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weebsinstash · 1 year

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Okay so thinking of Val….

Reader overdoses, and ends up “dead” in hell. They maybe spend months down there working for Val, and just when they start to find a groove, maybe just as Val is about to make his move- BAM! Reader wakes up in earth in the ICU.

Meanwhile Val was just about to be handed a drink by his favorite server when they suddenly just disappeared? Wtf???

Reader might try and turn their life around, might try to use this second chance to aim for heaven this time knowing now there’s an afterlife. Or they might just give up, and try to intentionally return to hell.

I just love the thought of reader trying to do better, and Val having to drag them back to hell himself.

Ok but seriously, because I actually had a conversation with someone once about the idea of a Reader who is in that exact sort of situation, is basically in limbo, and Val gets so fucking upset you're still alive he deadass sends people to kill you "to bring his baby back home"

Like imagine you're in Hell doing shifts at the strip club and then you do contract work for I.M.P and one day you just snap upright in bed out of a medically induced coma back on Earth and some time later your old boss Blitzo just jumps out of nowhere while you're at the laundromat "oh hey, fancy seeing you here! sorry but, kinda gotta kill you again! A jobs a job right?" and you're just faceplanting back in Pentagram City before you know it and, like, wouldn't it be hilarious if you fell in the limo/in front of Val/on him a second time. Like jesus christ you're practically a present from Santa Claus. And he's the one who hired IMP to "retrieve you" after all, because, I mean, the way he sees it it's only a matter of time before you're back in Hell and he wants you back just as you were, as he's come to know you. He doesn't want to wait years and years and risk you being different, physically, mentally, emotionally, hell even just aging more. What if you don't die again until its of old age and you're like 96? Not an option, he will physically come up there and drag you back down himself if he has to 🙄

Or some shit like you were ACTUALLY supposed to get into Heaven but there was a clerical error, like deadass on some full absurd humor shit it was literally just that someone fucked up on a form somewhere, and so you're In Actual Fucking Hell and a cherub descends upon golden wings or some shit "yeah, so, im sorry, but, yeeeeah we made a liiiiitle mistake, yeah, no, you can't come into Heaven, you're kind of, already, down here already so, yeeeeah, sorry about that, but, we can give you some cool powers as an apology? Sooooorry, our bad" and Valentino is suddenly slapped in the face with the consequences of you suddenly no longer being so helpless against him. He tries to force you to do something and you somehow overpower him. Maybe you're about to be killed by a business partner of his before your shadow rips off of the ground and mauls the guy, or maybe you even have little demons or creatures contracted to you.

Ngl there's a story I keep thinking about where it's kind of just a big power fantasy but, Reader develops her own powers and she decides that down here in Hell, the only safety is in strength and numbers and starts her own little, kind of crime family of her own. Some real anime "we're all down on our luck and I came to your aid and now you're deathly loyal to me and we're all like family" kind of shit. You start operating in the shadows. A girl who's worked ages for Valentino gets tossed to the curb by him, and you're swooping in, "hey, I could use an actress who's good at using her looks to gather information. You need a place to stay?". One of the Overlord's goons makes a mistake that botches a deal and suddenly Valentino can't care any less and throws the man out, maybe even has him roughed up or even killed first, and upon his respawn when hes at his lowest in the gutter, there you are, "hey, you looking for work?"

You just keep amassing followers and making legitimate business connections and spreading your "new criminal name" around until, you're literally incognito as a server listening to Valentino bark on the phone "I don't care what it fuckin takes, I want you to find this son of a bitch" and I think it's funny if you become like a legitimate mobster and he only knows you by your street name and assumes you're a like an older dude like some real grizzled Italian mafia shit or something and you eventually do the Dramatic Chair Spin Reveal and he finds out this great big thorn in his side is. You, looking all cute and proud of yourself in your special tailored outfit and your being and your confidence as you stare him down and basically declare war (and maybe this like has the opposite effect and he's actually really turned on by the idea of you thinking you can go toe to toe with him and he really wants to show you what he thinks of that sexy little number you're wearing and show you your place)

Like, not exactly for Reader im general but an overall I guess MY Reader idea would be, Reader's street name is Big Blue (since Val's colors are associated with pink and red, his "rival" is thus blue) and you eventually get your own like, signature look and vehicle and all that. Valentino has his customized big pink limousines and meanwhile you're cruising around in with your goons in like a big souped up van like a real glorified shagging wagon like you're the goddamn Ninja Turtles or the Mystery Machine like, you build a BRAND. You meet Valentino on equal footing for the first time and it's him having a meeting with some of his crime partners and one or two of them is like "oh wait, we're waiting for one more person" and there you are strolling in, taking advantage of the situation to know Valentino won't take you down in front of his coworkers who you have also won the good favor of. And you just take your seat in your little navy blue pantsuit where you have that like, that one sexy look going where it's a suit with a dress shirt underneath and both are unbuttoned really low and you don't have a bra on, like, sort of look (that's just the quickest link I found for multiple examples lol)

You're sitting there puffing a blunt the size of a Cuban cigar and emanating power as you've got two absolute shit brickhouse bodyguards/hellhounds standing loyally behind your chair and you're thinking Valentino is really quaking in his high heeled boots as you show him how you can't be pushed around anymore and meanwhile he's just like internally thinking "damn she got them titties hanging out and everything, got some nice heels on too, lookin nicer than when she worked for me tf, where did this come from, suits looking nice, rocking that ice, why tf she never fix herself up like this for me 😤" and getting real jealous if another criminal at the meeting is trying to flirt/fuck w you

Why is it that I always give my longest ideas on asks for things totally different 😅

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years

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bubbled-clouds · 3 years

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IM BACK WITH DIGITAL ART *cue unholy screeching*

[photo id: a drawing of op’s oc Moss. its like. a bust ? drawing ? um its from chest up ! moss is semi dark skinned with dark brown eyes n hair and she’s wearing a green sweater :) her hair’s long and her sweater is highlighted/shadowed with light blues and purples. moss is looking at to the top left from viewers pov and has a smol smile :) end id]

#i forgot how to end photo id’s im sorry-#but ! im very excited to get back into digital art !! <3 #its been Exactly Three Months since ive lost my first program so !! gotta get back into the groove #had a rlly rough day today so this was vv nice <3 #its been so long since ive drawn moss too 😭😭#the program i used for this is medibang !#i hope yall are doing well !!#bee draws :)#moss #moss my beloved

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nakamoto-aesthetics · 3 years

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Varsity Jacket | j.jh

synopsis: your highschool boyfriend has a reputation of not showing affection in public nor sharing his clothes with other girls so why was he doing those things with you?

pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: highschool!au, sexual themes with some fluff on the side

warning: lots of touching “we’re touching each other, it’s all about interaction, we gotta be social” ~ mark lee

word count: 1.9k

Part 1 | Part 2

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once you walk in your see jaehyun standing up and looking towards where you were, he smiles once he sees you and waves you over to his table. you’re about to walk over when you see your friends at a different table. you sighed, you blew off your friends the previous days already and you were beginning to feel bad.

you raise one finger to jaehyun and he nods sitting down. you walk over to your table, they smile at you immediately.

“are you sitting with us today?” mira asked.

“cant. I’m really really sorry” you reply feeling bad.

“it’s fine,” she says smiling softly. “yes it’s okay to be with your boyfriend” seongyeon winks at you. you smile and nod walking away but you couldn’t help but feel upset.

“there you are” jaehyun smiles as he notices you, he stands up. he looked so good at that moment, your boyfriend was incredibly sexy. it drove you crazy, he drove you crazy; especially when he was shirtless. you loved licking his abs. you could feel all the individual packs with your tongue. you even left hickeys on them and that’s why there were always dark red/purple marks on his abs when he changed for basketball practice, this hadn’t gone unnoticed by his teammates either.

“you kept my jacket on” he smiles when your closer to him and you nod at him.

“yeah I did because it’s comfortable and warm” you hug him.

“good” he smiles sweetly. “I’ve been thinking about you since I last saw you” he digs his head into the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the top of his head. jae has always been clingy like this, he hugged and kissed you all the time.

“oh yeah? what were you thinking about?” you asked letting your hand travel down the sides of his torso and you slide your hands up his shirt feeling your way around his body.

“having you in my arms, smelling you, kissing you, and also touching your body” his hands explore your body freely, moving his hands up and down the grooves of your curves.

“how do you want to touch me,” you ask genuinely.

“I wanna explore every inch of your naked body,” he says in your ear making your breath hitch. his hands go down to your ass and he squeezes it tightly, you moan softly as he starts to kneed with his fingers and palms.

“are you guys gonna film a porno in front of us too?” johnny says directing all the guys’ attention to you both.

“I probably would just because I wouldn’t care” jaehyun turns his head to them and you do too. all their eyes meet yours for a reaction and that’s what you give them.

“you wouldn’t care but I would” you twist your face at him.

“well you heard her, we won’t be filming a porno in front of you guys” jaehyun stands up and takes his hands away from you, grabbing your hand and sitting down at the table.

“wow, jaehyun conforming to what a girl wants instead of just thinking about himself. that’s a rare sight” haechan says in a surprised voice. you wondered why that was. why did jaehyun treat you differently than past girls?

“this is not a girl, this is my girl,” he says looking at all of them. you caught that however, you needed to know now. why are you different?

“jae can I talk to you alone?” you whisper in his ear.

“sure princess. hey guys I’ll be right back” he stands up and grabs your hand.

“they’re gonna go fuck” and they all made noises. at least the boys didn’t seem to hate you at this moment. jaehyun chuckled and guided you out of the lunchroom and into what you both called your special place. it was a place up on the roof, it had all kinds of colorful flowers. it didn’t sound as magical as it was but it was a sight to see.

it was where you first came in contact with jaehyun. you knew him but he didn’t know you at the time, the more and more you and him saw each other, the more your crushes developed on each other. you guys were friends until finally, you confessed to him. it went well because here you guys were a year later, together in a relationship.

you both step onto the ground outside and he brings you over to the iconic spot.

“so what do you wanna talk about?” he sits down and pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him.

“I wanted to know why I'm different from other girls” his eyebrows furrow and you decide to explain further. “you’ve never given other girls your jacket but im wearing it and you don’t show affection in public but you showed a lot of PDA today” you wrap your arms around his neck and play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“it’s because... I could see a future with you,” you raise your eyebrows not expecting him to say something like that. “I mean your wifey material and they weren’t. you’re the longest relationship I’ve ever been in but that’s because I couldn’t see myself marrying them or being with them long term. don’t you see? I can see myself marrying you and having kids, having an actual family with you because that’s how much I love you” he says, the whole time you were biting your lip and looking into his eyes. how did you get so lucky?

you place your hands on either side of his face and immediately pull him in for a kiss as soon as he was done talking. he smiled against your lips and kissed you back, gripping your waist. you move your lips to his cheeks and down his neck.

