt a little bad about leaving the building, even if it was just to step out front.

You were still trying your best to put on a good impression for Mrs. Sakanoshita—despite the rough first impression you had made on her son—and you knew the family store was precious, so you decided to suck it up for the remainder of your shift.

Without much to do, since you had completed your chores early, you remained seated at the front counter, bored out of your mind. That was, until your prayers were answered and you heard the front doors slide open.

“Hello!” you greeted happily, ready to welcome a customer. Your radiant excitement faded when you noticed it was just Keishin, however, and went back to slumping on the counter. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Wow, those rapid mood changes must be why we’ve been so busy lately,” Keishin shot back at you, a cigarette hanging from his mouth like usual. “Will the girl behind the counter smile or frown at you? Maybe it’ll be both. Oh, how exciting!”

“Can it, dye job,” you grumbled.

Keishin feigned hurt, his hand resting over his chest dramatically as he pretended to have been shot. “Words hurt, you know. You’ve hurt me.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you told him, lazily gesturing around the empty store. “What does matter is that we’ve been dead for hours and I’m bored.”

Keishin poked his bottom lip out and faked a pout. “Awh, poor baby. Is getting paid to sit there and do nothing hard work? You must be exhausted. Poor thing.”

“I don’t get paid nearly enough to put up with you.” You reached across the counter to lightly smack his shoulder but he jumped out of the way just in time. “Seriously though, stay and entertain me for a while.”

“If you’re that bored, why don’t you dust the vents or something?”

You laid your head down on the counter and exhaled slowly for effect. “You know I aim to please but that sounds like hell. Can’t you just talk to me for like ten minutes? Tell me about your day or something.”

Keishin threw his head back and groaned loudly. “But I’m too hungry to think about anything other than food right now.”

“I’m hungry too but you don’t see me complaining about it.”

“No, you’re just complaining about everything else.” He leaned against the other side of the counter, his tongue flicking against the tip of his cigarette as he thought. “Actually, I’ve got a better idea.”

You glanced up at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “I doubt it but proceed.”

Done with your constant back talk, which was extremely common between the two of you ever since you had worked out your differences and agreed to the deal he had suggested, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly into your face. “Just shut up and listen, will you?”

You coughed when you accidentally inhaled the second-hand smoke. “If I get cancer and die, I’m haunting you.”

“Go ahead.” He didn’t pay any attention to the words leaving your mouth as he headed into the back room and shut off the store lights. Then, with his own set of keys in hand, he headed back toward the front of the store. “Come on.” He looked back at you expectantly when you didn’t immediately follow.

Confused, you slowly stepped around from the back of the counter. “Where are we going?”

“We’re closing up early and going to get something to eat.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, half of you wondering if this was some sort of employee test to see how responsible you were. “Are we allowed to do that?”

“I am, you aren’t,” Keishin said, beckoning you over to him. “But let’s just keep this between you and I, yeah? What my mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, it’s slow anyway.”

Taking off your white apron and grabbing your things, you reluctantly followed the older man out of the store and watched as he locked up behind the two of you. Anxiously, you shifted your weight from foot to foot. “Are you sure I won’t get in trouble for this?”

“I promise I won’t tell on you,” Keishin assured you as he stuffed the keys back into his pocket and dropped his cigarette bud to the ground before crushing it with his foot. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

Falling into pace beside Keishin as the two of you set off down the sidewalk, you following his lead, you weren’t sure exactly sure what to say or even if you should say something. Never before had you and Keishin existed outside of the store together and it felt a little awkward.

“So . . . is this like a date or something?” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. What you had meant to come across as a casual inquiry ended up sounding more like a desperate girl clarifying what she meant to the boy she liked. You sounded like a child.

The corners of Keishin’s mouth curled upward and he shrugged. “Call it whatever you want.” He really didn’t seem to care one way or another. “Although, I’d be a horrible boyfriend if I didn’t take you out at least once . . . fake or not.”

You nearly choked on your spit at the use of the word ‘boyfriend’. Even though you had been pretending to date him for the purposes of changing your parents’ ideals for the past few weeks, you were still caught off guard every time Keishin referred to himself as your boyfriend—even though he was usually doing it to mock you.

“Yeah, just awful,” you agreed halfheartedly. “Where are we going anyway?”

“This little place that I like,” he said, his answer extremely vague until he continued. “Best ramen I’ve ever had.”

After a few more minutes of walking, the two of you arrived at the place Keishin was talking about and he ordered two take-out bowls and paid for them both, insisting that you should try his regular order since you had never been there before. Not wanting to disagree because he was footing the bill, you let him do what he wanted and tailed him out to a picnic table outside like an obedient puppy.

“It’s much too hot to eat inside,” Keishin reasoned as he plopped down on the opposite side of the picnic table from you. “Plus, it’s nice outside. Might as well enjoy the weather while it lasts, right?”

“Right.” You nodded.

While Keishin dug right into his meal, you sat still, hands in your lap, and watched him. One thing you had quickly come to realize was that Keishin was the perfect specimen for people watching, and not just because he was relatively easy on the eyes. He was an interesting person; for example, how he tucked half-smoked cigarettes behind his ear to smoke later or how he always wore a headband to keep his hair out of his face but vehemently refused to just cut his damn hair.

Even though you bugged him about cutting his hair all the time, you secretly hoped he would continue to stand his ground and refuse because you wanted to see what he looked like with his hair down. You also wanted to run your hands through his hair—it looked soft and fluffy—but that was besides the point.

