#so i'm sorry they didn't come out like that i guess

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Hi , can you do one fic where Spencer and the reader who has to go under cover as a stripper and Spencer gets jealous when she gives the unsub a lap dance. Sorry if it's too much trouble

Purple Silk and Laces

Spencer Reid x bau!reader

Warning: NOT SMUT (sorry to disappoint) sexual innuendos so we cool, I guess, but still MDNI!!! lap dance (duh) on the UnSub. curses. a pinch of mental feminine rage honestly lol. jealous!spencer (double duh). tell me if I missed anything because I didn't proofread! A/N: part of me had a cardiac arrest and died writing this because sflkjnwjkfbwrijgbf got me giggling and shit. I imagined season 7 Spencer. Anyway, I'm not sure if I depicted what anon imagined, but tell me your thoughts!

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A flimsy curtain slides to reveal such a sight Spencer never dared imagine, not so much as letting it form in his head—not during work hours anyway.

Pink blush burst all over the skin on his face, neck, and ears. Very much thankful for the distance he's established, or so help his impulse—he just might jump and take you then and there.

Dainty fingers fasten the purple silk belt just above your waist, and the urge to replace your hands with his creates a fuzzy clot in his throat. Twenty-thousand words per minute turn into the shape of you. Each micromovement plucks in his line of sight. You're a prey, and he's a mighty lion—hungry and close to going berserk.

You have always been a beauty. A sight to behold. No doubt about that. In Spencer's mind, you're much more of a goddess than anything he's ever believed in. Something so out of reach yet accessible for him.

But at that moment, in the dressing room, in front of half of the BAU team, you're a lewd image killing him softly with the sake of public decency.

Spencer gulps the imaginary hairball that obstructs the breath from escaping his throat, clenching his fist to contain the blood rushing through his veins. He can't possibly let himself slip and ruin everything over his failure to keep his dick off his shoulders. Much less do something stupid in front of his team and, most importantly, in front of you.

He blinks and crashes down back to earth at the sound of Derek's playful, raunchy whistle. He glares at the hunky agent, gritting his teeth with silent indignance.

"Not trying to be rude, but," Derek starts as his eyes trail from your head to toe, "What's a guy like me got to do to get a chance with a lady like you?" His brows bounce on his forehead. A flirty smirk danced over his face.

With a cheeky smile and a hand reaching for his chin, you lean close to him—somehow both galvanizing and obscene in Spencer's point of view, neither a good feeling— "Kill me." Your lips drop upside down, shoving his face with your palm.

Derek recoils from the force of your hand. The fact that you are a federal agent trained to obliterate murderers comes back into his knowledge. "Least you got the role to a T—" He raises his hands defensively while he shuts his mouth under your dagger glare. He knows better than to try and get another rise out of you when you're already grumpy enough.

Emily coughs a laugh at the interaction as she helps you plug an earpiece inside your ear and tries her best not to cop a feel while she does her best to set up a small microphone between your left breast and an awful excuse of a bra.

Going undercover is nothing new to a seasoned profiler like you. Granted, you're second to the youngest member of the team next to Spencer, but you have your fair share of gut-wrenching trauma. This case is nothing compared to any of them.

Still, you wish it consisted of far more clothing than the patches of laces that barely covered the pout of your nipples and sheathed the crack of your ass. The silky 'robe' the ladies at the establishment called feels more like a slap of cheap toilet paper covering the little dignity you have left.

You make a pact that the UnSub better be down on his knees while you cuff his dirty ass. It certainly sparks your skin with rage, contrary to the blasting AC in the dressing room.

"We'll be on high alert. Remember, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Hotch counsels by the door, standing like an ashamed tree stuck on the floor. He's got a guilty look on his face, and he's been keeping himself from glancing past below your neck.

You won't hold it against him, or Derek—or Spencer in the corner of the room as if you haven't noticed the way his face looks like he's been slapped into oblivion. Anyone who's got a cock (and even a cunt) wouldn't manage the sight of a woman closer to naked than clothed. If Emily was in your position, you don't doubt you'd be jaw-dropped, too.

A grimace adorns your lips, "I'm wearing the littlest lingerie I've ever seen in my entire life, Hotch. I think I'm way past feeling comfortable, don't you think?" You slump on the couch, slipping on the pair of terrifying heels one of the strippers lent you.

"Most likely, the UnSub is impotent, so he might ask you for more than a show and pay you for a lap dance..." The words die in Spencer's throat as your eyes catch his. He hates how the mere look from you makes him twitch on his seat, and he's roughly fifteen feet away—he thinks.

You trace your brows with your thumb and index finger, sighing. After a few moments of questioning the complexity of the case and your situation, you sigh again, louder this time.

"A lap dance wouldn't hurt. I mean, what could go wrong?" Everything. A wry laugh echoes past your lips. It's decided. This case is on top of the worst ones you encountered yet.

Spencer looks away in hopes that no one has noticed him gawking. He really shouldn't be feeling hot and heavy when you're about to show skin in front of a man who's killed five women in six days. Now's not the time.

Derek chuckles, though the undertone of worry and guilt hits the high pitch in your attentive ears. "If only the UnSub preferred abs, I would have taken your place." He's trying to lift up your mood, and you're grateful for it.

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The club lights blind you.

You trace your frame at the beat of the music, taking in the rhythm while keeping your eyes sharp with every move.

Five men already threw their savings at you, whistling and shouting crude comments about your body. You mentally salute all the women who take the job by choice—or circumstances. Because all you wanted to do was hurl your stomach out and shoot each one of those men, execution style.

Like a bright spotlight, your eyes land on one guy at the bar. Spencer. His jaw is tense, and his hold chokes the glass of Shirley Temple in his hand as he watches you with fixed eyes.

A surge of electricity flushes you with goosebumps like the time you stupidly accidentally poked your finger in your car's power outlet while driving. You've never felt so exposed to the way he's staring at you. With a thick gulp, you shift your eyes away from him.

Then, your line of sight falls on a suspicious figure, two drunk perverts away from the stage. You hook your leg and spin around the pole like you've been practicing the trick your entire life.

"My twelve o'clock, blue shirt," You state with your back behind the audience. You ignore the fact that everyone's got a nice view of your ass right now.

Hotch's voice echoes in your ear, "Alright, one of the ladies will replace you in one—"

Kiara, a sweet lady, taps your shoulder with a dramatic show. She runs her hand down your stomach, and the animalistic crowd goes rabidly wild.

"Be careful, please," She reminds you before she shoves you off the stage to steal the show.

In an instant, the man you suspect waits next to the stairs. You aren't sure when he started heading towards you, but he fits the profile like a glove.

He's definitely attractive. Not Spencer Reid attractive, but enough to understand why the victims fell for his charms. You feel giddy at the thought of the doctor but force yourself to focus on the task at hand.

"You danced so well," You fight all your senses from decking the dirty smile off his face and give him a sultry one of your own.

Pressing your body onto his, you play with his collar, "I can give you a better view for a good price." He nods, placing a callused hand on the soft of your back.

Just like the plan, you lead the UnSub to one of the arc leather seats, sitting him down by his thighs as you provocatively fall on your knees, then standing back up with your back resembling a bow.

Crescent temporary scars sting Spencer's palm. The sight is like a sucker punch for him. Your hips swaying, grinding on someone that's not him. The UnSub's hands tracing your figure.

He feels livid. Dizzy of murderous thoughts that an FBI agent should not have. But he does and can't wait to get the green light from Hotch.

Despite the sick feeling in your gut, you did your best to see the task through, making filthy conversation with the UnSub like it's a walk in the park.

"So, any man in your life?"

There it is.

A narcissistic, pitiful man cheated by his lover due to his impotence.

You hide a smirk. "Will you give me a hefty tip if I say yes?" He stays silent, so you flash a mischievous smile before turning back around to grind on his nonexistent bulge. Not like it changes the fact that you're grinding on a killer, but it gives you a tinge of relief.

"He's better off sleeping at night not knowing, and—" In the midst of the flashing lights and heavy crowd, your eyes meet Spencer's. A tickle flutters in your stomach. "It's not like he's any good of use. The guy can't get it up to save his life, which reminds me..." You turn back to face the UnSub, staring at the area of his crotch with an odious giggle, "Does your friend need a little help?'

The UnSub yanks your wrist—bruising. "Don't fucking laugh," He growls at you.

Bullseye.

Strike a nerve.

"Oh, please, don't blame me for your silly problem," You roll your eyes, getting a rise out of him. You hear Hotch instructing you to back away as the team slowly moves in, but you just can't let the anger and disgust go. "Just when I thought I got a hot one—"

Cold metal kisses your skin, and you remember that state you're in. Gunless and almost naked. You mentally curse.

He pins you down on his lap, hovering close to your ear. "One wrong move and I'll fuck you up. You understand?" His breath burns your skin.

The next motions happen so fast you don't get the chance to process the way Spencer almost flew to your spot and snatched you from the UnSub like you're a prize possession in his name.

Guns drawn.

UnSub cuffed.

Blood drools.

Your orientation momentarily comes back at the stinging feeling of disinfectant against the thin slice on your right waist. Then, suddenly, you're on your flight back to Virginia—with more coverage.

Sitting in what is supposed to be a breath of fresh air, the tension between you and Spencer is suffocating the least. He hasn't said anything to you since his random thought about the UnSub's impotence in the dressing room. You figure he's avoiding you, even.

A sigh passes your lips.

You and Spencer have been dating for a while now. It's not on the surface, and surprisingly, despite working with a herd of profilers, no one has sniffed you out yet.

The relationship is very new. A lot of things to figure out between the nature of your relationship, but never has he ignored you the way he's doing right now.

And when you twist the knob open to his apartment, Spencer's not waiting by the door like usual, rummaging through his shelves for a book to read.

You cross your arms against your chest, "Alright, Spence. What is wrong?"

"What do you mean?" He doesn't even look at you, making a show of tracing each book's spine as if he hasn't read them more than five times.

"Really? You're gonna do that to me, Spencer?"

"Do what?"

"You know what? Whatever. I'm too tired for this." When he doesn't say anything, you grab your purse and start heading for the door.

"Yeah, maybe you can lap dance your way back home."

A pause.

Blinking at his image, "What?" Your eyes widen—one of them twitching with fury.

It's not like Spencer to say such a stupid thing. You've had arguments, but he's never acted so stubbornly.

"You've got two seconds to convince me that I heard you wrong, or so help me—"

"Or what? Find another guy to flirt with? Call Morgan?" Spencer holds his fists with tight grips, gazing at you with a shot of insecurity you have never seen him express.

Oh.

The fury dissipates instantly, and a different kind of fire sparks as if he's suddenly under a different light. A good one. One that electrifies your entire body into an ecstatic wave.

"You're jealous."

A statement.

Loud and clear.

Spencer furrows his brows like you'd just said something scientifically impossible. "W-What?" He stutters, and the smirk on your lips only grows.

"You"—One step—"Are"—Another step—"Jealous."

You're three steps before him now, holding eye contact. "You're jealous and with an UnSub, to say the least." You tuck your lower lip between your teeth.

"What are you talking about?" He scoffs. Your stare overwhelms his senses, but he's not backing out yet.

"But you are," You bite back a grin, entertained by the way his body stiffens the closer you get.

Spencer shakes his head, an excuse to break eye contact. "No. That's impossible. I don't get jealous." The protrusion on his throat quivers.

You raise an eyebrow, "Okay, so, you don't mind if I take Derek's invitation to hang out tonight?" You reach inside your bag, fishing out your phone. "I think if I call him now he'd still be—"

He engulfs both your hand and phone with one hand, "Don't." Spencer gulps—the third one in two minutes. He lets out a heavy sigh when you grin at him, softening his grasp. "Fine, I was—am jealous." His cheeks glow red, widening your shit-eating grin.

Spencer turns his head away from you, but you're quick to hold his chin and make him face you back, pecking his lips—a redder face before you.

"It was part of the job, Spence. Believe me, I wanted to shoot him so bad." You reason gently, yet the buzzing between your thighs makes you swallow the thick emptiness in your throat.

He lowers your hands and off his skin, running his hands over his face. "I know!" Spencer groans, turning away from the embarrassment that's beginning to eat him. "I just—I hated that the UnSub gets to experience you like that. It pisses me off!"

Spencer's rambling now, throwing statistics and facts and how it somehow correlates to you.

Although you're busy yourself, plucking each button of your shirt through each slit. And when he spins back, his mouth shuts up—still agape.

He's speechless, eyes fixed on you.

Your shirt droops on your arms, revealing the same lacey cloth latched on your breasts.

Spencer blinks rapidly, unsure whether to breathe or completely deprive his lungs of air supply, "Y-you kept it?"

"Are you still feeling jealous?"

"A l-little, yeah..." You didn't miss his quick glance below your waist to the spot you're craving him the most. And you can hear the question that's running in his head.

With a soft giggle, you audibly answer, "Yes, I kept that too."

Spencer thinks he should be jealous more often as he swoops you off your feet and brings both of you to his bedroom.

#spencer reid #ssa spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencerreid #fem!reader #criminal minds #criminalminds #cm #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you

[taylorman2274]

Reverse Isekai Genshin Shenanigans #2

Characters: Venti, Kaeya, Diluc, Xingqiu, Zhongli

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"Is everything to your liking, Venti?" you asked.

"Oh none of that, [Y/N]," Venti responded with a small smile. "No need to be so formal around me."

The two of you were currently in the living room of your apartment. Since Venti was here, you had planned on showing him some of the stuff around your place. As for how Venti got here in the first place...

It's kind of a long story.

But to make that story short, Venti told you that Albedo and the Traveler had been working on a device that can establish a linked portal between Teyvat and Earth. From what you understand, it's kind of how you are able to access Teyvat on your computer, but this time it's the other way around.

It's honestly surprising how quickly it took them to reach you.

"However," Venti began, raising a finger. "Before you show me any more stuff, do you by chance happen to have any wine around? I am quite curious to see how your world's wine holds up to Mondstadt's."

You shook your head. "Nope. Sorry, I don't drink."

"You don't?!" Venti gasped. "Well that's no fun! Life is so much better when indulging in fabulous wine."

"My liver would say otherwise." you quipped.

Venti, ignoring you, continued. "It's unfortunate, really. And I was just beginning to get my hopes up high," he sighed. "But alas, I guess a bard's stomach will have to go empty for now."

You could tell that he was joking, but you still felt like helping him out. He was your guest, after all.

Luckily, your apartment was in the middle of a shopping complex.

"How about this. There's a wine store nearby. I can walk down and grab you something. Would that be alright?"

Venti's eyes are shining so bright you nearly covered your eyes to stop from going blind.

"Ohoho, really now?" he smirks, before giving a Knight of Favonius salute. "Lead the way then, [Y/N]. I shall be right behind you."

You sighed. "No, Venti. I can't risk you being seen by other people. Just tell me what you want and I'll go get it."

"Not a chance!" he happily exclaimed, skipping towards the door. "A decision of great importance should be trusted with an expert connoisseur such as myself."

He opened the door and gestured you towards the empty hallway. "After you, dear [Y/N]."

...

The God of Freedom has restrictions when it comes to purchasing wine apparently.

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"I must say, [Y/N]. Your place certainly is interesting. It's both familiar and exotic."

You raised a skeptical brow at the calvary captain. "Should I be taking that as a compliment or...?"

In response, Kaeya chuckled. "I simply mean that it's unique. Let's leave it at that."

You slowly nodded. Kaeya was a hard person to read, but you think he meant it as a complement.

...You think.

"However, before we continue, do you have any drinks on hand. I'm getting a bit thirsty."

You nodded politely. "Of course, I'll go get you something right away!"

You quickly walked to the kitchen and opened your fridge. "What would you like? I've got water, milk, juice, soda..."

