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flashbangstars · 2 months

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Domestically, Painfully, Loving.

Pairing: Renjun x Female Reader wc: 2.5k+

Summary: You and Renjun have been roommates for the past two years and apparently the roommate dynamic you thought you had was not very roommate-y

Genre: suggestive, fluff, he and MC are painfully domestic.

Warnings: suggestive at the end/mentions of sex (like I literally just say sex a lot)

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It was for sure one of those mornings. You didn’t wake up to any of your alarms, your windows were drawn, and your bed was too warm to get out of. The thought of skipping the 9 am you had was now in bright bold letters in the forefront of your brain and honestly seemed like the move.

Then all of a sudden I hear this grating voice…. Just kidding it’s just Renjun. You hear him shuffling around in the hallways outside dangerously close to your door. You both had sworn to not lock your doors if it was a regular night because He had claimed it was a safety hazard.

You heard the door knob jingle, and then devastatingly open to Him in all his glory. He was fully dressed minus shoes and had the annoyed look he usually carries when you piss him off.

“It is almost 8:00 and if you don’t get up you’re going to miss your class,” He said sternly as he invited himself into your room and went to your closet

“I think I might just take the L on this one and miss it” you yawned and rolled over turning your back to him.

“No, and please don’t ever say “take the L” in front of me ever again,” Renjun said as he dug through your closet.

“Sorry, Your Highness” your voice strained as you slumped over in bed attempting to get up.

“I put clothes on your chair, I’m giving you 20 minutes and then we are leaving,” He said as he grabbed your wrists pulling you the rest of the way out of bed. Leaving you to your own devices after.

Renjun and you had lived together for 2 years now and this was the dynamic. Renjun helped you keep your shit together, and simultaneously you helped him not lose his. A perfect balance.

On your desk chair was a white sweatshirt and matching white sweatpants. One of the sets you had invested in after Renjun had introduced you to the world of “nice sweats” and on top of the sweat suit was a black sports bra from your dresser. There weren’t a lot of boundaries between you at this point, to be honest.

After changing you trudged into the bathroom where he was standing finishing his hair. Nudging him with your hip to move you slid in closer to the outlet of your hair. Renjun grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled it off your neck.

“I think you should wear your hair in a claw clip, it shows off your neck” You blinked at both of your reflections in the mirror with zero energy to fight him, nodding in agreement. Renjun then grabs the brush from the side brushing your hair out, and then twisting it into the claw clip.

“Alright there you go,” Renjun said patting your hip, moving you out of his way to finish his hair.

“I already ordered coffee so we gotta go soon, go put your shoes on, and do the Jordan's not the Converse,” Renjun ordered you around as he blow-dried his hair.

Finishing the multiple tasks he gave you, you were now standing at the door waiting for him to come escort you to the kitchen like a goddamn kindergartener to school. Now joining you in the entryway putting his shoes on. He was wearing a pair of loose-fit jeans and a white button-up on top of a T-shirt.

This contrast between you two is crazy.

You two both lived a very domestic life. When you had moved in together you strikingly got along really well. Renjun had slowly but surely worked himself to be at the forefront of important people in your life. He was just a very considerate person in his way and it showed with those he cared about….which you just happened to be!

Does he dress you up like a little doll sometimes.. yes! And like who doesn’t like that shit, domesticity in a household is like crack to weak-minded, and hey bitch.. I am the weak-minded.

Getting to campus you departed from Renjun and walked towards the lecture. Finding your spot in the auditorium and going to your friends who have saved it for you.

“Good morning darling, look who showed up today” Giselle nudged your shoulder laughing,

“And look! Her boyfriend got her coffee, god bless the lovely couple” Karina traced her finger along the big RENJUN written on the side of your coffee cup.

“Oh shut up, he’s not my boyfriend. He just buys the coffee in the morning” You shrugged taking a sip. Putting your coffee down meeting eyes with your two best friends silently staring at you with their eyebrows knit.

“What do you mean he isn’t your boyfriend” Giselle asked voice flat

“Renjun is not my boyfriend… we just live together,” You said again confused as to why you were being questioned.

“Y/n are you kidding….?” Karina spoke up over Giselle’s shoulder sharing the same confused look “I watched you two hold hands the other day while walking home, like clasp your fucking fingers and hold hands” Gisele gripped Karina’s hand to demonstrate.

“Yeah because I was tired and need to keep up with him while we were walking he’s fast for a little guy” you explain trying to mediate whatever the fuck was now happening

“Oh, you poor poor girl” Karina now pushing herself fully into the conversation “y/n people do not act like that with people who they aren’t dating plus you two live together… you do know that everyone thinks you two are dating right?”

You felt your hole clench at that statement. Hole clench, toe curl, and heart drop. “What do you mean people think we are dating..?” Your voice sounded more pathetic than you wanted it to be.

“Y/n you two are probably two of the most domestic people I know, I watched you and Renjun hug for a solid two minutes yesterday and then he fixed your hair after. Who the fuck does that. Other than two people who are having painfully loving sex?” She asked.

You two weren’t having painfully loving sex! Neither of you were having sex! You would know, the walls are thin.

“But we aren’t having painfully loving sex” you pouted still confused

“And that’s fucked up for you, and your vagina!” Karina rubbed your shoulder.

“Be honest with yourself Y/n would you have painfully loving sex with Renjun if you had the chance?” Giselle asked

And just like that, your world fucking crashed in. Because you WOULD! You would have painfully loving earth-shattering war of worlds universe colliding sex with Renjun! Your body was in a sense of shock and you felt your eyes stuck open wide at the sudden realization you would bone your roommate and would maybe like to be in a grossly domestic relationship with him.

“I think we broke her” Karina waved her hand in front of your face and snapped.

“I think I have a crush on Renjun” you whispered in disbelief.

“Substantial realizations here before 9 am ladies and gentlemen” Giselle clapped as if your now mental breakdown was an achievement.

“I think I need to go home right now and I think I need to go rethink everything that has happened to me for the past two years,” You said in a frantic whisper as you packed the rest of your things and left the lecture hall 5 minutes before class was supposed to start. Ignoring what Karina and Giselle were saying trying to get you to pause your mental breakdown and sit back down for geology

Fuck geology I'm having a crisis!

Speed walking out of the lecture hall it still felt like you had a cold bucket of water dumped on you, and then someone pushed you down a flight of stairs too. How had you not realized you had a crush on him? You two did almost everything together, you did almost everything together!!!!

Turning the corner and stopping dead in your tracks making eye contact with the devil himself, renjun. His eyes widened at first meeting yours, and then brows furrowed in confusion. You had two choices right now; run away OR admit defeat and face him. Running away seemed like the best option but you would have to face him later that night at the apartment and currently with the realization you were going through, you didn’t want to have to face him to explain why you ran away.

The familiar pair of brows excused himself from his friends and walked up to you with a look of concern painting his features.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in science right now? Where are you going” he asked, the worry evident in his voice. Making your stomach twist into knots.

“I uh.. don’t feel great so I think I’m just going to raincheck on classes today” you spoke not making eye contact with him once. Your eyes thought immediately shooting to meet his as he rested his hand on your forehead, and then slowly moved it to cup your cheek.

“You do feel a bit warm” his voice was still laced with concern. Your face was warm, but that was due to the fact you were screaming on the inside from your roommate caressing your face to see if you were sick. “I don’t have a lecture for another 30 minutes but I can miss it I’ll take you home!” Renjun said and reached to grab your wrist to drag you towards his car.

your wrist was tingling from the contact, and the thought of mind-blowing sex was now on the forefront of your conscious “NO *cough* no! I am fine, I’m going to take the bus and probably stop for some…tea! On the way home”

You don’t drink tea.

His hand released your wrist and he scanned your face skeptically. “You don’t drink tea though”

fUCK!

“Well, I just figured a good time to start! Being sick and all! *cough cough* wow! Okay well, I’m gonna go I will see you later!” Your sentence slowly lost control towards the end, you turned around and booked it to the bus stop, not even turning to see if he said bye or was still looking.

It had been 2 years of you two living together, how did you just realize now? And people already thought you two were dating? Does everyone think we fucked?

Does he think we are dating??

Does Renjun think we are dating?

You two do regular roommate stuff, He literally dressed you this morning and did your hair… HE DRESSED YOU AND DID YOUR HAIR. Oh holy fuck oh god oh what the fuck

Were you two dating? We we dating???

As soon as you got home from the bus you paced the living room for a good 45 minutes trying to rethink the last two years and what may have been perceived as you two dating, and so far there was a lot.

Renjun and you frequently hold hands, you both purposely created school schedules that ended and started around the same time each other, and you have both met each other’s families. The list fucking continues.

To be quite honest you weren’t sure what the reality was at all now. Renjun’s class ended at 12 and it was 12:15 so he would be home any minute.

The lock clicked and you watched as the door opened to Renjun, Walking in and smiling at you.

“How are you feeling? You ran away before I asked you anything else” He asked as he took his shoes off, but continued to hold eye contact, returning to that same look he had earlier when you had sold the idea of you being sick.

Ripping the bandaid off you said it

“Are we dating?” The question sounded like a scream in the quiet apartment.

Renjun paused and stood back up

“If that is what you wanna call it..?” He said shrugging

What do you mean ‘if that is what you wanna call it’

“Wait.. so you thought we were dating?” Your body began to tense at the prospect of you not being aware of your relationship status for the past two years

Renjun looked away like he was thinking and tilted his head “Well no… But I don’t act the way I act with you with anyone else, I just figured we weren’t putting a label on anything” He said walking closer to you and sitting on the couch in front of you “You haven’t seen anyone, and haven’t expressed that interest in doing so and neither have I and to be very fair quite literally everyone thinks we are dating” he laughed at his last part of his sentence as you were melting into a small puddle in the middle of your living room.

“Oh” was the only word able to make it out of your mouth as your state of shock had taken over your entire body.

“I mean we already live together, it would honestly be quite convenient for us to be dating” Renjun added seemingly unaware of the turmoil you were still in.

“But Karina said that we look like a couple who has painfully loving sex, and we aren’t having painfully loving sex though! We haven’t even kissed!” Did you whine at your roommate-boyfriends? Non-chalantness about the topic.

“Well, we can. It doesn’t define a relationship, but if painfully loving sex is what you want then we can make it happen” His voice garnered a new lilt to it as soon as the prospect of coochie became a distant goal

‘Hold on PLEASE I’m so lost” You threw your arms up in surrender now confused as to what you had gotten yourself into. “So you are actually into me?” You questioned

“Yes, very” well damn.

“Oh okay, well yeah me too” you responded

“Sick,” He said as he began to take his shirt off.

“WOAH” the screech leaving your mouth before you could catch it

“Painfully loving sex remember?” He said as he moved across the living room to grab you by the waist. “Would you be interested in some painfully loving sex, and for me to be your boyfriend officially?” His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips as he asked.

Now your coochie was for sure in the mix, as much as you wanted to scream and claw at him like a feral animal, you kept it in.

“That would be very nice yes! And yes I would love that” you decided to say instead.

