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thephantomsdream · 2 months

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So I just have this idea in mind about a meet-cute with our dearest John.

[Notes: I am writing this at work, and it is raining, and no, I have no costumers, and yes, it is self-indulgent because why not. We're just vibing and dumping cute stuff with some spell-checking, but I could've missed something so I do apologize for that. No use of Y/N or Reader in this one.]

Imagine it's raining where you are right now and you work dealing with customers somehow, yeah? Anyway, John is in the city for work, as always, and he coincidentally entered your workplace. He's smitten, not gonna lie. I see him as the type of man to know, you know? Hell, he'll look at you and you'll also feel the want too, the way he's seizing you up, almost as he is planning how to slowly kiss you. I swear you can feel his warm and rugged hands running over your body, but you have to act professional because he's hot and you're most likely looking too much into things.

But you're actually not, yeah? He smiles at you, a little small smile, blue eyes flicking between your eyes and lips. And god, he fucking looks into your soul. If you have time to talk to him, he'll definitely ask you about yourself while telling you some things about himself, vague but enough to satisfy curiosity. It's also raining, meaning you don't have many costumers, so the conversation goes and he runs it smoothly. It's effortless, the way he talks to you and makes you comfortable. Yes, definitely, you can tell he's flirting with you, but contrary to some younger men, he's calm, he's not pushy, although he is a little in your space. Just a little intense, and you can tell he's like that all the time. Close enough for you to smell his cologne, close enough to hear his voice rasp as he finishes his sentences as he's a little bit distracted by your lips. When you notice and smile, he does too, naturally, happy to get a good reaction out of you.

But everything stops when he gets a message. His lips purse and he grunts, shoving the phone in his pocket and smiling at you, disappointment in his eyes. He sees you get busy as a client walks in, a little sad he has to leave and can't even say goodbye properly, but he reaches for something in his pocket.

"I insist. You said you didn't grab one when you left home, yeah? Take it, love." He says, pushing his damp umbrella in your hand. It was velvety and sturdy, and his hand brushed yours in the right way. Not too much, but enough to get an idea of how warm he was.

"John, really, you don't have to do this. How will you go back?" You'd question.

"Nonsense, I have my coworkers waiting for me close-by and afterwards I won't need it anymore." He did say he'd have to leave the city, showing no sign of wanting to ask you about... anything, really. No number, no proper full name, no social media. Maybe it was just meant to be a very pleasant conversation with just a costumer. It didn't help that you couldn't bring yourself to ask either.

You accept bashfully, smiling at him when he seemed relieved and happy to have you take his small gift. You then wished him a good journey to wherever he's heading. And good luck with everything.

It did look like the man wanted to say more than a simple "Thank you, dove." but he stopped himself with a nod then headed out. Basically rushed, honestly. It did throw you off, how interested he was and just how fast it suddently finished.

Rain stopped not long after and you didn't need the umbrella that day, ending up at home, put away somewhere safe. At least you got a good quality umbrella out of this ordeal, yet you couldn't stop thinking about him.

That story now behind, spring came full force and the rain did not come back until almost three months later.

Weather app lied, it seems, as you glanced outside the store and saw zero rain, and you sighed, having carried your (new and fancy) umbrella around with you all this time. As your eyes studied the outside scenery, someone walked through the front door and you already plastered your "Welcome, dearest costumer" smile when it faltered a little in surprise as you recognized the man that entered rushing in the store. Of course you would, as if you stopped thinking about him. As of today, you were slowly starting to think less about the mysterious John, having to accept that he was just passing by and that you were a little encounter in his busy life. But he was here. In your store. Again. Looking for something. Or someone...

Rushing through the door, almost out of breath, he scanned his surroundings in a milisecond to spot you already watching him. The relief was prominent on his features, making you feel excited? He looked relieved to see you, then he immediately looked a little hesitant, unsure. As if his legs brought him there before he could think it through, although it didn't take long for him to smile at you.

"Been a while, yeah?" God, his voice was even better slightly breathless.

You eagerly get to talking again, his chest puffed and his back stood straighter when you easily told him that of course you remember him because how could you not, really? Conversation was just a tad awkward, him searching in your eyes for something while trying to play it cool.

He pointed out the entrance with a small nod of his head and smiled as you both watched a few shy droplets of water finally hit the dry floor, seconds later it starting a downfall. His eyes locked back onto your face and he asked a simple "I trust the umbrella's been handy?" and to that you smile, explaining how you never got to use it but coincidentally, it was now hanging out in the back with your purse, since finally it was supposed to rain again (Weather App redeemed). To that he just looks at you, expression morphing from shock, to relief to amusement.

He had this way of commanding a room, having people wait for him to react and this would be the first time you'd notice a quirk of his as you yourself held your breath, seeing he was about to say something. He'd take a sharp breath, tilt his head and take a small step forward when he was going to say something intense, something from the bottom of his heart and guts.

"Would I be a fool to ask you on a date, love?" He'd swoop the the rug under your feet with that and continue. "Because I was a fool once to try to act subtle and I almost missed my chance." He laughs at something, something that will turn into a light-hearted joke between you.

As you stutter a yes, you also ask him what he meant. You weren't an idiot, he was interested few months back, but he never made a move, not even a subtle one, just rushed out. Just like that. Poof.

Funny, huh? How he slipped his number on a small piece of paper in the umbrella, thinking it would be cute for it to fall out as you open it. Also, he didn't want to bother you anymore at work, specially since you already had some costumers and he already took so much of your time. (They could've waited, but whatever. Ugh, that mindful dumbass.)

The first time you made him stutter was exactly after he explained that to you, as you raised a brow at him and asked. "What if I used the umbrella in a rush, in pouring rain and I'd never see the piece of paper fall?" It was indeed a question he surely asked himself afterwards a couple of thousands of times in the dead of the night, berating himself for it, yet he still didn't have a good answer for that, hence the stutter and the absolutely fucking adorable shade of pink painting his cheeks for a couple of seconds there.

The way John sees it is that he spent two months waiting for a message, a call, anything. He sometimes couldn't attend his phone but made sure that the number he gave you was always available, even if he couldn't answer immediately. Hell, he even pulled through missions faster to come back to base and look at the device and be greeted with disappointment. It took him a few weeks to accept that you weren't going to contact him and acceptance started to hit, although John can't really let it go before thinking of all the what-ifs imaginable (after some more weeks of sulking silently), so of course he checked the weather in your area after he left you. And of course he saw that in fact it did not rain again, yet he couldn't be sure if it rained that same day, and if it did, how much. Records weren't that clear in your specific area.

He needed to know if you found the paper or not. It was all he had to know. John Price was left stumped and in need of answers. Answers he came to get because John Price knew the moment he saw you that it would be too good to let go.

You had to check yourself, it didn't matter that it was at work with him there. You went back, grabbed the umbrella and opened it, and surely enough, with his observant eyes studying every single one of your movements as he followed right behind, you watched in fascination as a small piece of paper fell swaying side to side in its descend, as if mocking you.

"00xx-xxxx-xxxxxxx"

"I'd love to hear from you again. Call me anytime. John."

As you'd tell this story to anyone who asked you two how you met, you'd roll your eyes at John any single time. He called it fate, said the wait was worth it to see you watch that paper fall out of the umbrella, meanwhile you ways end up calling him an idiot. Lovingly. For such a bright man, he was indeed an idiot. Your idiot thought. (In his defense, it was the only time he ever attempted subtleties with you, learing his lesson and all.) One thing for sure? The story never ceased to bring a smile on your face.

#cod x reader #cod x you #john price x reader #john price x you #price x reader #john price #captain price #price #price x you #call of duty x reader

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zhivaoverdrive · 7 months

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Saline Thief, 1

"They're obviously familiar with the facility... must be a patient" said Dr Chen, matter of factly.

"Or the cleaning crew?" replied nurse Laura, leaning in closer and speaking under their breath.

"Impossible. Use your eyes. Do any of the cleaning girls have tits bigger than their head?" Nurse Laura giggled softly as she looked at the camera feed again. They wished.

Dr Chen flicked through the viewfinder, bringing up the many images of the offender captured over several different nights in the last month, ultimately culminating in the current witch hunt.

"So, to recap what we know:

Our mysterious friend arrives after midnight, unlocks the storage entrance *AND* disables the alarm. The pharmacy is untouched, as is the safe and the expensive equipment. In fact nothing appears to removed at all" Dr Chen said.

Nurse Laura nodded and smiled.

"If we look specifically at last night's intrusion..." Dr Chen continued, scrolling through and isolating a few images. "2.32am, our guest first appears, face partially covered, it seems like she knows the camera is there. Next we've got her coming down the hallway towards the suites. We lose her here, hundreds of hours of footage, but..." Dr Chen trailed off as she pulled up the final capture.

"Whoa! Holy shit!" burst out Nurse Laura. "Mmm-huh. So we know what she stole. And that was just this time" said Dr Chen, nodding. "How much do you think she... took?" said Nurse Laura coyly. "That better be professional interest I hear in your voice. We don't exactly keep inventory of the stuff, but from visuals alone, I'd have to say 15-20 litres this time" replied Dr Chen "Wow! And to do it herself..." swooned Nurse Laura, the admiration clear in her voice.

"...Ahem. Now do you have any idea where she disappeared to in the middle, nurse?" said Dr Chen sternly.

She was going to catch some flak for this, there could be no doubt. The spare room in C building may have been an open secret, but Nurse Laura didn't want to be the one who spilled it. It was a perk of the job, cosmetic surgery was expensive, but the staff here could help each other out...

"Nurse?" Dr Chen’s voice cut in.

"Oh uhh, can I have a look on that thing?" said nurse Laura sweetly.

As she flicked 'randomly' through the camera feeds, the anticipation to see the intruder's antics continued to swell inside her 20 litres each…

"Ohh, is this her?" she chirped, looking up from her diligent search to catch the bosses eye.

The screen showed a 5x playback of the spare room. Splayed on the floor was their intruder, now completely topless, surrounded with bags of saline. Between sudden bursts of motion as she swapped bags were long intervals as she sat perfectly still... But in the accelerated playback of the footage, both Dr Chen and Nurse Laura could see her breasts slowly inflating, taking on more mass as they billowed outwards.

"My my, wasn't she busy. Know how long she was in there for?" said Dr Chen. Nurse Laura hit fast forward again, moving to 10x and then 20x playback speed. The intruder's ritual continued, brief spurts of motion followed by what was now very visible growth, her breasts now far larger than when she came in.

"Looks like about 2 hours? Wow!" said Nurse Laura. "Play the end, normal speed" said Dr Chen calmly. —

Amy flipped the now empty box over in frustration, flinging it out of the way. Reaching behind her, she removed what she knew were the final two bags and heaved herself to her feet. Once standing, she wobbled, the extra 30 or so kg of saline in her chest taking some getting used to. God you've overdone it this time. You still need to walk out of here you idiot. Rigging up the last two bags, Amy closed her eyes and moaned. It would all work itself out, she got what she came for. —

"I know who it is," said Dr Chen.

"Oh? Really! I can't wait to- er, catch her" said Nurse Laura.

Scrolling through a calendar on her phone, Dr Chen chuckled. "You won't need to wait long. She's booked in for Thursday" she said, showing her phone to the nurse.

Scheduled 4500-5000cc fill. High risk patient. Begged to accelerate schedule multiple times, denied due to very little natural breast tissue. Concerns over obsessive desire to disregard safe filling practices.

