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slashersthings · 11 months

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First Meetings// Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader

The first time you met Billy Loomis was at a party that Stu Macher was throwing.

It was a Saturday night like any other. Your friend Emily had begged and pleaded with you to come along with her and another longtime friend of yours - Josh, to this wild party that Stu was hosting. Josh and Stu were buddies, and since Emily and Josh were dating - you felt obligated to tag along.

Plus, you didn’t have any other plans for the night anyway.

So after a long day of work, you went home, showered and changed into a cute black party dress. It was cut a little shorter than your usualstyle, but you liked that. So, after a quickglance over at yourself in the mirror, you head for the door and open it, making sure to be quiet as you crept down the stairs.

You weren’t sure why you still felt as if you hadto sneak out of your parents house. You were a twenty-one year old - old enough to know wrong and right, certainly old enough to drink in a bar without a fake id and obviously old enough to be able to leave and go hang out with some friends without telling your parents first.

But yet… you still found yourself sneaking out to your car with a sigh. It took less than twenty minutes to arrive at Stu’s house, and once you did, you found that quite a few other people had already arrived.

Emily, having arrived before you, made a dash over to your car once she spotted you. She had a red solo cup in her one hand, the other she threw around your shoulder, “You made it!”

“Yeah, seems I’m a little late.”

“Nah, the party just started.”

She leads you inside the house, practically dragging you to the liquor table. You grab your own solo cup and pour some punch into it.

“So where’s Josh?”

“Over there somewhere.” Emily gestures off in the direction of the patio, “Talking to Stu and some other guys.”

You take a sip of the punch. “I should go say hi.”

“Be my guest. I’ll be there in a second.”

You nod and make your way over to the open patio, finding Josh outside like Emily said he’d be, along with Stu and a few other people you didn’t know. “Oh, look who it is.” Josh greets you with a grin and side hug when you walk over to him.

“Staying out of trouble?”

“Always.”

You laugh, shrugging out of his embrace. Stu Was watching you both with a grin of his own.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time no see.”

“Right back at ya, Stu.”

One of the other guys that was hanging outside had stood, garnering your attention when you looked over at him. The first thing you noticed about him was his muscles, the next was his glorious messy hair that you wanted to run your fingers through.

His dark eyes land on you as he makes his wayover, muttering something to Stu as he heads back inside the house.

Something inside you felt a deep urge to follow him into the house, but when Josh grabs your arm and leads you further away, you push those thoughts down and focus on the party.

—

It wasn’t until an hour later did you run into that guy again. This time he was by himself in the kitchen, sipping out of a solo cup as he leaned against the sink. Once he spotted you, his lips curled into a smirk. “We meet again.”

You awkwardly enter the kitchen, trying like hell to play it cool. “Yeah.”

“You can come in further, I don’t bite.” He was referring to the fact that you were hanging out in the doorway, and you mentally curse yourself for how stupid that looked.

“Good to know.”

“I mean, unless you want me to.”

You blush at the mere thought. “Right.”

“So, whatcha drinking?”

“That god awful punch.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s why I stick to a go to. It’s always better than some random punch.”

He plucks a bottle of vodka off the counter that had been hiding behind his back, wiggling it in the air invitingly. “Want some?”

You eagerly hold out your solo cup, watching as he pours you a decent amount. “Thanks.”

“Cheers.” He clinks his cup against yours. It didn’t take long for you both to knock back your drinks and shortly after, this guy was pouring you another one.

“Trying to get me drunk?”

“Not at all. Just figured you wanted another.”

Well, he was right. “Thanks.”

“So what’s your name?”

You pause to sip your drink, then say, “Y/N.”

“Nice name.”

You notice he doesn’t offer up his own name.

But not wanting to be rude, you don’t ask him for it. Clearly he didn’t want you to know it.

Probably had a girlfriend.

Shit, why did that thought bother you?

“You blanking out on me here?”

His voice breaks your reverie, and you chuckle, “Sorry. Just thinking about things.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Whatcha thinking about? Me?”

His brazen statement has your eyes rolling. Even though he was sort of right. “No.” Lie.

“Your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

You take note of how he sort of seemed relieved to hear that. “A pretty thing like you should.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

His smirk returns. “Among other things.”

You wanted to ask what the other things were, but as soon as you start to, a few other people enter the kitchen, and you watch as he slowly makes his way over to you.

Your eyes widen when he bends his head, lips brushing against your ear. Your heart was racing so fast, you were sure he noticed.

“My name’s Billy, by the way.”

He leans back, and your eyes locked on his lips.

You wanted him to kiss you so badly.

“See you around, Y/N.”

And just like that, he was gone.

But little did you know, you’d see him again.

Like literally the next day at work.

#pt 2 to my other billy x reader fic #this is a prequel to that though #this is now a long fanfic #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #scream

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mondaymelon · 3 months

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uhm. i will not deign to expose myself💋 you can keep guessing :) && *shocked noises* xiao??!? and kaveh?!??!?! totally didnt expect that!!!!?! /silly HAHAHHA dori's just in it for the money she's got her priorities straight fr

omg. no i havent watched buddy daddies yet,, how's it👀 im going to watch apothecary diaries soon!! maybe!! yeah!! tell me how your silly time goes hehehehhehe

oh the asian parents n grades are so real...stay strong melon u can do it🫡 and also!! WOOHOOOO GOOD LUCK N HAVE FUNN!! as long as u enjoy what ur doing!! thats all that matters!!!

question. why was brek babing bot bis bere the example. LMFAO thats actually a really funny codespeak i'd start laughing and fail to finish my sentence kekw

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SHHHH okok listen my delulu doesnt let me rest i swear ( no complaints but yk )

aaaa speaking of vtubers i am drawing my own model rn and as much as separating the layers is a royal pain in the ass ( BECAUSE IBISPAINT DOESNT FUCKING LET ME NAME THE LAYESR and honestly id rather use my phone than my tablet ) i know rigging will be even shittier. am so prepared to perish

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well uhm. the silly time. im. im dead and sick so.

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crovoroh · 2 years

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Gosh, so i read Runaway Max, and before i get into my book report this shit aint canon, it says its an official novel but im taking that with a grain of salt cause the cali backstory timeline doesnt match st3. But this book had so many moment where i was like oh man are they gonna go in depth with the child abuse at Billy AND Max by Neil?? And they just side stepped that narration everytime it came up. Also if i took a shot every time the author called Billy dangerous id get alcohol poisoning. I know its told from the point of view of Max but come on, you can be smarter then this. Anyways this is gonna be long and rambly probably

I just cant get over how many times this story touched base on not just telling but showing litteral child abuse and side stepped it each time, i guess the show does that too tho oop for starters fuck Neil, and also fuck Susan. If i was out on a family dinner and some man i knew for a couple months reprimanded my child for not calling him father, hed be the one being sent away from the dinner table not my child and it makes me so mad and sad that there are actually parents out there who are like that. Your gonna send MY daughter to the car for disrespecting you?? Great, im leaving with her. See you never.

Billy left the reasteraunt to talk to Max at the car and just, look. Let them bond over this awful man being awful. This to me read as Billy making an attempt to warn or maybe protect Max and its just left right here in that paragraph. It makes me so sad any possible understanding between the two starts and stops there. I know this is told from Max's point of view but its very obvious the author made up their mind on how one dimensional they think Billy is. Which is wild casue they kept pointing out signs of abuse in him, like prior to this car moment we have Max having this observation

Or this one

My guy is out right dissociating, hyper aware of his surroundings and unpredictable moods is a damn trauma response. From the words of my dear friend "you wrote a beautifully wrecked character, dont throw that thing out and teach everyone to do the same" also this aint canon but max thinks Billy is fun sometimes and that has me so soft.

And then this entire last scene in the book with billy is just, so fucking tone deaf. "he was damaged. Broken, maybe" yall i thought we were going somewhere with that but nope, im the fool for believing an abused traumatized character would get properly acknowledged but it was a big "hes just like his dad so he'll never be good and also hes worse then his dad, hes crazy" and im foaming at the mouth.

This author is such a billy anti, i think st4 took notes from her for how to represent Billy. I know its all told from Max, a 12 year old whos just sharing her feelings and observations but so much of this was just. Hhhhhh exhausting.

It wouldve been so easy to have Billy zone out and dissociate with the burning cat instead of forcing him to laugh and act insane (also if you think lighting a dead animal on fire is the making of a sociopath have you never been outside as a kid and found something dead and just, fucked with it. Its dead, i think lighting a dead animal on fire is probably the most tame tampering you could do. Not to call myself out but when i was maybe 8 i found a dead toad and i wanted to know what its skeleton looked like and how it decomposed so i took it apart. Kids are bizarre and teen boys are kinda destructive.

The whole scene with billy coming home halloween night and getting beat was upsetting and how it was never mentioned again was infuriating. Him getting attacked by Neil, punched several time getting a black eye and bloodied lip then beaten with a fucking belt. How do you just willingly write that shit then turn around and go "oh yeah nah this 17 year old who ive just said was verbally and physically abused multiple times is a dangerous monster who doesnt deserve sympathy". Im over it, if aang can put aside a century long fued to help his abused enemy who in turn still chased him off but was redeemed in the end then Billy and Max have the stepping stones to do the same, have max put an ice pack down, let billy Sort himself out, its so easily im going insane

And that bullyshit narrative of saying Neil is racist and how Billy probably is too. fuck that, i cant speak for the racism but when i made my first trans friend i was nervous about having them at the house cause i wasnt sure how my family would react or treat my friend so i opted to keep her away too, my situation was more tame then Max, Billy and Lucas' and my family turned out to not be transphobic so it was fine but im gonna self project that Billy was just manic and worried about Max hanging with a black kid and what Neil would do to lucas and max if he saw them. Seeing as how the man got away with denying Max dinner right infront of Susan who did nothing. But also max says how shes not like her parents so its just unfair to turn around and go neil is awful so billy is also awful and wont ever get better

This book isnt canon but i want a similar book from Billy's point of view. But also all things considered i did like the insight into Max's possibly past in cali, her relationship with her dad and mom was pretty neat, even tho, say it with me, its not canon, i refuse, I'll believe in bigfoot before believing this book was proof read by anyone working on the actual show 🥴 i have more to say but its 2 in the morning and i think my eyes are leaking outa my skull, hope this incoherent lmaoo

#But i guess its true to the show by showing him sad and broken then mean and nasty in the same breath #Idk the more hate i see thrown at billy the stronger i love him lol #This is just a bullshit ramble #Stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #Runaway max

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a-dragons-journal · 2 years

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I id as alterhuman/partially human, and I'd love to tell my friends about it but they know next to nothing about this type of stuff, and I'm not sure if I even have kintypes or anything like that. And like, I don't think me being alterhuman affects too much cause I think it feels more like "I'm human but I'm also something else" but I would also like to tell them. What do I do? I think they'd be accepting but I've got anxiety

Yeah, I been there. The advice I've got for coming out to people, as taken from my own experience and that of people I know:

Start with one person, preferably the person you trust the most to not tell people even if they do think it's weird. That gives you basically a trial run to feel out the surroundings, hopefully get reassurance that you've got at least one person who'll support you, and can feel relatively safe that it won't spiral out of your control with people gossiping about it.

If you're like most of us, then if you've been friends with these people for any significant length of time it's very possible they've already noticed something odd about you caused by your alterhumanity, even if they don't have a word for it, and are still around. Maybe I'm more of an outlier than I realize, but the reactions I got essentially ranged from "yeah, that explains some things" to "that seems right for you" to "I'VE BEEN WONDERING THAT FOR MONTHS" - no one was really all that surprised, even though it is, let's be real, a wild concept that probably hadn't ever occurred as a possibility to most of them. Your friends may not be all that surprised either, depending.

If you're really nervous about it, you can start with "hey, have you ever heard of this thing called alterhuman?" (and then explaining the basic concept if they haven't, or asking what they know about it if they have) and see how that goes. That way, if you get a negative initial reaction, you can back out by framing it as "oh nothing, I just saw a weird post on Tumblr and got into a bit of a rabbithole reading about it. Just thought it was interesting, wanted to see what you thought of it" and hopefully let the subject drop. If you get a neutral-to-positive reaction, you can proceed with coming out.

In that same vein, framing it as something you're just questioning, rather than something you're already pretty sure of, is another way to give yourself a chance to back out if things go bad. That way if they bring it up again you can always brush it off with "nah, I ended up deciding it wasn't me" or even "nah, I'm probably just a furry" (if applicable). (With parents, or people who otherwise hold notable power over you, I'll even recommend agreeing with them that it's "kinda dumb" or whatever, but with friends it's probably not a big enough worry to be worth reinforcing that idea - if your friends are really going to make your social life hell about it, they're not your friends.)

On that note - if your friends do end up bullying you about it... they're frankly not very good friends. They may be skeptical, they may be concerned about you at first (which is, honestly, an understandable reaction if you've never heard of the concept before), but if they're actively mean to you about it, you probably need to distance yourself from them - not because of this, but because that says they probably don't actually support you all that much. Coming out (as anything that might be controversial, tbh, not just as alterhuman) is a pretty good test of whether your friends are very good friends.

But you already said you're pretty sure they'll be accepting - I would trust that instinct. Anxiety's a bitch, but it's also a notorious liar. Proceed with caution, but if them knowing this about you is important to you, then do proceed.

#alterhuman #rani talks #asked and answered #anonymous

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chelseasasimmer · 2 years

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Check In Tag

Tagged by @kissalopa (thank you!!)

Why did you choose your url?

Top 10 mysteries science still can't answer Honestly, idfk, it's just the first thing that came to my head when creating this blog. I'm thinking about changing it to be the same as my Origin ID, although I don't know how I came up with that one either so...

2. Any side blogs? If you have them name them and why you have them.

Nah, if you follow me on here you get subjected to everything I post.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I've been posting to this account since September 2021, but I actually made this account a couple months before that.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No lol. I don't even have a queue going at the moment.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I made it mostly so I could share my Plumgo legacy challenge gameplay, lol (#rip).

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Idk, it's just a piccrew I made that vaguely resembles me.

7. Why did you choose your header?

It's a photo of the Grim Reaper playing on one of my sim's computer after he'd reaped her mum, which I thought was kinda funny. Idk.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Um, it's this one: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/chelseasanidiot/673333734186057728 (tbh, every now and then this post'll get a handful of notes all at once and I'm just like 'oh shit, oh fuck, what happened, and in what community??')