His hands traveled from where they sat on your hips and landed under your thighs, picking you up and your legs clasping around his waist. And your hands made it to both sides of his his face bringing his lips to yours.

It felt like two years of sharing beds and dangerously domestic actions all culminating in this sloppy kiss. His teeth teased your bottom lip and took it with him gently when he pulled away and then released. Your chest heaving from the lack of air, and your face red from the situation you were in

“My room or yours.”

Hello! here is the entry for Renjun, It's not one of my favorites but I liked the plot! lmk who you want next!

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tomorrcwz · 1 month

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✰ MISS GRUMPY AND HER SUNSHINE, A. ALBON

[ preview ] alex can be a pain in the ass, but he is your pain in the ass — or in which i showcase the grumpy x sunshine trope cause i'm a sucker for it (and alex)

[ tw ] none, female reader (use of girlfriend), just making out in the end

. part two | masterlist .

days in the office, a small not very well isolated room you shared with another colleague of the social marketing, tended to be very long and seemingly never reaching an end but today, today was otherworldly, as you glanced at the small display of the time at the corner of your laptop. the numbers didn't change fast enough. if they even did.

your work had been done an hour or so ago but you weren't allowed to leave as it was still working hours, and maybe, just maybe someone would turn up to let you know there was a video of the crew or the drivers to edit. so you sat there, chair becoming uncomfortable under your ass while you stared into space because you were the only one in department in today, no one there to chat with.

truly heartbreaking, you'd much rather go back to the hotel to sleep for awhile.

as you watched the two turn into a three, silently hummung a song you've heard this morning, the thin grey office door opened, causing you to peep up — the other side revealed a dishevelled looking alex, a bright toothy grin on his lips and excitement glinting in his brown doe eyes. you let out an overdramatic sigh, repositioning yourself on the chair.

"yes, alex, what brings you to the enemy?", you questioned him, face morphed into a bored facade whilst you clasped fingers around the pen you had currently played with.

alas alex wasn't one to shy away from your defensive side, strolling right besides you to plant himself on your desk. "what, can't a man see his beautiful girlfriend?", hands enclosed your much smaller ones. "is it a crime, i wasn't aware of, darling?"

pinching your eyebrows you tabed the pen against his leg. "you can but not while i'm working — as you should too, mind you!" You're painfully aware of the free display, a picture with him and you on the yearly Vietnam holiday staring right back at you, and the no work vibe you had going on — things he'd surly point out.

"m sorry, you seem very busy . . should i come back later after you burned a hole in the screen?", he joked, wearing that stupid grin your mouth instantly wanted to mirror.

little teasing shit, man whom you layed your heart strings openly.

"whatever. . you here to see me for what? in a few hours we're back in bed."

gently his knuckles caressed your cheeks, before his hands land on either other, leaning in to steal a kiss from your lips. his lips were a tad bit tried, probably from being outside most of the day in the heat, but they fit yours and your lips parted to welcome his tongue, while your hands tugged on the hair of his nape.

you broke apart, enjoying the soft gasp that left your throat and the cheeky smirk of his. "i know, just missed you and took a break to see you", he shared. "i also want a coffee, it tastes way better here."

shaking your head, you moved away from his body to prepare him said coffee, caring on the hummung of the song earlier and alex joins in, voice small yet strong enough to make sense out of the words. unconstitutionally, a tiny smile graced your lips, one alex could clearly see.

"bunny, what's got you smiling like that, hm? my singing?", the william's driver teased, crossing the room to stand behind you. he shakes his lean slightly bulky arms around you, pressing a kiss on top of your haircrown.

"ow shut up, al, or you can go back to your shitbox", you grumbled, but your body speaks a different language as you lean into him, sniffing his vanilla and spices perfume, a scent that calmed your nerves and bought good memories.

"but you wouldn't, bunny", he giggled. "you love me so much", the man sung in-between butterfly kisses, "so so much."

turning around in his embrace, you pouted. "should've ignored you back in 'nineteen, would've been a much less busy life f'me." "i was way too cute to ignore, just say you love me."

"whatever", you release a breath.

expectantly, your lover stared down on you.

"okay, fine, i love you", you hushed, neck burning from the outspoken confession. "happy now?"

"oh bunny, with you i'm always happy but hearing those three magical words make me swoon", he pressed the back of his left hand against his forehead, signing dramatically. "now gimme kisses, my grumpy bunny."

the coffee sat long forgotten on the sideboard as alex took your breath away with feverish kisses and wandering hands, caressing down your back to your ass, squeezing it lightly.

[ and then the atmosphere broke. "—ow not again guys", a wide eyed charles stood in the door, causing the pair of you to spring apart. "just two races in the season and i'm already sick of you." ]

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scoobysnakz · 6 months

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Hard Luck

It’s hard finding love when your sole reason to live is your daughter, but when her best friends dad is annoyingly attractive and might have something to do with your rent randomly getting paid, who can blame you for being a little curious?

||* mentions of masturbation (m receiving)

Chap i

The crisp autumn air carries a sense of nostalgia, which surprises you. It has been a while since you've experienced autumn in this way, but nostalgia is supposed to be a pleasant feeling, right?

Your daughter's small, chubby fingers firmly grip your hand as you playfully swing your arm out of her reach. You can't help but laugh at her adorable pout when you pull your hand away.

"I'm just teasing you," you say with a wide grin, extending your hand for her to take. "Stop being a grouch and hold my hand, RayRay!"

Her scowl quickly turns into a cheesy grin as she latches onto your hand. The sound of her pencil case and notebook thumping matches the rhythm of her skipping, and her glittery, purple sequin backpack bounces on her back.

Raya, or RayRay as you playfully call her, is your best friend. It's a bit sad, you know, but you've never really had time for friends. Ever since her dad left, she's been the only person in your life, aside from colleagues and your parents. And it's not so bad. She has adapted to your lifestyle, developed a sense of humor—her sarcasm is surprisingly on point for a nine-year-old.

The journey from your rundown apartment to her school isn't long, but it's far enough for the houses to transform from shabby boxes with crooked slate tiles to fancy condos with gleaming windows. It always amazes you how a few turns can take you to an area where people don't even know the meaning of a food bank.

You can tell by appearances alone that you don't fit in. The navy blue cable-knit sweater and boyfriend jeans, dirtied with mud stains, don't exactly scream, “I can afford more than one vacation a year!"

On the other hand, Raya always looks pristine. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but you'd rather wear nothing than have your daughter look as unkempt as you. Ensuring she has enough clean, stain-free clothes is your number one priority.

As you round a corner, narrowly missing a puddle that Raya "only wanted to look at" and not jump in, her disappointed expression gives her away.

Parents bustle around, urgently trying to retrieve their kids from the playground. It's nearly impossible to spot her teacher amidst the crowd of what seems like millions of moms, dressed in thick white scarves and thigh-high brown boots.

And then you hear it—a loud screech that, under different circumstances, would signify fear instead of the original joy it was intended for. "RAYYYY!" an excited girl squeals from the opposite end of the playground. Her dark brown hair is scraped back into a painfully tight ponytail as she races toward your daughter.

The two girls jump up and down gleefully, holding each other closely. It's a nice seeing her not alone.

You're so engrossed in watching your daughter giggle with her friend that you fail to notice the tall man standing next to you. What catches your attention first is his cologne—it's expensive.

The scent of thick oak is overpowering on its own, but it's tempered by the most unremarkable shower gel known to man.

"They're cute, aren't they?" he asks, causing you to turn your head and face him. You bite your lower lip for a moment, trying to figure out who this guy is. "Yeah... they are," you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Your words come out ruder than you intended, but you can't be bothered to fix your manners when a surprisingly attractive man is staring at your daughter, enjoying her time with another child. If you weren't genuinely confused about his identity, you might have reacted more strongly. Instead, you stand there, arms folded and brow furrowed.

"I'm... sorry, I'm Gabi's dad," he explains, his tone surprisingly apologetic.

That's her name.

"I'm Raya's dad," you reply, nodding toward the two girls. Hearing who he is instantly eases your fear that he might be something worse than just a father.

An awkward silence ensues as the man continues to study your appearance, seemingly taking you in. With a soft laugh, he smiles at you—a warm and irritatingly charismatic smile. "You don't look like a dad," he grins.

You open your mouth to give him a sharp, quick-witted retort, but your expression falters when you realize your mistake. Refusing to let this stranger have the upper hand in your first interaction, you smirk at him. "What do you mean?" you ask, poking your tongue past your lips to swipe across your teeth.

He instantly catches on to your smirk, and to be honest, it's endearing. "Because you don't look likea typical dad," he responds, matching your quickness. The same mischievous grin is plastered on both of your faces as you engage in a playful stare-down.

This morning, when you hastily applied expired mascara and cheap lip balm while trying to wake up Raya, you never expected to encounter such an annoyingly funny and undeniably attractive man—by your standards, at least.

With high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and broad shoulders, anyone would take a second look at him.

The loud peal of the school bell interrupts your scrutinizing gaze, drawing your attention back to your daughter. You quickly give her a kiss on the cheek, and she instinctively wipes it away while giving you a glare, before you push her towards the school entrance.

The man—whose name you still don't know, aside from being Gabi's father—does the same, but his daughter doesn't wipe away the kiss.

"When I asked who you were, I was hoping for a name," you mutter, mostly to yourself, but hoping he hears it too.

"Miguel," he responds, his voice lacking the warmth he had when his daughter was present.

"I'm..." you begin to introduce yourself, but he cuts you off, his voice now tinged with cockiness.

"I know who you are," he says, raising an eyebrow. Your scoff makes it clear how creepy he sounds. "Gabi talks about Raya a lot, and with you being her mother, it's only natural."

You narrow your eyes at Miguel, feeling a mix of surprise and curiosity. Raya is your world, and beyond that, you've kept everything else tightly guarded. It's a defense mechanism, a way to shield yourself from potential hurt or judgment.

"What exactly does Gabi say about Raya?" you ask, your voice tinged with caution. You're not sure if you should be flattered or concerned that your daughter is a topic of conversation between Miguel and his daughter.

Miguel chuckles, seemingly amused by your response. "She just talks about how funny and cool Raya is," he replies. "They've become good friends at school. Gabi is always excited to see her."

There's feel a sense of relief that washes over you. It's comforting to know that Raya has found a friend who appreciates her for who she is.

“Well I need to go,” you say while motioning over to the school gates. “Work and stuff.”

He nods his head, expression just as nonchalant as it was moments ago.

***

After dropping off Raya at school, and a brief yet intriguing conversation with Miguel, you head back home. It's considerably warmer now than it was before; sun poking out of the clouds, shining down onto the leaf-littered pavement. The odd car whizzes past and it's all you can do to jump away in time before it splashes you in murky brown liquid.

Fortunately for you, you don't have to leave for work until ten so you get some time to yourself. As soon as you unlock the door to your apartment, it took longer than you'd like to admit as you forgot which way to turn the key, you flop down onto the worn-in sofa. It creaks beneath you- a sign that you need to get a new one.