“Hey, it’s gonna get cold,” Keishin snapped you out of your thoughts, his mouth half full of ramen as he jabbed his chopsticks in your direction. “Don’t tell me you don’t like ramen. You should have said something before I ordered for both of us.”

Snapping out of your daze, you picked up your chopsticks and shook your head. “No, I like ramen.” You took a bite to prove your point. “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.”

Keishin waited for you to eat a little more before digging for your consensus. “Good, right?”

“Yeah, really good,” you agreed. “I always walk past this place but I’ve never gone inside.”

“I was the same way. It doesn’t really catch your eye, so unless you’re looking for it, it’s easy to miss,” he said. “Then one day my grandpa took me here for my birthday and I’ve been coming ever since.”

You snickered. “Popular date spot then?”

Keishin cocked a brow. “What?”

“I mean, if you come here a lot, I’m sure it’s a go-to for dates,” you continued. “It even comes with a wholesome story about how your grandpa introduced you to it. Ultimate chick magnet.”

Keishin just rolled his eyes at you. “You know, contrary to popular belief, most girls don’t like it when you take them out to eat cheap ramen on a picnic table that’s falling apart.”

You chuckled. “I wasn’t going to say anything about the table, but I’m pretty sure I have at least ten splinters in my ass by now.”

“Yeah, this thing is torture. So eat fast and then we’ll move to the park across the street or something.”

Shoveling the rest of your food into your mouth, you ate fast while Keishin stared you down, every second that passed introducing your butt to a new world of pain. As soon as you were done, Keishin took both of your take-out bowls and tossed them into a nearby trashcan.

“Well, sucks for all those other girls then, because that ramen really is amazing,” you said when Keishin returned, the two of you crossing the street and heading into the park.

“Told you.” Keishin smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Once in the park, which was empty considering it was dark out and most kids were in bed by then, the two of you picked a nearby bench that wasn’t splintering and took a seat.

Drawing your knees up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs and sighed. “Thanks for dinner.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He let his head fall back and looked up at the night sky. “Damn, I could really go for an ice cold beer right now.”

“Well, we could start heading back now if you want,” you suggested. “The beers at the store are extra chilly since I didn’t stick my head in the fridges to cool off today, despite how sweltering it was.”

Keishin laughed. “Well, thank you for that,” he drew in a deep breath and relaxed into the bench, deciding whether to get up or not. “Let’s stay here for a while longer though.”

“Okay.”

Silence fell over the two of you as you stared up at the sky and listened to the sounds of Miyagi in the evening. You tried to remember the last time you had gone out like this—just going wherever you wanted and doing whatever you wanted. You couldn’t recall the last time . . . or even if there was a last time.

Tilting your head to look at Keishin, you smiled at the sight of him sitting with his eyes closed, arms crossed behind his head and head lolled back. He looked happy, almost as peaceful as he did when he was sleeping.

“Hey,” you whispered.

Keishin cracked an eye open to look at you. “Hmm?”

“Thanks for tonight.” You breathed in the scent of the night air and a feeling of content washed over you. “As you’ve probably already figured out, I don’t really have any friends. I don’t get to go out like this very often . . . or ever, really.”

“You don’t need to thank me. It’s what boyfriends are for, right?”

You giggled. “Well, considering you’re not my real boyfriend, I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.”

“Well, you’re welcome,” he caved. “Speaking of fake boyfriends, how’s it going with your parents?”

You let out a frustrated moan. “Oh, about as well as expected. When I mentioned I was seeing someone they bombarded me with a million questions, none of which were answered to their satisfaction.”

Keishin cringed. “So I’m that bad, huh?”

You scoffed. “If you think that’s bad, you should have seen their faces when I showed them a photo of you.”

Keishin let out a laugh. “Don’t tell me they weren’t fans of the piercings?”

“Oh, they weren’t fans of anything,” you said. “I think the only positive thing they could say about you was that you had a pulse . . . no offense.”

“Eh, no worries. At least they didn’t call me a burnout . . . then I would have started crying.”

“Hey!” You smacked at his shoulder again, managing to hit your target this time. “I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t pay for my therapy.”

“Yeah, well, if you need therapy I doubt I’m the biggest reason.”

“You really are so cruel to me. Do your parents know you facilitate abusive relationships?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “That insinuates I’ve had past relationships, or any real ones.”

Keishin craned his neck to look at you, eyes wide. “Wait, you’ve never been in a relationship before? Like never?”

“Nope. I don’t even have any friends, so what makes you think anyone wants to date the boring girl with the crazy parents?”

Keishin looked at you like you were some wounded animal he had just found on the side of the road. You could see in his eyes he was slowly coming to terms with just how isolating your life was. You could tell he felt bad, but the last thing you wanted was his sympathy.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” you told him. “I’m not completely pathetic, okay? I still went through my experimental phase like most teenagers do. I just had to be very sneaky about it.”

“Sneaky?”

“You know, back of a car, other people’s houses when their parents were gone. As far as my parents know, I’m untainted . . . a precious, naive virgin. I’m just not very experienced.”

“I can imagine.” Keishin was a little thrown by the direction the conversation had taken, but you were both adults and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little curious, so he just rolled with it. “High school boys aren’t exactly known for being great in bed.”

The two of you let out a shared laugh at that. “You got that right,” you agreed.