“you're so fucking beautiful,” you say softly in his ear and kiss under it.

“I should be the one saying that to you” he chuckles and pulls your face back up to his, kissing your cheeks gently.

“no, you’ve loved on me all day. it’s my turn to love on you now” you move down to his neck and nip at it.

“i’ll let it slide for right now princess” he tilts his head so you have more space. you smile against his neck and plant hot open-mouthed kisses on his neck, sucking on his skin a bit until bright red marks formed.

“today I got an argument with a girl and it was about you,” you say against his neck.

“why?” he rubs your back.

“because she thought she could look at me any type of way so I gave it to her straight. she was delusional, she called you her man and everything like who says that shit when you know that guy is taken?” you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“what did I tell you beforehand? don’t get into petty arguments, this is what I didn’t want happening” he says softly and kisses your head.

“yeah but at the end of the day who's receiving all your love? who’s getting kisses and ass grabs? who’s fucking you and making you groan? me that’s who. baby your mine, all… mine” you turn his face to yours and plant small kisses on his lips until he pulls away.

“you can’t just say some shit like that and then kiss me like that. fuck that was so hot. I love it when your possessive” he slips his hands up your shirt and lets his hands roam your skin. “I want you so bad right now” he groans. you knew he was telling the truth because you could feel his hard-on right beneath you.

“nope let’s go I’m not taking care of your problem right now” you stand up and hold your hand out to him. he groans in annoyance and takes your hand.

“your mean” he pouts.

“suck it up buttercup” you lead him back into the school. the walk was fairly quiet, both of you were enjoying the presence of each other.

“hey, baby?” you say before you walk into the cafeteria, making you stop in your tracks.

“yeah, sweetheart?” he stops walking also and looks at you.

“I can see a future with you too, I can see us having our own house with our own little family,” you smile at the thought and then look into his eyes. “that’s what I see when I look into your eyes, jaehyun your eyes are full of life they’re so pretty,” you place your hand on his face and caress his cheek. “your so pretty” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything and instead looks into your eyes too, you both were intoxicated by the other; neither of you moving a single muscle that was until the bell rung and people started pouring out the room.

jaehyun immediately grabs your hand and pulls you off to the side. he pushed you against the wall and stroked your bottom lip.

“did you mean what you said? every word?” he asks biting his lip softly and his tone lower than usual.

“yes I meant it all. jae I can see our kids running around the house with smiles on their face while me and you are cuddled up next to each other watching them.” you instantly smile. “our kids would cute as hell too” you chuckle.

“for your genes obviously. your drop dead gorgeous from head to toe” he looks you up and down. “and your all mine that’s the crazy part”

you shake your head. “you definitely carry the looks in the relationship and will carry the looks in our kids genes”

“stop that non sense and kiss me” he looks deep into your eyes, his fingers dancing on your waist.

you do as he said and grip his biceps pulling him closer. you move your lips against his at the perfect pace, the kiss was full of passion and love you could feel it. you really loved him no doubt about that, you didn’t care who watched or stared now because he was yours and you were his.

“jaehyun come on we have class” doyoung says, making you both pull away.

“I guess i’ll see you later baby” jaehyun pecks your lips multiple times before you push him away gently.

“jae your gonna be late go” you chuckle and he quickly pecks your lips again before walking away.

you bit your lip as you watched him walk away. damn he was all yours. how in the world did you get so lucky.

“y/n let’s go” seongyeon says, pulling you by your hand and with that you were off to your next class, with jaehyun on your mind.

a/n: that’s the end! i know that was a weird ending but i wasn’t sure how to end it nonetheless i happened you all enjoyed it!!

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the-last-kenobi · 3 years

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I... I wrote a thing... goddamnit...

Based on this post

All credit and love to @latenightsomewhere and @americankimchi for the idea!

(keep in mind this is not canon compliant. I have aged Obi-Wan down to ten, for one thing. I wanted smolbi-wan💕 and dammit, that’s what I wrote.)

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It was supposed to be a simple mission.

Then again, that was something that could be said after all missions. “It was supposed to be simple,” Jedi would say, shaking their heads ruefully. “Simple.”

They had known they were walking into unpleasant territory.

The Outer Rim was safe for no one — least of all Force-sensitives.

Least of all, Qui-Gon reflected, gripping the hilt of his lightsaber so tightly that he could feel the ridges carving lines into his palms, least of all young Jedi Padawans. Who had training. Who had skills. Who carried kyber in their sabers.

Like Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon hadn’t quite realized what had happened— not at first — not with his head ringing with the force of the blunt instrument someone had slammed against his head during the scuffle. He had dragged himself to his knees, first, heaving for breath, then slowly rose to his feet, breathing deeply to chase away the nausea.

And then he had discovered he was alone.

Completely alone.

The slavers were gone, and so was his ten-year-old apprentice—

They took him, he thought, stunned. They took him right from under me, where he should have been safest. I didn’t leave him alone on the ship for a reason, but they took him—

As he reeled, flashes of memory started to filter back through the confusion.

Obi-Wan had been behind him, shielded — and then they were unexpectedly surrounded, outnumbered by what was clearly more than a roving pack of criminals — Obi-Wan had ignited his saber and fought back — Qui-Gon had dropped with a blow to the head, and he heard — shouting —

— a startled cry, a thin and high-pitched voice — a muffled scream, a child’s scared voice —

“Master!”

And a powerful fury rose up inside Qui-Gon, both focused and wild, and he did not feel inclined to subdue it.

•

“It’s not natural, is it,” complained one of the group, a young nautolan with grey skin. “Look at him.”

“Shut up,” one of the others said, shooting a slightly wary look in the direction the first was gesturing.

“He’s a kid,” a third said dismissively. This was easily the most eye-catching of the group, an enormous burly Besalisk that was even taller than Master Krell. “And he’s drugged. He can’t do anything. Forget him.”

“He’s a fucking menace is what he is,” the first muttered.

Obi-Wan grinned at them, a slightly manic expression. This was not helped by the blood streaked through his ginger-blonde hair, or the gag they had tied tightly around his mouth.

He said something to them, muffled by the cloth.

“What?” the Besalisk suddenly turned from dismissive to angry.

“Leave him, he’s just being—” one of the others began, but the enormous reptilian humanoid shook his head violently, stalking towards their captive.

“I asked what you said,” he repeated.

Obi-Wan actually rolled his eyes, gesturing towards the gag with his bound hands. The nautolan looked gobsmacked at his nerve.

The Besalisk rumbled low in his throat and jerked the cloth roughly out of the boy’s mouth, catching painfully on his lower lip as he did.

Obi-Wan winced and blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if to clear it.

“What did you say?” his antagonist repeated.

“I said,” Obi-Wan answered, staring plaintively up at the much taller creature, “you’re going to be very sorry when my Master catches up with you.”

The Besalisk laughed, but it was not a happy sound. One by one the others all joined in, although some more hesitantly than others.

“Your Master didn’t put up much of a fight,” the kidnapper goaded him. “And even if he could, he’d have to put in a lot of work to find you. I don’t think he’ll bother, do you?” He leered. “He’s a Jedi. He’s got a job on his hands, and you come second.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered.

Then he smiled. “I was wondering something earlier, but you just answered my question for me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan said, mocking the elder’s drawling accent. “You made it obvious that yes, you are exactly as stupid as you look.”

Several of the slavers gaped.

“Or even stupider,” Obi-Wan added.

There was a bellow of rage, and an enormous fist collided with the boy’s face, leaving grooves up his cheek and forehead that were none too shallow. The gag was forced back into his mouth.

Obi-Wan went back to smiling manically at anyone who looked his way.

•

It took Qui-Gon three and a half standard days to find who had taken his apprentice and where they had gone.

Every minute of those three and half days were spent utterly focused; healthy amounts of sleep were sacrificed in exchange for tracking down information and planning his rescue.

And every minute was also spent with quiet thoughts murmuring in the back of his mind, where not even Jedi calm could quiet them.

They could have moved him again.

They could have had a buyer waiting for the next Force-sensitive they managed to catch.

They’re hurting him. They’re hurting him right now and you’re nowhere near enough to help.

And, perhaps the most quiet, most desperate truth in his heart — If I lose this one, there will be no coming back for me.

•

Obi-Wan bit the hand in front of his face.

The slaver yelped, somehow not expecting the attack despite what Obi-Wan considered fair warning in the form of a venomous glare before the gag had been removed.

“Little brat!” the slaver hissed, shaking his damaged hand that the apprentice was a little pleased to see was bleeding.

“Get him up,” one of the others snapped. “We’re taking him to the deep market tonight, and he needs his attitude fixed first.”

“Not likely,” the ten-year-old said cheerfully. “I was an incorrigible child and my mentor is not exactly—”

He was struck again.

“That’s getting kind of repetitive,” complained Obi-Wan, kicking his bound feet a bit where they hung a foot off the floor, trying to get the blood flowing. “And the same side every time, too. I’m going to get permanent damage and then how much will I be worth?”

“He’s gotta point,” said the newcomer unhelpfully.

The one who had been bitten scowled mightily, then sneered down at his captive, a mean little gleam in his eyes that the boy did not like the look of.

A moment later, a hand closed tight around the boy’s throat, right above the thin collar that had been set there, rigged to blow if he managed to flee.

Obi-Wan choked and began to struggle.

The hand squeezed tighter. “The punishment should fit the crime,” the male mused aloud. “And it’s your back talk that’s going to get you in trouble with your new master, and lower your value on the auction block. Seems fair to get rid of your voice, then.”

The other slaver watched appraisingly. “Just don’t kill ‘im, Frid.”

“Course not,” said the man who was evidently Frid, watching with vindictive pleasure as Obi-Wan writhed weakly, his face turning white and then blue.

Obi-Wan was dropped.

He gasped, his breath rattling in his constricted throat, and kept his head down this time.

This is why Master always says I need to redirect that urge to talk back, he reflected, feeling a little queasy. He’s not going to be happy about my injuries at this rate.

•

Qui-Gon was no stranger to bypassing the local authorities on the planets he visited. He was notorious for it, in fact.

This time, he had chosen to work with the authorities — and then ditched them at the last minute.

Now everything was as legal and tidy as he cared to make it, and the government would be able to arrest and shut down the entire operation, over the course of mere weeks if they were focused about it.

...After Qui-Gon had gone in after his apprentice.

He was quiet and careful about his approach, stealing his way into the underground warehouse that was the gateway to the infamous black market of the planet, a place where spice and banned items were passed from hand to hand — and sentient beings, too.