If you had the money, you would. God, if you had the money you’d move out of this shitty apartment and into… anywhere else. Maybe a house on the coast would be nice, or one of those fancy condos by Raya’s school. Either way, you want out.

You feel your eyes grow heavy, the temptation to allow yourself a few moments of sleep all too good. With a low groan, you pull yourself up off the sofa and drag your feet over to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee.

You open the jar only to find a minuscule amount granules left- six to be exact. All you want is that burst of energy and yet you are denied it. “Fuck me,” you grumble under your breath.

***

Even though it was a painfully short moment between the two of you, Miguel decides you are tolerable. Okay, maybe you’re more than tolerable, he'll settle for bearable as he's feeling especially nice today. You’re funny, well that might be a bit dramatic since he hasn’t even had a proper conversation with you, but you made him laugh- internally that is.

But right now he needs to push you, the nice lady with a pretty smile and even prettier face, out of his mind. He has to focus on this paperwork that's been sitting on his desk for God knows how long.

Begrudgingly, he picks up his pen with a sigh and starts scrawling his signature on the limitless reams of paper. It's all nonsense about him signing off on random projects, and safety procedures and- those sweet lips.

Something about you is intoxicating. Even when he was skimming through the infinite amount of universes, you didn't seem that special. Yes, there were the odd facts that caught his attention but everything else just seemed… dull. So why now, after not even a full five minutes of your company, can't he get you out of his head?

At first, he assumes it's because you’re oddly charismatic but that's not it. You weren't even trying, you just didn't want him to pull a fast one on you. Maybe, just maybe, he underestimated your personality and being around you as a real person and not some fact file actually made you likeable- no, bareable.

Double checking his office door is closed and the blind is pulled down over the frosted glass before sliding back into his chair. “LYLA,” he calls out, words muffled by his head in his hands.

There’s a small glitch next to him that quickly turns into a digitalized woman. “You called?” LYLA asks, hands on her hips.

Fuck he feels guilty but maybe seeing that cocky smirk on your face will ease the culpability he’s feeling. “You… you know what I want and I don’t want teasing or anything about it, just do it, ‘kay?” Miguel’s voice is gruff, full of an annoyance he doesn’t even know he’s feeling.

“Why would I tease you about wanting to innocently look at something?” she drawls with a smirk.

He shoots her a look, an unamused one at that. Giggling childishly, LYLA pulls up a screen full of writing. Miguel’s eyes flicker back and forth trying to find something until he catches a glimpse of your name.

He swipes and flicks the blue pixels a few times before your socials are pulled up. It’s nothing much, just your Twitter, Facebook and a surprising amount of Instagram accounts. That, makes him laugh. He can tell exactly which ones are the accounts you use for stalking people and which ones are for actually posting things.

There are mostly pictures of you and Raya together on days out but there are a few of you on nights out nights out alone. He immediately notices you never post anything with friends and it’s oddly comforting because it’s not just drunk girls with smeared eyeliner that’s missing from your pictures. It’s a boyfriend as well.

Not that he wants to fill that missing gap in your selfies, he's just feeling a little lonely cooped up in his office. He's in this universe for Gabi and no one else, not the lady with a pretty smile.

Just as he’s about to zoom in on a picture that shows an alluring amount of your cleavage, LYLA cuts him off. “I like her smile,” she says while getting up a different picture. This time it’s one of you and Raya in last year's Halloween costumes. Pirates. That’s the two of you had dressed up as.

You’d drawn a black beard on her face, Raya’s outfit cute with the oversized black and white striped shirt meanwhile you… A tight black and red corset pushes your chest in a way that makes something inside Miguel stir.

He shouldn't be looking at you like this- it's wrong and perverse. The two of you only met today and yet he's salivating over a picture of you in a Halloween costume. Yet he can't stop himself from allowing his body to react to the way you look.

That feeling slips down from his chest to his gut until it eventually reaches his crotch. You look so pretty like that, cheeks appled and eyes wide as you pull a stupid face with your daughter. The picture is innocent enough in its own right but seeing you in something ever so slightly revealing makes his brain malfunction.

He bets could make you prettier, more gorgeous than ever if you let him. His cum painting your perfectly plump lips and his hands gripping bruises into your supple flesh.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #afab reader #dad miguel o'hara #gabriella o’hara

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mqriuss · 1 year

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Underneath the Cherry Blossoms

ZEN's birthday special — zen x fem!reader

"Honey, I'm home!"

Your face lights up at the sound of the voice you know all too well. You rush out of bed—even painfully bumping your hip against the bedside table in the process—and dash towards the entrance of your boyfriend's cozy home.

"Zen!" You exclaim as you launch yourself at him, he catches you and picks you up off the ground. "Welcome home," you greet him softly, breathing in his sweet scent.

"Ah, I missed you so much!" Zen joins you in a fit of laughter, peppering kisses all over your face, the only face he likes besides his own. "I didn't forget about our date tomorrow!"

"Of course you wouldn't, it's your birthday," you chuckle, pulling away from him to admire him. Even though he comes home to you every day, you rarely get to see him with just how busy he is with his upcoming musical promotions.

"Mm, I may be a busy man but I'm never too busy for my baby!" Zen gives you a peck on the lips and flashes you a stupid grin, one so sweet that you could get a cavity just by looking at it.

Although your loving boyfriend knows about the date you planned tomorrow, he doesn't know about the little gift you had prepared for him.

—

"Ooh! Zen, lemme get a picture of you with the cherry blossoms. You can upload it to your instagram for your fans!" You say as you grab his phone, opening the camera. Zen sighs and looks at you lovingly, you were so cute whenever you got excited.

"How should I pose? You decide, babe," he smiles as you ponder for a while.

"Hmm, do a finger heart and then a peace sign! And then just do what you want."

"Okay!"

Everyday Zen looks at you and believes that he can think of three different reasons on why he loves you. Yep, different reasons for each day. Today is just another day.

First, he loves how supportive you are! Even in the smallest ways. Ever since you started dating, most of his instagram posts were taken by you. He doesn't even have to ask you, maybe you just want an excuse to take a million photos of him. But you're always suggesting new ways on how to interact with his fans more. "Post more pictures! Your fans would love it, I certainly would." You'd say.

"How does it look?" Zen stops posing to walk over to you, snaking an arm around your waist.

"It looks pretty," you smile proudly as the both of you walk along the path, surrounded by cherry blossom trees.

"Let's get something to eat, there should be some stands nearby," you suggest, pointing in the direction in front of you.

Second, he loves how thoughtful and genuine you are. Thanks to his busy schedule, he hasn't been eating too well. But you always make it a point that he should just eat when he's hungry, and you don't care if he gains a little weight. You wouldn't love him any less, you wouldn't find him any less attractive than before, and you always make that clear to him.

"Mm! This is so good, babe. Try it," Zen's eyes light up as he feeds you a bite of his meal.

As you're eating, a flower petal sticks to your hair and it doesn't go unnoticed by Zen. Now he wouldn't be your boyfriend if he didn't act like a cliché male lead in a romance drama every time you guys went on a date.

"Oh, you have a petal in your hair," he inches unnecessarily close to your face just to brush the petal off. Seeing you become flustered, he smirks. "What's this? I think there's something else here~," he closes in, kissing you on the corner of your lips to tease you.

Third—and boy, he wishes he could go on, but he has to save some for tomorrow—, even though you can get shy sometimes, you're not any different and can catch him by surprise too!

"Zen, let's go somewhere with less people. I have a surprise for you," you grin, tugging lightly at his sleeve. Your boyfriend smirks, slipping his hand into yours.

"Oh? What surprise could that possibly be?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Pervert," you mutter, snorting as he bends and bursts into laughter. "I just wanna give you something, come on!"

"Okay, okay. Lead the way, baby!"

You drag him to a quieter and less crowded area, stopping in your tracks to stand in front of him. "I want you to close your eyes!"

"Hm? Okay..." Zen is curious now as he hesitantly does as he's told. He hears a few sounds as if you were looking for something. Finally, after what felt like eternity, you spoke.

"Alright, open your eyes!"

As Zen opens them, his eyes are met with an odd looking necklace. For a moment he's confused, until the realization hits him.

"You did not..." Zen gapes at you in disbelief.

"Mhm!" You flash him a smile. "I remember you talking about how cute these couple necklaces were, so I thought I'd surprise you with it."

Zen carefully brings his hand up to hold it, you bring your hand up to your neck, revealing the matching necklace hidden beneath your clothes.

"You're wearing it already!" His face is glowing at this point, like a kid that just got the toy of their dreams.

You help Zen put on the necklace. The second it was on him, he pulls it towards yours to connect them. The two pieces create a pink heart when put together.

"I'm never taking this off," he declares. "I don't care if it doesn't match some of my outfits, this is a part of me now."

You chuckle and secretly, you feel relieved. For the past few days you were just thinking about how you could make his gift better, but he seemed so genuinely happy about silly matching necklaces, you couldn't help but pull him into a hug.

"I'm so glad you like it."

"Are you kidding? I love it, baby! Anything from you is a precious gift."

Zen pulls away from you, cupping your face in his hands. "You seriously don't know how happy you make me, you don't even need to try."

Closing the distance between the two of you, you press your lips tenderly against his. It catches him off-guard for a second, but he melts into the kiss immediately after. He's a pile of goo in your arms, he couldn't ask for a better gift. There is simply nothing, and no one quite like you.

"Happy birthday, Zen," you say as you pull away from each other, fondly looking into his crimson eyes.

Zen sighs, caressing your cheek. "Gosh, I love you... I love you so much, darling."

#Happy_Birthday_ZEN #mystic messenger #mysme zen #mysme mc #mysme x reader #zen x reader #zen x mc #mystic messenger x reader

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lost-tardis-room · 3 months

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please tell me all about in the blood (no pressure, i am genuinely interested though!!!!!!)

AHHAHHAHHHHHAAAA YES OKAY THANK YOU ELI

OKAYYYY SO in the blood, doctor who extended universe book, i think it takes place pretty soon after the Silence in the Library arc cos that's mentioned quite a bit, and Donna's husband Lee (who was, i may add, i think going to be canonically trans but they weren't sure how to show that in a split second without it being confusing but he's trans in my heart) from the simulation is on Donna's mind a fair bit so my guess is it's pretty soon after that ANYWAYS, fairly standard doctor who plot, big problem with technology and people on earth and of course it's because Aliens. specifically its that internet trolls are dying and ofc The Internet gets worked up about that, but as more and more people start venting their anger online everyone gets more and more angry and they become hysterical and sometimes die. which obviously is a big problem they have to solve, i won't give away the plot but its fairly average dr who stuff.