“So, wait, no relationships but you’ve had sex? So you’ve never been with someone you have a genuine connection with?”

You eyed Keishin, perplexed by the sudden sincerity in his words. “You didn’t peg me as someone who cares about that kind of stuff.”

“I mean, I’ve had my fair share of one night stands, sure, but I’m not completely heartless,” he said, the eye contact he was using while he spoke sending a chill down your spine. “It’s completely different when it’s someone you care about. The experience is something everyone should have at least once in their lives.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a genuine connection with anyone before,” you confessed, unsure why you were spilling some of your deepest secrets in public, on a park bench, to a man you had only known for a couple of months. “It’s kind of hard when everyone is held at an arm’s length away.”

Without warning, Keishin shifted closer to you and placed his hand on your face, the pad of his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip. “I . . . I don’t know what to say,” he breathed.

“It’s not sad, not for me at least. You can’t miss something you’ve never had,” you spoke softly, worried you might scare him away if your voice was too loud or if you made any sudden movements. “No best friends, no boyfriends. Just me, my parents, and everyone else.”

Keishin looked like he wanted to say something; in fact, he looked like he wanted to say a lot of things, but despite this, he remained silent. Maybe he was worried about offending you, or maybe he was finally understanding just how different you were from other people. Maybe he didn’t like different.

“But now there’s you.” You flashed a small smile, hoping to draw him out of whatever mess was going on inside of his head. “I’ve never met someone like you before.”

“Someone like me?” he finally spoke.

You nodded as you placed your hand over the one he was resting on your cheek and held it. “I’m not your responsibility and yet you’re going out of your way to help me. Not to mention I don’t even deserve your help. You are the first truly selflessly kind person I’ve ever met. Thank you.”

“What if I’m not as kind as you think I am?” His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him. “What will you do then?”

“That depends on what you’re planning on doing.”

Hands running up your sides, Keishin dug his finger tips into your skin as you lowered your head toward his, mouths inches apart. “What if I took you home, laid you down, and took care of you like a boyfriend should?” You could feel his hot breath on your face as he spoke. “What if I took advantage of your lack of experience?”

“I would say thank you,” you said, inching closer. Before your lips met, however, you stopped yourself. “But I promised not to fall in love, and I think it would be awfully hard to keep my promise if you did that.” With that, you planted your hands on his shoulders and pushed yourself away from him before he could make a decision he would later regret.

Standing up, you collected yourself and drew in a deep breath. As soon as you had detached yourself from Keishin, you could see the fog that had been clouding his judgement dissipating as he came back to his senses.

“I should probably head home now.” You decided, not wanting to ruin the first actual friendship you had by doing something stupid and selfish.

“Yeah.” Keishin nodded, slowly standing up as well. It was clear he was slightly embarrassed by his actions, but you also noticed the glint in his eyes that gave away the part of him that still wanted to take you home with him.

Trying to immediately leave what had just happened in the past, you smiled and turned to start heading home, opting to take the longer way so you wouldn’t have to take the same route as Keishin. “Good night, Keishin.”

“Good night, Y/N.” You heard him call after you, but you didn’t look back at him. Instead, you kept walking, hoping the time apart would serve as a reset on your relationship and put things back to how they had been before that night.

A few weeks ago, you would have jumped at the chance Keishin had dangled in front of your face just now. But since then, you had realized he was more important to you than someone you could just throw away with a one night stand. And since there was no way the two of you could actually be together, this was the only option if you didn’t want to lose him.

If only someone had warned you that genuine connections were this complicated.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#lostinthewiind #piss off your parents #ukai #ukai keishin #ukai keishin x reader #keishin #mature #haikyuu smut #x reader #reader insert #reader imagine #part 4 #song fic

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anotherworldash · 2 years

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🎉 NEW GAME: Introduce your mutuals to everyone and what do you think of them? 🎉

oH HEY! Looks like I missed this one question. Let introduce you to my awesome mutuals @riniloves : Rini are you still here? I miss you! Met Rini back then in 2010~2012 (?) We both loved LuluCC (Code Geass) and Kuraneon HxH)! Apparently, our prediction about LuluCC living together has became true in Code Geass: Lelouch of the Re;Surrection(2019), despite many oddities present and debates. So did Sessrin in Inuyasha. Awesome huh!

@unuxunu : My fellow OT3 Kuraneokuro shipper. Sweetest person I’ve met in the internet! I met her in ffnet in 2020 when I thought I was the only one left on this earth who actively shipped Kuraneon.(thanks Marriage of Convenience fic) We both are kinda inactive and moving on to another fandom now, but I will never forget the moment bitter world has turned sweet when I am with you T^T We created so much things together. Also she invented the idea of cloud gallery of our OT3 religion... What can I do without you girl? @senorita-jackalope : oh girl where are you? My fellow Kuraneon shipper and fellow Neon lover(YES WE ARE GAY FOR NEON SLURP SLURP). We also created so much things together. Unfortunately she deactivated her blog. Hope you will come back someday senorita-jackalope. @nikushimi-wa-kienai : Also my fellow Kuraneon shipper. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for this ship. Your works has inspired me to be active in this subfandom ^_^ @fluffygreenkoala : My fellow Kuroneon shipper! Your ideas has helped me created many beautiful Kuroneon art, thank you so much! (And they got 30+ likes and bookmark in Japanese art platform, yay to our teamwork!) @thelovelyghostwriter : If people are looking for something new to worship, now this is the mutual I would recommend to them! Because girl, I LITERALLY WORSHIP YOUR WORKS!!!! (STRANGE BEDFELLOWS, everyone, also @hunterexamcheatsheet). I remembered when you first commented in my MoC fic, my first impression was “Wow I like this girl, she is smart.”. But man you were more than just smart. You literally materializes what I tried to envision for the last 20 years(yes including the innocence day where I didn’t know the term HATESEX yet) and I am so thankful for your presence. I’m so glad someone finally gets the logic of my theory. Pure Genius Girl. Lion-vomiting-water country didn’t ranks third globally in time spent on homework for nothing in 2014. huh? So many things we did together : fanfic, perfecting Kuraneon theory, and punching bullies virtually. As citizen of neighbouring countries, we have close timezone and communicate a lot too beyond just ships.