He could sense his Padawan, albeit barely.

Drugged, most likely.

Sustained exposure to Force suppressants could kill him.

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, Jinn followed his instincts down several flights of stairs and down a hallway, listening intently.

Bang.

A door flew open to his left, and he melted into the shadows as two figures emerged, one a hulking Besalisk with a permanent scowl and the other a gangly human male with very scruffy hair.

“—not my responsibility,” the human was complaining. “I didn’t sign up for dealing with him. I didn’t even catch him.”

“I did,” the Besalisk grunted. “Little whelp. Squirmed around like a worm on a hook and wouldn’t stop fucking screaming. He would’ve alerted the whole neighborhood just moving him from where we picked him up to the truck.”

“Why didn’t you just gag him?” the human laughed.

“Didn’t have anything to do it with,” the other shrugged. “Tried using my hand and the brat damn near snapped his own neck trying to scream anyways.”

They chuckled a bit.

Qui-Gon held his breath, both wanting and not at all wanting them to be discussing who he thought they were—

“What do the bosses expect us to do, work miracles?” the human went back to complaining. “I hear he’s a spitfire. And they want him ready for sale, in what, three hours?”

The Besalisk grinned. “Three hours is plenty of time. Frid told me that smacking the kid around doesn’t do much good, but he half-strangled him earlier and that shut him up. Jedi whelp.”

And there it was.

It was all the evidence Qui-Gon needed.

The two slavers turned around in alarm when they heard the distinctive hiss-snap of a lightsaber igniting.

All they caught a glimpse of was a towering figure seemingly appearing out of thin air, his expression serene but his eyes blazing, an emerald blade glowing in his hands, and then they were down for the count.

•

Obi-Wan decided that lying facedown on the floor was the better part of valor for the moment.

He was sore and bruised and scratched, and his throat was swollen while his neck chafed against the collar, and he could no longer tell if the nausea was caused by the drugs in his system or from being mistreated.

They had forgone the cloth gag in favor of sealing his lips shut with tape, which Obi-Wan considered a compliment to his ability to annoy them, but it also hindered his ability to breathe.

The slaver standing over him was dusting his hands off rather gleefully.

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut and wished very very hard, knowing that even without being able to touch it, the Force was with him—

And like a miracle, the door swung open, and there was his wish.

The slaver didn’t stand a chance. He only had time to let out an undignified squawk of surprise before he was flying into the ceiling, smacking into a rafter with undue force and then dropping neatly onto a nearby cot that rattled under his weight.

Obi-Wan sighed and let his eyes drift closed.

The man in the doorway was at his side in an instant.

A warm hand touched his shoulder, then slid upwards to touch his neck, looking for signs of life, examining his damaged throat.

Then, very carefully, the tape was peeled away from his mouth.

Obi-Wan smiled into the cold flooring and forced himself to open his eyes again.

“Hullo, Master,” he murmured.

•

Qui-Gon had thought, for one heart-stopping moment, when he had reached Obi-Wan just in time to watch him close his eyes and go limp—

But he was awake, now, those enormous bright blue eyes twinkling up at him out of a battered face.

“Hullo, Master,” said a very small, hoarse voice.

“Hello, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said softly, running his hand up and down the boy’s back, unnerved by how chilled he was to the touch. “How does a warm shower and some proper sleep sound?”

Obi-Wan pretended to think about it, and Qui-Gon had to fight down a laugh at his antics, even now. “Do I have to see healers first?”

“Yes,” answered the Master. “But I believe I can manage to have them release you quickly. We’re leaving for Coruscant tonight; we can sleep on the ship.”

“Oh, all right,” said Obi-Wan, but he didn’t move.

“Can you stand?” Qui-Gon asked.

“Possibly.”

There was another pause, then: “...not really.”

Without another word, Qui-Gon stood, scooping the boy into his arms as he did, cradling his head against one shoulder. Obi-Wan murmured something that he didn’t quite catch.

They moved out of the room and into the hallway, then began to make their way back out of the warehouse. Qui-Gon was stepping over bodies as he went... most of them merely unconscious.

He spotted the scruffy-haired man who had been laughing about the screaming Jedi whelp, and didn’t begrudge himself for trodding accidentally on the man’s outstretched fingers as he passed.

“I... am sorry, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said heavily. “I should have protected you better.”

The ginger head shifted; the boy murmured something vague into his tunics again and then said softly, “It wasn’t your fault, Master. Besides...” he winced as they crossed beneath a bright light that threw the injuries on his face into glaring relief that made Qui-Gon’s stomach clench with self-recrimination. “...I knew you would come for me.”

And those seven little words did a great deal to ease the rage and guilt still swirling inside the tired Jedi Master.

“Always, Padawan,” he said quietly. “Always.”

Obi-Wan was asleep in his arms by the time they emerged into the twilight, surrounded by the movement of law enforcement as they swarmed upon the compound, and therefore he didn’t know it when Qui-Gon, near-shaking as the adrenaline of the past several, stressful days began to fade, murmured: “Thank the Force for you, little one.” And pressed a soft kiss to the sleeping head.

#star wars #my writing #not my idea #smolbi wan #tiny bean #my baby #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #obi wan and qui gon #star wars au #tw child harm #tw strangulation #dad qui is Not Happy #little obi is just giving vibing and waiting on his dad #i love them your honor #somebody hug him

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grayfilmsandstuff · 3 years

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Hi so uhh,,,, about that matchup thing!! Romantic bc asexual hours. I have general anxiety disorder and adhd. I have dark hair and 5'7". i have trouble controlling my volume & tone so i'm very loud and sometimes sound like im angry when I dont mean to be. I'm akward at first when meeting people but I get into the groove of it quickly. I draw and write, I currently have a story thats over multiple universes. im gender fluid and enjoy most media esp with sentient ai [1/2 jic i'll mark this as Imp]

yes hi hello!! heck yea heres ur matchup! sorry it took so incredibly long! also i don't write sexual stuff anyways so hehrgehrhr

i match you wiiiiiiith...

Hank!

- you and them met when they were on a mission. they ducked behind a table and you were there already, so they offered to protect you. you accepted and after a small skirmish when you showed up at the truck after the mission, you were accepted as part of the team

- he understands a lot of the things going on in your head because he's got a lot going on in his as well. even if you don't feel like talking about it, he'll help you however he can

- he's the exact opposite when it comes to volume, so you tend to do a lot of speaking for him but he will politely ask you to tone it down if you're being too loud. that's one of the many reasons why he appreciates you so much

- they also find your short term memory loss endearing sometimes. you'll be sitting on the couch in their arms on your phone, then you'll put it down next to you to look up and kiss their chin and then seconds later you'll ask where you put your phone

- you're really just super cute to him overall. he would kill anyone and everyone if it meant keeping you safe

- they love your drawings, your stories, and your art in general. they think you're wonderful and you always amaze them with the way you make things out of nothing

- every single thing you've made for them, they've kept in a very special place

- he wears his goggles quite often but they aren't with a prescription, so the first time he put on your glasses he was shocked

- "uhh.."

- "hm?"

- "hey hun, i love you, but i gotta ask. how in the world are you able to see with these?"

- "oH PFFT-"

- whenever you ask him to clean your glasses he'll use the cloth on his gloves and then bend down to put them back on your face, brushing your hair to the side and kissing you on the forehead

okay hope you liked this!!

#mc but the good kind #my writing #text post #from the minds of others #imp #x reader #x reader matchup #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #hank x reader #hank j. wimbleton #mc hank #madness hank #madcom hank #madness combat hank #madcom #madness combat

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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all i ever wanted jack daniels x reader

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imo this one is much better than the last. plus we get to see more of our faves lol. i hope yall like it!

Song: youre the one by greta van fleet

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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"max! come back!"

i yelled, chasing after my six year old. i heard him giggle as he ran towards the front door of the office.

"gotcha!"

i said, grabbing his hand before reaching around him and picking him, placing him against my hip with a huff.

"mommy i wanna go."

he whined and i shook my head, opening the door.

"i know baby but you have to be quiet, there are people working."

i said and he nodded, twisting his fist into my red blazer as we got in the elevator.

"do i get to see your office again?"

he asked excitedly and i sent him a smile.

"yes baby, you get to tour the lab too if ginger remembered you where coming today."

i said and he bounced against me, kicking his legs. i could barely hold onto him.

"mommy look!"

he pointed as the elevator opened, the large statesman emblem was embossed on the wall. i nodded with a smile.

"you wanna touch it?"

i asked and he nodded, leaning forward with his hand outstretched. he placed his hand against it, rubbing his fingers into the grooves like he had the last few times he'd visited.

"is that my favorite little man?"

i heard from behind me and turned to look at champ making his way down the hall.

"champ!"

he screamed, wiggling out of my grasp and running into his arms.

"you're getting so big."

champ said with a groan as he hoisted him up into his arms.

"im six now!"

max said loudly as we began the short walk down the hall to my office.

"six?! you're practically a grown up!"

champ said, making max giggle.

"no silly, im not that old."

he said with a smile as we rounded the corner.

"well, big man, what do we have on our list of things to do today?"

he asked as i moved to my desk to start my computer.

"ginger said i could tour the lab!"

he said loudly as champ sat in the chair opposite me, looking up to me and giving me an almost impressed look as max got comfy in his lap.

"well doesnt that sound fun."

max nodded quickly.

"hey kiddo, how about when you're done, you have ginger bring you by my office. i got a present for ya."

champ said and i sent him a look.

"really?!"

max said, wrapping his arms around champs neck in a hug.

"thanks."

he said, champ laughing a little bit as he hugged him back.

"well i gotta get back to work buddy, ill see after the tour. yeah?"

he said, holding him and standing up, setting him down in the chair.

"okay champ!"

he said with a wave and i nodded to champ as he made his way to the door.

"dont forget that mission assessment today either."

he said and i nodded.

"im meeting with jack during the tour."

i said and he nodded before closing the door behind him.

"mommy when do i get to see ginger?"

max asked impatiently as i sat, laughing a little bit.

"let me call her baby and i will let you know."

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"ginger!"

max yelled, letting go of my hand and running to her as the doors opened. to my surprise jack was standing there talking to her, looking to me with an interested look as max came barreling into ginger for a hug. she crouched down and ruffled his hair as he pulled her glasses off, tucking the temples behind his ears and smiling at her widely. i laughed a little bit.

"baby you cant just take peoples glasses without asking first."

i said and he looked to me with a frown.

"sorry."

he said bashfully, handing them back to her and watching her stand.

"its okay max. are we ready for that tour?"

she asked, placing them back on her face, and he nodded quickly.

"please, please, please!"

he said quickly, taking her hand.

"ill see you when we're done?"

she asked and i nodded.

