#people on their phones people gossiping because they were playing that fucking bad that they didnt even care to be angry lol
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went to 3 warriors games in the past few weeks and it was 2-1…. the 1 loss i watched being this ass 36 point blowout like dude😭
#it was actually so depressing lmfao#it wasnt even the boos that people did that got me#it was the fact that people didnt even care anymore#people on their phones people gossiping because they were playing that fucking bad that they didnt even care to be angry lol#at one point the warriors called a timeout and the pelicans gave the smallest fuck ever that they were chilling on court#standing around#WITH THE WARRIORS DANCE TEAM DANCING SROUND THEM MIND YOU#while the warriors were in their team huddle trying to strategise lmao like dude.#the other team doesnt even have a strategy anymore and is just playing around. have shame#not sure how many more ‘this is the worst loss of the season’ i can take😭
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HIIIIII I've been thinking a lot these last few days.... heeseung being an angel (could be a fallen angel or something) falling in love with a mortal, but they can't be together because angels and human beings together are completely prohibited... a totally hot and forbidden love
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I am so in love with this concept. the minute this popped up in my askbox I knew I had to write it asap. I apologize for this being so long idk what happened my fingers just wouldn’t stop typing.
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fallen angel: lee heeseung
pairing: heeseung x afab!reader
word count: 7.6k
Heeseung never sinned. Ever. Never once said anything bad about anyone, never once cursed, never once gossiped, kept his emotions in check, never had a single terrible thought about someone else, never committed any crimes, and always—always—had a pure heart.
That was until you.
Heeseung was God's most prized angel. He did anything and everything that was asked of him. Never once defying God’s wishes or commands. His pure heart is the whole reason that when he well, died, he was the first one selected to be God’s second hand. Heeseung lived his whole life dedicated to his church and doing nothing but good.
But you? Oh, you. You were the first temptation Heeseung ever got.
“I have a job for you, my angel,” God spoke to him.
Heeseung knelt down on one knee with one hand over his chest, bowing his head, “Anything for you, my savior.”
“We have a family that needs a blessing, a pure angel to take away their worries. They are struggling hard. Go down to land and help this family. I trust you with this one, Heeseung. Please.”
Heeseung didn’t hesitate. Nodding and accepting the job God had to offer him.
Heeseung stretched his wings, preparing for his flight down to the mortal lands. The trip didn’t take long and the minute the tips of his shoes touched solid land, his whole outfit changed and his wings were hidden. From the bright white robes and dress shoes to tanned brown boots, light blue jeans, and a black button-up dress shirt. It was one of Heeseung’s favorite outfits to wear when he came to the mortal lands.
He looked around the city he landed in, watching as the mortals passed by him and crossed over the street. The sounds of cars honking and people yelling filled his ears along with the smells of the city. Heeseung smiled, remembering his time as a mortal and seeing how much had changed over the thousand years he’d been away.
Pushing away the memories of the past, Heeseung starts his walk in the direction God told him this family would be. He shoved his hands in his jeans pockets, smiling brightly as he walked past the mortals, none of them paying him any mind as they went about their normal lives.
“Fuck!”
Heeseung chuckled at the curse, shaking his head. He wasn’t used to hearing such vulgar language. His eyes searched the sea of people around him to see where I came from, his curiosity taking over him.
You were running down the street, hairtye in your mouth as you pulled back your long hair back into a ponytail, quickly pulling the band from your mouth and twisting it in your hair. With how you were rushing, Heeseung knew you were the one he heard the curse come from. You looked down at your watch, letting more curses escape your lips, “I am going to be so fucking late! Holy fucking shit.”
Heeseung raised his brows at the language, “Jeez…mortals never change.” He wasn’t judging, he understood life as a mortal wasn’t the easiest and everyone had their roles to play. It wasn’t his job to judge anyway, he left that up to God.
But you kept pushing along, pulling your phone from your pocket and dialing a number, “Pick up, please for the love of fucking God pick up!”
You were so focused on getting to your destination that you didn’t even realize you ran into Heeseung, smacking your shoulder into his. Heeseung didn’t move an inch at your touch, but you nearly fell to your knees. Heeseung stopped to face you, making sure you were okay but seeing you catch your balance before tumbling over, looking back over your shoulder and snarling at him, “Asshole…” you mumbled under your breath as you still pushed along down the street.
Heeseung blankly stared at you then shoved his hands back in his pockets and continued to his destination, saying a small prayer for you.
It didn’t take much longer for Heeseung to reach the small house right outside the city. He took a deep breath and smiled wide, knocking on the door.
A man opened the door, his eyes puffy and red from crying and now full of confusion looking at Heeseung, “Can I help you?”
Heeseung smiled even more, “I am here to help you.”
The man gave him an even more confused look, “Excuse me?”
A small cough could be heard within the house and soft sobs followed after it.
Heeseung peeked into the house, “Your child, they’re sick,” the man looked down to the ground, putting his lips into a thin line, “I can help. I was sent here to do so.”
The man flicked his eyes back up at Heeseung, studying him, “Are you the angel we asked God to send?”
Heeseung gently nodded.
He was led into the home and to their child’s bedroom. The mother was hovering over her child, who looked to be about eight. His eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was uneven. He was going to die soon, Heeseung could sense it, could see it. The poor boy still had so much life left to live, and that’s why God sent Heeseung here. To heal this child.
Heeseung placed a gentle hand on the mother, her pleading eyes staring up at him. Once she realized who he was, she reached for his hand, “Dear angel, save my baby boy.”
Heeseung held her hand tight and nodded. With his free hand, he placed it against the boy's chest, sending a small ounce of healing power to him, reciting a prayer. The boy's mother and father joined him in the prayer, their cries slowly fading out as the heartbeat and breathing of their child became steady.
The family thanked Heeseung more times than he could count. His face hurt from the amount of smiling he did during those hours he sat in their home. They even cooked him dinner as a thanks. Once Heeseung walked out of the home, he understood why God chose this family. The boy had much life to give, and his parents were good and pure souls.
Heeseung walked back into the city, hands behind his back as he stared at the nightlife. Loving all the lights that lit up the city perfectly. The hustling life of mortals laughing with friends and family as they head out for dinner or to even party.
Hopefully, God won’t mind that I take a small walk before heading back.
Heeseung walked as far as he could, finally deciding it was time to head back to the golden gates.
That was until he saw you.
Heeseung stood at a crosswalk, cars flying by and the wind blowing his silver hair and clothes in all directions. You popped up to his right, your phone once again was in your hands, thumbs pressing away at the screen.
Time seemed to slow down then. The red hand that illuminated the crosswalk to not cross flashed its light. The cars fast-paced slowed. Heeseung turned his head to look at you, watching as you continued to step from the sidewalk and into the street, not paying any attention.
His heart raced faster, eyes widening as he looked to his left, seeing a car passing into the next lane without using a blinker and showing no signs of slowing down or even honking their horn at you to show they were there.
Heeseung acted fast, stepping down from the curb, hands reaching out to grab your shoulders and pull you back against him. Heeseung released his wings, wrapping them around you and twirling you around and back to the sidewalk.
Time went back to normal, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. How stupid could you be to walk out into the street in the middle of rush hour while on your phone? You could have died. That’s when you noticed the white wings wrapped over you along with the strong arms that held you tightly.
You looked up, resting your head against his chest, seeing it was the man you ran into earlier, seeing him staring back down at you. His chest raised and fell quickly, his warm breath touching your face. He’s an angel. An actual, real-life angel. Ones you’ve only been told about from stories as a child.
Heeseung pulled his wings back behind him and hid them from the human eye once again. Seeing the other mortals around didn’t take any notice. He continued to stare into your eyes, “You silly little thing.”
The longer the two of you looked at each other, the more your heart wanted to rip from your chest. He was beautiful. Breathtaking. You felt safe in his arms and without knowing you leaned more against him, Heeseung, as if on instinct, held you tighter against him.
“Thank you,” you finally managed to say, your cold hands touching his where they sat against your forearms, “For saving me.”
Feeling your cold touch brought Heeseung back to reality. He smiled and released his arms from you, “Try and pay better attention next time, okay?”
You turned to fully face him. Every fiber of your being wanted to cling to him. Your heart is calling for him.
Heeseung kept his smile, giving you a small nod, and prepared to turn away.
“Wait!” you quickly shouted, your hands now grasping at the back of his shirt. Heeseung looked over his shoulder at you, “Let me make it up to you, for saving me. And to apologize for calling you an asshole earlier.”
Heeseung chuckled, “Being nice to an angel won’t get you into heaven, silly mortal.”
You bit at the skin on your lip, “I really just want to thank you.”
Heeseung looked up to the sky and then shrugged. God can wait for a bit longer.
He followed close behind you until you stood in front of your apartment door and with shaky hands you unlocked the door and went inside, Heeseung trialing in.
He held his hands behind his back, looking over every inch of your studio apartment.
“I’m sorry it’s so small…” you whispered, closing the door behind you.
Heeseung turned to face you, his smile still on his face, “It’s not my place to judge what you do or do not have. Your space is perfect if you make it perfect.”
Right. You forgot he’s an angel. You kicked out of your shoes, reaching your hands up to unzip your jacket, noticing how quickly he turned around to look away from you.
You drop your hands to your sides, “Want anything to eat or drink?” you ask quickly walking to your kitchen, “I am not sure what angels eat?”
Heeseung chuckled, slowly turning to face you, “You don’t seem to be questioning what I am.”
You gave him a small smile as you pulled two water bottles from your fridge, “I always believed. Believed we humans had someone looking after us, whether that was a God or angels or anything else.”
Heeseung tilted his head, “What if I was anything else? You let me into your home so willingly.”
You swallowed, not even taking into conversation that the man in front of you could be the other type of angel. One that was meant to draw you in and kill you, “Are you going to hurt me?”
Heeseung took a few steps towards you, “I would never.”
You slowly nodded at him and handed him his water bottle, “I am YN, by the way.”
Heeseung gently took the water from you, his fingers brushing over yours, “Heeseung. Second hand to God.”
You widen your eyes, you weren’t just dealing with an angel, but you were dealing with God’s TOP angel.
Heeseung stared at you, “Something wrong, YN?”
You shook your head, “You’re just…beautiful.” you didn’t know where that came from or why you even spoke those words from your mouth.
His heart picked up its pace, and his ears started to burn red. He took steps away from you and finally took sips of his water.
Heeseung thought you were beautiful too, a little silly mortal, but beautiful nevertheless. His heart was pulling to you and he needed to leave soon and quickly.
He cleared his throat, “You wanted to thank me, but that’s not necessary. I was simply doing my job.”
You set your water down on the table, “You saved my life, I need to thank you somehow.”
Heeseung looked at your water bottle, watching how the droplet fell down the plastic and touched the wood of the table. He sat his bottle down beside yours, “Tell me your thanks then, I must return soon.”
You didn’t know what came over you or what you were even thinking. All you knew was you were now standing before Heeseung, looking up into his brown eyes.
Heeseung stared back down into your eyes, loving the way their color shined under the light of your kitchen. You stood on your tiptoes, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“YN,” he whispered, his hands now on your biceps, pulling your feet back flat to the floor, “I can’t accept that.”