BUT. OHH BOY THE CHARACTERSSSSSSSASASSaSSASaSAS i mean i love ten & donna anyways but they are written SO WELL like SOOOO WELL it's SPOT ON and it's so perfect because they do the same things they always do - the doctor is fully prepared to die (well. very painfully regenerate) just as he always does and uhhh actually maybe it's better if i take pictures there was a lot of frantic margin scribbling & underlining hehee

uhm. spoilers below. and very long post

my handwriting is nigh-on-illegible here i know but it says 'she remembers the Arachna-things [one google search later - Racnoss] from the Runaway Bride she knows he has killed people & that people get killed around him but... [long pause here as i thought of what to write. how do you justify that? greater good?] yeah i can imagine it really is easier to not think about it'.

this is just such an interetsing thing that they couldn't have shown in the show right, you can't show 'she didn't even really like to think about it' visually with the same impact. but like.... yeah. she saw him kill all the racnoss & still travels with him. moral grey areas flawed characters but.... the companions must do some serious mental gymnastics NOT TO MENTIOn the Doctor coping mechanisms or lack thereof.

^^but then there's this!! the hope!! he really can't stand people dying even when he is surrounded by it!! he has to hope!!!

^^ platonic doctordonna moment!!!!! i love them so much heheeee but also Lee.... oughhhhh

^^ SUCH A DOCTOR MOMENT he HAS to carry on for the sake of THE WORLD even when it means Donna is at risk

^^handwriting id - 'see THAT is such a Doctor moment - just like ' 'yeah i knew for ages', lied the Doctor' - he doesn't tell people things b/c he doesn't want to upset them & he hopes that if he doesn't mention it it wont happen. if you see your own grave you have to be buried there etc. & it's maddening for everyone but also kinda tragic'

the doctor was hiding that what Donna thought was going to fix the problem wasnt going to work b/c then she's get upset & angry, which spacey stuff blah blah is whats currently killing people - but Ten (teh Doctor in general) does this A Lot, not saying everything he knows because he thinks it's going to upset/panic/hurt people/

^^ THIS!! he needs his best friend!!! without saying anything & over the phone, Donna can tell!! ajsnjansh i just love them so muchhhh

^^ (they were back in london in present day) the Doctor feels guilty about pulling Donna from her normal, safe life, even though like she wanted to he probably couldn't have said no to that if he tried - and putting her in mortal space danger - but also completely removed from her normal life. she doesn't live like Clara, who fits weeks of time travel in time to show up to work, she's missing out on Normal Life. she's not at home. Sylvia knows she wont be staying for dinner.

sorry a lot of this is kinda depressing BUT i promise you there are joyous bits too! the Doctor is canonically a Kate Bush fangirl!!! and donna has to stop him drinking coffee cos he'e hyperactive enough as it is lol. and -

hehe

#yes anyways uhm very cool book #in the blood #doctor who #tenth doctor #donna noble #there are more posts on this coming probably i have Thoughts

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avonne-writes · 1 year

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I need more simp Luke for lucemond. I know he is giving embarrassing heart eyes towards Aemond doing cool tricks with his knives. I need everyone in the family to be embarrassed by how in love they both are, so more smitten Luke hcs.

Seconded! I love them doting on each other. 😍 I know you wanted smitten Luke headcanons, but somehow I ended up with a horny Luke drabble, sorry!

The sound of clashing swords echoes through the training yard. It rained yesterday, and the wet earth-smell mixes with the stench of sweat, leather and straw in the air. A group of men gather around Ser Criston and his sparring partner in admiration. Luke, with his short stature, is almost swallowed up by the ring of tall, broad figures around him. But he doesn’t take notice. His eyes linger on the person moving in the middle of the circle, the focal point - his uncle.

His long hair flows smoothly like the finest satin, bright as a wedding veil, carrying an innocence no other part of his body possesses. The only contender would be the soft inside of his elbow, where the skin is sensitive from a lack of rough touch, never exposed to the sun. But Luke knows that spot well, with his eyes and lips and fingertips, and he can see it in his mind's eye under the thick fabric Aemond wears today as that sinewy arm wields the sword.

When Criston swings his weapon, Aemond crouches down for a second, and his breeches tighten around his backside. A tantalizing sight. As he stands again, Luke watches the muscles of his thighs jump under the clothes and he has to wet his lips, as they have gone painfully dry.

He stares at the tight grip of Aemond's fingers around the hilt of his sword and the damp sheen of sweat on his forehead, and memories burn in his heart. It has been nearly a fortnight since they last lay together, and Luke's body aches for Aemond as if missing a part of his own. He wants to pin Aemond to the ground or push him into a wall and pleasure him until those lean thighs tremble. He wants to see the lips, now pressed thin into a smirk, part around gasping breaths of pleasure. He wants to give Aemond everything he desires, right here and now if Aemond wishes so, for this cruel perfection deserves all the adoration Luke can offer.

A hard jab makes Criston stumble, and Aemond flicks a glance at Luke until he rights himself. It's a challenge. How long can you hold out, little Luke? How long before you come crawling into your uncle's chambers in the cold night, hoping to serve? Luke finds that it's not a very long time at all.

Somewhere from beyond his realm of existence, Jace's voice hisses. "Luke."

"What?" Luke mumbles.

He presses a hand to his belly, although he doesn’t really know why. As if he craved a babe - the impossible. Even if it wasn't as unnatural as dark sorcery, why would he want one, when he and Aemond are only bedmates but not lovers? When Aemond holds no tenderness for him?

"Stop staring. Gods." Jace grits out through his teeth, pulling discreetly at Luke's sleeve.

Luke's hand drops from his stomach. He feels a wave of sickness - his breakfast pushing back up. He turns away from Aemond and hurries towards a secluded corner, out of sight from scheming eyes. Jace is right - he needs to control himself better.

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@theartificialintellect 😉 this would fit right into the draft I mentioned today

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #mpreg #or not? 😉#my writing #anon #thank you so much!#mpreg-au

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elisysd · 3 months

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My favorite enemy

Masterlist

6 years and a half after Paris

Ethan and Julia - 31 years old

She had not expected to see Martin and Ethan getting along so well after all this time. Sure there were still a few insults here and there, and teasing was part of each meeting, but there was a friendly rivalry that was the last thing she expected to witness.

Ethan fitted well in the team, he had picked up the habits and understood how it worked quickly. And as Julia was now appointed as Ethan’s race engineer, his smile had come back. Ethan was thriving for his first year, like no other drivers. After a few races, a little behind his teammate at the beginning of the season, he had managed to go back to the top, winning races after races. He was now way ahead of Martin in the driver’s standings and would for sure, finally win a title. Everything was almost perfect.

And Martin was fairplay. Always congratulating him, always a nice word to say, not once showing a sign of jealousy. He had won a title already and simply accepted that Ethan was better than him. So when Ethan had told Julia that he had planned a teammates bonding session with Martin while she was going shopping with Romy, she had been the first surprised.

“Yeah, we will order food and play games. Drink a few beers, too.” Ethan had shrugged.

“And you will not kill each other?”

“If I had wanted to kill him I had plenty of opportunities in the past.”

“Are you sure I can leave you alone? I won’t come back to a house on fire?”

“Go, Joolsie. I promise you, everything will be fine.”

Martin arrived with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolate and Ethan laughed when he explained that it was his way to apologize for a lot of things, especially considering that they were basically a couple on the tracks.

“The only person I want to be in a relationship with his Joolsie. I know that you understand.”

“I do. I tried to pursue her once.”

“I remember. But you failed. Like you’re failing to beat me.”

“Don’t worry, next year I won’t be as nice. I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Hope is a beautiful thing to have, Martin. It will only bring you disappointment.”

The afternoon went on fast and soon the day turned into night. And when Julia came back, arms full of bags and content with the dinner she had with her best friend, she was caught off guard by the two men fast asleep on the couch, in what seemed like a cuddling position. She didn’t forget to snap a picture and couldn’t wait for the sun to rise.

When Ethan got up the next morning, his head painfully aching, it took a moment for him to notice Martin, peacefully snoring, his arm thrown over the armrest.

“So, not even married and you’ve already found me a replacement?” Julia’s sarcastic voice was heard from behind.

“Not this loud…”

“I’m wounded. Deeply. But it’s okay, you guys make a great couple. I’ll heal. And I shouldn’t be surprised, from hate to love the line is thin.”

When she shoved the pictures in his face, he knew Julia wouldn’t live it down.

Author's note: Did you serioulsy think that I wouldn't write about Martin?

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slytherinshua · 10 months

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WE MEET AGAIN

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. they kinda diss a person together lol. pairing. jinmichae/dried squid fairy x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. was i the only one who didn't know he had a name... 🧍‍♀️ i know jinmichae = dried squid fairy but still i just didn't know 🧍‍♀️

The thing Jinmichae hated the most about story hopping is fitting into his role without struggle. From a prince to the school’s dried squid chef to a college professor. And now he was in this world where he was a… bodyguard? A bodyguard to whom? He hadn’t quite figured it out. The story had only just started. He presumed he was a side character again, and the thought came with a heavy sigh. When would he ever get his chance to love on the stage as well?

There was nothing he could do about his role or his fate to stick as a side character, for that matter. The writer did whatever the writer deemed best with little regard for the characters who obtained consciousness. Jinmichae had always been the first to do so. Maybe that was his fate instead. Being painfully aware of everything going on without being able to do anything about it.

There was one thing he did like about story hopping, though. If he was lucky enough, he would stumble across you as the story progressed. He liked to see what role the writer put you in this time. Jinmichae was at least thankful that both him and you were centre characters to be included every time. At least you still existed.

He hadn’t found you yet, though. He hadn’t had much chance. He was currently having all these thoughts while at a… conference? Meeting? Of sorts? The room was filled with dozens of other men dressed in similar suits to his, each with walkie-talkies and earpieces. At least the costume design was pleasing.

The stage ended quickly and Jinmichae was free to walk around and investigate this new world a bit. That’s the lie he told himself every time. “Investigate the new world”, what that really meant was look for you. Sometimes he would laugh at the role you were given if it didn’t suit your personality, sometimes he would just be in awe. Sometimes he just missed you a lot and didn’t even care.

With quick steps around the building he was in, he figured it was some sort of company or corporation. There were many meeting rooms and lobby areas filled scarcely with prettily dressed people. He approached the front desk to ask if there was a library in the building. With newfound directions, Jinmichae made his way up a spiralling staircase and into a quiet (and enormous) mahogany designed library. It took up the entire 4th floor of this corporate building.

“It’ll take forever to find it…” He let out a soft sigh, anticipating his search that would take hours just to find the comic book for this world.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

He turned immediately at the sound of your voice, finding you standing right behind him, comic book already in hand, a lazy smile splayed on your lips. He laughed astonishingly at how easily you had snuck up on him, and how you had already managed to find the book.

“Let me see the character list.” He murmured, walking to you, arm wrapping around your shoulder naturally. You relaxed into his touch, smelling the faint citrusy scent.

“She gave you a new cologne, huh?” You remarked, flipping open the book to the first page. Jinmichae only hummed, eyes flicking over the drawings of the characters.

“Looks like you’ve got the main role.” He whispered a little teasingly, “A rich heiress to the most successful company in South Korea? No wonder there’s so many bodyguards downstairs.”

“Wasn’t my idea.” You giggled, trying to find his character among the list. “Damn, not even a name. You’re just ‘bodyguard’.” You wheezed.

“Maybe I won’t have that many scenes, then.” He seemed at ease with it, both arms now wrapped around you, hugging you comfortably.