The most notes I have on a sims related post though is this one: https://chelseasanidiot.tumblr.com/post/669190134115254272/100-followers-gift-sim-dump-this-preview-is (shout out to Lorraine for reblogging it, at least half of the notes on it came from that, lol)

9. How many mutuals do you have?

A lot. I don't actually talk to many of them though :)

10. How many followers do you have?

440 (!!!) as of writing this

11. How many people do you follow?

672

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Maybe? I think the only non-sims things I've posted have been about my trainwreck mental health, which I don't think counts as a shitpost, but maybe it does?

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Too much. Far, far too much.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Uhm, I did make a vague call-out post (see question 8) about another simmer for being acephobic. They ended up deactivating, but I kinda cringe at myself every time I think about. So I guess I won, but at what cost?

15. How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

Fuck off, I post what I want.

16. Do you like tag games?

YEAH!!!

17. Do you like ask games?

YEAH!!!!!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Um, I have a couple of followers who I happen to know are at least decently simblr famous. And tbh that's kinda wild cause, like, why are you following me? I'm just some guy, you know?

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

First of all, I haven't had a crush on anyone at all for, like, over 3 years now, so... (yes it is a major concern of mine, thanks for asking)

Oh, fuck, I've gotta tag people now, huh?

@autismtrait, @c-ookie, @plumbponette, @kimbr3 and I guess anyone else who wants to do this :)

#ask game #fuck i always get so anxious tagging people in these things #its mental illness innit

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 14]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; shower sex!!!, filming sex videos, dirty talk, intoxication, thigh riding 😗🤤, this chapter is basically pwp LOOOL this ones def a shorter chapter cuz i ended up working on some other things that are comin’ up soon 😳😏!! I’ll post a notice about that tomorrow hehe~💕 Also… I think I’ve decided when and where I’m going to end Cherry Bomb😭😭 I know that comes as a bit of a shock but I’ve been drafting the future chapters in between posting the last few recent chapters and basically everything’s already set up…(more on that next week) 💕 But I wanna say thank you as always for your continued interest and support on CB!! It means so much to me🥺💕!! Anytime I see a cherry I'm just like 👀👀 I must have that!! But also, I’m excited for future series as well!! 💕✨ For now, enjoy ch 14 and have a great rest of your weekend!! 💕🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - ?

Seungcheol tells you he’s going to be a little late in picking you up from work, Wednesday afternoon.

You had easily agreed and told him to take his time as you sat in a booth chatting with Jun while you waited.

“Wow, I just... I can’t believe you’re really stopping Saturday streams… I mean, kinda makes sense though, now that I think about it.”

You hum in response, pouting up at Jun who cleans up the booth in front of you. You had put up the notice on your homepage earlier in the day that you would be stopping Saturday cam shows and that instead, you would be uploading pre-recorded content on Saturdays in its place. “Yeah, I’m used to the filming schedule but Seungcheol’s right, y’know? We can’t film on the side and still keep my normal camming schedule. We’d be too tired.”

“‘We’, huh? It really switched from just you to you and Seungcheol-hyung.” Jun laughs a little as your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah… It’s not… bad, is it?”

Jun pauses, almost dropping the plate he was holding when he turns to face you properly. “Nah… well… I don’t think so? I don’t really mind and your channel seems to have only grown since so it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. If anything you’ve gained a bigger following since. I don’t doubt that hyung’s brought in some viewers on his own too.”

You nod quietly, simmering in your own thoughts.

At first, you thought Seungcheol would only show up in your cam shows every now and then, aside from filming the pre-recorded videos. But he’d easily become part of every single one since the two of you had met, even with his hesitation at first. Living together had only made it easier and even Seungcheol found himself looking forward to filming with you and trying new things.

“Hey, your phone is ringing. Aren’t you gonna pick up?”

You check the caller ID to see that it’s Seungcheol, quickly picking up the call.

“Hello?”

“I’m outside, baby, let’s go~!”

He’s giddy once you get inside his car and he’s still giddy when you get home; confusion on your features when he starts grabbing the grocery bags from the trunk of the car.

“You ran the groceries? You should’ve told me, I would’ve gone with you!” You grab a few of the bags yourself, helping Seungcheol as he fiddles with the car keys to lock it.

“It’s okay, I just grabbed some wine for us and some things I forgot we needed. But I thought we should celebrate a little!”

“Celebrate? For what, ‘Cheollie?”

He grins, keeping silent until the two of you reach the door to the apartment. “‘Cheol~ C’mon tell me!” Unlocking the apartment door, he lets you in first before he closes the door behind himself.

“I just thought we could relax n’ drink a ‘lil, y’know? You started working yesterday and your channel has been doing so well so I thought we should celebrate! I know it’s been a wild couple of weeks so I think you deserve it!”

You smile back at him, laughing under your breath as you start to help him put the groceries away.

“You’re so silly, but, okay!”

One glass of wine quickly turns into two and then into three as you and Seungcheol down more than half the bottle of expensive wine he’d picked up from the store.

“Oh my god, Seungcheol, stoooop. I’m ticklish!” You giggle drunkenly, leaning into Seungcheol’s side as his free hand slides underneath your shirt to tease your skin. He keeps his other hand wrapped tight around a glass of wine, careful to not spill it on the sofa as you squirm next to him.

“Exactly the point, baby.” He mutters against your hair, equally as drunk as you. The alcohol was already making him feel hot and somewhat sensitive to your small breathy noises. “Hey, I wanna try somethin’ if you’re up for it.” You pull away from him slightly, tilting your head up to meet his hazy eyes.

“Okay, whaddya wanna try?”

Seungcheol smirks as he pats his lap and you quickly catch onto what he wants. You ease off the sofa from his side and onto his lap before his hand is on your waist and guiding you until you’re situated on his thigh instead.

“Think you can cum just using my thigh?” He slurs out; drunken eyes blinking hard to focus on you.

“Think? I know I can~ I’ve had to get off with less so this’ll be a piece of cake!”

You get yourself a little more comfortable on his thigh, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for deciding to change into one of Seungcheol’s shirts and a pair of panties before the two of you had eased onto the sofa with the wine.

Seungcheol rests against the cushions as he watches you, simultaneously bringing the glass of wine to his mouth as he takes a generous sip. “Lemme see you, baby. Make yourself cum on my thigh.”

Nodding, you lick your parched lips as your eyes flutter shut. You focus on the feeling of his denim clad thigh underneath you; grinding against him and moaning as the rough fabric only adds to the pleasure that quickly starts to build. “Oh, S-Seungcheol…”

“That’s right, baby. Make yourself feel good for me.”

It doesn’t take very long before your panties are soaking and the addition of the alcohol coursing through your body only makes you feel infinitely warmer and much more sensitive.

“You’re already soaking through my jeans, baby. Does it feel that good?” Smirking, Seungcheol tenses up his thigh just as you throw your head back; too lost in your own pleasure to properly hear him. He bounces his leg once in an attempt to get your attention, but he finds it futile as you only grind against him harder.

“Fuck, Seu--Seungcheol!” You whine, still only focused on yourself and your pleasure as he laughs; still sounding distant to your ears.

“You really are gonna cum, huh? I mean, you’re already soaking through your panties like it’s nothing. Shit, you’d look so pretty just grinding against a fuckin’ pillow right now, begging me to let you cum while I just watched you...”

Seungcheol licks his lips, foggy eyes trained on the wet patch of fabric on his jeans as you start to grind against him quicker. He brings the glass of wine to his lips, finishing off the rest of it before precariously setting the glass down a little further away from the two of you on the sofa.

His hands grip your waist, slowing you down only slightly as he tenses the muscles in his thigh again.

“Please, please, please…” Mumbling, your head rolls forward and your foggy eyes blink open to meet Seungcheol’s equally intoxicated stare.

“Cum. Get my thigh fuckin’ soaked and then I’ll fuck your cute ‘lil pussy just how you want.”

Your panties stick to you like a second skin and only add on to the friction that has you quicking tumbling over the edge of an orgasm. You let out a shaky breath, thighs clamped tight around Seungcheol’s own as your body slumps forward into his warm chest; pleasure washing over you in an instant as you cum.

“Don’t get tired on me now, baby.” Whispering against your hair, he smiles watching your thighs tremble and he eats up the way you whine and whimper against his chest as the waves of your orgasm continue to wash over your body.

“Can you still stand?”

You drunkenly stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror; admiring the post orgasmic bliss that’s apparent all over your features as you stand in front of it completely naked.

“Come over here, baby.” Seungcheol coos, already just as naked as you are as he waits in front of the shower door. “The camera’s already recording and the water is hot.”

“Okay~”

You walk over to him; inner thighs still coated in your wetness as you lick your lips. It was Seungcheol’s idea to film in the shower, saying that the steam from the hot water would keep him from being seen completely as long as he fucked you from behind with your frontside pressed against the glass.

He lets you step in first before he follows suit, shutting the door behind himself. “We’ll let the shower steam up a ‘lil more, huh?” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

Seungcheol tastes just like the wine from earlier as you melt underneath his touch and his hands thread through your hair, kissing you and walking you backwards until your back meets the wet glass.

“Fuck, baby, I should’ve eaten you out earlier. I wanna fuckin’ taste how sweet you are on my tongue.” His words are muffled against your own lips as you mewl in return before teasingly biting his bottom lip.

“You can eat me out for breakfast~” You entice, voice still slightly slurred from the alcohol as Seungcheol pulls away.

“Don’t tempt me ‘cause you know I will.”

He spins you around; letting you press your palms against the fogged up glass as you jut your ass out towards him. Through the foggy glass, only your frontside can be seen by the camera that Seungcheol had haphazardly set onto the opposite counter.

“Still so fuckin’ wet too. You were so pretty cumming on my thigh earlier, baby.” He reaches a hand between your legs, fingertips ghosting through your wet folds as you groan.

“P-please just fuck me! I--I already came o-once and my p-pussy felt so, ah, empty without y-your cock…”

Laughing under his breath, Seungcheol makes sure to not lean forward too much as he places his hands firmly on your waist to readjust your body before wrapping a hand around his cock. “Shit you’re so cute when you beg.”

You wiggle your hips at him; hazy eyes focused on water droplets on the glass. “Please, I, mmh, need y-you...”

Seungcheol positions the head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you by only sliding the head in as you whine. “Nooo, I n-need more than t-that…”

He smirks at your backside, taking pity on you as he slowly starts to sink his cock into your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby...” His brows furrow in concentration just as the grip on your waist tightens and Seungcheol finds himself already starting a quicker pace the second he bottoms out.

“Oh, g-god, yes! Fuck, you feel s-so good!” Whining, you work your hips back as you meet Seungcheol's thrusts; walls already clamping down hard onto him. “Your c-cock is so, ah, b-big and fuckin’ fills m-my pussy so, ngh, good!”

You rest the side of your head and your chest against the cool glass as Seungcheol’s thrusts keep you pressed firm against it. “That's right, baby. Only my cock fills you up this perfectly, huh?” He smirks, angling his thrusts to tap your g-spot as you moan loudly.

“Yes, fuh--fuck, only your cock gets, ngh, me t-this wet!”

Choked sobs leave your lips as Seungcheol focuses on his and your pleasure and he can already feel his cock throbbing, his own body just as sensitive as yours from all the alcohol the two of you had earlier.

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty ‘lil cunt and then once we get cleaned up, I’ll fuck you in our bed too. Make you sleep with my cum inside your pretty body and then eat you out in the morning until you’re cumming on my tongue.”

You clench around Seungcheol’s cock at his words, nodding gently as you let out a soft cry. “P-please, I want it...”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as he doubles his pace and slowly sneaks a hand around until his fingertips are on your clit. He starts pinching and rubbing circles on the swollen nub as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“You wanna cum, don’t you? Your pussy is fuckin’ sucking me in deeper, I can barely move, baby~”

“A-ah, yes, please, pl--please cum with me... I wanna feel, mmh, you c-cumming inside me when I cum t-too...” You voice is soft and breathy; head feeling muddled as the pleasure almost becomes too much for your sensitive body.

Seungcheol finds himself quickly losing his rhythm as well, groans spilling from his lips. “Cum with me, baby. I want you to feel, ngh, good with m-me.”

His fingertips on your clit press down harder, hoping to throw you over the edge of another orgasm just as Seungcheol feels himself about to cum too.

“Fuck!”

There’s a growl on Seungcheol’s lips as his orgasm begins to crest and in the midst of his high, he can feel the way your walls flutter around his cock as you cum with him. Your small whimpers and cries bounce off the glass and you can feel your legs shaking as Seungcheol works you both through your orgasm.

“Ngh, I can f-feel how m-much you came inside of m-me...”

Seungcheol gives it a second as the two of you catch your breath; his hands massaging your skin as your body threatens to give way. He slides his cock from inside of you as you moan at the emptiness and Seungcheol is quick to wrap an arm around you waist before you collapse onto the shower floor.

“Tired?” You can only nod gently as you rest against Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Guess no round two in bed, huh? I can feel you shaking against me, baby.”

The two of you share a tired laugh before Seungcheol pulls you under the hot stream of water; fully ready to get you cleaned up and tucked under the sheets as quickly as he can.

“No, but--but I still fully expect to be eaten out for breakfast.”

“Deal.”

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hogarthwrites · 3 years

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house sitting for two chapter 17

chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 16 pairing: Sam Drake/Reader (m/f) genre: smut, slow romance, mutual pining warnings: graphic sex, alcohol words: 2,901 summary: You're unsure about dating someone else and it makes you guilty about still being in love. You make your mind up when you run into a certain someone one night.

Sam and Sully had gone to Las Vegas. “Just because,” Sam reasoned. He needed to forget how empty he felt whenever it was nighttime and he was lonely in bed.

Instead, he and Sully gambled, outsmarting each other in their own games. At the end of the night, Sam would go to the nearest bar to drink. That’s where he was reunited with Victoria, an old flame he had just before Panama.

Victoria – or Vix – as he called her, was a nice enough woman. She was as loud as he remembered her and he genuinely did have fun with her, and there was an understanding between them: it was just sex.

He'd take her to his RV every night, and every single time he fucked her, he thought of you. As he dug his fingers into the soft skin of her hips, he closed his eyes, imagining you, drowning out the sounds of her moans. He couldn't understand how he became so attached to you but no other person.

It was then the telephone started ringing. Sam sighed, considering his options. He wasn't close yet and he wasn't in a hurry so he got up and hobbled to the phone.

“Yeah?” Sam leaned against the wall, expecting it to be Sully calling from his five-star hotel room, but there was no response.

“Come on, Sam, don't keep me waiting,” Victoria whined. “I was so close.”

“Just a second,” he turned away from her. “Hello? Hello?”