#breastexpansion #breastimplants #saline #silicone #expanderimplants

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vicsnook · 10 months

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Wildest Dreams | Bob Floyd x Reader x Jake Seresin

word count: 2701

warnings: break up, SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ , oral, fingering, sex

song pairing: Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

notes: Hi y'all! Hope all is well. I have been on a Hangman kick lately and also with 1989 probably being the next re-recording well this was inspired. Please forgive me for making our sweet Bob not so sweet but I promise we will get sweet Bob back soon. This will have more parts so stay tuned! Please if you don' t mind like and reblog!!! Also thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my previous works, it truly means the world to me.

The breakup was sudden. A string of arguments over phone calls that didn’t last more than 5 minutes were the cause. Bob’s deployment was extended but Nat was shipped back. He was Cobra’s new backseater and with that came new trust issues.

His short or missed phone calls, no texts, and lack of caring came as a surprise. The biggest slap in the face was when he missed your birthday. Everyone at the Hard Deck huddled around the laptop waiting on him to pop up any second yet he never did. That was the night it all was over for you.

You ran out of the Hard Deck trying to hide the tears from the rest of your teammates. Only Jake and Nat knew about the fights and were both surprised at how sweet Bob might have all been an act. You could hear footsteps behind you in the sand as you quickly dried your tears ready to pretend you were fine.

“I’m okay, I just needed some air,” you said turning around to find Jake headed towards you. “Come on, let's get you out of here,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he guided you to his car. You let the tears fall as he drove you home. Jake was one of the only people you trusted and who knew exactly how you felt.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked as he approached a stop sign in your neighborhood.

“It’s over. I’m going to break it off. Not that there’s anything left either way.”

“Are you sure, Peach? I know things have been really rocky the past couple of months but maybe talk to him first?” he mumbled as he pulled into the driveway.

“There’s nothing to talk about Jake. He didn’t show. I’m done waiting for him when all he seems to care about is Cobra.” your tone was harsher than you expected but it was true. Bob assured you when he was assigned as Cobra’s backseater that it would be strictly professional. Yet the friendly outings blasted all over her social media and Bob’s exasperation whenever you asked were enough for you to come to the conclusion that your relationship was over.

Jake followed you to your door knowing you shouldn’t be alone. Usually, you’d try to get him to leave but you were exhausted. He watched quietly as you started putting Bob’s things and gifts in a box.

Nearly an hour later you were finished. The tears came and went but when you closed the top of the box the heartache seemed to worsen. You turned around and walked over to Jake who stood up and engulfed you in a hug as you started to sob. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispered against your head as you cried.

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Your phone ringing woke you up and as you reached for it the events of last night came reeling back in. The call ended as you stared at Bob’s face on your screen. 3 missed calls and 1 text.

Clicking on the text you felt your stomach sink as you read it. “We need to talk and I’m so sorry about last night baby. Love you” you stifled back a sob. It was over. His face popped up again as his call came through. Hesitant you answered it anyway. Better to get it over with now.

“Hello?” he said quietly.

“Hey”

“Look Peach, I’m really sorry I missed last night” he sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. Work is just really stressful and-”

But you’d heard that before. He’d make it up to you and things would be fine for a while but it would be just a matter of time til it happened again. Cutting him off you ripped off the bandaid. “Stop, please. Bob, it’s over. I can't do this anymore.”

“No! Peach talk to me please” he pleaded as you ended the call.

He tried to call again but you didn’t answer this time. Instead, you headed for the shower not even bothering to take your sleep shirt off as you got in. Sitting on the tub letting the hot water soak you as you sobbed. You wanted to go back into your room and answer the phone but you knew it was better this way. He would’ve never broken up with you so it was up to you to take the hint and end it.

A knock on your bathroom door startled you. “Peach, is everything okay?” said Jake from the other side. He never did leave last night. You figured he slept on the couch and stayed to check on you. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec,” you shouted back trying to hide the fact that you’d been crying. “Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen.” the uncertainty in his voice told you he knew you were lying.

You threw your clothes into the dryer that was thankfully in the bathroom then wrapped your towel around you and headed to your room to get dressed. Jake shouted breakfast was ready as you clasped your bra. “Coming!” you shouted back, throwing your Navy sweatshirt on.

“Hey stranger, made you some pancakes,” said Jake as he slid the plate in front of you. Chocolate chip, your favorite.

“You didn’t have to do that Jake,” you replied quietly as he shrugged in response. Your appetite was non-existent but you didn’t want to seem ungrateful so you scarfed down one of the pancakes.

“Bob called. He’s been calling me and Nat all morning.”

“Did you answer?” you swallowed hard. Hoping he didn’t.

“No, but have you talked to him?”

Staring down at your plate you mumbled back “Yeah. I ended it and hung up on him.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

Jake pulled you into a hug before you could even reply. Sticking by you the rest of the day as you dropped off Bob’s things at Nat’s and then watching rom-coms with you that only managed to make you cry even more.

—

Bob tried calling the first week. An abundance of texts sat unanswered on your phone too. He even sent you roses which ended up at Nat’s since you didn’t want them but didn’t want to throw them out. But as the 2-month mark neared he finally stopped. According to Nat, he wasn't on Cobra’s social media anymore and he asked her about you every week but it was too late now.

He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds”

The sound of Jake’s truck in your driveway snapped you out of your thoughts. He’d been there through it all for you. Making you get out of the house and not letting you drown in sorrow. Today he was taking you to a flea market you’d mentioned at work. It was a 2-hour drive and you tried to get him to reconsider but he just said he loved a good road trip and you knew you couldn’t fight him.

The drive-up was uneventful and you couldn’t deny Jake’s playlist was great. Singing along to Jolene as he pulled into the parking lot. “Wow this place is huge,” you mumbled.

Jake smiled up at you as you walked the booths. His arms holding your new books. You turned around suddenly bumping into Jake when you realized you passed the records booth. He grabbed your waist to prevent you from falling.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

His green eyes were on yours as he towered over you. You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach as you shook your head to snap yourself out of the trance and then quickly headed toward another booth.

—

As you and Jake ate that afternoon at a little cafe on the side of the road you couldn't help but stare at his handsome features. A couple of times he made funny faces when he caught you staring and you tried to shake off the feeling you got when he did.

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Walking back to the truck you stopped to take a picture of the sunset. The breeze ruffling your blue sundress. Jake ran ahead of you and opened the truck door for you. Standing in front of him, as he towered over you, your eyes flickered down to his lips.

Red lips and rosy cheeks

“I like your red lipstick,” he whispered. You looked down as your cheeks blushed but his fingers lifted your chin to look up at him. Before you could overthink it you pulled his shirt and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips to his as his hands reached for your waist. The kiss was slow and it felt natural as his tongue tangled up with yours.

When you finally parted to breathe, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I overstepped” you mumbled to him as you turned to get into the truck. “I’m not sorry,” he replied as he rounded the truck and got in.

Jake grabbed your hand as you got on the highway back to Miramar, a comfortable silence had settled between y’all. Only being interrupted when he pulled into your driveway and you asked if he wanted to come in.

Setting down your books on the coffee table, Jake excused himself to the bathroom. Your mind still reeling from the kiss. Your heart still ached for Bob but you couldn't deny the feelings that had recently come to the surface as you started to hang out more with Jake.

You turned on the tv and put on Game of Thrones which was Jake’s favorite then headed to the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine. “That for me?” he asked as he came and grabbed the glass for your hand and quickly pecked your lips. “Yes, I uh also put on Game of Thrones. We can watch something else though if you want.” you rambled as you followed him out of the kitchen and then settled on the couch.

“Nah, this is perfect” he replied as he stretched and placed his arm on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Jake was very into the show but you couldn't concentrate on anything other than the fact that he’d kissed you twice today and now it was nearly midnight and he was still here. On the one hand, you didn't want him to leave but you also didnt want whatever was happening to progress quickly and ruin your friendship. “Hello? Earth to Peach?” he said breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said it's getting late, maybe I should go,” he stared at you waiting on a response. You eyed the wine on the coffee table now empty. Not wanting him to drive home under the influence you responded “You’ve been drinking, it’s okay if you stay.”

“Peach, I’m okay really. I don't want to overstay my welcome.”

“No, please. Stay.” your lips crashed into his before he could say anything else. The kiss started slow but it turned more passionate as you moved to straddle his lap. His hands were on your ass as your tongues fought for dominance. You pulled away and slowly got up, holding his hand as you guided him toward your room.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

“Are you sure about this, Peach?” he mumbled while kissing your neck. You nodded in response as a moan escaped your lips when he pulled your hair. “Use your words, Peach.”

“I’m sure” you whispered as he laid you down on the bed and climbed on top of you. You pulled his shirt up and ran your hands across his abs as he kissed you, only pulling away to take his shirt off. His right hand squeezed your breasts as you desperately kissed him. Your body jolted with every touch. There was no denying being touch starved from Bob’s long deployment might have influenced this to happen so quickly but as he kissed your thighs your mind went blank.

And his voice is a familiar sound

Nothing lasts forever

But this is getting good now

“Can I eat you out?” Jake mumbled against your thigh. “Yes,” you panted as he slowly took off your underwear and threw it somewhere with the rest of his clothes. He sucks on your clit and your fingers grasp for his hair as your moans fill the room. He pulls away and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, his green eyes piercing through yours as you moan his name. “You like that, honey?” he says as he thrusts one finger in you and you feel your legs start to shake.

He adds another finger and hits your g-spot as he sucks on your clit. Your legs tighten around his head as he starts to go faster. Your vision goes white with pleasure as your legs start to shake while you come in his mouth as he continues to finger you through your orgasm. “You taste so good baby” Jake mutters as you start to come down from your high.

You taste yourself on his lips as he kisses you. He pulls away to take off his jeans as you take off the sundress and chuck it on the floor. Quickly his lips are back on yours as you grab his bulge and he groans in your mouth. Your fingers tug at the waistband of his boxers and as you pull them down you grab his cock. Slowly stroking it as he pulls the boxers all the way off.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Peach?” he asks once more as you kiss his neck. “Yes, Jake” you respond and so he reaches down to his pants on the floor and pulls a condom out of his wallet. He quickly puts it on and as he rubs his cock against your entrance you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you. Moaning his name loudly as he begins to thrust slowly into you.

“Faster, Jake” you whine as he starts to quicken up the pace. He lowers his right hand down to rub your clit as he thrusts into you. You kiss him desperately as you feel yourself getting close. His left hand squeezing your breast. “I’m close” you moan and that sets something off in Jake and he begins to thrust faster and harder into you.

Screaming his name you feel yourself coming and he comes too as your cunt tightens around his cock. Holding on to you as you both come down from your highs. He slowly pulls out and chucks the condom into your bedside trashcan. Laying beside you he pulls you to his chest as you throw your leg over him. Both of you drifting off to sleep.

—

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Monday rolls around too quickly and Jake has been at your apartment since Saturday night. He leaves early that morning to get to work before you and at work, you both act like nothing happened since you didnt want the team to know. Worried about what they might say.

Jake winks at you as you head for the showers and your mind wanders back to last nights steamy shower with him. You hurry while getting dressed and practically run to your car and when you pull into your street you see the familiar truck in the driveway. As you park next to him he gets out of the truck and rounds your car to open your door. Making you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder.

But before he can walk to your door a car door shuts behind you and when you lift your head to see who it is, it's the one person you were not prepared to see again.

Bob.

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

(click here to read pt 2)

#top gun fandom #bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #jake seresin imagine #top gun hangman #jake seresin smut #Spotify

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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❚█═Bulking Up, Eh?═█❚

Y/N pays his best friend a visit after working abroad for 6 months.

