#(//okay i can finally go to sleep it's almost 1am.)

[chvndlr]

Chandler Linwood's house

Chandler moved to Merrock after inheriting a house from a family member. Despite living in town for almost two years now, he's only recently decided he wants to stay here. He has minimal furniture and a lot of it is mismatched, made up primarily of free pieces he's encountered. The dining room especially shows this, as quite a few chairs are missing cushions and some aren't even from the same set.

The exception to his half-hazard interior decorating is in the kitchen. Chandler is very into cooking, and is happy this house has a lot of space for his passion.

I ran out of time, but I wanted to post what was done. I didn't finish the spare bedroom, but there is definitely a bed and a nightstand and a dresser in there for guests. The upstairs lounge area would have a couch and all of his photography equipment, but Sims doesn't have much I could use to show that properly. Instead I posted a full size bar, since there weren't a lot of individual alcohol items I could put in the kitchen to demonstrate that he also uses the space to make a lot of cocktails.

#(//okay i can finally go to sleep it's almost 1am.) #merrocktask

[starvity]

hiii can you do yujin x reader first sleepover that would be so cute!!!

— ☆ first sleepover with yujin

gn!reader x zb1 yujin

genre: fluffy fluff // warnings: teenage love awkwardness™, thunderstorms, cursing, the birds and the bees talk lol, sleeping in the same bed duh, just yujin being a cutie patootie

author’s note: just realized i got kinda carried away and didn't talk about what you guys would actually do at the sleepover other than...sleeping LMAO so lmk if you want me to write a drabble about that!! :D (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

you barely get to see yujin out of school. and even there, you don’t even have that many classes together. he did come to your house a couple times. the first time to bring the textbook you had forgotten at the library. he was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, scanning the random objects displayed on your shelves while you were telling him about some drama that happened on your way home. the next time he came over was to study with you and this time, he actually felt comfortable enough to sit on your bed. after this, he would come over pretty often, most of the time to play video games or just to annoy you.

it was almost 8pm, yujin had walked back to your house with you after school to study and your mom had suggested to let him stay for dinner. what you didn’t know though is that there would be a big thunderstorm warning later in the evening and that yujin would be unable to walk back home under the pouring rain. naturally (more like awkwardly), you asked if he was okay with staying over. you said he can borrow some old clothes from your dad and you can go grab another mattress from the guest’s room.

so here you are, eyes absentmindedly looking at the ceiling as you lie on your bed while yujin is half-asleep on the mattress on the floor, just next to yours. the air has been heavy and the silence awkward as soon as your mom insisted that you two keep the door slightly opened "just in case". you had turned off the lights 15 minutes ago, with the only source of light coming from the moon piercing through your window, but both of you couldn’t seem to fall asleep.

"you’re asleep?" you finally ask, breaking the silence. "not really." yujin spoke back, almost apologising for how awkward this situation is now because of him. you tried to silently put your head closer to the edge of the bed to take a peek at the boy practically lying on your bedroom floor. however, you almost feel your heart spill out of your ribcage as your nose almost touch yujin’s, who had the same idea as you. the sudden closeness causes him to fall back, hitting the back of his head on your nightstand before crashing on his pillow and whining in pain. "you scared the shit out of me." you laugh at the incident, hand grabbing the hem of your shirt. thanks to this funny moment, the atmosphere became less awkward as you started talking about everything and anything.

after what felt like probably 2 hours, you could hear the silence of the night settling, it was probably around 1am by now. you hear yujin yawn, tossing and turning and sighing trying to lay the blanket correctly with little kicks. you giggle and finally ask "are you really going to sleep there? this mattress is so thin, your back is going to hurt tomorrow." yujin simply hums in response but then he hears you tap the empty space on the right side of your bed with your hand, "you can come here if you want."

you were resting on your side, right hand underneath your pillow and your cheeks a reddish color. you suddenly see the top of yujin’s head appear, his chin now resting on top of your blanket. "i don’t want to make it awkward though." he admits shyly, pouting. "we’ve cuddled in my bed before and if you end up feeling uncomfortable you can still switch places in the middle of the night, i’ll understand" you reassure him with a smile. the boy finally gives in, happily hopping on your bed and making himself comfortable on the much better mattress. he looks at you cutely, laying on his side while facing you. all of a sudden, he timidly spreads his arms, welcoming you in his embrace. you chuckle before planting a soft good night kiss on his cheek as your eyelids get heavy.

you two slept like a log, feeling safe in each other's warmth. you stirred awake, confused since you didn't feel yourself falling asleep yesterday and it was already early morning. yujin was still sleeping soundly, his arm carefully draped around your stomach, his breathing slightly tickling your cheek. he slowly opens his eyes, looking as confused as you were. the corners of your mouth go up seeing his half-asleep state and you nervously pucker your lips. he breathes through his nose, an almost quiet chuckle getting caught in his throat, before he lets his lips every so slightly touch yours. after mumbling a timid good morning, yujin places his face back into the crook of your neck, drifting back off to sleep.

#starvity.text #zerobaseone #zb1 #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone texts #han yujin #zb1 x reader #yujin x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 reactions #zb1 yujin #zb1 fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop texts

[kireijae]

njm. 01:09am

pairing: jaemin x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive, some crack bc it’s me

warnings: swearing, suggestive, brief and v small mention of alcohol

a/n: editing eobseo, i had a panic attack after the beyond live so i needed comfort and wrote this, also jaemin made me feral he’s a maniac

♡‧₊˚ ↴

jaemin hopped on one foot, trying to get his insanely stiff new jeans off over the heel of his foot. as he stepped out of his one pant leg, he lost his balance and fell sideways on to the bed where you lay sleeping.

well. had been laid sleeping.

“nana?”

fuck. “i’m sorry, baby,” jaemin whispered, sitting on the bed and pulling his jeans off before finally getting under the covers. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“what time is it?” you asked groggily. you instinctually moved closer to jaemin, hugging his bare torso closer to your own. “you smell nice.”

he chuckled, “it’s 1am. we went out for a bit after the concert, so i’m all showered and fucking exhausted.”

you tried to laugh, but in your half asleep daze it was mainly a hum.

“you did really well baby,” you mumbled into his neck.

your breath tickled him but it cooled him down at the same time. summer hadn’t quite let go of its hold on the weather yet, and with the concert plus the (albeit light) drinking tonight he was boiling.

“you watched it?” he asked, staring at the ceiling.

you hummed an affirmative, “i think i fell asleep waiting for the encore though.”

“good,” the rumble in his chest lured you closer to sleep, “renjun’s ment would have just made you cry.”

you huffed out some air, another attempt at a laugh.

“you were very hot,” if you were more awake you likely would have tried a smoother flirting technique but it’s the thought that counts.

“oh, yeah?” his heart started beating faster, almost like he was on stage again.

another hum. “i tried to wait for you to get home, but i was just too sleepy.”

“aw, angel,” he cooed at you and places his mouth against the top of your head, “you can tell me all about how hot you think i am tomorrow okay?”

he laughed into your hair, letting the scent of your shampoo and conditioner flood his senses and finally laid a kiss on your head.

“mkay,” you slurred, before cuddling further into jaemin’s warmth. “love you jaem.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

♡‧₊˚

#jaemin #jaemin imagines #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #na jaemin #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin fluff #nct dream #jaemin scenarios #jaemin drabbles

[s1nful-sa1nt]

okay hear me out

Brienne x werewolf reader

She's tasked with getting the reader from point A (their home in the middle of bumfuck nowhere probably) to point B (a doctor/witch who might be able to cure them) safely, but is warned that the reader is afflicted with a terrible curse that makes them transform into something beast-like and otherworldly by moonlight.

Brienne scoffs at this thinking it's nothing more than a cruel joke, and she goes to fetch the reader.

They embark on their several-some measure of time-long journey, almost arriving at their destination, and they have to set up camp for the night.

Of course, the reader is terrified because this particular night happens to be THE night, but Brienne has absolutely none of it. The sun sets, they eat, and both crawl into their respective tents for the night.

The reader, however, feels the beginning of the transformation nagging at their bones and they burst forth from the tent, stripping their clothes as they charge deeper into the woods to avoid becoming a beast in front of Brienne.

The commotion is fairly loud and wakes Brienne, so she grabs her sword and heads out to see what was happening. Immediately, she notices the readers tent wide open and nobody inside. Looking further, she spots a trail of... clothing? What on earth happened? So she decides to follow the clothes that have been strewn about the forest floor.

Meanwhile, the reader has found a clearing large enough to transform without hurting themselves, and they finally let go. Their bones snap and painfully rearrange themselves, their teeth fall out and are replaced by bright white fangs. Dark grey fur races across their broken and bloody skin, nails elongating and turning black. Eyes going from their normal color to a striking gold.

Their shift is complete after several agonizing minutes, and it's just in time for them to notice a presence behind them. Brienne. How did she find them, and more importantly, why hasn't she started running away yet? So the reader turns to face her and lets out a deep and guttural snarl. Fear washed across Brienne's face but she stands her ground.

This has never happened before. Their whole life, reader had been treated as a monster by everyone they knew. Even now, they were trying to get rid of this curse to live out a normal life.

And yet, Brienne stayed. In fact, she stepped closer and closer. The reader let out deep growls with each step but remained hunched over on all fours, still too weak and pained to move.

Finally, Brienne is less than an arm's length from the great beast. She reaches out, drawing back slightly when the reader pulls their head back, only to place her palm directly onto their forehead.

She sets her sword down and sits on the ground to try and show the reader that she isn't afraid of them, and the reader moves to sit down in front of her. Their eyes are locked, and Brienne brings both of her hands to cup the readers cheeks.

The reader has never felt affection like this before, and it's almost too much. They want to run away, but something in Brienne's eyes convince them to stay. Is it... love?

Over the course of the journey, the two had become close. The reader had almost immediately fallen for Brienne because who wouldn't, but Brienne fell harder when she realized the reader truly cared for her and saw past what she perceived as a "hideous appearance"

Finally, it ends when the reader curls up around Brienne and wraps their tail around her arm, convincing Brienne to sleep on top of them. She accepts and curls into the giant mound of fur before rather quickly falling asleep. In the morning, they return back to the camp where the reader decides they don't want to be cured if it means they can stay with Brienne.

She simply laughs and pulls the reader in for a kiss

(like of course this is gonna be more fleshed out and I'm not totally sure if all this makes sense bc it's like 1AM here and I should be asleep but I'm not)

#okay i did not mean for this to end up as an almost fully fleshed out fic on its own #god damn in good #but yeah im such a sucker for werewolf characters hating that part of themselves but slowly learning to love it #and then falling in love with the person who helped them accept themselves #even better when they both help each other #i am so nervous abt posting this #idk live laugh lesbianism or whatever #brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth my beloved

[souglias]

People Say To Take Things One Step At A Time For A Reason [GINTOKI]

OR: Gintoki makes a dire mistake about you in his drunken state

Gintoki x f!reader

c/w: gintoki has been drinking, alcohol mention, use of pet names (but for humour effect), all fluff no angst :>

word count: 1.2k

note: something I wrote for fun and sheesh finally a fluffy gintoki fic rather than my usual bittersweet fics. For my followers who saw my post about a gintoki multi-chapter fic a while ago, just in case you thought this is it, this is not it. Inspired by this (I couldn't find the image from the original artist's twitter 0-(-( )

All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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The phone rings at your bookstore at 1am as you're finishing up some administrative logs. It must be a prank for a call that’s way beyond opening hours. Even if it isn't, you decide you don't want to deal with queries at this time. The phone quietens after 5 rings.

Not long later, the phone starts ringing again. It sounds like urgent business for someone to be calling a bookstore twice in the middle of the night.

"Hello, this is Kabukicho books. How can I help you?"

An all-too-familiar voice comes out from the receiver. His words are slurred and you press the receiver to your ears as you strain to listen to him.

"Heyy, are you free for... dinner?"

"Gintoki. It is long past dinner."

"Dinner is any time after lunch and before breakfast."

"I want to sleep and you should too."

You hear whining from the other end of the phone. "Can't you have at least a parfait with me? We haven't met in a while!"