"oh, i almost forgot, take him to the conference room when you're done. champ said he had something for the little mans birthday."

i said looking down at him and raising my brows.

"oh thats right."

she said, also looking down at him.

"youre what? twelve?"

she asked playfully and he laughed.

"ginger, you know i just turned six."

he informed her and she nodded, closing her eyes and acting it up.

"oh thats right! six!"

she said, leaning down to his eyes level.

"i think we have something special just for you in here too."

she said and his eyes went wide.

"really?"

he asked and she nodded.

"yep, but we have to wait till we go see champ before you can have it."

she said and he nodded quickly, squeezing her hand and pulling her forward.

"lets get to it then!"

he said and i laughed, waving as they disappeared further into the room. i shook my head and looked to jack.

"ready to get that meeting started?"

i asked and he nodded, following me as i turned to walk out of the lab.

"so,"

he said and i sent him a raised brow.

"whose kid?"

he asked and i huffed out a laugh.

"mine, jack, he's mine."

i said and he nodded.

"funny, you didnt mention him."

he said and i shook my head.

"forgive me for not informing the out of towner."

i said with a wink and he rolled his eyes.

"hey y/n."

tequila greeted as he rounded the corner just as we did. he tipped his hat to jack.

"whiskey."

he said. i turned around and walked backwards to look at tequila as he got further away.

"max is in the lab with ginger, party in the conference room after their tour."

i said and he fist pumped.

"ill be there!"

i nodded once before turning back around. jack sent me a look.

"what?"

i asked innocently and he shook his head.

"am i the only one that didn't know you had a kid?"

he asked and i laughed.

"guess so cowboy."

i said, opening the door to my office and letting him in.

"as your boyfriend i feel like i shouldve known before now."

he said and i snorted.

"jack you are not my boyfriend."

i reminded and he sent me a look.

"have we not been going on dates?"

he asked and i closed my eyes, shaking my head and making my way behind my desk.

"missions are not dates jack."

i pointed out and he shrugged, dropping into the chair on the other side.

"why not? if i remember correctly most missions aren't supposed to end with your tongue down my throat."

he said and i sent him a stern look.

"jack-"

he held his hands up.

"no, no, i get it. you dont want a relationship as much as i don't. we're on the same page."

he said and i sighed.

"jack we talked about this. we both have our reasons for not getting into it. i just... i dont want him to get used to someone and then things end badly again. hes already lost one dad, i cant live with the guilt of breaking his heart like that again."

i said and he nodded.

"darlin, i know better than anyone what its like to lose your family, but that doesnt mean we both cant move forward. we have shared experience in that department, maybe it could make our relationship stronger."

i looked to my desk for a moment.

"let me prove it to you. let me take you out on a proper date, let your kiddo get used to me as another statesman agent, and if things get serious later on down the line then great, we can let him know about us."

he said and i looked back to him, chewing the inside of my lip.

"fine. ill let him get close to you today, see if he likes you if you really do plan on hanging around for a bit."

he nodded.

"champ needs me here for a while, i wont be going back to new york long term for at least a few months. besides, you know how badly i wanted to be a dad once upon a time, let me show you i can do this."

he said and i sighed.

"alright, ill give you a shot. but for now lets just get to work. we have to finish this mission report before the tour is over."

he nodded once.

"yes ma'am."

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"mommy look!"

max shouted as jack and i walked into the conference room, running to me wearing his very own black Stetson and bolo tie.

"champ said im an honorary statesman!"

he said excitedly, fixing the tie into place. i laughed a little bit, looking to champ sat at the desk before crouching down in front of him.

"and you are the cutest statesman there ever was."

i said, holding his waist lightly and kissing his cheek. he giggled at me before hugging me quickly and running back to the table.

"now you look like whiskey."

tequila joked, pointing to jack and max looked at him. his eyes went wide as he set his crayon down onto the coloring page he was working on.

"i wanna be like whiskey!"

he said boldly, sliding off the chair and standing next to him, copying the exact way he was standing. jack dropped to one knee and looked over at max.

"its like looking in a tiny mirror."

jack said, max beaming at his words. they both looked up at me.

"what do we think mom? dont we look alike?"

jack tormented and i sent him a testing look.

"i guess we have a new favorite huh?"

i said slightly amused and max side nodded.

"mommy, no one could replace you, but i cant dress like you your shoes are to hard to walk in."

he said, making us all laugh as he climbed back into the chair and went back to coloring.

"thank you baby, i appreciate that."

i said, taking the seat next to him and looking at the page he was working so diligently on.

"did we get more horses?"

i asked, looking to ginger and her nodding.

"i remembered how much he loved going to the stables last time he was here."

she said and i sent her a knowing smile.

"oh, yeah, he has been obsessed ever since."

i said, looking back to him. my gaze made its way to jack as he looked down at him coloring.

"you like horses buddy?"

he asked and max nodded.

"my favorite is the mustang. mommy even lets me watch spirit before dinner every night."

he said proudly, not looking away from his project.

"how would you like to see a real life one?"

jack asked and i sent him a look. max's head snapped in his direction quickly.

"you have a mustang?!"

he asked bewildered and jack laughed.

"yeah i do. ill make you a deal."

he said, pointing at max and max was hooked.

"next time you come in with your mommy, and she's okay with it, ill take ya to go see him. and maybe take ya for a ride around the complex."

he said and max looked to me quickly.

"mommy! mommy please! i wanna see the mustang!"

he said and i sighed, brushing some of the hairs out of his eyes.

"okay baby, next time you visit we can go see whiskeys mustang."

i said and he fist pumped the air.

"yes! thank you mommy!"

he said hugging me. i watched jack with a burning gaze as he sat on the other side of max. i looked to champ and he sent me an amused look.

"kids will be kids."

he said and i rolled my eyes.

"now, how about that birthday cake we talked about?"

#wattpad #x reader #jack daniels #agent whiskey #imagines #one shots #kingsman golden circle #303

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into1-wonderland · 3 years

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Baby!Into1 x Daycare au | Intro

(ft. Bo Yuan as the caretaker of the 10 chaotic bunch, ranging from the ages of 3-5)

a/n: hello hello yumi here~ so this is the first into1 au of mine that will ever see the light of day. at first I was going to write things for it, but honestly I'm going to make it into a series with incorrect quotes to attach with it. this post will be the bios of all the babies and our lovely caretaker Bo Yuan, so enough of me babbling and I hope you guys could enjoy~

First off, we have the Caretaker™ Bo Yuan:

my mans is like in his 20's rn

wanted to open up a little day care as like side job/internship because he wanted to teach kids in the future so he was like “might as well start working with kids now!”

and so

he did it

only regretted his life decisions when his devil number 1 and devil number 2 does something bad

other times he really enjoy looking after them! and he doesn’t even feel like it’s a job!

has been thinking about taking a field trip with all 10 of them but he’s afraid: 1) he might lose one 2) he might lose himself 3) can they behave themselves

his favorite thing to do is having all of them gather around while reading a fairytale to them for nap time

or sometimes he would sing a song

he has a lot of favorite things in day care, literally having all 10 of them just there makes him happy

except when lin mo and nine is having a scream off:

lin mo: ahh

nine: aHH

lin mo: AHH

nine: AHHHHH-

bo yuan, running into the room: what’s wrong?

ak: screaming

bo yuan: why?

patrick, with his hands over his ears: TO SEE WHOS LOUDER

all the other boys: *nods*

isnt always watching the kids 24/7, since day 1 when the kids came in he told them the rules of the daycare and kinda just let them familiarize the place

(bo yuan: its a daycare, and they are kids, they are suppose to have fun!

keyu, in the back, mumbles: i wanna climb the tree in the yard

bo yuan, turns around: keyu no)

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And now we have the kids!!

Liu Yu:

4 years old

very quiet, just likes to sit and read and draw

the most obedient one, and likes to follow around bo yuan

well,, most of the time

he’s played a few pranks on bo yuan like:

bo yuan: liu yu nap time is over you have to wake up

liu yu: *not moving*

bo yuan, gently nudged liu yu: liu yu wake up!

liu yu: *continues to fake sleep and not move*

bo yuan: *leans closer to liu yu’s face to make sure hes not sick or has a fever*

liu yu, scares bo yuan: WAH

bo yuan: liu yu dont do that! you scared me!

liu yu: *giggles*

likes to stretch and bend himself in odd positions

(bo yuan: everyday I’m in fear that he will snap himself in half)

kinda an introvert but once he hangs around everyone for a bit he will open up to them and fit himself in very well

likes to organize and keep things how he found them/have special places where he organizes his toys

jiayuan: *moves liu yu’s fan*

liu yu: hey! put that back!!

has really good etiquettes and never really fights or argues or bicker with the other kids

but likes to joke around and mess around with once in a while

patrick: wahhh i put my cupcakes here who took one!

liu yu, hiding it behind his back: idk maybe keyu took it?

the least of bo yuan’s worries since he’s always in bo yuan’s sight, also he’s aware of his surroundings so he actually helps bo yuan make sure everything’s okay

(bo yuan: i made a checklist for myself on the whiteboard and liu yu likes to check things off for me, he said “coloring in the boxes is fun” so now he's the reason why i get all my work done)

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Santa:

4 years old

riki’s best friend

super happy and bright, like a ray of sunshine

is easily scared

lin mo: hi

santa: WAHHHHH BO YUAN GEGE

really likes bo yuan, would stick on to him a lot and ask him about everything

santa: bo yuan gege whats this?

santa: bo yuan gege what’s that?

santa: bo yuan gege what are you making right now?

hangs out with liu yu and mika a lot (other than riki)

riki is older than him but would hold riki’s hand and take him around like a didi

also really likes racing with mika for E V E R Y T H I N G

(bo yuan: yeah couple days ago they tried to race who can fall asleep faster but because they kept on peeking at each other so they basically didn’t sleep till i said i’ll watch for them)

really likes to dance, every time he hears music he would start grooving around

loves learning new things, which is probably the reason why he always asks bo yuan so many questions

also least one of bo yuan’s worries, just gotta make sure jiayuan and lin mo don’t pull pranks on him

(bo yuan: well they dont really pull prank pranks, its just once lin mo grabbed a frog and started running around and showing it to everyone, but lin mo lost grip and the frog jumped on santa)

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Rikimaru:

5 years old

looks like he’s 3, acts like he’s 3, but is actually 5

best friends with santa! always sticks around him and likes to tug on a corner of his shirt out of habit

bo yuan: alright everyone it’s nap time! i’ve made the beds for everyone

riki, sees his bed is not next to santa: bo yuan gege can you switch my bed next to santa? i wanna be next to santa

he didn’t start speaking till he was 4 so he often stutters when he talk and just looks confused a lot (it's because he’s thinking and formulating his words)

santa and the other kids would always have to interpret for him

bo yuan: riki I brought some snacks today do you want cookies or marshmallows?