Kaeya thought for a second. "Do you have any wine?"

...

Goddammit.

You loudly sighed. "First of all, I don't drink. Second of all, Venti made me spend nearly $100 at the wine store, and I didn't even get to keep any of it!"

Kaeya pondered in thought some more. "A wine store...?"

Oh no.

"No..." you warned. "Don't you even think about getting me to spend more money."

Kaeya merely brough the back of his hand to his chin. "But I am a guest, are I not? It is common courtesy for the guest to be treated respectively after all."

...

You hate it when they're right.

You sighed again. "Fine..."

Kaeya softly smiled. "Excellent. I can't wait to see what they have to offer."

Thankfully, Kaeya was nice enough to settle for only one wine bottle.

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"I'm sorry if this isn't to your liking, Master Diluc."

"Please, [Y/N]. Just Diluc is fine. No need for formalities when we're not in Teyvat."

He began to look around at his surroundings.

"Though I am curious as to why you decided to bring me to a restaurant of all places."

"Because you didn't want to go to the wine store." you replied, deadpan. "Which honestly surprises me considering you own the biggest winery in Mondstadt."

Diluc did not look impressed. "I've seen enough wine in my life already, it does not make any difference if I go see anymore."

You shrugged your shoulders. "Suit yourself."

You looked back down at the menu in your hands, reading its contents for something good to order.

"...Is there another reason why you brought me here?"

You looked up at him. "...I mean yeah, there is, but it's nothing important."

Diluc crossed his arms. "Oh? What is it?"

You pointed to the top of his menu. "It's the name of the restaurant."

He looked down towards the menu and read the name. "Firebirds? What of it?"

You tilted your head. "...You don't get it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Get what?"

"Ah, forget it," you waved a hand. "I just thought it was something funny."

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"Where are we heading, my liege?"

"Somewhere I think you'll really like."

The two of you walked through the front doors and stopped just a few steps afterward. To the naked eye, books upon books laid upon rows and rows of shelves.

As expected of a library.

You looked at Xingqiu and couldn't help but chuckle at the wide-eyed expression he was giving. His mouth also hung open comically.

"Easy now, Xingqiu, don't go drooling all over the floor now." You turned and pointed towards the front desk. "I figure that this place might be too big for you to handle so I trust that any questions you have you'll ask the librari- aaannnnnnnnnd he's gone."

...

You looked away for five seconds and you've already lost the book lover.

Is this how parents feel whenever they lose sight of their kids?

You couldn't help but chuckle as you shook your head. You suppose this was to be expected after all. When Xingqiu sets his sights on a book of choice, there's not much that will drag him away from it.

Knowing that he had no reason to leave the library, you began walking around the building searching for him.

You did find him after a few minutes. He had grabbed a seat on top of a beanbag and was nose deep in a book in his hands. Stacked next to him were a ton of other books that he presumably collected.

However, as you walked closer to him, you could see a troubled expression on his face.

"Is something wrong?" you questioned.

Xingqiu lowered the book from his face. "Sorry, my liege, I seem to be unable to read this. I can't understand any of the words."

...

Ah crap, you forgot about that.

"Do you think you could read this to me?" he asked, handing the book to you.

You nodded. "Sure, I can do that."

Book in hand, you plopped down on another beanbag next to him and started to read. You had no other plans for the day, so you were fine with hanging around the library for a little bit.

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You didn't feel like going out today. It didn't matter who asked, you were exhausted.

"Hmmm..."

Even if that someone was an over 6,000-year old retired Archon.

To be quite frank, you were terrified to be in Zhongli's presence. Sure, this isn't the first Archon you've met in person, but Venti does a superb job at hiding his status. Nobody can take a look at him and think that he's an Archon.

Zhongli on the other hand, has this imposing aura around him. How does Hu Tao not feel threatened by this man?

"So this is where you're able to guide us from?"

You nodded. "Yes sir."

After showing Zhongli around your apartment, he expressed an interest in seeing the device you use to guide them. Not thinking ahead, and because you were terrified of telling an Archon 'no', you agreed.

...Okay, you did try to tell Venti 'no', but that's different!

Now, you were frantically trying to piece together a convincing story about how your guidance is not part of a video game and everything that they've come to known was written, modeled, and designed by a company. Existential crisis are not fun to deal with.

However, Zhongli isn't stupid. There's a high percent chance he'll see through your lies.

...Basically, you're fucked.

You focused back on the computer. The main menu was playing. You sneaked a peak at Zhongli. He appeared to be lost in thought.

"Need me to explain anything?" you asked, hesitantly.

Zhongli nodded. "Please."

You sighed. Here goes nothing.

"So to start things off, there's this company called Hoyoverse. This company is responsible for maintaining a stable connection between here and Teyvat. That's why you saw their name appear on the screen earlier. This down here is the region that the connection is held. If I click on that, I'm able to change to another region. However, I'm gonna keep it on this one since I get the best connection from there."

"Then below that is my User ID. Going back to Hoyoverse for a moment, it's not just one connection they're responsible for. They're able to hold thousands of connections at once."

You saw Zhongli open his mouth so you stopped talking for a moment. "But I've never known anyone other than you guiding us. How can it be that there are multiple connections to the same place?"

You shook your head. "No, it's not multiple connections to one Teyvat. It's multiple connections to different Teyvats. Think of it as parallel universes if you will. Through this connection, I am able to guide people such as you. However, through another connection, someone else is able to guide another Zhongli. Does that make sense?"

You nearly breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded his head. "I see. Please, continue."

"Right. Next, you have these two buttons over here. If I click on the top one, you'll see ways to interact with other connection members as well as the company itself. Also, you have the fair use statement and terms of service. These are just the rules I need to follow while guiding you guys. If I break any of these rules, my access is revoked and the connection gets terminated."

Zhongli looks at the screen for a brief period before turning to you with his arms crossed. "You say these are rules."

You nodded. "Yes sir."

"...They sound more like contracts to me."

...

"I mean..." you scratched the back of your neck. "I wouldn't say contracts, per se. I guess you could call them... agreements?"

Zhongli raised an eyebrow. "So now they're agreements?"

...

Welp. It was a good run while it lasted.

You sighed heavily and lowered your head in shame. "No. You're right. They're contracts."

Zhongli nodded in agreement. "As I thought."

"Sorry." you apologized.

...

"Do you know what is listed in the contracts."

You looked up at Zhongli. He still bore a curious expression on his face. There wasn't any anger nor frustration hinted anywhere.

"Ummm... Not really."

Zhongli was quick to furrow his eyebrows. Okay, now he's looking a bit mad. "You signed a contract without reading its contents?"

You scooched your chair a tiny bit away from Zhongli to give you some more space. "Well I mean, yeah, but I'm not the only one who does that. Everyone does! Nobody's got the time nor the patience to read all of that legal jargon."

Zhongli's eyebrows furrowed even further. You might be overexaggerating out of fear, but he looks absolutely pissed. Now would be the best time to make a smart life decision.

"Oh please, Rex Lapis," you pleaded, kneeling on the floor with your hands pressed together in prayer. "I beg for forgiveness, oh merciful Archon."

"Spare me your theatrics."

You winced. That didn't work out as well as you hoped.

A couple of seconds passed by before Zhongli let out a deep sigh. "I don't know what you were thinking when you decided to blindly sign multiple contracts.

...

"However, I am willing to go through each contract for you and teach you of anything you should be aware of for now and for the foreseeable future."

...

"...Huh...?"

"You mean... I'm not gonna suffer the Wrath of the Rock?"

"The Wrath of the Rock??" Zhongli asks, flabbergasted. "Did you really think I was going to hurt you?"

...

"Yes..." you answered, meekly.

Zhongli's face softened before he placed a hand on your shoulder. "I would never harm you nor let anyone bring harm you, [Y/N]. I'd be a fool to do so after all that you have done for my friends, for Liyue, and for Teyvat."

He gave a soft smile. "I'm just letting you know that you should be more careful while signing any contracts in the future. You never know if you're getting a fair agreement if you never read its contents."

You nodded, smile also on your face. "Yes sir, I'll read every contract from now on, sir."

"Good. Now then, would you kindly read the contents of each contract to me. I'll stop you if I need to mention anything worth noting."

You spent the next couple of hours going over each contract, taking notes on anything Zhongli deemed worth of remembering. You guess that showing him the actual game will come at a later time.

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Author Side Notes: Wow that Zhongli bit took up a lot of this. In all honesty, it could probably be it's own thing separate from all of the other shenanigans.

By the way, I imagine that Zhongli uses reading glasses. I don't why I think that, but I feel like it suits him for some reason.

#genshin impact #genshin reverse isekai #reverse isekai #reverse isekai genshin #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin self aware #sagau x reader #sagau #sagau genshin #genshin venti #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #genshin xingqiu #genshin zhongli

[babymochibeargyu]

I Want Beom but I Got a Gyu

POV: bf gyu acting goofy for you everytime he notices your camera

wc:819

You don’t know how he does it. It was like he had a camera detector just for you. 

Gyu was picky about how his pictures would turn up on other people's phones. So he would always make sure to look his best when he saw someone sneaking a pic of him. You will never catch him lacking in any of the stranger's pictures of him. 

It couldn’t be helped though. He was one out of five of the most handsome people at your school, and that meant that people would be sneaking pics here and there.

When it comes to you, all you want is how Gyu poses for these random strangers. All prim and poise, handsome side profile, and all that good stuff that others get. 

However, all he ever does is make funny faces at your camera. Every time you think you have caught him off guard and it’s finally time you got a good shot of him,

BAM! Faster than lighting, mans had already spotted you from afar. Somehow even though you thought you were quick when you clicked capture, the result was still the same. Utter failure, goofy Gyu:100 | Y/N: 0 

I mean it had its perks. You thought it was cute. Having pictures of your bf that no one else had. It was like he was purposely doing this to you so that you could have a collection of silly Gyus on your phone. 

But enough is enough. You just wanted some decent photos of your bf too, was that too much to ask? And that was how you ended up at his locker.

As he walked out of class, he had a glimpse of you at his locker. Gyu immediately ran up to you like a little puppy and gave you a big hug.

“What are you doing here” he asked. You could hear the excitement in his voice. 

“I gotta talk to you about something. Let’s go back to my house.” When you said that, Gyu was kinda scared.

‘Is she gonna break up with me?’ he thought to himself. 

This wasn’t the first time that Gyu had been to your house. He has been here almost every weekend because he enjoys your company and wants to spend as much time as he can together with you.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous because you sounded so serious earlier that it gave him goosebumps.

Y’all never really fought throughout your entire relationship either and he wishes for it to stay that way. 

You didn’t know how to bring up what you wanted to say. To be honest you hate confrontations and this was something that you’ve never done before. It was always Gyu who had driven the daily convos between the both of you. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” you heard Gyu speak up. 

“I don’t know how to say this without it sounding silly.”

The suspense was killing him, you could see on Gyu’s face he was pleading for you to tell him now.

You finally muster up the courage, hoping that he won’t get mad at you for what you are about to say.

“Why is it that every time I try to take a good picture of you like everyone else, you always give me a goofy Gyu… I want handsome Beom pics like everyone else too.” you pouted.

Gyu was stunned because he never realized that he had done that. It was probably because his inner child felt so at peace whenever you were around, and that’s how all the goofy Gyu pics happened. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. But I didn’t realize I’d been doing that. I guess my body just feels so relaxed whenever I see you, that my inner child takes over without me noticing. I swear I didn't do anything on purpose to irritate you. If it made you feel that way I'm truly sorry."As Gyu was saying this, you could see tears already forming in his eyes. 

Now that you knew the actual reason, any ounce of irritation you felt for him disappeared. You took him into your embrace, wrapping him up in a tight hug. 

This was nice. Your warm embrace mixed with the familiar scent of his favorite perfume that he loved on you. 

Why didn't we do this more often? We should do it more. Gyu thought to himself. 

After you felt that he had calmed down, you looked up at Gyu while still embracing him. 

"So could I get my overdue handsome Beom pics now?" you said shyly. Like who wouldn't be shy asking your handsome bf to act like a model just so that you could take photos of him? 

"As long as it's for you, I can do anything that you want me to Y/N." and gives you a quick peck on the lips. 

"Let's get started shall we"Beom said. 

End~

Got really inspired when i saw goofy gyu and ended up making a Gyu board hehe.If yall have anything you want me to write about do lmk in the comments or the ask me anything bar!!Do give me a follow if you’ve been enjoying these hehe!! see yall in the next one🥹🫶🏻🤍

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lewis hamilton x male reader [nsfw]

SO I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT FUCK ME DEAD BRO

i'm so sorry it took so long, i struggle with motivation... i'm now just sick of looking at this, i'm fucking done with it man dfyhwesvyhewjcdb

word count: 3.4k

cw: nsfw, swearing, sub!lewis, dom!reader, male!reader, anal sex, soft vanilla sex i guess, regular ol' missionary, author can't title shit for shit, author also got a little lazy at the end, author ALSO got lazy with writing prep so he just didn't but oh well- but it's actually kinda sweet though??????

anyway, i hope you enjoy the fruits of my labour ;-;

(i'm also not the kinda guy who's like "fem aligned dni", simply cause i don't care. just enjoy it, whoever you are <3)

lewis hamilton. 

a man who could have any woman he wanted using his sheer status alone. a man who could seize the heart of any entranced fan with nothing more than a simple smile. a man who could make any admirer fantasise at night after dropping a subtly suggestive comment during an interview. 

not the kind of man who you’d expect to show up at your hotel room in the dead of the night with a condom, lube, and a half-baked idea.

“fuck me.” 

there'd never been a queer man on the grid before – not openly at least – and not since mike beuttler, who’d just disappeared to the list of forgotten drivers. you, on the other hand, appeared to have turned out quite the opposite. you had seemed to be the media’s hottest topic as of late. 

you weren’t lost to the obituaries. 

after you had come out, you weren’t disregarded nor overlooked. Instead, it seemed as though the entire world’s eyes were on you. you weren’t just another driver anymore; you were like a unicorn hailing from the garden of eden, and a very influential one at that. all the cameras had transitioned to your direction, and you had become all the rage as a rare representer of the queer community in motorsports. every single reporter wanted to know the finer details of your life, and this was no exception for the drivers as well. 

in particular, lewis hamilton. 

the man had been ever so curious since the day he saw you in the paddock, but not the innocent kind of curious. he couldn’t figure out why he was having such thoughts as you were a man. sure, he could admit when a guy was good-looking, but he’s never felt sexually drawn to another male before, not genuinely. maybe it was your intense driving style that he found so hot and raw, or the way you carried yourself when speaking to fellow drivers that really tickled his britches. or maybe it was simply the knowledge that you indeed liked men that gave him the confidence to accept that his thoughts were valid. 

either way, he was attracted, and he didn’t quite know why you twisted his ideals. but he did know that he wanted to find out, he wanted to get closer to you. he felt as though he had to – needed to. and as your friendship strengthened, he soon discovered that he wanted to get closer to you in a much different sense to how he originally thought. in a sense that he felt was dastardly wrong, in a sense that made him question if it was even women he really desired in the first place. 

and who were you to turn him down? it’s lewis fucking hamilton. 

as soon as you were greeted by those great big bambi eyes and that shameless request, you pulled him into your dimly lit hotel room and kicked the door closed without so much as a second thought. 

you had made out wildly and were stripped of all clothing items within mere moments, far too fast for either of you get your heads wrapped around the situation. you couldn’t care less if he didn’t have any feelings for you that were beyond carnal, it was impossible when his strong inked figure was spread out underneath you – all bare, prepped, and gorgeous – reduced to submissiveness, like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be devoured. and it was even hotter to know that he came to your door and asked for this whilst completely in his right mind. 

lewis' back was pressed to the mattress and his cock lay hard against his flat abs, and it dribbled bead after bead of precum that glistened with the faint moonlight creeping through the curtains. he felt you guide your length between his legs, the hot weight of it knocking against thigh was enough to have his mind turned to mush. 