@bat-belen : Fellow Kuraneon and Kuroneon shipper. Thanks for filling in gap time when I wasn’t active with Kuraneo Week 2021 ^_^ Also thanks for making art of my OTP. Hope you’re always healthy and well! @dukina : Hi Kina! How are you ^_^ I haven’t seen you around in my dash(and I checked you’re hiatus atm) I hope you’re doing fine there. Dukina is the first to introduce me to selfship (Oh yea, meet my husband Pariston Hill). It’s fun in the office when both our husbands are present! Her beautiful purple blog is so iconic.

@itsmyara : No.1 HisoMachi shipper! We have same view when it comes to fandom and I’m so inspired by her because not only writing fanfic, Myara also drew and make moodboards. I stumbled upon Myara when I first read her Kuraneon fic in AO3. I don’t speak Brazilian Portuguese so I used google translate to read it. And boy the fic is so good that I must now admit that I downloaded it.

@cocogum : Coco first approached me regarding my “Neon alive” theory and honestly I REALLY APPRECIATE that. So many people shut down that possibility before even reading the argument or understanding both Kurapika and Hisoka’s characer. Plus we’ve seen Togashi’s false narrative in writing more than TWICE (Ging’s death by Mito and Kite death by Neferpitou). so thank you so much Coco! Coco writes theory and makes cool edits @cautionworks (CMIIW and sorry if it’s not you) so you guys should check it out. Another initial thought is WOW Coco ships Killuretz! I’m so happy my Killuretz art got appreciation after being dusty for a long time in dA! @cybercowboyduck : My POKESHIPPING fellow! We’ve only met like two or three weeks ago but we had a 34 pages+ of discussion already I think?? Thank you so much for supporting my artworks and article!! Also for filling in informations and trend where I was a silent reader in Pokeani fandom. I love how calm you react to bullies in this bully-prone area lol @hollylu-ships-it : Hi Holly, I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this although we rarely interact. When I first checked your account. Wow, actually I already consumed your fanarts since back then, when I wasn’t active in Pokeani fandom. (Your Pokeshipping motorcyle date.) Thank you so much for reblogging my SunMo article ^_^ I love your art and blog so much! @barbiedisneyavenger @fierydense @ultimateoptimus Hey new mutuals! Nice to meet you. We rarely interact but it seems that we share common interest. Hope y’all healthy and safe wherever you are. Cheers! Sorry I can’t be short about this, I really appreciate you guys for sharing the same taste in ships and character with me.

For you I apologize if my blog isn’t up to expectations. I take no personal offense if you ever unfollow me due to my non-fandom/personal post that I rb/posted.(Also cause sometimes I reply to discourse) . After all we all have to take care of our own mental health.

I am just indulging in the present about how blessed I am to have wonderful internet mutuals :)

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Blue Christmas- Eight

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

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Warnings: mentions of cheating, smut, language, angst, mentions of miscarriage. If any of this is triggering to you, do not read.

A/N: This is going to be very dialogue heavy, and will have flashbacks of the night that Chris cheated and everything that happened. Flashbacks will be in italics. Just a warning, this chapter is a BEAST. There’s a lot to unpack, and it’s going to be super emotional.

December 29

Chris watches from his seat in the comfortable leather recliner in our living room as I twist my wedding and engagement rings around on my finger. It’s a nervous little habit that I do without even really realizing it or thinking about it. A million thoughts cross his mind as he sits silently, waiting for me to say something.

After taking a few deep breaths to try and steel myself for the conversation that I KNOW that Chris and I need to have, I finally look up from the floor and at him.

“Do you want a divorce?” Okay, the thousand different times I pictured this conversation happening in my head, that was definitely NOT one of the ways. Apparently my mouth and brain aren’t communicating very well today.

Chris looks up at me, his expression aghast.

“Wha-.......” he tries to speak, but is too stunned to even form the words.

“Is that why you cheated? You don’t want to be with me anymore, so you went somewhere else for whatever is it that you weren’t getting from me?”

“No! Jesus Christ, no! I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I can’t imagine my life without you. No, I don’t want a divorce.” he tells me.

“Okay, if that’s not it, then you have to help me out here. Because I don’t understand what possible reason you could have for cheating. It had to be something that I did. Or something I didn’t do. I need you to tell me what happened. Because until I have all the facts and I understand what the hell happened, we can’t move forward.”

He sits forward in the chair and sighs.

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“I want you to tell me what happened that night after we FaceTimed. I want to know what happened between then and the next morning.” I tell him.