The line cut out, leaving Sam confused. Must've been a wrong number.

He drove Sully back to California the next day, feeling a little sad about being back in Paso Robles. It didn't stop him from looking around as he drove, hoping to get a glance of you – that is, if you stayed in the area.

“I've gotta say that was the first Vegas trip I've been on where I haven't made any life altering decisions,” Sully mused. “Hell, that was the mildest experience I've had.”

“Jeez, Victor, sorry I made it lame,” Sam joked. Deep down they knew they were too old to get shit faced drunk and make horrible decisions just after a few nights in Las Vegas.

“Ah, maybe next time,” Sully picked up his bags as Sam parked in front of his mid-century style home. “What's next for Samuel Drake?”

“Uh,” Sam thought. “Gonna visit a special lady named Irene, then hopefully my business partner can find another job for us.”

“Oh, Irene,” Sully chuckled.

“Ah, so you know her,” Sam smiled.

“The ‘70’s were a wild time, Sam,” Sully winked, confirming yours and Sam’s suspicions.

“Well, good for you, Victor. She's still single, just so you know.”

“Right,” Sully laughed. “Hey, maybe you should go up to Los Angeles, just see the sights. Weather’s nice this time of the year.”

Huh , Sam thought to himself. He hasn't been in LA in years. It won't hurt to stop by.

“Sure, Victor. I'll send you a postcard.”

“There's an open house this weekend,” Stephen said over the phone. “I hope you understand.”

“Yeah, I'm totally cool with it.” You lay in the hammock of your backyard, smoking a cigarette and mindlessly scrolled through social media. Sam was always on your Instagram, giving you just a glimmer of hope.

“I'll call as much as I can. I love you.”

You paused, chewing on you lip. “I'll see you soon, Steve.”

You felt the tiniest pang of guilt as you felt a bit of relief to be away from Stephen for two weeks. As much as you tried, you couldn't love him. Sam was still in your mind and everytime you had sex with Stephen, you thought about Sam. It just didn't feel as good.

It didn't stop you from being racked with guilt. You didn't want to be with Stephen, but you didn't want to be lonely.

I'm a horrible person and I had the audacity to call Sam a selfish bastard, you let out an angry puff of smoke. Maybe we are a lot more alike than I thought.

You groaned as you slid off the hammock hanging on your back porch and padded your way into your kitchen to get a drink. The silence was overwhelming while you poured yourself a glass of orange juice.

You retired to your room and climbed into your cold, empty bed. You hated the silence. You missed Sam’s voice as he talked on and on about something that excited him.

You read and reread the letter he wrote you in the hospital. It was short but it was enough to make you miss him every time.

I'm sorry. No one's ever done anything like that for me and I feel horrible. Please get better. I'll make you pancakes like I promised long ago.

I love you,

Sam

The landline phone caught your attention. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear his voice just for a bit.

You hastily got up and walked to the phone, mind racing as you picked up the receiver. You assured yourself it was fine and that Sam never had a caller ID.

Here goes, you held your breath as you dialed his number, dreading the ringing tones.

It kept ringing and you were scared it'll go to voicemail, but after a while, Sam finally picked up.

“Yeah?” He was out of breath.

Just that one word made your heart leap. You opened your mouth to say something when you heard someone in the background.

“Come on, Sam, don't keep me waiting,” a woman said in a sultry voice. “I was so close.”

“Just a second,” Sam called out. “Hello? Hello?”

You hung up. That was a terrible idea.

Irene was overjoyed to see Sam, peppering his face in kisses.

“Oh, you've grown so tall!” She joked. “It's so nice to see you, Sam.”

“You know I can't stay away from my favourite weed lady,” he chuckled.

“Are you staying long?”

“Nah, just dropping by to say ‘hi’.”

“Well ‘hi’ to you too,” she smiled.

She gave him a pan of banana bread (and some weed) before he left, asking if he ever got to see you. He wished he did.

You lay on the floor of your living room, music blasting on the stereo as you had a pity party. You had to end things with Stephen as the guilt was becoming too much for you to bear.

You had put the ring back on, staring at it as you held your hand up. You needed a drink.

The fluorescent lights of the store were a little too bright for you and you trudged to the fridge, ignoring the guy manning the cashier.

“You look like shit again,” he remarked.

“‘Kay, thanks for the input, Troy,” you muttered. Asshole.

You grabbed a few bottles of beer, hugging them to your chest. Just another Friday night.

“Sorry, I need a pack of cigarettes… Or two,” you heard a familiar voice. You peeked behind a shelf of condoms.

It was Sam. What the hell is he doing in LA and in this particular store too?

Fuck. You began to panic, glancing down at yourself. The grey sweatpants and your stained DIY shirt you painted years ago wasn’t the most flattering outfit and it didn't help that your hair was a mess.

You wanted him to just go, but through your panicked state, you dropped one of the bottles in your arms, catching Sam’s attention.

“Y/N?” He looked at you curiously.

“Heyy, Sam,” you sheepishly stepped away from the mess on the floor.

“Clean up on aisle two,” Troy mumbled, grabbing the broom and a mop.

“Sorry, I'll pay for that,” you tiptoed past him.

“No, I'll pay for it,” Sam looked at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. Your heart leaped when you met his gentle eyes. “That's a lot of bottles.”

“TGIF, right?” You awkwardly laughed. Idiot.

“Can't argue with that,” Sam smiled.

Troy totalled up yours and Sam’s purchases after a lot of whining. Sam helped you carry your bottles of beer.

“Where ya heading?” He asked.

“Home. It's not too far from here.”

“Come on, I'll give you a lift,” he nudged you.

“No, it's fine,” you shook your head.

“You don't wanna see my snazzy new tiny home?”

“Tiny home,” you chuckled. “Yeah, sure I'd love to see it.”

Sam had a nice little RV with his motorcycle secured on it. It wasn't too fancy inside; his books were neatly organised on a small shelf by the sofa/dining area, the plants you left him on a box by the window, and a large bed in the back with just a curtain for privacy.

“Wow,” you looked around. “What made you wanna get an RV?”

“Eh, just wanted to be able to move around easier,” he shrugged as he sat in the driver's seat. “It's not permanent, but it's been alright so far.”

You took the seat next to him, fastening your seatbelt.

“Where to?” Sam asked.

“Its just a few blocks away. Go west.”

It was supposed to be a short drive, but it felt longer to you. You didn't know what to say and neither did Sam, just Spandau Ballet softly playing on the radio filling in the silence.

“So,” Sam cleared his throat. “LA… Why? You planning on being in Hollywood?”

You shrugged. “I've always lived in smaller towns, I thought a bigger city might be an experience.”

“Right,” he nodded. “Do you like it?”

“It's been alright,” you shrugged again. “I haven't gotten around to exploring as much. Oh, it's just here.”

You pointed at the one-story Spanish revival house you've been staying in. Sam parked in front and you picked up your paper bag, heavy with the bottles.

“Let me help you with that,” Sam reached out, his hand touching your arm. It was enough to make you feel hot all over.

He locked eyes with you and for a moment, you thought he was leaning in to kiss you. You instinctively closed your eyes, waiting, but nothing happened.

When you opened your eyes, Sam was holding the paper bag and walking towards the door.

Oh, you were disappointed. What was I expecting?

He walked you to the door, his eyes on you the entire time.

“I missed you,” he said, making your heart leap again.

“Sam,” you looked up at him as you reached your door.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “I just… Couldn't get you out of my mind in months, I had to say it.”

“I missed you too,” you softly said.

This time, you felt his lips on yours, and you instinctively kissed him back. There were butterflies in your stomach, but the moment didn't last.

Sam stepped back, his face a little flushed. You felt your cheeks heat up as well.

He held out the paper bag to you. “Um, good night.”

“Good night…” You whispered as he turned to go back to his RV. “Sam, wait–”

He looked back, and you walked towards him.

“You can park in my driveway for the night… Or however long you're going to stay here.”

“I don't want to be a burden–”

“What? Sam, it's me. I…” You bit your lip. “I want you here. Maybe we can hang out.”

“Okay,” he smiled.

You took a deep breath as you closed your door behind you, your heart still racing. Sam kissed you and for the first time in months, you felt… Happy?

You placed the bottles in your fridge, no longer interested in drinking them, then changed into cleaner clothes for bed. You peeked out your window and saw the lights were still on in his RV.

You wanted to go to him, to kiss him more, to hold him again, but you thought of Stephen. True, he wasn't your boyfriend officially, but he trusted you. But still…

You found yourself in front of Sam’s door, and as you were about to knock, Sam opened the door.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

You stood, staring at each other as if you both couldn't believe it. Sam pulled you into his arms, and you kissed him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you in, closing the door behind him with his foot.

He sat you on the table, his hands sliding down to your ass.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his lips moving down to your neck.

You sighed as he left cool kisses on the hot skin of your neck. He pulled you close and you wrapped your legs around his waist again.

“Sam,” you whispered as he began lifting your shirt.

“What–what is it?” He rested his forehead on yours.

“Should we be doing this?” You asked, trailing your finger down his chest.

Sam kissed you. “I don't know, but it feels so right.”

Your shirt and your shorts were discarded somewhere around his RV and Sam had your legs over his shoulders as he kneeled in front of the table. He gave your clit a few licks, his eyes on yours the entire time.

“God, I missed this view,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“What, your new boyfriend doesn't eat you out?” He gave you a smug smirk.

“He’s not my boyf–”

Sam continued licking your clit, closing his eyes as he pushed his face further against your pussy. It was getting too much for you and you tugged at his hair.

“More, Sam, more,” you moaned.

You felt him smile against you as he began sucking on your clit softly, switching between sucking and licking. You bucked your hips against him but he held you down.

Sam gave a satisfied hum as you came, your thighs squeezing his head.

“How was that?” He stood up, leaning over you on the table. It was then you noticed that he was still fully dressed, but the tent in his grey sweatpants was hard to ignore.

“I think I've been missing out on Samuel Drake,” you chuckled.

He pulled you up and carried you to the bed bridal style.

“Wait, Sam,” you sat up as he climbed over you.

“What?”

“I've been having sex.”

He blinked at you. “So?”

“And you have too, I assume?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “So?”

You pushed him away. “So put a condom on.”

Sam gave you an amused smile. “You know you're the only person I've never had safe sex with.”

“Good to know,” you stuck your tongue out. “But put one on.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, standing up.

Sam held the condom up before climbing on top of you to kiss you. “Happy?”

You took off his shirt and he climbed out of his sweatpants, cock glistening with precum. It was enough to get you wet.

He ripped the condom packet open and slipped it on with ease. Sam gave you soft, sweet kisses as he began pushing inside you.

You both gasped at the sensation, Sam had his lip pinned between his teeth as he pushed deep inside you. He began to thrust slowly and gently cupping your cheek.

“Harder,” you whispered, desperate for more.

Sam groaned as he began pounding into you, his hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts. He kissed you hard as he collapsed on top of you, rolling over so you were on top of him.

“I wanna see you,” he said, moving your hips against his. “I wanna see you fucking me.”

You placed your hands against the headboard, bouncing on his cock. You moaned out his name loudly; something you've been wanting to do for months. It felt so good to finally have him under you and all you wanted was to make him feel good, to make up for all the lost time.

Sam pulled you in to kiss you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I missed you too,” you sighed between kisses.

“I forgot how good you feel,” he kissed your neck.

His hands slid down to your ass, spreading then as he rammed his hips up against yours. You grabbed at the pillow at his head, crying out loud. His finger dipped into your asshole and you moaned out.

The dual sensation was enough to make you cum, and Sam wasn’t far behind. He kissed you hard as he came, holding you close.

You were breathless as you rolled off him and he took the condom off, dunking it into the trash.

The bed dipped as he climbed back in, lying on his back next to you.

“Wanna see something cool?” Sam smiled.

He pressed a button and the rather large sunroof opened up, letting in more of the moonlight and the dim streetlights.

“Oh, that is cool,” you grinned. “Why didn't you show me before we fucked?”

“I don't think your neighbours would be too happy seeing us fornicate if they happened to look out the window.”

“You think they can really see us?”

Sam shrugged, putting an arm under his head and stared up at the sky with you.

“Do you wanna go out tomorrow?” You asked.

“Are you gonna give me the Grand Los Angeles tour?”

“Honestly, I haven't even toured it myself,” you sheepishly said. “It hasn't really felt like home.”

“Well,” Sam looked up in thought. “Maybe we can start with Santa Monica? I believe it isn't too far from here.”

“Okay,” you took his hand in yours.

#sam drake x reader #sam drake #samuel drake #oh shit here we go again

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theewritingroomm · 4 years

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Fast Paced

Summary: Jax and Y/N have been pining after each other for years, and as friends neither have wanted to tell the other. But one fast paced night, one fast paced situation may have the possibility of changing that. Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader Word Count: 1,452 Warnings: mutual pining, swearing, guns, shooting, A/N: Text divider by: @firefly-graphics

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Jax was nursing a beer, the party raging on around him when she walked in. her black shorts barely covered her butt, her shirt (which Jax was convinced had been his at one point) was slipping down her shoulder revealing the strap of a red lacy bralette. She looked hot, Jax couldn’t deny it; but he could see the others in the clubhouse appreciating the outfit Y/N had chosen to wear. It caused a bit of jealousy to grow in the pit of his stomach. Jax kept an eye on Y/N as she moved throughout the clubhouse, his jealousy growing with each new set of eyes that watched her. Finally, he had had enough of watching when Tig crowded her around the pool table.

Jax took one last swig from his beer before he was moving away from the bar and towards the pool tables.

“Hey man,” Jax bit out towards Tig as he placed a hand on Tig’s shoulder. “Don’t ya’ have a croweater to be entertaining?”

Tig looked at the blonde man, his mouth open like he was going to respond. But Tig stopped when he noticed the intense look in Jax’s blue eyes. He’d seen it before, when Jax was a teenager and someone would make a remark towards Tara. Tig also remembers the having to patch up Jax’s knuckles after those incidents. So in an attempt to stay out of the ring Tig walked away, going to find someone else to hit on.

Once Tig was out of earshot Y/N turned to Jax and smacked him on the shoulder with the back of her hand. Jax let out a surprised yelp before looking down at her.

“What the hell was that for?” he asked, a smirk creeping onto his lips the longer he looked at Y/N.

“For running Tig off,” she replied simply, “He’s harmless.”

Jax shook his head with a smile on his face, “If you wanna believe that.”

It was Y/N’s turn to shake her head at her best friend. “He’s just being friend Jax.”