“Nice for you. Ugh, but look at my love interest. This just won’t do.” You scoffed, looking over the profile of the character. A wanted criminal, arms adorned with tattoos all the way up to his neck and too many piercings to count. You glanced back at Jinmichae to see his eyebrows furrowed in distaste.

“He probably smells like cigarettes.” He quipped, grip tightening on you slightly.

“Wouldn’t doubt it.” You sighed, turning around in his arms so you were now facing him, “When will the author ever realise that my type is not a walking colouring book. He really looks quite disgusting.” You fake gagged, making Jinmichae chuckle.

“Who is your type then?” He asked with fake curiosity, already knowing the answer better than anyone else.

“Hm… I do know of this blond guy, he used to smell like cedarwood, but apparently it's more orangey now. Anyway, he’s very fond of dried squid, and you know, so am I. Really a match made in heaven, if you asked me.” You rambled, humouring him. The longer you went on with the description, the harder it was for Jinmichae to keep a straight face, and eventually, he let out a laugh.

You glanced back at the drawing of your love interest one more time, scoffing again. “I’ll probably throw up if there’s a kiss scene.” You said, the chances not that low.

“If there is a kiss scene, I’ll come find you.”

“What for?” You looked back at him, adoring the way his eyes seemed to only want to look at you.

“To get his cigarette taste off your lips, of course.” He smiled and you grinned cheekily.

“You’re only a nameless bodyguard, though. Are you sure you have the power to do such a feat?” You liked teasing him, maybe a little too much.

“Shall I show you just how capable I am?” He suggested smoothly.

“We’re in a library.” You deadpanned.

Jinmichae’s eyes flicked over the very empty room, “An empty library.”

“At least get behind a bookshelf or something, we’re still in the entrance.” You said, already grabbing his wrist to lead him somewhere a bit more secluded. “Is it scandalous for an heiress to kiss her bodyguard?” You wondered aloud, your hand already travelling up to the base of his hair, fingers sliding through it softly.

“Not sure I’m the right person to ask.” He responded, lips finding yours a second later.

If it was truly scandalous, neither of you really cared.

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exosmutfactory · 1 year

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Only Forever 006

Originally posted by hyunniebaeked

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Chapter 6✓

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pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 2.9k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

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Chapter 6

Let's ruin the friendship

Your shoes are gone.

That’s the first coherent thought you have when you wake up, blurry-eyed and with your hair in disarray. Your brand-new heels are missing. Your feet are lazily sliding across cool leather seats. You’re suffocating in your pair of form-fitting jeans. You have the worst headache of your life and you have no idea where you are.

Wait—where are you?

You sit up so fast, your vision goes white and your stomach lurches painfully.

“Hey, hey,” you hear a low voice murmur through the haziness, a familiar hand gently pushing you back down to rest your head in their lap. You squeeze your eyes shut until the world stops spinning, breathing in their cinnamon scent.

Wait, you jolt in realization, Baekhyun—

Your eyes snap open and you gasp, meeting his sparkly brown irises.

“You’re finally awake.” He smiles down at you, his handsome face a stunning silhouette against the rising sun, with tousled hair and an unbuttoned shirt, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “I was starting to get worried, sleeping beauty.”

Your face heats up the longer you’re caught under his unwavering gaze. Now, normally you would have some type of sly remark, but you’re too busy staring at the mischievous curl of his lips, the contours of his honey-toned chest, and being horrified at the flash of blurry memories that slam through your mind faster than a freight train.

Not horrified, mortified. Just what the hell happened last night?! There is no way that you—that you—you…

…

Your face burns hotter than a cooked egg on a sunlit sidewalk. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to hold back an embarrassed shriek. Please don’t tell me that I kissed Baekhyun last night!

But oh, by the way your lips tingle from the vivid memory of soft lips, sultry brown eyes, and messy midnight hair between your fingertips, your body knows you did. Now, that brings up another problem entirely: how far did you go with your best friend?

The man in question pulls you from your thoughts by pressing his thumb on the furrow between your brows, chuckling at your flustered expression.

“B-Baekhyun?” you whisper warily, your heart racing with a sense of foreshadowing.

“Hmm?” His eyes drift all over your features as he brushes your hair out of your face, tucking a wild strand behind your ear.

“What exactly,” you look away, unable to ask your question while meeting his warm stare, “...happened last night?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No..?” You remember; you remember the kiss clear as day. The room was smoky. Your thoughts swirled in a drunken haze. The whole world could have been ending, but you wouldn’t have noticed at that moment with Baekhyun’s soft lips meeting yours and setting your weak heart ablaze. “I mean,” you backtrack, faltering under his amused gaze, “yes, I mean-”

“You,” Baekhyun’s voice stops you dead in your tracks, his warm hand caressing your face, “showed up in your cute little outfit.” You shy away from his fond gaze. “Threw two shots back to back." His lips quirk up, brown eyes shining with mirth. “Climbed on top of a table and…”

Your eyes flicker back to his bright irises when he trails off for too long, your stomach dropping in dread. “And..?” you prompt him to continue, bracing yourself.

Baekhyun hums, gently tracing your face with his fingertips. “Jumped at the opportunity to do body shots.” He grins slyly. “I never knew you were so daring, kitten.”

You blink a few times in confusion. Wait, does he not remember what happened..? The last time you checked, Baekhyun was more sober than you last night. “...That’s it?” Unless… your heart aches, it was meaningless—

"Hmm?” Baekhyun doesn’t look away from you for a second, his messy black hair falling into his eyes when he tilts his head. “‘That's it’?”

“I thought-” you cut yourself off, quickly looking away, “never mind.”

“Are you talking about our kiss?” he asks, pointedly raising a brow when you gasp. “The kiss you pulled me into before you passed out?”

Your jaw drops and your face bursts into flames. If you thought you were a sun-cooked egg before, you’re now Mercury being chipped away by the Sun’s smoldering blaze. You want to scream and shrivel up into a ball. As if it wasn’t bad enough. As if it couldn’t get any worse, you just had to practically jump on him and pass out right after!

This isn’t a revelation though. You aren’t surprised at the fact that you tapped out after a few drinks, knowing how much of a lightweight you are. May told you once that you got more affectionate under the influence and Shea had mentioned that you were a sleepy drunk… It’s the fact that you threw your inhibitions so far out of the window that a crush you had been harboring for your best friend for the past 16 years got exposed in a single night. And now, the man of your once well-locked-away dreams is now staring down at you with knowing eyes and curled lips.

Yep. You accept your defeat. You can’t even plead the 5th. The cat is out of the bag and purring in accomplishment on your lap.

This—this right here is why you avoid parties. Social drinking is not your forte!

“Do you want to talk about it, hmm?” his deep voice pulls you from your thoughts, bringing your focus back to him as strong hands pull you onto his lap.

Your eyes widen when your body follows his lead and your thighs straddle him so easily, as if you’ve done this a million times. A million ways. That’s how things are with Baekhyun; that’s how your friendship began. A single look, a tentative glance, and small intertwined hands. Two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together since the moment your bright eyes met.

Baekhyun’s nose softly brushes against yours, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. You can see his eyelashes from this close, brushing his cheeks with every slow blink, his brown eyes reflecting your own look of yearning. The words at the tip of your tongue that you struggle to say.

Is this a dream? Are you dreaming? You must be because your reality has never been anything like this. You almost expect the beach to pop up at any moment, the deep blue ocean forever a backdrop to your wildest dreams and heartfelt pleas. But seconds, minutes, hours could have gone by now, and you’re still here sitting on your best friend’s lap with him looking at you with those warm brown eyes.

Your headache hasn’t subsided. The heels of your feet carry a phantom high heel ache. The crook of your neck is sore from sleeping on it wrong. And you dare to lift a hand to cup Baekhyun’s cheek, your heart fluttering when he kisses your palm.

“Let’s talk about it,” he whispers, fanning your cheeks with his minty breath, wild heart racing under your palm, and brushing his lips over yours. And the moment you press forward and purse your lips to recuperate, an ear-splinting ringtone blares in the small space of his car.

Baekhyun swears under his breath, fumbling for the traitorous phone in his pocket. He sighs loudly when he sees the contact number on his screen. “It’s my manager,” he murmurs, begrudgingly answering the call and wrapping his arm around your waist. “Hello?” He greets lowly. He rests his head on the back of the seat, staring at the ceiling with a tick working in his jaw.

You move to rest your hands on Baekhyun’s shoulders to quietly give him support when he suddenly sits up, wide-eyed and tense. “Right now?” he breathes, staring down at his phone in disbelief. You can faintly hear his manager’s stern voice through the speakers of the small device. When Baekhyun lifts it back up to his ear and meets your eyes with an apologetic look, you already know what he’s going to say. “...I’ll be there in 30.”

You look away from him when he ends the call, staring out at the waking world beyond the tinted car windows to hide the bitter expression on your face.

Baekhyun gently cups your cheek, wordlessly pleading for you to meet his eyes. “I got to go, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, brown eyes sincere and earnest. “Let me drop you off?”

You look at him for a moment, your lips pressed into a thin line, and nod, following him out of the car to climb into the passenger seat of the Audi.

What else do you expect? He’s a model, forever booked and busy in the flourishing fashion industry. You’re surprised he even had the time to sit here with your head in his lap until you woke up instead of sending you on your way home in the back of a taxi last night. Because even if his life runs on a fast lane, Baekhyun never drinks and drives.

But wait. Your heart stops and skips a beat entirely. Instead of sending you on your way, or leaving you in a random room at the party, he spent the night in his car with you. You can’t imagine he slept well either; there’s barely any room back here for one person to sleep comfortably, let alone two.

You glance at the man next to you, steering the car with a confident hand, brows furrowed in concentration, and his messy black hair framing his handsome face. What did you do to deserve a man like him in your life? So thoughtful, so daring. A sweet and spicy delicacy wrapped up in one person forever the source of the unfiltered joy in your mundane life.

The ride back to your place flies by as if the party wasn’t hosted on the whole other side of the city in the high-class district. Birds fly across the clear blue, sunlit sky. Early risers shuffle off to their 9 to 5 jobs. As the world slowly wakes up to another day, you keep stealing glances at Baekhyun, savoring every breath, every heartbeat, every moment until the rest of the world whisks him away again. Your pounding headache and the sour taste in your mouth have become nothing more than an afterthought. After all, it has always been hard to remember your own daily life struggles and pains when you’re with him.

A companionable silence falls over the car when he pulls up to your apartment building, the radio playing a nostalgic pop song in the background. You glance at Baekhyun’s handsome side profile one last time before opening the car door.

“Wait,” he calls out to you, his voice soft and warm hand gently wrapping around your wrist.

You look back up at him from under your eyelashes, your breath hitching when his thumb brushes over your lips.

“Let’s continue this conversation later, okay?” he asks, searching your eyes for answers. As if you won’t willingly give them away with the way the sun shines on his brown irises, mesmerizing you with their amber-shaded warmth. Baekhyun smiles when you nod your head, the touch of his hand lingering on the side of your face. “Good girl.”

Only one thought goes through your mind while you climb out of his car and walk to your apartment: you swear, you are never ever drinking again.