“Just one,” you whisper back, once again standing on your tiptoes, becoming inches away from his face.
Heeseung’s lips parted, frozen in place as he watched you move closer. You brushed your nose against him, slowly closing your eyes as your lips touched together.
Heeseung kept still as you held your lips to his, his heart threatening to rip from his chest. But once you pulled away, he was pulling you back.
His hands moved from your biceps to your face, keeping you in place as he kissed you back. Lips moved together as if he’d never kissed someone before.
Heeseung had his fair share of kisses when he was mortal, but none of them felt like yours do. Tasting so sweet and addicting. You kissed him back with the same amount of passion he was giving you, roaming your hands from his shoulders to his neck, fingers tangling in the silver strands of his hair.
You don’t know if it was you or Heeseung who deepened the kiss, all concepts of time and the world around you were out the window at his touch. At the way his hands slid from your face to your hips. At how your body was pressed so close to his and how you were now pressed against the wall of your apartment.
It was just kissing. You two were just making out and nothing else. But you wanted more, so much more. Heeseung too, wanted more of you. He couldn’t get enough. He rocked his hips against yours, his growing hard cock rubbing you just in the right way that your lips released from his to softly moan.
Heeseung was off you within seconds of hearing that lewd, sweet sound come from your mouth.
He pressed his back against the door, palming the door in hopes of getting his hands to stop shaking as he pants to catch his breath.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, “I’m sorry.”
Heeseung glances up at you, his pupils blown out and filled with the want he has for you. You wanted to run to him, pull him back into you. But the moment his wings, his oh-so-beautiful wings, appeared from behind him, you knew your time with him was over.
“We can’t see each other again,” Heeseung quickly says, turning and reaching for the door handle.
“Why?!” you quickly asked, pushing yourself off the wall, “I want to see you again.”
Heeseung flung the door open and rushed to the railing, “I can’t sin. You’re too tempting.” You stood in the doorway, watching as he climbed the railing, stretching his wings out. He glanced behind him, taking one last long look at you, feeling his heartbreaking, “Goodbye, silly mortal.”
And then he was gone. He shot into the sky so far and fast you didn’t have time to blink, “Goodbye, Heeseung.”
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Heeseung kneeled at the altar, bringing his hands together, and doing his daily prayers and offerings. Pushing every thought of you out of his mind.
It’s been days since he left you. Days since he felt the warmth of your body against his. How your lips tasted and moved against his own. How you made his body feel. The things he wanted to do to you…the thoughts that ran through his head about you.
Heeseung squeezed his eyes, doing everything he could to shove the thought of you down and away. To forget about you and what had happened. He couldn’t have you no matter what. Angels and mortals can’t be together anyway. It was forbidden. Angels' jobs are to protect, provide guidance, to watch over, and ensure the safety of the mortals. To not intervene and only to do so when it’s necessary. Everything about you was against the rules. He couldn’t have relationships with you.
Heeseung stood from the altar, turning to see his brothers standing behind him, “My apologies,” he said to the six of them, “I took a bit longer this morning. Please take your turn.”
He stepped aside, watching as the youngest and newest angel in their ranks took to the alter first.
“What took you so long to return the other night, brother?” Niki, the youngest, asked as he placed his hands together and knelt, “We missed you at dinner.”
Heeseung placed his hands behind his back, “I was sent on a job. The family I helped offered me food as a thanks.”
Sunoo and Sunghoon knelt down beside Niki, copying the prayers.
Jay and Jake kept their eyes on Heeseung, their eyes telling Heeseung everything he needed to know: that they knew where he was that night.
Jungwon gave Heeseung a dimpled smile as he knelt beside the others, “It was very nice of them to return their thanks in dinner for you. Make sure to keep contact with them. It would be the right thing to do.”
Heeseung nodded at the younger, “Of course. Already plan to.”
He looked back at Jay and Jake, giving them a small nod and walking past them.
“We know,” was all Jay said in a whisper only he, Jake, and Heeseung could hear.
Heeseung stopped a few steps behind them, keeping his hands behind his back and head held high, “I know.”
“Only Jay and I,” Jake added, his Aussie accent coming out in a hushed tone, “You know the rules.”
“I know,” Heeseung said again, “I saved her life and she thanked me the way she felt fit.”
“That’s not what we are worried about though,” Jay sighed, keeping his eyes locked on the younger ones in front of him, folding his wings tightly to his back.
Heeseung knew the two of them were being nosey. That they peeked down onto the mortal lands and saw everything that happened.
“Will you tell on me?” Heeseung asked, keeping himself held high.
Jake chuckled, “Of course not,” he finally turned to look at Heeseung, staring at the back of his head, “You just have to promise to never see her again.”
Heeseung closed his eyes, “I know the rules. I appreciate you two looking after me, but I am the eldest angel, the most trusted, and I wouldn’t break that trust. Not to God, or you six.”
“We want you to promise,” Jay mumbled, “Say you promise.”
“I promise.”
Jay and Jake nodded, joining their brothers at the alter, leaving Heeseung standing alone. He walked out of the chapel and into the garden. He hated having to make that promise, but knowing it was necessary to make. Not just for his brother's peace of mind, but also his own.
The day went on like normal with his normal scheduled things. It was enough to distract him away from the conversation that morning with Jay and Jake. Enough to keep his mind off and away from you.
That was until night fell and he returned to his room with his back pressed to his shower wall, head leaned over, and letting the water slip down his head and face.
Heeseung reached his fingers up to his lips, rubbing the pads over them, remembering the way your lips felt pressed against him. He ran his hands from the back of his neck to his shoulders, touching every inch of his upper half that your hands touched.
Heeseung started to pant, his heart beating faster at the memories of you pressed against him. The moan that left your vulgar mouth. The pulsing pressure Heessung felt on his lower half was making him shake. He wrapped his hand around himself, slowly stroking up and back down. Biting his lips to keep any noise from coming out.
This wasn’t like Heeseung. This wasn’t his normal behavior. And if he got found out…it would be over for him. It would have been over for him a long time ago if he was caught with you that night. Or if he continued any further. The moment Heeseung would have touched you inappropriately, or slid himself inside you…
Heeseung’s breath hitched, his thumb circling the tip. His eyes were glued to how red and angry it looked, how badly he wanted to feel your hand in place of his.
He quickly let go of himself, turning the warm water from hot to cold, his body shivering from the new temperature and removing his thoughts about you.
Even after his shower and now lying in bed, his thoughts trailed to you and the small time he spent with you. His heart ached, begging to hear your voice one more time. He forced himself to sleep. Forced himself to wake up that next morning and go about his normal schedule. To go back to bed and repeat over and over.
Heeseung broke the minute he landed back in the city, sneaking out of heaven for the night and landing himself at your front door. His shaky hands banging on your door.
You jolted awake, angrily stomping your way to the front door, “What the fuck do you want it’s almost two in the morning!” you snapped pulling the door open to see Heeseung standing before you, his wings quickly pulled tightly to his back as he pushed himself inside, his hands immediately cupping your face and lips attaching to yours.
“Hee—Heeseung,” you said his name in between kisses, eventually pressing your hands to his chest and pushing him. Heeseung pulled back, looking at you with so much worry, “What are you doing here?” You asked.
Heeseung slid his hands from your face to your arms, thumbs rubbing at your skin, “Do you want me to go?”
“No!” you said a bit too hastily, fingers gripping at the fabric of his dark blue shirt, “I’ve missed you so much please don’t go.”
It was true, you missed him more than you wanted to admit and the weeks you spent away from him were torture. You barely knew him, knew next to nothing about him actually. But something about him pulled you in. The moment you felt his arms and wings wrap around you, your heart was his for the taking.
You did enough research after he left about why he couldn’t stay with you. Why he couldn’t be doing this with you. He’s breaking enough rules as it is to be here with you right now.
Heeseung kissed you again, letting his wings drop to the floor, “I’ve missed you so much,” he said between each kiss, “You’re so darn tempting.”
You giggled at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I thought you couldn’t sin,” you teased him.
Heeseung left your lips to kiss down your neck, “Kissing isn’t a sin. As long as I don’t touch you or have sex with you…” he brushed his lips back up to your jaw, “Just don’t tempt me to do anything but kiss you.”
You did as the angel told you. Doing nothing but letting him kiss you and keeping your hands to yourself even if it was killing you to not touch him. Heeseung kept his hands on your face, thumbs gently rubbing back and forth across your jawline, slowly walking you to your bed and laying you down. Heeseung climbed in over you, gently laying his body down on top of yours, wanting to be as close as legally possible for him to be.
He didn’t move, no matter how hard he got. He didn’t touch you anywhere but your arms and face, even if his hands were screaming to touch every inch of you. All he did was keep his lips connected to yours, kissing you so gently and softly until both of yours and his lips were swollen.
You fell asleep in his arms but awoke to an empty apartment but a handwritten letter was on your kitchen table, Heeseung telling you he would be back when he could.
And Heeseung kept true to his word. He always came back to you. He always held you close in his arms and kissed you gently. Heeseung fell hard in love with you. No amount of time spent with you was ever enough, not when he had to go back to Heaven before anyone noticed he was gone. Do his normal duties and schedule, wait a couple of days, then crash land back at your door.
Each time was harder than the last. You became his every thought and wish. And Heeseung was slowly starting to lose himself when it came to you. His immortal life started to become more mortal again being with you. Mostly with how much your existence was starting to tempt him more and more.
Heeseung was slowly starting to break the rules even more than he already was. Brushing his hands over your breasts slowly, tangling his fingers in your hair, rubbing his cock against your heat, and shoving his tongue down your throat. He would undress you, undress himself, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties and him in his boxers, trying so hard to keep his eyes on your face and not trace every inch of your almost bare body.
You were the devil that sat on his shoulder, breaking him away from who he really was. Never once in his life, before he died and after, was he ever faced with temptation like this.
You made it so hard for him to behave. Not when he’d hear your sweet moans fill his ears as you buck your hips against his to feel his length and run your hands down every inch of his body.
Heeseung nearly lost his mind when your hand wrapped around him for the first time, feeling how your fingers pumped him so slowly and oh so so good.
“Angels don’t act like this, darling,” Heeseung whispered in your ear as your hand squeezed him, “You’re such a devil to me.”
You kissed his neck, stroking his cock a bit faster, “I’m just a devil in disguise,” you teased him, knowing full well Heeseung was loving this banter.
“I love you,” he kissed your ear, rocking himself in your hand, “I love you so much.”
Heeseung had you stop before things got too out of control. Redressing himself and you before giving you a final kiss goodnight and leaving.
You always hated to watch him go. To watch as your angel flew away into the night and having to count down the days until you could see him again.
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Heeseung stood before the altar, his six brothers surrounding behind him along with the other angels of heaven. He kept his hands pressed behind his back, “You called for me, my savior?”
God hummed, “We have a lot to discuss, my angel.”
Heeseung glanced around at his brothers, taking note of their facial expressions. Then looked at the other angels, they wore the same looks, just not as hurt as his brothers.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what this was about. Heeseung knew. His luck ran out.