riki: ???

santa, motioning with his hands: bo yuan gege said do you want the white fluffies or brown crunchies

riki: oh! crunchies!

squishy cheeks,, bo yuan’s favorite thing is to squish his cheek everytime he sees him

riki: gud mooning bo yuan gege!

bo yuan, squishes riki’s cheeks: ahh I haven’t seen you in so long good morning!!

nine: wait wasnt riki here yesterday??

also likes to stretch,, often seen around with liu yu and they just help each other

(bo yuan: i am afraid he will snap himself in half too)

not too much of bo yuan’s worries, besides the fact that he might get kidnapped because he’s so oblivious

(bo yuan: we were playing outside in the yard once and riki just wandered off because he thought the neighbor’s flowers were pretty)

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Mika:

4 years old

also kinda an introvert, doesn’t interact with too many people

usually it’s santa that approaches him first or keyu^^

found a ukulele in the toy bin one time and wouldn’t let go of it (he claims it’s his now)

his favorite activity at daycare is when they all sing together, that’s when he smiles the most and has the most fun

the one that likes to nap the most

also likes to help bo yuan cook once in a while (mostly just having mika washing vegetables and passing things to bo yuan)

very laid back and not noisy (till he starts playing the ukulele)

often gets scared by lin mo’s sudden screams (actually, lin mo scares a lot of people, sorry to mika’s ears)

also not one of bo yuan’s worries, literally there’s nothing to worry about with mika, all the kids just likes to sit around mika and pet his head so he keeps everyone safe

(bo yuan: one time I couldn’t find any of the kids in the play room, apparently they were all in the napping corner petting mika’s head since he just got a hair cut)

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Nine:

4 years old

loud, very loud.

pouts a lot

everyone calls nine cute, even the boys who are younger than him

likes to boss around patrick because he’s older

nine: patrick gimme that juice box!

patrick: you’re closer you get it!

nine: i’m older than you!

literally scared of everything

if he hasn’t seen it before and it’s living, he’s scared

jiayuan: *holds a bowl of tadpoles*

nine, several feet away: WAHHH WHAT IS THAT

the happiest when he gets snacks + real food food

also really likes to sing!! his favorite thing is watching disney movies because there’s so much music in it and he just loves to sing along

he’s not part of bo yuan’s worries because he’s literally scared of everything, but nine is really naive and would do things that the other kids tell him to do so, it’s a 50/50 on nine

(bo yuan: there was an edible decorative flower on keyu’s birthday cake couple days ago, and somehow jiayuan convinced nine all flowers were edible. so today during outside time nine almost ate the neighbor’s flowers)

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Lin Mo:

3 years old

LOUD. VERY LOUD.

probably the craziest most hyper one out of them all

he and jiayuan always have something bad planned

literally doesn’t have a moment where he’s calm

constantly in bickering mode with ak

lin mo: NO IM RIGHT

ak: NO. IM RIGHT

patrick: what are they arguing about?

keyu: *shrugs*

but is also best friends with ak so he’s also calm around him

(bo yuan: yeah these two have on and off days, you can never predict it)

and also constantly naruto runs around the daycare

bo yuan: lin mo stop running!

lin mo: *nyoom*

he also once nyoomed into keyu

keyu: ow what was that for?

lin mo: you were in my way!

and now he nyooms into keyu for fun

a very good mood maker

likes to smile/laugh a lot

would calm down if you show him a movie or a cartoon

number 2 on bo yuan’s worry list because he’s the "bad influence" for everyone, also he reduces hearing for everyone

(bo yuan: i’ve secretly made a tally book on how many times i have to say “lin mo” in a concerning tone this week and he came in 2nd. he was only here for like 3 days!)

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Zhang Jiayuan:

3 years old

YOURE THREE STOP SMIRKING LIKE THAT

couple months younger than lin mo but this is the real culprit under a lot of his and lin mo‘s plans

it’s just because jiayuan has a lot of crazy ideas and he says them out loud and lin mo is just like “yes”

also sometimes they are just accidents, but he's always doing weird questionable things with lin mo

got really sad one time because he brought tadpoles and put them in the fish tank and killed them since the fish went nom

but then started to constantly catch for tadpoles to feed the fishes

bo yuan: jiayuan stop, you’re killing the frog population!

jiayuan: but the fishies are hungry *pouts*

likes to fight/mess around with keyu for no reason

keyu: *sitting there, drawing*

jiayuan, with a squishy hammer: *bops keyu’s head*

but also will protect keyu if anyone tries to mess with him

lin mo: *nyooms into keyu for the 3rd time of the day* jiayuan, hugs keyu: stop hurting him!

the calmest thing he likes to do is taking care of plants, probably because he saw bo yuan spraying the plants one time and he like to squeeze the spray bottle

number 1 on bo yuan’s worry list, this child is literally not safe alone or with anyone. they were trying to celebrate keyu’s birthday and jiayuan tried to touch the candles, while it was lit, by the flame.

(bo yuan: i just got the tablets and haven’t set up children mode, so i’ll take the blame for this one. but also why are kids so good with technologies nowadays??)

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Patrick:

3 years old

squishy :D

smiley :DD

favorite thing is nap time and snack time

somehow knows every location where bo yuan hides their snacks

bo yuan: *getting the snacks that he hid in the piano*

patrick: *sitting next to the window sill with the snack* hi~

of course bo yuan can never get mad at patrick for eating the snacks because patrick doesn’t do anything bad

also he's a growing child

best friends with keyu,, and drags him on to “adventures”

*the daycare got a new toy play house*

patrick: bo yuan gege, keyu and I are moving out so we can go on an adventure!

keyu: I didnt agree to this??

wants bo yuan to add dress up into the daycare games, since he wants to dress up the other boys in the daycare

patrick: i call it, patrick fashion!

not part of bo yuan’s worries till he’s on his hunt for the hidden snacks, just because bo yuan is afraid he might hurt himself

(bo yuan: i started hiding the snacks higher up and one time i saw him trying to climb on keyu’s shoulders to grab it)

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Zhou Keyu:

3 years old

smart, but really clueless at the same time

tall, but has the personality of smol

likes to draw

also likes to read with patrick,, but usually patrick falls asleep so it’s him, the book, and a sleeping patrick

wears glasses all the time since his vision isn’t so good but somehow he makes glasses look good on him???

has a chain with his glasses because there too many glasses incident with keyu

glasses #1 keyu: I don’t like them! *takes it off and loses it*

glasses #2 keyu: *takes them off for nap time, but riki accidentally rolled on to them and snapped it*

glasses # we don’t know how many: *disconnected from the keyu universe*

also like a month younger than lin mo but literally has to make sure lin mo doesnt “blow” the place up

lin mo: what if I stuck this fork into the pluggie thing?

keyu, picking lin mo up: nope you’re not

when keyu is clueless he either stands there or just sit there and space out, not really noticeable but bo yuan ran into him doing that a couple times

(bo yuan: I thought he was an ai that was malfunctioning, it scared me at first but now I know he just doesn’t remember what he’s doing)

oh did I mention this,, even though he’s one of the youngest, he’s the tallest, with that advantage he likes to try to pick people up

jiayuan: keyu pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: keyu likes me more he will pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: *pouts*

keyu: *tries to pick both jiayuan and patrick up at the same time*

bo yuan, running over: ZHOU KEYU PUT THEM DOWN YOULL BREAK YOURSELF

not too high up on bo yuan’s worry list, give him a piece of paper or book or anything he would just calmly sit there and do something with it

(bo yuan: every time when we do art or reading its so hard to pry keyu away, he has to finish what he was doing and he’s so concentrated he doesn’t hear anybody)

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Liu Zhang (AK):

4 years old

loud, VERY LOUD.

he doesn’t know he’s loud

bo yuan: ak you don’t have to yell

ak: OKAY

monopolized over all the instrument music type of toys in the daycare

bo yuan: ak you know you have to share your toys right?

ak: I gave the ukulele to mika

honestly having ak is like having a walking megaphone so bo yuan ended up actually making ak his little helper for announcements

bo yuan: ak go tell everyone is lunch time

ak: alright!

ak: *da da da running to fetch his little stool*

ak, stands on a little stool in the middle of the play room: ITS LUNCH TIMEEEEEE-

nine, swats ak’s leg: YOU SCARED ME

the only time ak is quiet is when he’s around lin mo, he kinda just likes to watch lin mo and follow him around so that’s that

unless lin mo starts messing with him, then you just lose your hearing for the day

also at first bo yuan was trying to see what ak is interested in, and he taught ak hot cross buns on the bells and thought that would calm ak down,, but oops ak ended up making more noises

patrick: I WANNA SLEEP AK

(bo yuan: I swear something happened to this kid or something. he’s not hard of hearing but he’s just naturally so loud)

i too would lose my hearing if im around ak so much

not to high on bo yuan’s worries but he just make sure ak isn’t being too loud and bothering the other kids, usually he’s pretty good about that but you never know when a little patrick will start napping or anyone really so gotta contain his energy

(bo yuan: ak is usually the first one that’s awake from nap time but its usually like 5-10min before everyone else so i told him he can go and play but he just has to be quiet)

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alrighty !! now you've met everyone in the daycare, what kind of fun and chaotic adventures are they going to have??

(all future daycare au things will be incorrect quotes + short little one shots, this intro mostly served as a bio so you understand their personalities a bit, and i hope you enjoyed it!)

#i wrote a lot of these at like 3 to 5 in the morning #i know theres a lot of loop holes in this au but please ignore it #i just want the fatherly love and chaotic children energy #might have the other chuang boys featured in future stuff in this series #<- im not dropping any spoilers #baby!into1 daycare au #into1 #into1 liuyu #into1 santa #into1 rikimaru #into1 mika #into1 nine #into1 boyuan #into1 linmo #into1 zhang jiayuan #into1 patrick #into1 zhou keyu #into1 ak

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harryfeatgaga · 3 years

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hey bestie i cant seem to get my shit together for my summer term classes 😔😔 this is my first time ever taking classes in summer but my mind does not wanna comprehend so can u offer me any tips for summer term laziness 🙏🏼

IM SORRY I HAVE NEVER TAKEN SUMMER CLASSESDMNFHJVK BUT U JUST GOTTA DO THE BEST YOU CAN ITS ALWAYS HARD TO START BUT YOU WILL GET BACK IN THE GROOVE SOON GOOD LUCK!