(Cute for you to assume it won’t happen again anytime soon.)

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“So,” Shea’s voice floats through your computer speakers, her tone heavy with exaggeration. “You went to a party and managed to get wasted and kiss Baekhyun all in one night?”

You can only smile guiltily at your friends’ pixelated faces over the late-night video call. Hours spent pacing back and forth brought you here. Like any young woman experiencing a “situationship-relationship” problem, you called on your friends for advice.

“Dammit!” May yells, nearly causing you to mess up a fresh coat of nail polish. “I really needed that twenty.”

Your eye twitches at your friends’ respective smug and sulky expressions. “You guys made bets?!”

“Duh~” May rolls her eyes, swiping a vibrant stripe of paint on her canvas with a flourish. “It's ‘bout time one of you made a move.”

You choke. ‘Made a move?’ More like: we’ve been friends since forever and you’re so hot, let me jump on you real quick. Just remembering the hazy events of that night have you sliding down your chair in mortification all over again.

“God what have I done?” you groan, fighting the urge to hide your face behind your hands and settling for looking away from the computer screen instead. Your eyes widen in a newfound realization and horror. “What about consent?”

“Consent is sexy.” Shea nods, mint green acrylic nails tapping a mile a minute on her keyboard. “You have to remember though, he was more sober than you. Which means-”

“If anyone is to blame here, it’s him!” May chime in. “Prince charming who didn’t pull away~” she coos, waving her brush around in the air like a fairy godmother wielding a magic wand. “That counts for him returning your feelings, right?”

Shea makes a noise in disagreement. “He might have accepted her advances, but that doesn’t equate to him feeling the same. Remember, where liquor goes, inhibitions check out at the door.”

She does have a point. You sigh sadly, staring down at your drying nail polish.

“But it has to mean something right?” May tucks her brush behind her ear, looking from Shea to you. “Right?”

“Did you two talk about it?” Shea finally asks the dreaded question.

“Uh-” Something about the way she looks at you over her reading glasses tells you she already knows the answer. “No,” you mutter, avoiding their eyes. “He dropped me off after his manager called…”

“Aw, man,” May pouts, paint-covered fingertips printing vivid smudges on her chin.

“Make sure you talk about it so you both are on the same page,” Shea advises, pausing her typing to give you a reassuring look. “The last thing you want is a miscommunication on where you stand.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, glancing at your phone that has been quiet aside from work emails, school activities, and your old high school class’ chaotic group chat for the past few days.

(If only you had taken her advice.)

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He calls you up again at 2am on Friday night, entering your apartment with styled hair and tired eyes, the smallest smile on his handsome face. You catch a whiff of what smells like hairspray intertwined with his signature cinnamon scent before a pair of soft lips that you are growing familiar with land on yours. Warm hands pull you closer to him, strong arms wrap around your waist, and the next thing you know, your back is resting against the cushions of your couch without a word or a break from his embrace.

You could spend forever in moments like this, mapping out the shape of his lips with your hands in his hair and his fingertips drawing constellations on your skin.

“I missed you,” Baekhyun whispers, slipping his hands under the back of your shirt and holding you close to him, hearts racing in sync. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes,” you whisper back without hesitation, running your fingers through his hair. The comforting weight of his body on top of yours has butterflies fluttering in your chest. You can’t stop looking him over, memorizing his devastatingly handsome features. The curve of his eyes, the slope of his nose, and his kiss-swollen lips. You arch against him, seeking the warmth of his mouth.

“I got to go,” he suddenly utters in the space between you. Your heart drops at his words and he immediately takes notice. “I got to catch a flight, but I-” Baekhyun looks at you in awe, fondness brimming his eyes as his hands trace your skin as if he can’t believe that you’re actually real and right in front of him. “I had to see you.”

You look away, balling your hands in the back of his fancy shirt. His thin silver chain brushes over your collarbone. His minty breath caresses your ear. He’s right here, yet you never fail to feel like he is hundreds and thousands of miles away.

This is ridiculous. Will you ever be able to keep up with this? Keep up with him? Is this new thing budding between you worth the amount of time you will spend watering the flower of your relationship alone? You haven’t even properly talked to him about it in days and here he comes into your open arms only to slip away again?

“Hey,” he cups your face in his hands, staring deeply into your eyes. “I’ll be back in a few days,” he utters, brown irises shining in promise under the dim lights. “Wait for me?”

You grit your teeth. “...okay.” What else can you even say? How can you ever make him stay? Baekhyun always comes in and out of your space like a whirlwind, the times apart endless and the times together fleeting. You know this, but with your heart held in his bare hands, the pain of seeing him go is agonizing.

He leaves just as quickly as he came, with wild hair and bright eyes, his pretty mouth curled up in a smile and red from your kisses. The taste of him lingers on your tongue long after his warmth is gone and leaves an ache in your chest.

A/N: This chapter turned out more ✨romantic✨ than I expected, but I honestly love how this turned out??? What do you loves think? - don't get too cozy with the sentimental moments though huhuhu I got 10 smut chapters to deliver before this bad boy is completed 😇🔥 Thank you for reading and all the support! Your feedback and reblogs make me really happy! 💗💗💗

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dingusfreakhxrrington · 2 years

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Hi ! How are you ?

Can you write a Tom Grant x Male reader imagine where Tom goes to male reader after his break up with Ruth because he needs comfort and they are friends and reader have feelings for Tom ?

Thank you 🥺

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Maybe It's A Good Thing?

pairing: tom grant x male!reader

summary: after his tough breakup with ruth, tom confides in his friend but when they start to talk and previously locked away feelings finally begin to surface it has him questioning everything once again.

warnings: mentions of a messy breakup, mostly just angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption (cider), swearing, unrequited love

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i absolutely loved this request and i think i want to write a second part to this already…

read part 2 here

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You and Tom had been good friends from the moment he’d started working at the caravan park. You were one of the only other guys around his age and also a new start after you finished your time at school. Your parents had pointed you towards the local caravan park, convincing you that it would be like you were on holiday even though you were at work.

They weren’t entirely right about that but you enjoyed working there nonetheless. The work could be tiring but the atmosphere was always cheery in the small, lively community where everyone looked out for one another.

Tom had moved down from Derby, a total newcomer from across the country. Still, with his playful personality, he fit in almost too well. He was always up for a laugh, always smiling unless he’d had another fight with Kai although the two of them always made up soon enough.

The only trouble he ever had was the heartache of missing his girlfriend. Her parents never allowed her to come down to visit so he often had to make the journey back to Derby to see her. Long-distance was something most people couldn’t pull off but somehow they’d always made it work.

So, it surprised you when they broke up not too long after Ruth finally came down to visit. A few weeks had passed and everything seemed to be fine. Well, until Kai started saying things about her, insinuating that she was having an affair with one of the other workers.

Of course, Tom didn’t believe it at first. Not until Ruth came stumbling out of the sea, looking as though she’d almost drowned and went straight to Jade. Jade gave her her jacket and, when Tom saw, he practically pounced on Kai.

All you could do was stand there and watch, not knowing how to comfort him or calm him down because you were actually happy that Kai was right. You shouldn’t have been but you were and no matter how much guilt you felt for feeling that way, you couldn’t help it.

Tom had been in a long-term relationship from the day you met him. He was committed and very much in love with the girl. Still, that didn’t stop you from falling for him. You wished it had. You wished you didn’t have feelings for him because it would have made everything so much easier.

You’d pushed those feelings aside for years, trying to hide how you felt about him. Hell, you’d even tried dating other people but it never worked out and it never would. Not while you were in love with him. But he was in a relationship, he was happy. He was off-limits.

You knew they were arguing, you could hear them yelling. Well, you could hear him yelling. Ruth was painfully quiet and you knew she wasn’t giving him the answers he wanted. Then, you heard his front door slam shut followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. For just a moment, you considered going after him to make sure he was okay but you knew he probably needed a minute to himself to clear his head.

They’d been together since they were 15 — for three years. It would take time for him to get over it, to calm down. It wasn’t just because they had broken up or that she was leaving him for a girl but the fact that she had been going behind his back with Jade. She had been cheating on him, lying to him. Whether she was actively pursuing a relationship with Jade behind his back or not.

She hadn’t been honest with him and, as a result, she had hurt him. You’d never hurt him, never. Although you could understand her side a little. She had probably been coming to terms with her sexuality and trying to understand her feelings for Jade. Tom was all she had ever known so you couldn’t fault her for wanting to experience something more than that — to find herself.

She had just gone about it the wrong way and she hurt him when he didn’t deserve it.

For about an hour it was quiet. Everyone had gone back to whatever they had been doing before the incident and you, well, you had stayed inside your home trying to figure out what you were going to say to him in the morning — how you were going to comfort him.

Although you didn’t have as much time as you had expected when you heard the quiet tap of knuckles against your door. You didn’t expect it to be him standing there when you opened the door but there he was. His expression was dull, his eyes cast down before they slowly looked up to meet yours.

“Hey. Can I, uh, can I come in?” he asked awkwardly, his voice shaking a little.

He had been crying. You could see the red stain of tears around his eyes; the dampness that still shone on his cheeks; the way his still wet eyelashes huddled together, hugging one another.

You nodded and stepped aside, letting him come inside.

You heard him sigh as you closed the door and turned back to find him already slumped on your sofa with his head in his hands. He raked his fingers through his hair, his leg jittering up and down as you made your way over to the fridge.

“You alright, mate?” you asked as you walked back over, handing him a cider.

He gladly took the drink from your hand, shaking his head from side to side as he pushed his finger under the ring pull to open the can.

“No, mate. I’m not fucking okay.” He took a long gulp from his drink and sighed. “Sorry.”

Now you were shaking your head as you opened your drink. It fizzed a little, a small bit pouring over the top, dripping down onto your finger. You brought your lips to it, tasting the sweetly bitter liquid. “Nah, it’s cool. You’re right to be angry.”

“Yeah, but not at you.”

You chuckled, “Never said you were.”

He glanced up at you for a moment, his eyes now stoic as they met yours. He hummed and looked away again as he drank some more.

“You wanna talk about it? That’s why you’re here, right?”

He sighed again, mulling over what he was going to say as you leaned against the counter, waiting patiently for him to go on.

“I- It’s not like I didn't see it. I just… I didn’t want to see it. I love her, you know? So much and she… she just…”

“Yeah.” You cut him off, knowing he didn’t want to put it into words right now and rolled your head back as you took another swig of your cider.

“We’ve been together for years and we were happy. At least, I thought we were. I just- I don’t understand why she’d do this to me. I… I thought she loved me too.” His voice cracked and his hold on the can tightened slightly.

You hummed, unsure of what to say. It was quiet for a few moments, the two of you silently sipping at your drinks. You wanted to move closer, to sit beside him and wrap a soothing arm around his shoulders, but you were worried about overstepping.

The two of you were close friends but the only physical contact you’d ever really made was while you were playfighting. You’d never even hugged him for more than a moment and even then it wasn’t anything intimate and ended with a friendly slap on the back.