Is this a secret, roundabout cry for help from him? Coming from the very lips of Gintoki, those words feel like stark yellow paint on a white wall.

Regardless, you are a little concerned he's going to die in a ditch somewhere instead of making it home. Even if he's gotten this drunk multiple times before he called you today. 

He prompts you again with a "hello" before you hear some crashing on the other side.

You suppose once is fine. It is a solid reason to see the person you harbour feelings for. On top of that, he's right that the two of you have not seen each other for a while. And just maybe, it is a sign that he chose to call you out of everyone else.

(Okay but maybe you're just being delusional. Who else he could even call? Kagura would simply smash the ringing phone at this hour. If he calls up the Shimura household, Otae would tell him to die rather than let her younger brother pick him up.)

You sigh, "Where are you now?"

He hums a little before telling you the bar he visited. You pack up your work (that is still 1% unfinished) and head out into the cold winter night to find him. Gintoki should thank his lucky stars that you like him, otherwise, you would have left him to freeze. Almost no one gets to interrupt your work.

You easily find the telephone booth near the bar he patronised. As you approach the telephone booth, you see a scene you find somewhat humorous. He's bent over backwards in the cramped space, face pressed against the clear glass of the booth and feet propped against the other side. His eyes are closed, mouth slightly open with drool.

Taking out your phone, you snap a photo of him before you knock on the door. He's so ridiculously unsightly, but it endears you.

One eye of his cracks open and his lips upturn. You swing the door open and give him an unamused look. That doesn't shake his half-lidded eyes and a wide smile.

"Yo, you pretty thing."

Your heart skips a beat. Gintoki is possessed, or he's lost it. All Gintoki has been calling you is an ugly hag and a shit-faced bitch. To call you pretty is... out of this world.

"You're way too fucking drunk. Get out of there by yourself, I'm not helping you."

As he twists and turns to get himself out of that difficult position, he whines again. "Help me, woman! You can do this little thing for me right?”

Seeing him struggle, you decide to milk this scene. “Well, who am I for you to assume this is ‘little’?”

“My girlfriend.”

You're sure your face is visibly red at this point, and your heart is beating in your throat. You manage to stammer out, "What?"

"You're my girlfriend duh!" He exclaims without an ounce of doubt in his statement.

He's lost it. He's lost it.

"Since when? Huh? Huh? Why was I not informed about this?"

"Huh? Why are you-"

Gintoki freezes and he narrows his eyes at you. It dawns on him that you are not his girlfriend. 

To be precise, he has not asked you to be his girlfriend. 

Suddenly, he's able to stand upright in the phone booth. He remains rooted there, his body turned away from you. What has he done? His heart beats at a thousand per hour and he thinks he might collapse.

"Did you mistake me for a girlfriend or something? Anyway, you should have told us you have one."

He could pretend to black out now. Or maybe he should try to be smooth.

"Well, no... I don't. I just forgot I wasn't in the future, that's all!"

Gintoki timidly looks over his shoulder to check your reaction. From the puzzled look on your face, he fucked it. He doesn't even remember the exact pick-up line if one like this actually existed. Something about a girlfriend but in the future. 

"What are you talking about..."

He averts his gaze again. The obvious way to clarify everything is to be honest with you. It's that easy. It's that easy. But he can't say it. Even in his half-intoxicated state, he feels like he'll keel over saying those three or five words. He did plan to say it some time, but not in this manner.

You watch his broad back slowly shrink inwards, and you hear him mumble something you don't catch. A gut feeling fills your chest. You breathe, slowly regaining your composure. Meanwhile, he decides he should pretend to black out.

"Look, if you wanted me to be your girlfriend, you should have asked me first. I would have said yes. Don't skip steps, please. I'd like some order."

Already amid Operation Pretend-To-Collapse, Gintoki falls backwards and lands on the ground. But his eyes are wide open instead of shut as he lies on the ground, searching for a sign of a joke from you. You lower into a crouch, continuing to stare into his bewildered eyes. 

“So, what will it be, darling?” 

The weight you put on what you just called him makes him shudder. His face is too distractingly hot compared to his body for him to come up with any kind of retort. He mumbles again with his eyes looking elsewhere. 

“Huh? I can’t hear you, you have to speak up.” 

Words come out in a murmur. All you hear is the word “girlfriend” but you egg him more. “What?? Is this all you got, Sakata Gintoki??”

His hand reaches for your face and he pulls you towards him, pressing your lips against his. You can smell a sweet alcohol scent on him. When you pull away, you find a fiery, intense gaze in his eyes.

“You’re my girlfriend now, stupid.”

Just like that, he renders you speechless. But a smile tugs on the corner of your lips, and you stifle a laugh.

Gintoki picks himself up from the ground, still a little woozy. You grab his arm to steady him, then decide to wrap your arm around his back. He stiffens slightly but eases into your arm for support. When he rests his arm around your shoulders, both of you begin the journey to his home.

“Just so you know, I have unfinished work thanks to your ‘little’ favour. You owe me now. Maybe you should be the one buying me a parfait instead, honeypie.”

He glances at you only for a moment, unamused, before he turns away. You laugh, getting a kick from the whole night of teasing your friend-turned-boyfriend. Suddenly, you stop laughing.

“You didn’t throw up before you met me right?”

“I didn’t.”

Disgust starts creeping onto your face. “Are you sure? Are you sure?”

“I didn’t, you shit.”

#gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki imagines #sakata gintoki #gintama x reader #gintama writing #gintama imagines #gintama #souglia.s #the way i had titled this 'confess your love for me' in my google docs #also fun fact this idea has been sitting in my drafts for a while #and it was inspired by a particular piece of pinterest art that has him drunk and bent over in a telephone booth

[earthtooz]

a dear writer [@lytters] asked for shinso content and i said YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND BC I LOVE SHINSO!!!!!!!

in which you bake with shinso at 1am

when shinso stumbled downstairs for a class of water during the middle of the night, he wasn’t expecting to see another soul already occupying the kitchen. 

nor was he expecting it to be you, busy amidst various mixing bowls, measuring cups and baking trays. there were dozens of each, and the whirring of the oven gave him a vague idea of what you were doing. 

why were you running a commercial kitchen at this hour - 1 am, of the night? 

shinso hesitated as he lurked in the shadows, watching you operate in the dim yet warm lighting of the UA kitchens since he wasn’t so sure if he had the guts to talk to you. especially when his bed-hair was a mess and his shirt was wrinkled, a sign of the peaceful rest he was having, but even if he was having the slumber of his life, he did not want to appear like a mess in front of you.

at the realisation that he was being a creep and that he should probably check up on you rather than prioritising his own humility, shinso finally stepped out of the dark and walked into the luxurious kitchen.

he watches as you spoon the flour, measuring it out-

“what are you doing-”

“-huh!”

the metal spoon clanks loudly onto the counter, the offensive noise causing the both of you to wince. you notice the flour that was now all over your shirt and the counter, but more importantly, you finally notice the purple-haired's presence.

“shinso! you scared me!” you exclaimed in a hushed tone, not wanting to be loud and wake anyone up. the dorms were quite spacious, you doubt noise could travel that far but still.

“sorry,” he mutters, ignoring the way his heart was going into overdrive.

was it because of the scare or you? 

it was definitely you. sweet, friendly, loveable you, who has managed to lure shinso’s heart in line and sinker without even realising it. he had his first glance at you at the UA sports festival where he managed to watch you after his match, admiring you in complete awe and fascination. what harboured as the tiniest crush then intensified during the joint training between class a and class b. thankfully, he wasn’t up against you but you were kind enough to spark conversation alongside kaminari and midoriya, all three of you beaming at him with a friendly welcome. 

but he was quickly knocked back down to earth when he realised just how ferocious you could really be. he thanked his lucky stars that he wasn’t the team fighting against yours.

it’s hard to believe that the same person he’s feared and admired from afar for the past year was now baking… cookies? at 1 am.

“it’s okay,” you smile at him gently. “did you need something? why are you here?”

“i just wanted to get a glass of water and head back to bed but since you’re here-”

“-oh my gosh! i’m sorry, i don’t mean to stop you. you can go ahead.”

“no no, it’s okay. i think i’m the one that intruded,” he stumbles towards the cabinet of glasses and retrieves one, filling it up with water before chugging it down swiftly. water hits, y’know? “what are you baking instead of sleeping?

“aww, shinso, are you worried for me?”

he huffs in response. the answer is yes, he is very worried for you.

his silence doesn’t deter you, “i’m making cookies for the class. we all had our first exam of the year yesterday and we all managed to pass! that’s a record by the way. so i thought i’d do something nice for everyone.”

“do you always do this?”

you nod your head, cracking an egg into the bowl, “never by myself though. i always do it with sato but i think he’s still suffering the aftermath of a sugar high. i'm letting him sleep tonight.” 

he lets your words and actions sink in for a moment. without thinking, he offers a quiet ‘would you like some help?’

you almost don’t hear him over the whirring of the oven.

“no, no, it’s okay!” you reassure, “i just have two batches left and after that i’m done! you should go back to bed.”

“are you sure?”

“some help would be nice but i don’t want to inconvenience you,” as an afterthought, you add, “besides, you rejected my invitation to cook dinner together so i kinda assumed you’re a bad cook.”

shinso sees the upturn of a smirk playing upon your lips, a sign that you were simply messing around. he remarks by saying, “hey, well now i know. will you allow me a redemption round?"

in truth, he had been deeply regretting the incident that occurred. not too long ago, you had offered for him to join you in making dinner for the class, but in a moment of panic, shinso simply became too flustered and rushed out the quickest ‘no!’ of his life before scrambling away. he didn’t catch the moment of shock that graced your features at his outburst and how you hid your disappointment at the self-conceived idea of shinso not wanting to spend time with you.

you spout something between a laugh and a gasp, “excuse you, i made the meanest chow mein that night.”

he laughs, “you did.” 

shinso closes the gap between you by taking a step closer, “now, how can i help?”

you hand him the packet of unopened chocolate, commanding him to cut it into chunks.

it’s a peaceful and methodical routine you’ve established. as you instruct shinso around, you fall into a harmonious pattern of preparing and baking, with nothing but the music of your rapid heartbeats keeping you company.

as you put the last batch in the oven, you both let out a sigh of relief. a comfortable silence dawns upon you whilst you take the moment the admire shinso under the melancholic light of the kitchen. how (un)fortunate for you that such a beautiful man was now your classmate. it wasn’t helping that there was something so indescribably intimate about the night you’ve shared. baking with someone at the earliest hours of the morning was not something mere classmates did, but neither of you dared to address it, especially not when your fingers kept brushing together. 

whilst the last batch cools, shinso slump down on the chair with a sigh of content, eyes beginning to feel heavy and the prospect of sleeping becomes a little too appealing. he doesn’t retreat yet though, not when he notices that you’re walking towards him with a box of cookies.

“thanks for the help,” you mutter. shinso takes the box happily, gazing upon several goods sorted neatly in the paper packaging that you had handed him.

sitting down beside him, you flash him a soft, yet genuine smile, “i’m glad you’re in class a now, shinso. we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”he can’t help but grin too, “i’m glad i’m here too.” (glad that he’s here with you, possibly the most captivating and exquisite person he’s ever met, but he won’t tell you that, not until the time is right and the music in his heart grows into a distinguishable melody only for you.)

this was so quick but i couldn't resist writing it as soon as i got the inspiration!!! shinso is so SKRUNKLY AND SO CUTE!!!!!!!!

i'm not entirely happy with that i just wrote but i still think it's pretty cute :)

#YOUR PROMPT GAVE ME SO MANY IDEAS L #AHHHHHH #mha x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinsou histoshi x reader #my hero academia x reader #shinso fic #shinsou fic #shinsou x reader fic #shinso x reader fic #mha x reader fic #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader

[shawnflowers]

noooo i totally didnt post this earlier whattttt … anywho this has been in my head for a while now i think it’s so sweet. this is gonna take place after wm12 bc emo 🤌🏼 anyway enjoy have fun *nose boops*

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ content: fluff <3

it was 1am by the time the show was over. you were tired, you had a long day the next day, but sleep was absolutely the last thing on your mind.

you watched wrestlemania by yourself, saving yourself the embarrassment of screaming in glee when your boyfriend won his match.

shawn is now the wwf champion, an achievement that was once a dream. how could you not be excited for him? you only wish you could be there for him in person but it just couldn’t work out with your schedule.

so, no, you weren’t in the same time zone and your anxiety festered on for the little sleep you would be getting but it just didn’t matter. what mattered was when he would eventually call you. he’ll probably be on his way to an afterparty very soon, which is fine, you just hope he hasn’t forgotten about you. you just want to hear his voice.

time kept ticking away without the shrill of your phone filling your ears. you got changed into more comfortable clothing, slipping on one of his t-shirts that landed just below your butt. after fifteen minutes of no calls, you made sure to sit right next to the phone as you continued to watch tv. however, your eyes began to droop shut and your body started it’s descent into heaviness as your brain traveled to dreamland.

but then your phone rang.

you sprang up, reaching for the receiver and nearly knocking over your lamp in the process.