Jax scoffed, picking up a pool stick. “Tig is never just being friendly.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, simply thinking that he was being overprotective as always. But frankly Y/N was getting tired of it. She was never going to get the chance to get over this silly crush of hers if Jax was going to run off every man that gave her the time of day. She was certain Jax only did it because he didn’t want to see her hurt, but it hurt her more to see Jax go home with a new girl after every party.

“Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to pick up a stick?” Jax teased, a slight twinkle in his blue eyes.

As the night went on the SAMCRO party dies down but Jax and Y/N didn’t leave. The pair didn’t leave the pool table until they were the only two left with the ability to stand.

“Damn, it’s been a minute since we’ve had a night like this.” Y/N said as Jax sunk the eight-ball.

“And whose fault id that Ms. College graduate?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled, “I’m sorry that I’m not as wild as I used to be.”

Jax laughed, a full bellied, eye crinkling laugh, “I’m sure Hale would disagree. He’s still pissed about New Year’s.”

“That’s his own damn fault,” Y/N argued, laying her pool stick down, “He should’ve listened to you and Opie.”

As she turned back around to face Jax she caught him staring, the look in his eyes almost unrecognizable. She couldn’t tell if it was because she was the only one there or if she was simply seeing things, but it still made Y/N’s hear flip.

“Jax,” she started, making the man look her in the eye.

Once her e/c eyes connected with his she could feel the tension shift. She was very aware of how his eyes wandered down to her cleavage, and the way he licked his lips. She was also very aware of how much she wished he would close the space between them and kiss her.

Y/N was sure that he would have, if Tig hadn’t come stumbling out of his dorm room.

“You wanna get out of here?” Jax asked, a slight gravel in his voice that matched the look in his eyes.

Y/N simply nodded, not trusting her own voice. But that was all Jax needed to grab her by the hand and pull her out of the club house and onto his bike.

The two were driving through Charming, heading to Y/N’s house when they heard another bike’s engine coming up behind them. Y/N knew that it wasn’t a Son as a majority of them were still passed out at the clubhouse. So both her and Jax sneaked a quick glance behind them, trying to see who it was. They quickly realized that it was a rival MC member when they were looking down the barrel of his pistol.

“Jax he’s got a—” Y/N began.

“I know.” He cut her off, turning his bike sharply to the left down the first side road that he could. The man behind them turned shortly after, causing Jax to let out a string of swears under his breath. Y/N didn’t dare move from her spot tucked tightly against Jax as he maneuvered the bike to avoid the bullets coming at them. But Y/N felt useless. That was until Jax took another sharp turn and Y/N felt the handle of Jax’s gun press into her thigh.

Y/N pulled the side of Jax’s shirt up just enough to reveal the handle to her. Y/N wrapped her fingers around the handle, pulling it from his waistband and flipping the safety off as she pointed the gun behind them. She wrapped her pointer finger around the trigger, squeezing it to fire off one shot. She knew she has missed when the man behind them didn’t react. So she fired off two more. The first one missed, but the second one hit the man in the shoulder, sending both the man and his bike to the pavement.

Turning into Y/N’s driveway Jax barely had time to cut the engine before Y/N was jumping off the back to open her garage door.

“Pull it in here.” Y/N instructed as she keyed in the code to open the garage door. Allowing Jax to push his bike in.

“Who the fuck was that?” Y/N asked, turning towards Jax as the garage door closed behind him.

“Mayan if I had to guess,” He replied, running a hand through his hair. “but that was quick thinking back there.”

“Just barely.” She said.

“Nah, you had it. Most women that ride with me wouldn’t have handled a gun like that.”

“Speaking of,” Y/N laughed, holding the handle out for Jax to take. “This belongs to you.”

Jax laughed as he took it from her hand.

The next afternoon Jax was waiting outside of Abel’s elementary school, waiting to pick up his son, and waiting for the chance to see Y/N for a moment. His mind was still reeling from the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N and how attractive she has looked holding her own. It made him proud in a sense, knowing how strong she was. It is also what made him so attracted to her.

But Jax was ripped from his thoughts when the final bell rang, and students came pouring out of the building. Jax watched the older children run to their parents and to the busses that would take them home. A moment later the younger students were led to the doors by their teachers, grabbing his full attention. He watched her stop just outside the door and crouch down to the children’s level. She smiled as she held her hand out for a high five from each of the students as the kids walked out to meet their parents. Jax watched Abel give her the hardest high-five the little boy could before running out to his father.

“Daddy,” the young boy exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Jax’s legs.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Jax asked as he grabbed his son’s hand.

“Oh yeah, Ms. L/N is the coolest!”

“Yeah she is” Jax agreed, sneaking a look back to Y/N who was still standing in the doorway, talking to another teacher.

Y/N noticed him staring at her, causing a blush to heat up her cheeks. But she didn’t look away. Instead she sent him a wink, watching his face split into a smile as she did so.

#jax teller imagines #soa imagines #sons of anarchy imagines #jax teller one shot #soa one shot #sons of anarchy one shot #jax teller fanfic #soa fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfic #jax teller #soa #sons of anrchy #fluff #angst??

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pretend-writer · 3 years

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Paranoid (Supernatural x The Umbrella Academy

Crossover

Summary: Things go wild when Y/N Winchester and Diego Hargreeves tries to make an announcement for their families.

Pairing: Winchester x sister!reader, Diego Hargreeves x reader

Title Reference: Paranoid x Jonas Brothers

Word Count: 1.6k words

Warning: mention of the dead, mention of violence, swearing

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It was a small tradition that we'd all gather together and have dinner at the Hargreeve's mansion. Allison, Vanya, Sam and I would all cook together, usually something different every time just to see if the others would like the food.

Ever since Diego and I have started dating, Dean and Sam had sort of used this dinner idea to watch us. "I need to keep an eye on this boy" is what Dean would usually say, even though he wouldn't even see him the other times I'm alone with him. Didn't see the full logic in that but I guess it made him feel somewhat safe.

The Winchesters having dinner with The Hargreeves was always merry and cheerful. Everyone had smiles on their faces, enjoying the food and the company.

We'd usually share stories of what happened; Dean, Sam and I would talk about our hunts. The Hargreeves would talk about which take downs they had, usually bragging about who had the most arrests within the week.

Everytime this topic had been brought up, we would say that we needed to collaborate and work together. Diego, Five and Vanya had joined us on hunts every now and then. The rest were too chicken to face the monsters in the real world.

This time however, these fun talks didn't happen. The dinner table instead felt intense; Dean wouldn't stop staring at Diego, Sam was upset his dish didn't turn out better than he expected. Vanya had not slept at all practicing on her violin, Allison stayed up all night learning the recipe for today and perfecting it.

Everyone was just in a terrible mood and now with all the grouchiness, I wasn't able to deliver the news that I was hoping to tell everyone at the dinner table.

I was already nervous enough to say I was pregnant, with everyone in a bad mood I don't even know what to add to make my announcement even merrier. Well, I doubt nothing would make it better; I just knew everyone was going to freak out, especially my brothers.

Dean eyed me as I played with my food, biting his bottom lip and observed me like he always did when I was with Diego. 'You barely ate your food, 'Y/N.'

'Uh, yeah sorry.' I answered quickly trying to force myself to look unsuspicious. 'Just not really hungry.'

'Can I have your plate then?' Luther asked with his mouth full, pointing at my dinner.

'Knock yourself out.' He snatched the plate that was in front of me, digging into it as if he hadn't eaten for days.

Five cocked his head, I swear he had mind-reading powers too because he was always up to something. 'Diego, you're quiet as well.'

'Just enjoying my meal.' Diego smiled with the fork still in his mouth.

Sam looked to his left then right, 'What's going on? Am I missing something?'

'I'm just tired, I don't know about the rest of you guys.' Vanya yawned, slowly eating her food.

'Same, actua-'

'No way!' Klaus screamed interrupting me as I was about to talk to Vanya. He talked and blabbed a lot but I haven't heard him talk so loudly until now. 'You're kidding me right?'

Five sighed, 'Didn't we tell you to stop bringing your dead friends to the dinner table?'

'No, no, no, no, no. This isn't just some random friend. It's Ben!'

Everyone groaned at the same time, tired of hearing Klaus bringing Ben up whenever it was convenient for him. During important hunt meetings, he would cast him out of the group. Whenever Klaus had excuses, he loved using his brother's name to pin him for whatever that was happening at the time.

Of course Ben couldn't even defend himself. Poor boy.

'I know, I know. I sound like I'm lying right now but I PROMISE I'm not.' Klaus whined, trying to convince us that he was telling the truth.

'I'm tired of hearing your bullcrap Klaus. I can't even imagine what Ben has to hear from you every time you're not around us.' Luther commented.

'You guys would want to hear this though! Oh, please please please.'

'What is it about?' Allison questioned Klaus.

Dean shook his head, 'Really Allison? Why did you encourage him?'

'Oh, Dean. You would definitely want to hear this.'

Five rolled his eyes and sighed, not even questioning his brother. Klaus kept on yapping about how he wanted to tell us this huge gossip that he heard from Ben.

'Why don't you just get to the point then, Klaus?' Diego finally said what everyone else was thinking.

'Are you sure you want me to tell them about your business?' Klaus grinned, clearly enjoying this "big secret" he had.

Diego shrugged, 'I don't really have anything to hide. I love you brother, but I doubt you know anything about my personal life.'

'Okay then.' Klaus cleared his throat, standing from his seat with a huge grin on his face. 'Y/N is pregnant.'

Dean spat water from his mouth, covering it as some landed on my forehead since I sat across from him. Sam made a face, staring at me to see my reaction.

'That's the dumbest lie I've heard.' Luther laughed, 'Wasn't even close to getting me. Nice try though.'

'Seriously, Klaus. At least make us laugh.' Five snickered and continuing to eat his food, unbothered. 'Are you two not even going to defend yourselves?'

'Ah.' I bit my lip, embarrassed that Klaus had to announce my big news in front of everyone. My brother's reaction said it all, they didn't even know what he said was true.

'Surprise?' Diego blushed, scratching his head as he tried to hide his embarrassment.

We were already nervous to bring our pregnancy to our family, Klaus suddenly blurting it our in front of everyone had made things worse than expected.

Sam looked at me, then back to Diego. 'Wait, wait, wait. Pr-Pregnant? Am I- Are you-'

My brother was practically panicking; Not going to lie, although I was afraid of their reaction, the way Sam's eyes wandered around like a lost puppy was cute.

Dean on the other hand was at loss of words. His usual angry reaction was what I expected and seeing him not do or say anything at all sort of scared me.

'I'll be an aunt!' Allison cheered, jumping up and down her seat. 'Is it going to be a boy? Oh I hope it's a girl.'

'Have you thought of names yet!?' Vanya smiled, joining Allison. 'Wait? You think the kid will turn out to have superpowers? Oh wow.'

'Diego you may want to run.' I murmured, watching Dean not move a muscle. Being too focused on my oldest brother's reaction, I blocked out whatever Allison and Vanya was discussing on he side.

'Ah, Ben. You little shit.' Diego talked under his breath, burying his head in his arms as he felt Dean's glare.

Klaus spoke nervously, 'Aha. Ben says sorry but blames me for how I went on about it.'

Luther tapped on his shoulder, 'You're not helping at all. I mean, look at Diego. He's shaking like a chihuahua.'

'Someone please make it make sense.' Sam places his hand on his forehead. 'Y/N. How did it happen?'

'Well, Diego and Y/N obviously had se-'

'Don't even finish that sentence, little kid.' Dean cut Five off, 'Y/N. I don't even know what to say but what the fuck?'

'I wanted to tell you guys tonight the proper way but you guys seemed so intense, I didn't know how to start this news.'

Sam lightly smiled, despite the panic I still saw through his eyes. 'Y/N, you and Diego have been dating for about six years now. I'm happy that you found someone other than your brothers that loves you so much.'

'No, no.' Dean crossed his arms, he was the total opposite of how Sam was acting. It hurt my heart a little that my brother was acting the way he did but there was nothing that I could've done.

The room went to silence, everyone staring at me and Dean as we all waited for him to say something else. It was odd to see Dean say a few words when he was pissed, which frightened me more.

He continued to stare at me intensely, taking a deep breath and taking in the little detail that he got from Klaus' announcement.

I wished that Diego and I had told everyone instead, otherwise this awkward moment between my brothers and me wouldn't have happened. Or at least could've been slightly better.

Dean shifted his eyes to Diego, I practically heard my boyfriend gulping from right next to me. Him and Sam freaked out when I've told him we started dating, Diego couldn't imagine what was going on in Dean's head.

'You were my little sister that always needed me, a little nut that never left my side. Now you're all grown up, about to start your own family.' Dean unexpectedly started to tear up, sniffling quietly. 'You just grew up so fast, Y/N.'

'Dean..' I reached over the table, grabbed his hand and squeezed it. 'I'll always need you. I'll need you and Sam. You'll always be my brother and I'll always be your little sister.'

'That is so cute.' Klaus smiled. 'See, Ben? I told you blabbing this would've not been so bad.'

'Oh, nah. This is bad.' Diego looked at his brother. 'You really thought it was a good ide-'

Luther hugged Diego from the side, 'Congrats brother! Wow. I'm going to be an uncle.'

'Now we have to celebrate! Let's go clubbing!' Allison got up, walking towards me as she pulled me from my seat.

'Oh no. That's a huge no.' Sam shook his head, 'Last time we went, Diego was practically eye humping my sister. No.'

Five laughed, 'That's why she's pregnant. Duh.'

Dean quickly turned his head, 'Really!? Did you really have to engrave that image in my head?'

'That's for calling me a little kid, old man.'

'You're the one to talk! Future boy.'

#winchester sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #winsister #supernatural fic #the umbrella academy fic #diego hargreeves x reader #tua fic #spn fic #diego hargreeves fic

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secretpeachtea · 4 years

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 2

Title: the duplicate

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: I know the twins (or anyone from Hyogo for that matter) have a very specific accent, but I have a bit of trouble translating that into my writing, so I hope you guys can still use and hear that accent when you read their dialogue!

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It’s been a little over a week since you’ve started working at Onigiri Miya, and thankfully, things have been going well. There have only been a handful of problematic customers, but you were able to handle them quite efficiently, much to Osamu’s satisfaction. You’ve even been able to get acquainted with your boss much more since it’s only the two of you working long shifts together. You can definitely say that things have been working out really well at your job.

Today is another typical day for you as you walk towards the entrance of the shop, ready to start another day of work. You had actually left your apartment a lot earlier than usual, so you were a bit surprised to see that the door was already unlocked since Osamu usually arrives on the dot. You’re a little concerned that you might’ve jumbled up your alarm this morning and was actually late, but your phone displayed the right time. Not wanting to prolong your anxiety, you slide open the door and meet an unexpected sight.