Your voice broke through the silence. “I’m sure she did, at least once. I mean, you’ve been together for so long. That shit was definitely real but maybe this is a good thing?”

He glanced over to you and scoffed, “A good thing? You really think this is a good thing?”

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean, have you ever dated anyone else? Or has it always been her? You were so young when you got together, too young to really know yourselves, let alone know what you really want.”

“What do ya mean by that?”

“I’m not saying you never loved her because I know you did. I’m just saying: do you really still love her now? Or were you just with her because you’d always been together? Were you really happy or was it just familiar? The safe option.”

You could tell he didn’t like what you were suggesting but you could also see that he was considering your words.

“Look, I loved her okay? I really, really did. But I… Fuck, I don’t know.” His fingers pushed through his curls, tugging on each lock as it passed. He was frustrated — confused.

You stood quietly, letting him think. You weren’t sure what else to say and you didn’t want to say anything to make him feel worse. All you wanted was for him to feel better, to help repair his broken heart.

After a deep breath, you moved to sit beside him and, whether he meant to or not, he leaned just a tiny bit closer to you.

“What is it you want? Look at it this way, you’re a free man now. You’re young, single and finally ready to see what the world has to offer outside of your relationship with Ruth. Outside of this shitty old caravan park even.”

When his head turned to look at you, the distance you’d convinced yourself was between you suddenly slipped away. Your eyes met his, looking into a bottomless brown. He seemed unsure, but as second after second passed he didn’t move away.

Before you knew what came over you, you were leaning in to kiss him but before your lips could meet, he quickly pulled away and jumped up off of the sofa.

“I- Um- I’m not… I’m not-” He backed away, his eyes looking everywhere, anywhere but at you.

“Tom.” You stood up after him, slowly stepping closer again as he reached back for the handle to your front door.

He turned the handle and stepped outside, only turning away when he reached the bottom of the steps. You stood in the doorway, watching as he hastily fled back to his caravan.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, feeling your eyelids drop for a moment as you went back inside, closing the door behind you.

You knew you shouldn’t have done that, even if a small part of you really thought he wanted you to. Maybe you imagined the look in his eyes, the tension in the air. Even if you didn’t imagine it and it was real, now wasn’t the time. He was confused and hurt and you knew better than to take advantage of that.

You’d give him some time and then apologise. Hopefully, you’d be able to patch things up before it’s too late. Though a part of you thought maybe it was a good thing he knew you had feelings for him now. Maybe you’d finally be able to stop pretending.

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the-blue-fairie · 1 year

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The Woodsman (2016) is a haunting stage production...

The Woodsman is a 2016 stage production created by Edward W. Hardy and James Ortiz.

I was initially worried that this would be one of those "trying painfully hard to be grimdark" productions because a trailer opened with an announcer declaring obnoxiously, "Forget what you know about Oz," but thankfully the trailer's voiceover is misleading, and the production actually feels more invested in Oz "lore" than most modern retellings. While the production does have a dark tone at times, it feels more in the vein of Return to Oz than say, the book version of Wicked. Whereas Maguire's Wicked sometimes ventured into, shall we say, grunge for the sake of grunge or even stripping away the unsettling elements of Oz to make its version of Oz more mundane, the darker elements of this production are much more, "What if we expanded on Nick Chopper's origin story and crafted a tragic love story?" I guess I'm more forgiving of "darker retellings of Oz" if they actually seem to care about Oz, and this production seems to care a lot.

What I mean is, in Maguire, Oz could kind of be any generic dystopia with a few fantasy trappings. Whereas, in this production, the fantasy elements and Baum elements are deliberately woven into the dystopic atmosphere of Munchkinland under the Witch. And it doesn't feel like "we're taking Oz and making it a dystopia," it feels like "we're trying to build off what is already there, and if it feels dark at times, that's not because we're trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. It's because a story of thwarted love has inherently tragic qualities to it."

Speaking of the Witch, she is a magnificently contrived puppet that moves with this loping menace and the scenes between her and Nimmie Amee are devastating, and one of the most interesting aspects of the show.

The play is largely silent, save for an opening narration setting the scene. The justification for this is under the Witch of the East's rule, "words became dangerous." It allows for some incredibly poignant pantomime on the part of the actors. Nick has big himbo energy. He's adorable.

We even see Nick's parents in this version and they are deeply endearing. The silent sequences of Nick learning to chop wood from his dad are sweet. But it's Eliza Simpson, as Nimmee, who really shines. She conveys a great deal with her eyes, learning ways to survive under the eyes of the Witch. Another interesting aspect of this production is they make her the daughter of a sorcerer, and by the end, she's found means to put her own skill in magic to work in standing up to the Witch. The production gets to play around with the "no one ever dies in Oz, except when they totally do" lack of continuity in Baum by having Nimmee breathe life into the Nick after his meat body has been lost.

And again, God, her eyes...

I do have certain reservations. Like, making the catalyst for Nimmee fully coming into her own against the Witch be sparked by her romance with Nick feels... Well, it works for the production's romance angle, I suppose. I'd love to see where this version of Nimmee Amee goes from here, and I'd love to see her rebuild her life, Chopfyt-style, even if Fyter doesn't come into play in this production.

One moment I want to highlight is the first time Nick gets a limb replaced, and you see Nimmee's reaction to the tin arm and we see the tin arm wrap around her in an embrace. It's a very touching moment, and the puppetwork, done in motion with the actor's performance as he pantomimes a missing arm, is done in a really cool and heartbreaking way.

So, reservations aside, I'd still recommend it. It's a fascinating piece, and you can find it on BroadwayHD through Amazon right now, in the US, at least.

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lec743 · 1 year

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Gramps POV (Solar Lunacy Fanfic)

This is after my fic "Gramps Worries" and before the story "Holliday Time". I was worried about the kitten in the unwritten part of the story and I just wanted to have Moon spend some time with his cat.

(Guys, please check out @bamsara story Solar Lunacy. It's so good. I love it so much.)

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Ever since the Kid’s work friends moved in with them, I’ve been helping them with keeping an eye on the animatronic. Making sure they don’t go missing or smoothing over people’s nerves about them when the other residences of the apartment complex become known to them. So, I have only ever really interacted with them when it came to my work.

The only time I broke the work interaction with their animatronic friend, was when I offered to catch a stray kitten that I found wandering around the back allies of the complex. It was such a small thing, and I felt bad that I couldn’t take her in because I already had Screwdriver.

It was concerning but sweet, at the same time, how overwhelmed the big, sunny animatronic seemed to be with the little kitten in his large hands.

After handing over the kitten to them, I thought that would be the end of that and I’d go about my interactions with them like before.

Then I was invited over for a kitten play date.

I’ve only had a handful of interactions with them, but they’ve always been pleasant. Maybe a bit pushy, and I’ve seen how the Kid squabbles with them like they’re an old married couple. So, the idea of a kitten play date was silly, but I wasn’t opposed to it.

It was evening and I was standing outside their door with my fat orange cat in my arms. He was sleeping away. Unbothered that I had to remove an arm from him to knock on their front door.

A minute later, the blue, moon themed animatronic opened the front door.

“Evening. Did Sun tell you why I’m here?”

“He did,” he then stepped back with the door and said, “Come in.”

I nod my thank you at him and step into the dark, but nightlight lit living room.

As the door closed behind me, I heard the tell-tale sign of little feet running on hardwood floors. Then a little mewl cried out.

Screwdriver’s head perked up at the sound and his tail swished from side to side. The old fat cat loves other cats, especially kittens, but I wondered how the kitten was going to handle another cat in their presence.

“Can you see, okay?” Moon asked as he shuffled around me.

“I’m old, but I’m not that kind of old.”

“Mmm,” Moon mused, “Hard to tell sometimes, considering you do go by as Gramps.”

I chuckled at the joke at my expense.

“It fits me so well, though. Like a big fluffy coat.”

The kitten mewls again, this time closer, and I see Moon bend down and pick up a fuzzy round shape out of the darkest corner of the room.

I go further into the living room, and I sit down on the couch. My knees popping as I sit down. They didn’t pop painfully though, so I was fine.

“Have you seen a doctor about that,” Moon asked as he sat on the floor in front of me. From the faint lighting I could see him petting his kitten.

“I have, but there’s not much the doctors can do. I take my pain medications and I do exercises. It’s the best thing I can do for myself.”

Moon hummed, unsatisfied with my answer.

I lean forward and drop Screwdriver down on the ground.

“Let’s get this kitty play date started,” I say, changing the subject.

The fat, orange cat trotted over to Moon. His fluffy tail swishing from side to side.

The moon themed animatronic sat down his cat. She mewled a few times then attempted to clean her belly, before falling over on her back.

Me and Moon watched Screwdriver walk up to the kitten and sniff her.

The baby kitten sniffed back, her nose bumping against his like she was surprised by what was in front of her. Then the hair on her body raised up and she hissed at my cat. Screwdriver didn’t react at all and kept sniffing the kitten as the kitten started bapping him with her little paws.

I chuckle at the sight.

“This is okay,” Moon asked.

I nodded. I wonder briefly if he and Sun already know about cat behavior through their own research but ask questions for the sake of the conversation. It made me wonder for a bit, if they have a hard time conversing with people in general.

“This is normal. The kitten will feel threatened, but Screwdriver’s an old softy. He knows how to get on any kitten’s good side.”

Screwdriver, now finished with his sniffing examination, plopped down on the kitten, and started grooming her. She fought him a bit, but after a minute, the kitten was letting Screwdriver clean her up.

“What did you name your cat,” I asked eventually as we watched our cats interact, “I need to stop calling her “the kitten” in my internal monologue.”

There was a pause, then Moon made a sound that went, “Pspspsps.”

The kitten perked up at the sound.

“… You named her, “Pspspsps?”

“She always comes to it,” Moon stated.

I shrug, “Hey, if it works, it works.”

Screwdriver was finished grooming Pspspsps, and instead of running away, she started attacking his swishing tail. I smile softly at the sight. I’m glad the kitten seems to be taking to living indoors nicely. It’s always a shame to see animals being treated poorly in the world.

“Would you like some tea,” Moon asked.

“I would like that, thank you. Can I have the kind that Sun made me that one time. It’s been a while, but I remember liking it a lot.”

Moon nodded as he stood up, “Mint tea. I won’t be long.”

When he was done making me my tea, he joined me on the couch as we talked about the Kid, what I’ve done for work, and how him and Sun are enjoying their little fur ball.

Even though the concept of the cat play date was silly, it was nice visiting with him.

As I pick up my cat and make my way to the front door, with Moon trailing behind me to show me out, I said, “Hey, you, your brother, and the Kid are free to come over to my apartment whenever, okay? I enjoy your company.”

Moon nodded. The sharp smile on his face, seeming to soften at my words, “We’ll keep that in mind, Gramps.”

I nod my thank you at them and I take my leave.