“hello?”

there was a beat of silence. “hi, baby.”

“congratulations! i’m so proud of you.” you tried your best not to scream as to not wake your brother up, but it was damn hard. “you’ve always been the champ in my eyes.”

you could hear him chuckle through the line. he probably had his best shit-eating grin on, which, normally you couldn’t stand because it always came with him being cocky, but right now you couldn’t care. who cares about a grin when he’s the new champion?

“thank you. what time is it, are you tired?”

“oh, me? no don’t worry about me i’m fine. so, tell me about it, tell me how you felt.”

“it was incredible, exhilarating, unbelievable, and so many other words i can’t even think of right now. i always thought i looked good wrapped up in gold, but this… this is something else.”

you smiled at that. “that’s good, honey. do you think i can wear it one time?”

“sure, next time i see you. when… is that again?”

“next week. friday to be exact and i won’t be leaving your side for a while,” you hummed, twisting the phone cord around your finger.

“i’m counting on it.”

“are you, though? i don’t think you’re prepared for what i have in store for you.”

“oh? and what’s that, baby?”

you giggled, feeling your cheeks begin to heat. you’re never this brash on the phone but you’ve missed him and all pent up energy is finally coming out. “well, first-”

you heard some rustling on his end of the phone, followed by muffled voices. you heard the voices come a bit closer, determining one of them to be hunter. “shawn?”

after a brief moment of silence, you could hear shawn groan before he eventually spoke again. “shit, sorry. i’ve gotta go, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow, okay? i’ll make it up to you.”

you faked a sigh, almost as if you were disappointed. but in reality, you knew this moment would be coming. “okay. just one last thing you should know, i’m not wearing any underwear beneath your shirt. have fun!”

“what—” and then you hung up, giggling to yourself, imagining his jaw being slack in disbelief. you’re sure you’ll have to hear about this tomorrow, but for now you sleep, dreaming of him.

#first bit of writing in a year bear with me 🙏🏼 #wwe #wwf #wwe fanfiction #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels

[jayfortheday]

eli trying to take care of his drunk girlfriend. she’s giddy and talkative and very handsy. just wants to touch eli no matter what. she asks him to be her boyfriend and he says no because he’s already got a girlfriend and she starts crying “i wanted you to be my boyfriend. you’re so cute a-and handsome and really funny” he’s just fully messing with you

So Pretty Right Now (Eli Brooks)

Pairing: Eli Brooks x F!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 616

Description: Eli takes care of his drunk girlfriend

Tags: drunk reader, kinda fluffy

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You giggled quietly to yourself as Eli struggled to support you and unlock the front door to your apartment at the same time. You put your hand on Eli’s chest, both to hold yourself to him and just to touch him. 

“So grabby tonight,” Eli remarked playfully as he finally pushed the door open. 

“Well,” you hiccuped. “Not my fault you’re really grabbable.” Eli shoved the keys back into his pocket before wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you into the apartment. You laughed out loud as he pulled you forward. 

Eli led you to the couch and sat you down. 

“Alright, just stay here for a minute,” he said as he began to walk away. 

“Noooo,” you groaned as you stood to follow him, grabbing the back of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart,” he laughed, turning to take a hold of your hand. “I’m just gonna lock the door and grab you some water, ok? I’m not going anywhere.” You narrowed your eyes as you looked at him, and continued to hold tight to him. “Alright, fine, I guess you can come.” A smile grew on your face and you leaned against him as he walked forward. 

Eli stayed true to what he said, he locked the door and walked to the kitchen. He reached into the cabinet to pull a glass down and filled it with water from the tap. Your steps faltered as you followed him, holding tight to his free hand and allowing him to lead you. 

“Here you go,” Eli offered as he turned around to hand you the glass of water. You eagerly took it and swallowed it all. When you finished, you placed the glass on the counter, Eli’s hand hovering just below yours in case you missed. 

After you placed the glass on the counter, you stepped, almost fell, forward and wrapped your arms around Eli. 

“Hmm, I love you,” you hummed as you nuzzled your cheek into his shoulder. 

“I love you too, but come on, let’s get you to bed, baby,” Eli chuckled, using your hold on him to lead you through the small apartment. As Eli walked with you, you turned your head up to him and gazed at his eyes. 

“You look really pretty right now,” you almost whispered, a smile ghosting on your lips. Eli smiled in response, turning to place a small kiss to the side of your head. 

Eli stopped short of the door, pausing to open it, before continuing inside. He sat you down on the edge of the bed before reaching to remove your coat. He slipped the thick fabric off your shoulders, pressing another small kiss to your head as he leaned down. He placed the jacket on the opposite end of the bed, just barely hanging off the edge. 

“I’m sure these have been killing you,” Eli guessed as he kneeled down to slip your heeled shoes off your feet. “They look killer, but they probably feel terrible.” He placed the shoes off the side, being sure to be careful as he knew the pair was one of your favorites. 

“And you, Miss Y/N, should try to get some sleep,” Eli said as he gently pushed your shoulder to get you to lean back into the bed. 

“Can you stay?” You asked as you allowed yourself to be pushed back onto the bed. 

“Was planning on it,” he responded, walking over to the other side of the bed to sit next to you. “Now go to bed.” A smile was on his face as he brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face. 

“Okay,” you smiled lovingly at him as you closed your eyes.

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A/N: Hope yall enjoyed! Y'all, I literally just had surgery and it's like 1am so I'm sorry for the quality and the hiatus. Trust me, I am trying my silly little best

#eli brooks #eli brooks x reader #the girl next door #fanfic #fanfiction

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“c’mon jungkook! think about it” tina tries to reason with jungkook before he completely gives up on the idea. “you’re a self made billionaire who became what your father thought you couldn’t be. you’re a family man, a husband, and went against all odds to be where you are now. a story like this is relatable, inspirational, and is bound to generate millions. i already asked idols like mingyu, g-dragon, and even suga but my company sees you as a better fit for the line and i agree too. if you won’t be the global ambassador can you model some of the clothing instead? please?”

“i get it. i’m a mom too, y’know? well you probably don’t know but i became a mom last year and i miss my daughter everyday but jackson is very supportive and i’m sure y/n will support you. just…just give it some thought okay? tell her about it and then have your team reach out to me about your final decision” tina says as her manager packs her briefcase before they’re both bidding jungkook goodbye to think about what was discussed.

“that was so goooood!!!” jorja says.

“i know right” alina chimes in. “i thought the movie was really cute and meaningful”

“only cause you cried during that feel scene”

“hey!!! it was really emotional! how about you y/n? did you like it?”

“i loved it! i wish jia was old enough cause i’d love to watch this with her but then again i don’t want my babies to grow up” you pout.

yeah, the movie was really enjoyable and if it wasn’t for jorja making you go back and change into something more barbie-like, you would’ve been on time but overall it was fun.

you love bonding with your two friends and after the movies, you all head to a local ice cream parlor for a sweet treat, talk some more, and around 10:30-ish you all say goodbye and head home.

you arrive at the house by 10:50 and jungkook still has yet to be home which causes a bit of concern because just how long is this supposed meeting supposed to be, huh?

“hi sweetheart, how was your mom’s club night?”

“haha, it was fun. went to see barbie, had some ice cream, it was fun all-around” you laugh as you give ji-ae a hug.

“well i have to hurry home. i have a guest to tend to”

“is it him?” you smirk “when are you gonna tell jungkook?”

“when we make it official i’ll tell him. until then promise you won’t say anything?”

“i promise. you enjoy yourself and thank you for watching the kids”

“of course, sweetheart. they’re are asleep in their bedrooms so hopefully they won’t cause any trouble” ji-ae says before giving you a hug and heading out the door to head back home.

of course as soon as ji-ae leaves you’re jump scared by your three year old asking to cuddle with you and who are you to deny your little one cuddles? instead of sleeping in bed, you patiently wait for jungkook downstairs on the couch with jaemin fast asleep on your lap with his favorite blanket and spider-man stuffy.

it’s now 12:53 in the morning and finally after nearly three hours of waiting, jungkook is back home and is shocked to see you wide awake but with a suspicious look on your face.

“you’re home late” you say “i mean, i knew you’d be home later but it’s almost 1AM jungkook. what were you and tina even talking about?”

As much as he’s glad to be finally home back to you, you look a little pissed off. “ princess… I’m so sorry but I didn’t know it would take up this much time…” he says while, taking off his shoes, and he makes sure to whisper because he knows that Jaemin is sleeping right onto your lap.

The sight makes him smile a lot, “ we were talking about the clothing Line obviously yn.” He laughs, approaching you on the couch, he sits beside you. His eyebrow raises, “uh we were talking about the clothing line, yn. And then she asked me a question.- and then she started to talk about her daughter!” he tells you and he makes sure to add the daughter bit so you can calm down a little, “I didn’t even know that she had a kid with some Jackson guy.” He smiles.

He had a nice time with her and the assistant as well, and it was really refreshing that she was really professional, and she didn’t even make it obvious that she was his ex.

“it was like we were friends as compared to exes or business partners, you know?” He tells you everything. “And her daughter is pretty cute.” He coos, children make him soft now, which is weird.

Jungkook goes in to pull you in for a kiss on the lips, before he tells you about the whole ambassador thing. “and right, she asked me to be the global ambassador for the line.. and asked me to model the clothes too?!” He scoffs.

He’s got his hands around your shoulders, and he feels really good right now. “Tell me, what should I do? and did you have fun today? Sorry I couldn’t really call you.” He sighs.

“also are the twins asleep? And did ma already already go home?” He asks but you look distracted, you don’t look at him, which is concerning.

“Wait are you going to punish me yn?” He jokes, laughing.

#ask: tpol!jungkook #yn has nothing to worry about 🤣🩷

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 21 - Black Friday

SOTS Masterlist

"Here we go." Jonah flicked his camera to start recording, scanning his surroundings as he filmed the before at what would surly be the shit-show to top all shit-shows. He hadn't stopped messaging you since he'd woken up at 1am, telling you all about his new camcorder and how excited he was for his first Black Friday at the store.

You almost felt guilty at how quickly you knew his dream of a 'good black Friday' would be crushed.

"This is the Super Bowl of retail. There's a buzz in the air, a charge that probably doesn't read on camera. Uh, but over here we have the pre-opening potluck." With Jonah walking closer and closer to the crowd of employees that had been gathered at such an unholy hour to open the store, you could feel said tension that 'didn't read on camera' - and you hoped Garrett didn't snatch the camera from Jonah's hands and break it as much as he looked like he wanted to. "Every employee brings a dish, much in the spirit of sharing. Isn't that a delightful tradition, Amy?

"Yeah, I love waking up at 3:00 a.m. to eat Sandra's cold spinach casserole." Amy sassed, letting out a deep sigh as she scooped another spoonful of the cold casserole onto her plate.

"It's meant to be served cold." Sandra snapped back, the early hour bringing out a more angered side in even her, who was ever the peacemaker.

"Okay, Garrett, any advice for my first Black Friday?" Jonah asked, turning the camera to face Garret, who had a scowl settled on his face as he placed forkful after forkful of food into his mouth.