Tags: Bangchan x male reader, wholesome

Warnings: Suggestive content

Suggested by @dimensionaldrifter , thank you for the adorable concept, I absolutely loved writing this! <3

You take a deep breath as you step out from the plane into the familiar atmosphere.

It's good to be home.

You had previously been involved with a hefty internship at a producing company where you were learning skills and being taught under professional and popular producers and just finished the course with flying colors. It didn't seem like a long time while you were working, since you kept yourself busy with projects and taking better care of yourself, but once the plane touched down it all sunk in; six months of hard work finally paid off! You continue walking to pickup your luggage and make your way back to your apartment, eager to unpack and settle in.

Your apartment is just as neat as you left it, which surprises you slightly since you had left a key with Christopher Chan (you called him Chan), your long time friend, so that he could come and check up on things every once in a while. Back when you were in high school together, you being a senior and Chan being a junior, you remember Chan being forgetful and messy, so you feel warm thinking that he put in extra effort to keep it nice and clean for you.

Ah, I forgot to text him that I landed safely...

You pull out your phone and are met with a new text.

Chan: Hey man! Let me know when you get here, we gotta catch up if you're not too jetlagged!

You smile. Chan always checks in with you, even if you are his hyung, and you find it heartwarming how much he cares. You type a response.

Me: Just got to the apartment. Honestly surprised at how nice it is, I half expected it to be a pigsty 😂

Chan: You gotta give me more credit!! I've gotten better since you've last seen me

Me: So should we meet at your place then?

Chan: No! No, its far too messy lol

Me: Lol ok, lets meet at the cafe in an hour then

Chan: KK

You chuckle to yourself and finish unpacking. Sure, you enjoyed your time abroad, but you miss Chan and your hometown more than anything, and you can't wait to catch up.

After waiting only a few minutes at "The Crick" cafe, you notice a figure walk in wearing a black hoodie and joggers and a casual beanie. You immediately recognize him by his curly brown hair and adorable pronounced nose.

"Chan, over here!" You wave your arm to signal him. His eyes light up when he sees you and he rushes over. You practically jump out of your seat and Chan grabs you into a bear hug.

"Wow man, I feel like you've been gone forever!!!!" He is grinning ear to ear.

"Haha, yeah, I missed you too bud." You laugh and hug him back. You both sit down, grinning ear to ear. You genuinely missed this goofball.

"Gosh, you gotta fill me in on what went down. Don't think I didn't notice your gorgeous biceps. You been hitting the gym?" Chan jokingly winks at you. You laugh.

"Yea actually! I've been trying to be healthier mentally and physically, especially since I've been busy at the internship. I'm pretty proud of my progress." As you talk, Chan sits back and takes it all in, still smiling. He looks you up and down. Conscious of his gaze, you find yourself blushing slightly.

"You should be proud. Dude, you're doing it! You're living your dream and doing what you want to do. You lost weight and started taking care of yourself better. I know how much effort and motivation that takes." He leans forward and puts a hand on your forearm. "I am so proud of you, Y/N!"

You are slightly taken aback by the sudden praise and chuckle nervously. He always finds a way to make you flustered, even if you are older than him. His shining excited eyes remind you of a golden retriever.

"Why don't you come over for a few drinks and hang out? I could use the company. Plus, I owe you for keeping my place up." You take a sip of your coffee. "I can show you some of my routine." You wink and flex at him jokingly.

"Haha, of course I'm down." Chan laughs and glances down for a second, avoiding your gaze. You aren't certain, but you think you spot him blushing.

A few hours later and a few drinks in, you both find yourselves laughing heartily and catching up at your apartment and reminiscing on old times and stories.

"Dude, I will NEVER forget when you got into a fight with that Woojin guy, that was intense." You flick Chan's shoulder as he makes his way to a chair, handing you another drink.

"Yeah well, he deserved it. He was being way too rough with Felix. I swear, I knew that guy was a dick from the start." He grimaces and shakes his head at the memory.

"I think it was really cool of you actually, to step up like that. You're protective. It's endearing." You smile, trying to make him smile again. It works, and Chan turns to you with a soft expression.

"I really fucking missed you."

Something about the way he looked you in the eyes with that soft smile and warm expression made your face go red. You can feel his eyes raking over you.

"Y-yeah. Me too." For a moment you just stare at each other, slightly inebriated from the alcohol, but also just because you were drawn to him. Chan coughs, breaking the tension.

"Be right back, gotta take a leak."

"No worries."

You stand up and take your glasses to the sink while Chan gets up to go to the bathroom. Your heart is beating faster than usual and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Something about Chan is just so adorable, and something so obvious is happening that you are just a little bit too afraid to accept.

"Think fast!" Chan bursts out from the bathroom door to throw a roll of toilet paper at you. It bumps off your back and you turn to face him.

"Oh, it's on!" You grab the roll and throw it back at him, engaging in battle. He catches it and attempts to run smuggling it away, but you run up to him and grab him in a bear hug from behind, turning it into a wrestling match. You both laugh and horseplay for a second, you trying to pry the paper roll from Chan who is holding onto it for dear life. You manage to pry it out of his hands and victoriously push him to against your wall.

"Ha! I win." You hover over him, grinning while holding his hands up to the wall. Chan giggles with his squinted eyes and wide grin that make you feel soft inside, and you stand there for a moment.

"Okay, I may have underestimated just how strong you got. I mean look at you." Chan runs his hand across your arm that is pinning him to the wall, feeling your biceps. You aren't sure if its the alcohol kicking in or your imagination, but you could have sworn that your faces were not this close 10 seconds ago. Chan's smile falls into a longer look, tilting his head slightly and eyes on your lips. Before you even realize what is happening, you find yourself in Chan's arms and his lips on yours.

Fireworks.

You bring your hand to his face and kiss him back. You can feel his arms running down your sides and pulling you closer, and you are locked in a passionate embrace. His lips carry the faint taste of the rice wine you were drinking earlier and you can smell his faded cologne. The feeling of his hands feeling your stomach and abs send a rush to your head as you take it all in. Only when he separates to breathe do you open your eyes.

"F-fuck..." You say under your breath, still recovering from what just happened. You look at Chan, whose eyes show passion and a hint of fear.

"Fuck... good?" He cocks his head slightly and smiles awkwardly, awaiting your response.

"I don't know, do you?" You smirk as Chan blushes deeply. He chuckles and looks down, grinning. You lift his chin to make him look back up at you. "Shut up and kiss me, Christopher Bang." He doesn't need to be told twice. He leans in to kiss you again, this time needier. He turns you around and pushes you to the wall this time, trading places, and hastily you both take each other's shirts off. He holds your arms up on the wall and looks you up and down for the nth time that night.

"God you are one sexy motherfucker."

Chan never fails to make you blush.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

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smartycvnt · 7 months

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Love-Hate

Title: Love-Hate Pairing: Matt Jackson x Reader Summary: Matt and Y/n are arguing, Y/n confesses her feelings for Matt, and Matt kisses her. R WC:978

Y/n knew better than to have thought that working with The Elite would go smoothly for her. The guys were nice enough, but Y/n had never really gotten along with them. Truthfully, it was Matt who had always been the instigator. He had something against her, which was unfortunate because that meant Y/n had to keep her feelings about him to herself. She liked Matt, and a part of her always would, no matter how many times he pissed her off. She had just sort of started to avoid him in order to keep the peace, but that didn't seem to be the most foolproof plan. They still managed to butt heads a lot more than normal people would have. That was why their little segment together had quickly dissolved into chaos.

"God, I should have known better than to think you could be professional enough for this to work. I don't see why Adam insists on working with you so often," Matt scoffed. Y/n clenched her jaw as she turned away from him. The words hurt, but she was stronger than the urge to let it show.

"Guys, come on," Nick said in a futile attempt to stop the argument. Kenny pulled him back, well aware that the two of them needed to get this out of their system. The storyline had just begun, and it was one that Tony Khan wanted as Y/n's introduction to the company. She was an acquisition that Tony felt he absolutely had to do something special with. Y/n had originally been one of the wrestler Tony wanted in the very beginning, but the bad blood between her and Matt had stopped that idea in its tracks.

"No, obviously Matt obviously has some things that he wants to say, and I'm curious as to what they are," Y/n said as she pulled up a chair and sat down in it. Matt rolled his eyes as he looked down at her. It was the little things that Y/n did that always got on Matt's nerves.

"Everything is a joke to you, isn't it? You've just coasted by because your boyfriend can wrestle and you're attractive enough, right? I mean, what were you really doing before your little stint at the Performance Center? Fuck, I think that Sammy made it further than you when he tried out. I wonder what it feels like to know that people who were never going to be more than jobbers made it further than you at your dream company," Matt said. Y/n had planned on staying calm and collected, but that had pushed her over the edge.

"For your information, I walked out of there on my own. I didn't want to be a jobber at some big company because that's fucking bullshit. You are so goddamn judgmental for someone who bitched out of Impact. Yeah, I dated a few top guys at other places who trained me, but you can go back and ask anyone who was there at the same time as me, I fucking worked my ass off. I took the losses, squash matches, small wins, big wins, and championship runs with the same level of seriousness. I'd hate to break it to you, but I'm going to be here for the next year, so if you can manage to get your pretty little head out of your ass for it, that'd be great. Especially this next month or so while we work together." Y/n had shot up out of her seat and taken a step towards Matt with each of her statements. Her index finger was poking him in the chest as he stood backed up against a table.

"You think I'm pretty?" Matt pouted. Y/n took a step back as she balled up her fists.

"God, you are so infuriating! I can't believe I ever thought I could fucking love you!" Y/n shouted as she stormed off. Matt's face fell as he watched her go.

"I told you so," Kenny muttered as he leaned towards Nick and Adam.

"Go after her man!" Adam yelled at him. Matt didn't need to be told again. He started running towards Y/n, who had gotten surprisingly far for how crowded the backstage area seemed to be.

"Y/n, wait!" Matt called out. Y/n stopped, but kept her back turned towards Matt. "Can I start with I'm sorry, because I really am. I was out of line for what I said, and for a lot of what I've been saying."

"Matt, we don't have anything to say to each other. Thank you for apologizing, but I think it's best if we keep our separate ways," Y/n said.

"I understand that, but I also think that we've been mean to each other for the wrong reasons. I don't hate you, I just wasn't really ever sure where to put my feelings. You said that you loved me earlier, and I want that to mean something," Matt said. Y/n opened herself up to him a little more as they stood alone together backstage. Matt extended his hand towards her, and instead of just taking it, Y/n moved in for a hug. Matt couldn't explain it, but something about that hug felt perfectly for him. "I'd really like to kiss you."

"Then do it," Y/n said. Once again, Matt moved without hesitation. He let his lips press against Y/n's firmly. Matt had always been a man of honest emotion, and this kiss had all of his feelings about Y/n wrapped up nice and neatly. Whether she chose to dig in that deeply was completely up to her. He laid himself out for her to pick apart at her own will with the hopes that she wouldn't just leave him so exposed.

#my writing #one shot #aew x reader #aew #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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I can’t get your damn college counselor Minthara from like a month ago out of my head so you get my headcannons. Have fun.

- You’ve amassed a small collection of very expensive blazers because Minthara gives them to you every time you decide to wear one of your slutty little tops to class. She doesn’t usually say anything, just shoots you a glare and lays the blazer over your shoulders.

- Every time you have a 1-on-1 meeting with a professor she always buys you lunch. She interrupts the meeting to let you know it’s waiting for you in her office when you’re done.

- You always call her ma’am. It makes her breathe hitch every time. She compliments you. You have such good manners.

I can clearly imagine how college counsellor Minthara would look like, always in those pristine luxury brands suits, the ones without the logos because those brands are exclusive and never advertise themselves.