“You KNOW what happened.” he says miserably.

I shake my head. “No, I know the end result. I want you to walk me through every single thing that happened that night. Everything you were thinking, everything you did.”

“Why? What good is that going to do? What’s the goddamn point? How is me telling you everything that happened going to help ANYTHING? All it’s going to do is hurt you more, and I can’t do that. I won’t.”

“The point is, if we have even the smallest hope of getting through this intact, with our MARRIAGE intact, I need to understand this. I need to know. I need to know, because when I go to sleep at night, all I can see in my head is all the things that I imagine happened that night. And I need to know if what actually happened is better or worse than what I can imagine happened. I have a right, as your wife, to know what you did.”

Chris looks up, silently pleading with you to not make him do this, but he knows that you’re right. You do deserve to know, even if it’s going to devastate you.

“After we got off the phone, I had to go right back into interviews and there was two more photo calls we had to do, so by the time we got done it was about 7:30 that night. I was distracted the whole time. I hated that we fought, and I felt like an asshole, and I just wanted to call you back and apologize, but I didn’t have time. Plus, I figured that we both probably needed a little bit of time to cool down. I told myself that I was going to call you that night before I went to bed so we could talk more and I could apologize to you. We all got out of there, and Cate and Robert and the rest of them wanted to go to dinner, so we came back to the hotel, changed, and then went out to eat.” Chris tells me.

“What time did you get back from dinner?”

“Around 10, I think. It couldn’t have been much later than that. Everyone else was talking about going out and finding a bar or a club to go to, but I just wanted to come back to the hotel and relax. I wasn’t in the mood to be around a lot of people.”

I pull my feet up on the couch and tuck them under me.

“Okay, so you got back to the hotel, and then what did you do?”

For as tired as he was, Chris couldn’t relax. He tried taking a hot shower, laying in bed watching TV, browsing social media, and flipping through pictures on his phone. Finally, after about 45 minutes and getting more and more keyed up and anxious, he decides to go down to the hotel bar.

When he walks in, the place is empty except for an older couple seated down at the end and the bartender. Chris slides himself onto one of the stools and the bartender makes her way over to him.

“Thank God. A friendly face.” she says with a smile.

Chris glances down the bar at the couple. “They seem pretty friendly.” he remarks.

“Yeah, but they’ve been here for an hour and they’re literally babying their drinks, and aren’t much for conversation that doesn’t involve each other. I’m bored out of my mind.”

She stick her hand out. “I’m Jo.”

Chris reaches across the bar and shakes her hand with his own. “Chris. Nice to meet you.”

“So, Chris, what’s your poison?”

“What was her name?” I ask him. He just referred to her as “the bartender” and “she”.

He runs his hand down his face and over his beard.

“I don’t......I honestly can’t remember. It was one of those boys names for a girl. You know.....Alex or Max or James.......I don’t......I can’t remember.”

I cover my face with my hands and take a deep breath. I want to scream already, and he’s not even deep into the story. I shake my head slightly.

“You slept with this girl, and you don’t even remember her NAME.” I say softly.

Chris hangs his head.

“Keep going.”

She pours him another measure of whiskey, along with a shot for herself. They clink glasses and swallow the amber liquid, letting it burn it’s way down.

“So what did you and your wife fight about?” she asks him.

Chris sighs.

“It’s......it’s complicated.”

“Hey, I’m a bartender, which means that I’m a really great listener. It’s practically a job requirement. You might feel better if you talk about it.”

“We’re trying to have a baby.”

“Soo....what’s the problem. Trying is the fun part!”

“We’ve been trying for a year and a half almost, and nothing’s happening. She’s perfect; there’s absolutely nothing wrong with her that would keep her from getting pregnant, but it’s just not happening. And we both want a baby so bad, and the look on her face when......it fucking kills me.”

He knows that he shouldn’t be telling a complete stranger all of this, especially considering who he is, but the alcohol has loosened his tongue, and if he doesn’t spill his guts to someone, he’s going to explode.

Jo puts a soft, warm hand over his.

“I’m sorry, That has to be tough. For both of you.” she says softly.

“I mean, I guess I never thought that it would take actual work, you know? I assumed that ‘hey, if we just keep having sex, eventually she’s going to get pregnant’ and it would be easy. She’s getting scared and fed up and talking about adoption and fertility doctors, and I hate seeing her so stressed out and upset, and I kind of just.....I said some things and made it worse and I feel like a complete fucking jackass.”

“What if you guys can’t have kids?”

“As much as I want to have kids with her, I don’t need them to be happy. As long as I have Kelly in my life, I’ll be perfectly happy. Do I want to be a dad? Yeah, absolutely. But there are so many kids out there that need good homes, so there are other options, but I don’t think that we’re there yet, you know?”

I get up and storm out of the room with Chris right on my heels.

“Kelly, wait, please.....”

He touches my arm and I spin around to face him, and the look in my eyes makes him fall back a step.

I’m so pissed off and hurt right now I could spit nails.

“You......you told her.....EVERYTHING. You told her.....EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING, Chris! Do you even......do you even fucking understand what you did? Like.....”

I squat down close to the floor and put my head between my knees. My heart is pounding and I’m so worked up that I’m afraid I’m going to pass out if I don’t calm down. And I’m not going anywhere or doing anything until I get the whole damn story.

“Look, I know-”

I look up at him incredulously.