"Get that camera out my face."

"All right, not a morning person." Jonah brushed off Garrett's unusual aggression, blaming it on the early hour, and turned to Cheyenne in hopes of getting a genuine, better response. "Cheyenne, how about you? How're you feeling?"

"I'm okay. I think I hit something with my car, but I was too tired to check." Cheyenne admitted, though without remorse as he slouched into the palm of her hand, prodding at the food that remained on her plate.

"Well, that's alarming." Jonah gulped nervously, finally turning to you - who had been observing the progression of his documentary - and asking you the deeded question. "Y/n! How are you finding this joyous morning?"

"I am running solely on caffeine and fear. I couldn't sleep last night because I was thinking about today." You admitted, deciding to ease Jonah into the heartbreak he would feel if he thought today would be anything close to good. "Guess how many red bulls I've drank so far?12."

"That doesn't seem safe for-"

"Okay, attention, everyone." Glenn interrupted Jonah's display of concern, address the crowd that was gathered around the potluck. "Black Friday is the most important day of the year. And the key to getting through it is to stay calm. No matter what happens, I am gonna stay Obama cool."

"Okay, Chris, we all know how you feel about Obama. You can stay George W. Bush cool. Remember how calm he was on 9/11? Well, not that this is gonna be 9/11. This is gonna be better than 9/11. No, why do I keep saying 9/11?" Glenn rambled, quickly getting lost in the metaphor - and a bad one at that.

"What's 9/11?" Garrett asked with a straight face, a chocked laugh coming from you at despair that crossed Glenn's face.

"You didn't hear?"

"All right, everybody, focus up." Dina took over the morning debrief, getting straight to the point of what she wanted to talk about. "Today, you need to prepare for the worst. If you find yourself in a jam, remember the word ACT. Assess, Communicate, Take Action. Assess: Assess the situation. Communicate: Communicate. Take Action: Take action. I don't really need to explain it. Amy?"

"Thank you, Deen. All right, I want a minimum of five employees in each zone, eight in Electronics, obviously in rolling, two-person pigeon teams." Wincing at Amy's words, you hoped you wouldn't end up in electronics today, knowing how chaotic it would be in there today. "All RMDs need to have the right CPOs. We'll assimilate any dead stock for TKTs at the end of the day. Got it?"

Grumbles of agreement came from all around - except from Jonah who stood their, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, confusion filling his face and camera gripped tightly in his grasp.

"Jonah, can you please be in charge of tracking the UPTs and logging them in the T7?"

"Yes, I certainly can." Jonah agreed with slight hesitance, not knowing what on earth Amy was in about but pretending to non the less.

"I just made that up." Amy explained, a smile curling onto her face for the first time this morning as she teased a clueless Jonah. "You're on spills and trash."

"Cool." Jonah let out a low whistle, sinking into himself as everyone began to move around and get ready to face the day ahead.

"Not cool." You confirmed, bumping your elbow against Jonah's to get him to look at you. "In fact, I don't think you could've get a less cool job."

"Okay, break." Amy yelled, everyone standing from their seats and abandoning their plates of food in order to get turkey ready for the nightmare that would be the day ahead.

Leaving Jonah's side, you leant over the countertop of the cafe, sliding yet another red-bull out from its home and into your grasp. Cracking it open, you took a large and long sip, quickly catching up with Amy as you chugged the sweet liquid.

Today was going to be long, but the day off that waited on the other side would be worth it.

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"Pretend I'm not here." Jonah whispered, hoping it wouldn't be caught in camera as he interrupted you and Amy's stocktake to add to his little film.

"Why pretend when you could really just not be here?" Amy snapped, glaring down at the camera as Jonah creeped around the edge of the isle, filming the two of you.

"Actually what is this? Are you putting together some kind of 'black Friday' nature documentary?" You asked, waving at the camera before Jonah slammed the viewfinder shut, placing it down onto the beer crates separating the three of you.

"You know, everybody here is so jaded." Jonah scoffed, folding his arms across his chest defiantly as his actions went unappreciated; or at the least unwelcomed. "This is exciting! This is fun. This is, like, the closest our country has to the running with the bulls in Pamplona."

"Jonaaah." You groaned, throwing your head back exasperatedly. Could you ever go one day without Jonah being Jonah? You loved his antics, though you couldn't speak for the rest of the store.

"Okay, I'll shut up, sorry."

"Wow, I just got really nauseous all of a sudden." Amy grimaced, her eyebrows scrunching as she placed a hand gently on top of her stomach.

"Nauseated." Jonah corrected before wincing and then beginning to apologise. "I'm so sorry. That's, like, a reflex a mine. I'm working on it."

"It's weird. I never get sick. It's like when-" Amy's face suddenly paled, some kind of realisation crossing her face as she quickly stumbled over her words. "Finish this."

Amy pushed the clipboard into Jonah's grasp, him staring down at the paper attached with great hesitation.

"For what it's worth." Taking the clipboard gently from his grasp, you began checking over the stock that was piled in front of you, checking off everything you could see that matched the list with much greater haste then Jonah. "You're getting better at that. The not correcting thing."

"You think? I am trying. Like I said, it's a bad reflex."

"It's a Jonah reflex is what I think." You added with a chuckle, the ease of conversation settling the tension that you weren't sure if was from that amount of caffeine in your bloodstream or the Black Friday jitters. "Don't worry about today, J. Stick to what you know and things will be A-Okay. Need anything give me a bell."

Placing the completed checklist on top of the pile of beer crates and boxes, you turned to Jonah, resting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing reassuringly. "Thanks, peach."

"Anytime, now let's get this show on the road!" Squeezing Jonah's shoulder once more, you leant back to the beer crates, grabbing his camera and opening the viewfinder and flicking it on.

Grabbing the lapel of Jonah's work vest you pulled him close to the camera lens, pressing record as you did so.

"Any last words, shithead?" You asked, another laugh bubbling past your lips at the offended look that glazed over Jonah's face.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Jonah replied, determination filling his words as he took the camera from your hands and ran off into the store, ready to film god knows what, with you hot on his heels.

Coming to a stop at the front of the store, Jonah insisting he had to ask customers of their experiences - especially considering everyone in the store was 'too grumpy' to give him film worthy answers - you saw Dina and Glenn getting ready to let customers in.

Before you had the chance to blink, an onslaught of customer pushed past the entrance to the store, flooding it instantly with no regard to anyone but themselves.

"If I could just get everybody describing what Black Friday means to them..." Jonah tried to shout above the volume of the crowd, quickly getting pushed into by someone rushing off towards the sales, and crashing into you; sending you both hard and fast to the ground.

"Hey! That's a new camera!" Jonah shouted after the person - or rather people - who had caused the two of you to fall, his camera now just out of reach due to the commotion.

"Attention, Cloud 9 shoppers." Garret began hesitantly, eyeing up the vicious shoppers as the stormed through the store that had been open for mere seconds. "Apparently Black Friday has begun. From all of us here at Cloud 9, have a great Purge."

Pushing up onto your elbows, you left out a series of quick, shallow breath, attempting to calm down from the chaos of Black Friday beginning and being pushed over. "Holy shit. Did they break the door down?"

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"Oh, no, I mean, I wouldn't call myself a filmmaker, like, capital F." Jonah explained to the man he'd somehow convinced to let him interview; the sweet, old man having Jonah's camera perched against his cart.

"He's being humble, I think. He totally would." You refuted, the older man letting out a brittle laugh at your teasing, him having earlier complimented you and Jonah's teamwork.

"We'll see how it all cuts together in the end." Jonah debated, briefly thanking the man before spinning around, camera in hand, to get a panoramic shot of the isle you had ended up in - his shot landing in Pharmacy.

"Oh, is this for you? Extra dirty for a naughty little girl." Tate asked, waving a pregnancy test far above Amy's head, and out of her reach.

"Okay, you pervert, just give me the pregnancy test!" Amy shouted back, jumping to try - and finally - get a hold of the plastic stick so that she could use it.

"Ames?" The words slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, Amy's face paling and her palms sweating as she turned to face the two of you, camera centred on her.

"No, this wasn't..." Amy began, stumbling over an excuse as to why she had the box in her hold and why she'd fought Tate so aggressively for it.

"Oh, we, we were just..." You tried to explain, not sure if anything you could say to Any would fix the weird tension that had settled over the three of you.

"I had to keep..." Amy pointed between the stick and the shelves behind you; completely void of pregnancy tests though you doubted that's why she needed it.

"I didn't..." Jonah pointed at the camera, now facing the floor, viewfinder closed shut and hopefully no longer recording. "Sucks we lost the Rams, huh?"

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"Ames!" You gasped as she came out of the employee bathroom, turning away from the poster board to pull her into a hug.

"Were you just waiting for me?" Amy asked, more concerned by the fact the store was missing two employees on its busiest day of the year then she was that you'd followed her to pee.

"N-no, I didn't even know you were I was just checking out the fliers here. Y/n wanted to see if anyone needed a roommate, so that's, uh..." Jonah excused, trying to play it off as if it was all a coincidence that you were here.

"It's negative. I am not pregnant." Amy replied bluntly, her hands falling to her sides as a tight lipped smile formed on her face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry or happy for you. I don't whatever applies to your, you." Jonah frantically gestured at Amy, hoping to convey how he was happy for her if she was happy; though he failed to do so miserably.

"What he means is we're happy if you're happy, Ames." You reassured, reaching for Amy's hand and squeezing it gently in an attempt to comfort her.

"Well, it's complicated, 'cause, you know, at first I was really panicked, and, I don't know, I started having other feelings-"

"Oh, God." Jonah interrupted with a deep groan, his hand coming to clutch his stomach as he bent over slightly.

"Okay, dick, sorry I'm boring you." Amy snapped, folding her arms across her chest defensively at Jonah's sudden change of attitude.

"No, no, it's not...I, I just suddenly..." Jonah could barely get his words out, gagging halfway through before pushing past the two of you and into the men's bathroom. Loud wrenching and heaving slipping past the door.

Before you had a chance to question what was going on, Dina ran up from behind you, pushing the two of you apart as she ran into the woman's bathrooms. "Out of my way, Rodriguez."

"What was that about?" You asked, turning to Amy with confusion clear on your face; as though she hadn't seen the limited events you had and knew more as to what was going on.

"I don't-"

"Are you okay Ames?" You asked, turning to face Amy and stepping closer to her, closing the gap that had been created between the two of you. "I think it would be weird. Y'know. Having a pregnancy scare. I don't know if I would be happy or sad at the outcome. It depends on too many things."

"I'm fine." Amy commanded, her hand mindlessly resting against her stomach as she spoke. "Thank you though, y/n. Things are just- Adams- I-"

"I get it, Ames." Pulling Amy into a hug, you squeezed her tightly, hoping that she would feel comforted in the fact you were at least trying to understand what she was going though. However it was quickly ended as Mateo pushed past the two of you and ran into the Men's bathroom, tightly clutching his stomach. "What the-?"

"I feel like we should go and find Glenn." Amy suggested, hand wrapped around your worst as she pulled you away from the bathrooms and towards the store floor.

"That sounds like a great idea."

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"Okay, everyone, here's the sitch." Glenn addressed the few stragglers you'd managed to gather in the café, hoping to formulate some kind of plan as to how to manage today. "It appears that everyone in the store got very ill from food poisoning, probably from our potluck. Oh well, sacrebleu."

Jonah took in a sharp breath, gaining you attention, his wide-eyed expression telling you he couldn't quite believe Glenn's laid back attitude. You couldn't quite believe it yourself either; Glenn was always stressed, and for him to be so... calm on the one day he shouldn't have been was beginning to concern you.

"You know, stuff happens. As you can see, though, I am, uh I am staying very calm. I took a pill." That explained it. "I don't think it did anything, though. Oh, I like this store."

"I just wanna go home." Cheyenne groaned, her head dropping into her hands as she - much like everyone else - was quickly riddled with sickness.

"I can't do this. I'm one of those people who hates being sick." Mateo agreed, his wording eliciting a deep chorus of groans from the group surrounding him.