Yet she gives away her expensive jacket to you each time. Your slutty clothes keep distracting everyone around you and she can't stand the eyes trailing along your exposed skin, the way the other students slow a bit when they pass you by the hallway.

And if you take it off? She gives you a stern look as she tells you to put it back on, except if you're in her office, of course. After all, who is she to say no to the free eyecandy you're offering.

Minthara, who keeps you around on campus to do errands for her while she waits for her afterhours to be done. No one really goes to her office, even students just crowd Halsin's office instead. So it's the two of you with full privacy.

You slip her blazer off of your shoulders, loosen your clothes a bit, get comfortable on that soft couch that just happened to be the perfect size for you to lay, the perfect view for Minthara to glance at between working on her laptop.

If you say you're hungry or grumble that you're bored, she just hands you her unlocked phone with full access to her credit card, tell you to order whatever. Instead of the instant ramen you're used to eating for dinner by now, you get a whole full course meal delivered to campus to her office with dessert afterwards.

She unapologetically gives you special treatment even in front of the other professors, and no one on campus really has the guts to bring it up or talk about it around her. Makes it clear that it's her presence alone that you should be respectful of and care about it. Everyone else is less than important, especially the males, at least with the women she bothers to address them by their full name.

But don't think you have it easy. The second you go knocking on the other counsellor's door or flirting with a professor or two to get your grades curved up, she is furious. Demanding you explain your behaviour and just what do you think you're doing?

She knows you have a habit of playing innocent, of being a a spoiled brat that thinks they can get anything they want because they fluttered their pretty eyelashes and unbuttoned their shirt a bit. And she knows that you are absolutely right when it comes to all of these pathetic excuses of professionals, how ironic it is how much these so called professors think with what's between their legs rather than their brain.

So maybe she will loosen your leash a bit, let you whore around for some days and realise how boring everyone else is in comparison to her, how no one can satisfy you like she does. And then she expects to find you back in her office at the end of the day for the inappropriate behaviour you've been showing, after all it is her job as a counselor to keep you in line, isn't it?

The way you call her ma'am as you apologise, glossy eyes and biting your lips as you feign innocence, not knowing better and how you didn't think you were flirting really, you're a cute college student who is still figuring things out.

And maybe if you sit on her lap, keep calling her ma'am and pleading for forgiveness with your chest so close to her face, then maybe she will ending sweeping this whole ordeal under the rug. And things will go back to normal until this cycle repeat the next month.

#♡counsellor Minthara #♡Minthara #♡dark content #♡bimbo!tav #♡bimbo reader

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 6 months

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Falling for You | Choi Yeonjun

Summary: You like Yeonjun, and he knows it. But what happens when you figure out he just might like you too? Pairing: f!reader Noona x Yeonjun, f2l (age gap 2 or 3 years, take your pick lol) Word Count: 3.6k a/n: I am so so so so so sorry to my anon that sent this a while ago! I hope it was worth the wait <3 p.s. not edited well because I was happy I finished it and wanted to post it asap! Let me know what you think!~

"I didn't know you were such an adrenaline junkie" Yeonjun says while fastening my harness and pulling the straps tighter, making sure everything is secure. "Why do you say that?" I ask, ultimately knowing but not wanting to admit it. "Well you've been here like 4 time since I started working here and I just started last month" he says laughing at what he probably believes is my clueless nature. "I don't know, it's exhilarating. Plus it was my first time so I don't know I guess I've been addicted ever since" I finish off getting a bit defensive but ultimately it's the truth.

"You know, in another context that could sound really dirty" he teases making my cheeks heat up. "Yeonjun!" I scold hitting his arm, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. "What? Am I wrong?" he says, clearly loving my reaction. "No you're not but aren't you supposed to be acting professional while at work?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest. He ended up getting a job at an adventure park with bungie jumping, sky diving and zip lining, amongst other not so extreme activities.

"Yeah but I don't need to act professional in front of you because you're my friend right?" he laughs, making excuses for himself. "Yes we're friends but still!" I argue, "Aw are you getting shy?" he teases, tilting his head at me. "You wish" I say scoffing at him, fed up with his cocky attitude already. Deep down though he knows I'm loving this...and that's the dangerous part.

I like Yeonjun, and he knows that. I've liked him for years but we've never actually addressed it and he hasn't acted on it. Which pretty much shows me he doesn't feel the same way. So this is what we do, I act like I can't stand him but go out of my way to not so subtly be around him. Where as he does everything in his power to tease me until he gets a reaction out of me. Which honestly isn't very hard when it comes to him.

That's been our friendship dynamic for years now and I don't want to mess that up, even if it means that we can't be together the way I want us to. "You ready to go? You know the drill so if you're all set I'll get you hooked up" he says referring to the zip lining contraption. You know, I might've been here multiple times already but I still don't know any of the proper terminology besides harness and carabiner, the latter being one Yeonjun had made fun of me for calling it 'the clippy thing' just today.

"As ready as I'll ever be" I say taking everything in. "Hey, you've done this before so don't let it psych you out" he says in a softer tone, placing a hand on my chin and pulling my face back over to his, my eyes now focusing on the floor not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Eyes on me Pretty" he says and I snap my eyes up to his but take a step back when I start choking on air.

"Cute" he chuckles at me before bringing me back over to get hooked onto the zip line. I walk with him and let him drag me along, still caught off guard by the pet name and end up overthinking and spacing out until I get to the front of the line. "Oh hello again!" the girl that works on getting people ready to go on the line says. We've spoken a few times and she seems really nice but sometimes I get a bit insecure seeing her interactions with Yeonjun.

"Hey!" I respond, still kind of unsure if I want to do this again. "Hey!" Yeonjun yells over to me, "Just close your eyes when you take off and count to 10 then open your eyes, that's when the best part comes into view". I nod my head at him and turn back around to face the girl as she helps me get connected.

"You and Yeonjun seem pretty close" she says, clearly fishing for information. "Yeah we've been friends for a few years so I guess you could say that" I say. "Oh you guys are just friends? I could've sworn you were his girlfriend" she says with her brows slightly pinched together. "What would make you say that?" I ask, my heart beating a little faster. "I mean he talks about you all the time so I thought that maybe..."

"Oh no, yeah we're um, yeah we're just friends" I say awkwardly after gaining that new piece of information and looking back over to him. "You know, if you like him you should ask him out" she says following my gaze to see him smiling and laughing with another one of their coworkers. "No I couldn't, plus I'm a few years older so I don't know" I say getting kind of embarrassed at the fact that I've admitted that I have a crush on a younger guy, and not only that but a close friend that's a younger guy.

"Wouldn't that be a bit weird?" I question, bringing my attention back over to her. "I don't think so. I mean it's not like you're 40 years old or something. Two or three years isn't that bad. Just think about it, I've seen you here so many times and I know for a fact that you both would make a really cute couple" she finished.

"I don't know about that" I say still turned towards her. "Don't know about what?" Yeonjun says sneaking up on me. "Don't sneak up on me like that! Do you see how far that fall is?" I scold and point towards the forest hundreds of feet bellow us. "You would've been fine silly. Plus you're already hooked up to the line. What's been taking you so long? I thought you went already" he asks, puzzled and looking back and forth between me and his coworker that I had been talking to.

"We were just catching up a bit" she says with a smile making an easy excuse. "You know Summer" he asks, speaking to me while pointing at the girl that I now know as Summer. "Yeah I've helped her out a few times since she's been here" she says and he nods, pacified with that answer.

"So are you ready to go now?" he asks, double checking what I can assume is my harness, making sure I'm as safe as I can be. "I guess so" I answer again, kind of losing the thrill of the activity because of what Summer had just told me. 'Should I really ask him out?' I think to myself. "Noona?" he calls for me. "Huh? Did you say something?" I ask, feeling bad that I had spaced out on him.

"I asked if you would like me to go with you? We can race if you want! Then I'll walk you over to the next thing you have planned. Skydiving right?" he asks trying to recall my agenda for the day. "No not yet, after this I'm going bungie jumping and then sky diving to finish out the day" I say filling him in once again.

"Sorry, with so many people that come here I sometimes get things mixed up" he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck which is strange since things like these aren't usually what gets him acting like this. In fact I don't think I've ever seen him act like this "It's fine Yeonjun don't worry about it. So are we gonna race or not?" I ask deciding to just move past what could turn into an awkward conversation. "Sure, just give me a sec and I'll put on a harness" he says and runs off to do as he's said.

"Did you see that?" Summer asks, "See what?" I question back. "How he wanted to help you when you get to the other side and how he offered to race you to make you less scared and how embarrassed he got with the fact that he forgot the order you're going in today, how much he lit up when you asked him if he still wanted to race how-" "Okay Summer, okay I get it" I laugh cutting her off. "Well, if you don't ask him out soon then I'll ask him out for you if you want?" she questions trying to help me out.

"That would be even more embarrassing than just doing it by myself" I say shaking my head and getting nervous just thinking about it. "What would be embarrassing?" Yeonjun asks, this time thankfully not sneaking up me. "Nothing don't worry about it. You ready?" I ask, trying to run away from this conversation. "Yeah um, sure" he says getting even more suspicious with us than he had been before.

"Just think about it okay?" Summer says when she comes back around after double checking Yeonjun's connection for him and now triple checking mine for an excuse to encourage me one last time to which I just nod and get myself mentally prepared for this zip line as well as the prospects of potentially asking him out myself. "Alright guys, three...two...one...GO!" Summer yells and we both set off with Yeonjun just a second faster than me, already gaining a clear lead.

"Hey that's not fair!" I yell, laughing at his awkward position which makes him go a lot faster, knowing that I wouldn't dare do something like that. "Hurry up then!" he says going back to sitting normally to which I take advantage of and decide to try out what he had been doing before, zooming past him. "Noona! Not fair!" he whines behind me and tries his best to catch up. "Hurry up then" I tease using his own words against him and this all goes on back and forth until we finally reach the end with me finishing just a second or two before him.

"I took it easy on you" he says making excuses for his loss. "Sure you did" I taunt, knowing full well that he pretty much did. "That's the last time though! I want a rematch!" he demands, needing to regain a sense of pride. "Maybe next time, come on let's go!" I say excitedly and drag him right along with me.

The walk to the bungie jumping area isn't too far off and it's spent still bickering with each other about the results of the race. "Fine you won, but I'm gonna go upside down when we go bungie jumping and then I'll win this round" he says and speeds up, trying to get there first. "Hey! You can't win at bungie jumping, you either jump or you don't jump, that's it." I argue, failing to see his logic.

"Yeah but we can one up each other" he retorts and gets in line. "Fine, then I'll go upside down too" I say once I catch up to him. "Wait really?" he asks, completely surprised that I would even say that, let alone go through with it.

"Why? Are you trying to get me to back out so you can win?" I say raising a brow at him. "So there is a winner" he says and pokes my side, to which I return with a slap of his arm. "By your logic, yes there is. But if we both go upside down then it's a tie which means I'm still in the lead" I say, satisfied by the outcome, but only if I actually do it.

"Do you want to go first or should I?" he asks. "Is that even a questions? You go first" I say and push him in front of me in line. "Fine but don't chicken out after I go because you think it's 'too scary' he says in air quotes. I give him a sarcastic smile and a wack him in the arm as a response. "OW!" he yell, obviously playing it up. "Well then stop making fun of me and just go" I say showing him it's his turn already.