“No! No, you don’t know! You don’t know shit! You fucking betrayed me, in every single sense of the word. You didn’t just fuck her, you told her, a complete stranger, about me. About us trying to have a baby. You told her about things that you never even fucking bothered to tell me! Do you realize that she could go to the press? She could go and spill all of these juicy little secrets that you spilled to her over shots of Jack and have herself a nice little pay day.”

“Kelly, you wanted to know what happened that night, so I’m telling you what happened, despite everything inside of me screaming at me not to. I’m not going to lie to you or keep things from you. You wanted to know everything.” Chris says.

I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth so hard that my jaw hurts.

“I can’t look at you right now. I need a break.” I tell him, grabbing my jacket. I grab Dodger’s leash off the peg in the hallway and call for him.

Dodger trots over, tongue lolling out of his mouth, happy to be going on a walk.

“I’ll be back in a while.”

Forty five minutes later, I’m in the utility room stripping off my wet clothes after getting Dodger dry and wiping off his paws.

Chris stops pacing the kitchen when he sees me walking through the house in my bra and underwear.

“What happened to your clothes?” he asks.

“Dodger saw a squirrel and got excited and kind of dragged me through a snow bank.” I sigh. I throw my clothes in the dryer and make my way into our room to get changed.

“Dodge, come on.....” Chris admonishes. Dodger just jumps up on the bed and curls up.

I throw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a blue Patriots hoodie that’s hung over the back of the chair in our room and sit down on the side of the bed.

“I want to know the rest.” I tell Chris.

He sits down heavily on the end of the bed.

“No, you don’t.”

I swallow thickly. “You’re right. I don’t. But it doesn’t matter, because you’re going to tell me anyway.”

Hours pass with Jo and Chris laughing and talking and flirting back and forth, until it’s 1am and the bar closes for the night.

“Thanks for sticking around and hanging out tonight. I think I would have died of sheer boredom if you hadn’t.” Jo laughs softly. She offered to walk him back to his room as he was pretty well drunk and a little unsteady on his feet.

“It was no problem. I didn’t really want to be alone tonight to be honest. I used to do really well on my own. I was used to it, and then......I wasn’t alone.” Chris tells her.

Once they reach his room, they linger outside for a few minutes, both of them not really wanting the night to end. Jo steps closer to him, knowing exactly what she wants and completely unashamed about it.

“You should kiss me.” she says softly, looking up at him with big doe eyes. She places her hands on his chest and instead of immediately backing away like he should have, he leans into her touch.

Chris closes his eyes as he feels his mouth go dry and a strange fluttery feeling in his stomach. He hasn’t really felt this way since....

He opens his eyes and breathes out deeply. “I can’t. I’m married. I’m married and I’m insanely in love with my wife.”

“So? You should kiss me anyway. I can tell you want to. You’ve been flirting with me all night.” she says, taking a step closer. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. You need a way to release all this tension you’ve got, and I’m more than willing to help you out anyway I can.”

Before his brain can scream at him to stop, he’s wrapping his arms around her and covering her mouth with his, kissing her soundly. It’s a battle of teeth and tongues, both of them trying to take control from the other. Without breaking apart, Chris manages to get his key card out of his pocket and gets the door open, pushing both of them through it and slamming it behind them.

“This never goes beyond this room. We never talk about this ever again.” Chris gasps, pulling away from her just long enough to get the words out.

“Absolutely.” she agrees.

Clothes are torn off and tossed to the floor in a frenzy, and as soon as Chris drops his pants and boxers, Jo sinks to her knees and takes him in her mouth, swallowing him almost all the way down.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Christ, yes, just like that.” he moans out.

He brings his right hand to her hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail while his left hand goes to her shoulder.

She almost makes him lose his mind with the things she can do with her tongue, and within minutes, he’s fucking her face roughly as spit runs down her chin and tears are springing to her eyes from the assault on her throat, but she loves it. She has the man she’s fantasized about for years shoving his cock down her throat, and she’s never been more turned on in her life. She smirks to herself as she wonders if his wife ever sucks him off like THIS.

When he can’t stand it anymore, Chris pulls her off his dick and takes a few deep breaths.

“I need a condom.”

“Right. I have one in my purse.” she tells him as she reaches for her bag and finds it and hands it to him.

“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” he says roughly. While her mouth was wrapped around him, he was mesmerized and couldn’t look away, but now he finds that he doesn’t even want to look at her face. He rolls the condom over his cock, giving it a few strokes before sinking into her from behind.

Tears stream down my face as I process all of what Chris just told me, and I can’t even BREATHE with how devastated I feel. It’s like a hole just got punched through my chest. I try and take a breath in, but it turns into a strangled sob and I drop my head into my hands and just let it out.

Chris swallows thickly, wiping away his own tears as he watches me fall apart across from him, wishing that he could do something.....ANYTHING to take all the pain away. To go back and undo everything that he did so you wouldn’t hurt. All he feels is deep, unrelenting shame and he knows in his gut that if you asked for a divorce after hearing all of his sins laid bare, he wouldn’t be surprised or even have the right to be devastated. He made his bed.

I feel bile rising in my throat, and I stumble to my feet and race to the downstairs bathroom, falling to my knees and vomiting painfully as the image of my husband kissing this woman and fucking her run through my head. I barely notice Chris come into the bathroom until I feel him pulling my hair back and securing it with a hair tie, and rubbing my back softly. I can’t even find the breath or the energy to tell him to get away from me and drop dead.