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comphersjost · 5 years

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Temptation ➸ Travis Konecny

im baaaaack! so this was fun to write, it took a while to get back into the groove of writing or whatever but like. its done so!! i hope yall like this as much as i do!

summary: you walk in on travis in the middle of....something.

warnings: smut, oral (m on f), slight overstim, slight voyeurism, slight dom!tk

words: 3.2k+

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You didn't mean to.

You hadn't meant to walk in on Travis, but you’d forgotten that the guest room was occupied. Your brother worked for the Flyers in media, and had asked you to move in when you transferred to Temple so you wouldn't have to pay ridiculously high rent at just 19. Travis had been staying with him while a leak in his apartment was being fixed, and the rest of the team didn't have room in their houses, so your brother offered the guest room in his own.

Conversations with Travis had been easy, he was kind, he was funny, and a little flirty. And when he was drunk, he was touchy, liked to stroke your arm, and your thigh, or run his hands through your hair, or he’d pull you into his lap.

And you had temporarily forgotten that he was staying with you and your brother. So you’d come into the guest room to look for your charger and found him completely naked. He had his back to you, turning as soon as he heard the door open.

“Shit, I’m sorry I-” the words died in your throat when he turned to face you. Travis was even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. The hard ridges of muscle rippling with every movement. No part of him was soft, all lines and muscles, and his cock was hard and heavy between his thighs - he was hung. A whine claws its way up your throat, but you bite your lip so hard that you draw blood to force the sound away.

You should stop staring, but your eyes were fixed on his body, his abs clenching with every breath, one hand at his side, the other resting on his thigh, his cock twitches when you slide your gaze back down to it. Your mouth salivates at the sight. And you can't think, can't breathe, but you want.

Travis takes a step towards you and that immediately rips you out of your thoughts. You’re scrambling towards the door, apologies leaving your mouth so quickly that you don't even think he understands. You freeze when Travis speaks, voice rough, “Y/N. C’mere.”

“What?” you stutter, hand on the doorknob, ready to run away and avoid him for the rest of your life. Oh my god you saw his dick and you wanted it, you could never face him again.

“I said, come here Y/N.” As much as you shouldn’t, the authority in Travis’s voice left no room for question, and you slowly and hesitantly take your hand away from the door, taking careful, shaky steps towards him. Your eyes were staring at the wall behind him, refusing to look down in case you did something you’d regret, something he wouldn't want. “Y/N,” he hums, tilting your head towards him so that you were forced to be looking him in the eye. You could feel his cock brush against your thigh, and you couldn't stop a tiny whimper from escaping. “Would you like to touch me, sweetheart?”

Oh my god you’re going to pass out. Touch him?

“C’mon, honey, do you want to?” Travis continues, stroking his thumb across your parted lips. “‘Cause I want you to.”

Okay, now you're really going to faint. He wants you to touch him. He wants you to touch him.

The gasp you let out seems to give Travis the answer he needs, because he takes your hand in his free one, and wraps your fingers around his cock, already slick. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, so thick that you can’t even circle your fingers around him completely.

“Fuck yeah,” Travis swears, his hand sliding to grip your wrist and lead you to move up and down his cock. “Like this, honey.”

“Travis,” you whimper, slowly finding the courage to stroke him without his hand guiding you. “Like this?” You twist your wrist in a way that makes him gasp, and press his cheek against yours.

“Yeah,” he grunts softly, the hand gripping your wrist moving to your hip. “Just like that, you’re so good, honey.” Your grip tightens around his cock and he chokes, the hand on your hip holding you so hard that you’re sure he’ll leave bruises. “Fuck, Y/N.” Travis’s other hand moves from your cheek to wrap around your throat. He pulls his head back to look at you, and slowly leans in.

Another whimper leaves your lips when he finally kisses you, lips soft and slightly chapped, and his stubble scratching lightly against your face. His tongue is soft against yours, in contrast to how tightly he's holding you. You don't stop the movement of your hand, relishing in the way Travis moans into your mouth. He breaks away from your mouth at a particularly hard upstroke of your hand.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, Y/N,” he groans against your mouth, “fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah?” you murmur against his lips. “Come for me, please, Travis, I want you to come.” Travis groans again, his hips bucking into your hand. His hands tighten around your throat and on your hip as his body tenses up. A sharp cry of your name leaves his mouth, Travis’s body jerking a few times and hot spurts of come land on your hand and both your stomach’s.

“Fuck, Y/N, shit, fuck,” Travis moans, his grip around your throat and hip loosening up considerably.

He lets out a surprised noise when your free hand presses against his chest, pushing him back towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the edge and he falls onto his back. You immediately miss the feeling of his hands on you, but a smile plays on your lips when Travis reaches out for you, making grabby hands.

You pause for a moment to bring your hand up to your lips, dragging your tongue along your skin where his cum fell, sucking it into your mouth.

“Fuck, honey, you're gonna kill me,” Travis hisses at the sight, cock twitching against his thigh. “C’mere.” You don’t move, looking over Travis’s body with hungry eyes. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” His mouth is pulled to the side in a lazy smirk, and he’s propped up on his elbows while you look at him.

“Yeah, actually,” you say softly, meeting his eyes, “I like it a lot.”

“Shit,” Travis swears, sitting up to pull you to him by the waist. You giggle as he flips you onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. “Fuck, baby, you’re beautiful aren't you?” A gasp leaves your lips when Travis leans down to place his lips on your neck. “So good jerking me off like that huh? So good for me baby, making me come like that.” You whine and use your clean hand to guide his face back to you, fitting your lips together in a searing kiss.

“Want you to fuck me, TK,” you murmur softly against his lips. “Please, want you to make me come.” Travis cusses again, sliding a hand under your t-shirt, hot against your skin.

“This needs to come off, I think,” Travis grunts, before you lift your arms up to make it easy for him to slip your shirt off. His hands are rough and warm on your skin the moment the fabric comes off, roaming over your torso as if he doesn't know where to touch first. He places sloppy wet kisses along your neck, causing you gasp when his teeth brush your skin.

He pulls back for a moment to look at you, and you gaze back up at him with wide eyes. A smirk pulls at his lips when he leans back into your throat, and you cry out when he bites down at the column of your throat, sucking at the bruising skin before soothing it with his tongue.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you like being marked up?” he rasps against your neck. You feel the words more than you can hear them. You let out a high pitched moan in response. “Yeah you do.” He takes advantage of you arching your back into him to reach under you and unclasp your bra, drawing the straps down your arms and throwing it somewhere on the ground.

Travis immediately sucks a nipple into his mouth, both hands sliding under your back to push you up towards him. A whine escapes your lips as he tugs the bud between his teeth away from your body.

“Oh fuck, please, TK!” you gasp, out of breath from the way his mouth feels. Another whine falls from your lips when he moves to the other breast, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you when he bites down on your nipple. Vibrations from his low chuckle rumble through you as he drags his mouth down to the inside of your breast, sucking a rough mark into the sensitive skin.

You grind your hips upward into his still hard cock when his hands find their way to your chest, cupping you roughly and pinching and pulling at your nipples. You whine again, pleading for him to do something. “Please, Travis, please, please.”

“What do you want, honey?” Travis leans up to steal another kiss, swallowing your moans from his unrelenting hands. “Gotta tell me what you want.”

“Trav, please,” you plead, “just fuck me, please, c’mon.”

“I got you, baby, I got you,” he murmurs, making his way down your body and undoing the button of your jeans with fumbling hands, before pulling them down your legs as quickly as he can. Travis places soft kisses along the inside of your leg as he makes his way back up your body. Your hips jerk and you moan as he drags his tongue along the line of your panties.

“Please!” you gasp, Travis ignoring your pleas as he sucks marks into the soft skin of your thighs. And then finally - finally - peels your panties down your legs to join your jeans on the floor at the foot of the bed.

The way Travis looks up at you through his lashes has you squirming with need. God was he finally going to fuck you?

As if he reads your thoughts, Travis smiles wide, like a Chesire cat and shakes his head slightly, before sliding his tongue through your folds. You jerk in surprise, keening and arching towards his mouth. He splays a hand across your pelvis and pushes your hips back down to the mattress, lips closing around your clit and sucking hard. You can't help the noises that spill from your mouth, wriggling your hips if only for more more more.

“Stay fucking still,” he growls, making you whine at the loss of contact from his mouth, pushing your cunt towards him. A sharp smack to you center causes you to cry out and your body to jerk again. Did he just-? He grins sharply as you gape down at him. “You’re so greedy, sweetheart, aren't you? Stop fucking moving or I'll spank you again.” You gasp at his words and he laughs. “You’d like that wouldn't you?”

“Um, I-” you can’t formulate the words, so you cut yourself off and look away from him, feeling the heat rise to your face.

“Hey,” comes Travis’s soft voice, a hand tilting your face to look at him. “It’s okay to want it, baby. I’ve wanted to bend you over my knee for so long.” You gasp again at his words, embarrassed by how much you want, and he smiles. “I’ll bruise your pretty little ass later, sweetheart. But for now I just wanna make you cum.”

Travis’s tongue fucks into you before you can respond, making you cry out and grip the blanket. “Oh, god, Travis, please,” you whimper, the hand not holding onto the blanket cupping the back of his head to keep him there. He pushes on your wrist to pull your hand out of his hair and laces your fingers together, giving you something to hold onto while he fucks you with his tongue.

A hum from Travis vibrates through you, and you keen, arching your back again while he keeps your hips pinned with his other hand on your stomach. His thumb suffocates your clit when he pulls back for a moment to speak, rubbing relentlessly against the sensitive nub.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he hums, sucking another mark into your thigh, and you whine in response. “Gonna come all over my face, aren't you?”

“Yes, yes yes yes yes, please.” Moans leave your throat uncontrollably when his tongue slides back into you. “Travis! Right there, right there, please, yes, fuck, right there, I’m gonna-”

You scream as your vision spots, the coil in your stomach exploding into white hot pleasure. You writhe under his mouth as wave after wave of your orgasm tears through you. Travis’s tongue is unrelenting, pushing you through your peak as you scream. It feels like you’re floating forever, an endless whirlwind of bliss that you’ll never come down from. You're barely conscious of Travis holding your hand down to the bed, his other thumb rubbing your clit while his tongue fucks into you.

Finally - finally - your vision starts to return, the feeling of his tongue almost too much on your oversensitive cunt.

“No,” you whine when he pulls your clit back into his mouth, “No, too much, please.” Countering your expectations, Travis pulls his face away from your cunt and drawing his hand away from yours, leaving you to collapse back into the bed.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing his way back up your body. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N, coming for me like that. So good for me.” You preen at the praise and reach for him, desperate for contact. His mouth and chin are glistening with your cum, but you pull him in for a kiss anyways.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, your hands cradling his face to keep him close. He breaks his mouth away from yours to look at you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Hi,” you breathe.