“What would you like to discuss?” Heeseung asked, giving a smile.
“About your wrongdoings.”
Heeseung’s smile faded, dropping his kind and happy act. He had to admit, he no longer was happy being here in heaven. Not when his heart was on mortal lands. Heaven was back on Earth. Not in these clouds. Not anymore.
“Are you wanting me to confess my sins, my lord?” Heeseung kept his head lifted, straightening up his posture.
“Yes,” God said with a sigh, “And why you betrayed me.”
Heeseung pulled his wings tighter to his back, squeezing his hands together, “I am in love with her.”
His six brothers closed their eyes tightly, tilting their heads down towards the white morale floor, hands in fists. The other angels gasped at the confession.
“State the rest of your sins, Lee Heeseung.”
Heeseung lifted his head up higher, “I’ve touched her. Let her touch me. Slept beside her and held her in my arms. Rubbed my body against hers until she was moaning.”
The gasps of the other angels grew louder, their chattering voices echoing across the chapel.
“But you never slept with her, have you?”
Heeseung smirked, “No, I haven’t had sex with her. But I want to.”
More gasps filled the chapel. Jay now appearing at Heeseung’s side, his hand gripping his shoulder, “Stop talking man!”
Heeseung shook his brother off him, “Go and stand back where you were, Jay.”
“Jongseong,” God said quickly, “Please.”
Jay slowly walked back, standing close to Jake.
“What has she done to you? My angel? Why did you fall into her temptation when she’s a devil.”
Heeseung tensed his face and body. Wings pulled even tighter against him to keep them from shaking out of pure anger, “She’s a human being. Nothing even close to those damned demons.”
More gasps from the other angels.
“You will watch your mouth when speaking to me.”
Heeseung chuckled, looking down to the floor, “My apologies.”
Heeseung thinned his lips in a line. He was filled with so much conflict. This place wasn’t his home, not when you were down below waiting for him. Heeseung loved his time here, loved helping mortals who needed him, and loved his six brothers and even the jobs and duties he had here. Spending time with you did change him, making him want more out of his immortal life than to just exist. He wanted to live. He wanted to love. He wanted life with you.
Heeseung held his head high again, relaxing his body, “I confess to all my sins. My thoughts I’ve had of her, the things I want to do to and with her and I confess to betraying you and your trust, my savior.”
God sighed, silence filling the room. Heeseung knew what was next. His punishment.
“Jay, Jake, Sungoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki,” God called for them, “Stand by Heeseung.”
Heeseung watched his six brothers stand closer to him, seeing the looks on their faces as God spoke to them one one-on-one in their minds, telling them exactly what they needed to do.
Niki and Jungwon held his legs down, while Sunghoon and Sunoo stretched his arms out and held a death grip on them.
Heeseung’s body shook, pure fear covering his face when he felt Jay’s and Jake’s hands touch his wings, “No,” Heeseung whispered, fighting as much as he could to pull his wings back, “Not my wings.”
Jay gritted his teeth as he forced Heeseung’s left wing out, stretching it out to its full span. Jake did the same, biting down hard on his lip and breaking the skin.
“This is your punishment, Lee Heeseung,” God said with a stern voice, “You lose your place here. And I’m taking back your wings I granted you.”
Heeseung pushed and pulled at his brothers, doing anything he could to get them off him but their grips held hard.
“Heeseung, please,” Sunghoon begged as he gripped his wrist harder, “Stop.”
“Hyung please,” Sunoo begged.
But Heeseung kept fighting to break free.
“ENOUGH!”
Everyone stood still as the room shook with God’s shout. Sweat rolled down Heessung’s face, his eyes piercing through everyone surrounding him.
“Take his wings. Now.”
Heeseung smirked, “To hell with all this,” he whispered.
Jay and Jake looked at each other, their tears swelling up in their eyes as God whispered in their minds to take Heeseung’s wings. To rip them from his body.
They pulled and Heeseung shouted. His voice echoed off the walls as Jay and Jake pulled with their full strength. Sunghoon and Sunoo kept their grips on his wrists tight and same with Jungwon and Niki at his legs, holding on for dear life.
It was killing Jay to have to do this, to watch his own hands pull his older brother's wing right out of his body. He could only imagine the pain Heeseung was feeling. And Jake? He was in tears. He could feel inch by inch of Heeseung’s right wing stripping from his back. He could already see the blood spilling onto his white robes and onto the floor. Seeing Heeseung fling his head back and forth in a rage as his voice bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the whole chapel. The pained faces his other six brothers had at having to witness this.
Jake wished he could turn back time, wished he could have stopped Heeseung from sneaking out. Stopped the angel who caught Heeseung dropping down to the mortal lands and kept him from getting nosey and running his mouth to God. But it was all too late. Heeseung would get his wings stripped from him and pushed down to the Earth to fall. All Jake could do now was pray he survived long enough to make it to you.
Heeseung clenched his jaw as the last bit of his wings was stripped from his body, his back spilling blood and muscles aching from the loss of where his wings once were. His beautiful white feathered wings lost all their life and slumped in Jay’s and Jake’s hands, blood dripping down them.
His brothers stepped away from him, watching as Heeseung fell to the floor, too dizzy from the blood loss.
“You will now fall,” God sighed, “You will be stripped of your immortality and fall to Earth. You will crawl to your lover and show her where her sins got you.”
Heeseung weakly smirked, eyes closing, “Gladly.”
Heeseung didn’t know who picked him up by his arms and dragged him out of the chapel, he just knew it wasn’t any of his brothers. The grip the other two angles had on him was proof enough that it wasn’t any of the ones he loved.
The six of them stood in the chapel still, eyes locked on Heeseung's wingless back, watching the blood pool from the wounds and stain his white robes and the marble floor.
They watched helplessly as Heeseung was pushed off the edge.
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You heard a faint knocking on your door. At first, you thought you might have gone crazy and heard things. But once the knocking kept happening and then you heard something fall, you quickly rushed to the door, opening it to find Heeseung still in his white-stained robes. His back was pressed against the railing and his skin was pale.
“Heeseung, oh my god!” you dropped down to his side, cupping your hands to his face, “What happened?!”
Heeseung was barely able to hold his eyes open, “My wings…they stripped my wings from me.”
You bit at the skin on your cheek, quickly standing back to your feet and pulling him up with all the strength you had, pulling his arm over your shoulders and gripping your arm around his waist, pulling him inside your apartment.
Heeseung barely made it a couple of steps in before falling to his knees, you losing your grip on him and your eyes finally landing on the holes in his robes and the blood that still continued to push out.
“Heeseung,” you fell back to his side, “You need to get to a hospital.”
“And tell them what?” he breathed out, fingers gripping the carpet as he pants, “That I am a fallen angel who got their wings forcefully torn from his body?”
Heeseung wasn’t trying to be snappy or rude, truly. The pain was just so immense he couldn’t control anything.
You sat back on your heels, watching the love of your life suffer. This was your fault. It was all your fault. You’re the one who asked him to come home with you that fateful day. You’re the one who kissed him. Who tempted him. You pulled him in and touched him. You did this to him.
Heeseung could practically hear your brain turning over and over. He pushed himself to his side, reaching his hand up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, “This is not your fault, you hear me? Not even close.”
The tears swelled in your eyes now, falling into his touch as he cupped his hand to your cheek, “Heeseung…”
“Baby,” he whispered, “I need you to do as I say, okay? My immortality hasn’t been taken from me yet, I will heal a bit fast but I need my wounds covered and taken care of, can you do that for me?”
You nodded, placing a kiss on his palm. Heeseung told you exactly what you needed to do. Starting with tearing his robes off his body and ripping it into a big enough strand to be wrapped around him. Then using any medical alcohol you had in the apartment and pour it onto his wounds and hold a towel to them. It killed you having to press the towels to his wounds, feeling the massive hole where his beautiful wings once were…the pain Heeseung must be feeling…
But you took care of him. Doctoring his wounds to the best of your ability and doing as he instructed you. You wrapped the pieces of what was left of his robe around his chest and back, tying it as tightly as you could.
You helped him to your bed, steadying him up as he sat down. Heeseung wasn’t as pale as earlier, but you could still see the pained expression.
“Hey,” He whispered, cupping your face, “Stop thinking whatever it is.”
You looked away from him, “I caused this. I tempted you.”
Heeseung shook his head, “Baby, look at me,” you looked up at him, “I did this of my own free will,” he slid his hands from your face and down to your waist, “I knew the consequences, and did it anyway,” he squeezed your waist, “I love you. I gave up heaven for you.”
You wanted to fight him, to yell in his face about giving up eternity for you. But you also couldn’t help but feel so loved at this moment. That this angel found love with you and was willing to give up everything for you.
Heeseung kissed you, pulling you between his legs, and deepening the kiss.
“Heeseung,” you said, pulling away from him, “You’re injured, you need to rest.”
“No,” he shook his head, pulling you down into the bed and towering over you, “I’ve waited,” he said, his eyes growing lustful and his fingers tearing into your shirt and ripping it in half, pulling it off your body, “so damn long,” sliding his hands down to your shorts, looping his fingers in and pulling them down, taking your panties down with, “to have you like this.”
Heeseung kicked your legs apart with his knees, leaning up straight to unbutton and unzip his black slacks, wiggling them off his body, leaving him in his boxers. You pulled yourself up on your elbows, opening your mouth to protest that this could wait. But Heeseung wasn’t having any of it. He connected his lips back to yours, his hands cupping your breasts and loving the way you moaned into his mouth.
“Oh hell baby,” he said between kisses, “I love how these feel between my fingers.”
You kept your lips attached to his as if your life depended on it, bucking your hips up onto his.
Heeseung trailed his lips down to your neck, squeezing your breasts then sliding them behind to unhook your bra, sending the fabric off somewhere in the apartment.
Heeseung lifted himself back up, tearing down at your bare body. So perfect. So beautiful. So his.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, connecting his forehead to yours, tracing his fingertips down your body and stopping at your cunt, slowly pushing his fingers in, “So wet,” he groaned, rubbing his hard cock against your thigh, “Hmm I can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”
You giggled at him, “Angels don’t say such dirty things,” you teased.
“Yeah?” he smirked, plunging his fingers in and out faster, “Angels don’t finger this good, do they?”
You squirm underneath him, rolling your hips in sync with his fingers. Pushing your head back into your pillows and aches your back.
You gasped out at the loss of his fingers, watching as he pulled the remainder of his clothing off him. His hard cock was red and angry. Precum dripping from his tip.
Heeseung gripped both your thighs, pushing them to your chest, “Angels don’t do what I am fixing to do to you,” he smirked, lining his cock up to your entrance. With a deep breath, he pushed himself inside you. Heeseung’s moans fill the apartment along with your own.
His grip on your thighs tightened, his nails digging into the skin. He pulled his hips back and pushed forward. Picking up his pace and pounding into you like a madman. His pupils were blown out and his breaths were unsteady. This. This was what he gave up heaven for. To feel your cunt wrapped around his cock. This was the real heaven.