“wait” lewis clutched your wrist, which currently gripped the base of your erect cock to line yourself up with lewis’ entrance. your heart dropped for a moment, and you quickly stopped your doings to ensure lewis’ comfort. your gaze snapped up to meet his dark chocolate eyes, searching for any sign of discontent. but you saw none. 

“yes?” your voice came out as a faint whisper as you held a thoughtful gaze. you slipped out of the grip from the familiarly foreign hand and your fingers instead travelled up the mingle of naked bodies, resting on lewis’ burning cheek. 

lewis didn’t want you to think that he’d changed his mind about wanting to experiment and embarrass you beyond reason – you've already got enough going on – and he didn’t want to deny your eager, aching cock any relief. besides, it wasn’t in his place to back out. after all, he was the one who had arrived at your hotel room unannounced, forcing you to put your late-night activities on hold in order to please him. so he simply smiled softly. 

“just... be gentle...” lewis’ voice was equally as quiet as yours, enough to make you shudder in its wake. “i’ve never done this before – lay with another man, that is...” 

you nod in response and lewis’ hand encased your hand, the one on his cheek, with his own and came in for a hot and tender kiss – for reassurance. your eyes flutter shut, and you feel your dick twitch and leak within the confines of the condom. you suddenly wish lewis didn’t want you to wear it, you wish you could feel every cell of his insides squeeze and drag deliciously against you. you had already felt it with your fingers, but you were starving for more, and the thought has you salivating. but it is what it is, you weren’t about to force lewis out of his comfort zone, especially not on his first time. 

“well, i’ve done this before...” you start as you pull back to resume the guidance of your length to lewis’ entrance, your hand leaving a lingering ghost of a touch on lewis’ cheek. “...it’s a bit uncomfortable at first, but i swear it’ll feel really really good after a moment. i promise. i'll make sure it’s amazing for you- and if you wanna stop, i'm ok with that too! Just, please, let me know if i hurt you, or if you wanna stop. i can take rejection, and-” 

“y/n?” 

“mm?” 

“you’re rambling...” 

you huff at yourself and drop your head, your hair briefly tickling lewis’ nose as you mutter your apology. lewis smiled and simply brought your face back up to his to pull you in for another kiss. 

“look... i’ve already taken your fingers and i'm fine. it's just a little more girth, right?” he said as he smiled softly at you. you really wanted to tell him that that wasn’t the case, but you also didn’t want to scare him off. you really wanted this. your thoughts wandered back to the feel of your fingers inside lewis’ virgin hole a few moments ago and you couldn’t wait to have that death grip take ahold of your cock. 

“are you sure?” you ask, solely for validation as your free hand comes up to trace along the intricate patterns of lewis’ braids. he smiles softly and nods. 

“certain.” 

you want to doubt his reassurance, but you can’t ignore your desires – nor his. you just held his gaze for a few more seconds before refocusing back on the initial task at hand. you guide your well-lubricated tip to prod at lewis’ entrance and his hole flutters around nothing in anticipation. he's already a pretty man but you can’t help but think how absolutely divine he looks like this. 

lewis let himself relax against the pillows as your tip slowly slipped into him, taking deep breaths as you pushed past the first ring of muscle of his hole. naturally, lewis gasped, which immediately made you pause thinking you’d hurt him. 

“you ok?” you asked cautiously as your gaze flickered back up to his face, watching carefully for any expressions that may indicate he’d want you to stop. but all you were greeted with was a breathy chuckle. 

“never better.” 

you let out a deep breath and just closed your eyes to focus on all the sensations happening at once. the heavy breaths from both you and lewis, the feel of his hole eagerly engulfing your tip, the firm weight of his hands resting on your chest like an anchor. you were struggling to take it slow, to control yourself and not ruthlessly fuck the ever-living hell out of lewis – the latter could sense it. but you remained strong and kept the pace deliberate. however, should this special situation occur again in the future, you hope he might let you do just that. you wished for nothing more than to take him in every position under the sun, to have him all for your own personal entertainment. it was such a tantalising concept. 

you gradually pushed yourself further into lewis, he would stifle a whimper for every centimeter his hole sucked in – it was a punishingly slow process. but he kept his head as he screwed his eyes shut and hyper focused on the way your fat cock was stretching him. he noticed it was a much different sensation to fingers – but a pleasant difference it was. he was in love with the feeling and even more in love with the fact that you were the one being intimate with him, he felt as though he’d waited his whole life for this moment. 

lewis chuckled under his breath at the sight of you completely losing your mind – much like himself. you were usually so calm and collected from how’s he’s previously observed you, he had no idea you could be absolutely picked apart at the brain like this. it only added to his unexplainable attraction towards you. 

your head was drooped down, and you groaned faintly against lewis’ collarbone. you felt yourself close already and you were only halfway sheathed inside him. you couldn’t help it, he was clenching you way too sinfully good, conceiving pleasures like that from the heavens. 

oh, how you wished to feel him without a condom on, all succulent and raw. 

“holy fuck, y/n...” lewis sighed out as his hand carded through your hair encouragingly, his other moving to wrap around the back of your torso. he drew you as close as your masses would allow you to, cuddling your chests together so compactly you weren’t sure any oxygen could squeeze through. you both breathed heavily as you finally slipped all the way into lewis. he could’ve sworn he felt you in his stomach, you were that deep, and yet he somehow still wanted you even closer. 

“o-oh... wow...” lewis’ voice cracked as you nestled yourself completely inside him, all the way to the hilt, feeling his walls clench you delightfully as your balls pressed against his firm ass. he felt his legs instinctually spread a little wider to accommodate you, an automated response that he didn’t know he had. he breathed heavily while you kissed a comforting trail along his neck, licking along his tattoos, giving him a moment to adjust to your staggering size. 

“lemme know when to move...” you whispered against the lightly sweat-sheen skin of lewis’ collarbone, which only prompted him to weakly hook his legs around your waist. 

“mmh... you can...” he mumbled out softly, barely able to keep his focus on anything but the fat cock that was wedged considerably deep inside of him. he pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours – you were now breathing each other’s heavy air and you could practically feel the vibrations of his tiny whimpers in your throat. 

you let out a shaky breath before you gingerly pull your hips back, savouring the electrifying buzz that jolted throughout your entire body as your throbbing cock dragged against his walls. you held your breath as you pulled out to your tip, before gently pumping back all the way into him with a lewd squelch. both of your breaths hitched as a simple thrust managed to illicit such ethereal feelings within you both. the sensations were mindboggling as you began to develop a slow rhythm, throwing lewis into a most blissful state as you made love to him. 

your chests heaved with your deep exhales as pleasure and anxiety wrestled for supremacy at the core of your conjoined bodies. the latter was soon conquered, and you became more confident as you saw his completely fucked out expression – it was all the reassurance you needed to know that he was enjoying himself. 

lewis could feel everything – every little bump and vein on your cock was making an imprint on his insides, like his body was a silicon mold that was simply made for you to use however you wished. he felt your warm breath fan across his face as you whispered encouragements to him. he felt each time your balls and thighs would make contact with his rear. he felt a haze begin to fog up his mind and prevent him from think about anything but the way you were methodically drilling into him. his arms wrapped around your torso to draw you even nearer, his nails digging into your shoulder blades to ground himself. 

“you feel too good...” you moaned out quietly, your words having quite the effect on lewis. he felt all tingly as your voice stuck to the inner walls of his skull and persistently hammered at his brain, infusing what you had said into the darkest corners of his mind. he won’t forget the sultry tone you held when you said that – not for a very long time. 

he never knew it could feel like this, being on the receiving end, but it certainly shed some clarity on his confusion and defeated the blur that censored his heart. lewis knew what he was, and he was more than ok with it. 

“y/n... don’t stop...” he whined, influenced by the pleasure bubbling at his core from you gently fucking him. 

that was all the invigoration you needed before you snaked a hand around lewis’ waist, finding purchase on the small of his back to elevate him a few inches off the mattress. the modest alteration allowed for your cock to venture deeper inside him with each thrust, and for your tip to knock his prostate, causing him cry out and arch up into you. his hands raked down your back, possibly leaving red stripes in the aftermath, and his head rolled back, leaving his tattooed neck exposed for you to kiss and leave a few love bites should he let you. 

lewis moaned loudly, a bit louder than he would’ve liked for a hotel room. typically, if it were a woman, he’d have no issues – hell he’d encourage a bit of volume. he’d want the world to know. in this case, he definitely didn’t want anyone to know he was being sodomised. god forbid it reached the media, he’d never live down the copious amounts of controversy that would spark up. 

but that wasn’t on his mind right now, nothing was, nothing except you. you had stripped away his ability to focus on anything except the pleasure sailing through his veins, the kind that liquified his brain and set his body aflame. it was one thing being inside someone and a completely different thing having someone inside you. lewis decided that he quite liked both. 

lewis' body jolted with each firm from thrust from you, your bodies meshed perfectly like yin and yang. he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head when your other hand flew down to stroke his neglected cock in tandem with your solid thrusts. your thumb brushed over his swollen, oozing tip, collecting his juices on the pad of your finger. you then brought that hand up to his face, prodding your thumb past his already agape lips and smeared his taste all over his own tongue. lewis moaned again, the saltiness of it suddenly made him feel parched and filthy in only the best way. he couldn’t stop himself from lapping at your finger eagerly. 

“lewis... i-i'm close...” you keened as your thumb, much to his dismay, slipped out of his mouth, tugging at his bottom lip one last time before returning to his cock. he choked out a little giggle through his moan, his hips bucking up into your hand. 

“already?” he teased, although in no position to do so. he smirked up at you. 

“yeah...” you sigh out shamelessly, too focused on the tight coil in the pit of your stomach that threatened to snap at any moment to care about his playful tease. lewis let out a long hum. 

“me too...” he said, which made you giggle in return. 

“already?” you jest, shooting back the same mischievous look he had given you. 

“shut up.” 

the bout of banter soon eluded your minds as your thrusts became more ragged and desperate, and the necessity to cum became devastatingly unbearable in the sordid instant. lewis whined under his breath, his mouth frantically chased yours in a lip lock of spit and tongue as he clenched around you. hard. all his muscles tensed as you devoured his muffled moans, your fist gripping him like a vice. you felt his juices leaking all down your fingers, wet and glistening in the dim light provided by the moonlight seeping through the blinds. he arched up into you as you bucked into him like a wild animal in heat, chasing the high that had been evading obtainability – like it was just taunting you, dragging you around and drawing this out longer than you intended. you had no complaints whatsoever. 

lewis pulled off your lips to bury his face in your neck, his beard scratched you and his heavy breath condensed – it only further concentrated the hot and sticky sheen of sweat on your skin - but you could not give less of a shit when you were balls deep inside him and on the brink of an orgasm. 

“y/n... y/n- please” he choked out as he felt himself about to burst, saying your name over and over like a prayer. you couldn’t ignore his pleas, and you snapped your hips into him just a bit faster, the sound of skin slapping gradually magnifying. 

“cum for me, lewis...” 

your words made him feel high. adrenaline surged through his veins at the same intensity as when he was flying at 300kmh on the track, except this time the whole world wasn’t watching him, counting on him to make it past the finish line. it was just you, him, and the sins you would probably never speak of again. he'd have it no other way. 

with a loud cry of your name that he tried to muffle in the crook of your neck, lewis was tipped over the edge by a particularly hard thrust from you that made his vision tunnel and blur. hot ropes of cum uncontrollably spurt out, painting your hand and his belly white – his cum was sandwiched between your stomachs and sticking your skin – decorating the compass tattooed on his torso. just the sight of his cock twitching and trickling bodily fluids was enough to have you thrown past your limit as well. you came hard within the confines of the condom – the rubber effectively containing what would’ve been a mighty mess – as your hips stopped moving and just rested against him, his hole like a boa constrictor as it milked you for every single drop you had. 

you both panted as you stayed inside lewis for just a little while longer, not wanting to pull out from his warmth just yet – you don’t think he wanted you to pull out yet either. and you were more than ok with that. 

“woah...” was all lewis could muster as he took a beat to catch his breath. 

“woah, indeed...” you replied, too taking deep breaths to regulate yourself. 

lewis felt like he was on a cloud that was drifting away to another realm. his head was fuzzy, in a good way, and he felt weightless in your arms as you peppered kisses all over the lion tattoo on his pec, creeping up to his shoulder and neck. all was quiet as you just basked in the blissful aftermath of your obscene activities, until lewis found his voice. 

“we should do that again...” he said quietly, eagerly, pulling back so his gaze could meet yours. “...but without the condom.”

i wanna fuck the shit outta this man

might go cry rq

-leo :3

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton fanfic #male reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 smut

[atzaurora]

"so put your hands in the holes of my sweater" -The Neighborhood

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ateez reaction to you wearing their hoodie (hyung line)

maknae line here!

member: ot8 (hyung line)

pairing: fem!reader x member (It doesn't rly matter if they're idol or non idol for this one so I'll leave it to you)

type: reaction (fluff)

warnings: none

a/n: I've been loving this song sm again recently cuz of all the cute edits I see with it so i came up with this reaction oneshot ^^ enjoyyy! and feel free to request anything

here's my masterlist!

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Hongjoong 홍중: he came back late from work once again. i had wanted to wait for him but got way to tired. subconsciously i heard the door open finally at 1 am. Hongjoong pushed himself inside the house, letting his bag and jacket fall to the floor, kicking off his shoes and going straight towards our shared bedroom. too tired to even get out of his jeans and shirt he flopped down on the bed next to me. "hi joongie" i say just above a whisper. "ya, I thought you were asleep, my love" he says softly, making sure he doesn't speak too loud. he lifts his arm and strokes his hand softly over my head, through my hair. "I was sleeping but then woke up when I heard you come through the door" i whisper, flashing him a soft but very tired smile. "ah I'm sorry I woke you up, I should've been quieter" he apologises, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead "hey, wait, is that...my sweater?" he tugs at the fabric. "wha- oh yeah, it looked so comfy and it really is comfy so I just..wore it I guess. I'll give it back to you, promise" I said a bit worried he might be mad at me for taking his clothes. "I don't want it back" he smiled with a warm chuckle "keep it, I like how it looks on you, suits you" he continued looking at me, his gaze wandering over my body covered in his hoodie. "thank you, I really like this hoodie, it's comfy" I chuckled and snuggled my body closer to him. I felt his hands wandering around my waist holding my back as I drift off to sleep again.

Seonghwa 성화: Seonghwa's clothes were gorgeous. he didn't have clothes which were designed for only men, so it was easy for me to find a nice hoodie that fit me quite good as well. Seonghwa was in the living room, reading some book he got the other day. meanwhile i had to get some paperwork done, sitting at my desk i scanned over the sheets. I had my window open to let in some air as the air inside was too stuffy. but it was getting a little too cold, still the air was too bad to close the window again so I stood up to get myself something warmer to wear. I walked over to our closet when I noticed one of his hoodies laying on the edge of the bed. I picked it up, checking if it was dirty, but as I knew Seonghwa he would've already thrown it into the laundry basket if it was dirty. and I was right, he probably had worn it shortly since I could smell his scent on the hoodie but that's exactly what I wanted. I put the hoodie on, my nostrils filling with his scent. I go into the kitchen to get myself some water when I see Seonghwa sitting on the couch. "hey darling" I say in a soft tone, smiling down at his sitting figure. "hello princess, what are you doing?" he asks looking up from his book, to stare into my eyes. "oh nothing, just taking a quick break" I walk over to the couch, sitting down beside him, his eyes following my moves. "is that my sweater, kitten?" he chuckles raising an eyebrow. "oh yeah, I found it on the bed and it smelled like you, so..." I smile innocently "hm~ looks good on you" he eyes me, running his hand up and down my knee. "really? don't say that, I might keep it" I giggle "and I might just let you keep it" he winks, resting his hand on my leg.