Sitting at the counter is a man who looks like a carbon copy of your boss but with blonde hair. He’s sporting a mustard-colored tracksuit and is carrying a confident aura.

“Miya-san?”

The stranger looks up and makes eye contact with you. There’s a brief air of silence before he breaks out into a wide grin. “Oh! Hey, new girl!”

Not knowing how to respond, you just lift your hand awkwardly. “Um...hi?”

“I heard from a friend of mine that ‘Samu hired a new worker.” The blonde runs a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think you’d be such a cutie though.”

Before you even had time to react, your boss walked out of the storage room with a bag of rice on top of his shoulder. “‘Sumu, you got rice all over your chin.”

Miya Atsumu flushes red from embarrassment and proceeds to grab a napkin to clean his face. Now that you’re paying more attention to your surroundings, you notice that there’s an empty plate on top of the counter and you can assume that Osamu gave him food prior to your arrival.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that this is your brother.” You shrug off your jacket as you walk further into the building and address Osamu casually.

“What gave it away? The nose or the ears?” Osamu jokingly teases as he shoves the bag of rice off his shoulders to one of the lower shelves.

“You never told me you had a twin,” you respond with an equally playful tone.

“Never asked.”

You briefly glance to check the clock on the wall. “You’re here pretty early. Did I miss something?”

Your boss shook his head as he straightened up. He then pointed towards his brother who was just watching you two converse with intrigued eyes. “Nah. He’s here to eat something before practice and wouldn’t stop nagging me to make him something, which is why I’m here earlier than I should be, sleep deprived and all.”

“Sounds like you had a rough morning,” you laughed.

“Um, hello? I’m still here,” Atsumu interjected with a slightly sassy tone. “By the way, I didn’t catch your name, and your boss kept telling me to figure it out myself.”

You take a mental note at how petty your boss could be with his brother and stifle a laugh. “It’s (Surname) (Name).”

The corners of Atsumu’s mouth lifted upward. “Glad I could finally put a name to your face, (Name)-chan.”

Okay, you were definitely not used to someone calling you by your first name in such a casual manner, so you couldn’t stop yourself from getting a bit flustered. This did not go unnoticed by both twins, their eyes taking in the pink tint on your cheeks.

Not wanting to expose yourself any more than you already have, you look away and head towards the back room. “I’m just gonna go get ready really quick!”

Once you’ve put your things down and secured the apron around your waist, you walked back to the main room. The brothers have occupied themselves with other things in the meantime. Atsumu is scrolling through his phone with a bored expression, while Osamu is prepping the display case to get ready to open soon. You figured you should stay productive too and make your way to the fridge. You peek inside through the glass door and notice that there’s a shortage in beverages.

“Miya-”

You’re at a loss of words when both brothers set their gazes on you once again.

“Atsumu’s fine by me, sweetheart.” The blonde man smirks at your conflicted expression.

“Stop flirting with my employee. And, she wasn’t talking to you, you scrub.” Osamu sighed and brushed his hands on his thighs before turning his body to face you. “What’s up?”

“I think we forgot to pick up some drinks yesterday.” You pointed towards the bare shelves in the fridge. There were a couple green teas and carbonated drinks, but it definitely wasn’t enough to last the rest of the day. The last thing you’d want to do is disappoint any of the customers.

“Ah, shoot. You’re right. I was supposed to take care of that last night.” Your boss looks up at the clock and sees that there’s still some time before you have to open. “I’ll head out and bring those in really quick. You think you can babysit this guy for a bit?”

“Hey! I’m not a little kid!”

“Yup! Leave it to me!”

“Woah, woah! Hold up now!”

Completely ignoring his brother’s protests, Osamu leaves the shop in your hands to bring in the drinks from a convenience store a couple blocks down. This left you and Atsumu in each other’s company for the time being. Not really having much to do until the drinks come in, you just position yourself in front of the register as usual, checking to see if everything is set up correctly. Atsumu seems to take this as his cue to have a one-on-one chat with you.

“So, what’d you do to get the job? Bribe? Save a life? Cast a spell?”

You tilt your head in confusion and blink once. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Atsumu raises his arms in emphasis. “‘Samu doesn’t just let anyone work here. This place is practically his child. Protects it at all costs. It’s the reason why it’s just been him for so long even though it can get pretty busy around here”

“Oh, uh, I just applied and he accepted me.” You would be lying if you said that you weren’t surprised when you found out that he was the only other worker when you got the job.

“Interesting…”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable over how Atsumu was practically trying to analyze you and borderline interrogate you, you try to switch topics. “Seems like you know your brother pretty well.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of inevitable when we share the same face. Although, I personally think I am the more good-looking twin.”

You sweatdropped. “Well, despite the way you look, you guys are definitely different in a lot of ways.”

“For sure! Sometimes we can be complete opposites!” Atsumu nods his head in agreement.

“Does that mean you’re a bad cook?” You take this opportunity to tease the blonde, but start to regret it after you see a competitive glint in his eyes.

“No way! I’m a great man in the kitchen! Just watch! I’m gonna whip up an onigiri that’s on par with that fool!” Atsumu stands up from his stool and marches over to the other side of the counter.

“That’s probably not a good ide-”

“Relax! I got this!” Famous last words.

As soon as Atsumu was in reach of anything on the work space, all hell broke loose. As he placed some sticky rice into his hands, his elbow knocked over an entire container of sesame seeds, while his other arm ripped a couple sheets of nori* during his attempt to catch the tumbling seeds. A couple eggs fell out of a carton that Osamu had left aside due to the ruckus, painting the floors with yolk, and somehow the rice on Atsumu’s palm had ended up splattering onto his chin.

You watched everything unfold with distressed shock. “What are you doing?! Are you trying to get me fired?!”

“I didn’t mean to do that, I swear!” The clumsy man just furrowed his brows as he frantically tried to stop anything else from going wrong. Trying your best to calm him down and avoid making more of a mess, you closed the distance between you and held onto his forearms.

“Hey, calm down, or you might trigger something else. Let’s just clean this quickly before your brother comes back or we’re both good as dead.”

That surely got Atsumu’s attention and the two of you quickly began to clean up the mess. You grabbed the nearest cleaning cloth, while he took a hold of the trash can. In just a matter of minutes, the workstation was already starting to look as neat as it was before. If it wasn’t such a ridiculous situation, you could honestly say that you and him were a pretty good team when faced with Osamu’s potential wrath.

It wasn’t until you were finished sanitizing the counter space did you notice the pieces of rice that were stuck on Atsumu’s face. “Hey, you still have some rice on your face.”

“Again?” He tries to wipe off his face with a napkin like he did before, while he occasionally asks you if he got everything. You point out the ones he misses, but he keeps missing one rice grain on the corner of his mouth.

Feeling a bit impatient, you lean towards Atsumu and he stiffens his movements. “Here, let me help. Hold still.”

You cup his cheek with your fingers to make sure he doesn’t move. Using your other hand, you gently remove the last rice piece, your fingers lightly brushing over his bottom lip unintentionally. Atsumu just stays completely quiet as you do wonders to his poor heart. He even unconsciously leans into your touch, but you’re too focused on the task at hand to notice.

“Got it.” You give him a triumphant smile, but falter as you notice Atsumu’s expression which held a certain softness to it with something else you can’t quite pinpoint.

Atsumu snaps out of his trance when you let go of his cheek and his entire face heats up, red crawling up to the tips of his ears. You pull away and discard the rice into the trash.

“T-t-thanks.”

Atsumu quickly turns his back towards you and wipes a small smudge on one of the containers, willing his heart to calm down from its fast beating. You think he’s acting a bit strange, but brush it off for now.

The only thing left to clean was the sticky floor. You’re about to mop up the egg remnants when you hear a voice call for your name at the front of the restaurant. “Hey, (Surname)-san! Can you open the door? My hands are kind of full.”

You and Atsumu look at each other with wide eyes, both realizing that you haven’t finished cleaning and Osamu was right outside the door. You hunch over and Atsumu mirrors you. Cue the furious whispering.

“What do we do?!”

“What do you mean, what do we do?! We gotta scrub the floor clean until he sees it!”

“But, he’s right outside!”

“Well you better figure something out, ‘cause if I don’t open that door right now, he’s gonna get suspicious!”

With that, you straightened up and made your way to the entrance, making sure to take your time with each step. You hear quite a bit of shuffling behind you but choose to pray that everything will work out. Once you reach the door, you slide it open for Osamu to enter. He was holding three boxes of drinks, the bulging veins in his arms indicated how heavy they were.

“You sure took your sweet time.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry about that. I was in the back room.”

When the two of you walk back to the counter, the blonde is nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, it seems like he was able to get everything done. The floor was spotless, maybe even a little too clean.

Suddenly you hear the bathroom door slam shut and turn your head towards the sound. Atsumu is walking out with slightly wet sleeves, so you assume that he just washed his hands.

“You’re still here?” Osamu just gives his brother a blank look as he places the drinks down next to the fridge. “Don’t you have to go to practice soon?”

The other twin just shrugs his shoulders. “Eh. Not for like another hour.”

“Then, why the hell did you make me wake up so early to make you food?” One of Osamu’s eyes started twitching.

“I was hungry.”

“Die.”

Ignoring his brother’s bitterness, Atsumu sat at one of the stools near you and leaned his head against his arm. “(Name)-chan, you should try my favorite onigiri flavor!”

Your eyes light up at the mention of the first onigiri your boss made you. “Oh! The Minced Tuna and Spring Onion one right?”

Atsumu looked a bit surprised. “Yeah...how’d you know?”

“Your brother let me try it about a week ago after my shift.”

“Wait,” the man in front of you paused for a moment before a realization hit him. “You’re the reason why I had to eat cereal for dinner that one time?!”

You’re a bit stunned for a moment and direct your next question to Osamu who’s not even trying to hide his smirk. “I thought you said he’d get takeout?”

“Not my fault. This idiot dropped his wallet in the toilet and couldn’t remember where he kept his credit card.” Your boss just casually crosses his arms. “Turns out I conveniently forgot my wallet at the shop that day too.”

“Yeah, you made up for that today, you scrub,” Atsumu scoffs. You just watch the petty banter between the twins, discreetly enjoying their strange way of communicating.

Their conversation was interrupted when Atsumu’s phone vibrated indicating an incoming message. He checks his phone and quietly reads its contents before abruptly standing from his position and stretching. “Well, this was nice and all, but Bo-kun is asking for some extra spiking practice, so I’m gonna head out. I’ll be back soon, (Name)-chan, so don’t miss me too much!”

As Atsumu pocketed his phone, he leaned against the counter where you stood and held out a fist. “I had fun today.”

You laughed softly with a small smile on your face and reciprocated the fist bump. “See you around, Atsumu-san.”

The blonde just waved an arm at his brother, who couldn’t care less, and left without another word. Although, Osamu did nod his head in acknowledgement.

You didn’t think you’d have to deal with so much drama before the shop even opened, but at least you got to meet the brother with good taste.

Today had been another successful day at work. There were quite a few customers and all of the onigiri sold out by closing time. You stretched your arms to relieve some of the tension from standing in the same position all day. Osamu seemed to be doing the same as he rolled his shoulders back and forth.

There was a lingering question that you’ve wanted to ask him since this morning. “Just out of curiosity, is your brother a volleyball player too?”

“Yeah. Do you remember that owl-looking guy from last week? They’re on the same team.”

“Oh, so that’s why you were pretty familiar with him.”

Osamu nodded his head. “I’m surprised the whole team hasn’t come in yet. They frequent this place since it’s convenient and has decent prices. You’ll probably meet all of them pretty soon.”

You just hummed at his words.You were ready to start sweeping and moved your arm in the direction of the broom.

“My turn to ask, then.” Osamu stated. “What’d you guys talk about while I was gone this morning?”

You hand froze in the air. “With Atsumu-san?”

“The one and only.”

“Oh...um…” You tried to think of something to cover up any suspicions Osamu may have, but he was already on to you.

“He did something stupid.”

You looked at your boss in the eye and sheepishly laughed. Might as well just tell him the truth. “Maybe crack some eggs and ruin some rice?”

Osamu sighed. “I figured. I did think it was a little weird when I saw the trash half full when we hadn’t even opened yet. There was also a very conveniently placed newspaper at the very top covered in yolk. Not to mention the eggs shells tangled in the mop.”

You silently cursed at Atsumu’s carelessness, but didn’t hold it against him since you both were in a rush to get everything clean. Before you had the chance to defend yourself, Osamu spoke up once again.

“Glad you told me the truth though, or I might’ve fired you.”

Panic. You are struck with panic at the mention of possibly getting fired. Your mind reels with everything that could possibly go wrong in your life if you were to lose this job, but Osamu’s amused laugh cuts off your thoughts.

“I’m just messing with you. I know how insufferable ‘Tsumu can be when he sets his mind to something.” He pats your head lightly. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on letting you go so easily.”

“Thanks, Miya-san.” You silently let out a small sigh of relief. There’s a short pause as the two of you just stand in place facing each other. Osamu looks a bit tense and turns his head away to look at the fake plant on the counter to his right.

“...Osamu.”

You pause with bewilderment and look up to catch his eyes. “...what?”

He moves his arm to rub his neck and avoids your gaze. “You can call me Osamu.”

You hesitate a bit and take in Osamu’s shy attitude. “But, you’re my boss…?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you called me by my first name. P-plus my brother shows up way more than he should, so it’ll probably get confusing,” He quickly rationalized, but his red cheeks said otherwise.

At this point, you’re both a bit flustered. In any other situation, something like this probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but this conversation seems oddly intimate.

“O-okay. Then, you can call me by my first name too, O-Osamu...san”

“Sound good, (Name)-san.”

Nori = the seaweed stuff

A/N: I know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but I couldn’t help but add in a bit of fluff when it involves the twins

#haikyuu #onigiri miya #onigiri miya tidbits #secretpeachtea #osamu #atsumu

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lambourngb · 3 years

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from “This Hard Heart”

gif by @scoundrels-in-love

Hi! Remember Michael Week? Remember my fun AU after 2x05′s flashback? Previously it started here, continued here, here, here, here, and here. I teased the last part that is in progress here. And finally another bit. This is finished in full on Ao3 now.