“See, darling,” he groans, throwing his head back, “Angels don’t fuc-fuck this good,” he looked back down at you, loving your fucked out expression and how your hands gripped your bedsheets. Mouth slack as sweet moans spill from your lips. It turned you on so bad hearing Heeseung talk this way. To feel him so balls deep in your pussy, “Thank god I am not an angel, huh?”
Heeseung was the definition of looks like an angel but fucks like a demon. With the way he pistoned into you, the grip on your thighs, the dirty words leaving his mouth that you’ve never heard him say before tonight…Heeseung was never meant to stay an angel.
You continued to moan out with each of his hard thrusts, your core growing tight and threatening to snap at any moment, “Fuck you feel so good,” he breathes, “Moan my name baby,” he snaked his fingers to your clit, rubbing it aggressively, “Cum around my cock, I know you want to.”
You bit your lip, arching your back more at his touch, jaw going slack as you chanted his name. Chanting his name as if he were god and you were his follower. Your core snapping, your orgasm releasing around him and onto your bedsheets, “Fuck yes, baby,” he smiles, pumping himself even faster inside you, “Can’t believe I’ve waited this long to fuck you. Should have done it the night we met. Should have fucked this cunt, should have ruined you. Claimed you as mine from the beginning. Oh fuck—“
Heeseung’s body shuddered, cock twitching, “I’m fixing to cum baby,” he bit his lip, looking down and watching how his cock slides in and out, in and out, “Oh dear god, I’m cumming. Oh fuck I’m cumming.”
He kept his eyes locked on your pussy as he came, watching how his seed leaked from your hole as he continued to pump inside of you, milking his cock between your walls.
Heeseung fell on top of your body, his head resting on your chest as he steadied himself and caught his breath, wrapping his arms underneath you.
Heeseung spent his whole life being good and doing good. Never once being selfish or doing any selfish acts. Until you. You pulled this high-ranking angel down to his knees. Making him for once, want to be selfish. To do something for himself. To live freely and be free. To love and fuck you with every ounce of his being.
He was so in love with you and you were so worth getting his wings taken away from him. It's so worth his immortality being stripped.
Heeseung looked up at you, “Want to know a secret?” You tilted your head at him, waiting for him to continue, “I knew it would happen eventually. I wasn’t truly happy up there. My brothers and God knew it too. It was a matter of time before I fucked up and got caught,” he leaned himself up on his elbows, “I wanted it to happen. Because I wanted to be with you so bad. I knew they’d strip my wings. Take my immortality. Yeah, I enjoyed my wings and being immortal, but I wanted you so much more than that.”
You cupped his face, “My fallen angel,”
He placed a kiss on your lips, “I love you, YN.” Heeseung wrapped your legs around his waist, slowly moving again, “And I so love fucking this pussy.”
You giggled, bracing your hands onto his biceps, “I love you too, even if you gave everything up for me.”
Heeseung rested his forehead on yours, slowly fucking into you, “And I’d do it over and over again, all for you.”
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DENKI BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS
summary: here’s some denki headcanons if he was your boyfie bcs i rlly love this boy sm and he don’t get enough love for my liking :[
warnings: college!au, suggestive, crack, feminine terms for reader used, black!reader ofc and always
✧ you’ve earned yourself a himbo gamer bf congrats
✧ denki is so loud about how much he loves you and he makes it very known that you’re his
✧ while it annoys people like bakugou when he constantly goes on tangents about you, it’s honestly such a green flag
✧ by nature, denki’s a very flirty person so you assumed you’d have to work that out with him a lot
✧ not only that but as denki got older, ladies (and boys) definitely started flirting with him first
✧ it definitely irked you when yall were js talking/in a “situationship”
✧ sometimes you genuinely wanted to rip the hair out of not only your scalp and his
✧ it was only because you wanted him so bad
✧ surprisingly tho, if you bring it up to him he stops immediately
✧ and when you do start dating he pretty much tunes out anyone who even tries to make a move on him
✧ he definitely owns one of those “i love my girlfriend” shirts and will genuinely style it
✧ overall, denki’s one of the most reassuring partners you could ask for after y’all make it official
“i promise i’m literally obsessed with you.”
“you’re the only one i see, princess”
✧ if yall see the way he talks in the show, he definitely is in tune with his feminine side
✧ and in the best way possible, the only reason he might have a lot of friends who are girls is because girls feel so comfortable around him
✧ and i’m a huge believer in the ‘denki with an older sister’ headcanon so that’s definitely where he gets it from
✧ he always helps you with outfits and he even knows how to do makeup to an extent
✧ the first time you were running late but still had to do your makeup so he just came over and did a perfect winged eyeliner, you were just like ‘…..someone cooked here.’
“kaminari….what the fuck.”
“what?”
✧ he always calls you “girl” when you say something weird or dumb and it really just slips off his tongue
✧ denki also loves gossiping. he’s so messy
✧ if he peeps something, you’re the first person he texts and y’all definitely make fun of people together
✧ when he’s gaming you’d think he’s one of those dudes who just completely ignores their girl
✧ which sometimes is a habit when you’re on the phone
✧ but usually, he’s able to have a full conversation with you and play the game with bakusquad on a seperate instagram or discord call (yes, he has this talent because of his adhd)
✧ besides he makes up for it when you get to take facetime photos of him with his camera set up, his bedroom lights off, the lights from his computer monitor/tv and his led lights highlighting his features so beautifully
✧ if you ever need his attention, he’ll get off in an instant with the excuse ‘i wanna go hang out with my girl’
✧ and he also loves gaming with you. it’s 50/50 though, sometimes he’ll let you win and sometimes he’ll absolutely obliterate you then laugh in your face
✧ it’s ok though because you get kisses after :)
✧ in person, kaminari’s always is touching you in some type of way
✧ whether it’s you sitting between his legs on the floor, his hand on your thigh while you sit next to him, occasionally hugging your waist if you stand up next to him
✧ his favorite though is definitely having you sit in his lap
✧ he’ll play with the hem of your pants or your shirt, wrap his arms around your waist while holding the controller, or let you bury your face in his neck and fall asleep
✧ speaking of, he loves when you fall asleep on him
✧ even around other people, he always likes pulling you on his lap or having your head rested on his shoulder
✧ both of y’all’s friends definitely take pictures whenever this happens but he honestly loves it and doesn’t care when bakusquad sends it into their groupchat
✧ he’s just like yeah, that’s my cute lil girlfriend what abt it?
✧ he really does think you’re so adorable and he loves babying you
✧ yk how the one episode where he said nejire was cute because she was kinda stupid (😭) ? yeah, he loves when you have little dumb moments because he likes to make fun of you and tell you how adorable you are
“awww, you’re so adorable baby!”
“IT’S NOT FUNNY!”
✧ besides, it does make him feel better for him to not always feel like the “dumb” one in the relationship, it makes yall more balanced out even if you are smarter than him
✧ he also really likes flustering you. he’ll grab your belt loop, let his hands go a bit too low when you hug him, randomly pull you onto his lap, give you kisses all over your face, and purposefully stare into your eyes while you talk
✧ though, he does equally enjoy being babied. he loves when you play with his hair, laying his head in your lap, and being little spoon when y’all cuddle
✧ which is often the case unless you’re laying your head on his chest, his only other favorite cuddling position other than you being big spoon
✧ he loves playing guitar for you and if you can sing, he’ll play a song to have you sing the lyrics along with him
✧ denki is just a music lover in general, it’s often what’s in the background if y’all are making out or just chilling together
✧ if you like dying your hair, he will practically beg to help you do it because he thinks it’s a great bonding experience
✧ he’ll even dye a strip of his hair to match yours
✧ based on the ova where the big three were playing as villains and class 1-a were the heroes, i like to think denki was one of the first out of his friends to learn how to drive
✧ so he definitely was eager to make you his passenger princess. he loves taking you out to eat, driving you home, picking you up from places, and taking you shopping
✧ even if he barely has the money, he’ll spoil the hell out of you and (sometimes you gotta remind him to be responsible with his money 😭)
✧ his lock screen is definitely a picture of you in his passenger seat or you holding his hand while he’s driving
✧ he loves showing you off and he puts all your instagram posts on his story within seconds, and he will spam your comments
✧ he’ll also convince you to do tiktoks with him
✧ his favorite dates are at arcades, he just loves having fun with you and watching you get competitive with all the games
✧ he also loves when there’s a photobooth and will practically drag you to take cute pictures with him, which he’ll later put in his room on full display
✧ in general he takes tons of pictures of you and you take up a lot of his storage, his phone is really on its last leg.
✧ this also means he as the worst bangers of you imaginable. his birthday story posts are lethal.
✧ overall dating him is like having a built in best friend, except yall kiss a lot
✧ 10/10 boyfie
@ rumisgf
#denki headcanons#denki kaminari x reader#denki kaminari#kaminari headcanons#mha#denki x black reader#my hero academia#mha spoilers#mha season 7#bnha 421#denks !!
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Hello I had this dream last night and I need to share it with you!!!
We know the whole crew is invited to the Cannibal Cookout for the weekend.
So I imagine Al is gonna let cameras take pictures of him and Lucifer, that way the headline of his relationship with the king of hell will reach the seven pentagram faster(it was showed that he can take pictures when he wants to, since vox kept one). But that also mean he is gonna be exposed for the first time in probably forever. Like he is known for his terrifying radio podcast, which means that not many ppl know about his true form, especially new born sinners. So I can only imagine the surprise of those people to see the radio demon , the scariest overlord of them all, being a cute deer with a a fluffy tail and all the package that comes with it. Also Alastor mentioned to Lucy to ‘Wear your Sunday best.”, which might imply that he is gonna wear something nice as well…
It would be hilarious if Half of hell will start simping for Alastor and downright ignoring Lucifer.
I can imagine the internet exploding with Alastor pictures and people going like 'aww his ears are moving’ or something, sinners go as far as make fan club about him, meanwhile a certain picture box is having a mental breakdown…
~Valentino: “u know u can just say it that u want him”
~Vox: “Alright alright fuck yea I do and so Does half of hell. God damn it”
Meanwhile Angel reading through the chaos Alastor just unleashed
“oh he is so stealing my job already”
Lmao
OFC In all of this Al is completely oblivious about the situation he caused, so the crew tries to keep him out the flow, to not freak him out, which it’s not hard at all, since the dude doesn’t have a phone, but he does get a bit suspicious when Lucifer makes him wear something to cover his upper body, almost as far as making him wear an hat and glasses lol(I don’t see Lucifer as being who enjoys losing himself on new trends and gossip on the internet, so Angel probably showed him a innocent picture of them, but Lucy made the bad choice to go read through the comments. Nonetheless to say he was scarred for life, and decided to take it upon himself to protect Alastor’s privacy)
Also Alastor can probably sense when someone takes pictures of him, twitching his eyes and tail but otherwise leaves it be for the sake of maintaining the charade.
This was it ehehe, I kinda felt bad I woke up from that dream, I honestly wanted to know how it ended.
Either way I can’t wait to see how u are planning to go with it. Cause I just know u are gonna make me love every second of it😆👌
thank you for listening
Ps I wrote this at 5 in the morning a week ago, and I am not sure if I already sent it to u or my mind is playing tricks to me…so I am sorry if u already got the message.