I watch every step they take in hooking him up to make sure I'll be mentally prepared for my turn. "You got this loser" I yell as encouragement after they put him in position and he does nothing but smile in response. "Alright you ready?" the worker asks and Yeonjun sends a quick nod before they give him a countdown from three and drop him a few seconds afterwards. I lean forward a bit to try to get a better look at him but by his screaming and laughing alone I can really tell he's having a great time.

"Noona oh my gosh that was so fun!" he says coming over and giving me a hug enveloping my whole body, probably in an effort to steady himself on his feet. "You ready?" he asks with a huge smile and I can't help but laugh and say yes after seeing how happy he seems. A few seconds later though, that's another story.

"Wait Yeonjun, can't I just go the regular way?" I plead, questioning all of my life choices up until this moment. "Nope, you promised me that you would do it if I did" he scolds. "I did no-" "Shhh" he quiets me before telling the guys I'm ready to go. They start placing everything they could possibly need to to keep me from dying on my ankles as well as answer any of my questions and assuring me I'll be fine.

"Hush you'll be fine, just tell them when you're ready" Yeonjun says, peer pressuring me into doing it. "Fine" I mumble before letting the guys know. As they start to hoist me up into the contraption that drops me I shut my eyes trying to imagine myself anywhere but here. "Noona open your eyes!" to which I shake my head just enough for him to notice, not daring to make any sudden movements.

"Open your eyes or I'll kiss you" he yells and at that my eyes open as wide as they possibly could seeing him with a smug smile before giving me the countdown. "Three..." "Yeonjun no!" "Two" "No stop I'm done playing get me down!" and before I hear him say one I feel myself drop and get the wind knocked out of me. Once I regain some air in my lungs after the first bounce I start to scream which slowly turns into laughing like crazy just as Yeonjun had done moments before.

"How was it? It was amazing right?" he says with a huge smile on his face, still so amused at my reactions before the drop. "OW!" he says rubbing his forearm after having hit him for a second time. "Next time listen to me!" I say and try to take a step but stumble backwards a bit, still needing to regain my center of gravity. "Careful there" Yeonjun says pulling me back up by my harness.

My eyes widen at the proximity between us now and I look up at him and he leans closer until his nose brushes against mine with my eyes closing shut getting flustered by everything about him. "I guess I shouldn't kiss you since you opened your eyes back there huh?" he whispers and before I'm able to process what he's said he's already ten steps ahead of me.

"Hey!" I yell and jog to catch up with him. "What was that about?" I ask him with a deep crease between my brows which he puts his thumb on to encourage me to stop furrowing my brows. "What was what about?" he asks, playin dumb.

"You know, all that kissing talk" I say deciding not to shy away from the subject. "Why? Did you want me to kiss you Noona?" he asks with a devilish smile with his eye facing forward keeping an eye on where we're going. "I didn't say that" I retort, unamused with this entire conversation but taking advantage to look up at his side profile nonetheless. "Sure you didn't. Race you to the airport!" he says and takes off running. "Hey! No fair!" I yell and run after him anyways even with no chance in hell of beating him.

"Took you long enough" he says cheekily, already having the chance to catch his breath while waiting for me. "Your legs are longer than mine are" I pant, with my hands on my knees. "You okay?" he asks, placing a hand on my back. "Peachy keen" I say, almost having calmed my breathing down after a minute or so.

"Drink this" he says and hands me a bottle of water, to which I gulp down half of it. "Thirsty huh?" he says with a smirk and I roll my eyes at him, not bothering to dignify his statement with a verbal response but he takes satisfaction with what little I've given nonetheless.

"So are you ready?" he asks when I've finally gotten back to normal. "Yeah but I haven't done this one before so I don't know what I should be doing" I admit. "It's fine let me teach you, that's what I'm here for right?" he says with a genuine smile. "Right" I say, matching his smile and he walks me through all of the procedures and safety precautions.

"Did you want to go with me or did you want one of the other instructors to go with you?" he asks. "How would it be a competition if we went together? I'll go with one of the other instructors silly" I say, surprised by his question and pushing his shoulder a bit to go grab them. "And you better go with one too so it's even!" I yell after him as he jogs over to where they're at.

Once we get up in the air and are close to jumping I notice that Yeonjun starts to space out a bit. "Are you okay?" I ask concerned as to if he should actually be jumping or not. "Yeah no I'm fine don't worry about it" he says and we both get pulled away from the conversation to get hooked up to each of our respective instructors.

"Hey!" Yeonjun yells at me before we jump. "What?" I yell back so he knows for sure I've heard him. "Will you go out with me?" he yells and jumps off right after leaving me stunned. "You ready?" the guy I'm jumping with asks me. "Um yeah" I say and he gives me a countdown before we drop out of the plane.

Falling through the sky is a feeling that I can't even begin to describe, with the wind in my face and seeing how tiny everything looks from up here it's actually insane. I'm not able to focus on that though ever since Yeonjun asked me if I would go out with him. Was he kidding? Was he just trying to tease me? How am I supposed to respond once we finally parachute down and we're back on the ground.

I'm broken out of my train of thought when the guy behind me asks me if I'm okay since I haven't hardly made a sound. "Yeah I'm fine" I yell back. "Well then let me hear you say YEAH!!!" he yells, obviously trying to make sure that I'm actually not freaking out to which I respond to with a 'HELL YEAH' which seems to make him laugh.

Once we finally get close enough he pulls the tab to the parachute and we slowly but surely make our way back into the field next to the airport we had started out at. "So?" Yeonjun asks after coming over and helping me up off the ground. "So what?" I ask, not sure exactly what he's referring to since I'm still not sure if he meant what he said back there.

"What's your answer?" he asks with a shy but excited smile, clearly hoping I say yes. Instead I grab one of the straps on his harness and pull him into me and kiss him, only lingering for a few seconds, although I want more. Once I pull back he rests his forehead against mine and whispers "Well I guess I got my answer then" before angling my face back up towards his to kiss me properly.

Pushing back from him afterwards I push on his chest to create some distance between us as he's grabbed my waist in the meantime. "You better not make me regret this" I say giving him a stern look, making sure he'll take this seriously.

"Don't worry Noona, I won't let you slip away"

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mintsbubbletea · 5 months

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𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 - 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐚

Word Count: 1k+

Contains: Gender Neutral reader, kissing, not sure if I missed anything.

proof read and edited.

Kirishima chuckled, his laughter filling the room as he glanced at the frustrated blonde. "Come on, Denks, don't start lying now," he teased. Denki pouted, his mind racing with frustration. No matter how many times he mentioned having a partner, his classmates just wouldn't believe him. "But I'm not lying! I really do have a lover," he whined, feeling exasperated. "Their name is Y/n."

Mina raised an eyebrow, her finger resting on her chin as she pondered. "Y/n… like the violin player?" she asked, her curiosity evident. Denki shook his head, slamming it on the desk in frustration. "No, not like the violin player. They are the violin player," he explained, his arms hanging limply at his sides. Bakugo scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I highly doubt a professional violinist would go for an idiot like you," he remarked. Denki sighed, feeling defeated. He didn't know how to convince them otherwise.

Suddenly, Sero spoke up, offering a glimmer of hope. "I'll believe you when we see them," he said. Denki's head shot up, a spark of realization in his eyes. "Why didn't I think of that sooner? You're so smart, Sero!" he exclaimed, quickly grabbing his phone and checking his calendar. "Are you guys free after school?" he asked eagerly. Kirishima nodded, followed by the rest of the group. "Yeah, I should be," he replied. Denki's face lit up with excitement. "Y/n has a performance today. I can take you guys to meet them," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.

Iida chimed in, remembering something he had seen. "A performance? Isn't their band's concert quite expensive?" he asked, recalling a poster he had seen on the streets. Momo grinned, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Yeah! My family gets invited every year. We always make sure to attend their shows here. I'm really close to Y/n, and they haven't mentioned any of you," she said, causing Bakugo and Kirishima to burst into laughter at Momo's remark.

'We've only been together for a couple of months! This performance is completely free, and it's only Y/n performing"

Mina smirked, "I'll tag along just to see if you're full of it as usual." turning her attention back to the front of the class. Sero chuckles and nudges Bakugo, "I wonder if he hired someone to be his partner." Deku smiles and places a hand on Denki's shoulder, "I believe you, Kaminari, I can't wait to tmeet them" Denki gives him a grateful smile, saying, "Thanks, man"

After school, Denki convinces half of his class to come and watch you perform on the streets. They walk for a few minutes until they hear a beautiful melody echoing off the walls of the buildings. "That's them!" Denki exclaims with excitement. The class gathers in front of you, watching as you close your eyes and let the music flow through your body. The song fills the air, and you can sense the presence of more people around you, which only fuels your performance. Your fingers dance swiftly and effortlessly on the strings, and as the song nears its end, you can't help but smile at the gasps of awe from the crowd. Many people play the violin, but you've been told that you possess a special talent.

You stood out from the rest, even though you never quite understood why. But that didn't stop you from giving it your all, as if every performance could be your last. As the applause filled the air, you opened your eyes and bowed, acknowledging the small crowd and the passersby.

Your gaze shifted to the people who approached and dropped money into your jar, offering them a warm smile. But then, your eyes landed on a familiar face - Denki. "Denki!" you exclaimed, handing your violin to your manager before rushing over to him. He welcomed you with open arms, and you embraced him tightly. It had been a few days since you last saw each other, with his school life and your work life keeping you apart.

"You came," you sighed happily.

"Of course I would. You know I always try to make it to your performances," he replied, releasing you from the hug. You couldn't help but smile, but then you noticed the curious onlookers around you. "You guys must be class 1-A! I've heard so much about you all. It's nice to finally meet you," you said, extending a friendly smile.

"Wish we could say the same, but we didn't even know you existed until today," Kirishima admitted, scratching the back of his head.

"Nuh-uh, I've been talking about Y/n for a month or two. Not my fault you guys don't trust me," Denki chimed in, rolling his eyes as he stood by your side.

"Momo, it's great to see you again," you said, spotting the tall girl and pulling her into a hug. Momo returned the embrace with a smile. "Likewise, Y/n. Why didn't you tell me you were dating my classmate?"

You shrugged. "It must have slipped my mind. You know, these past few months, I've been stuck at the studio."

Mina slumped in defeat, resting her head on Sero's shoulder. "I can't believe Denki found someone before me," she sighed. Bakugo, with his usual brashness, questioned, "How did you even meet that idiot, Dunce Face? Did he bribe you or something?" You turned your head towards Bakugo, the ashy blonde guy Denki had mentioned before. "Well, Bakugo, he didn't pay me. Denki would always come to my busking performances after school. He would watch me play and I couldn't resist his smile," you playfully nudged a blushing Denki.

"After each performance, he would treat me to boba, especially taro since he knows I love it. We would hang out and talk until we felt like it," you explained.

"Wow, Denki, I never knew you were such a romantic," Uraraka giggled at the shy boy, who hid his face from his classmates. "It's really sweet," Momo added. "That's what I love about him. No matter how busy we are, he always makes time for us," you smiled fondly.

Mina couldn't hold back her tears any longer and burst into sobs. She hugged Momo tightly, crying her heart out. "When did you become such a man?" she sobbed. Momo comforted her and said, "Excuse us. We'll see you soon, Y/n. Feel free to come over anytime." With a smile, Momo walked away with a crying Mina. "Yes, please come to the dorms. We'd love to get to know you," Kirishima said, giving you a friendly pat before he and the others bid their goodbyes and walked away.