“Hi baby,” he laughs, kissing you again. You laugh with him as he leaves kisses all over your face. “God, you’re so good sweetheart, I could eat you forever.” A soft whimper leaves your lips, while he presses another kiss to your throat. The feeling of Travis’s cock brushing through your folds causes you to moan, pushing your hips up into him.

With no warning, the first breach of his cock has you crying out for him desperately. He sinks into you, inch by inch, burying his face into your neck to muffle his moans. He wraps a hand around your thigh, tugging your leg up and around his hip. You feel impossibly stretched, and he hasn't even sunken into you fully. You feel full, desperately grasping at the muscles on his back.

“Jesus, fuck, Trav, please, oh god, holy shit,” you whine, rocking towards him to get his cock deeper.

“Fuuuuck, baby, you're so fucking tight,” Travis grunts, pressing his face into your hair as he moans.

“Wanna hear you,” you moan, twisting your fingers in his hair in pulling sharply. “Please.” His head jerks back, nose trailing along your cheek until his mouth is by yours. You sob when he sinks deeper, deeper, deeper, feeling like you can't possibly stretch enough to take him. His hips finally meet yours, leaving you squirming at the feeling of being so stuffed with him.

“There you go sweetheart,” he croons, nosing at your cheek. “Look at you, honey, you take me so well. Feel good, baby?”

“Yeah, yes, oh please, feels so good Trav,” you keen, “Please, please move, Trav, god please move.” The drag of his cock along your walls makes your body jerk, and Travis growls.

“Stop fucking moving,” he hisses, pinning your hip with one hand, while the other catches both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. “God, you’re so needy, aren't you? My needy little girl.” You sob when he thrusts forward again, hitting a spot so deep inside you you didn't know it existed. His sharp thrusts are relentless, unforgiving.

“Please!” you beg, for what you're not sure. “Please, right there!” Travis slows down, making sure you feel every inch of him when he slides back into you, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.

“Riiight….here?” he murmurs smugly, laughing when you wail and arch into him, hands fighting against his grip so you could just touch him, hold him. “Ah, there it is.”

He kisses along your jaw as you babble out pleas, driving your hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Yes!” you scream, “Yes, oh fuck, yes right there, oh god please.”

“Gonna come for me again baby?” he grunts, catching your lips for a moment with his own before he breaks from you to gasp when you clench around him. “C’mon, baby, come for me, I’m so close.”

You can only moan in response, causing him to move the hand that was gripping your hip to rub firm circles on your clit. You clench around him again as you feel another orgasm building.

“Yeah, there you go baby, you're close huh?”

You nod frantically, chasing his lips to muffle your screams. The kiss is sloppy, desperate as he pursues both your orgasms. His thumb on your clit is merciless, rubbing roughly along the swollen nub as the movement of his hips becomes erratic.

“Come on,” he growls against your mouth, your eyes locking with his and unable to look away, “Come for me.”

You have no choice but to obey, the sensations on your skin and the eye contact too much for you to hold back. You scream when you cum, sobbing at the way your orgasm rips through your body. You're somewhat aware of the way Travis roars when he peaks, hot spurts of cum spilling into you. His cock pulses inside you as he tries to draw out the last of your climaxes, leaving you withering at the overstimulation.

He presses soft kisses to your face and neck as he slowly draws his softening cock out of you, gently shushing your whimpers. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, so fucked out that you can't even move.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp at the emptiness, the slick mess of his cum and yours making you miss his cock inside you. “Jesus, Travis, that was - oh fuck!” You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel his fingers sliding through the puddle of his cum sliding out of you, opening your mouth obediently when you feel his fingers tap against your lips. Drawing them into your mouth, you suck them clean of both of your cum, licking around and between his fingers.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, “Wanna see if you can cum again?” Your legs instinctively clamp shut, making you gasp at the overstimulation of your clit being trapped between your thighs, and parting them again.

“Later,” you hiss, opening your eyes to find Travis’s gaze locked on your cunt with hungry eyes. You guide his gaze back to your face, leaning up to kiss him. “Too sensitive,” you mumble against his mouth. “Fuck me again later.”

“Yeah?” he grins, dipping down to kiss you again. “Want me to fuck you again later?”

You laugh. “Didn't you promise me a spanking?”

#jesus LORD #travis konecny #tk #philidelphia flyers #flyers imagine #flyers smut #travis konecny imagine #travis konecny smut #hockey #hockey smut #nhl imagine #nhl smut #temptation fic

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yyxgin · 3 years

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im so glad you had your first day!! how was it? did you get into a groove? make some work friends? i believe in you bestie 🥺💗

over the moon today. i took the jelly desert thingies (remember me telling you about the food runner who shared one w me?) n i told everyone if they want one to take some n i told the barman n he was like hmmm okay n then i said if he didn’t like lychee i had mango n he was like 😋😋 mango yum so i’m taking those tomorrow. me n two of the girls were giggling at his expense (he doesn’t know) bc he said to the girl ‘not to point out that i’m staring at your ass but you’ve got chocolate on your bum’ n i kept making sly comments for the rest of the evening. i carried some plates back to dishwash n i got some food up me on my boobies (��) n i went back to the girl n was like ‘okay girl tell me if there’s anything i haven’t got bc ben’ll point it out otherwise’ n we just laughed. i kept saying stuff like maybe you should just bend over n ask if there’s anything on your bum n she screeched 😂😭

my manager gave my friend a job. i was mildly annoyed bc out of all the new starters i genuinely think i was the only one who had a real interview. my friends mum dropped us off n i literally went to get changed n when i came back she was gone. she messaged me n said my manager just gave her the job. like thank goodness! but also sis what how comes?? she said she trusts me n my word so… also the area manager was there today n my manager isn’t supposed to be hiring anyone but the area manager asked her why she was hiring n asked if it was my friend n asked if she could work as good as me bc otherwise why was she hiring 😳 my supervisor told me this and said ‘don’t let her drag you down’ i was like 👍 yes bestie never!! like i love my friend but at the same time i do not want to be responsible for her every step of the way. in the nicest way possible, i did the first part, asking if my manager was hiring to help my friend out bc she hates her current job etc etc but the rest is down to her. like if she messes up, that’s on her. if it had been the other way around i wouldn’t expect anything different, you know? but i’ve always known when and where to draw the line. im good at standing my ground. speak to me like shit and it’ll come right back around, right?

one of the girls today said her table was quite rude/stand-offish to her n she was like ‘i really needed you there bc you would’ve put them in their place’ and i said afterwards ‘do you want me to have a word with them?’ deadly seriously n she panicked n was like no it’s okay!! unless they properly upset her it wasn’t to worry about. i can’t stand people who are rude unnecessarily to 1) cleaners 2) food servers (waiter/ess, dinner ladies, the likes) and 3) people who’s first language isn’t the one spoken widespread in the country they’re in (so if someone was rude to the lovely thai food runner bc there’s a language barrier i would actually fight them bc she’s literally the sweetest). i get so mad at people n now i feel weird. like i have all this energy inside me now waiting to be used bc i was not best pleased with the women who was rude to one of my girls >:( n now i just want to explode but i don’t have a reason? i need to release this energy soon. nobody has massively annoyed me recently though but i was ready to say something if they said anything to my girl.

goodness me!! also not the biggest fan of people who stay when we’re literally getting a delivery 😐 like, go home, fr. respectfully, leave the goddamn premises.

im so sorry i feel like ive mostly ranted today!! but yeah. my motherly instinct is kicking in… except ion have kids. noice. n e way!! ly bar 🥺🦋💗 ~ 🌻

aaah my first day was super weird. there was a lady ive never seen before bossing everyone around,,she had like the classic short haired tattooed smoking 40year old look and i was lowkey scared of her but apparently shes there only until tuesday ?? i think she is like,,the boss of the whole chain or something ?? idk. anyways my manager was nice, i was chipping clothes and then they like uhh forgot i was even there and they all went to leave so that was funny. the other coworkers there offered me a ride home but i declined bc my dad went to get me but that was cute <3 they seem nice but too old to be my work friends djsjks i am going again on monday so we'll see how that goes !!

DJSKSK THE BOY I WAS INTO DID THE SAME TO ME 😭😭 he was like "bar you have something on your butt" and i went "are you staring at my ass?" and he went all 👁👄👁 no.

I totally get why you were "mad" abt your friend getting that job so easily. I would feel like that too, like,,you worked hard to get that job and she just chimes in and gets it just like that ?? i felt like that when we were on our internship that I got for me and my friend (that wasnt even talking to me at that time bc she was annoyed by me lmao) and i was the one getting the hard work while she did nothing all day. like i had to write all the emails and do the paperwork so we could intern there in the first place and then she just chimes in and doesnt even do anything and just walks around the whole day and gets a good grade for nothing. djsjsk or maybe im just too dramatic. that might be the case too.

you are so protective i love that🥺you look like that kind of friend i'd trust with my whole life cjsjsk also i get why you feel like that bc i get that too😔 i even stood up for my classmate multiple times but now my whole class just hates me and i am the bad one so💔💔💔but im done talking abt it i had my fair share of mental breakdowns yesterday when the drama was happening (also the reason why im replying so late,,,sorry about that😔)

IM ALWAYS HERE WHEN U NEED TO RANT !!! I ranted in my reply too so sorry if im being annoying but you just gotta get it out some days. 😩 ily more hope u have a great day !! <3

#💌ask #🌻 anon

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the-outsiders-blogg · 4 years

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Can i get a imagine where Darry goes to a night club and it’s dark but disco lights are lighting up in the room and he dances with a random girl which is y/n to the song ~ into the groove by Madonna and y/n kisses Darry who she mistakes for Sodapop and then a disco light flashes darry’s face which y/n gets a good look at him and apologizes to him and rushes out of the club ?

Ahaha I love this so much thank you for the request! If y’all haven’t heard Into the Groove by Madonna go listen to it it’s a bop guys <3

Into the Groove (darry x reader)

Darry goes to a nightclub where the reader mistakes him for Sodapop. (songfic?)

The nightclub was dark, with only the flashing of the disco lights occasionally lighting up the room. You had taken a break from dancing with your friends to go to the bar and pick up a drink. Not that you hadn’t had any. You had become more and more comfortable dancing and the hours were blurring together.

And you can dance...

You heard one of your favorite songs starting, so naturally you headed back to the dance floor. A bright flash of blue light came from the ceiling and you saw someone you recognized in the middle of the dance floor - Sodapop Curtis.

You knew Soda pretty well. You always tried to go to his DX to fill up your car. You two always flirted. You had even been to his house once or twice.

Come on, I’m waiting...

The music coaxed you over to the figure in the middle of the dance floor. He saw you approaching and seemingly invited you to dance with him by reaching his arm out.