Heheheheh I love this! You have the BEST dreams. I'm so in love with most of Hell not knowing Alastor, or not really remembering what he looked like, since he's been gone (and Hell is expanding by the thousands every day, so of course there would be people who don't know him).
And so they see him for the first time and it's such a stark difference to what they were expecting XD He's developing a fan-base and Lucifer has to scare them all of (otherwise Alastor WILL murder. He will).
And no worries! I did get the ask from earlier! Sometimes, if it takes me a long time to get to an ask, that's because I want to draw some doodles for it like the pics above ^.^
#heheheheh i love this so much#seriously#Lucifer is protecting Hell just as much as he's protecting Alastor#and I do love Lucifer just climbing all over Alastor all the time#this is fun#I love doodling for asks like this#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#the radio demon#lucifer morningstar#appleradio#lucifer magne#lucifer hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer#radioapple#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor fanart#hazbin hotel fanart#alastor the radio demon#radio demon#fan art#my art#twosouls77#asks#Vox surprise
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There’s A Frog In My Hand
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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader
Summary:after scrolling on TikTok, Enid decides to try the trend on Ajax and tells Y/N to do it on Xavier so Enid can compare their reactions.
Warnings: Boyfriend!Xavier because he’s just the cutest, very fluffy, implied Ajax x Enid
Y/N was walking to the quad when she heard someone yell her name. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, I gotta show you something!” Y/N turned around and saw that it was her best friend, Enid. Enid tan as fast as she could and almost bumped into Y/N. “Sorry. I was on TikTok and I was looking at couple trends so I can do some with Ajax, and look at what I came across.” Enid told Y/N. They both sat down at a table in the quad before Enid played the video.
In the video, there was a couple on the bed, the first girl said to her girlfriend that there was an invisible flea in her hand and that it was going to do 3 backflips. After doing the backflips, the first girl asked her girlfriend to hold his little hat as he does more backflips. Then the first girl asked her girlfriend if she really believe that there is a flea in her hands. The girlfriend says no and the first girl asks “then why are you holding his little hat?” And the girlfriend answers “because you asked me to!”
“It’s literally so fucking cute!! You should try that with Xavier.” Enid tells Y/N. “Do you really think Xavier will go along with there being an invisible flea in my hand?” Y/N asks. “Well it doesn’t have to me a flea, I’ve seen people say there was a frog in their hand, a cricket, it could be anything really. I’m gonna try it with Ajax and see his reaction. I’m gonna say flea because I’m a werewolf so that’s easy.” Enid commented as she puts her phone away.
“Then I guess I’ll choose that there’s a frog. I’m naming the frog though.” Y/N commented. “Only you would name an imaginary frog. I wonder how different Ajax and Xavier would react to having an invisible animal in our hands.”Enid said. “I honestly think Ajax would just be asking a lot of questions.” Y/N said, the girls started laughing and that’s when Y/N felt someone cover her eyes.
“Guess who.” The voice said. “Could it be Nevermore’s resident tortured artist?” Y/N guessed and Xavier uncovered her eyes and gave her a forehead kiss. “I expected you so say your super hot boyfriend but that works too.” Xavier said as he sat down beside Y/N. “What were you girls talking about?”
“About nothing, cariño. My parents wanted me to invite you to dinner Saturday night, by the way. My mom is making tallarines saltado, It’s gonna be really good.” Y/N mentioned. “That’s spaghetti, right?” Xavier asked, making sure he got his Spanish right. “Yeah, It’s spaghetti. So is that a yes?” Y/N asked hopefully. “Yeah for sure. I gotta go find Ajax, see you later, angel.” Xavier said, kissing her forehead. When Xavier was far from the table, Enid started talking again.
“So I was thinking you record the video on your phone, and then you can send it to me so I can post it on my gossip site. I will also post my video with Ajax and we’ll have a poll of who’s the better boyfriend. Do you accept the challenge, L/N?” Enid said, holding out her hand to Y/N. “Challenge accepted, Sinclair.”
After classes were over, Y/N went to Xavier’s dorm. “Mi amor, It’s me, Can i come in?” Y/N asked. Xavier opened the door so she could come in. They greeted each other with a kiss and Y/N walked in and sat on Xavier’s bed. “To what do I owe the pleasure, milady?” Xavier said in a bad British accent as he bowed down. Y/N laughed and hit him lightly on the arm. “No seas payaso (don’t be silly), Enid showed me this couples video today, do you want to try it with me?” Y/N asked Xavier.
“Sure babe, let me take a shower then we can do it, okay.” Xavier said and kissed her forehead before he went to the bathroom so he can shower. Like 15 minutes later he’s out and dressed. “Okay I’m ready.” Xavier said. “Great, I’m gonna record it if that’s okay to prove to Enid I did it” Y/N said and Xavier nodded his head. Y/N propped her phone on his dresser, leaning against his cologne bottle and Y/N pressed record.
“Okay, Xavi, so there’s a frog in my hands, okay? His name is Rogelio.” Y/N said. “Why is his name Rogelio?” Xavier asked. “I was watching Shrek 2 in Spanish, okay. Anyway, Rogelio is going to do 3 backflips.” Y/N said, keeping her eyes on Xavier. Xavier nodded. “Okay Rogelio, do your thing, buddy.” “1, 2, 3” as Y/N counted Rogelio’s backflips, she also moved her head as if following his backflips, Xavier did the same.
“Can you hold his jacket for him?” Y/N asked, showing Xavier her cupped hand. “Yeah sure, Rogelio must be feeling hot after doing 3 backflips in a row.” Xavier commented, he went to your hands and moved his hands as if taking the jacket off of the frog. “He’s gonna do 3 backflips again. 1, 2, 3.” Y/N said. “He did a double backflip at the end! Rogelio, you are a very talented frog, you must be exhausted.” Xavier commented, Y/N wanted to laugh so bad, Xavier is just the cutest. “Does Rogelio want his jacket back? It’s a very nice jacket, actually.”
“Okay, Xavi, here’s a question for you. Do you really believe there’s a frog in my hands?” Y/N asked him. “Well you told me there’s a frog in your hands and I’m holding his jacket. He’s probably an invisible frog.” Xavier said, Y/N giggled. “Querido, how would I get an invisible frog?” Y/N asked him. “I Can anímate anything I draw and you’re asking me if it’s possible to have an invisible frog?” Xavier countered.
“We’re getting off the subject. Do you really think there is a frog in my hands.” Y/N asked. “Probably not.” Xavier said, finally. “Then why are you holding Rogelio’s jacket?” Y/N asked. “Because you asked me to, love.” Xavier said laughing, Y/N laughed too and hugged Xavier, hiding her face in his chest and Xavier kissed the top of her head. When they were done, Y/N stopped the video.
“Did I do the video right?” Xavier asked Y/N. “Yes, you did it perfectly, mi vida.” Y/N said. Y/N grabbed her phone and sent the video to Enid. A free minutes later, Enid replied to her
Enid: AWW 🥰😍🥰😍 HE IS THE SWEETEST!
The next day, when Y/N was walking to the quad, everyone stared at her, mostly the girls and all she heard was “you’re so lucky!” “He’s so sweet!” “Your boyfriend is adorable.” And so on. When Y/N at a table, Xavier approached her. “Hey, love, did you see Enid’s gossip site?” Xavier asked. “No, not really. I knew she was gonna post it but I didn’t know when, why?” Y/N asked.
“Everyone is commenting that we’re the best couple. That and that I’m totally whipped for you. I mean I am, but still.” Xavier said, putting his arm around your shoulders. “At least now everyone knows we’re dating, that should keep your jealous fits in check.” Y/N commented and Xavier just laughed. “Ha ha, very funny. Come one, let’s go to class.” Xavier said as he grabbed Y/N’s backpack to carry it for her and held her hand while they walk to class. Maybe Xavier is whipped for Y/N but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Should this be my brand? Just writing Hispanic Reader fanfics? Let me know!
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Hii, so I have this idea where the reader and pablo are secretly dating and she is perdis sister so one day she invites her Friends to a pool hang out and the reader was whearing a red little bikini not knowing that Pedri was also inviting his friends over. So when pedris friends see you they start making comments about how good the reader looks in the bikini and other stuff like that , and then Pablo started to get jalouse listening to his friends talk about his girl right in front of him.you can write the rest and in don’t mind if you change anything
Thank you❤️❤️
Best Friend's Little Sister Pt. 3
Pablo's POV
Another week have passed and we still haven't told Pedri that we are together. Whenever I think it's the right moment, something just comes up like trainings, a bad game or event. And I think I'm using all of that as an excuse cause I'm terrified of his reaction.
pedri: pool party at my house tonight. you coming?
I re-read that message over and over again knowing that she will be there..in a swimsuit nevertheless. And I am just supposed not to look at my own girlfriend? Ugh this will be torture!
pablo: yea sure. see ya
A few minutes before leaving the house, I checked Instagram seeing that she posted a new story. I opened it immediately feeling my swim trunks tighten at the sight of her...damn that bikini looked so perfect on her body.
y.n.bebe
ready for the pool party!
Yeah, she was ready alright..but not for the pool party but for mission 'torture your boyfriend when you know he can't react' little minx!
I sighed knowing that I had to take care of my newly acquired problem before leaving so I texted that i will be a few minutes late. Damn in bombon!
Your POV
You've noticed people starting to show up, both your and Pedri's friends but there was no sign of Pablo. Was he going to bail last minute?
"Hey, is Pablo coming?" you ask Pedri who accepted that the tow of you because closer friends since you called the truce not knowing you did a lot more than that ;)
"Yeah, said he is going to be late a few minutes" Pedri answered joining Raphina in the pool and you smirked taking your phone and going into your room to text your man.
amorcito: I'm waiting for you papito..where you at ;)
pablitoo: it's your fault i'm late amor! that bikini!!
amorcito: just for you papi ;)) hurry up!
You smirked proud of yourself before joining the others at the party and soon afterwards Pablo joined as well wearing sunglasses which made him look ahh that much more hot! This won't be easy!
The boys were sitting on their own by the bar while the girls spent their time at the pool chatting about newest gossip that didn't intrigue you much. All you could think about is Pablo shirtless at that bar and then an idea popped into your mind.
This was your party and as every good host, you should ask them if they wanted any drinks. Like his personal little bartender ;)
"Can I get you anything to drink chicos?" you walked to them when Pedri left inside for a moment standing right besides Pablo and placing your hand on his shoulder. He tensed up and you smirked looking around and taking what everyone was saying.
Some wanted another beer, others cocktails but Pablo was staying quiet with his jaw clenched probably too focused on your hand on his body. You were playing with fire but it was so fun!
"And what would you like? Hm?" you turned towards him slowly stroking his shoulder and he gave you a warning look saying another beer would be fine as you gave him a teasing smile.
"Coming right up!" you walked away swaying your hips on purpose just to torture him and it was certainly working.
Pablo's POV
My dick was painfully hard and it didn't help that she was purposefully messing with me with that 'drink order' she pulled a few minutes ago.