Yunho 윤호: Yunho was in the kitchen looking for some snacks for a movie night us two were having today. meanwhile I was looking for my comfy hoodie but as it seems it was in the laundry right now. sighing, I look around in the closet and find a comfortable looking hoodie. thinking it was one of my oversized ones, I put it on and walk back to Yunho. "hi lazy" he says teasingly and brings over two bowls of snacks to the coffee table in the living room. he sits down on the couch, opening his arms for me to lay in. I smile and lay next to him, snuggling my face into his chest. "you're too cute" he smiles at me, running his hand over my back, then, suddenly stopping his movements, he looks at me. "What's wrong?" I look into his eyes, tilting my head in confusion. "is that my hoodie?" he giggles. "what? no, isn't this one of mine?" I say, not so sure anymore if this was actually mine. "no, sweetie, that's definitely mine" he smiles, letting out a soft laugh. I look down at the hoodie "oh, sorry, I thought this was one of mine, wait I'll go change it" I get up halfway but quickly get pulled back by his hand sneaking around my wrist, pulling me onto him again. "nope you are not going anywhere, bedsides you look cute in it, even tho it is way too big for you hun" he laughs softly yet again snuggling his arms around my waist, pulling out the remote and turning on the TV.

Yeosang 여상: I was packing up some things in the kitchen. Me and Yeosang decided to go take a walk and settle down somewhere for a cute picnic. it was his idea and I was more than happy to go, so here I was in the kitchen, wrapping up the small muffins in a napkin and storing them in a box before placing them in the wooden basket. "Yeoyeo?" I shout for him. "yes sunshine, I'll be a minute, go put on your jacket and wait for me at the door" he shouts back, but I could hear his smile through his words. "okay angel" I answer, taking the basket to the door and putting on my shoes and jacket. it didn't take long for him to join me at the door, getting dressed for outside as well. "ready?" I look at him "yes, I'm done, we can go love." he answers with a cute smile painted on his face. "oh wait, your jacket isn't sitting right, here let me fix it" he offers, spinning me around so my back is facing him as he fixes my rid up jacket. "wait, is that my hoodie you're wearing underneath the jacket?" he giggles noticing the green fabric of his own hoodie. "oh shit, yeah sorry, I forgot to change it" I apologise quickly "no no no, don't apologise and don't change it, you look way too cute like this" he presses a sweet kiss on my cheek. "maybe I should give you this hoodie, you look good in my clothes"

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[hearts-hunger]

evergreen — part two

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Series Summary: Jake takes you on your first vacation to the cabin the gang stays at every year. When memories of past relationships loom heavy, will this vacation send cracks through the foundation of safety and trust you have in each other?

Chapter Summary: You're trying to let the past stay in the past, but Jake keeps making it difficult.

Pairings: Jake x Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny | Genre: fluff, angst, emotional h/c | Word Count: 4.4k | Warnings: smoking, sexual innuendo, mentions of infidelity

A/N: Hehehe more Jake being and idiot and Sparrow struggling emotionally. We're in for a little more before the end, but at least Baby and the boys are there for them ♡

You woke to a late morning sun, dappled daylight shining as well as it could through the trees growing right outside the window. Jake was on top of you, as he always was, his legs tangled with yours and his arm snugly around you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. You absently brushed his hair back from his face, trying to take stock of yourself as you became aware of a vague, constant achiness.

Oh, right — margaritas strong enough to down a grown man, one cigarette too many, sleeping in a bed you'd felt completely uncomfortable in. All that was why you felt like you'd been run over by a truck. You needed to shower and take something for your headache and get out of this bed you hated with every fiber of your being, but you couldn't face trying to move just yet. 

Jake stirred and moved closer to you, if that was possible.

“Sparrow,” he mumbled. “You awake?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself.” His morning voice was deep and raspy. “What the hell did we drink last night?”

“The whole liquor cabinet.”

He gave a soft laugh that trailed off into a groan. “Yeah, I guess so. You feel okay?”

“Oh, I feel super,” you said. “How do you feel?”

“Like roadkill.”

You snorted. “Sexy.”

He propped himself up a little, looking down at you with a scrunchy, dazed kind of smile. 

“If you say so,” he said. “That reminds me. We were gonna do some swashbuckling last night, weren't we?”

“We sure were,” you said, “before you passed out.”

“Right.” He gave you a quick smooch good morning, as he always did. “Sorry about that. I can make it up to you right now if you want.”

You gave a doubtful hum. “We need to shower. And brush our teeth.”

“Oh, come on,” he coaxed. He kissed your neck. “Napoleon told his wife not to bathe for three days before he came home and ravished her.”

Though you usually wouldn't have minded some sweaty, tangled-up morning sex, there was no way you were doing that in this bed. 

“Too bad you're not Napoleon,” you said sweetly.

He didn't get the hint, perhaps too absorbed with kissing your collarbone. He was still dressed in his clothes from the day before, but you were in nothing but your underwear; you couldn't exactly blame him for exploring what was usually available for his enjoyment, but no part of you wanted him to touch you like that in this bed.

“Jake,” you said, gently pushing him off you. “Let me up, babe.”

He did, respecting your less subtle cue but giving you a wry smile. “You must really not feel good,” he teased.

It wasn't your hangover that was killing your libido, and you were a little annoyed that he didn’t know that. You sat on the edge of the bed, touching a hand to your pounding head.

He ran a soothing hand over your back. “You feel sick, honey?”

You didn't answer that. You did, but you didn't want to tell him why. You wanted him to use his brain and figure it out himself.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you said. You blindly grabbed a shirt from the drawer, and it happened to be Jake's “I'm the reason all the rum is gone” tee.

“Oh, now you’re just teasing me,” he said with a smile.

“I'm not teasing anybody,” you said, and you surprised yourself with how harsh it was.

He raised a brow. “Okay, sparrow. I’m just messing with you, baby. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You wanted to say that not meaning to didn't make it any better; in a way, it made it worse. Where did he keep his brain sometimes? You felt it was stupid for him to be so oblivious, or maybe you should be thankful that he was. If he wasn't thinking about Izzy, why should you be?

You gave him a half-hearted nod, raw with guilt and discomfort. “Okay. I’m just... not in a great mood. Sorry.”

“You’re allowed to not be in a great mood,” he said kindly. “Go get a shower, honey. You want coffee?”

His gentle care for you wore down your frustration. “Yes, please.”

“Okay. It'll be ready for you when you get out.”

You gathered up some clothes and headed for the upstairs bathroom, but you heard the shower running in there already, so you made your way to the downstairs bathroom. Sam was in the basement fooling around on the mellotron, and you were mildly embarrassed to be seen in your current state of undress.

“Sorry,” you said bashfully. “Just going to shower.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “All good.”

You laughed. “Thanks. You're a gentleman and a scholar, Sam.”

“Oh, I try.”

You took a long time in the shower, letting the hot water ease your many aches. Even from the basement, you could smell the promised coffee brewing, and you came into the kitchen to see Jake and Danny working on breakfast.

“For you, my dearest,” Jake said, handing you a cup of coffee made just the way you liked it. “Danny reminded me that we're switching rooms, so I went ahead and moved our stuff.”

“Oh,” you said, pleasantly surprised and relieved. “Thanks, honey.”

“Sure.” He kissed your cheek. “I’m gonna go shower. You look like you're feeling a little better.”

“I am,” you said truthfully. All of your worries had been very quickly assuaged with a simple room reassignment, and you felt a huge weight come off of you.

He smiled. “I'm glad, honey.” He slapped a bottle of ibuprofen into your hand. “Eat up.”

You huffed a laugh and boosted yourself up onto the counter. Danny was working on pancakes, his hair up in a claw clip and a dishrag over his shoulder.

“Thanks for mentioning the room thing,” you said.

He smiled. “No problem, sparrow. I didn't say why, just asked him if we were still switching. I'm sorry you had to stay in there last night. You could have moved our stuff.”

“He forgot, and he was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow,” you said. “I figured it was easier to stay put.”

“You're a good man, Charlie Brown,” he said. “I’d be climbing the walls in a room Sam had been in with his ex.”

You gave a rueful hum around a sip of coffee. “I almost was. He wanted to get into some... extracurriculars, shall we say, just now, but you can probably figure out how that went.”

“Not the way he pictured it, I imagine.” He added to the growing stack of pancakes. “He still doesn't know why you don't want to be in there?”

You sighed. “I guess not. Maybe I should be glad he’s not thinking of her, but I can't get her out of my head.”

“Who, me?” Baby came into the kitchen wearing one of Josh’s shirts and sleep shorts. “Sparrow, tell me it's me. I need an ego boost.”

“Girl, I'd rather it was you. But no, it’s Izzy.”

She looked over at you as she made herself a cup of coffee. “You didn't tell me you were into masochism.”

You and Danny laughed.

“They stayed in Jake’s old room last night,” Danny explained. 

Baby's expression scrunched. “Oh, ew. Why?”

“Ask the genius,” you said wryly. “I guess it just didn't occur to him.”

She sighed and leaned against the counter. “Well, the Kiszka boys aren't famous for being the world's most observant on some things. Are you switching rooms?”

“Yeah, we kicked Sam and Danny out,” you said. Danny walked past you to take the plate of bacon to the table, and when both you and Baby reached out, he stopped and let you take some.

“Go round ‘em up,” Danny said. “Everything’s ready.”

You did as he said, and when you were all gathered at the table, the six of you enjoyed a leisurely breakfast peppered with mentions of how bright the sunlight was and requests to pass the ibuprofen. Jake sat next to you, one hand on the back of your chair, his thumb occasionally skating across your back in a soothing motion. That was one of your favorite things about him: those little, unobtrusive touches that told you he was there, that he was tuned into you even if he wasn’t talking to you directly.

“I heard you working on something earlier, Sammy,” he said. “Sounded very orchestral.”

Sam gave him a lopsided smile. “Yeah, it's just something I’m messing around with. Maybe a cool opening for Josh's ‘Heat Above’ song.”

“You want to put the mellotron on that?” Josh asked, animated.

“I was thinking kind of like Age of Man,” he said. “I can show it to you if you want.”

Josh was up out of his chair and down to the basement before anyone could stop him, if they'd been trying to, and Sam followed with a proud smirk on his face. All four brothers tried to impress each other with their new ideas, and you knew that Sam was pleased with Josh’s eager anticipation to hear what he’d been working on. 

At the other end of the table, Danny and Baby were talking about their plans for a Chopped-style cooking competition. You and Jake sat in companionable silence, nursing your coffee and enjoying each other’s closeness.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said after a moment. The sun caught in his hair, bringing out the hint of red in it. “I really was just teasing. You know I don't want anything from you that you don't want to give.”

You touched his cheek. “I know, honey. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I’m sorry too.”

He gave you a gentle kiss. “Love you, sparrow.”

You smiled. “Love you too, Jakey. I think I’m gonna read out on the porch for a little bit. You wanna come and be bored to death?”

He breathed a laugh. “If you want me to, sure.”

“Or you can go jam,” you offered. You patted his chest. “Actually, go do that. I know you'd rather be playing music than watching me read.”

He considered that. “Okay, what if — and here's another one of my theories — I bring my guitar out and play while you read?”

“Again, not a theory,” you teased. “But sure. If you want to, I’d like that.”

He left to get his guitar and you grabbed your book and refilled both of your coffees, heading out to the porch swing. He came out with a throw blanket and his acoustic guitar, and he tossed the blanket at you and managed to cover your head with it.

“Ah, I get it,” you said, your voice muffled. “You don't want to see me while you hang out with me.”

He chuckled and rearranged the blanket so it lay over your lap. “Sorry. My toss was a little over-zealous.”

He sat next to you on the swing, playing an aimless tune that eventually made its way into Jackson Browne's “These Days”. You tried to focus on your book, but his voice was so warm and soft as he sang that you couldn't help but watch him play.

He noticed and looked over at you, giving you a bashful smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said. “I just like watching you play.”

His cheeks pinked. “Lucky you got a guy who does nothing but play guitar.”

You smiled. “Yeah, it is lucky.” You watched as he effortlessly picked out the solo in skillful, intentional movements of his fingers across the strings.

“You know this is kind of our song,” you said.

He nodded in that distracted way you liked, when he was focused on playing but still listening to you. “Yes ma'am. I remember.” You'd danced to this song at the wedding where you’d been reunited last winter, the same wedding where you’d finally done something about the feelings both of you had had for each other even after years of being apart. 

“You know the words,” he said. “Sing with me.”

You blushed. “Oh, I dunno. I'd rather hear you without me screwing it up.”

He shook his head. “Your voice could never screw anything up, sparrow. Sing with me.”

You couldn't say no to him, not when he was so sweet to you. He started the next verse, and you offered a quiet, tentative harmony.

“Well I’ll keep on moving, things are bound to be improving these days.”

His smile was impossibly tender. “See? I told you. Beautiful.”

You leaned close and kissed him, slow and gentle and so in love with him.

“Say you love me,” you said softly.

He touched his nose to yours. “I love you, sparrow. More than you could ever imagine, and more than I could ever tell you.”

—

He went to join the guys downstairs after a while, and you felt a warm glow in your chest long after he’d left. You didn't know why you’d been so upset about the whole Izzy business — of course Jake was just being oblivious, and there was no malicious intent in his absent-mindedness. You decided to put the whole thing out of your mind and not let the idea of her intrude on your picture-perfect vacation to a beautiful mountain cabin with the ones you loved so dearly.

Putting a bookmark between the pages of your novel, you ventured inside after a bit to find everyone downstairs. Baby made room for you on the couch and shared her gummy worms, and you snacked contentedly while the boys worked on a song that wasn't entirely coming together.

“I don’t know, it feels a little boring,” Danny said. “It need something like — ” He played a driving beat on the drums, making ample use of the cymbals. “Something brighter.”

“It’s a ballad,” Jake said, shaking his head. “A love song. It just needs the bass drum and the toms, maybe.” He strummed a few chords, and Sam scrambled to join him on the bass. You watched, amused, as Jake was wholly absorbed in playing the tune at a blinding volume while Danny didn't play a single thing. 

Jake looked up. “Yeah, like that,” he said.

Danny lazily twirled a drumstick. “Well, I wasn't playing anything, so...”

Jake gave him an abashed smile. “Oh. Well, maybe it doesn't need any drums. It's just an acoustic thing.”

“You’re cranked up to the loudest, crunchiest tone possible,” Danny pointed out. “Play it on acoustic and I’ll see what I can do with that.”

Jake sigh was half irritated groan. “Maybe we should just scrap it.” He tied his hair up in a bun, and you knew he must be getting frustrated — Jake never put his hair up when he was playing unless he was fed up with it and needed a little less sensory input.

“I don't know, man,” Josh said. “It’s not terrible. I like the chord progression.”

“Okay,” Danny offered, “what if i build up with the drums, like start off with just the bass and come in later on the snare, but keep it soft, and give it a few splashes? Or — ” He extended his hand to Sam, and somehow Sam knew to toss him the egg shakers. “I’ll do some kind of maraca thing, and you can do a beat on the body of the guitar like that Iron and Wine thing.”

“So many things,” Sam teased. “Is that the technical term, Daniel?”

Danny shook a maraca at him. “Yes. Don't question the master.”

Sam put up a hand in surrender. “I wouldn't dare.”