"Hot take, Mateo." Amy chastised, rolling her eyes before resuming her calm and collected look. "All right, we've lost half our staff. We are what's left. Sandra, you're off of go-backs. I need you to cross-check Housewares. Heather and Brett, you guys are on opposite puking cycles, right? So you can switch off. And, um, Myrtle, I'm gonna need you to start folding, like, 1,000 times faster."

"You got it. Full steam ahead!" Myrtle replied, continuing to fold at what appeared to be the same speed as before.

"I didn't eat anything this morning. I'm like, completely fine." You revealed, Mateo swatting at your arm repeatedly.

"Way to brag about it, y/n." Swatting Mateo back, you let out a scoff, shifting your weight between your feet and folding your arms across your chest.

"I didn't mean it like that Mateo." You chastised, turning to Amy as you spoke once again. "What I meant was, if you need me on anything, I'll be on anything."

"Great." Amy smiled - genuinely smiled - for the first time today, happy to have someone who was still on their feet despite everything that had already gone to shit today. "Get to electronics and stay in electronics."

"That's evil." Cheyenne argued, her hand clutching her stomach as she started to feel sick again. "Y/n was trying ti be nice and you've-"

Cheyenne didn't get to finish her disagreement, instead rushing away to the customer bathrooms, one hand clutching her stomach and the other covering her mouth.

"Ugh. Tell me about it." You muttered to yourself, walking away from the café as the group dispersed, each to their own area to try and get as much done as possible. Kicking at the ground you frustratedly made your way over to electronics; knowing it was the least you could do to help the situation but hating it non the less.

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Rounding the corner to electronics, you were met with the complete and utter chaos you knew you would face. Customers ran amuck through the open cases, grabbing the and tablet alike, throwing them into their carts and baskets as though they weren't hundreds of dollars worth of machinery.

Was there any point in trying?

"Ma'am, if you could just let me unlock the cabinet then I can grab that for you." Marcus's voiced filled your ears, as calm as ever despite the raging woman who stood before him, trying to rush him to open the cabinet quicker then was possible.

"There you go, ma'am." Marcus held out the tablet to the woman who quickly snatched it from between his grasp, walking away without so much as a thank you.

"Hard day?" You asked, bumping you hip into Marcus's as you walked around him, gently unclicking the cabinet keys from his belt and unlocking the cabinets before you.

"Wouldn't you know it." He mused, turning around and leaning against the cabinet he'd just opened a moment ago. "What brings you to the wasteland that is electronics?"

"Amy asked me. Everyone else is suffering from food poisoning." Moving along the row to the next unit, you began to unlock the door, flinging then open once you'd done so. "How're you fairing with it?"

"I seem to be on opposite puking cycles with Justine, so we've been switching out. I reckon I've got a good 5 minutes until it's one train back to barf-town."

"Ugh, gross." You grimaced, Marcus wincing at your words as you briskly moved onto another cabinet. "At least I came by while you were here."

Marcus smiled down at you, a blush forming on his cheeks that he wasn't sure if was from sickness or the sweetness of your words. "Why- what are you doing by the way?"

"Making our job a whole lot easier." Unlocking the final cabinet in your reach, you pushed the doors open, pushing yourself up on top of the flat-roofed cabinet and shouting.

"Quiet!" The electronics department came to a stand-still as your booming voice, every customer looking to your for guidance amongst the chaos. "All tablet cases have been opened; what we have here, is all we have left. First come, first served."

Jumping down from the counter-top, you grabbed Marcus's hand, dragging him away from electronics as customers swarmed towards the cabinets you had just announced to be open. Stopping against the doors towards the back of the store, just out of reach of electronics but close enough to see it, you and Marcus were pressed against each other. Heaving breaths taken as you stood in the cramped doorway, tinsel covering the arches, Christmas now only around the corner as Black Friday came closer and closer to an end.

"People are crazy." You muttered, observing how people fought over the tablets that you sold every other day of the year, sometimes even with better others then we're on now. "The indulgence of Black Friday is something I'll never understand."

Marcus hummed in agreement, his hands resting against your waist as the two of you watched on at the chaos. The slow, circular motions of his thumbs rubbing against the exposed skin between where your shirt ended and your jeans began, tore your gaze away from the crowds and onto Marcus.

His face was flushed and his hair was tousled and he was biting back a smile as he watched people fight over halo brand tech that was sure to break sooner rather then later. He looked rather handsome, you concluded, even with his goofy smile and fever-induced sweat.

"What?" Marcus asked, his gaze finally flickering over to you as you stared up at the taller man.

"Nothing." You replied with a sickly sweet smile, teeth and all.

"Well, would you look at that." Marcus mused, his head tilting up so he was now looking just above your head, you following suit. A quiet laugh slipped past your lips at the realisation. "Mistletoe."

"You know how this goes?" Marcus asked, turning to face you once again, his lips breaking past the bounds his teeth had previously held, wide smile forming on his face.

"Oh, I definitely do, Mr. White." You purred, standing on the tips of your toes to meet Marcus in a kiss, your lips slanting together, teeth clashing at the movement.

Chapped lips brushed against your own, softer, ones, Marcus humming against you as he put more pressure into the kiss, you back now pressed against the door frame. Moving your hand up his arm and over his shoulder, you tangled your hands in the tuft of hair at the bottom of his neck, pulling, eliciting a groan from Marcus - who's thumbs still rubbed at the skin of your waist.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, ma'am." Pushing yourself away from each other, you turned to face the woman, a look of displeasure crossing her features: smoothing your shirt back down, and then quickly moving your hands to smooth your hair down. "What can I do for you today?"

"The line for the checkout isn't moving. You need to open more then one checkout." The woman glared down at you, making you feel unsure of yourself as her gaze didn't break.

"Of course ma'am, I'll get that sorted for you." The woman stormed off at the assurance, starting a new que at a checkout that you now realised to be completely empty - much like all the others - except for one being manned by a green-faced Dina. "Have a heavenly day."

Turning back to Marcus, you were met with a swinging door to the back rooms, and the sound of wretching echoing down the corridor. Heading in the opposite direction of poor Marcus's violent throwing up, you made your way to the break room, hoping to find help that the store floor clearly needed.

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"This is the dark night of our souls a portrait of hopelessness. A...wow, we've lost Brett." Jonah muttered as Brett snatched the camera from his hands and closed it, throwing it against the counter-top in the break room.

"It's the cameras fault, not yours, J." You reassured, patting him on the shoulder gently as you slid into the break room, lingering by the door slightly as to not disturb the eerie silence within it.

"Y/n?" Jonah asked, snapping around to face you. "What are you-"

"I need, need, need, someone to come on checkouts." You pleaded, gaining the attention of the whole break room as you begged Jonah to come and join you on the floor. "I think Dina's one-man-banding the whole thing and it's quickly descending into a shitshow. Complete and utter shitshow."

"Does it look like any of us are fit to go on checkouts?" Mateo snapped, turning to face you though quickly turning around and pressing his face against the cold wood of the table, becoming dizzy at the sudden movement.

"I wouldn't have come to ask if it wasn't desperate." You emphasised, snapping back at Mateo despite the fact you knew his illness was what was driving him to be more sassy then usual.

"Okay, guys, I know we're bare bones, but we can still make this work." Amy sympathised with you, leaning heavily against a whiteboard that was littered with sticky notes and stroke sections: an attempt to sort things out. "If Sandra could triple-cover Camping, Menswear and Softlines, Sandra, you can do that, right?"

"I guess if my knees were normal, but three different doctors said..." Sandra's usual meekness seemed to have returned, more awake and overwhelmed by sickness.

"Oh, so we're all back here, huh?" Glenn asked, walking into the break room and joining the group of you that was now hiding in there.

"We're just taking a little break. We'll get out there in a sec." Jonah promised, though his performance was entirely unconvincing you nodded in agreement, hoping to reassure Glenn in anyway possible.

"It's fine." Glenn reassured, slouching down into one of the seat into the break room, an air of defeat clouding his image.

"Are you not feeling sick?" Amy asked, her forehead pressed into her hand as she kept her eyes closed. The blinding lights of the break room only adding to the pounding headache that consistent throwing up had induced.

"Oh, no, I feel terrible. Worst I've ever felt." Glenn mused, his tone far too calm for someone who'd been throwing up all day and who's store was in chaos. "Hey, if we're all back here, who's watching the floor?"

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"Oh, and then we just need Herman to cover everything." Amy finished devising her plan, muffled hums of agreement came from throughout the break room, everyone giving some semblance of recognition.

"Herman hasn't worked here in six months." Dina informed as she staggered into the break room, collapsing into the first free chair she could find with a thud.

"Fine, then, you know what? I don't know how to make this work." Amy sighed in defeat, slumping down into her chair and seeming to have given up.

"I say we just send y/n back out there to manage it." Jonah mused, your head snapping to glare at him at the notion that you should try and solve their problems.

"Jonah?" You gasped in offence. Sure, you were the only one still not affected by the food poisoning, but you'd already been running around the store like a headless chicken; why should you do even more now?

"If it makes you feel any better, this is probably all your fault." Mateo seethed at Amy as he sat across from her. "That stuffing you made tasted like burnt hair."

"My stuffing is not what made us sick. If anything, it was probably Dina's weird tofu turkey thing." Amy accused, dragging Dina into her and Mateo's spat; the sickness clearly clouding their judgement and ability to keep their mouths closed.

"You know what's weird?" Dina spat back, arms folded across her chest protectively. "Eating the flesh off of a bird's bones, you savage."

"Ooh Tofu. J, did you ever get around to going to that vegan place on maple?" You asked, the memory coming to mind at the mention of Dina's potluck dish, one that under different circumstances, you would've loved to try.

"I don't want to even think about food right now." Jonah groaned into his hand, his words muffled by the restriction. "But, no. We should go sometime."

Sitting up straighter, Jonah wiped his hand over his face as though to clear his mind, giving you a weak and almost apologetic smile. "Guys, guys! This is what Black Friday wants."

Standing from his chair, he began to address the entirety of the break room, an attempt at a motivational speech rolling off of his tongue. "But this is not what Black Friday is gonna get!"

"Jonah. Please sit the fuck down." You complained up at the man who was now stood amidst the chaos of the break room and trying to inspire them.

"And we are gonna overcome this, because there is abso-"

"Jonah? Could you please shut the fuck up?" Glenn asked, his unusual use of such vulgar language silencing the break room and everyone in it. "And that goes for all of you motherfuckers. I can't listen to your crap for one more god-damn fucking second."

A deafening silence settled over the break room, everyone staring down Glenn who shook his head violently before blinking several times in a row. "Did something just happen? I think I blacked out there."

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"I have a terrible headache, Mateo. Can you please barf quieter?" Amy pleaded as Mateo wretched, hunched over the break rooms kitchen sink.

"Ugh, could you be a bitch quieter?" He retorted, removing himself from the sink only long enough to snap at Amy before he needed to throw up again.

"Here, Ames. Drink up." You offered, sliding some Advil and a glass of water over to her, pushing for her to sip on the liquid and sooth her headache.

"Okay, I called Corporate to ask for help, and turns out they're closed today 'cause it's a holiday." Glenn announced as he walked back into the break room, a chorus of groans coming from everyone as they realised that there wasn't a easy out to this nightmare.

"So what do we do?" You asked, looking at Glenn for some wise, greater-than, judgment of what to do.

"I say we bail." Garrett offered, not unusual to any other day at the store, though this time Glenn sombrely nodded, giving him the okay. "Wait, what? Really?"

"Yeah, even if everyone in here felt great, we still don't have enough people to cover the floor." Glenn shrugged defeatedly, sinking into a chair that was behind him, clipboard loosely in his grasp.

"So we just abandon the store?" Jonah asked, looking around the break room urgently, waiting for someone to tell him it was all just a joke and to get back to work. It almost didn't feel real.

"Black Friday broke us." Amy whispered, the silence the seemed to blanket the break room too precious to be broken. Despite all your differences, in such a moment of suffering, you all seemed to empathise with each other, maybe even for the first time.

"All right, I'm calling it. Time of death, 11:13 p.m." Dina checked her watch, mentally noting her final moments alive amongst the chaos of the store, then letting out a long and deep sigh. "Just let it all burn."