Michael stalked away from Alex angrily, and headed out to the perfectly curated garden attached to the rental house. Ornamental bushes, a bird feeder and a gorgeous fake dry riverbed snaked through the background in an attempt to provide a low maintenance backyard without compromising on the ascetics. As beautifully sculpted as the environment was, it did little to soothe the immediate anger rushing in Michael’s veins.

Serenity was far away, almost in another galaxy for him.

Alex felt like he was the perfect candidate to assume his brother’s identity to the Caulfield Prison after Jim revealed he had an ID badge and uniform for the ruse. No matter how viciously Michael had protested the idea of a Nashville musician going undercover as a soldier, Alex had remained resolute in his desire to make things right and attempt to undo the harm his family had inflicted.

Michael scooped up a small decorative rock and threw it as hard as he could into the flat barren desert that stretched just beyond the property line.

“Was that with or without your alien brain power?” Kyle asked, sitting up from the small patio table where he was partially obscured from view.

“Without,” Michael bit out.

“Cool.”

There was a comfort there between them, forged over the nights where they both carefully didn’t probe past the surface subjects and simply used the physical touch as their language of communication. Michael kept his back to Kyle for a while, taking long deep breaths to push down the last vestiges of wild anger. He had lost the habit of this during the last few years, feeling helpless and paralyzed with fear over something happening to Alex; the last time was sitting in the back of the Wild Pony watching while Alex had dodged raucous drunks from the air base as he served drinks and bused the tables. Or those nights when Alex had walked home alone from the bus stop before Michael was finally able to get that frankenstein Ford up and running for safer transportation.

There was a crunch of gravel, and then in his peripheral vision, Michael watched as Kyle bent down to pick up a rock. He hefted the rock once, and then stepped back, like he was still that high school quarterback moving out of the pocket, and threw it. The rock took a slow flight and made a weak drop just a few feet away. Kyle looked at his hand first in betrayed confusion, and then where the rock landed close by.

Michael gave a slow clap in response, trying to keep from smiling too smugly as he briefly forgot his upset. “Wow that takes me back to Homecoming senior year, we were down by 3 against Goddard High-”

“And I threw that squib pass on 4th and 4,” Kyle finished, before shaking his wonderingly. “Oh my god, that was you, wasn’t it? You used your alien power, so I would lose that game.” He bumped his shoulder against Michael’s amiably. It said something about Kyle’s character that wasn’t angry with this reveal, just darkly amused, having left high school behind him. “Wow. What did I do to Alex Manes to deserve that? Wait, don’t remind me, no doubt I deserved that.”

“Nah, I wasn’t on his radar during Homecoming.” Michael had been too busy studying and applying for scholarships, to lift his head from his books occasionally. Except for when Max had pouted loudly for company in his ‘be wherever Liz was’ strategy for winning her heart. “No, this was because you were dating Liz Ortecho and my brother Max was head-over-heels in love with her. I was trying to do him a solid.”

“Loyal, aren’t you, I like that,” Kyle commented, looking out toward the setting sun on the horizon. Pink, purple and streaks of yellow stained the sky. Lights were starting to go on in the house as the shadows crept in. At some point, a plan of action would need to be agreed upon by everyone, but for now, this was the calm before the storm. And as the cicadas were just starting their song in the quiet, Kyle turned to face Michael. His handsome face blank of expression, “Dad said that Rosa was murdered by an alien. That wasn’t you, was it?”

#malex fic #the lost decade #this hard heart part 7 of the this hard love series #my michael week series #au after 2x05 flashback #alex doesn't enlist #alex also doesn't stay #WIP Wednesday #tagging with links so who knows who sees this

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monstaless · 4 years

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On The Low - Part One

Author: @monstaless

Relationships: fwb!Bambam x Reader, some JB x reader

Warnings: angst, smut, language, my possibly incorrect Korean (which I guess in the context of this fic is okay)

Song - On The Low by Justin Park

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I hadn’t intended to release this in two parts, but I also hadn’t intended for it to be this long. I hope you like it!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The first time he saw her, she was in the lobby of his building. She was standing by the security guard’s desk and she had stopped Bambam dead in his tracks. She was gorgeous and impeccably dressed: a light purple dress shirt tucked into a knee-length white pencil skirt, and matching purple pumps. As she reached up to brush her hair behind her ear, he noticed that around her wrist she wore a strand of light pink mala beads.

He wondered if she was the wife of someone else in the building, but he hadn’t seen her before. He couldn’t see a ring on her finger either. She must have just moved into the building.

He quickly turned away and pressed the button for the elevator as she thanked the security guard. He half expected her to make her way to the elevator, but as the doors were closing, he saw her walking out the front doors of the lobby.

The first time he spoke to her, she was running to catch the same elevator and he held the door for her. He noted how surprisingly steady she was in her heels as she slipped between the doors to join him.

“Gamsahamnida.” She smiled, bowing slightly to him.

“Munje eopseoyo.” He stood quietly for a moment before turning to her again. “Banggeum isa wassoyo?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, I don’t. Um, I don’t understand,” she replied awkwardly, her face flushing slightly.

“Did you just move in?” he asked with a polite smile. He felt more comfortable speaking English with her anyway.

“Yes, a couple of days ago.” She seemed surprised, but she smiled and appeared to relax a little. “Have you lived here long?”

“A couple of years. I’m not here often though. Work takes me elsewhere.” He shrugged.

“Oh, I understand that. It’s why I’m here after all.” She laughed. “What do you do?”

“Uh, you know, the usual.” At that moment her phone started to ring and she gave him an apologetic look after checking the ID.

“I’m very sorry. It’s a business call.”

“It’s okay.” He was too relieved that he didn’t have to continue to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t give him away. So far, she didn’t seem to have a clue who he was.

“Hai. Y/N desu.”

He recognized it as Japanese immediately, but only understood bits and pieces of her phone exchange and didn’t want to eavesdrop anyway. When the elevator stopped at his floor, he gave her a short bow before exiting.

“It was nice to meet you,” she called after him as the doors closed and he grinned as he made his way to his door.

The second time that they met, she was struggling to remove an armload of sewing supplies from her car in the parking garage. She seemed like she had it under control, but there was no way that she was going to be able to close the hatch or use the elevator without assistance. He’d just returned from a long day at the studio, but he didn’t have anything to carry, and he wasn’t so tired that he couldn’t offer his assistance.

“Would you like some help?” offered BamBam. She looked at him over the supplies that filled her arms and recognition flashed across her face. She smiled at him.

“Hi! Yes, I would love it, honestly.” Though she seemed ashamed to be asking for help.

“What can I carry?”

“Um, if you could take this box, that’d be fantastic,” she laughed, shifting so that he could take the box from her arms. It was heavier than he’d expected and he wondered what was in it, but didn’t want to ask.

“Anything else?”

“Nope, I think that we’re okay.” She shifted the items that she was still holding into a more manageable position before she closed the hatch. “I never introduced myself last time. I’m Y/N L/N, by the way.”

“Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but most people call me Bambam,” he replied.

“Thanks for your help, Bambam. I really didn’t want to have to make two trips.”

“I could tell,” he chuckled as they entered the elevator and she hit the button for her floor. They were both silent as the doors closed. After a moment, he turned to her. “So? Is it safe for me to assume that you work in fashion?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “I worked for a company in Tokyo for a little while, mostly as a interpreter. It was a way for me to get my foot in the door. They didn’t really want any of my designs though. It wasn’t really in style in Japan, but one of my superiors really liked my work. He got me a job at a company here.”

“How are your designs doing here?”

“Really well. I doubted that my designs would do any better here, but the company liked them. They offered me the chance to start my own line and here I am.”

The elevator stopped and they both stepped off to make their way to her door.

“That’s what all of this is for. I’m trying to get some designs ready to present for next seasons line.”

She unlocked the door and BamBam followed her inside.

“You can just set that down anywhere. Sorry for the mess. I’m still kind of trying to get organized. As I’m sure you can see.”

He set the box down on the entryway table and looked around to find that there were still boxes stacked here and there throughout the living area.

“Thank you so much for your help. I really appreciate it. Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Ah, no. Thank you though. I need a shower and I don’t want to intrude.” He started for the elevator, but paused in the doorway. He wasn’t sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. “Uh, I’m having a party on Saturday, if you’d like to come.”

She looked up at him.

“I’m not much of a partier, but thank you for the offer.” Her response was polite, and he could tell that she was being honest. He decided maybe he should’ve chosen a more accurate word.

“It’s not really a party. It’s honestly more of a gathering. Just some people that I work with. It’d be a great way for you to meet some people. It’ll be pretty chill. I promise we won’t be getting too wild.”

“What time?” she questioned after appearing to consider it for a moment. He hoped that was a good sign.

“Six o’clock. Do you remember what floor I’m on?”

“Nine, right?”

He nodded.

“I’ll consider it.”

“Hey, you owe me one.” He teased.

“Of course.” She laughed.

Bambam hadn’t actually expected her to show up, but there she was standing in the hallway in a white and black sheath dress. She held out a bottle of wine in offering.

“I’m not really sure what the protocol is for parties in Korea,” she said awkwardly. “But in Japan, you never show up empty handed.”

“You didn’t have to bring anything, but thank you. Mark will appreciate it.” He stepped out of the doorway so that she could come into his apartment. “I’ll introduce you to everyone. Follow me.”

“Oh gosh, I feel slightly overdressed,” she said quietly when she saw the other guys.

“Nah, they’re just usually under-dressed,” he assured her with a smile. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“A water is fine. Thank you.”

He introduced her to everyone as they made their way to the kitchen.

“What’s up with Y/N and Jaebeom?” questioned Jackson later on after she’d gotten comfortable enough to mingle with everyone on her own. “I thought you said that she didn’t speak Korean.”

“No more than the basics,” shrugged Bambam. “But she does speak Japanese. She lived in Japan for a while before.”

He looked over to where she sat, her whole body turned towards Jaebeom even though the seats were side by side. She was smiling brightly as she talked to him. The smile was mirrored on Jaebeom’s face.

“So Jaebeom has somehow hit it off with her in his limited Japanese or his limited English?” questioned Mark, butting into the conversation. “Our Jaebeom? The same Jaebeom who gets embarrassed when talking to any girl that’s not on the staff?”

“Maybe it’s not as limited as we thought,” offered Jackson, shrugging as they continued to watch the exchange. Neither of them seemed to be having difficulty communicating.

“Maybe you should’ve kept her away a while before introducing her to everyone, Bam. You might’ve missed your chance to shoot your shot,” laughed Mark. Bambam couldn’t disagree. He hadn’t really thought about the other guys hitting it off with her. He hadn’t even really had a real conversation with her yet. He was kind of disappointed that she seemed to be getting on so well with Jaebeom already.

She greeted him warmly every time she saw him after the party. Occasionally, she’d offer to bring him food when she had made too much. She’d grown up in a big family and she’d never really become accustomed to making food for just one person.

This time though he invited her over for dinner. He’d been waiting for an excuse to make Thai food and an excuse for her to come over without the other guys around.

To his relief there appeared to be nothing going on between her and Jaebeom. He wasn’t even sure that the two of them had talked since the party. They also hadn’t asked about each other, which he hoped was a good sign that he hadn’t missed his chance yet.

He checked himself in the mirror in the hallway one last time before opening the door for her.

“Hey,” he smiled as he opened the door.

“Hi.” He stepped aside to let her in. “You look very nice today. I love that jacket.”

“Ah, thanks. You look very nice too,” he laughed as he closed the door. “Do you want something to drink?”

“What goes best with Thai food?” She followed him into the kitchen.

“Mmm, probably iced tea or I have beer. Do you like beer?”

"Not really,” she replied meekly. He opened the fridge and leaned down to check it’s contents.

“How about I make Thai iced tea then?”

“That would be great!”

“Wow, you are a great cook. Can I just come here for dinner all the time?” she asked after taking a few bites of her food. He laughed, enjoying the praise. He thrived on praise.

“What do I get in return?”

“My gratitude and praise isn’t enough?” She pouted at him in mock disappointment.

“Babygirl, I get plenty of that already,” he laughed.

The next week he went to her place for dinner. The week after that scheduling had him out of the country for a few days and she offered to take care of his cats, which he accepted. They seemed to be almost as comfortable with her as they were with him and she facetimed him everyday to let him see how they were doing.

When he returned, she came over to visit with him and the other members. She brought them desserts, which Jackson and Jinyoung attempted to decline, but ultimately accepted.

Bambam discovered that she and Jaebeom had kept in contact since the first time they met, but it seemed to be nothing more than friendly conversation. They happened to have a lot of shared interests so it made sense. That didn’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy though.

The other guys had all left one at a time, until it was just her and Bambam. They were sitting on the couch next to each other where they had been most of the evening.

He was doing it before he’d even thought about it, leaning across the sofa to kiss her. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the fear that he was going to lose his chance to Jaebeom and for some reason, he just couldn’t stand the thought of her picking Jaebeom before he’d even had a chance. Maybe it was the slight feeling he had that maybe after all the time they’d been spending together, she might possibly be into him too.

To his surprise, she kissed him back, moving in closer to deepen the kiss. He’d thought that she had a thing for Jaebeom, but here she was. They’d both had a little alcohol and maybe that had something to do with their situation. He didn’t care either way. She tasted sweet, like only the fruity undertones of the wine lingered on her lips.

“Maybe I should stop,” he murmured after pulling away. “We’ve both had a bit to drink.”

“Maybe you should keep going.”

“Okay.” he said quietly. He didn’t really want to stop anyway, even if he knew this wasn’t the best idea. ”Are you sure?”

“Definitely,” she replied and he moved closer. He kissed her again and soon he found himself on top of her, his body settled between her legs, holding his weight with one arm while he used his other hand to bring her face closer. Her fingers were curled into the hair at the back of his head.

He ignored his phone as it started to ring, letting his hand drift down her side, his thumb brushing against the exposed skin just above her jeans. Her hands were tugging his shirt free from his jeans when his phone started to go off again.

“Should you get that?” she panted, pulling away for air. He glanced at it and seeing that it was Yugyeom, he shook his head, pushing away from her only to press ignore.

He was just about to kiss her again when someone started to ring the door bell. He groaned in annoyance.

“Sorry, I should probably get that,” he muttered. He reluctantly pushed himself away from her, helping her back into a sitting position before tucking his shirt back in.

Yugyeom stood outside the door.

“What the hell, man?” questioned Bambam.

“I should really be going, Bambam,” said Y/N, placing her hand gently on his shoulder as she slipped by him. Her face was red and she didn’t bother to look up at Yugyeom as she slipped by him. “I’ll see you later. Bye, Yugyeom.”

Bambam watched her get into the elevator and then turned back to Yugyeom.

“Really?”