Jake unplugged his guitar and slung the strap over his head. “Let me think about it for a minute. I might decide I hate it.”

His brothers were content to let him take a break, changing tacks to work on the song Sam and Josh had played around with earlier. It was obviously missing a guitar, but it didn't sound half bad with the mellotron and a bright, splashy drum beat to accompany Josh’s voice. 

Jake all but collapsed on the couch next to you. “Hi.”

You smiled. “Hi, honey. Rough day at work?”

He ran a hand over his face. “I guess. That song’s not my best work, but I thought we could try it.”

“Don’t give up on it,” you said. You handed him a gummy worm. “Here. A little something to take the edge off.”

He snorted. “Thanks.”

You brushed back a few wayward strands of hair that had missed the bun. “When did you write that song, anyway? I don't think I've ever heard it.”

“Sometime last year,” he said. “Summer before last, I think. I don't know.”

You tried to ignore the creeping doubt that you'd promised yourself you were done with. “Before you met me?”

“Well, not technically,” he reminded you. You’d been friends in high school before you’d lost touch for a few years. “But yeah, before we got together.”

“Right.” You hated the uncertainty in your tone. “And it's a love song?”

He sighed. “Trying to be, anyway.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. A love song that he'd written before you were together, presumably with someone else in mind. Izzy, namely. You felt a nudge from Baby, and you interpreted her sympathetic look to mean something like I’m sorry he keeps being stupid and you can't really blame him for it at the same time.

You let out a long breath. You knew you couldn't hold his past relationships against him, but it didn't exactly feel great to know he was working on an old love song he’d written for her. You wondered how terrible a girlfriend you would be if you told him to scrap it like he wanted to.

You steeled yourself. No, you remembered, you weren’t going down that road. The past was in the past, and you’d let it stay there, where it belonged, buried six feet underground.

That was a little morbid, granted. You didn't want Izzy six feet under, though you did wish for some karmic payback for the pain she’d caused Jake. But it wasn't yours to deliver, so you'd support this song if he really wanted to make a go of it.

You patted his thigh. “Come play some Pac-Man with me.”

“Ooh, me too,” Baby said, getting up to go with you to the game on the far side of the basement crowded with a pool table, a pinball machine, and a foosball table. Jake followed somewhat reluctantly, but you knew him; he couldn't pass up an opportunity to beat the pants off of you in any game. He was usually successful, except in spades, which he was terrible at for some reason; then, he always insisted on being on your team and letting you carry the two of you to victory. 

As you played, he tried to give you pointers, but you were resigned to being awful at it. 

“Come on, honey,” he laughed. “It’s kinda like skipping stones, remember? All in the — ” Your Pac-Man dissolved and died. “All in the wrist.”

You let him have a go, and he was much better at it; you and Baby watched intently as he moved up a couple levels before he lost. 

“Damn,” he said, looking at the high scores. “Who's that at the top? That was one of us, right?”

He looked to Baby, and she fidgeted a little beside you.

“I think... I think it was Izzy,” she said cautiously.

He didn't say anything for a moment, and you listened with baited breath for how he would react.

“Huh,” he said finally, his tone as even as could be, as if revisiting a pleasant memory. “Yeah, I think you're right.”

As stupid as it was, you couldn’t stop the hot spark of frustration that flared to life in your chest. 

“Guess she knew all about the wrist technique, or whatever,” you said flatly.

He shrugged. “I guess. She was good at that sort of thing.” He stepped aside to let Baby play, and she glanced over at you with an uncertain expression.

“You want to get beaten in foosball too?” Jake asked you, a playful smile on his face.

“No, thanks.” You turned to Baby. “Does Josh have any cigarettes hidden away somewhere?”

“Yes, and I’ll show you where,” she said, “because it’s a dumb hiding place where he thinks I won't get at them.”

She gave you a conspiratorial smile and looped her arm around yours, abandoning her game. 

“You’re gonna die!” Jake protested.

“Sparrow needs me,” she said tartly. “Besides, who cares about a score on Pac-Man?”

You were glad she could sass him when you couldn't quite get up the nerve to, and you let her lead you upstairs to the room she and Josh were sharing.

“Holy shit, is he dumb or what?” she asked, rooting through Josh's backpack. She put on an affected voice. “Oh, she’s so talented and good at that sort of thing that you're bad at. What a moron.”

You couldn't help but laugh, thankful for her lighthearted tone and collusion with you in your frustration. She reached elbow-deep into the backpack and finally found the pack of cigarettes, holding them up triumphantly. 

“Ha! Take that, Joshua.”

The two of you went out to the porch, leaning against the railing as you smoked. The air was chilly and fragrant with pine, and you closed your eyes and let the breeze soothe your riled emotions.

“Am I overreacting?” you asked. “Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”

She shrugged. “I don't know, sparrow. I was lucky Josh never brought anyone else here.”

You blew out a thin stream of smoke. “And Josh never had any serious relationships before yours, did he?”

“Not really, which is also lucky.” She looked a little wistful then. “We were too busy pining over each other to worry about anybody else, I think.”

Though you’d all been friends your last year of high school and the summer after graduation, you knew Baby had practically grown up with them. You hadn't been surprised to find out that she and Josh were together when you met up again last winter, and it also didn't surprise you that they'd spent a long time secretly in love with each other without saying it.

“Did you ever have a crush on the other guys?” you asked. “Even just a little thing?”

Her smile was telling. “Not really. I guess I thought Danny was a looker when he grew out of his awkward middle-school phase, but I like my guys a little shorter and weirder.”

You laughed. “I guess we have similar tastes.”

She flicked her cigarette. “In that way, yeah. But Jake and Josh are as different as night and day, you know that.”

“Sun and moon,” you said, remembering with fondness the comments you'd seen on social media posts featuring the twins.

She smiled. “Yeah, sun and moon. Sometimes a dumbass sun and moon, but hey.”

You sighed and put your cigarette out. “I don’t know what to do. Sam said I should tell him.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that advice from him before,” she said wryly. “Tends to be solid, but it’s easier said than done.”

“No kidding.” You heard the sound of Jake’s guitar join the song drifting from inside. “Would you tell Josh? If he was doing something like this?”

“Well, I'd like to think I wouldn't have to,” she said. “But... yeah, I would. I trust Josh. And I trust Jake, and I know you do too, even if he’s being an idiot.”

You scuffed your shoe against the railing. “Yeah.” You did trust Jake; you trusted him with every part of you, even the most vulnerable ones, and he’d cherished and honored that trust every time it had been put to the test. Why was this time so hard for you?

Baby gently bumped her shoulder against yours. “Why are you scared to tell him? You know he’d understand how you feel.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I don't know.” You hadn't talked to anyone about this before, not even your best friends who would surely have listened and given you advice, but you wanted to try and talk to Baby about it now.

“We’re out of the honeymoon phase, I guess,” you said. “Not that that’s a bad thing, and not that I expect us to break up or anything, but...”

“It's hard,” she said kindly. “I get it. The first time Josh and I had a big fight, a few months after we got together, I cried the rest of the night. I went super crazy and catastrophized the whole thing.”

That was a familiar feeling. You'd bickered more with Jake these past few months than you ever had when you first got together, and sometimes it had devolved into an actual argument. You hated it, but it was a natural part of relationships.

“I’m not used to that sort of thing,” you confessed. “Me and Jake... this is my first serious relationship, and I don't know what the hell I’m doing. I want to marry him, and I think he’s that serious about me, but... he was probably that serious about Izzy too.”

She didn't say anything for a moment, and you felt your heart sink. “He was, wasn’t he?”

She sighed. “I don't know. I won't lie and say he didn't love her. And I guess she loved him too, as much as you could love a person while still being able to cheat on them, which maybe isn't much.”

She put her cigarette out. “Jake’s like a totally different person with you, sparrow. He lights up like a firefly whenever you're around. I didn't know if he’d ever recover from Izzy, but he has with you, and he loves you like you're his heart.”

You swallowed around the tightness in your throat. “Really? You're not just saying that?”

She took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “No way, sparrow. You know me — I’m a straight shooter. And you fit with us like you were made for us, just like you do with Jake.”

You squeezed her hand back. “I love you.”

Her smile was a little wobbly. “Aw, sparrow, I love you too. I'm so glad you're in our family.”

“Me too,” you said softly.

She kissed your cheek. “I think Sam’s right. Go talk to Jake. You’ll feel better, and Jake will stop being so dumb, and then you can have super great celebration sex.”

You laughed, really laughed, and she laughed with you.

“You know I’m right!” she said. She gave you a gentle push towards the door. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You stopped at the door and looked back at her.

“I’m really glad you're my friend,” you said.

Her smile was warm and very kind. “Me too, sparrow.”

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in which, Zhongli takes care of you when sudden pains go through your body. yet when you keep being careless and neglect your health, he may or may not run out of patience. who knows how extreme he'll get just so you remember?

tags: fluff, short fic, zhongli being a lovely menace, health, nursing back to health, married relationship, sick!reader (not rlly), lowercase

; this is an idea inspired by my own pains :'). take care of your health, everyone!!

you should've known that your working habits will come to bite you back one day. sitting on a stiff chair for hours, unsupported back hunched unless you crack it back to stretch, your water intake barely existing, and the unhealthy habits of your meal times. all of which took a toll on your mortal body.

only when you start to get sick does it dawn on you how weak your immune system is.

of course, your complexion was something that bothered Zhongli. you were quite pale. in fact, when he was still courting you- he was already a worrywart about your health. if his work permitted him a freetime, he will absolutely take the chance to nurse you.

now your husband, his worry became tenfold. back when he was still single, Zhongli barely uses his paid vacation from work. but due to your carelessness, he began to use them frequently.

❛love, haven't I told you to stretch at least twice a day?❜ he mutters one evening, setting a cup of tea infront of you.

❛I knooowww.❜ you drag off, feeling your whole back ache as you sat idly on a chair. you heard your lover sigh in disappointment, yet you felt his presence coming up from behind— gentle hands gliding from your shoudler blades as he massages them.

❛but I just needed to finish some paperwork. I was so into it, too!❜

❛darling,❜ he calls out softly, ❛those are just some things that can be extended over a period of time. your health is more important than—❜

❛I know, Zhongli. I'm really sorry.❜ you mutter, feeling your muscles loosen as you slowly relax under his hold. you already know his sermon spiels that's about to come out of his mouth. you didn't mean to cut him off, but you've been so tired today. a lecture from your husband isn't really what you need right now.

unbeknownst to you, he was beginning to lose patience. something that never happened before. he was an old god after all, experiences shaped him to be patient and wise. a truly benevolent god befitting for Liyue.

yet when he hears that tone for the nth time. his patience can just snap. not at you but for you. here he was, your husband fretting over your mortal body. you can just disappear from his grasp at anytime. and no matter how much he tries to deny his worry, he does feel scared of losing you.

though here you are, not a shred of care for your own health.

Zhongli knew that falling in love with you will result in a bittersweet relationship. cut short by time taking away the liveliness of your soul. so when he keeps hearing the same apologies over and over with no absolute change done by yourself alone. Zhongli guesses it's time to do things as your husband. he vowed to take care of you after all.

he will help you. even if you do not want to.

❛w- wait! Zhongli, that hurts!❜

❛hm?❜ snapping out of his stupor, he felt you move away from his hands as you whined audibly. your hands weakly attempting to massage your sore back. he had realized that he may have accidentally pressed too hard on the sore spots.

oops.

...but well, you do need absolute help, right?

❛oh darling,❜ Zhongli tugs you back on the chair, a sweet smile adorning his face.

oddly enough, you felt a cloud of doom looming over your head by his expression.

❛I did a research yesterday on how to sooth away your stiff shoulders. it has to be like that.❜

❛what?!❜ you basically screeched, forcing your body to scoot away from the devil, ❛you just made that up!❜

❛the books do not lie, darling. now come here, so that I may nurse you back to health.❜

❛w- wait Zhongli, i'm really sorry—!❜

suffice to say, from that day onwards you learn to never piss off Zhongli (even if he doesn't say it out loud). much less the ex-archon of your nation.

forgetting to drink water? now you drink at least 2 Liters a day from the large water bottle your husband had kindly gifted you.

hunched back? don't worry, he had made you a schedule (merging with your work time) to stretch your body every 30 mins. if it truly does hurt to do it by yourself, he'll personally come and help you when he gets home. he recommends not to skip it, even when you're engrossed with your work lest you meet his wrath.

you know that he won't harm you. he loves his spouse too much to do that. however, he won't let you be without consequences and long hours of lecture if you disobey him.

eating times? expect a temporary house husband Zhongli to come to the rescue! prep meals are already by the dining table, all you need to do is heat them up.

❛Zhongli?❜

❛hm? what is it, dear?❜

❛.....thank you.❜

no matter how much jarring it is for the sudden change of schedule. you truly are grateful for such a doting husband. from then on, you try to be meticulous on your health, just so you wouldn't see the pout on his lips or the furrow on his brow worrying about you— even if it meant enduring to the cruel process of pain. (it's just a massage, you're being dramatic.)

#genshin impact #zhongli #genshin #zhongli genshin impact #rex lapis #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #its a female reader in mind but i try to make it as gn! as possible #zhongli x reader #sick #sickfic #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #married couple #idk how to tag this #will come back to edit after sometime #fluff #genshin fluff

[half-oz-eddie]

Abuse, violence tw

Steve was in his living room enjoying a quiet, uneventful night.

Yes, uneventful. His favorite sort of night, these days. Exactly 3 months ago, the nightmare which was the Mind Flayer had plagued the city, taking dozens of people's lives along with it.

Steve still had a terrible ringing in his ears, neglecting the probably needed medical attention as usual.

As he enjoyed some nightly news and KFC, he heard a thump coming from upstairs.

He was home alone, as he was most nights.

Steve turned down the TV, startled when he'd heard the thumping again.

He didn't know what to expect. In a town like Hawkins, a town with monsters and alternate dimensions, that sound could be anything.

Steve grabbed one of his dad's golf clubs and slowly ascended the steps. He heard the sound of his window slowly sliding shut as he reached the top of the steps.

He crept to his room and swung the door open, gasping at the sight, nearly swinging his golf club.

"Wait wait wait!" A familiar voice exclaimed in the darkness.

Steve slowly lowered the club. "...Hargrove?" He shook his head. "No way, we watched you die."

"I didn't die. I woke up in the morgue and some...guys and a lady in suits came right away and—and they sedated me and brought me to some lab to...study me. They kept running all these tests on me and shocking me until I would flatline."

"So...what you can't die?"

"I dunno, maybe I can. But I don't wanna die."

"I just..." Steve shook his head in disbelief. "I don't get it. I-I watched you...take a tentacle through the chest. How are you alive?"

"Because whatever that...dark shadow thing did to me...it changed my body. My...organs can like...regenerate."

"That's...uh...that's...pretty cool."

"I dunno, whatever, I guess. Look, I'm sorry about before. About everything. The fight, being an asshole, trying to kill everyone—"

"The last part wasn't your fault, but I'll forgive you for everything else." Steve finally disarmed himself and set the golf club on his bed.

"So, uh..."

There was a loud urgent banging on the door. They looked at one another with wide eyes.

"Do they have a tracker on you?"

"I ditched it before I came here."

"Why exactly did you come here?"

"Because no one would expect me to come here."

The banging could be heard once more.

"Please, Harrington. Please don't tell anyone I'm here. I'm begging you."

Steve left his room without another word, descending the steps.

"Alright, alright, I'm comin'!" He shouted before swinging the door open. "Can I help you?"

"Hello again, Mr. Harrington. Do you remember me?"

"Yeah, sure. How can I help you, agents?"

"A...subject escaped from our lab. He may or may not have disguised himself as Billy Hargrove, the young man who was under the influe—"

"I know who he is. So there's some...thing shapeshifting as Billy?"