Slowly people began to stand, walking towards their lockers and gathering their things. "Wait, we're just gonna leave?"

"It was your idea to bail." Cheyenne rebuttald, staring down Garrett who had stopped in the centre of the break room with a deep frown on his face.

"Yeah, I suggest that every Friday." Garrett scoffed, dismissing Cheyenne's accusation and turning to face Dina. "Even you, Dina? You said you'd never give up."

"I also said I'd never vomit on a toddler's head. Lot of firsts today." Grimacing at her admission, you held back a gag, worried it would set off others within the break room who were still ready to throw up at any given moment.

"Hold up. Wait. Yo, I don't like working here." Garrett said, eliciting a chocked laugh from your lips as the bluntness of his words.

"Do any of us?" You rhetorically asked, receiving a glare from Garrett.

"But it's my job. I do the bare minimum, but I don't do less than that. And I'm not about to let a bunch of deal-hungry rubes trash our store and make me feel bad for Dina, which I did not think was possible." Garrett laughed to himself, though he was true in what he was saying. You couldn't remember a time you'd ever seen Dina so defeated: it was startling, to say the least.

"So I'm a get out there, and I'm a finish my shift. And yeah, I'm a cut corners, and I'm a phone it in, but it'll never be said that Garrett McNeill did not do just enough to not get fired." Garrett headed out of the break room, not waiting to see anyone's reaction to his motivational speech as he left without word.

Following after him almost instantaneously, you caught up with him just before he pushed past the doors onto the store floor. "You know what Gare? That was actually pretty inspirational."

"Save it, doll face." He replied, pushing past the doors and onto the destruction that was the store floor.

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"Move it! Open." Garrett shouted to the que that had formed from the checkout into the depths of the store, waiting customers tutting and tapping their feet as they waited.

"Heather, reconfigure the LPOs, and then move 'em to the PRC." Jonah shouted at the crowd gathered before him, grasping tightly to the end cap he was stood on top of. "Henry, get all the UPTs out of the green zone. If you run into a jam, radio a 62V for a DPR, got it? All right, break!"

"Wow." Amy swooned, patting Jonah on the back as a congratulations for his impromptu decision to take charge. "That was impressive."

"Didn't know I had it in me." Jonah schmoozed, a charming smile curling onto his lips as he wrapped his arms around you and Amy's shoulders, pulling the two of you into his sides with a squeeze.

"I mean, none of it meant anything, but the confidence is inspiring." You teased, wrapping an arm around his waist and squeezing back before pulling away. Amy shrugged Jonah's arm off of her shoulder, the three of you splitting off to tend to different areas of the store.

Heading back to electronics, your eyes met the back of Marcus, who was ushering people away from the displays and trying to push them towards the checkouts. Joining in on the hounding, you crowded people away from electronics, stepping closer and closer to Marcus with each wave in the direction of the checkouts.

"Attention, shoppers, the store is now closed. Not, like, "Bring your items to the front" closed. I mean, like, "Get the hell out." Thank you." Cheyenne's voice boomed over the intercom, pushing the final stragglers in electronics towards the front of the store and leaving just you and Marcus behind. "Oh, also, if anyone happens to find a little green hair thing, it's mine."

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"I hate Black Friday." Jonah groaned, his head trying to burrow even further into the sweet vanilla warmth the crook of your neck provided. Marcus was slouched against your other side, his hair slicked back against his head and quiet, shallow breaths leaving his chest.

"What a change of pace, J." You chastised, shifting around against the cold floor of the store, which, though dirtied by the onslaught of muddy footsteps that had trenched through it, was a thankful change from standing all day.

"I can't move." Mateo whined from his seat at one of the cafe's tables, his elbows folded as a makeshift pillow and his head in his hands - the events of the day seeming to quickly catch up to everyone.

"Me neither." Cheyenne agreed, her complaints muffled by the fact her head was pressed against the wooden table. Finally having come to a stop for the day causing everyone to crash; objects that are in motion will stay in motion, it's only when the stop the exhaustion hits like a ton of bricks.

"Hey, Myrtle. Myrtle!" Glenn shouted across the wasteland of worn-out employees, everyone of you slouched against something or lying across something. "Could somebody poke Myrtle and see if she's still alive?"

"Does it really matter?" Dina asked, her entire body laid flat against the cold, tiled floor of the store, the cold easily welcomed into her fever-ridden bones.

"I guess not." Glenn shrugged, going back to recuperating from the events of the day before he event attempted to make It towards his car to go home.

"Hey, where's Amy?" Jonah asked, his head peeking up from against your shoulder as he looked around the group of you that were scattered across the stores entrance.

"I'll go find her, J. You pretty boys stay right there." Patting Jonah and Marcus on their chests, wincing slightly at the contact which made their stomach churn once more, you pushed up from the floor, discarded camera in hand.

Opening the viewfinder once more, you pressed record, pushing the camera too close against Jonah's warm and flushed skin, you added a final clip to his descent into turmoil "Black Friday. What are your final thoughts?"

"Never again." Jonah sighed, sinking deeper into the dirtied cloud 9 flooring.

"Well, what do you know folks?" You asked the camera, flipping the viewfinder and pushing the camera to arms length you made sure both you and Jonah fit into the frame. "Black Friday got the best of us. Guess that's game over." Pulling the camera close to your face, you spoke your final words. "For now."

Flicking the camera off record, you passed it back to Jonah, making him promise to send you some kind of compilation of all the clips he'd taken today for you to laugh at, before rushing off in search of Amy.

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"I'm not pregnant. Or maybe I'm not happy. I, I don't know. Adam, we should talk." Amy hung up the phone, leaning her head back against the display as you walked around the clothing rack, revealing yourself to her. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough." You admitted, keeping your words short and sweet. Amy had permitted you to be privy to most of her life, but you wouldn't push her to talk about anything, especially not something so serious. "Ames-"

Words weren't enough it seems, as Amy's head fell forward, tears spilling from her tightly shit eyes as she hiccupped out chocked sobs. Falling to the floor next to her, you scooped her into your arms, pulling her close to your chest as she let it all out for once; Amy always but on a brave and strong face, and to see her fall apart was unnerving. But, more then that, you were afraid she'd kept it together for too long.

Amy pulled away from you, wiping harshly at her tear stained face as she breathed in sharply. "Amy, Amy." You placed your hands a top her own, stilling their vicious motions and wiping the escaped tears away gently. "'s okay. Breathe."

Amy took in another deep breath, shaking her head and squeezing at your hands that were still holding her face. "We should get out of here."

Amy wordlessly agreed, allowing you to pull her to stand and into a hug. "What do you think about tacos? Burgers? Whatever you want. On me, I'll drive."

"Pizza sounds good." Amy admitted, hiccupping out a final cry before pulling away from your hold, instead intertwining your hands and letting you drag her out of the store, the black of night waiting to welcome you just outside.

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Hey guys!! I actually had so so so much fun writing this chapter, like the writing mood hit and didn't stop hitting. I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Please leave any feedback or criticisms you may have so that I can improve.

Also, to any of my U.K. followers who have also been suffering in the 40 degree weather this week, I hope you survived it.

More Marcus and Reader content on its way - especially over the next few parts - so stay tuned!!

As always, have a lovely week <33333

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

Hellooooo Jim anon here!! I’m back with a new headcanon!! Please, it may not make much sense or have a lot of typos but it’s almost 1am and I just can’t proofread it! Hope it’s still good haha!! Anywhoooo, enjoy!!

Jim had an awful week. His boss told him he’d have to go to some convention out of town on the weekend with his kids. Danielle refused to switch weekends because she had something already planned which meant he wouldn’t see his children for another two weeks. He didn’t see you for three days because of work. His car broke down in the morning so he was late. Awful week.

And usually, Jim tries to see the bright side. One bad day is okay, the next one will be better. But it was Friday and he had it up to here. He was so drained emotionally, mentally, everything.

And to make everything worse, he found himself having to work later than usual.

When he finally left work at 8pm, he took the car a friend lended him and began driving. He found himself taking the road to your place, parking right under your building.

He sat in his car for a few minutes, asking himself what he was doing. He just really missed you.

But it was Friday night, last thing he wanted was to bother you. Especially if you were out with friends.

Instead, he sent you a simple “hey” text. You replied within the minute which meant you were probably home. But even by text, you noticed something was wrong and asked about it. He ended up admitting he was downstairs and you obviously invited him up.

You waited him by your apartment door and it was clear he wasn’t alright.

(I’m going to write a dialogue because honestly, I don’t feel like describing everything lol)

“Hey, you.”

“Hey.”

“What’s going on, hm?”

“…just had a shit day. Actually…shit week. Sorry to bother you with this. I don’t even know why I came here, I should just…”

“No, no. Come here”

You took his hand so gently it would probably be enough to make him want to cry. He followed you to you bathroom, where you proposed him to take a shower/bath. Since you hadn’t eaten yet, you also told him you were going to order pizzas if he wanted. Which obviously he did.

When he came out, there were some clean clothes he had left at your place waiting for him. He joined you in the living room as you came back with your pizzas.

Fast-forward to after dinner, you’re both sitting on your couch, your favorite comfort show playing on the tv. Jim finally allows himself to relax, resting his head against your shoulder. Of course, you play with his hair because you know how much he enjoys it. After some quiet, he admits what’s going on, telling you all about his troubles. You listen to him, trying to find the right words to comfort him.

Honestly, he already felt better the moment you took his hand when he arrived but hearing you remind him all those things he forgot during his hellish week, only made him calmer. He thanked you, feeling so much better as you held him. It’s very rare for him to be down like this but he was glad he had you when it happened.

You probably both fell asleep on the couch, too tired (and too comfortable) to move.

Jim’s week may have sucked but with you by his side, he could definitely handle it :)

Haiii friend! Gosh, I'm sorry it took my so long to respond! <3 And that's alright, I'm just happy to receive this. I too write and 1am (and 2 and 3am because who needs sleep lol) and refuse to proofread sometimes.

This is just.....the sweetest, fluffiest hurt/comfort thing I've read in a while and now my heart is full.

I'm soft for the way he went to her building but just sat in the garage instead of going straight to her; he wanted to be with her but he also didn't want to intrude on her night. Thinking of her even after his horrible week? My heart can't take it

And the simplicity; they don't need to do anything "fancy" to turn things around, they just need to be together and that's just the sweetest thing ever.

Also, also, falling asleep together on the couch- I can just see them all cuddled up with a blanket that's usually thrown over the back draped over them. It comfy, even if there isn't a lot of room, so they're just tangled limbs and probably chest to chest, too cute.

The entire thing was just perfect!

#jim anon #the delinquent season

[herunstablelogic]

Dear Baby,

I think Nathan and I are doing better. I still fear, of course, but I am trying my best to trust in God that everything will be okay, no matter what happens… including if Nathan leaves me- which I am terrified of. I am trying, baby. I am.

I have a job interview for CVS tomorrow morning at 10:30 and it is almost 1AM. I tried going to sleep but I kept tossing and turning in bed. I cannot keep my mind from wondering about the oddest and most horrible things. I think about what could and couldn’t happen, normally always bad scenarios that I fear. For example, I thought that my manager will politely tell me, “Sorry, but you just are not right for the job,” and Nathan will come over telling me he’s sorry and I was right, he was keeping something from me. “I’m leaving,” he’d say. I finally shook those thoughts out of my head but then I started thinking of when I was going to give my testimony about my struggle with lust at Campus Life… all my memories of every time I let a guy take advantage of me came vividly and I suddenly shot up in bed and tears came pouring down… which now brings me to talking to you now.

I am hoping that speaking to you will help me fall asleep peacefully, avoid any nightmares of Nathan hurting or leaving me, and get a job tomorrow. I have to keep telling myself that I can do this… yet I constantly fear I can’t. Darling, I hope you never have to deal with what I am and have. I hope your life will be so smooth and peaceful your lips never thin or frown. I know that this will probably never happen; whose life is perfect?