#fnaf #fanfiction #solar lunacy - gramps #bamsara

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baezdylan · 2 years

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i think what confuses people about mike and rightfully so (and this is actually in the text, it's just painfully underdeveloped :) is that he's both extremely logical and extremely kind-hearted. and since he's so underwritten, it seems like these qualities are in contradiction and one of them shouldn't be there at all, when actually s4!mike would make a lot of sense if he was written with more nuance. because these qualities can crash under specific circumstances, but can also work extremely well having individual character logic in mind. (and for mike, his friends are a big part of that personal world and its mechanics) will has gone missing? mike HAS to keep looking for him until he finds him. dustin says you can't have more than one best friend? mike opposes dustin's logic specifically and claims the opposite not because he believes he's right, but because he knows he is based on evidence, the evidence being the time he's spent with these three people. he always tries to make sense out of things and he's always quick to find the pattern in everything based on what he's seen in the past which is why he's also quick to follow that same pattern and is unwilling to give up on it until the situation is led to a satisfying conclusion. (once that is done, he has to find a new challenge and a new problem to solve right away) waiting around for things to unfold is not an option to him, he has to take action 1) because he wants his friends to be safe 2) because it's rational and 3) the first two reasons are connected, painted one over the other, easily mixed up when and only when mike doesn't count himself into the equation. that's where these qualities crash. when mike is forced to make sense of himself. this is why that funny moment in s2 when he picks up a candlestick while everybody else is holding an actual weapon works not only as comic relief (and maybe i'm looking too much into this), but explains mike in a more profound sense. he eliminates himself, as in the person that he is, from the equation and functions on his default setting which is -> when there's a problem, that problem must be solved no matter the person's individual characteristics unless they can somehow lead to success (in doing that, in denying himself from these qualities he's taking away the puzzle pieces that would help his self-discovery. aren't the little things exactly what makes a life?) that is a common thread with him, especially if he's the person to be reduced to a chess piece which he finds weirdly comfortable. an example of these qualities crashing against each other is in s3, when el is the perfect solution to a problem, yes, but she's also putting herself in danger by solving that problem (note: which mike has seen happen, he's seen how her powers can affect her well-being, it's a rational concern which i feel like is an important observation to add) and mike is not only worried, but in complete distress. when he's explaining himself to max and the others he also sounds like he's explaining his reasoning to himself. he isn't just defensive of his viewpoint, he's also nervous and overwhelmed and overstimulated. that's why that monologue resulted in an emotional outburst. (which is still a love confession, no matter how you categorize mileven as a relationship) i really really wish all of this was taken into account during s4 because there could have been a perfect culmination of all of this with mike starting high school and being forced to reexamine himself and reevaluate the idea of normalcy he wants to fit into. (i love the first little hints of authenticity in mike's hair and wardrobe in s4 :") also that moment in s1 when he stands up for el to lucas? i see it as something mike struggled with understanding in retrospect. he can be quite impulsive, especially when his loved ones are involved, but the difference between s1 and s4 mike is that s4 mike is aware of that impulsivity and feels the need to tone it down because he doesn't understand where it comes from. conclusion: mike wheeler is the head, not the heart of the group.

afterthought: there's an interesting discussion to be had on dustin and mike and how dustin is logical in a way that mike wants to be, but he's also in touch with his emotions in a way that mike isn't. (it's like mike's moments of emotional intelligence are rooted in impulsivity or instinctive reactions and that's why they aren't as present after s2 for the reasons i listed above)

#mike wheeler #stranger things spoilers #not really but yeah #stranger things #jo's rambling issues tag #anywayzzzz mike being 'bland' could be a good character struggle and not a writing failure if the writers were yk good

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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An Old Flame Given Spark

Pairing: Azula x Ty Lee

Tags: fluff, talking about feelings, slight teasing, Azula being bad at feelings

Word count: 0.8k

Ao3

A/N: Some soft content for these two because there needs to be more.

Ember Island.

Supposedly a place to relax, to heal, to smooth out all the rough edges and find piece.

Not for Azula. For Azula, who has only been there when her family was supposedly happy, and even there there was a feeling of it being a facade, and when she, Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee burned down a house after yelling at each other and airing out all the deep annoying feelings they were suppressing, relaxing was not what Azula was call the Island.

Stressful and aggravating maybe. And now it was making her heart pound painfully in her chest. Or maybe it was the person walking beside her. Or both. Probably a bit of both.

“Ty Lee, I know you said you needed a break, but did it really have to be here of all places?” Azula kicked lightly at the sand as they walked in the cool night.

“The beach? You’re the one who said you wanted to stretch your legs.” Ty Lee walked beside her with her hands swaying back and forth behind her back, so relaxed beside the Fire Nation Princess, like old times.

Azula couldn’t help it. Sometimes she just got the urge to move. Even with her new freedom she still couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped. She had her old life back, her status, her old room, her... her friends. But something still felt like it was missing.

“That’s not what I meant. Why Ember Island?”

“Because it seemed to work pretty well last time.” Ty Lee jumped and stood on her hands walking effortlessly beside her friend.

“Are we thinking of the same memory?” Azula smirked, looking down.

Ty Lee smirked back, her legs kicking happily. “When I gave you advice that you somehow botched. When Zuko and Mai almost broke up. Again. When we all put aside our differences and trashed that douchebags house.”

“Excuse me I did not botch anything. Chen was simply too weak to take the sheer force of my beauty and charm.” Azula dramatically swept her hair back. It was longer than the last time she was here, even now when it was pulled into her high ponytail it still reached the middle of her back.

Ty Lee laughed, a beautiful, song-like sound that Azula couldn’t help but admit she loved. She supposed she always has. Even when they were just little kids, even when Ty Lee left, even when Azula branded her a traitor, even when she spent those lonely days locked up. And of course when she finally, slowly began to get better with the help of her friends and family.

“Oh?” The acrobat tilted her head, “So he was the wrong target?” Azula nodded her head, “Hmm. I thought you liked the guy.”

“Not past his muscles. Honestly I doubt he was good for much else. I need someone more... challenging by my side.” There was a fire in her words, passion, as she tried to imagine who her ideal person would be. Right now only one came to mind. Someone who bested her before, someone who always made her laugh, who went along with her silly schemes as a child, who wasn’t afraid to stand up to her when it mattered, someone who kept her grounded, “Perhaps someone like you.” Azula winked at Ty Lee whose face turned as red as her bathing suit.

“Whoa!” The sand slipped under her fingers and she found herself on her side. Azula laughed and offered a hand, “Did you do that just to see me fall.”

“Who? Me? Never.” She exaggerated the innocent tone as she pulled Ty Lee back up, an adorable pout on her friends face, her hand fitting perfectly in Azula’s own, “I’m serious. Believe it or not I’ve given such things thought. Someone like you would be good for me.” Azula waited a moment before she spoke again, her voice a little more tame than usual, “You would be good for me.”

Ty Lee didn’t say anything. The few moments of silence seemed to go on forever. Azula began to slip her hand away, wanting to walk past her friend, wanting to say that she was joking, how she wouldn’t actually consider Ty Lee. But that was a lie. Azula was a great liar, but even she couldn’t convince herself of this one.

Luckily the little squeeze and tug on her hand made she sure she didn’t have to. She met Ty Lee’s eyes, beautiful and bright under the moonlight, her cheeks dusted pink, “If this is your way of asking me out you really have to work on your technique.” It was Azula’s turn to blush, not only at Ty Lee’s words but at the brief, but electrifying feeling that Ty Lee’s lips sent though her body when they met her cheek. “I think you’d be good for me too. Keep me on my toes.”

Azula let herself be pulled along, feeling the cold waves of the sea wash over her feet as she walked hand in hand with Ty Lee. Neither of them spoke another word of Azula’s words or Ty Lee’s kiss, happy with newly found comfort of each other’s company.

#tyzula #azula #ty lee #atla fanfic #atla fic #atla

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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bestie,

I am sorry for disappearing! got a bad case of brain fog + anxiety, but now I am feeling much better. also if I am not wrong you are on spring break and I hope the holidays are treating you well! I am looking forward to easter holidays because between a lot of things I'll be able to go back home to my family just on Friday and I miss them to pieces!

also I have started a new course which is copyright law - we are forced to courses from other subjects than our own degree - and although I dread the structure of it (this asshole expects us to make readings before each lesson, like sir... I... don't even want to be here; like don't want to sound spoiled but they are all SOOOO long and BOOORING) the professor got me thinking about aemond involved in any law department in a museum. like he couldn't graduate in his preferred degree because of his family but decided to exercise his degree in law in a museum (they'd definitely find in a space, once they heard about his name).

I don't know the thought of him always showing up as elegant as our professor does (like it's funny because we are mostly a computer science major, but we do this course with other students from a law degree and they are all SO SO fancy, while we are just like... in shirts and pants) and he might be intimidating but also he is always super-interested into knowing what you have in mind for the exhibition, he is just supportive while he gains the courage to ask you out because there isn't a no-fraternization rule but also he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

also I got good news today: basically in September I arrived third in a course competition and the award was a partially paid trip to a conference in another city to where I study and I am super-excited!

now aside, from me wanting to show off, this got me thinking about corporate trip with aemond and somebody doing a mistake and now oh look, you have to share a room with the hot mysterious dude who everybody is intimidated by. 25k of pure 'there was only one bed' and forced proximity with aemond seems like a whole blessing. but also, he'd be such a gentleman, offering to sleep on the floor (sir, you can sleep ON ME) + also standing close to you in the group activities, because he isn't intimidating, he is just... painfully shy (also he judges people, but...).

and then one day you are at the cocktail party and he tries to buy you one and being a bit flirty - he is tipsy, oh Lord bless him, he gives me lightweight vibes - and you are like 'oh screw it' and end up trading soft kisses near the hotel pool.

(also I love crosswords as well, even more because although I am not good at them, it's like a bonding activity between me and my friend, during summer!)

(and I am absolutely loving all the newest Patch content truly kept me on going through these days!)

-🌗

Hello bestie!! your pressence has been missed but I am super happy to hear you've been feeling better. I'm sorry you to hear you were going through a rough patch with brain fog and anxiety though, and I hope you have better days from here on out and that you enjoy your easter with your family! I'm sending you a big, warm hug, x also YAY congrats on the awarded trip!!!! that sounds super exciting!! may I ask where the conference will be? seriously any chance to travel is always so nice though!

OHH I'M LIVING FOR THESE little new details of Museum!Aemond! yeah I totally vibe with him having more of a pragmatic work line within the museum, but still keeping up with his love for arts and culture and that leading him to you! and conference trip!!!!!! AHHH YES YES YES a million times yes!! the 'there's only one bed' trope never fails, and this setting just fits so well ughhhhhh adkfjlakjdfklj. Also tying this back to something we discussed earlier, imagine in this scenario, tall and mysterious Aemond who intimidates the rest of the coworkers so by when it's time to share a room and he has to strip down to a simple t-shirt and pj pants to sleep in he's suddenly all soft and just shy and gentleman-y which makes the situation all the more endearing and making it easier to talk to him/get close.

Also, re: crosswords. I love them. I love them so much it's not even funny lmao. And I'm so happy you're enjoying all the Patch things!! I've also been struggling with anxiety these days and the fictional puppy of my heart has been helping me too! <3

#🌗

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