"Did they really not believe you?" you playfully asked Denki. Denki glanced at you and burst into laughter. "I swear, they didn't! I was about to give up today, but then I thought of bringing them to meet you." You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips, and gently cupped Denki's face, planting a tender kiss on his lips. "Mm, I could never get enough of your kisses, bubs," he said, smiling warmly in your embrace. "Well, I still have a few more songs to perform before I have to leave. Would you like to stay?" you asked, walking back to your manager who handed you your violin. Denki grinned and replied, "You already know the answer to that. I'll go get us some boba."

"I love your way of thinking, Denks."

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trans-cuchulainn · 11 months

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i had a friend who got a massive book deal, translated into 12 languages or something right off the bat, huge publicity campaign, etc. and we weren't very close friends, just online acquaintances via a particular community, and she'd been inactive there for a while due to being busy, so there was no, like, regular contact between us. which meant for several months i had this kind of festering jealousy, but i did my best never to show it, because we were acquaintances if not friends, and that would be mean, i was supposed to be happy for her. i just... didn't have enough personal associations to disrupt those feelings, you know?

and then when the book came out, she was doing an event fairly near me, at a bookshop i had been looking for an excuse to visit. (it was far enough away that it required a specific journey.) she normally lived in another country but her publisher had arranged this uk tour, because, big book deal, meaning it was a rare chance for us to meet. so i went along, planning how i would introduce myself: "hey, i used to be in that group chat with you, not sure if you remember..." she would not, i thought, remember me or recognise me without context, and this was going to be embarrassing, but i would power through

the event, when i got there, was actually pretty small. i sat myself in the front row because it made it easier to prop my cane up in front of me without getting in anyone's way, and waited

and she walked in. and she saw me. and she went "oh my god! néide, is that you?" and, ignoring that she was meant to be starting the event, came over and hugged me. "how are you? i had no idea you'd be here, this is so cool!", genuinely curious, genuinely happy to see me to the point of throwing off the professional author persona entirely, apparently genuinely thrilled that i had come at all. after the event, we chatted for a while and took pictures together for me to send to the group chat and all of that, holding up the whole signing line until i eventually pointed out she should probably talk to someone else and ducked out

and you know what? while i still feel a level of professional jealousy (which i think is natural when you work in a similar/adjacent field to someone), on a personal level, the resentment is GONE. because she was kind. because she put our acquaintanceship above the event for one minute and treated me like a friend even though we hadn't chatted in months. i have had acquaintances who left everyone else for dust when they found success, but it was wrong of me to assume this friend would do that without any evidence of it, and she proved that to me in a moment

i don't have a moral here, this is just an anecdote that i think about sometimes. it's hard when you have successful friends but it taught me that if i am ever in the position of being the successful friend, i want to be the one who makes them think "oh but they're so kind, though, i legit can't resent them" and not the one who prompts a "wow well they pissed off as soon as they made it, didn't they? fuck them then". i can't guarantee to recognise my internet friends on sight because i am faceblind as fuck but. i want to be the one who takes time for the people i care about, no matter what else is going on

and. yeah. i can hold a grudge like nobody's business but i can also hold whatever the positive equivalent of a grudge is. "that person was nice to me once when i was feeling insecure and i have never, ever forgotten it" can be just as powerful, sometimes, as "that person was a bitch to me and I never forgave them"

so, i want to be the kind of person people hold positive grudges about

#be more kind #personal

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mooifyourecows · 4 months

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What typically gives you inspiration to write your stories? How do they become fully developed concepts after you gat hit with inspiration?

I'll get inspiration from anything tbh. Dreams, videogames, movies, tv shows, books, other fics, songs, something i saw at the grocery store, etc. Sometimes I just have a character or relationship dynamic that i want to write and build around that.

I'll think up a new story idea almost every other week. Not all of them become something though lol some of them are just a flash in a pan idea that i quickly forget about/abandon because i just can't really sink my teeth into it, you know?

When i do have an idea that i want to pursue, it slowly grows into fully developed concepts over the course of weeks or months. I keep notes in my phone and add to them when ideas come to me. Eventually, when the story is starting to hold water, I'll make a playlist for it because having that musical connection really helps me develop even more of the story/character/mood. I've changed whole story ideas because the playlist i put together had a different vibe from my original plan haha it's VERY vital to my creation process. which is why everyone should listen to my story playlists because THEY'RE IMPORTANT AND REALLY DRIVE HOME THE VIBE! (ehhh some of them are more important than others. some are mostly for my own benefit, having certain music playing while i'm writing to keep the mood/voice)(but still)(pls like my playlists, i put a lot of effort into them)

I'm not the type of writer who can get an idea and then just write it. (if those types of writers even exist. do they exist?) I really take my time planning stuff out. I have several stories/story ideas that I've been consistently thinking up and jotting down notes on for literal years. I think of a lot of really great stuff when i give myself the time to do it. And I'd miss out on absolute gold if I just sat down and wrote them the instant I had enough to make a story.

Some stories do grab me immediately though. Like recently I got an idea for a new DaiSuga fic and I've very excitedly spat out 12k words in the past two-ish weeks. In cases like this, the story just fleshes itself out so perfectly that I can't help but get it out of my head. I might hit a block on it soon and have to put it on the backburner until I figure out a way around it, but for now, I'm just putting whatever I can onto the page, regardless of how good it is.

And a lot of the time, it's garbage, you know? I just write total trash. Boring dialogue, zero description, scenes that cut off in the middle because I don't know how to progress to the next one, etc. Most of my stories are in this horrible Pre-Frankenstein state where it's just pieces and parts I have to figure out how to sew together and shoot some life into them so they move the way I want them to. And sometimes that takes a long time to accomplish, so they just kinda sit in my wip folder, waiting for me to get the sudden motivation to dust them off and fix them up. (or on occasion, restart from page one)

I'm really not super organized or professional or anything. I just think things and I write them down so I don't forget. Somehow they manage to fit together into something people want to read. It helps that I'm constantly watching movies/TV or reading. Once you get a really good feel of how stories of all different genres work, you can make your own. And I can't really say for sure how good of a writer I am, I definitely don't think I'm on the same level as a lot of writers that I've read, both in fandom and in original fiction. I can see how my vocabulary, grammar, description, etc doesn't hold up to those people. But if there's one thing I know I can do, and feel confident in my ability to do, it's telling a story.

I may not be able to describe a setting but boy howdy can I tell a story 🫵

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imeternallylove · 2 years

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My girl and papa bear - S.Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: mid angst, end with fluff

words: 1.7k

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Everything happened on some Friday, in her own kitchen, at her own house. Y/N was unsure since it had been too long.

Y/N has candles, a bottle of wine, and a prepared talk. She'll be waiting in the living room when Stephen gets home from work that evening. He appears to be cognizant of what is about to happen and attempts to pretend that this was not. He speaks to her as if nothing is wrong and complements her on the dinner she prepared, all while avoiding asking what this occasion is.

Y/N, again. She assures herself that Strange is just being Strange and that everything will be OK once she takes everything out into the open. She'd begun to tell him when they have done eating, but he has already started to wash the plates.

Truly. She had never imagined the doctor being that tense. Stephen is not nervous, he's just being Stephen Vincent Strange. A man who is unshakeable, unflappable, and unintimidated. He's never caught off guard. And then the battle starts bickering over the issue in her ears. One claims he really doesn't know what's going on and doesn't want to presume something that isn't true. But the careful one claims that he is constantly aware of what is going on.

She approaches the kitchen, where Stephen is drying the last of the dishes.

"I love you," Y/N says securely.

There is nowhere Stephen can go, and he can't pretend that Y/N hasn't just stated something really important. "I-" He's hoping that Y/N's chatty personality will kick in and she'll start rambling, giving him time to ponder.

She remains silent, her gaze fixed on his, refusing to back away.

"I love you too, but…" He can't really say it. Y/N is the nicest thing that has ever happened to him, and he knows he's flirted, but what? Y/N flirts with everyone. He never expected she'd take him literally.

Y/N doesn't let him finish his sentence. He notices a flicker of pain in her eyes, which she swiftly covers up with a perfectly blank smile.

He has hurt her.

Stephen blames himself inside and wishes he could go to her and fix the pain he's caused, but he's just forfeited that privilege. The neurosurgeon knows he could never touch her again. No more hugs or kisses on the cheek. Most likely, he's recently lost his job as the siren coffee delivery guy every morning for her.

She'll be calm, professional, and in any other worst-case situation conceivable after the OR, ER, office, or elsewhere she undoubtedly met him.

Y/N doesn't really remind him that it is his loss or that he will regret his decision. As Stephen eventually takes up his jacket and heads to the door she usually leaves unlocked for him, she said nothing.

A million possible zingers ran through his mind, but all he could do was disregard them all, walking out of her house with the ruinous pride she had left in him.

She should have expected it to come to this.

Strange has been waiting for her car for an hour, trying to talk with her. Y/N sighs heavily but accepts to let him follow her home.

His explanation begins with how important her friendship is to him and how the last few months without her have changed him into the kind of sorrowful, wretched mess that none of his unstable could have imagined in their wildest dreams.

If that feeling of he could be insanity to watching you ignore him all the time isn't loving, Stephen doesn't know what is.

He clearly shows her he loves her and then repeats it once more for good measure. He repeats himself because she doesn't respond.

"Y/N, I-"

"I gave you everything I had," Y/N says flatly. "And when you said no, your reaction told me no. So now I'm saying no." She walks into her bedroom and shuts the door without waiting for him to respond.

It paid back a ton of how he was cruel to her.

Y/N can't bear the thought of throwing away that annoying face.

Strange actually bought a cinnamon roll with coffee the following day, only to find Y/N after ER a few hours later, although it was late.

He waited patiently by her car one night before she can express her boredom as she should.

"I'm an idiot," he admits to Y/N. His dreams about her had always been of them sitting and talking, and he assumed it was friendship, but underneath it, all was the kind of love that forever relationships are built on.

"I love you, Y/N."

And that if she changes her mind, his heart is entirely hers.

She lays down in her driver’s seat, not sure why the tiny roll could satisfy her hunger without the dinner she had planned.

However all the way home. Her long-gone shy smile, the florid arose, fastening it on hers as she chewed the idiot doctor's cinnamon roll.

It's probably a few months after his confession by her car that night. Y/N's eyes glitter at a level he hasn't seen in over a year, and when she sends him her results after his surgeries, all she asks is where her coffee is.

After ten minutes, Stephen remains in his scrubs, pushes the plastic cup into her palm, and she grins slightly in response.

Now, the next time he needs the improved result of her charm, he gets coffee ready, and she offers him a report. It's not the dramatic performance he used to enjoy, but it's better than the intensity of her face he's been receiving for the last year.

She was unaware of his family's traumatic experience in his life.

"Here's my family," Stephen says with a sigh as she discerns visually the three names on the gravestones. "Beverly, Eugene, and Donna are all gone." He's speechless as he moves his hand to the grave with his flower bouquet. "They're just…"

Her eyes welled up with tears right away. "It's okay," Y/N murmured, grabbing his free hand without any hesitation. To her amazement, he presses his palm against hers and silently leans his head to the headstone.

Stephen bends down, holding her secure hand, and drops the flowers on the large grave's white frigid cement.

Y/N calmly removes her hand and steps away from him a bit to slide her hand onto his middle, to keep him in her embrace.

It was his childhood sorrow, but as her delicate touch strokes his back right now, or shedding his watery weakness away, Strange believes it really has lightened his soul to have Y/N by his side.

It takes time, little by little. But by the time Christmas rolls around, it melts their heart and takes their breath away.

Y/N gives him a new watch, and he sends her a shiny gold necklace. She spends her weekends away at her parents' house, and when she returns, they spend a whole weekend snuggled together, talking, and catching up on practically everything they missed.