Get into the groove...

You turned your back to the figure and pressed against his chest, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He had his hands on your hips, swaying you to the beat.

Boy you gotta prove...

You seemed to forget that there was a crowd of people around you. You were completely focused on moving your body in sync with Soda. Geez, you had spent so long dreaming about the moment Soda held your body close to yours.

Your love to me...

The figure turned you around and suddenly crashed his lips into yours. You rested your arms on his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. When you finally pulled away, you looked at the figure’s face. Just then, a bright stream of pink light came down, revealing the figure to be Darry Curtis, Soda’s older brother.

You quickly took your arms off of him and took a step back.

“Darry?” you said loudly so you could be heard over the music.

“Y/n?” he replied with the same volume.

You felt your head spinning. “Im sorry, Darry, I-” you stuttered, bringing a hand to your forehead. “I have to go.” With that, you quickly ran off the dance floor and out of the nightclub. Surrounded by silence, you took deep breathes of the fresh air.

aaaaAAH! Guys I love Patrick Swayze so much fun fact my great aunt danced with him a few times. First songfic?

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfic #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders darry #darry curtis #darry curtis imagine #darry curtis x y/n #darry curtis x reader #darrel curtis #darrel curtis imagine #darrel curtis x y/n #darrel curtis x reader

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IM BACK WITH DIGITAL ART *cue unholy screeching*

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◇The Prince and The Punk◇

Chapter 3: The Girl at the Rock Show

word count: 2,048

Warnings: sight mention of abuse

Summary: Ransom goes to a concert with you.

A/n: Wow, I'm so sorry this took so long to write, I had a lot of stuff going on within the last 2-3 weeks, but im getting back into the groove of writing. Thank you all for understanding and supporting me. 💖 (does this spacing look weird to you? Let me know.)

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You've been fighting with yourself all week over whether to confront Clarissa, you knew getting into someone's relationship would cause problems, but you couldn't just let what you heard go. You sat in the library at campus, zoning out from the laptop you were looking at, you finally started to get to know Ransom, you would even probably call him your friend.

You were snapped back into reality as Ransom snapped his fingers in front of your face, "You must be really focused," he laughed, sitting across from you, "what are you working on?"

"A little research paper before we're out for winter break." You said, going back to typing, "don't you have a paper to work on?"

"I'm done already," he smirked, you noticed he was wearing one of his white sweaters today, his right cheek was a little flushed, your heart sank, wondering if Clarissa hit him again. "you have any plans for winter break?"

"I'm going to a concert tonight, that's really it, work and go home," you said, "hey does-"

"A concert? With one of those bands you like? Can I come?" His blue eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Really? You?" You tried to hold a laugh, "you wanna go to a concert? It might be too much for your rich ass."

"How bad can it be? Clarissa is going on a trip with some girls from the cheer team and I got nothing but free time."

Your jaw clenched at her name but you remained calm, you could ask him later.

"Alright, you wanna go? Then meet me at my house at 6," You wrote down your address and cell phone number and handed it to him, "and I wouldn't wear that, it'd be a shame to see that sweater ruined."

Walking across the field to your car, you passed by the cheerleaders, all who were chatting with Clarissa. You did your best to ignore the loud talking amongst them but you turned your head when you heard your name being called.

"Y/n! Hey!" Clarissa was running over to you, dressed in the university's sweat suit, "sorry for the short talk yesterday, maybe we started off wrong."

You looked into her baby blue eyes, knowing damn well that was a lie.

"Yeah, I think we did too."

"We should try to get to know each other, do you wanna come hang out with me and the squad?"

You rather pull your eyelashes out, but maybe you could try to get to know her.

"Ah, yeah, sure." You smiled and followed her over to the circle of girls, you were introduced to each one and they all seemed rather nice. They mainly talked about their classes, some were even in the same majors as you. They also talked about their upcoming trip, they were using one of the girl's parent's vacation house by a lake, it honestly sounded fun, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something bad, most likely Clarissa was burning holes into you under that preppy demeanor.

Clarissa checked her phone and smiled, "I got a few things to finish before we leave tonight," she said, breaking away from the group, "but I'll see you all later."

The girls waved their byes and you took the chance to leave too, some shook your hand while others hugged you, it felt a little strange but you happily gave them hugs back. On the way to your car, you caught a glimpse of Ransom and Clarissa talking from across the campus. A cold shiver ran down your spine and alarms were going off in your head, you should check on him, to make sure he doesn't get hurt. But it wasn't your place to do that, taking a deep breath, you unlocked your car and drove home, you sworn you could have seen Ransom looking right at you.

It was almost four thirty when you arrived back at home, the little two story house was simple and modern, grey with red window panes. Your father brought it when you were still just a baby, but worked on it over time. You took off your bag and coat, leaving your boots by the door, your mother came around the corner from the bedroom and greeted you.

"Long day today?" She asked, you mother was smart and kind, but she also didn't mess around when it came to family or her patients.

"Yeah, but you know I'm going to that concert tonight, right?"

Her brows furrowed, "It's going to snow tonight, anyone going with you?"

"A friend from college, he begged me to come so he's gonna drive us." You walked into the kitchen and sat your stuff down to look through the fridge for leftovers from last night.

"Your dad ate the leftovers," you groaned and closed the fridge in defeat, opting to make instant noodles instead, "that has a lot of sodium you know? And your friend, can he drive in the snow?"

"Yes, mom, we'll be fine, worse case scenario is that I have to stay with him, and he's right in town."

Your mother, still hesitant on letting you go, rubbed your back, "I trust you enough, I've seen it everytime you go to those crazy concerts, you are careful and mature, just be extra careful tonight."

"I will."

You were getting changed when your mother called you from the bottom of the stairs,"Y/n! There's a young man down here to see you, he's very handsome, his name is Ransom, where did you find him?"

You groaned loudly in annoyance, the down side was that your mother could be really embarrassed, on purpose. You grabbed a jacket and huffed down the stairs, seeing Ransom in your living room, he wore a black long sleeved shirt that hugged his arms and black jeans, it was definitely a shock to see him in darker colors.

"I found him in the trash at school, he looked like he needed a home," You joked with you mom, Ransom felt the burn from that comment but still held a smile on his face. "You look like you're about to go commit a crime."

"There was that one time in high school with the principal's car." Ransom laughed.

"Well, one person's trash is another's treasure, don't let me hold you two back, just be safe, and try to stay out of trouble." Your mom winked at the both of you before going back to her room.

You grabbed your keys and opened the front door, "let's get going, traffic is going to be a bitch."

The car ride with Ransom was going well, traffic would happen in certain parts but he made sure that the both of had something to talk about. By the time you arrived to the venue, snowflakes began to fall, you cursed your mom for being right all the time.

"Hopefully this snow won't be too bad on the way back," Ransom said, "you never told me who we were seeing."

"Dreams of Demise," you smiled, "they're band is from a small town but they're really good."

His eyebrows raised a little, "Holy shit, they sound a little intense." He laughed, opening the door to a large room filled with people and loud metal music playing, Ransom's eyes went wide, taking in everything around him.

You started laughing at his expression, "yeah, it's a little intense, you gonna be ok? You look like you're gonna piss yourself."

"I'll be fine, just gotta break in to this a little more." He said as you both made your way through the crowd to the stage, the band was starting to set up to play and the room was buzzing with excitement.

"Trust me, you'll either break in or be broken, just hope you can handle it." You smiled at him, watching his eyes light up with the same excitement.

"Well, I'm fucking ready to enjoy this."

You and Ransom walk out of the concert right when it was over, the snow had gotten heavier, more than a inches on the ground but it didn't stop the adrenaline that you both felt.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!" Ransom cheered as he ran out into the night, almost slipping on an ice patch. His hair, no longer in the posh pretty boy style, he looked disheveled and wild, it was a good look on him, at this point, he could make a potato sack look good.

"And you didn't die, I knew you could do it," You laughed, getting in the car, "and you even got yourself into a mosh pit, I'm proud, baby's first mosh."

"I want to go to another one, I know some of the bands you like,I could pay for us to go to another one." He turned on the car and dusted the snow off the windshield.

"Maybe, you don't have to pay, I make it by just fine."

The roads were clear of any cars as Ransom drove, the temperature dropped below freezing and he did his best to not slide on any black ice. About a half hour into the drive, you notice the road was blocked going towards your house, you both groaned, knowing that would add an extra hour to the trip back.

"Hey, this snow is getting worse, I don't live that far from here, it might be safe just to stay with me until some of this clears in the morning." Ransom said, pulling over to the side of the road, "If you're ok with that."

"There's no other choice right? I don't want you risking your life to get me home, if you're closer, then I'll stay." You were feeling slightly uncomfortable as you thought about staying the night with Ransom, you knew he lived on his own, you both started a friendship so it would be alright, right? Your stomach fluttered as you sighed.

"SLEEPOVER!" He yelled in the all too quiet car, scaring you back into reality.

"WHAT THE FUCK RANSOM?!" you went to smack his arm but stopped yourself when you saw the smallest flinch, he was pressed against the driver door, that hint of fear in his eyes shown for a brief moment.

"I just haven't had anyone sleep over in a while," he chuckled, "it'll be fun, I got food!"

You nodded, placing your hand on his shoulder, "then let's get going."

Ransom's house looked as you expected it to be, fancy, modern and simple. He pulled into the long driveway and into the garage, "it might be a little cold in here, I like it like that." He lead you up into the living room, hardwood floors with a fluffy rug that definitely was from an animal. You stood awkwardly in the threshold of the kitchen and living while you watch him move about.

"The bedrooms are upstairs," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the stairs, you followed him up the spiraling staircase until you reached the top, grey carpet was all throughout the upstairs, even in your boots you knew the material was something you couldn't even afford a square foot of. "This is gonna be your room tonight." He opened a door and flipped the lights on, the bed was a queen with grey wooden pillars, simple pillows and blankets laid neatly on it.

"Wow, you actually keep it clean in here." You laughed

"I have a cleaning lady come over every other day, she makes it look like I don't even use my bedroom," He laughed before showing you the bathroom, "and here's the bathroom, you can take a shower whenever, just be careful not to slip." Ransom walked into another room that you assumed was his, you waited by the door, taking peaks in. He came back out with clothing in his arms, "these might be a little big on you, but it's better than sleeping in concert clothes."

You took the clothes and smiled, "Thanks Ransom, you didn't have to do all this for me."

"That's what friends are for," he said, his eyes softly looking at you, you gave a strong yawn and wiped your eyes, "you should get some rest Y/n."

"I am," you walked over to the guest room and waved, "goodnight Ransom."

"Goodnight Y/n."

#ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #Tp&TP #the prince and the punk

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