Baby, I need you. I have this thought that having you will give me purpose in life and also will ensure that Nathan will never leave me as well as will bring us closer. That maybe, our love for you will keep us happy despite our differences. Nathan does not want you yet… he wants to wait till we are ready emotionally and financially which I agree with, but I fear that that day will never come. I have probably already told you this before. If I have, forgive me… my memory isn’t all that well.

Tomorrow Nathan is going to Oakland to visit his brother for Thanksgiving. I’m upset because I cannot go with him because my mother would not allow it and I am also upset that I will be without Nathan on the day I should be thankful for him. I just want to spend every second with him, in his presence, enjoying him, loving him. Yet, others love him as well. It is hard dealing with this for it is not the same case with me. He has friends that I have to share Nathan with, however I have no friends for Nathan to do the same. He is trying to get me to make friends, however, considering how every single one of my friendships led to or ended with, I care not for making friends. He is the only friend I will ever need.

#letterstoyou #fear of abandonment #bpd

[heythere-mel]

Late

Frankie Morales x f!reader

W/C: <900

Warnings: mild language, mutual pining, fluff 🤍

Summary: When you have trouble getting to sleep one night, you give your favorite person a call.

A/N: This is just the result of my rather restless night. Enjoy bbys 💜

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Hey, you up?

This was dumb. Of course he wasn’t up. It’s after 1AM. You should’ve just shut your eyes and willed yourself to fall asleep but it was so much easier said than done at this point.

Not a very sexy start to a late night booty call but I’ll take it.

He always knew how to make you laugh.

Shut up Frankie. I can’t sleep.

Your phone instantly lights up with his contact photo. “Okay, now give me serious,” you remember telling him. This being the end result.

“Frankie you didn’t have to call me.”

“Nahhh, I’m not doing anything else. Who needs sleep anyway?”

“You do old man!”

“Uhhh, if it weren’t for this old man and his own shitty sleeping patterns you’d be talking to yourself again so, you’re welcome.”

“Ha ha, thanks I guess.”

“Háblame. How was your day hermosa?”

No matter how many times he said it, that nickname always gave you butterflies.

“It was alright. Finally finished up some reports for that big meeting in a few days. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”

“Oh you don’t need to worry about it. You’ll knock them on their asses! And then we’ll go for drinks after. My treat!”

“You’re my number one cheerleader you know that?”

“Always!”

“It’s too late to talk about work, how was your day?”

“It was surprisingly good. Finally booked a full weekend of tours now that the weather is decent.”

“Oh that’s awesome Frankie! You still gotta take me up there one day. I mean, I might pass out from being so goddamn high in the air but-“

Frankie’s boisterous laugh brings a smile to your face. You could picture him all cozy in bed right now, that wide grin stretching across his features, eyes almost completely shut out of pure joy. It was one of your favorite sights and sounds in the world.

“I won’t let that happen. You know you’re always safe with me…”

“Yeah, I know.” a soft sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders off.

“Oh! I stopped by my moms today. She had my abuela over for a bit. Just had to catch up on all the chisme, give me shit, the usual. They asked how you were and when you wanted to do bingo night again?”

“Awww I love those two!” Frankie beams on the other end at that remark. “I think I’m free next weekend but I’ll give ‘em a call. Oh, and what do you mean give you shit?”

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“Francisco! When are you gonna man up and ask that pretty little friend of yours out?”

Frankie chokes on the water he just poured.

His mother laughing in the background at the complete shock on her sons face, knowing he definitely didn’t see THAT coming.

“What do you mean?” his voice cracking like a prepubescent boy.

“Mijo! Don’t act like I don’t notice how you stare at her. I’m surprised you haven’t given her ojo! Just ask her out! I like her! And I don’t like just anyone! Plus,” she beckons him closer so she can whisper in his ear, “a little birdie told me she felt the same way.”

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Shit. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. Taking after his call sign, he looks like a true fish out of water gaping at your question.

“Oh, you know how they are, asking about my work, if I’ve met anyone special, things like that...”

“Well…”

“Well…”

“Have you met anyone special?”

Frankie goes quiet. He’s so glad he opted to just call. If you had seen the deep tint of red across his face right now, his little secret would definitely be out. You. It’s always been you.

“I-I may have been wanting to ask a certain someone out on a proper date.”

“What? 1AM “booty calls” not your style?” you teased, hearing him lightly chuckle on the other end. “I’m certain she’d say yes. She’d be stupid not to…”

You sigh deeply. Exhaustion finally starting to pull at you. Perhaps this was all you needed to get to sleep. Just hearing your favorite persons voice at the end of the day. He listens tentatively on the other end. Imagining you all curled up, possibly in one of his old tshirts you took because they were quote “so damn comfy.”

“Frankie?”

“I’m here hermosa.”

“¿Qué estás pensando?”

He smiles tiredly into the phone. His own wares of the day catching up to him.

“Oh, nothing. Just, how I’m gonna ask a certain sleepyhead out.” The line is quiet, he wonders if you heard him, but the shallow breathing from your end gives him the answer to his question.

“I’ll ask you tomorrow. Sleep tight hermosa, love you..” that last part trailing off.

“Love you too…” you murmur.

The call ends and Frankie can’t help but feel like a teenager again. His heart nearly beating out of his chest. Falling asleep with his dream girl on the phone, the promise of her saying yes to a date with him just mere hours away. Sweet sleep finally takes him as well, for once completely thankful of his insomnia and nosy family.

#late #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fluff #pedro pascal #mel writes!

[descendantofthesparrow]

not a fun morning - Harry Hook x reader - mini fic

(gif by TDOHERTYGIFS on twitter)

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Harry jolted up at the sound of vomiting, and he sluggishly bolted to the bathroom as he noticed you missing from your side of the bed and the bathroom light on. He practically slammed into the doorframe, frowning and sucking on his teeth as he saw you kneeled over the toilet bowl, upchucking your dinner from the night before.

He glanced at the clock, 1:04 am. He walked into the bathroom and dropped to his knees beside you, rubbing your back and shoulders as you continued to puke. “darlin’?” Harry muttered; his voice raspy with sleep. He heard you sob, you hated throwing up, the feeling of being completely out of control and in so much pain. He pushed your hood out of the way of your cheek and pressed his lips to your skin, holding you tightly as you rocked back and forth, holding your stomach and sniffing.

You both sat there for another fifteen minutes, the feeling of throwing up never leaving your throat. Finally, you nodded, standing up on wobbly knees with Harry’s arms around you, brushing your teeth, and then going back to bed. You didn’t fall back asleep though, too uncomfortable to do so, you pulled your trashcan close to the edge of the bed, nearly sitting up against your pillows as the fan blew cool air across your overheated skin.

Harry sat up as you bolted up and around, grabbing your trash can and puking again, cringing as he noticed it was almost like water, pure bile. He scooted to lean against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing lightly, sighing as you sobbed again.

This continued throughout the night, nearly every hour you puked, less and less bile coming up until you were just dry heaving over your trash can. Harry had had enough by 6 am. You were clearly not okay and he didn’t want to see you in pain anymore; he called Uma and told her to come to the house, watching panicked as you took a small sip of water, not even swallowing it before you raced to the bathroom, the last of your stomach bile coming out. He capped the water bottle and put it back in the fridge before running over to you and rubbing your back, closing his eyes as you tilted into him, breathing heavily as you did so.

A half-hour later Uma arrived at the door, waving her hand over your body as you lay limp against Harry’s side “some bad acid reflux” Uma muttered, snapping her fingers and sending you to sleep, waving her hand with an aqua glow to remove the reflux. “she’ll be okay, sent her to sleep for eight hours, don’t let her eat anything heavy or drink any soda; clear liquids only.” Harry nodded, picking you up gently and carrying you back to your shared room, setting you down on the bed and tucking you in.

You woke up eight hours later, feeling much better. You picked up a bottle of Powerade that Harry had put on the nightstand and drank a few careful sips, smiling as Harry stepped into the room, a tray full of food that was safe for you to eat “Uma put yeh on a lil diet until we knew yer lil’ problem is completely gone. It’s not much but, it’ll get the edge.” You hummed, sitting up in bed and taking the tray, munching on the dry toast on the plate; leaning against Harry as he joined you on the bed. “Thank you Harry, how’d I get so lucky?” you chuckled as Harry hummed, kissing the top of your head and rubbing his thumb against your thigh. “anythin’ fer you love”

-end-

I had some real bad acid reflux that started Saturday morning and it hit me hard Monday morning, spent the literal morning, from 1am to 7am, just throwing up. Legit once every hour, even when I had nothing to throw up. So this is just me projecting my wishes to have a Harry at my side into a fic…enjoy?

usually do a full permtag list but i don feel like it soooo @sephiralorange​ :/ 

#disney descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook #harry hook x reader #sick fic #vomiting #hurt/comfort

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Florals: Chapter 1

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (Fem!)ReaderMC

Summary: You and your best friends are one of the most popular local bands. After a gig you meet the bartender, who has caught your eye and interest.

Chapter Warnings: Smoking [Not the Main Character]

A/n: N/A

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, Bold/Indent = Text Messages, Bold/Italic = Dream Sequence, [Words] = Song lyrics, +*+ = Time skip

Chapter Theme: NO WAY! - Clubhouse

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You close and lock the door to your apartment after driving 20-30 minutes with Lark to get home. You put your hands in your pockets and hear something crunch. You take it out and it's a sheet of paper. You unfold it and you find it to be a phone number… And a note.. From Wanda.

“Call me,” You read aloud

It has a simply drawn flower and a heart with Wanda’s phone number on it. You hop into bed and type in the number into your phone and text her.

Hey it’s Strel, the girl you met earlier

You initially wait for a text back immediately but none of the sort. So you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up before you head to bed. Though a few minutes later you check your phone to see a text back.

Hey you ;)

You texted her back almost immediately, a stupid smile forming along your face. You two were talking about childhood, growing up, etc until you loose the perception of time. You look on your phone to see that it was almost 1am.

Shit...

Hey, I think I should get to bed, got work tomorrow

Okay, sounds good, I’ll text you tomorrow, Good night Strelitzia

Good night Wanda

You plug in your phone into its charger and turned out the lights as you settle yourself underneath the covers. You look out your window out your window and the road below; a few cars were still out and about. Pine’s lamp is still on. 

Must be reading still… 

You look next-door to see Lark; smoking a joint. Poppy’s apartment is dark. As well as Roses’ room. After long and gazing at the outside world your eyes finally grow heavy enough to fall asleep. Still listening to the world below.

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You open your eyes to see yourself back at Banks Theatre. However, no one else was around, not even your friends. 

“Wanda?” You look at the bartender

She turns around and low and behold, it was her. 

“Hey,” She smiles

“Care to explain to me why we’re the only ones here?” You ask, leaning over the table

“You tell me,” She replies, “But hey, wanna get out of here?” 

“To where?” You ask

“Anywhere,” She smiles

She grabs your hand and pulls you closer to her. But the second she pulls you, you’re in a whole different setting. 

“Where are we?” You ask her

The setting wasn’t anywhere familiar to you. Wanda doesn't answer you as you look down at her.

“Wanda?” You try to call to her again

Again, she doesn’t say anything but doesn’t nod either. She only smiles and finally kisses me.Once she pulls away from my lips, a smile appears across her face. She leans close to your ear.

“You can run away with me, anytime you want,” Wanda whispers

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You jolt awake, sighing as your phone alarm goes off. You let out a tired groan and grab it to shut off the alarm. You take a look through your notifications and immediately see a text from Wanda.

Morning sleepy head

Morning :)

Did you sleep well hun?

Yeah, yeah I did, hbu?

Not very much, couldn’t sleep

Awh, I’m sorry love, hey why don’t I bring you something to your work? A little pick-me-up from yours truly

That actually sounds good ;). Wanna bring it over when I head to my lunch break? And where do you work?

Just at Guitar center here in town. You?

I work at a grocery store, I think where you work isn’t too far from where you are.

Really? Great! I’ll see you then!

It’s a date!

Wait…. Did she say… Date???

You get out of bed and finally got around to freshening up, grabbing a quick breakfast and grabbing your coffee to go. You put on your jacket and stick your lanyard which has your essentials into one pocket and your phone into the other. You take the elevator down to the garage to head to your car. The Guitar Center you specifically worked at is about 20 minutes north from where you live. 