"So… what are your wishes for next year?" Y/N's softened tone burst and contrast the peace in a half minute as the new year approached.

Strange's fingers ran up the corners of her cheek, his eyes down as shiny as hers. Stayed in that close proximity, his nose brushing her, his warm breath powerful enough to knock her knee down, and his baritone voice worthy of melting her world. "To get you to fall for me once more, yours?"

He studies her face, and the moment she responds one bit, he brings her closely, until could seal their lips together. It begins with a tentative clinging and gradually presses the gravity of the love affair. He kisses her as if he'll die if he stops.

"So glad you achieved your wishes by now."

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear her voice since there was a countdown and fireworks began exploding in the heavenly sphere, all of which changed the background noise on the hospital rooftop, drowning out the most beautiful voice that he craved from her.

January carries a slew of horrible press inside the hospital, causing the brain to send a Y/N trigger and shift to Stephen. He stayed with her and securely placed an arm around her when the patient's case was too much for her to bear.

For Valentine's Day, Y/N tends her tradition of delivering out valentines complete with a Hershey's Kiss to everybody who walks through her door, including him.

"I'd prefer a real one, you know. But this will work just fine." He asserts it with one of his trademark winks. It's their first publicly flirtatious remark since Y/N's declaration.

"Well," she stands on her tiptoes and plants a brief pecking kiss on his cheek, thought out many people around the hallway.

Her lips lightly press his cheek, so fast that he couldn't capture his guard by your sweetest strike, Strange's eyes blinking repeatedly, unsure if he's just hallucinating.

"There you have it. Where has my mermaid coffee?"

"Your office with lunch, and yeah. What’s bout my surcharge?" His head tilts teasingly, eyes squint. While her chuckles and eyes vary rapidly in brightness.

"All right, I'll refund."

"Sorry, not the money." And with that, he returned her kisses slowly and carefully on her lips.

Y/N wishes that as she turns over with her clipboard and crossed arms across her chest, she leaves him with a broad smile like a nutcase as he follows her stride. She wishes, that he will eventually realize that his wish has come true, already.

After a half-year, Stephen began calling her "my girl," while Y/N refers to him as "papa bear."

When Strange's penthouse is being renovated to welcome Y/N's arrival, they sleep together. Yes, he begs her to move in with him, and Y/N does not refuse his pleas.

Just sleep, despite the fact that the other meaning of the phrase had come later. They spend some quality short time and talk about whatever comes to mind.

Her papa bear kept saying "I love you," as if he was trying to make up for what he's been missed. Everything their sharing, it's like everything that should have been before, and it was one of the things Strange despised for not admitting to his heart sooner.

The world fades away behind them while they lay intertwined in her bed until everything that lingers is Stephen Strange and Y/N Y/L/N.

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miniimapp · 1 year

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4*TOWN High School AU - Theatre Club (Aaron T Edition)

Gen ;; fluff - headcanons

Warnings ;; none

Proofread + Edited ;; nope lol

Auth. Note ;; after months (??) of work, struggle, my blood, sweat and tears, i'm finally gonna get these motherfuckers out and i'm so glad

i wrote this literally last year and my style has changed a lil so spot the difference ig ??

enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - Hi, I'm Aaron T and I'm Your Freestyle Dance Teacher

When you'd heard about the school play you weren't all that bothered

It's cool that the arts department have the budget but you weren't too fussed either way

Until, of course, you were dragged into it

One of your friends really wanted to do the play but refused to audition without someone there with her

You didn't want to audition

The compromise was that you joined the stage crew instead

So here you are

Living your best life, truly

You're hoping if you repeat it enough you'll end up believing it

As a stage hand your main responsibilities are operating the moving scenery and rigging the fly system.

When you aren't doing either you start hovering, waiting for someone to give you a job

In the months of rehearsals and tech runs you'd come to realise that these theatre kids aren't the worst to be around

When they aren't obnoxiously screaming Les Mis or Be More Chill at the top of their lungs out of nowhere that is

But everyone has their flaws, you can't exactly blame them for theirs

In fact, you get along well with most of the cast - you'd expected them to be less respectful towards you but you were pleasantly surprised

Your responsibilities as a stagehand consequently mean you spend a lot of time with the people you rig up to the fly system

Including one Mr. Aaron T

Who you had not been expecting to see once tech rehearsals started but oh well, you're not exactly complaining

His entrance into another part of your life caught you off guard, in more ways than one

You see when you first saw him in rehearsals he was doing aerials, flips and handsprings like there was no tomorrow

You'd honestly been anticipating that there wouldn't be a tomorrow for him if he kept up those tricks

Luckily you've come to realise by now that he's basically a professional

A professional at giving you heart attacks

And so you're not too concerned anymore

Lies !! You still tense up whenever you see him do a trick

T finally noticed your existence when he came to you to get rigged up

Because of course he would be the one zooming around in the air doing cartwheels and somersaults

And his reaction to seeing you ??

Most of the cast and crew would argue it was more dramatic than most of the scenes in the actual show

You were just preparing the rigging system for when T arrived and out of nowhere you just hear someone yelling your name

You turn around, mildly concerned and majorly surprised, and find T standing there with the biggest grin you've ever seen

Mans literally runs over to you, flitting around you like an overexcited hummingbird as hyped up ramble spills from his mouth

Lord give you strength and all that because this ??

You did not sign up for this

And while you pretend to be annoyed by his antics you can't help but feel grateful for them too

T is a break in an otherwise stressful job

The director had been especially hard on you and the others working alongside you who operate the fly system

You understand why, obviously, but that doesn't make the pressure any easier to bear

Luckily not many people need to be rigged up to the fly system, 2 or 3 if everyone is present during rehearsals

Moving scenery, while used more than the fly system, is also not incredibly prominent so there's a lot of times that you're waiting around unless you're needed for a job

Time that you spend watching the cast performing and mimicking the dances with your fellow stagehands behind the wings on the opposite side of the stage

T makes sure to note this and comes to keep you company whenever he can

But he can't pretend he doesn't enjoy watching you dance and goof around when you can

While T is more versed in the acrobatic parts of the dances he is still fairly good at the parts the rest of the cast perform while he does his routine

Being one of few doing the acrobatics routines he first learned the parts of the dance that the rest of the cast learn so that if anything goes wrong he can default back to that

Given T has this knowledge he can't help but employ it when he spots you fumbling the moves for what must be the hundredth time

T decides to take matters into his own hands and speaks up the next time he notices you dancing alone

You very nearly jumped out of your skin when T started talking behind you as you attempted a step-ball-change in the small space you had in the wings

You whirled around, ready to start whisper-shouting at him for scaring the living daylights out of you, when he offered to teach you the real moves

Sorry what ??

No, no, no.

No because you only started doing this whole dancing thing to pass the time

It's just a stupid little thing really !!

It's not that you're secretly worried T's going to start making fun of you even though you know that logically he'd never do that

"Don't worry about it if not, I totally get it if you don't wanna! Just thought it'd be even more fun to teach you the moves so we can pretend we're on stage too, y'know?"

T's grin somehow gets impossibly wider as he hypes himself up and gets lost in a daydream of his

"Like, we'd close our eyes and pretend we're dancing on a cloud or, or we're performing to a huge audience or if that's not really your thing we could be like tiny little fairies dancing on mushrooms and flowers like in those Tinker Bell movies, have you seen those by the way I think they're actually pretty good!"

You feel like you're getting whiplash as you listen to his rant, trying your best to keep up

What T's saying makes sense though, underneath all of the waffle you understand what he means

...at least you think you do

So that's how your "dance lessons" (as T so lovingly calls them) begin

And surprise surprise you find yourself having a lot of fun doing them

Soon enough it's not just the moves you're learning but you're also figuring out more about T as well

You knew each other before this, you've sat next to each other, you've talked, he's borrowed your things, you've both embarrassed yourselves but now you feel like you're really growing close to each other

He's quickly becoming one of your favourite people, whispering silly little secrets in your ear, twirling you around

T laughs freely when you whisper sarcastic comments back as you twirl him in return

Soon the "dance lessons" become more just you two dancing in the wings

Slow dances full of twirls and spins, overly-dramatic box steps, random waltzing and accidentally stepping on each others toes peppered with healthy doses of laughter and whispers

(Omg this is the sappiest shit I've ever written,, my teeth are rotting help)

Obviously, T doesn't know the dances to every song and not every song has a dance anyway so when it comes to numbers that T doesn't participate in things get a bit more...chaotic

Like,, a lot more

I'm talking dramatic lip syncing, down on his knees during every emotional song

Mans is as over-the-top as possible hoping he can draw a laugh from you

And it works !!

So y'know, can't blame him for the dramatics tbh

Somewhere along the way T learns the words to most, if not all, of the songs

He definitely serenades you as you two dance

T savours any reaction he can bring out of you, but his favourite is making you laugh or smile

He swears that you glow brighter than the stage lights when you let yourself feel freely

T pulls you close and sings into your ear, his voice rich and smooth, a heavenly melody for only you to hear

#4town #4town headcanons #4*town #4town aaron t #4town x reader #4*town aaron t x reader #4town aaron t x reader #turning red 4town #turning red

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purplekoop · 5 months

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Hey! So uh! Update on what's been going on and why I've been relatively inactive for longer than I implied I would.

So around this time last year, I realized my laptop's battery was uh. Very warped and big. A state it'd been in for several months at that point actually. It wasn't until I mentioned it to my partner and they said "hey uh. that's extremely dangerous" that I realized the big swelling in my electronic device was not good. So for a period of about 2 months, I had to not use my laptop while I was waiting for a new battery.

Luck of the holidays, while I was using it during some downtime while staying at my partner's place last week, the fans started to make a jarring new noise during intense operation (as in. Playing Minecraft). It was fine only two days prior, so I don't know what broke the camel's back.

Being cautious after last year's fun times, I don't want to push it much further than bare minimum operations to avoid any potential major damage. I haven't got it checked out by a professional (or any more tech-savvy family friends who I trust more and don't charge extra), so I don't know what the exact issue is, or if it's a serious risk and not just a sign of this laptop being old. Opening just about any game will cause the loud fans to go off, as does using my second monitor while running even just discord and a couple chrome tabs. While typing this post using my laptop, the fans made the jarring noise very briefly before calming back down.

So... am I just gonna be without a computer capable of safely doing anything until I get a replacement part again? No, because I don't think this laptop is worth maintaining when it's liable to just have another problem next december, if not sooner. It's a hell of a machine, don't get me wrong. It's handled a lot more than most laptops have, running every game I've thrown at it pretty damn well, but the tendency for some new problem to happen every now and then makes me wary of trying to keep it going for everything I need out of it for much longer.

Does that mean I need a brand new computer then? Well as a wise rat once said: Yes. and, No.

Good news: my dad had another PC lying around, this one a desktop tower that my mom swears is a beast on par with the laptop, and because my dad isn't uh... up to much these days, I'm free to take this one too.

Bad news: it doesn't work. My mom and I tested it the other day, and we can't get it to power on.

Still, it's certainly gonna be a lot cheaper to get that operational than to get a brand new PC, with aforementioned family friends likely able to help. Unfortunately (for me specifically at least), it's still the holiday break, so my mom will be in and out of town until the second week of the new year, and I imagine those friends have things they'd rather be doing as well in their time off.