I’m so damn tired. Like, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this level of physical and mental exhaustion before. I sink back into the pillows a little more, and look over at Chris. Neither one of us have said a word since he picked me up off the bathroom floor and stood there with his arm around my waist as I brushed my teeth. That was 45 minutes ago.

“It was just sex?” I ask.

He exhales. “It was just sex. It was just once.”

I look back up at the ceiling and try and make sense of everything.

“I don’t understand. I don’t understand any of it. I don’t understand why you would sleep with another woman.”

“I-I don’t know. I was lonely because we were fighting, and I missed you so goddamn much, and I was afraid of what was happening to us with all of the stress and I just......I got drunk, and I did a horrible thing. I did a horrible thing, and I wish that I could take it back. I wish I could take it back so bad it hurts. But I can’t. And I have to live with that for the rest of my life.” Chris says.

I lift my eyes to meet his. “You were lonely? That’s your excuse? You were lonely, and you were upset. So you stuck your dick in another woman.”

I stand at the kitchen sink and drain a glass of water in record time, and refill it. Turns out crying all day and then puking can kind of dehydrate you. I can sense Chris behind me, even though he doesn’t say anything.

“Two years ago, a couple of weeks after you left for Africa to start shooting the movie, I found out I was pregnant. We hadn’t even officially started trying yet, so it came as a pretty big surprise. But I was so happy, and I couldn’t wait to tell you. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, especially when you were so far away, so I was going to surprise you when you came home. I had it all planned out. I practiced telling you standing in front of the bathroom mirror, just so I could see the stupid happy look on my face.”

I feel tears prick my eyes, and I swallow down the sob that I feel threatening to come out. I turn towards Chris, and the look on his face is heartbreaking.

“What?” he breathes out.

“I was at a job.....I was shooting a birthday party for a little girl who was turning one. All I could think about was that that was going to be us eventually, and it made me so happy. Everything was fine, but then I started having horrible pain in my stomach. It got so bad that I collapsed, and the parents called 911 when they realized that I was bleeding. They did an ultrasound at the hospital, but they couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat. I had already miscarried. You don’t know anything about feeling lonely until you’re by yourself laying on a table with your feet in stirrups while a doctor cleans out your uterus.”

Chris is sunk down in one of the kitchen chairs with his hand over his mouth and tears running down his face. This is the first time he’s hearing any of this.

“Why didn’t-” his voice cracks, and he takes a minute and clears his throat before he tries again. “Why the hell didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come home!”

“Chris, you were 8,000 miles away from home. There wasn’t anything you could do. It was too late. They had to do the procedure as soon as possible. I didn’t.....I hadn’t told anyone else that I was pregnant. And I didn’t want to call your mom or sisters because I didn’t want them to find out. I knew if they found out they would call you, and you would be devastated. And I couldn’t do that to you when you were so far away. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I was trying to protect you.”

The sound of his fist slamming against the heavy oak table makes me jump.

“And what about over the last two years? Huh? Don’t you think that I had a right to know? Don’t you think I had the right as your husband, to be there with you? To comfort you? To mourn with you? To even have a fucking clue about what happened?”

I take a deep breath.

“You did. You should have been there. You should have been there with me to hold my hand and cry with me and tell me that it was going to be okay, even though it was a lie. But you weren’t. You were doing your job. I don’t know if you realize it, but when you leave for work or press or whatever it is that you have to leave me for, you’re not the only one who’s lonely. You’re not the only one who has to deal with the silence. But you don’t see me going out and fucking someone else.”

Tears start to swim in my eyes again, and I suddenly feel like if I don’t get out of the house right now, I’m going to suffocate. I’ve been in here with Chris literally all day while we picked apart his affair, and I’m exhausted. I’m hurt and emotional and talking about the baby that we lost just made everything worse.

“I’m gonna go. I just.....I can’t handle anything else today. I know you’re probably really pissed off at me right now, and honestly, the feeling is mutual. Things are already about as bad as they can be, so I’m gonna leave before we have a chance to make it worse.”

The last thing I see before I walk out the door is Chris sitting at the table with his head in his hands, sobbing while Dodger sits on the floor next to him, whining in distress.

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jaxxwrites4you · 3 years

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Sans x Reader

Your wedding is in a week and a half, which seems both far away and also unbearably soon. You’d never really thought about getting married, not until Sans had come into your life. That day that all of the skeletons had moved in across the street had been a turning point for you and you were so glad you’d gone over to introduce yourself. Despite how excited you are, there are still a lot of worries simmering just under the surface of your calm and collected facade. In an attempt to try and alleviate some of the tension you decided you would bake, which started out as just making some banana bread. Now though, as you looked around your kitchen you thought that maybe you should have stopped about six batches ago.

You’d started with the bread but then you’d remembered the cupcake mix in the pantry, plus the leftover custard from the tiramisu you’d made. The counters were covered in mini banana bread loaves, confetti cake cupcakes and several half put together fruit tarts. You have flour on your apron and your face, but you are feeling a little better now.

“This is a pie for help if I’ve ever seen one.” Sans said, startling out of your thoughts, “Everything okay Starshine?”

You have no idea when he’d gotten there, but you weren’t completely surprised, he was rather good at sneaking up on you. For a moment you considered telling him it’s nothing, but you know he knows better than that.