"That's correct. If you have any information about the subject's whereabouts, we need you to tell us."

"Did you check Max's house?"

"Of course."

If there was anything Steve learned from all this, it was not to trust the government, especially after how they tried to cover up Will's disappearance.

"Well, you're at the wrong place. Billy and I hated each other. There's no way he, or something disguised as him would think I'd even let him in the door."

The agent nodded. "Understandable. But if you do encounter the subject, do not engage." He held out a card. "Call us immediately."

"Yeah, sure thing. G'night." He waited until the agents piled into their cars and drove away before making his way to the steps, stopping mid-step.

What if what they said was true?

He shook the thought away. As if he'd trust those agents.

But, that didn't stop him from wondering about it. What if this shapeshifter knew Billy hated Steve and saw him as an easy mark to kill?

Maybe he was overthinking it.

He returned upstairs, finding Billy cowering beneath his desk.

"You can come out now."

Billy slowly crawled out. "Are they gone?"

"Yep. I told them they came to the wrong place because you'd never come here."

"That's exactly why I'm here. I'm so glad I was able to trust you."

"But can I trust you?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"If you're the real Billy, do you remember what you said to me in the shower at school that one time?"

"When I told you there're plenty of bitches in the sea and I'd be—"

"Sure to leave me some, yeah." Steve chuckled. "You really got under my skin."

"That was kinda the point."

"So uh...what are you gonna do now?"

"Can I stay here?'

Steve's eyes widened. "Here?!"

"Just for tonight. I swear I'll be gone before sunrise."

Steve reached over and flipped his light switch.

"Jesus..." He whispered to himself in disbelief.

In the bedroom lighting, he was able to see the marks that covered Billy's shirtless body, and the oversized collar around his neck. He couldn't understand how he was able to make it to his house in the cold in only a pair of shorts, with that big contraption around his neck.

"What...is that thing?" Steve asked, slowly approaching.

"It's a shock collar. Like they put on fucking animals. I guess they saw me as an animal too."

"Can you take it off?"

"No, it's...screwed on."

"I—stay here. I'll take it off you."

Steve raced to his garage and grabbed the tool kit. He approached Billy with a screwdriver in hand, pitying him as he backed further into the corner.

"It's alright, man. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna get that contraption off of you."

Billy stepped out of the corner, allowing Steve to slowly unscrew the collar, revealing a neck covered in nicks and burns.

"You...want a shower? Maybe some food?"

"Please. I haven't eaten in months."

"What?"

"I've just been sustained with a fucking IV." He showed Steve the bruising from the ripped out IV.

"Go. Use the shower. I'll bring something upstairs for you."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead. It's down the hall to the left."

"Thanks."

Steve watched as Billy disappeared down the hall and into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

He went back downstairs, grabbed the rest of his food and split it into 2 plates, before deciding maybe Billy should have it all and he can have a bowl of cereal if he got hungry again.

Steve brought the plate upstairs and grabbed some clothes from his dresser, then knocked on the bathroom door.

"It's just me." He called out. "Got some clothes here for you."

Billy turned the shower off and opened the door, gently grasping the clothes.

"Food's in my room when you're ready."

Billy nodded, gently closing the door.

Steve sat at his desk, sighing to himself. He loudly groaned when he heard his phone ringing downstairs.

"How many times am I gonna have to walk up and down these goddamn stairs?" He mumbled to himself.

"Hello?"

"Steve? Dude, did you hear?!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Yeah, I heard."

"Is it really a shapeshifter? Or is it actually Billy?"

"I dunno, Dustin, but I don't think we should talk about this over the phone. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow after school."

"Yeah—okay, yeah! Can you pick me up from school?"

Steve sighed. "Sure thing, buddy."

"Cool, later Steve!"

Steve hung up the phone, sighing to himself before returning upstairs to find Billy wolfing down the food, spilling crumbs all over his bed.

"Oh, sorry...did you want some?"

"No, I uh...I already ate."

Billy proceeded to wolf down his food, and Steve just sat there, with so many questions in his mind.

"That was good. Thanks, pretty boy. Want me to wash my dish—"

"No. It-it's fine. You should probably stay up here. I'll go sleep on the couch—"

"No! I-I mean...I don't wanna put you out. I should—I should sleep on the floor."

"In your condition? I can't let you do that." Steve shook his head in contest.

"I just..." Billy sighed. "I don't want to be alone."

Steve looked into Billy's frightened eyes. "They really hurt you in that lab, huh?"

Billy nodded.

This wasn't the Billy steve once knew, but he wasn't a shapeshifter, or a clone, or whatever bullshit the government agents tried to feed him. This was the real Billy. A scared young guy who had been abused relentlessly.

"I'll stay with you tonight. We can listen to the radio until we fall asleep, yeah?"

"You don't think they'll come back, do you?"

"Those agents? No..." Steve paused. "Probably not."

Billy disappointedly sighed.

"I could...stay awake. If it'll help you sleep easier." Steve suggsted.

"I don't want you to do that either. Let's just...sleep. However much we can."

Billy huddled close to the wall while Steve turned on the radio on low volume then crawled into the bed. He placed a pillow between himself and Billy.

This is so weird. Steve thought as he stared at Billy. He watched the pitiful mess sleep peacefully on the left side of his bed.

When Billy rolled over and draped his arm over Steve's shoulder, he initially thought to move it, but, he chose not to. Instead, he reached over and caressed his cheek, a tender moment shared between Billy and the only person who knew he was still alive.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for 6 months #take it #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #ivy.doc #caliscoops.doc

[nsftventurelovebot]

A/N: Oh my god? A request? That I got done? No way– anyway sorry this took so long but here it is! Link to request is here!

Premise: As it turns out, there really wasn't anything to worry about. Fem!reader x AMAB!Venture!

Warning: None for this one!

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Kiriko asks.

You look timidly around the break room of the donut shop before speaking up again. She flipped the sign up front to 'Closed' so you didn't run the risk of anyone coming in and overhearing your conversation. No one else was present except for the two of you, and it was awkwardly quiet except for the hum of kitchen appliances that could be heard through out the store.

"Promise you won't laugh?" You ask, shame beginning to show on your face.

"No guarantees, but I can promise I won't make fun of you!"

Good enough, you guess. You sigh and slump into the worn down couch and cast your gaze downwards.

"Sloan is visiting me again tonight." You begin.

"Uh huh. And?" Kiriko sits across from you on one of the equally overused chairs.

"Never mind." You clasp your hands around your face in sheer embarrassment.

"You really came over here just to chicken out at the last moment? Is it really that bad?" She wonders.

You take a deep breath and lay your hands back down, but you still can't bring yourself to look at your friend just yet.

"We have a date tonight– and last time we– we tried to have– you know..." You explain the situation to the best of your ability.

"Okay, so what went wrong? Just didn't feel confident enough?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Kind of. I told them I was too nervous and that maybe next date we could try again, and they were fine with that! But..." You took one more shaky breath inwards.

"Please don't tell anyone! I'm a virgin–" You admit, your face turning ruby red at the mention of the word 'virgin'.

"Ah. I see." No laughter from Kiriko so far. Off to a good start. "Does Sloan know?"

"Yes! Kind of..." You bite your lip and ball the fabric of your clothes in a fit of nervousness.

"Kind of? What do you mean 'kind of'?"

"What I mean is, they know I'm a virgin... but what they don't know is..." You cower in defeat. If you were going to get advice, then unfortunately you were going to have to give a little more dirt on yourself. "I have never once... um... orgasmed in my entire life." The last part of the sentence leaves your mouth faster than a bullet train.

Kiriko thinks about your confession for a few moments. Thoughts race frantically through your mind until you hear her speak up again.

"There's not really an issue here. Not one I can see, anyway." She responds. "If I was them, knowing all of that would just make me work harder to ensure you had a good time."

You feel like you can relax a little more now. Your shy hand rubs your arm to try and bring yourself a little more comfort.

"So... it's not embarrassing?" You sincerely ask, glancing up to meet her gaze.

"No! Why would it be?" She gives you a smile.

"I don't know. I just figured having no experience was a turn off." You remember all of the stories you've read online. "It's just awkward for the other person, you know?"

Kiriko stands up from her seat to stretch. "Look at who you're sleeping with. Awkward is their middle name." She laughs at her own joke. "Let's get you some donuts. Everything will work out just fine, I'd put money on that."

You follow her into the front of the store and she graciously prepares you a to-go box with all the leftovers that didn't sell today.

"Don't worry about it, alright? Everything will work out. I promise." She hands you the box of goodies.

"Thanks again, Kiriko." You smile.

"You're welcome, [Y/N]. Now get out, I'm ready to go home!" She tacks another joke on to the end of her sincerity.

You shuffle out the door and back into the night.

"[Y/N]!" You can hear Sloan call out into your home, haphazardly tossing their jacket on to the floor and leaving their boots kicked off by the door. "Mi sol, mi cielo, mi vida–"

"Yes?" You cut them off by offering them a donut.

"Oooh! I love donuts!" They take one and immediately begin stuffing themself. "So, how was your day?"

"Uneventful." You decide not to bring up the conversation with Kiriko.

You watch as your beloved flops down on to your couch. "Really? Nothing interesting?" They ask with a mouth half full of pastry.

"Well– I got donuts. That's about it. We can't all live exciting lives." You take a seat next to them and place your head lovingly on their shoulder.

"I get that– sometimes I miss the peace and quiet." Their voice once again becomes clear, and you're a little surprised they didn't end up choking themself.

They lean over to affectionately nuzzle your face. "Or maybe just you. I can't tell."

You softly giggle as they begin to pepper kisses to your face.

"I missed you a lot today though! Look at what we were studying!" They take out their phone to show you the photos they took.

"Statues...?" You question.

The statues were absolutely beautiful– you were almost a little jealous. Whoever had created them clearly had an eye for their models.

"They reminded me of you, except you're much prettier!"

You can't help but turn pink from the compliment. "Aww, you're just saying that..."

You glance away to hide yourself, but they place a hand under your face to guide it back to their gaze. For a moment they're quiet as they study your features as if you were a true statue.

"No, I mean it..." They lean for a quick kiss.

A smile lights up your face.

"You belong in a museum. You're angelic enough to be the main display!" Their obvious, near cringe worthy flirting has you becoming flustered regardless.

"Oh, please..." You lightly brush off their sweet words again.

Without hesitance they bring your face back up to theirs and begin repeatedly placing delicate kisses to your lips. Warmth begins to stir inside your body from the affection, and you adjust yourself to perch on their lap as their arms move to wrap around your waist. You let out a soft sigh of content before they continue to run their mouth.

"I'd say you definitely deserve to be immortalized."

"Oh my God. Shut up!" You tease.

"What? Can't handle the truth?" They scoop you up and you lean into their body for support.

Before you can come up with a reply, they press more kisses to the exposed skin of your neck and you can feel your nerves sizzling after each contact. You can hear your breath grow heavier as they move lower down your neck before stopping completely at your collarbone. They tug at the top of their shirt and discard it to the side, revealing years worth of drill lifting underneath. Kiriko's words begin to echo in the back of your mind: "Don't worry about it, alright? Everything will work out. I promise."

"You okay?" Sloan's voice snaps you back to reality.

"Yes. I'm fine–" Your face was turning pinker by the minute.

"We can stop if you're uncomfortable." They add.

"No! It's alright, but–" The words you want to say become a jumbled mess in your mind. "Before we go any further, there's something you need to know–"

You can feel their grip on your waist relax before you continue speaking. "You already know the first part–" The words begin to throttle you relentlessly. "But– I've never came before in my entire life..."

You can't bring yourself to look at them directly after admitting something you found to be so shameful.

"I didn't want to say anything, but I figured you deserved to know." You bite your lip out of nervousness. "I didn't want you to be embarrassed about being with me..."

If it could get any quieter in the room you shared, surely you could hear them think. Then, as if fully done loading and processing, you can feel their arms around your waist tighten once more in an attempt to comfort you.

"[Y/N]... why would I be embarrassed about that?" They ask out of genuine curiosity.

"I don't know. I've heard people don't like it when their partners are inexperienced." You recount the tales you've read online, just like when you were talking with Kiriko.

With minimal effort they lift you off the couch and you instinctively wrap your legs around their waist before burying your face in their chest.

"I don't know who you've been talking to, but they're wrong."

You can feel them heading in the direction of your bedroom, and with each foot step nervousness swarms inside your stomach. They delicately lay your flushed body down on the mattress before standing back to admire you.

"I'm happy you trust me with this." You'd never get used to them sounding so serious– but you also have to admit it was a little bit of a turn on. "Let's get you properly taken care of."

Shyness begins to fill your body and you're unsure of what to do next. All you can do for now is watch as they work on their pants– unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling the fabric down to reveal the noticeable bulge in their boxers underneath.

That's definitely all you can stare at for a minute.

"Now it's your turn." You can feel their fingers hook into your pants and you lightly lift up your hips to help remove them.

The air feels cool on your heated skin.

"I– I don't know if I'm ready just yet..." You bite your lip once more and squeeze your legs together in a poor attempt to ease the pulsing sensation present in your core.

Sloan gently removes your shirt next before laying it next to your forgotten pants. Now it was just the two of you, barely dressed, staring at one another in need.

They laugh lightly at your statement, but not out of meanness. "You will be when I'm finished with you."

Your heart leaps into your throat from excitement.

Their hand cups your face and another undetectable sigh leaves your mouth as you lean into their touch. A thumb lightly brushes over your lips causing sparks to dance across your frying senses. They lean over to give you heavy kisses next, your eyes squeezing shut to focus on receiving their affection, and with every kiss they place you can feel the elation in your body expanding in an almost overwhelming way.

They pull away long enough to give you instructions.

"Just lay back, alright?"

You do as you're told, your hair fanning out against the cold pillow underneath your head. Immediately they join you by your side, and you lovingly lean into their body for support. The hand that once cupped your face now slides down your clamped shut thighs and stops just above the fabric of your underwear.

"Open? For me?" They ask, almost plead, waiting for your permission.

Without hesitance your thighs part just enough to let their hand sneak in between them. Once again you can feel the sparks igniting as their fingers lightly brush against your clothed folds, your hips jolting upwards into their touch. You can feel them begin to tease you through the fabric, drawing an involuntary whimper out from your open mouth.

Your brain is already melting and they've barely gotten started on you.

Something akin to English starts to leave your mouth, but all that comes out is jumbled nonsense in between heavy pants. It draws out another laugh from your beloved.

You can feel your underwear being parted to the side, Sloan's face closing in on yours to smother you in kisses. Their finger slips in between your slick folds and starts to trace tight circles around your aching clit. This draws out the most heavenly sounds they've ever heard from you, and they swallow your moans whole with their tongue inside your mouth. An intense pressure builds up inside your hips as you revel in your new found euphoria, reaching up to hold their face with your sweaty palm as you start the chase the high they're providing you.

Without even realizing it, tears have started pouring out from sheer joy. So this is what you've been missing out on your entire life...? You are chained in the present moment, feeling every flick of the aroused nerves of your wet heat.

You can feel the intensity increasing with every repetition of their fingers. Your legs begin to tremble and you have to fight the urge to close them again– it's beyond overwhelming, the sensations were simply all consuming at this point. Your mind goes blank and glimmering stars begin to pop up behind your closed eyes. For what feels like an eternity, you brace for the inevitable as you push yourself against the warm skin of your beloved to let them know you're close. They only separate from your mouth to watch as your face transforms from the unfathomable amount of pleasure they're providing you.

They begin whispering to you in a raspy voice, and you can practically hear the grin on their face. "You look so beautiful like this. More beautiful than any statue I've ever seen."