What does that mean for me here? Well, if my laptop can behave like it has been since I started writing this, I think I can manage to type out more long stuff like this. I can't do the same on my phone, since while I'm a rather speedy typer on my keyboard, phone typing is pretty cumbersome for me, so I imagine a long post there might be grating. That means I can likely do a few more Role Requeues in the coming days, get back to work on my War Bots notes, and maybe even some other long-form posts I've been wanting to do. Things I Love #3 may be a multi-parter with a... somewhat similar premise to someone else's ongoing series. I'm not sure if I wanna totally rip off this unnamed mutual's format of going episode by episode, or if I wanna make it a spoiler-free overview more like the Brave and the Bold and Doremi posts. With those shows I tried to make the posts a more open-ended general pitch and go over the overall high points, which felt appropriate for those shows. With Batman the show is simple and relatively formulaic, so going over the broad strokes was more efficient than going "And then Batman teams up with this goofy obscure character" 60 times. Doremi meanwhile is the opposite, that show has so much I could talk about but I really really enjoyed going into the show blind and so I tried to convince people to watch it accordingly. If I get a chance I'd love to do a full video series going over the whole show, but considering that's a 200 episode deal, on top of me never doing a video of any scope grander than an on-stream Terraria playthrough... don't expect that soon.

On the note of videos though, that's the main thing that's gonna be on hiatus: streams. If this laptop wheezes once or twice when it's running a chrome tab with discord in the background, then I don't think you'd be able to hear my voice over the chainsaw fans with a full stream setup. A few more personal things might be on hold too, or at least will require alternate setups, but those are private discussions to be had.

In the meantime, don't worry too much about me being bored. It sucks I won't be able to do much on my laptop and thus don't have access to any games on there, but on the bright side this is a great time for me to be doing just about anything else. Got 4 switch games (between me and my sibling anyways, and they don't mind sharing) and over 100 episodes of neetle teetles (2012) from the holidays to keep me busy, plus I can use the time to do art or something if I need another option for variety.

But yeah, that's the update explaining things. I've been restricted to tumblr on my phone and if I had to type a whole real post on that thing I think I'd rather use the phone to bludgeon myself with, so I've just been reblogging stuff. Not sure when I'll be back to full-steam activity again, hoping it's soon but not expecting much for another week minimum.

But that said, I hope y'all have enjoyed the holiday times, and if I don't say it again later, that you have a happy start to the new year!

#long post

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xheolsoo · 2 years

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Enhypen when you're on your period

Hi so this is my first FF so don't expect it to be SO amazing lmao 😭😭

Pairing: enha x fem! reader

Genre: fluff !!

Warnings: no warnings!! Just a lot of cliche lovey dovey scenes and my horrible humor

Lee heehee

Heeseung comes home after a long day of work, ringing the doorbell in hopes that you answer. Surprisingly you don't. He wonders why because you usually open the door immediately after you hear the doorbell and hug him tightly, but you didnt this time. Hee had one idea why you didn't, and opened the door with the spare key he had. Removing his shoes and keeping all the stuff away, he walks to your bedroom and looks at the door of the bathroom- and heard a groan of frustration. He knocked on the door of the bathroom gently. "Hey baby I'm home. Are you okay?" He asked, with a gentle voice. "Yeah i am, it's just.. that time of the month again." You answer casually. He nodded immediately, knowing his thought was right. "Take time to wash up okay? I'll order your favourite food. I don't think you should cook today." He said from the other side of the door." You hummed in response.

Heeseung sat on the bed as he ordered your favourite meal and waited for you. He watched as you opened the door, massaging your cramped stomach. You notice your boyfriend sitting on the bed looking at you. He tapped his lap, and you knew what it meant. You went over and laid down comfortably on his lap as he started to massage your stomach lightly to help with your cramps. He always did this on your first few days because that's when it hurt most, and he's a professional now. You smile in comfort as you feel so lucky to have a man like him as your boyfriend. "I love you so much hee." "I love you just as more y/n."

park jay

It was your second day as you come out of your room into the living room, feeling like shit. You look around for your beloved boyfriend as you smell somethting from the kitchen. Of course he's there. The kitchen is practically his second girlfriend.

You make your way to the kitchen to see jay moving around, taking stuff from the cupboards and mixing it into the pan. You stand on the side as you watch him make dinner. He looks at you and smiles, giving a small peck on your forehead. "How are you feeling?" You shrugged. "I don't know, the cramps are just in love with me this time. Won't leave me at all." Jay chuckled. "That's stupid, nothing can love you as much as I will. I made dinner by the way. Let's hope it eases the cramps." You nod with a smile. Apart from jay, your next favourite thing in the world was his food. Everything he made was just amazing and savoury, and he always makes sure to "pour his love for you" into it which was his "most special ingredient". After you both set the table and started eating, Jay looked at you. "After dinner want to cuddle and binge watch any show you want?" You look at him and hold his hand. "I think i want to focus on you more than the show." He chuckles. "Has anyone ever told you you're absolutely adorable." "Yeah you always do." "It's true.."

Sim JekJek

"just because you have your period it doesn't mean you can have layla all to yourself."

Jake was standing on the side of the bed, staring at you hugging his dog, who kept her head on your stomach as you played with her fur. "Well maybe if you had given me attention when i first told you instead of talking on the phone and shoving me off." You said, not making eye contact with him as you kept your focus on Layla's soft fur. "I- Y/n i was on the phone with Sunghoon i can't just ignore him." He said with a high pitched tone. "At least let me get in the cuddle too baby.." he says, coming closer to you. Your heartbeat was loud as he was just a few inches away from your face, and he looked like he was about to kiss you. You were ready for it until he moved down and kissed Layla's nose. "You like your mom more now huh?" Layla just stared at him. You got annoyed because he just teased you like that. "Now I'm really not going to talk to you. Why the fu-" you couldn't complete the swear word as your lips met Jakes immediately. He pulled away and looked at your blushing face chuckling. "I'll never forget you love. Now can i also sit and cuddle please?" "Yeah get in here." You say, stretching out your arms for jake to come in. He wrapped his arms around you and Layla was lying on both of your bodies now.

Park hoonie

He had no idea that you were on your period until you said it straightforward to him. "I thought it wasn't supposed to start for 2 weeks..." "Hoonie are you keeping track of my period cycle?" "Uh yeah i am.."

You chuckle. He's so oblivious to when you have your period but he still keeps track of your cycle. How adorable. "Do you need anything? I don't see any more pads in the cupboard." He asked, looking at the cupboards. You shake your head. "Yeah i used up the last one today. I need to go to the store." Sunghoon shook his head and grabbed his car keys. "I'm driving you there love. How can you walk with such bad cramps?" As he opens the door and makes his way to the car, you sob a little. How the hell did you even land a guy like him? "I did something amazing in my past life.. God blessed me with this man. Amen." You mutter as you put on your shoes and make your way to the car. At the store, you're seen standing there as hoon looks at you and then the pads and chooses the exact ones you always use on everyday. "You need these on the first 3 days... And these small ones for the last because it's a light flow.." you were astonished to see him know about your daily flow so much. He wasn't even embarassed when he caught other women staring at him buying pads when his girlfriend is right next to him. "What? Never seen a dude buy pads for his girlfriend?" He asked them, and then looked at you, who was still crying from how much of a miracle you landed up dating. Although it did get awkward when the male cashier was there, checking sunghoon as he handed the pads. And this time, he was shy. You both were quiet during the car ride, but the moment you got home, Sunghoon took you by the hand and dragged you to the sofa, hugging you tightly. "Are you proud of me for knowing you so well?" He asked you with a smile. You felt like bursting out of wholesomeness so you kissed him in hopes of him getting his answer, and he did.

Kim sunshine

This guy goes on a full panic mode. You having your period is like a volcano erupted near somewhere. "WHEN DID IT START DO YOU NEED ANYTHING JUST TELL ME EXACTLY CAUSE I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW THIS WORKS AND STUFF AND- oh mygod i wish i was a girl i would have known this stuff so easily- y/n are you okay with dating a girl if i was one oh my god please tell me i want to date you." "What?"

You love sunoo. You think he's extremely adorable face and personality wise. And you find it adorable especially when he comes to know about your period. He has 0 idea about what girls need during it and always asks you if you need anything and absolutely spoils you, but he also spouts the most random stuff when he panics, like he just did. "Sunoo, all i want right now is you with me, okay? Please stop panicking like you always do. I won't die." You say, cupping his cheeks and kissing his nose. He puts his face on the side of your neck, resting there as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into a hug. "Fine.. I'm sorry for not knowing how to help much during your period though. I know it's not a good day to have those." You shake your head. "Please don't be sorry. You always help and you're always here for me. I'm so thankful to have you." You say, liking the hugging position you 2 are in.

"oh and to answer your question.. yeah I'd date you if you were a girl. 100%." "That's gay y/n" "hmph shut up..." "Hahaha..."

Yang leader-nim

He knew you were on your period immediately when you got up and ran to the bathroom and opening the cupboard, right in the middle of the new movie that you wanted to watch so much. He paused the movie and went in the bedroom, standing out the door, knowing he will have to help in some way. "Wonnie are you-" "yeah here's an extra pad." He said, opening the door slightly and tilting his head away to make sure he's not looking at you. "Thanks baby." You say, taking the pad and closing the door again. Jungwon smiles, loving that he knows exactly what you need when your period starts. You walk out, wearing jungwons hoodie in hopes of surprising him, and don't see jungwon in the room anymore. You storm out of the room to see if he started the movie without you, but hears a rattle of bottles moving in the kitchen. You look in to see jungwon holding a bottle and pouring a juice in it. He sees you and walks to you, giving the bottle in your hands. "My mom made me learn this recipe so that i could give it to my sister whenever she has her periods. Its really good for the cramps, and i made it for you even after not making it for ages." You smile at how adorable he is, and he made you something to ease your pain. You just simply pull him into a hug, and he hugs you back, his one hand clutching your waist and the other stroking your hair. After a few seconds of silence, jungwon spoke up. "Bunny, that's my hoodie that i lost right?" "Oh yeah about that.. you didn't really loose it.. i may or may no-" "I'm gonna stop you there, because you look adorable in it, so you can wear it forever." "Heh...."

Riki jackson

"now you're sure about this?" "Of course I am, are you a pussy that you're asking me Riki?" "No?!?"

You and your boyfriend bicker silently at 2 am after you woke him up saying you wanted to go out of the dorms, as your period started and lying in bed was giving you serious discomfort. It was a very sudden incident; Riki had called you over to the dorms bc his members wanted to meet you and asked you to stay because neither have you have talked in person for a long time, but your period had decided to be a late night guest.

His members were asleep in the other dorms and if either of you woke them up, you're as good as dead. He silently opened the door and looked around. No one in sight. He turned around to look at you, giving you a signal. Seeing that, you got up and wore a jacket, and the 2 of you sneaked out of the dorms. While outside, he held your hand while you walked. You held his hand tighter, intertwining your fingers with his, as you have wanted to hold his hand for the longest time. Riki was looking at you adoringly. "You became prettier since the last time i saw you." You smiled at his compliment. Being young teens, neither of you were that good at relationships, but you both always make the other feel like the best person on the planet. Riki saw an ice cream store nearby. "Wanna go get some? Let's hope something cold and sweet will reduce those first day cramps." Agreeing with him, you both go to the ice cream seller and get your favourite flavours. While sitting on the bench nearby, you both talk to each other on current life, families, how they miss each other, and a lot more. You soon feel sleepy, and Riki was scrolling on his phone, and didn't notice you yawn multiple times. He only got his eyes off the screen when he felt something fall on his shoulder. Looking down he sees your sleeping head resting peacefully on his shoulder. He smiles a bit, and adjusts himself to make you sleep more comfortable, placing his jacket on your body to warm you up. He places his head on top of yours, also resting peacefully. It was a perfect night.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #kpop imagines #enhypen au #enhypen x you #enhypen jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen ni-ki

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