“I forgot my wallet,” shrugged Yugyeom.

“How?!”

He moved aside to let Yugyeom into the apartment.

“Hey, don’t tell anyone, okay? I don’t think she wants anyone to know.”

Yugyeom glanced over his shoulder as he picked his wallet up from the end table. “I won’t. I didn’t see anything.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you going to date her?”

“I don’t know.” He hadn’t truly thought about it. It had been at the back of his mind,of course, and he couldn’t deny that her living in the same building would make dating her super easy. Now that Yugyeom had planted that idea in his head though, it would be all that he could think about.

The next day, he couldn’t stop thinking about her leaving. Had she left because she was embarrassed? Had she left because she thought she was making a mistake? He kept checking his phone, hoping for an explanation. He couldn’t focus on anything and the other guys seemed to pick up on it.

“You good?” questioned Jackson.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He shrugged. He couldn’t even bother to make up an excuse.

Later, Yugyeom pulled him aside.

“I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t realize that I would be interrupting something.”

“No, it’s okay. I just don’t really know what’s going on between us,” explained Bambam. “She left last night and hasn’t said a word.”

“Maybe she’s been waiting on you to say something.”

“You’re right. I’ll text her.”

Bambam: I’d like to see you later, if you have time.

Y/N: I’m working late tonight. Maybe tomorrow?

Bambam: I’ll let you know when I’m done working tomorrow.

Y/N: Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.

The exchange didn’t make him feel any better. It seemed too casual. She seemed apathetic about what had happened between them the day before.

“I’m sorry about the other night,” she started apologizing as soon as he walked through the door.

“It’s okay. I just hope that I didn’t ruin our friendship. I mean, I think we’re friends, right?” He asked, turning to face her as she closed the door behind him.

“Absolutely. It didn’t ruin anything. I was totally into it. I mean, I just got kind of nervous about the other guys finding out and I guess they kind of know now. I just, I’m not really sure that I want something serious right now and I’m not really sure what you want. I should’ve just waited and asked you, but I was really embarrassed.”

He couldn’t deny that he was relieved. He’d thought he’d been the issue. That she’d regretted it because of who she was with.

“No, I understand. I’m totally into you, but you know what my job entails. I don’t think me dating anyone would go over very well. I don’t think I want anything serious either at the moment.” It was a lie, but after hearing her say that she wasn’t sure that she wanted something serious, he was afraid to admit that he did. He just wanted her to stick around. He enjoyed her company and if that meant ‘just friends’ he’d take it.

“I don’t regret what happened the other night.”

“Yeah? Neither do I.”

“Do you think we could try it again? Maybe without an interruption this time?”

That caught him off guard. He cleared his throat. “What?”

“Sorry. Um, unless that’s something you reserve for serious relationships. Shit. I’m sorry. I’ve made things super awkward.”

“No. No, I definitely want to try it again.”

This time she kissed him first, having to stand on the tip of her toes to reach.

“That was way easier last time,” she laughed, pulling away.

“Maybe we can fix that,” he replied, leading her to the couch, where he pulled her into his lap. “Is this better?”

“Let’s find out.” She pressed to her lips to his as she settled into his lap. His hands fell to her waist, pulling her in a little closer. Her hands were moving over the buttons of his shirt, trying to get it off of him as quickly as possible. It slid down his arms easily and he leaned forward so that he could slip out of it completely before his hands found her waist again.

“Definitely better,” he breathed out against her lips when they finally pulled apart to catch their breath. She nodded in agreement before pulling her sweater over her head. He couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to her breasts. He didn’t get to look too long before her lips were back against his.

Her hand slipped between them to palm him through his jeans and he inhaled sharply. It was much needed friction, but not quite enough. He pulled her in close again, his hands on her hips to guide them in a slow grind against his. She shifted in his lap and her bra disappeared from between them, her bare chest pressing against his.

He pulled away to press kisses to her jawline and down to her neck and she let her head fall back. She guided one of his hands up to her breast and he needed no further guidance from her.

“So when are you going to make dinner for me again?” she asked, pushing herself away from him.

“So you’re just using me for food now?” He chuckled.

“Hey, you said that my gratitude and praise wasn’t enough.” She grinned before pulling on her sweater. His eyes roamed over her legs and then flicked up to meet her gaze.

“I guess you’re right.” He pulled up his briefs and jeans as she disappeared, only to return with two glasses of water. “Thanks, babygirl.”

“No problem,” she smiled.

“You can’t stop smiling at me,” he noted. “Was it that good?”

“Don’t get cocky, it’s a turn off,” she warned, but she was still smiling. Her smile was contagious and he couldn’t stop smiling back at her.

“I’ll make you dinner next week,” he offered, pulling his shirt back on.

“Then maybe we can do this again?” He paused, midway through buttoning up his shirt.

“Oh, we are definitely gonna do this again.” He didn’t even try to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on between them, but he was super into whatever it was. “We’ll give my place another try. Hopefully, no one will interrupt this time.”

#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 bambam #bambam #got7 fluff #got7 smut #bambam fluff #bambam smut #got7 scenario #got7 reaction #kunpimook bhuwakul #bambam fanfic #bambam fwb

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isthi-isthi · 3 years

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Op,,, Id love to hear what you have to say abt ur compex feelings abt religion + mandalorian!! /genuine

So I’m assuming this is about THIS post, and thank you for the interest! I have a complicated relationship with religion that I won’t be getting into, but I love this show and have been yelling about it since the first season. And as soon as I did watch the first season (in one night as well), I was instantly like, oh the whole Mandalorian thing of staying covered is just fantasy-hijaab, isn’t it? Sweet! Also as a disclaimer, I don’t identify as Muslim, I am however Middle Eastern and have grown up and currently live in an area with a very high Middle Eastern and Muslim population and I’ve learned some things from friends and family. So anyways, after I watched the first season and got very invested in the Mandalorian culture because it’s so wild that a fantasy group has ideals like this, especially one that our protagonist is actually part of. It’s basically just, take care of foundlings and make sure you’re covered, preferably with beskar. And that is how I took it to mean. It’s not just their helmet that’s the important part, that’s more symbolic, but it’s the whole act of being covered that’s important. And after I saw this first season I was going through tags on tumblr for it and I saw SO MUCH art of our boy Mr. Mando in like sexy poses and mostly nude, but still wearing his helmet, and it was very much a like, well if he’s still wearing his helmet it’s whatever and I got feral every time I saw one of these, which is kind of one of the reasons for that meme that I made. And of course people are free to make what they like! Power to those horny folks! But like, that’s what happens if you map ideas and concepts that are meaningful to you onto a fictional culture, then when you see it as what you believe to be misrepresented, you’re gonna get upset. But getting back on track, I actually started writing a thing at one point that was basically like, Mando Experiences Microaggressions, The Fic. Its intro contained the lines: “But most people who weren’t Mandalorian didn’t know this, they saw the helmet not as symbolic of their creed, but as the entirety of the creed. Which is probably why people always went for it first.” Now people who have themselves experienced or have witnessed people being shitty to Muslim folks may recognize what I’m talking about here. The Mandalorian’s helmet (like a hijaab) is symbolic of, but not the entirety of what matters. And that’s kinda what this as of yet unfinished fic was all about. (It also contained the exchange of “it is extremely disrespectful in his culture to shake hands with gloves on” “well tell him I’m Mandalorian and it’s extremely disrespectful in my culture to ask me to remove my gloves”. Maybe one day I’ll finish this thing)

And now we come to the second season. This season too gave me a LOT of thoughts, which were ultimately the reason for me actually making and posting that meme. I saw so much bullshit online about episode 15 The Believer (which was my favourite episode of the season) with people saying stuff about how Mando is denouncing his beliefs and shit when he removes his helmet, like nah bud get the fuck out of here with that nonsense that’s not what’s happening here at all. In both Judaism and Islam, there is precedent for things like this. In Judaism there is the principle of pikuach nefesh which basically is that the preservation of human life overrides any other rules. And with Mandalorians I’m sure that applies doubly when the safety of foundlings is involved. In Islam as well, Muslim folks can remove their headscarf if it’s a question of safety or if they are in a situation where they choose to depending on the people they’re with. This is a thing that happens in religion and people who do make these choices, either willingly or if this choice is forced upon them, that does not make them any less a part of or a practitioner of that religion. And seeing people online immediately jump to Mando no longer being Mandalorian or that he willingly denounced his creed (which is some Real Bullshit my good dudes) just breaks my heart a little bit. Sooooo I made a meme about it

#mandalorian #the mandalorian #the mandalorian chapter 15 #ask #lou talks

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veritinymin · 4 years

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seonghwa, 33 + 70?

thank u for the request!!! as u may know now, i take forever to write, but i hope you still like it!!! 😊 idk why this whole thing happened exactly, lmao. the prompts are like, right next to each other in the middle of all of this, and the rest of it doesn't really have anything to do with it fhsgdgsvxvvdcs my brain just came up with this and i was like "u right" 👌 anyway. lmao.

member: seonghwa

genre: fluff, comedy ig

word count: 2.1k 👀 wild gdhsgdg

prompts: 33 - “I’m pretty drunk right now.”, 70 - “You smell nice.”

it was 11:38 at night, and you were just about to start getting ready for bed, when your phone notified you of a text from jongho.

'come collect ur mans, he got too crunk'

you rolled your eyes at the 'ur mans' part, knowing he was referring to seonghwa, cause jongho loved to tease you about your crush on said 'mans.'

'what did he do. also where r u guys' you sent back.

jongho sent their location, along with a blurry picture of seonghwa standing on a table, looking to be dancing to dalla dalla by itzy probably.

'omfg at least get him off the table'

'i have. multiple times.'

'😑 leaving now'

you sighed, putting on your shoes, then left your apartment to go to the bar that seonghwa and friends were at.

when you got there, you didn't have to look for very long, since seonghwa was dancing on a table still (or again). you saw jongho near that table, so you walked over to him.

"im here now, please get him off the table again." you said to jongho. he wordlessly walked over to the table, grabbed seonghwa's arm, dragged him onto his shoulder, and set him on the ground. seonghwa was protesting the whole time, until he saw you.

"oh hey y/n, what are you doing here?"

"im bringing you home, doofus."

"why?" seonghwa had a sad pout on his face.

"y/n!" you heard a voice from nearby call out. you looked around, and saw hongjoong sitting at another table. "what brings you here?"

"im just here to pick seonghwa up," you walked a little closer to hongjoong, but still wanting to keep an eye on seonghwa. "i was told he got too crunk, which i now see."

"that is true." hongjoong laughed. "so you're not gonna stay at all?"

"nah, id rather be sleeping, to be honest."

"that's fair. but not even for one drink, or snack or something? ill pay~"

you pursed your lips at his offer. "i do smell chili cheese fries i think, and i definitely would not be opposed to some of those right now."

"sure!" hongjoong chuckled, then started to stand up. "ill go order some, come sit down! chill with us for a bit!" he gestured to the chair next to his.

"seonghwa, c'mere!" you shouted to seonghwa. he looked over at you, and then basically waddled to you. hongjoong chuckled as he walked torwards the bar counter.

you sat down in the chair next to hongjoong's, then seonghwa sat in the chair next to yours. seonghwa immediately laid his head on the table. "im tired." he whined.

"me too. we're gonna go home soon." you reassured him. he then sat up, scooted his chair closer to yours, then leaned his head on your shoulder. confused at the gesture, but also finding it cute, you tried to stay still.

"you smell nice." seonghwa said softly.

"thank you." you chuckled. "you don't." seonghwa lifted his head up to look at you, and he had a very sad and surprised look on his face.

"you smell like pure alcohol, dude." you laughed.

"oh. yeah. i think i spilled some on me earlier." seonghwa said.

"yeah, when you missed your mouth trying to take a drink like ten minutes ago." jongho joined in. you didn't realize he was in the seat across-ish from you until just now.

seonghwa just mockingly mumbled at jongho, not actually having anything to say. he then leaned his head back on your shoulder. "i think im pretty drunk right now."

"i noticed." you told him, lightly patting his back.

after a few more minutes, hongjoong came back with the food, and sat down. you guys ate and talked for a bit. seonghwa kept stealing sips from someone else's alcoholic drink that was on the table, which you scolded him for, but he was just giggling at you.

once you finished your fries, you told seonghwa, and got ready to leave. you said your goodbyes to everyone, on seonghwa's behalf as well, since he was just leaning on you this whole time, probably about to fall asleep at any moment. you stood up, brought seonghwa to your car, then started driving home. you were having him crash at your place, cause you didn't want to leave him alone tonight, and you had a dog to take care of.

once you made it to your apartment, you started getting ready for bed. your dog, a cute Australian Shepherd named peanut, was very excited about you being home, and seonghwa being here period. seonghwa was probably equally excited about her.

while those two were on the floor being all happy and cute, you changed into your pajamas, then gave seonghwa a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt that you figured would fit him.

now you had to decide who sleeps where. you only had one bed, and a couch. you didn't wanna sleep on the couch, but you definitely didn't wanna make seonghwa sleep on the couch either. you were about to just suck it up and take the couch, but seonghwa insisted you both sleep on the bed because "it's more comfortable, and the couch would be bad for you." you tried to argue with him, mostly because you figured you would be very flustered at sharing a bed with him, but you gave up after a little bit, since he was being very stubborn.

you both finally got into bed, and you immediately laid down and tried to fall asleep.

"y/n" you heard seonghwa whisper from behind you.

"what?" you asked.

"what if. um. hamsters were like, dog sized? and what i-" he interrupted himself to gasp, "what if dogs were hamster sized?! that would be so cute."

you sighed. "seonghwa, go to sleep."

"but im not tired." he pouted. you rolled over onto your back to look at him.

"you literally said like, twenty minutes ago that you were tired!"

"well not tired enough to sleep though..."

"that-" you sighed again, and rubbed your face with your hands.

"are you mad at me?" seonghwa asked innocently. you turned your head to look at him better.

"no, im not mad." you chuckled. "i just wanna sleep, dude."

"oh."

seonghwa stared at you for a bit. you looked at him curiously, occasionally glancing to the side.

"can i kiss you?" seonghwa asked suddenly. your eyes went wide with surprise.

"seonghwa…!" you said, trying to make sure you heard him right. exhaling, you decided how to respond. "not while you're drunk."

seonghwa pouted a little bit. you were very confused about what was happening right now. you had no idea he felt this way.

hoping his drunkenness was only affecting his decision making, and not the way he actually felt, you sighed, "ask me tomorrow morning, if you really want."

his face lit up a little bit, then went back to mildly sad looking. "but what if i forget?"

you rolled your eyes. "i don't know, write yourself a note then." you turned back over to the side you were facing before.