The compliment would make you blush, if it wasn't for the fact you were already vermillion.

"Come for me." Once again, they sound as if they're pleading more than asking.

The words hardly register in your molten brain as your hips lift off the mattress in pure, unadulterated bliss. The wave of your orgasm hits you like an earthquake and nearly knocks the breath out of you– and one more follows suit before you can prepare for it. Only then do they remove their fingers from between your thighs, letting you gently fall into your after glow.

"You did so well for me–" You can hear and feel the panting of their heated breath on your sweating skin. "I'm so proud of you!"

"But I didn't do anything..." You reply.

"Yes you did! You were good for me!" They insist, and you feel your heart soften with their words.

Your eyes flutter open and you're greeted with an equally as red Sloan hovering beside you. The fingers that just sent you plummeting over the edge are brought up to their mouth, before they envelope them to taste the remnants of you. They look at you directly before they exit with a popping noise.

"Pretty good, in case you were wondering."

If only you could form a proper reaction to that sentence.

"So– you don't mind if I finish, right? I'm dying over here..."

For a moment you're confused until you glance down at them palming at the tent of their boxers. You currently have no energy left to speak up, so you simply nod your head in approval.

They sit up before positioning themself on their knees directly between your exhausted legs.

"I know you're tired, so I'll make this quick." Then the realization hits. "Not that I'm quick. You know what I mean." They defend themself a little too eagerly, causing you to let out a halfhearted giggle.

"We'll save actual sex for later... just be good for me one more time. Clamp your legs shut."

You do as you're told.

It takes a little more adjusting before they're fully ready, letting your legs rest on their shoulders as their hands grasp the outside of your thighs. Something hard prods against the back of your legs before it inserts itself between them, just above your clothed heat. You can feel it throb before it pushes out the other side and reveals itself to you.

The first thing you notice was the piercing.

Your beloved begins to thrust themself between your legs and you watch, practically hypnotized, as the metallic silver object disappears and reappears sporadically in between the folds of your thighs.

"Is there any way I can help?" You gather up the courage to ask, watching them continue to work towards completion on their own.

They look up at you and smile, sweat already forming on their body.

"You're doing enough already–" They let out a groan as you run a finger over the piercing when shows itself to you again.

"It's okay." You reach down to slide your underwear down your legs and kick them to the side. "I want to help."

Your legs timidly wrap around their waist to bring them closer. For a moment they can barely help themself as they grab their cock and begin rubbing the pierced head between your folds. You bite your tongue from the over sensitivity of your clit from two whole orgasms, but you persevere.

"You really don't have to do this–" Despite their body practically dripping with the near feral need for you, they hold back, just in case.

"I'm more than ready." You rack your brain for something more exciting to say, and pray it didn't sound stupid when it left your mouth. "I need it. Please? For me?"

"Aww... I can't say no to that..." They reply.

You can feel the head resting against your sobbing entrance. A sharp pain seers through your hips as you're slowly stretched out, and a pained whine leaves your mouth.

"I know! I'm sorry! You're doing so well, though!" Sloan encourages you, lifting one of your legs to place it over their shoulder once more. "I'm so proud of you!" They reiterate.

You take a deep breath as they push further inside of you before their piercing brushes up against the sensitive nerves within, causing an electric sensitivity to buzz to life.

"[Y/N]..." A desperateness taints their voice as they push further, and yet another cry from you comes forth. "Taking me so well..."

With one last thrust they finally bottom out and you feel a flash of relief. While the pain was still somewhat present you could feel yourself adjusting with each onslaught of their hips, with the metal grazing against the bundle of electricity inside you. It's just enough to keep you distracted before the carnal delight returns once more. Only then can you truly get lost in all the sensations they worked so hard to bring to you.

"More– need– more–" Drool begins to form at the edges of your mouth as you glare upwards at your beloved with glazed over eyes. "Please give me everything you have–"

Their fingers dig into your flesh and leave tiger stripes in their wake as the speed picks up. The rugged pounding of your hips sends ripples into the sweating skin of your legs– it was harsh, but it was everything you needed. All the sounds they were drawing from you were more than enough to keep them going for as long as they could manage.

And soon enough they are completely focused on just two things:

You.

And how pretty you were about to look painted in white.

You can feel yourself grip them as hard as you can to chase one last burst of orgasmic satisfaction. It's definitely not as intense as your first two, but it's there, and it doesn't go unnoticed by either one of you– it's just enough to let your back arch off the mattress one more time and flood your brain with the dopamine you're frantically searching for in all of this. The stars descend upon you again until you feel something warm coat your torso and part of your face that snaps you out of your trance.

Your fingers brush up against your cheek to wipe off the fluid.

"Uhh... sorry about that... let me grab a towel–"

They barely turn before they see you stick your come coated fingers in your mouth. You do the same to everything that splashed out on your stomach and chest.

"Pretty good, in case you were wondering." You mimicked their words from earlier.

If you both weren't so exhausted, seeing that would've made them hard enough for round two. Instead, you just watch as they collapse next to you and feel their arms wrap around you to hold you close.

Sweaty.

Sleepy.

Satisfied.

Your beloved nuzzles your face with theirs despite the dripping sweat– after all, it's not like yours is any different at this point.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" They worry, bringing a hand back up to your face to comfort you.

You shake your head.

"Good. Uh– I guess I also have a confession to make."

"Hm?" Your tired voice cracks making even the simplest noise in response.

"That was also the first time I ever came in my entire life." They admit.

Your eyes widen in surprise.

"So you really had nothing to worry about!" They add.

"You're joking."

"Nope! Kiriko told me everything. I figured I'd just wait and show you." They grin.

Kiriko.

"Remind me to call her later." You grumble.

The look on your face apparently said everything.

"Uh oh."

You sigh. "Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it in the morning." You pause for a minute, thinking back to your conversation with her. "I guess she was right, though. I didn't have anything to worry about."

Sloan once again nuzzles up to your face and the annoyance almost immediately leaves your body.

"Let's just get some rest. I'm exhausted." You turn and finally let your body rest atop your beloved. "Thank you for being so understanding."

"Nothing could ever make me think less of you, mi tesoro. I promise." You can feel their arms wrap around you to hold you close.

For a minute you fall silent to listen to their heartbeat.

"It's mutual." You promised them back.

#FUCK IT WE POST AT 2:30 AM #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #venture overwatch #venture ow2 #venture x reader #venture x you #sloan cameron #sloane cameron

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 9

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"Morning, Adele."

"Good morning, Jacob" she said as walked into the kitchen.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I actually did, yes. You?"

"I slept alone, so I did not sleep as well as you did" he sighed. "Morning, Mason."

"Morning, guys" he yawned.

"Good morning, Mase" Adele smiled as he sat down next to her and poured himself some coffee. 

"Why are you laughing?"

"Me? I'm not laughing, bro" Jacob said. 

"You are laughing."

"I… Ok, I am. But it's just that… Guys, you don't have to pretend in front of me."

"Pretend what?" Adele asked.

"That you didn't shag last night" Jacob chuckled.

"That we did what?" she said, Mason almost choking with his coffee.

"Oh, c'mon. I saw you go upstairs together, neither of you came back to the party, you Adele stayed for the night, and today you've woken up at the same time."

"I stayed because of Jourdan" she said.

"And waking up at the same time is just a coincidence" Mason added.

"Sure, bro. Sure" Jacob laughed. "But I also saw the photos."

"The photos? What photos?" Adele asked.

"The ones of you two making out on the balcony. They look steamy even if it was dark."

"There are… photos?"

"Yep. Look" Jacob said, showing them his phone.

"You gotta be kidding me" Adele muttered as she scrolled down. The photos were blurry due to the darkness and the distance, but you could see it was them. And if you didn't know what was really happening, it definitely looked like they were kissing, her hand cupping Mason's face, his forehead resting on hers. And then when they had sat down on a big chair to just talk about whatever crossed their minds, cuddling to not get too cold, it also looked as if they had kept kissing. 

"I can't believe it. I can't fucking believe it!" Mason said, standing up and starting to pace around the kitchen.

"How… How did they manage to get these photos? We were at the back of the house, you can't see that from the street" Adele said, checking them again.

"The neighbours' house."

"Isn't that empty?" Jacob asked.

"It is. But I guess they rented it for the night or something. Fuck!" Mason said, running his hands through his hair and making Adele fear he may try and pull it out. "They invaded my privacy. Our privacy. I can't fucking believe they went that far just to get some blurry photos!"

"Mase…" Adele said, also getting up from her chair. "It's ok, relax."

"No, it isn't ok, Addie. They were already crossing many lines when they were following us everywhere and harassing you, but this? This?"

"Mase, it's ok" she repeated, taking a step closer to where he was standing.

"It isn't, Adele! We should feel and be safe in our homes, and we can't anymore. We can't!" he cried.

"Oh, Mase" she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.  

"We aren't safe anymore. You aren't" he sobbed on her shoulder, hugging her back. 

"It's ok" she whispered while caressing the back of his head and trying to comfort him.

"I… I think I'll leave you two alone" Jacob said behind them.

"It's ok, Mase. Let it all out" Adele whispered again, Mason's body shaking against hers while he cried. She had never seen him like this, so angry and sad at the same time. So vulnerable. 

"I'm sorry, Addie" he said after a while.

"What for? This is just water, it'll dry" she chuckled, looking at her shoulder.

"That too" he said with a little smile. "But I'm sorry about getting you into this mess."

"You seriously need to stop apologizing for that."

"It is the truth, tho…"

"Shh" she said, putting a finger on his lips and then quickly moving it away, the sensation of having them on her skin making her feel something she couldn't quite understand. "Anyway, why don't we go get ourselves some breakfast, uh? Maybe some chocolate donuts?" 

"I'm sure there are even more paparazzis than last night waiting for us outside. Leaving the house will be almost impossible" Mason sighed. 

"Maybe we can help" Jourdan said, making both Adele and Mason jump. "Sorry" she smiled. "But I think I know how you can leave the house and not have the paps following you."

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"Best donuts ever" Mason said, giving one a huge bite.

"Best donuts ever" Adele smiled. "I still can't believe Jourdan's plan worked, tho."

"Neither do I, to be honest. Faking to be us? Amazing" he chuckled. 

That had been her brilliant idea. She and Mason's friend, the one she had spent the night with, would leave the house in Mason's car. He would wear a hat so no one could properly see his face, and Jourdan would also cover hers, acting as if they were Mason and Adele trying to go unnoticed and not give the paparazzis the photos they wanted. Then the real Mason and Adele would be leaving the house in his friend's car a couple of minutes later, going in the opposite direction and hoping that the photographers would not pay too much attention to them since they would be thinking they had already left.

"What matters is that it worked and that we've been able to have a nice and quiet breakfast."

"Yeah. Cheers to them" Mason said, lifting what was left of his donut before eating it, making Adele laugh.

"Is that your mum?" she asked when his phone pinged. They had called her and Elizabeth to ask for advice regarding the photos, and they had promised to call back after talking with some people they knew.

"I wish" he sighed.

"Your agency, then?"

"Yeah" he said as his phone pinged again.

"Shouldn't you reply? Check what they want?"

"I know what they want. But there is nothing I can do about it."

"Why?"

"Because it's about the Valentine's Day campaign, Addie. Today is the last day to send the photos, and I still haven't sent them yours."

"Oh… I see" she said, playing with her coffee cup. "Which brand did you say it was for?"

"The one that has you looking at me in just my underwear wherever you go" Mason chuckled.

"I still have nightmares with those photos" she teased him. "Will you lose the contract with them if you don't send them the photo?"

"It's very likely, yes."

"Then send them one."

"What?"

"Send them a photo with me. The one Alex took of us this Christmas, for example" Adele said.

It was Christmas morning and they all were wearing their matching pyjamas, a tradition Toni and Elizabeth had started when they were two young models who would spend the holidays away from their families. Adele's dad had told a really bad joke, and both her and Mason were laughing, him grabbing her arm and resting his head on her shoulder like he always did when he laughed. It was a candid photo, and it had become one of her favourites of them together. Sharing it and having everyone seeing it felt odd, but she couldn't stand seeing Mason look so miserable or having him lose an important contract because of her. 

"Addie… are you sure?" 

"I am. 100%. Send it to them."

"What made you change your mind?" he asked while scrolling on his phone to find the photo.

"Uh?"

"I'm pretty sure that twenty four hours ago you would have said no if I had asked again. Was it because you found out about the brand it was for?" he smirked as he lifted his eyes from his phone. 

"I don't know what you mean."

"I think you've changed your mind because you don't want to miss seeing me in my underwear every time you are out and about and see a bus" Mason said, his smirk getting bigger.

"Whatever" Adele replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Addie, you are blushing."

"Shut up!" 

"Your face is so red…" he laughed.

"If you keep making fun of me, I'll say no to sending the photo."

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry" he said as he went back to his phone, the smirk still on his face. "But if you want to see me in my underwear, you just have to ask."

"Mason!" Adele said, now definitely feeling her cheeks on fire.

"It was just a joke, relax" he laughed. Though there was something on the way he had looked at her when he had said it, that made her not believe him. At least not completely. "Thank you for this, Addie. It means a lot."

"I know, that's why I'm doing it. So don't ruin it, ok?"

"Ok" Mason smiled, that dimple of his showing and making Adele blush a bit more, her stomach doing something funny. Though it probably was just that she had eaten too many donuts, right? Nothing else.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[waywardangel-wilds]

Helloo hello, I love your blog and your work. 🫶I saw you are open to receiving prompts so I thought I’d give an idea to see your take on it. Basically, there’s a superstition that if you deny a pregnant woman her craving, the baby will be born with a mark of whatever the food was. When Katniss’ mom was pregnant with her, she for some reason could not get ahold of a Mellark pastry that she was craving desperately, and lo and behold little Katniss comes out with the birthmark in the shape of the delicacy. And if Peeta gets to have a story from a parent about Katniss, then let’s assume that before her father passed, her parents would always have a laugh reminding her of the birthmark and the story behind it.

I might have written more than you wanted me to write but I LOVED this prompt. Thank you!

[ Little M ]

"And this little piggie--"

"Daddy!" she squealed, tugging her foot free from her father's grasp.

"What is that?" the man smiled, "is my little girl ticklish?"

Katniss squealed again, rolling over onto her belly as her father tickled her. On the other side of the bed her mother laughed, and Katniss, seeing a potential savior, stretched out her little arms in supplication. "Mama!"

"Sorry baby," Her mother shook her head with a grin. She readjusted the baby in her arms. "Your sister needs me."

"Ha!" her father exclaimed, tossing Katniss up into the air and catching her with ease, "I win!"

"I wasn't playing anything, silly." Katniss tried her best to sound superior but the smile kind of ruined the effect. "You have to tell others if there's a game, Daddy, or it's cheatin', you know?"

"Ah, I had no idea," he replied seriously, setting her down on the mattress. "Sorry!" He tweaked her nose and Katniss laughed. "Hey! Don't laugh, I'm being honest!"

"Daddy," Katniss shook her head.

"Sorry!" her father repeated, poking her ribs playfully. "Sorry again!" he poked her again, causing the little girl to giggle and collapse onto the pillows behind her, "Sorry!"

"No!" Katniss laughed, twisting sideways.

"Here come the berries!" her father announced, leaning over to blow a raspberry on her belly. "Do I win now?"

"No!"

"Guess I just gotta try harder," her father tsk'd and blew another raspberry on her belly.

"No!" Katniss yanked on her father's long braid. "Y-you win Daddy!"

"That's what I like to hear," He smiled and settled his scratchy chin on her belly. At their side, Katniss's mother shook her head.

"Spruce, don't you go teaching her any of that bad attitude of yours."

"I didn't do anything!" Spruce replied playfully. To Katniss, he shot a 'secret' wink. "Right birdie?"