"Mierda! She is hot as fuck!" Ansu was first to say it and suddenly all the guys started to talk about her body, her hair, her smile, the things they would do..it made me go crazy!
"I would let her bring me drinks every day.." Ferran added and Pablo wished he can tell him to shut the fuck up right now. He was taken for god's sake!
"Hmm I would let her do more than that.." Balde smirked and everyone but me laughed which made them a bit confused.
You're talking about my girl, cabróns! is what was running through my mind but I could exactly say that, could I?
"You're talking about Pedri's little sister..." was what I said instead and they rolled their eyes saying that rule he made was stupid and wouldn't last. Little did they know that I already broke it..
"Here are your drinks chicos!" she came back and they were all eyeing her up and down obviously imagining what was hiding underneath that little bikini but I cut their show short grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside quickly.
"Ow! That hurts!" she said and my hold relaxed while we went into her room locking the door behind us. I need to control my anger now but it was so damn hard!
"What the hell do you think you are doing!?" I yelled and she raised her eyebrows at my little outburst. Ugh! She was driving me mad!
"I wanted to talk to you!" she spat back angrily while I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. This hiding and sneaking around was driving em insane and I was so sick of it!
"Baby what's wrong with you??" she walked to me placing her hand on my cheek and other one on my abs..I sighed in annoyance.
"They were talking about you amor in front of me..about things they wanted to do to you..to my girl! All because you are wearing that and acting all.." but I stopped myself when I saw that she was starting to get mad as well.
Your POV
I couldn't believe he was acting mad when all I wanted was HIS damn attention! I don't care what other players say or think! I wanted to be with him today because he is the only one I want!
"Acting like what!? I wore this for you cabrón! I wanted only your attention when I asked for drinks! Gosh! I even stood and touched your shoulder!" I was frustrated and he was quiet clenching his jawline repeatedly. This boy was driving me mad!
"But I can't enjoy you properly! Not when we are here and your brother is right outside! I have to sit and listen to everything my friend's want to do to you! I can't even kiss you!" Pablo yelled and you felt your eyes watering knowing that this secret was destroying all beautiful you had.
"Pablo.." you said but he just sighed saying he should go home not really in the mood for the party anymore. You rushed to stand in front of the door to block his exit.
"Please, Pablito don't go..I'm yours.." you snaked your arms around his shoulders playing with small hairs while he closed his eyes enjoying the sensation for a few moment..this was all her wanted since he came to the party..just to be with you!
"But I can't claim you out there..I can't shut them up my grabbing your ass and kissing those sweet lips of yours..I can't do that!" Pablo was mad and you were turned on blushing at his words while looking at his lips.
"But you can do that here papi.." you whisper and he clenched his jaw kissing your lips passionately while spanking your ass squeezing it roughly making you moan into his mouth.
After fifteen minutes of making out on your bed, you were on top of him pulling back and sitting up on his lap while he looked at you with a smirk on his face.
"Mm forget about their stupid comments, because you are the only one I would let do all those things to me..only you" you kissed his jaw to his lips before getting off and fixing your hair up.
Pablo's ego was certainly stroked and he got up as well going behind you and kissing your shoulder before fixing his own hair which you messed up badly during your make-out session.
"You ready to go back amor??" you asked and he pulled you closer again kissing your lips before nodding his head feeling much better.
"You go first..and um I'll wait for you in the pool to join me" you smirked and he did as well pecking your lips one more time before walking out and making sure nobody noticed he just walked out of your room.
Pablo's POV
I was in the good mood again knowing that all they can do is wish for what I have..she was mine!
"There you are hermano, everything good?" Pedri brought me back from my thoughts and I nodded knowing that I had to tell him soon, it was getting stupid to hide it any longer especially when I plan to have her be mine forever.
"Let's grab a beer" I suggested and he hugged my shoulder's walking towards the bar again. Pedri was a good friend, he will understand..right??
We both joined the rest of the guys who wouldn't dare talk those things in front of Pedri and I noticed her walking out as well winking at me while getting into the pool.
"It's hot. I'll go freshen up" I said after a few minutes leaving the boys who were busy talking about next games anyways getting into the pool meeting her gaze.
We were talking to each other and to anyone at distance we looked friendly, but the moment nobody else payed attention we went underneath water kissing passionately.
"We're crazy.." I said when we got up for air and she giggled with her red cheeks and sparkling eyes.
"Crazy in love.." she whispered to me before we both smiled at each other not caring how corny we became..from worst enemies..to biggest love story.
"I'm going to tell him.." I said and she looked at me with raised eyebrows not expecting those words to come out of my mouth so suddenly. But I was determined..I loved this girl..I will fight for her..and I will be honest with my best friend about it.
"Are you sure now is the right moment Pablito?" she asked me but I knew that never will be the right moment. We both left the pool and I sighed walking towards Pedri who was standing by the bar still with a beer in his hand. Here come nothing..
"Hermano..." I said and he turned and so did all the other guys who were standing there.
Oooo what will Pedri say??? Comment!
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Got A Secret, Part 1
Summary: When Dayton White makes a bad call with his latest girlfriend, and she tries to destroy his career, it is up to you his makeup artist to help fix it. You were older, and more mature. Had already been spotted with Dayton happily smiling, and the fans loved you. Now you’re in front of the cameras left wondering when does the acting stop...
Pairings: Dayton White X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, lies, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.3K
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“He’s in the chair,” Dayton’s assistant peeks his head into your room with a big smile. Ray was ever punctual for Dayton’s erratic behavior. “He’s ready and waiting on you,” you stand quickly, grabbing your kit as you follow Ray down the corridor to Dayton’s dressing room.
“You know why he likes you?”
“Because I allow him to call me sweetheart without making a peep?”
Ray raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement with you, “Because you’re punctual. You’re always ready and waiting for him when he comes to call. You keep your mouth shut. I know that you’ve undoubtedly seen and heard some stuff. He’s not a bad guy.”
“No, he’s definitely got potential. His fame, notoriety, and good looks have afforded him a certain way of life, however. And you and everyone else enables his childlike tendencies. A man that has never grown up, but then portrays himself to be the picture perfect example of marriage material.”
“Oh? And why would you say that?” Rays asks. His hand on the door, ready to open it so you can deal with Dayton.
“The man’s a slut,” you shrug. “I mean come on, every girl he comes across, they know about him. They don’t care. They want that moment to think that their pussy could actually change him. They sign that NDA quickly, he gets his dick wet, and he moves on. It’s simple math really.”
“He also likes you’re one of the few people that’ll tell him no.”
“I don’t get paid to coddle a grown man. I get paid to make sure his age isn’t showing and people don’t question why someone with a perfectly curated image such as himself can’t keep a woman. Make him look younger so playing the fields doesn’t look so bad. I thought you knew that,” you give him a chuckle as you walk into the room.
Dayton usually gives everyone his perfect facade of America’s golden boy, but for some reason, he’s always been able to let his guard down with you. Forbade anyone to be in the room while you work on him. It was like he was able to be himself while you put on his mask. Hiding the real him from the world.
Typically the man’s phone was far enough away, always upright so you could see his alerts, this time, it was snug in his hand. Practically angling the screen in an odd way to make you question just who had his attention. You didn’t take the bait. Dayton was not your friend. He was a client.
Dayton sighs, finally laying his phone in his lap, still screen up. He thought he was slick making his notifications private, until it was just you and him, and then you were able to see everything. You were a makeup artist, he assumed you frothed at the mouth for gossip. “What are you promoting today, Mr. White?”
“Ugh, please, you of all people don’t call me that. I’m Dayton,” he waits for your response as you add some concealer to his eye bags. You wondered if this man ever slept, or was he always just fucking and playing the game.
You still don’t respond. Preferred to keep the conversation led by him. You asked a question, he didn’t answer. “You really don’t know?”
“If I knew, would I have asked a question?” His phone lights up with a text, and against your better judgment you look down, and see her name again. Stupid girl. You casually tried to warn Dayton that she was too young and ambitious. He didn’t listen.
He looks at his phone, but doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even open it. Which leads to a few back to back texts. “Needy,” you surmise. Dayton knew he had you. You tried to act aloof, but the difference was, you actually cared. And you responded, you saw who was texting him and that was his goal. He always wanted to hear your input, whether he applied it to his life or not.
“Yeah. That’s why the um,” he clears his throat asking about the next product you were putting on his face. “Damage control.”
“I don’t even want to know.”
“She uh…she wants to go public,” don’t respond. Don’t react. For every step forward that Dayton thinks he has with you, he realizes these games don’t work. “I don’t want to.”
“Why?”
“We’re fucking. She’s not the only one. She’s too young. Too new in the industry. Too needy. Too…as you say ambitious.”
“Hmm, maybe next time you date a woman that wants to get ahead in the industry you’ll make sure she knows you’re just using her as a flesh light,” Dayton snorts, and looks back down in his lap. If you weren’t so entertaining, he would have gotten rid of you a long time ago. You were always smarting something off to him, but he needed to hear it. And he enjoyed your take on his chaotic life.
You however, didn’t speak on matters between you and him. Your mouth was always zipped tight. “She’s ruining my image.”
“Oh, the one you don’t care about? The one you’ve created for the last decade. Became what America’s women want. Be obtainable in a sense. Make them think you want a regular girl, when in reality you have a very specific type.”
“And what’s that?”
“Tall, but not too tall. Skinny. Blonde. Actress. I think that covers it,” you remove the tissue from his shirt, and spin him around to look at himself, but he stares blankly in the mirror. “Are you needing anything else, Dayton?”
He looks down at his phone and panic arises on his perfectly chiseled face, “Dammit! Ray! Get Ray!” You cock up an eyebrow looking at him, “I know it’s not your job.”
You don’t even have to get Ray; he and Dayton’s whole team start bursting into the room, “Have you checked the gossip blogs?”
“You’re starting to trend on Twitter.”
“Shit! She left a cryptic message on Instagram.”
“We need to make a statement to some outlet. Who do you want?”
“Which narrative are we trying to spin? How does this affect your upcoming projects?”
“God, you’re so stupid.”
“No!! There’s hate happening. You’ve got a less than shiny piece on the gossip sites.”
Fingers snap, screams, and overall pushing you out of the room, and Dayton gives you a final sad smile, mouthing out, “Sorry.”
You don’t want to look. It was all an image that he and the whole team faked, and it sounded like that image was being tarnished for the time being. You step back into your room. You’re paid well to sit around and wait for him to be touched up.
“Put out that picture we’ve been sitting on,” Ray tells a publicist, and Dayton stands up quickly to protest. “That’s our best option.”
“It’s a lie.”
“She’s your fucking age. You wanted to get a young pussy, and now she’s biting off your dick. Using your fame and resources to make her star rise, while yours is fading. Do I have your permission to source out the photo?” Dayton scratches the back of his neck. Trying to think if his career was even worth it.
“She’s been seen with you before. This makes it stop. The fans react well to her, and even look for her at events. Let’s send it to all our sources. Send it to a few of the gossip blogs. Nothing has to be said. Let everyone else make up their mind on what’s happening. All that tartlet has is a few coincidences. No evidence of you together,” Dayton grimaces, because that wasn’t entirely true.