“Alrighty my boy,” You speak to your car, turning the key in the ignition, “Lets go back to our regularly scheduled lives shall we?”

You throw in in some beats from spotify, a playlist meant for everyday life. The first song that played as soon as you hit the big green button was “NO WAY!” by Clubhouse.

[If you want honesty, then you’re better off alone] [Went too far, you crushed my heart] [How you gonna fight me when you’re wearing his cologne?] [You break me down, shit’s way too loud]

It had barely been a full 24 hours but you already missed being in rehearsal with your friends and performing. Though you all still have shows after the summer time, but they’ll but not be as frequent as summer time would. Rather than performing every other weekend, it’d be date picked and agreed on between all five of you two to three weekend nights.

[Woah babe, what you on?] [That shit must be potent] [The smoke, haze in my lungs] [Makes it unimportant] [It's a cold case, my love] [We should probably seal it] [There's no way we could unfeel the way we feeling]

You pull into the parking lot of Guitar Center and hop out of the car. As soon as you shut the car door, you put your coffee mug on the top. Before heading inside to clock in, you tie your front bangs up into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. 

Easier to work when nothing is in your face right?

You grab your coffee mug and began walking to the doors, locking your car once you reach the front doors of your workplace. Realizing you didn't have proper keys to unlock the door, you use your knuckle to knock on it. 

“Good morning Phoenix,” Roy smiles, unlocking the door to let you in

Even since working there, Roy always found a fascination with your natural hair color. As it wasn’t really natural at all; he always called you ‘Phoenix’ since day one.

"’Sup,” You greet him

He lightly punches my shoulder and I clock into work.

“Since everybody’s back to school or work, big chances are it’ll be slow today,” Roy states

You nod and go into the drum/cymbals area. your best sales were always with drums, drum heads and accessories. Roy was more of the in-general store manager of the place. You sit behind the drumset and grab some sticks that were in the stick bag. Roy never minded you drumming while the store was open, just as long as you were able to greet/assist anyone and everyone who would come through the drums area.

+*+

The long hours of the morning go by slow. Here and there there would be on looking customers but not really coming up to me and asking me about anything.

“Strel,” Roy calls

You look up from the set you haven’t gotten up from for who knows how long.

“You’re free to take lunch right now if you want,” He says

Huh? Lunch? Already?

You take out your phone and it’s already past noon. You get up from the chair, nearly falling over due to your legs being asleep for most of the time. Every step of the way to the punch in-out clock was walking on a bunch of pins and needles.

“Just a heads up,” You start, finally reaching to the clock, “I might be back late. Hopefully not but I’m only saying this just in case.”

Roy raises his hand above his head, meaning he heard what you told him, even if his back was turned to you.

“That’s fine, just keep me posted,” Roy waves

You head out to the local diner to pick up lunch for you and Wanda. Slightly busy but that’s with the dine-in people.

“Heyyy Strelitzia,” Pappo says from the kitchen, “What can I get for you today?”

“I have two orders for you Pappo,” You say, “Two cheeseburger meals, one with a vanilla creme soda and a cherry cola.”

“Will you ever get over your obsession with vanilla creme sodas?” He asks

“Never,” You smile

He smiles back at you and gets to your order. You reach into your wallet and slip a small handful of bills into the tip jar, to give at least an even split between everybody working in the diner and take a seat. It wasn’t long before Pappo comes out of the kitchen with a decently sized bag.

You step in and I see Wanda. And I see him… Oliver. He’s in another band; My Heart Your Teeth. A rivaling band. He’s their bass player. 

[There’s no way we could unreel the way we feeling]

He sees me and he groans…

“If it isn’t fire head,” He announces

[I think you’re crazy] [We do this daily]

Wanda turns around and she smiles, she immediately runs over to you

“Hey you,” She says completely ignore Oliver and focus on you 

"Don't listen to her Wanda," He starts, "She'll just use you and break your heart."

"Unlike how you leave all of the girls you wanna hit up on read," You call back, "Didn't you leave one of my best friends on read? And how she came crying to me about how you guys were supposed to go on a date and you stood her up. You didn't answer any of her texts."

He gives me a death glare. He comes marching up to you. He was about to open his mouth to make a come back however his boss calls him back over.

“You already took your lunch to go smoke!” His boss says

[Bet you could never call my bluff] [Unless something's up] [Boiling my blood] [Burning up my cut]

You watch him hop back onto a register as Wanda leads you to an outdoor seating patio outside the store. You and Wanda organize the food. She brushes one side of her hair back. However, the wind continued to brush it all over her face. You stand up and walk over to the other side to stand behind her.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asks

“Helping you tie your hair back,” You say

You did a similar half-up, half-down hairstyle to yours.

"There," I say, smiling, "Now you won't have any sauce or crumbs in your hair."

You seatyoursele back in the opposite chair across from the other woman and take a sip out of your pop. 

"So, you and Oliver know each other?" Wanda asks between bites of her burger

"Yes but we're not all close friends," You state, "what I told him for what he did to my best friend, that is true." 

She looks at you in surprise as she continues chewing.

"Since then I never forgave him," You say, "I hate him and his friends. Because they probably believed what he told them. But Roy, I think he's his cousin. I like him. He works with me at the Guitar Center up the road." 

“Is that why I hear him rant about how ‘The Florals’ have privilege over them?” She asks

“What?” You ask

“Yeah, sometimes when we’re on break he would rant about how you guys have a better rehearsal spot, better equipment, better advertising,” She explains to you

“That’s only because Banks Theatre, is owned by our bass players’ father,” You start, “We save up our money; by working our asses off by working like full time employees and we have our families post, of course, we don’t ask them to post it but we’re okay with it if they do. We’re not really privileged. We worked our way to have a great rehearsal spot, we saved up money for our equipment and our own places.”

Wanda looks surprised as she puts her burger down to eat some fries. 

“Sorry... It’s just, we’re rivaling bands,” You mention, “So I guess it’s expected. Though I don’t rant and make up things like he does.”

Wanda giggles and the two of you finish out the rest of your lunch, talking about other things. You decide to walk Wanda back into the grocery store.

“Thanks for Lunch today Strel,” Wanda says

“You’re welcome,” You smile

You watch her walk back into the store but she stops. Just before the automatic doors close, she catches one last glimpse of you and winks and flirt waves to you ‘bye’.

Was that... Flirting????

As soon as you walked right back into work, you had come back in the nick of time. The store was absolutely packed. You quickly clock back in and begin making your way to find Roy.

“Roy!” I call out, “Hi how are you? Hi how are you? I’ll be with you in a minute.”

You repeated those phrases and found him with Charlie; My Heart Your Teeth’s Guitar/Singer. 

“Roy, the floor is busy with customers,” You state, “Where have you been?”

“Seriously?” he asks, “I was busy talking to Charlie.”

Likewise with Oliver, Charlie doesn’t like you very much either but not as much as Oliver does. 

“We got a full house that’s about to start rioting if we don’t head out there,” You state

Roy follows you out to the main floor where a lot of customers had come to gather. 

+*+

By closing time there was only two people left. A dad and his little girl. She was excited to have her first ukulele. Roy took care of them as you begin clocking out. You depart ways with Roy and head to your car.

I wonder if Wanda’s still working...

You decided to drive down to Wanda’s workplace. Sure enough she was still there, but with Oliver. But, the look on Wanda’s face didn’t sit right with you...

Chapter 2

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #Elizabeth Olsen #female reader #marvel #Scarlet Witch #scarlet witch x fem!reader #wanda x reader #girl band

[boxofancientdaydreams]

Comfort

Pairing: Jeongin x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

wc: 959

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (mostly comfort), friends to lovers?

Warnings: none - sfw

note: I don’t really know what this is. I think I just needed some comfort. 

This was originally a part of a bigger story I planned, but I decided to publish it separately. 

Anyway... this is my first piece of writing that I’ve published, so please don’t be too hard on me :)

I’d appreciate constructive criticism if you have any.

Also: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. And I’m sorry, I really suck at titles. 

When her doorbell rang at 1am, she sighed and wondered who the heck would disturb her after she finally finished her project and was heading to sleep. She carried herself to the front door of her apartment and opened it to kindly remind whoever it was that it was the middle of the night. However, when she locked eyes with the person standing outside her door, her irritation and confusion was quickly replaced by surprise. She stood face to face with her close friend Jeongin. All thoughts of sleep vanished from her mind the second she set eyes on the shaking young man. Only a split second had passed from her opening the door and him stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her tightly.  She looked down at the mop of black hair that was now hiding his face in the crook of her neck while clinging to her as if she was his lifeline.

She felt her shirt collar slowly growing wet and felt him shiver in her hold. Aware of the still open door and her ever curious neighbors, she started to lightly stroke his shoulders and softly lifted his head so he was looking at her. She didn’t tell him that he should stop crying, knowing that he obviously needed to get whatever this was off his chest. Instead she asked, “Do you want to come inside?”

Instead of answering he slowly let go of her waist and stepped all the way inside. She reached behind him and locked the door. When she turned around he was looking at her with tear-filled orbs. Silently she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. There she motioned for him to take a seat on the bed and he hesitantly sat down. Without letting go of his hand she took place beside him. She locked eyes with him.

“Are you hurt?” — Concern laced her voice.

He shook his head.

“Do the others know you’re here?”

He shook his head again, eyes trained on their interlocked hands in his lap.

“Okay. You can stay here as long as you need.”

He mumbled a soft thank-you while slowly looking back up. She noticed the tears welling up in his eyes again and hesitantly moved her free hand to cup his face, not knowing if he needed space. As soon as her palm made contact with his skin he pressed his face more into her hands and her worries disappeared.

“What do you need?” she asked while starting to gently stroke his cheek with her thumb.

“Please… just stay with me.” As soon as the whispered plea left his lips, the tears fell down his face again.

“Of course.”

And for a while they just stayed like this. She kept holding his hand while brushing away the small rivers running across his face. His body shaking in time with his sobs. After some time had passed, his tears dried out and his breathing calmed. Jeongin opened his eyes looking at her. She moved to take away her hand that still cupped his cheek but before she could move far he gripped her hand in his free one.

“Don’t leave!” His eyes were almost comically wide and fear painted his expression. “I’m sorry but please don’t leave,” he said now in a calmer tone while loosening his hold on her wrist.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted to ask if you wanted a glass of water or a cup of tea.”

“Oh… no thank you. I’m okay. Just please don’t leave me alone. I can’t be alone right now.”, he begged quietly.

“I promise you, I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.”

As soon as the words had left her lips he visibly calmed down. His arms found their way around her middle and his head was hidden in the crook of her neck. The force of his body crashing into hers almost sent them both backwards.

His actions took her by surprise. He was someone who usually preferred to have his space. It didn’t take her long to accommodate though and she hugged him close. She moved their bodies into a more comfortable position so they were both lying down, his body splayed out over hers, so close that they almost became one.

She didn’t push him to tell her the reason he found himself at her door at one in the morning trembling and crying. If he wanted to tell her he would eventually. She just hoped to at least be able to provide him a bit of comfort. Her hand found itself threading her fingers through his hair and lightly massaging his scalp, while the other one smoothed over the tension in his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” he spoke with a wobbly voice. “I shouldn’t have bothered you with this. You shouldn’t have to look after me like this.”

“Don’t ever apologize for asking for help or for needing someone in moments like this. I care about you and you can always come to me if you need anything, no matter what that might be.” She insisted.

She felt him nod against her collarbone and felt his hold tighten a little more. After a while she felt his breathing even out and soon heard soft snores leave his lips. She kept stroking his hair and drawing little figures on his covered back. She continued for a long time until sleep finally got the upper hand and her eyes fluttered shut. Whatever was on the young man’s mind, she would try her best to be there for him and to help him get through it. She cared about him, probably more than he knew, but that was a conversation for another time.

#skz imagine #jeongin x reader #jeongin x fem!reader #i.n. x reader #i.n. x fem!reader #skz hurt/comfort #skz fluff #stray kids imagine