"Right!" Katniss agreed, grinning. Spruce smiled warmly, cuddling up to her side. "What's this, daddy?"

"Huh?" Spruce asked as Katniss poked the skin on his cheek. "You mean this?" he clarified, pointing to the beauty mark on his cheek.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"It's like a birthmark. Lots of people have 'em." he explained, brushing the loose hair away from her face. He sat up and got started on the nightly task of combing her hair. At their side, Katniss' mother murmured to the baby.

Katniss frowned. After a long moment, she said, "But I don't have one," upset by the notion.

Spruce chuckled. "That's okay. You don't need to have one, some people just do."

"Why?" Katniss asked.

"Hmm, I don't know." Spruce yawned. He glanced towards his wife, just to check-in. "I think it's just one of those things. Like spots on leaves, and bright feathers. Just another nice thing from Mother Nature."

"Creator?" Katniss asked as her father tucked her into bed beside her sister.

"Yes baby, the earth, that's everybody's mama." Spruce settled in beside her, rubbing a soothing pattern against her hair. "Go to sleep now, okay? It's late."

"But I wanna have one too," Katniss insisted.

"You already have a special one yourself." Katniss's mother murmured. Spruce's sleepy eyes met his wife's equally tired gaze. She smiled. "On your foot."

"My foot?"

"Mmhmm," Katniss's mother gently tugged the little girl's foot out from under the blanket. "See? Right here."

"Wow," Katniss gazed at her foot in amazement, her little fingers tracing the birthmark there. "It looks like an M!"

"Shh," Spruce glanced anxiously at the baby, but Prim stayed asleep. "Remember, you're a big sister now, you gotta keep an eye out for Prim."

Katniss looked spooked, "I'm sorry."

"That's okay, next time." Spruce soothed. He looked at Katniss's birthmark and a funny memory resurfaced from somewhere in his sleepy brain. "Did you know there's a reason why it looks like an M?"

"Really?" Katniss's reply was filled with eagerness, he was certain it'd take him longer than normal to get her to fall asleep. Thinking about it, that was probably his own fault.

"Yup. It happened when you were in Mama's belly." Spruce pulled Katniss closer to his side, mindful of the sleepy pair next to them. "You see, when babies are inside their mommy's bellies, they sometimes ask for special food."

"Sometimes?" his wife laughed softly.

"Okay, maybe all the time," he agreed. "It's very important that daddies get these special foods, it helps the babies grow big and strong."

"What special foods did I want, Daddy?" Katniss gazed up at him with round eyes.

"Oh, all kinds of stuff. Strawberries. Fish. Milk. Even dirt!" He grinned down at Katniss's expression. "Hey, you're the yucky one!"

"Shh, Spruce." His wife chuckled. "Out of all of those things you wanted bread the most. Everyday," she added.

"I like bread!" Katniss agreed.

"I know you do." Spruce nodded. "So, sometimes when the daddies can't get the special food the babies are born with a special birthmark. Just like this one, see? M, for Mellark's bakery. Seems like you couldn't decide on just one thing, you wanted to eat the whole building."

"Spruce," his wife said as she laughed. "I'm trying to sleep!"

He shrugged, "It's the truth. We've got a shameless eater on our hands."

"Daddy," Katniss smiled in confusion. She didn't know what shameless meant yet. "Do all babies have special birthmarks?"

"No, only some." He tucked his daughter's foot back into the blanket. "Sleepin' time kiddo."

"But I'm not sleepy!"

"Uh oh, guess you'll just have to stay up by yourself, 'cause I'm going to sleep." He closed his eyes but peaked at her through his lashes. "I'm sleeping."

"No, you're not!" Katniss giggled.

"Sleeping! Honest!" He fake snored. "See?"

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Fourteen years later

"Do you remember anything else about your dad?"

"Hmm," Peeta tapped the pencil against his lips. "Honestly? Da wasn't much of a talker. I remember him taking me to school sometimes. Oh, and he always used to tie my shoes, I mean, 'till Ma told him to stop or I'd 'never learn anything.'" He rolled his eyes. "Other than that? I think I remember your dad more than mine right now."

"My dad?" Katniss cocked her head. She placed a warm mug of tea on the table in front of him. "What do you remember?"

Peeta blushed, somehow still capable of getting embarrassed over memories of his childhood. "I remember him coming by to trade. I mostly paid attention because I hoped you'd be there, but he came attached to you so I would keep an eye out. Plus, I wanted to see if I could ever catch him singing."

"Did you?"

"Sometimes."

"He was amazing," Katniss said wistfully, leaning back against her chair.

"He was," Peeta nodded. "But, I gotta be honest, I was more interested in the other Everdeen."

"Of course," Katniss smiled, still somehow capable of blushing whenever he hit on her. "What do you remember?"

Peeta got a faraway look in his eye. "Just... stuff. Your dad always knocked three times." he imitated the pattern on the table. "The delay always meant 'Katniss' to me."

"You were so obsessed with me," Katniss grinned.

"You know it," he laughed, blushing. "Um, Da would open the door. And he'd say 'Spruce!' like he was surprised and... Oh! Your birthmark! Da always called you Little M, it used to confuse me."

Katniss squinted, trying to remember it herself. "I can't remember that at all."

"Okay, okay listen." Peeta dropped the pencil, too excited by his brain's recall ability. He smiled. "Wow, look at me! I remembered something!"

Katniss laughed, "Don't leave me hanging."

"Okay, okay so..." Peeta paused. "Da would say "Spruce!" then he'd look down at you and he'd say "How are you, Little M?" and you didn't have any front teeth at the time--"

"I had teeth!" She exclaimed.

"Okay, you were missing two front teeth." Peeta corrected. "So anyway, since you were toothless--"

"What?" Katniss was laughing.

"Since you were toothless, every time you talked you whistled." he continued. "So you said everything with an 's' like a snake. I remember it very clearly."

"Glad to see our memory book becoming the 'funny Katniss memories' book." She rolled her eyes and took a sip from her cup.

"Is there any other kind?" He smiled. She jabbed him with her foot in reply, and he caught her ankle. "So Da told me that old wives tale, do you remember it? the one about babies getting food birthmarks because their dads didn't feed their moms their pregnancy cravings?"

"Oh right!" She put the cup down. "My dad told me about that ages ago. Prim must have been..." she trailed off. "What? Six months old? A lifetime ago."

"So now I just gotta check..." he pulled her sock off. "Aha! Little M, how I've longed to see you."

"You wondered about my birthmark?" she wiggled her toes. "It's just a coincidence."

"I don't know, looks like you've been branded Mellark's for life." He tilted her foot towards her. "I don't make the rules, but..."

"But what? I'm yours?" She leaned forward in challenge.

He shrugged cheekily. "Looks like it."

"Guess you'll have to prove it huh?" She grinned, taking off running with a laugh. "You can't catch me!"

"Can't I?" Peeta challenged as he took off after her.

#the hunger games #thg #everlark #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #send asks!! #send asks #everlark prompt #writing prompt #fic prompt #story prompt

[girlfromthecrypt]

I know you weren't thinking I'd skip out on my chapter rant and seeing as i had 2!!! Chapters to catch up on you know this will be lengthy. Apologies and spoilers...ish i will try to make shit vague if i can.

1. I FUCKING LOVE THE KIDS!!! OMG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! I legit died i was like awww omg. No.. not in this story with Liza janes damn creepy ass creatures! Get the kids out of here!!! 😭

But no for real i loved them and i love kids in gen so it was just adorable!

2. The creepy kid thing. Didn't we discuss this even before you even uploaded the demo in the first place??? Did we not!! I remember we did and regretting that i even said anything. I shld learn to shut up... she says while writing a long ass rant.

3. You are so wrong!!!! So very wrong for writing that walk scene with Basil. You know what you did there! There is no need to send my head spinning like that you cruel person! I had to take a minute. Stupid basil 🙄🤭🫣

4. Can we just stop letting flo like creepy shit. Stop it! I love you now stop touching creepy crap. We've discussed this omg 😭

On that note the doubt i loved. The whole am i crazy thing. And the ROs not believing you is so on point! You slayed!

5. Sawyer... sawyer is me. It's the spiderman meme. I don't camp i don't do outdoors. I love kids but hate grass. I laughed at the what the f.. redirection because honestly SAME!!

And telling MC i guess you're okay. Bruh. Thanks.. i guess??! I have never related more to being so awkward in my life. They are the grumpycat i needed. And them instantly seeing tht creepy thing and going no. 🤣 and the splashing scene. So aggressive lmao like can you stop sounding like a damn Tsundere 😂

What number am i even on.

Idk.

I loved the little therapy session and i wanted to punch every single ex that hurt any of my poor ROs also who the hell cheats on those ppl. Idiots.

And then more creepiness 🙄💀

You keep scaring the crap out of me. I like and hate it lol

I loved the update!!! You are awesome and you shld know i think that by now. I enjoyed it so much! 😇💜

Wheee I'm so happy! Thank you so much

SO GLAD YOU LOVE THE CAMPERS. They're really important to the story and I love them but I'm terrified of accidentally writing them "wrong" or just plain unlikable. It means so much that you like them, foul-mouthed and messy and rude as they can be :D

HAHAHAHAHA WE DID WE SOOOO DID but I'm sorry the trope is right there it'd be illegal if I didn't use it

"Kneel..." Omg now you need to tell me which crushtype your MC was! I wanna know the exact scene you got hehe

No, sorry. He won't stop. And also, it'll take some time for him to believe the MC, but don't worry, he'll come around! And the others, too. Soon. But for the moment, Basil is the only one who believes MC without reservation.

Also very very happy you enjoyed the local grumpycat. That's really the best moniker for Sawyer, but don't worry, they have a heart ^^ somewhere in there.

The therapy session was like writing a scabbed wound, I was really hoping to make it feel like a hug... if that makes sense

Love love love that I got to scare you! So happy! And your lengthy ask means so much to me, thank you <3

#if: such happy campers #if: wip #interactive fiction #hosted games #choicescript game #dashingdon wip

[clown-owo]

Guardian of the Eastern Gate and the One Entrusted with a Flaming Sword by God: Principality Aziraphale

#good omens spoilers #gos2spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #goodomensedit #gifs #og post #i can't stop thinking about aziraphale so confident and badass saying “i'm prepared to take defensive measures” #and then just. being so useless #my guy says that and then 10 seconds later is like. well that won't hold forever. whats my plan? that was it. #it didn't even last you thirty goddamned seconds aziraphale??? #what were the candles for? nothing. to look threatening i guess #shout out to nina for being like. hey. what the fuck man #but still having the kindness to go. well obviously we won't throw fiction #king couldn't hold off more than 10 lowest level demons on his own without committing a war crime #needed humans to come up with plans for him #anyway. this is my first time making a gifset #sorry if it sucks. i don't know what the standards are for gifsets. i followed a tutorial #and reused the same color adjustments for every gif <- lazy

[vraska-theunseen]

google how to not be sosososo anxious all the time. its not even like stress that motivates me to get things done it's just like. i make a mistake and misunderstood instructions in class and my teacher is like "you were supposed to figure out precisely where 180 was before taping the draft and punching your marks" when i like an idiot guesstimated it and after a moment of me going "oh..." bc its something i can't fix bc i've already punched in all the holes on the part he's like "i think you'll be okay" and goes back to what he's doing and then for three hours im like he's so annoyed with me i bring things to him too much and ask him too many questions and make the stupidest mistakes every day he hates me. i ask a friend something and they don't respond because they're busy or forget about it or don't see it or any number of other reasons and then a couple weeks later i send them something else and they don't respond for a few hours and its enough time for me to convince myself i said something a while ago that they took offense to without realizing and they're ignoring me and i send another message saying "are you mad at me did i do something can you tell me what i did so we can work it out" and he's like "what?". a friend posts about people treating them badly in a way that's clear they're talking about a specific phenomenon or person and im always like omg are they talking about me did i do something bad and not realize it... and its someone i talk to so infrequently and casually it obviously would not be a concern or someone i've known for so many years that they would obviously come to me if there was any conflict that arose. help

#alex talks #one time that friend from the second example had to rescind an invitation for me to come to shabbat dinner bc he said his parents were #hosting an important rabbi and didn't want their sons friends dicking around in the house and i was like ok i get it and then another friend #mentioned to me something that implied they were still going to the friend's house and i had 2 class periods to stew and get anxious and #paranoid and think like does he hate me? does he just not want to invite me specifically? do his parents not like me did they ask him not to #invite me specifically? and then in advisory we're both just sitting there and im like 'so do your parents hate me' and he's like 'what????' #and i'm like 'jakob said they were still going to your house' and he's like '????? my parents told jakobs parents they could come and stay #overnight bc their parents are out of town so jakob has to come over' and i was like 'oh. sorry' and felt so bad about it for the entire day #honestly? now that im thinking about it so many times i've been like manic in that friends dms about something they said that i've made 10 #leaps of logic over so in my head they said a completely different thing but to them i just sound insane and like i'm taking them in the #most bad faith i possibly can. which i guess really i am but i just get so worried #hm i guess manic is a specific word for a mental health symptom idk how else to describe it like i call him and leave a voicemail where ive #worked myself to tears over something i can't even remember now. maybe hysteric? #nobody reads these right

[sonego]

Charles Leclerc trying hard (and failing) to guess the Monte Carlo track in The F2 Emoji Challenge

#charles leclerc #f1 #f1edit #formula one #charles #nico.gif #have these instead of looking at the awful pics of charles being Actually sad and dejected. and stop sharing those. thanks #anyway sorry antonio for cropping you out of these sob ..... i'll make another gif sometime and include you promise <3 #gifset* #this part was so fucking funny i love that they didn't know what prince charles looks like. so true #also can i just say i hate how eng subs often translate 'figura di merda' like . i get it there's no real way to convey that in eng but #looking like an idiot doesn't even come close to covering it #i tried to translate it more aptly #ANYWAY SORRY I'M RAMBLING BUT the way he went through 7 different emotions in the span of a minute was just funny as hell #it starts with him laughing as if he Actually knew that was prince charles. then he makes it clear he doesn't by being sarcastic. #then he looks more and more desperate cause he just Doesn't Get It and then goes back to faking knowing who the dude is #AND THEN . antonio guesses it right . and it was MONTE CARLO of all tracks .......... and that's when the Real Tragedy starts :broken_heart: #jk ..... lmao #he's so funny his expressions in the last gif. comedy gold #'è inglese? ci aiuta moltissimo questo.......' #also his 'GEORGE!!!!!!!!' #i don't know if england even has a prince george (maybe they do idrc) #anyway happy smiling charles <3 look at this <3 <3

[littlest-nightingale]

Being compared to your abuser bc of autism is fun 🫠

#for context. my sister asks where everything goes every time we put away groceries. even though she knows. #and i needed the olives. so i put them on top of the microwave. and knowing that someone would ask #i was like hey. im putting this up here so (sister) won't ask were it goes and put it away #(bc i do find that annoying but SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE #anyway. apparently this is a horrible offense and I'm being sooo mean to her #im sorry??? what??? #i just explained why i did something i knew my parents would ask about. which makes sense to do. #and apparently im “just like the people who dod that to me” and like. no??? #im not actively making fun of her for entertainment. I'm not hitting her for shits and giggles. i just put up a can of fucking olives. #like. i have autism. i don't know how my tone comes off but i wasn't purposely being malicious??????????? at all??? #and then mom called her over to make me apologize and SHE DIDN'T EVEN CARE. WHY DID YOU MAKE SUCH A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT. #so now im just upset and somewhat regressed and I'm just. why. i guess i said it in a way that my parents thought was malicious but from my #perspective. i was just explaining something and then being compared to my abusers. so thats fun and cool #vent regression