“My god, you’re so stupid. I hope this was worth it. Your career or your makeup artist?”
“Send the photo,” Dayton responds wearily. He settles back into his chair with his fingers rubbing along his temples. “We’re not putting out an official statement either way. Inform the host no personal questions of any sort. I want all major outlets and fan-run sites and blogs to have that exclusive. Make this go away, and make it quick.”
“Just my usual,” you smile at the barista, already handing over your card. You look over to a nearby table, giving the two girls a smile when they gasp, and lean in to whisper to each other.
“It’s kinda weird seeing you here,” the barista tells you, and you give her an odd look. “I thought you would be back in New York.”
“Oh, Dayton doesn’t have any upcoming events. We got a break from filming,” she tilts her head to the side, but then smiles with a wink. It was odd. You’ll give her that, but the coffee here was impeccable.
Hearing a clicking sound of a camera you look back at the girls, who’s phones go in their lap quickly. Probably a selfie. Giving a nod to the barista, you grab your coffee, and start to head out, until you hear, “That is her,” and turn to another table.
Becoming paranoid as they blatantly point at you, and look down at their phones. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as more and more people look up at you. Some from phones and some from a magazines with Dayton on the cover.
Trying to hold onto your dignity you walk out quickly. Looking at your phone before calling your mom, “Honey, why didn't you tell me?” This doesn’t help calm your fear as you pick up your pace, heading to your car.
“You and Dayton. It’s actually a great match. He seems like the best guy. So kind. And he wants kids. Are you finally going to make me a grandmother?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, honey, you really don’t read the gossip do you? But…there was an exclusive source. And I’m your mother. You could have at least told me that this business partnership had turned romantic.”
“What?” You put your head down, opening up the door to your car. It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you just had to get out of here.
“You got caught. I’ll admit the timing looks a bit suspicious since that stupid girl had a few screen shots and messages, and…well, I’m sure yours and Dayton’s timeline can be discussed. Maybe he didn’t know how he felt at the time, or wasn’t aware that you were exclusive.”
“Oh my god. I can’t breathe.”
“Oh, sweetheart, were you not ready to be public?” You never look at the gossip. Never desired to because it was all fake. But it doesn’t take long to find exactly what your mother was talking about. A picture of you and Dayton, supposed to be alone for you to do his makeup.
The two of you were giggling and laughing, and he was pushing a bit of fallen hair out of your face. Had you not known what was going on, you could see how a picture of you leaning over him in the chair, right in his face, while both his hands were on you could be romantic. You don’t even remember his hand being on your hip, or this moment. Things happened so quickly for makeup. Most of the time they were enjoyable.
‘He looks happy.’
‘Actor, Dayton White finally finds the one.’
‘Hiding under his nose all along.’
‘A source tells us they are happily in love.’
“Dayton!” You scream into the phone as he picks up.
He was afraid that the blindsight of this was not ideal, but he had a reputation to protect and was filming a family movie with a wife and kids, “What the fuck is going on?”
“Damage control.”
“I’m not part of your fantasy world. Take it back!”
“Doesn’t work like that. Just…give me a few months, clean up my image, and we can go our separate ways.”
“And you can find a new fucking makeup artist! I can’t believe you! How did you get this picture? It’s…” even you couldn’t deny the chemistry between you and Dayton. It looked almost too intimate. Personable and comfortable. But there was something in the way he was looking at you. You’d seen it a hundred times in his movies though. It was just part of the ever churning cog in Dayton’s life. He was an actor.
“It’s perfect for me.”
“I didn’t ask for this!”
“You don’t have to do anything, but show up on my arm. We’ve got a pap walk scheduled for when we get back on set,” you let your head drop down onto the steering wheel. “Please, just do this for me. You know how much my career and image mean to me.”
“I have conditions then.”
“Whatever you want. Name your price.”
You scoff hearing that, “I don’t want money. I want respect. You quit sleeping around.”
“Does that mean I get to with…”
“No! Get acquainted with your hand. You stepping out on me isn’t going to help your image. Don’t sneak them in your house. Don’t like pictures on Instagram, don’t slide into someone’s DMs. If you’re playing the role of my boyfriend, then you act like. I can't believe you didn’t ask!”
“I knew you’d say no. Don’t…don’t get on social media though. Please?”
“Why?”
“Just don’t. Be you. Don’t get on. But I need you to hand your passwords over to MacRay immediately. He’s got to scrub your social media. Luckily you don’t post much. But your likes, they can be questionable at times.. Call him as soon as you hang up.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
“I know. I’m sorry, and if there was any other way, I would have done it. You’re a lifesaver, and I’ll owe you forever!”
Famous last words that you knew no matter what that Dayton wouldn’t be able to hold up that promise. You just take a deep breath and get ready to weather this shit storm that had been brewing from the stupid tarltlet. Dayton and his dick were always getting him in trouble. And up until now you had managed to come out unscathed, but now you have to be the one in front of the camera. Smiling and playing make believe. All to protect him.
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The more I interact with people the more I realize that extroversion is completely unnecessary and unnatural.
No, you do not need social interaction constantly. No you do not need hundreds of friends. Wtf is even small talk.
Humanity flourishes with small familial/found familial groups/friendships, and everyone needs alone time. Very few jobs ACTUALLY require extroversion to thrive. No, I don't want to have a conversation wirh my cashier or barista. We are making a transaction. We don't need to interact. And as time progresses with self service eventually we won't need even that. Don't speak to me if I'm purchasing something from your company. You're not my friend; you exist simply to give me what I am spending money to have. That is your purpose. I know you think becoming my friend will endear me to you so I can save you from the hellscape of boredom your job is, but that's not my obligation. This isn't Great Expectations. Being nice to a stranger won't give you a better life. Getting off your ass and applying yourself will; stop expecting introverts who are independent to do it for you.
Office work probably needs even less interaction. There's no reason FOR office work at all. It's a fact work from home was more productive. Most jobs don't actually need in-person work and if they do they definitely don't need you to be social. If you're in healthcare you fix my ass up and that's it. We dont need to chit chat. We don't even need to go out anymore tbh; that's why have the internet, online shopping, and DoorDash and Instacart. If it is required to go out, shut the fuck up and get back home asap. If you need to be social, go home and talk on the phone or use the internet or text. Nobody wants to hear your squawking laughter at restaurants and unintelligent gabbing at parks and stores. If you can't be noisy at your apartment or house, too bad. Should've bought your own hoke in a more secluded area. Don't make it pur problem. Cell phones in public should be for texting, dipshit. That's why it was invented. If you're waiting for an important phone call, STAY YOUR ASS AT HOME. I don't care about your problems! I don't know you! I don't want to overhear your cunt ass speak!
Any job that """requires""" talking to individuals in a conversational way is bullshit and it isn't actually necessary. Extroverts FORCED it to be a requirement by their nonstop yammering and FORCING people to put up with their look at me look at me main character syndrome. NOBODY should be making friends in a workplace environment anyway. Do you want to be betrayed and manipulated? Wait you're an extrovert. You're the one throwing us under the bus.
Do you think cavemen were partying and laughing noisily as possible and bragging about how social they are? No they were being quiet so they could hunt to survive. I guarantee that extroverts were killed by bears in the past. You think peasants and servants were making asses of themselves in public and forcing everyone to pretend they weren't annoyed? Do you think slaves were walking slow on sidewalks and taking up space in aisles to chat and never getting their work done because they were playing around but get away with being lazy because they're ass kissing their bosses with their extroversion? No. But you know who was doing that shit? Their rich ass elite royals and slave owners. Servants mind their business and Eat the Rich sociopaths were gossiping. Extroverts will manipulate everyone around them by playing invented games like "how to act exactly as society demands and say all the right opinions without offering an actual opinion" to get everyone on their side then you'll see how they act off the clock and they're totally different. This is SOCIOPATHY. You're a schmoozing sociopath who fucking lies and everyone thinks you're annoying and hates your fucking GUTS but Society demands we can't tell it how it is.
TLDR; extroversion is an invented word to cover for psychopathy, manipulation, and coercive control over the masses.
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Sooooo I usually just post about my recent obsessions (that being tgcf rn), but I just had an internship and I figured since I fits my name I might as well post something about it.
I actually applied at a different company first, because everything was online and via email, so I didn't have to call anybody. And at first everything was looking great. I filled out the online formular, wrote a few emails with a lady from the human resources department, she said it's looking good and that she'll write me again when my application has been fully processed. After that I didn't hear from her for a while and then out of nowhere she's like "Sorry but we can't take anymore interns rn". So after emotionally recovering from that I replied with the typical "Sad to hear that, but thanks for your answer bla bla bla ... Also could I maybe apply for an internship at a later date?" Aaaaaannd I haven't heard from her til this day, so yeah I got the hint.
I then ended up at a smaller company, because my Mom knows a guy there (I think he is the husband of her great cousin or sth like that). I first had to suffer through some VERY awkward phone calls, but I somehow survived (I ended up giving them the wrong email, because I was so nervous, fuck you social anxiety, and even had to call them again because of it 🥲).
The internship wasn't bad, I originally wanted to do one as a graphic designer, but since the small company's marketing department consisted only of two people, who actually just were office management clerks, that specialized in marketing and knew all the Adobe programms, I had to compromise a little. Even though they were super nice and showed me all their tasks, I felt kinda useless, because I barely did anything in comparisson to them.
I had to:
- Check the new calender they designed in case they got holidays or something else wrong (they obviously didn't)
- Prepare a presentation on how to reache and then also hopefully get more trainees (they gave me way to much time for that, I'm used to pumping those out in two hours, because of school)
- Put some labels on Schnaps bottles, that they gave out to customers for their 125th anniversary
- Help packing up some other giveaways (like pens, measuring tape, t-shirts and so on)
The best thing was honestly overhearing all the gossip from the department next to us. My personal favourite was when they were talking about this one lady and one of the younger employes joked about her having an onlyfans. His older coworker obviously didn't know what that was, so he explained it to him and his reaction was just priceless. At first he was in denial, he thought he was joking, then he was in shock, because he just couldn't believe that people actually made money with this, and in the end he just stared laughing hysterically.
After the internship was over, I actually realized that they were making fun of me too and I feel kinda stupid for not realizing it earlier. Apparently it's very common here in Germany to refer to an overweight intern as a "Praktifant". A mix of the words Praktikan (=intern) and Elefant 🐘. The young guy, who made the onlyfans joke, always started playing "Colonel Hathi's March" from the Jungle Book shortly after I came in ...
I mean I'm not mad, because I geniunly like the song and it made everything less serious, so I wasn't as nervous. So, thanks I guess?
Also Bowser is into Elephants so I'll take this as a compliment. 🐘
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inky is having their chai and thinking:
i think people give dark romance SUCH a bad rep, especially these days. i dont care about dark romance having toxic couples at all (please look around here, why would i care) but it legitmately depends on how the story is marketed.