“I’m just… nervous.” You said softly, fidgeting with your apron, “The wedding is soon and I know that we’ve done everything to make sure it’ll go smoothly.”

He arched a brow bone at you, but he waited until you were ready to keep talking. You took a deep breath before you continued.

“I’m just… what if one of our deliveries gets delayed? Or stars, what if the venue calls us the day before and tells us they scheduled it wrong.” You started to list off all the things you’d been stressing over, “What if my family’s flights get all screwed up and they can’t make it on time?”

Sans had walked across the kitchen while you’d been busy talking and he brought up one hand to brush off the flour on your cheek. You could feel a bit of the tension leave your shoulders as he did just that small motion, leaning into the touch.

“Starshine, that is a lot of what ifs.” He chuckled softly, “The only delivery left is the food to the venue on the day of. Half of your family is coming in this weekend, a full five days before the wedding. As for the venue scheduling being wrong, you called them every few days for two weeks to make sure it was set up on the correct date.”

You flushed as he pointed out all the logical reasons for why your worries were unfounded. He was right of course, but it helped hearing it out loud from someone else. You sighed and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, giggling a bit at the surprised look on his face.

“Really worked myself up over some silly stuff didn’t I?” you asked, before looking at all the baked goods, “Gonna have to take a whisk and try to give some of this away.”

He snorted at that, “Yeah, probably best we don’t keep all of it. Really bakes my heart when I know how good your stuff is.”

You laughed and shook your head, “As a batter of fact I know we could pawn some of this off on your cousins.”

The two of you laughed and Sans helped you sort out what you would keep and what you would take over to the house to give to the others. The rest of the day went by quickly and finally it seemed like your anxiety had calmed down. As the two of you got comfortable in bed, Sans rubbed slow circles on your back and you hummed softly as you rested your head against his chest.

“Thank you for earlier.” You mumbled softly, “For helping me calm down.”

“Anything for you Starshine.” He replied, the sleepiness seeping into his voice, “You’d do the same for me and in just over a week, we’re gonna make a promise to do this for each other forever.”

“Yes, we are.” You said, a warmth spreading out from your chest, “I love you Sans.”

He leaned down, pressing his teeth to your forehead, “I love you too Starshine.”

The two of you fell asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms and warmth, knowing you could handle whatever the next several days might bring. You were lucky and you couldn’t wait for this to be yours forever.

#sans x reader #sans the skeleton #undertale #reader insert #one shot #wedding #from the queue straight to you

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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 years

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Jason and Dick Meeting Children of Olympians HC (Request):

Dick Grayson:

You were the son of the goddess Nyx and the god Erebus

Growing up you were taught by the gods to be ruthless and fight for what you believed in

With the strong dark influences of your parents, you quickly became out of hand and was banished from Olympus

Because of this you are obviously at odds with Wonder Woman but despite this you started making a name for yourself as an earth anti hero

It’s just something that came natural where your beliefs fell into the good but the way that you executed them were a bit rough around the edges

When Dick saw you for the first time this guy was enamored by you

He thought that in all your glory you looked great

Plus I think he might have a thing for the dark and mysterious and oml you fit the code

The moment that he saw you, he made sure to do what his father had taught him and give you his number

For networking reasons of course

That was when he started learning more about you and where you came from

He was kind of in shock that you weren’t a Wonder Woman fan or she didn’t like you

But I mean what’re gonna do

Hanging out with him created some big changes in your life

Eventually the gods started noticing that you were taking mercy and showing more sympathy towards those that had done wrong

your methods of justice were becoming more disciplined and distinctive and eventually Diana was even up to talking to you

You had a mending time where basically everything was just falling back into place

You tell Dick that he’s the only reason you’re even still with the gods anymore

He’s happy that he has some good influence on you especially when the two of you moved in together

Jason Todd:

You are the son of Ares and Eris

Listen here there was no chance that you were going to get along with any of the gods up there

It was messy and dramatic and your parents were always up to something and you just learned violence from everyone up there

So when they cast you away and shunned you for your violent past and ruthless reputation, you resented them

Jason knew this feeling well and when you joined the Outlaws, quickly bonded over sucky parents

You started to see how he dealt out his justice and how he handled things a bit differently

While you were totally down to go in and blow everyone’s heads off with Artemis, you couldn’t help but have the strategic warfare side kick in some more

It was interesting to see your progress of smash now ask questions later to ask questions now and wait for the perfect opportunity

The gods took notice but because of previous encounters with your parents didn’t seem too thrilled to let anything happen about it

Jason was talking to Diana one day about it when she brought up your past

He told her that he knew but was unsure if she had even heard your side of the story which made the gods admittedly look bad

She had not but after hearing how you were raised and how you were unlearning and modifying how you were taught, she decided that maybe it was a good time to talk to you

You weren’t all that thrilled at first considering that Diana was technically a goddess and was working with Olympus

But once you got to know each other it was smooth sailing from there on

You basically saw her as the family figures you never had and eventually she ended up putting in a good word for you in Olympus

After reviewing your progress like some manager or something, Zeus decided to renounce your banishment from Olympus and return your name to glory and honor

Ik I’ve been finicky with posting things as of late but we’ve had a lot going on and then today i had to get a cavity filled which was whatever but I am working on trying to get a somewhat normal schedule and some more motivation to get things out

Also i think that I want to start another blog but for reality shifting cause that’s something that summer interests have led to sooo yeah

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