"oh, good idea!" he said, sitting up. "do you have a pen or something?"

you sighed for the millionth time. you sat up a bit, propping yourself up with your elbow, and reached over to your nightstand for a pen. you handed him the pen, then laid back down, hopefully for the last time.

once you heard the cap of the pen being put back on, then placed on the table on the other side of the bed, you fully relaxed, and went back to trying to sleep, which thankfully didn't take very long to do so.

when you woke up the next morning, you noticed seonghwa's arm was laying across your stomach, and your arm was on top of his. you looked over at him, your heart almost skipping a beat. he was asleep, yet he still looked so beautiful. his hair was a bit messy, but that just added to the cuteness. he even had a slight pout on his lips.

remembering the interaction you had with him last night, your face heated up a little bit, so you decided to get out of bed.

you picked up his arm as gently as you could, and brought it off of your stomach, then quietly stood up. peanut got up as soon as you did, following you around as usual. you decided to go to the kitchen and start making some food for the two of you, since it was 11:14.

ill make pancakes. everyone likes pancakes. you thought to yourself. you found your usual recipe, then started getting the ingredients and utensils out. once you mixed everything together, you turned the burner on with a pan on top of it, then looked through your cupboards and fridge for various toppings you guys might like.

you then noticed seonghwa walk out of your bedroom, holding a hand to his head, still looking very tired. peanut ran over to him, wagging her tail excitedly. seonghwa just smiled and patted her head.

"good morning!" you said to him. "you feeling okay?"

he pursed his lips, then spoke with his cute, raspy morning voice, "can't say that i am exactly." he laughed after he said that though, cause he didn't want you to feel guilty.

"aw." you chuckled. "you're welcome to anything in here, i have medicines in that cupboard," you pointed to a cupboard at the edge of your kitchen, "there's water, milk, orange juice, and various sodas. oh, and im making pancakes." you pointed to the bowl of pancake batter, then started actually making them, as you scooped some batter onto the pan.

"oh cool, thank you!" he said, then walked over to the sink, which was near the stove. you only saw him out of the corner of your eye, but you saw him roll up his sleeves, only to kind of freeze for a bit.

oh shit, he saw the note he wrote, didn't he? you thought, mildly amused, but also kind of nervous. you focused on the pancakes, pretending you didn't see anything, as he washed his hands.

after you finished making the pancakes, you made plates for the two of you, then both sat on the couch to eat. peanut was sitting on the floor in between your guys' feet, staring with puppy dog eyes, switching between you and seonghwa.

"nooo, you're not getting any of my food, sweetie." seonghwa said to her. for some reason, seonghwa's use of that pet name made you feel… some kind of feelings.

once you guys finished eating, you stayed on the couch, just chilling, talking about possible plans for the day. eventually the conversation went to things seonghwa did yesterday while drunk.

"oh yeah, ive been wanting to ask you about something." seonghwa started. he inhaled deeply, trying to figure out how to say it. "do you… know what this is about?" he pushed up his left sleeve, to reveal the words 'ask to kiss y/n' written messily on his arm.

"oh. um. yeah." you chuckled nervously.

"why did i write this?" he asked. he sounded kind of regretful, which made you a little disappointed.

"uh, well. we were in bed, trying to sleep- well, i was trying to sleep, i don't know what you were doing," you corrected yourself, making seonghwa laugh. "and, you just like, randomly asked to kiss me, and i said 'not while you're drunk, ask me tomorrow morning if you really want to,' then you were like 'but what if i forget?' so i was like 'then, i dunno, write yourself a note' ...so you did." you felt your face heating up while telling him that. you were avoiding looking at his face, nervous about what his reaction will be.

"oh." seonghwa said. you glanced up at him, but you couldn't really tell what he was thinking.

he glanced around for a bit, before he finally spoke, "was there… any sincerity to your statement of, 'ask me tommorow'?" seonghwa looked at you, hopefully, but also awkwardly.

your heart swelled up with happiness, "yes." you smiled at him. he smiled back, and exhaled, like he was holding his breath.

he gently put his hand to your cheek, brushing some hair out of the way at the same time. your heart was beating very fast, and so was his.

he slowly leaned forward, until his lips met yours.

you practically melted into the kiss. his lips felt so soft and warm.

he pulled away slowly, his eyes fluttering open. you sat there, staring at each other for a bit, until he pulled you into a hug and leaned his head on your shoulder. you hugged back, leaning your head on his, a million thoughts racing through your head at once.

your first thought, was 'holy shit, i can't believe seonghwa likes me.'

your second thought, 'fuckin… jongho is not going to shut up about this.'

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Simple Mistake - Ch.1

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: drinking, throwing up, too much alcohol, josh dancing, and mmm i think that is it?

Author’s note: here it is!! the first chapter (of 5!) i really hope you guys enjoy and feedback is appreciated! also Y/F/N means ‘your friend’s name’ (and is gender neutral)

Chapter 2

“You look nice!” Your mom smiled at you as you slowly stumbled down the stairs. “Going somewhere?”

“Just to the bars with some friends,” you mumbled. You’ve been 21 for a while now, but it still was an odd concept that you could go drink and come back home with your parents and they would be alright with it.

“You’re not driving are you?”

“No, Tyler ordered us an uber. I believe it’s picking him up first, then Josh, and then a few others before swinging by here.”

“Be safe!” Your mom shuffled over to you and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“I will, Mom.” You waved to her as you headed outside to sit on your porch. It was around 8 pm and the sun was starting to set. That was your favorite part about it being May, are the late sunsets. You looked out towards the sky which was painted with deep red and orange strokes.

It was silent outside. Tranquil. Your heart was fluttering as you received a text in the group message.

Josh: almost to your place, Y/N

Tyler: be ready

You smiled to yourself as you quickly typed out a response.

Y/N: waiting outside. The sunset is pretty.

Josh: almost as pretty as Tyler

Tyler: awe, thanks dude

You locked your phone and took a deep breath as you gazed back up at the sky. There were two birds flying through the distance, and you wondered if they were in love. Birds could fall in love, right?

Sometimes you wondered if you would ever have someone to fly around with, metaphorically of course. You’ve tried the dating apps, you’ve tried having your friends act like wingmen, and you have even tried meeting someone at the bars but it wasn’t your thing. You couldn’t find yourself having those feelings, the ones you felt for a certain someone.

A certain someone that you knew did not share those same feelings as you.

A certain someone that you had fallen for about two years ago. A certain someone who has had a girlfriend for the past eight months. A certain someone that you had to act like you were just best friends with.

That certain someone just happened to be Tyler Joseph.

“Y/N!” your name was shouted from a distance. As you turned your head to gaze down the street, you spotted the Uber coming out and could see Josh sticking his head out the window.

“Hey guys,” you hopped into the back seat putting yourself next to Tyler who was sitting in the middle.

“Josh decided to take two shots back at the apartment before heading out, so he has been quite something tonight,” your friend giggled from the front seat.

“Of course he did,” you shook your head and you buckled yourself in. Your hand softly grazed against Tyler’s as you were trying to snap the buckle.

“Sorry,” you both mumbled in unison. Your cheeks felt hot so you decided to open the window.

“The sunset is really something, huh?” the uber driver broke the silence in the car.

“I would call it gorge babyyy,” Josh put an emphasis on the last syllable.

“Where is Jen?” you turned to Tyler who was busy playing a game on his phone.

“She had to study for a test coming up.”

“Ah,” you bit your bottom lip trying to hide the smirk that was making its way to your face. It wasn’t that you disliked Jen, she just wasn’t your favorite person to be around. You weren’t sure if it was because you hated how optimistic she was all the time, or if it was because she was dating Tyler.

Your feelings for Tyler were only known by one other person, Y/F/N, who sat in the front seat and made eye contact with you in the rearview as they eavesdropped on the conversation. They always had pushed you to be honest with Tyler, especially since if you had been honest with him a year ago, then he would have never started dating Jen in the first place.

The issue was that you were certain Tyler did not share those same feelings that you did, despite the fact that Y/F/N and Josh has mentioned once or twice that Tyler did like you.

Josh was busy explaining a story about how he sold three guitars at once during his last shift as the car pulled up to your favorite bar. It was usually filled with younger people, so you didn’t have to worry about older creeps.

“Josh, no one cares about your story!” Tyler teased him as everyone piled out of the car. You quickly stood next to Y/F/N as you grabbed your ID out of your wallet, following the boys into the bar.

“Who wants to start with shots?” the bartender greeted you all with a smile.

“I’m down!” you raised your hand and Tyler nodded, handing the bartender his card.

“Drinks are all on me tonight, so start the tab!” he shouted over the loud music. You looked over at him with wide eyes.

“Tyler! It’s going to be so expensive!”

“Don’t worry,” he flashed a smile your way.

“I love this song!” Josh shouted. Feels Like the First Time by Foreigner came pumping out of the speakers. The bartender handed each of you a shot glass filled with a ruby red liquid.

“On 3!” Y/F/N held up their hands and slowly counted down and in unison, you all tilted your heads back as the liquid burned down your throat.

“Jesus,” you mumbled. Shots were not your forte.

“What are you going to get to drink?” Tyler turned to you and you shrugged.

“Probably a mai tai.”

“Yummy,” Tyler licked his lips and you swear you couldn’t peel your eyes away from them.

“You?”

“Going with a beer.”

“That’s not very original, Joseph,” you teased.

“I don’t plan on getting wasted, especially when I know I will end up having to take care of mister smooth over here.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder to Josh who was already making small talk with a group of girls.

You chuckled, “He can be a handful.”

“Y/N! Come dance with me!” Y/F/N rushed over and grabbed your hand, pulling you swiftly towards the direction of the dance floor. You looked back at Tyler who seemed to be smirking as you were being dragged away.

Single Ladies by Beyonce boomed over the speakers, and you followed Y/F/N’s footsteps as they flowed with the music. You kept on taking sips of your drink, knowing that only alcohol would be able to make you feel comfortable dancing.

The lights were dim and there was a disco ball overhead that punctuated the dark club with streaks of chaotic light. You were having a good time. The more you moved, the more the shot you had taken earlier mixed with your bloodstream.

The song was finishing up, and you excused yourself to get a refill on your drink. Y/F/N followed.

“Where are the boys?” you asked, scanning the crowded bar.

“Josh is back there on the dance floor so we should go back and join him!”

“I’m not drunk enough to dance with the Josh Dun,” you cackled. You spotted him twerking in the middle of a circle.

“He’s wild,” Y/F/N sipped on their new drink. You grabbed yours from the bartender and took a long gulp, trying to ignore the burn. You never understood how people enjoyed that feeling.

“I still don’t see Tyler.” You frowned.

“Oh, there he is! He’s on his phone!” You finally spotted him, sitting at the end of the bar with a beer in his left hand and the phone in his right.

“Party pooper,” you huffed. You took another gulp of your drink and waltzed over to him.

“I’m going to the dance floor with Josh!” Y/F/N called out and you shot them a thumbs up.

“What do you think you’re doing, Joseph?” you leaned against the bar and he looked up at you.

“Hm?”

“We’re supposed to be having a good time and you look like mister frowny pants over here! Moping over your phone.”

“It’s just Jen is being difficult, I guess apparently when she said it’s fine that I came out tonight she didn’t mean it.”

“That seems toxic,” the words slipped out of your mouth without you realizing what you had said. “Sorry, that was mean.”

Tyler chuckled and took a swig from his beer, “Nah, you have a point. I shouldn’t worry about her and have a good time with my friends who care about me.”

“We do care about you!” you agreed. “Want to go dance? Josh is being a maniac as usual.”

“I need another shot, I think.” He motioned for the bartender.

“I’ll join you.” The last thing you needed right now was another shot, but you thought you would be able to let loose more.

“On 3?” Tyler hands you the glass, this time filled with a clear liquid.

“On 3,” you agreed. You both swished the liquid down, and you couldn’t help but cough.

“I’m ready now,” Tyler spoke, chasing the shot with the rest of his beer. You two squeezed your way through the sweaty crowd until you caught a glimpse of Josh and Y/F/N.

“Tyler! Y/N!” Josh threw his hands up in the air and literally skipped over to you.

“How you feeling?” you asked him.

“Dude, spectacular!” he patted Tyler on the back and went back to the dance floor.

“Yes, this song!” you squealed as Livin’ On A Prayer came on. None of your friends had planned on getting this smashed, but you didn’t seem to care too much. You let yourself go and just flowed with the music. Your hips would sway to the beat and you closed your eyes as everyone sang the chorus together.

When you opened your eyes you were met with Tyler’s staring back at you. He came over to you and grabbed your hands and continued to playfully dance with you as if you were little kids dancing at a wiggles concert.

“We’re halfway there!” you both shouted. “Living on a prayer!” You were laughing more than singing, as Tyler dramatically pretended he had an invisible microphone.

The room was now spinning and it was difficult for you to keep your balance as you kept on stumbling over your two feet.

“Grab my shoulders!” Tyler shouted over the music and you did as he said as the music picked up.

“I love this song!” you slurred. Your hand somehow got intertwined with Tyler’s and he was twirling you in a circle.

“Me too,” he giggled.

“You’re giggly when you’re drunk,” you placed your hands back on Tyler’s shoulders so you wouldn’t fall over.

“You’re silly when you’re drunk,” he teased back. You stuck your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes.

“I like this shirt,” you mumbled. You didn’t even notice, but Tyler’s hands were now on your waist. Probably just trying to keep you up straight.

“I like your shirt too,” he spoke softly. His vision became just as blurry as yours.

“I like you,” you whispered with a smirk. You looked up at Tyler, expecting him to move away from you, but instead, you watched his brown eyes move from your eyes to gaze down at your lips.

“Is that so?” his head moved closer towards you until your noses were practically touching. The heavy scent of alcohol burned your nostrils. Your heart was racing and felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. The alcohol was making it difficult for you to figure out what was reality.

“Mhm.” You bit your bottom lip innocently. Tyler’s lips were so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath on yours. He smelled like beer.

“Kiss me,” he reached his hand up so it was cupping your cheek and guided your lips to his. They softly collided and you melted away in his arms. You had dreamt of this moment for the past two years.

The background music dissolved in with the sounds of voices singing and the only thing you actually could hear was the sound of your own heart beating uncontrollably as you stood there, kissing your best friend.

Tyler abruptly pulled his face away from his and you met with a look of shock. His eyes were wide and all you could hear was him mumble “shit” before slipping away from you, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the crowd.

What just happened?

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