The reason why i hated the toxicity of the boring ass couple in the notebook is because its marketed as... Yknow. A wholesome love story with sap. That's why i hate Noah and what's her face. Man legit threatens suicide if she doesn't go out with him. But its marketed as this whirlwind, somewhat heavy but all together feel good love story. Cause of that, I hate The Notebook. I watched it at 13 and my god, until years later, i didnt really realise that SOMEONE THREATENING TO KILL THEMSELF IF YOU DIDNT GO OUT WITH THEM WOUDL BE TERRIFING IRL. also if that happens to you, legit just call them out on their bluff by telling them you're phoning them an ambulance, save the messages from the conversation and call emergency services. reality check to the extreme.
Anyway, i hate that book for real, but the reason i kinda love the toxic relationships in like.. .Bridgerton novels (not the rape scene between daphne and simon, that was just... deeply uncomfortable AND i still hate miscommunication as a plot device), but ITS NOT MARKETTED... AS A WHOLESOME LOVE STORY. its messy period drama with romance, its a period piece of gossip girl (the old one. not the trash fire reboot, im glad its cancelled). I love mess. I love awful people. "Their relationship is toxic" AND THATS THE POINT. One of the later books has her husband/suitor tie her up in the bathroom and leave her there. It's not marketed as these stories of love. Like Pride and Prejudice is a satire but yknow, they only get together after Elizabeth has kicked him in the knee for insulting her family and he grows. That's cute as hell man.
But so many dark romance books dont market themselves as wholesome love stories, they're nasty, and as someone who watched Anna Karenina WAY WAY WAY too young and adored everything about it to the point I READ THE BOOK... AT LIKE 12... (dont read old russian literature unless you're willing to really stick by it and also cry), I love the mess that comes from a relationship that isn't perfect and is played up to be fucking nasty.
But why do people put dark romance... and nicholas sparks puke inducing cheese romance on the same level of responsibility?
Twilight and The Notebook and Sleepless in Seattle were marketed as these true love stories, where the conflicts are mostly external... Instead of Edward being a weirdo creep asshole, Noah threatening suicide if whats-her-face didnt go on a date and manhandling her and MEG RYAN BEING A PRIVACY BREAKING WEIRDO STALKER BITCH WITH WEIRD PARASOCIAL OBSESSION WITH MISTER HANDS (i forgot their character names) and they should all get flak for marketing themselves as such. I love conflict in a romance, but sometimes that conflict is.... illegal and gross and worthy of a thousand break ups and car keying.
But dark romance makes sure to market itself as... Dark romance.
Why are stupid people on tiktok surprised that its not wholesome.
btw colleen hoover should get run over jesus christ
#anywayn my chai is finished#and im gonna go make tiramisu#i got some wips THAT SHOULD BE OUT LATER IF I DONT GET DISTRACTED#quinceyeasyspeaky
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Step by Step ค่อย ๆ รัก Ep 4
we know the drill …
- team building activities? say it ain't so
- RICH PEOPLE I swear to dogs
- OH this is how I know Ying's actress, she's Annie's mother in Mama Gogo!! the sporty outfit did it
- OH and is this Bruce??? Aoey from Lovely Writer??
- man, the gossip in this office. maybe I'm too neurodivergently inattentive to social stuff to get pulled into that sort of stuff normally but like. the most we got at the office was like "I hear the new transfer yells at clients" or "coworker X is getting married, please sign this card and if you like, we're collecting money for a gift." how do these people get ANY work done.
- oh this is NOT going well, yike
- NAN'S FACE JUST NOW she know's what's up (or suspects)
- oh wow Jeng's stare just now, I would've WITHERED if I were that kid
- okay, so he DOES have a condo as well as the house, okay. confusion from last ep somewhat lifted. rich people.
- Pat, when he said "make yourself at home" I'm pretty sure he meant "don't worry about using too much hot water," NOT "snoop around all the cabinets when you're meant to be getting cleaned up so you can go to your work thing"
- OH WOW wow he's cleaned up nicely. and WHAT A GROOM SEEING THE GROOM SHOT THAT JUST WAS, complete with the stairs, I am LOSING it.
- AND THEY MATCH oh my god I'm grinning so wide, incredible. I was not expecting this show to be cute? but it is SO CUTE.
- IT IS BRUCE I love him. Please let his character in this be well-rounded.
- uuurgh executive meddling, HATE IT. and also all of this is so tense. I'm on leave, I shouldn't be getting stressed about OTHER PEOPLE'S FICTIONAL WORK ISSUES
- first oishi and now tao kae noi, I'm getting homesick for BBS here
- how brainwashed by capitalism have I been to be like "9 to 5 doesn't seem that bad" -- WHAT THE FUCK, JENG.
- oh, okay, that's how he meant it. yeah, Pat needs to learn to stand up to P'Ying and P'Prem, but … ????
- unfortunately that's not what Pat heard, huh
- WHY ARE YOU INKING WITH A BRUSH, and one that thick at that??? I mean not to judge but-- okay no, I'm judging
- uh-oh
- Bad Buddy conditioned me to expect a Nivea Micellar Acne Free Cleanser ad here, gj on defying expectations, show
- so Put IS the ex. ok ok ok.
- oh wow oh wow oh yikes
- youtube subtitles created using mtl? urgh. mtl that was not sufficiently cleaned up?? BURN IT.
- URGH why is Ying there
- oh NO another misunderstanding (and WHY did he right to suspecting this was Pat tho)
- once again everything would be so much easier if these folks just talked to one another, but I guess the power dynamics at play here do give a real reason NOT to be frank, huh
- A CHILD. Of course it's a child.
- subtitle game deteriorating steadily, that was "DO call him 'brother' (as opposed to 'uncle')"
- oh no, poor Pat, being subjected to a double set of puppy dog eyes
- appreciation board! translation notes for stuff not in the subs over here
- YES Chot has a bf and they're cute together, THANK.
- I'm DYING oh fuck this is why personal and work phones need to separate devices
- Jeng is WAY more patient with Pat than I would've been with ANYONE in this situation. Man's got it bad.
- THAT BGM WAS IN BBS AS WELL
- oh, Ms Nadia is intrigued
- the enemy really IS seniority, yikes
- he's bad at karaoke and picks old-fashioned songs!!! I love that
- because he's WHIPPED is why (okay and also he thinks Pat genuinely has potential)
- oh RIGHT we still have the potential pregnancy plot here. right.
- oh my GOD we're talking about this now???????
- Pat, you say these things and don't think about what they sound about at all, huh
- all ominous but I bet it's just, like … Put
- annnnnnd here we are. Godddd Up looks so !!!!!!!! here
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Okay but I feel ROBBED that we didn't get to see more of Pat and Jeng at the auction. Those suits!
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Hundred One. Part 4
I am in shock, not Halle. I thought my girls were all good “I can’t even Oakley, this can’t be? Not Halle, my girls relationships are always good? This can’t be, they are fucking at your place? With Aziel there!?” I spat, Oakley laughed “no, Aziel had never been there, he’s just been crashing there when Aziel is not there, don’t worry but like yeah. They been fucking. I bet they are right now; they are always missing so” he shrugged “but I assumed they was good? She was always saying her, and Colin are good, the family love him, Colin is good with us? What the hell” I am shook “Rylee we never know behind closed doors what people are like, no relationship is perfect so don’t sweat it” nodding my head “how do I approach this? I don’t want to gossip behind her back” I don’t know what to do now “just say it to her, I mean I think Colin is a good guy so it’s sad she is doing this to him, but like I said Rylee we never know what happens behind closed doors, also maybe your drama has overtaken their relationship drama? You know” Rylee squinted her eyes “maybe you right, oh my god. I am just in shock, Wyge? I mean” I am stumped “but like you know when you see someone constantly you do form a bond with them? You do know that right, Wyge likes her a lot. Wyge has a girl too!?” he spat “he does, so they both playing away. That is bad, she is getting dicked down by your friend and she has been missing, she has been acting off with us” I gasped “what?” Oakley said “she is calling me” he chuckled “act normal with her, pick it up babe” I feel so indifferent about this all, answering the call “I am so sorry I missed you before your date” I let out an oh “so now I am interrupting it just to say good luck and he better be treating you right but I have an SOS after” I let out an oh again “but don’t worry about it, I love you and Oakley Neil better be spoiling you my angel” she put the phone down on me “she told me she has an SOS so maybe she will tell me?” Oakley shrugged “I suppose, but let her say it to you then, then you say you found out from me, she doesn’t know that I know so yeah” I am shocked “I am stumped, Oakley this is major gossip but fuck it, like fuck it we need to think about us” Oakley smiled “yeah, yeah” he put his head down.
I need to put Halle business in the back of my mind and concentrate on us really “so like minus the gossip, I wish we spoke on the gossip after. Not I am like mind blown but, in my heart I just care for us, I want us to talk about us. Like you’re going on tour, I mean I know that because of Aziel and you can’t have him on certain times, but I will be in Europe too, the tour is only UK and Europe?” he nodded his head “yeah, just for now. So like that is why I said I can fly back and be with him whenever, it’s never that far for me” he said “and I am working always in Europe so together we need to work on this, I don’t want you to think I am putting work first because look, I know the feeling. I know what it is like, my mother being the major one. This is why I rush back for Aziel, I do it because I know how it feels, so that is why I do it. He wants us parents always there, I mean Grace is perfect but still, but we can still see each other. I mean I will send you my schedule and we can work around it? Maybe we will be in the same country at times” I explained “I get it, it’s just that I am used to you being there, but I am willing to do that, I just want to be included, I want you to let me be in your world too, I don’t mind that. I just want to be included, like wanted” nodding my head “I get it, totally. We can make it work and build it? But if there is a moment where you feel I am not making time for you please do not hold this to you, I need to know because it can happen” he nodded his head “and like I want to build us again, have fun” Oakley grinned, I wonder what he is thinking, he is quiet and just letting me speak but that is Oakley, he will go quiet and let me do all the talking and just agree with me, like old times, which is cute.
I am just going to say it “why were you going on so many dates? Like I know I shouldn’t be so affected by it because I let you go but I still want to know? Just you didn’t come to me, you just jumped to dating other girls, but then you treated them nasty, you built your male fans well, they love what you did but like why didn’t you come to me. Why didn’t you like want me, chase me. I don’t know” I have stumped him, I can tell on his face “mhmm” he just said, oh I have put him on the spot “I can’t even front, it sounds bad yeah. But I just, at the end of the day Rylee I am happy you grew as a person, you growing into a power house which makes me smaller then you are even more. It doesn’t bug me, but I just thought get someone my worth, but I couldn’t really do it or move on, I couldn’t like shake you off. Like let’s be real, we being real here. What you said hurt me, and it did but because it was the truth. I don’t know why you chose me; I don’t know why you even wanted me. On paper we are oppsites, different lives, different everything. Yeah I ain’t ugly, I know that, they say I am pretty boy, but I am not your type of pretty, like your type is your ex, that is the guy they expect you with. It’s just what you said was right and I was like be realistic but I just deep it a lot. That I do love you, I don’t want looks to be a problem and it isn’t but that is why I tried, I thought like get someone that is on par, you are beautiful Rylee, and even more so now you are crazy pretty, someone like that really on paper we wouldn’t be matched with, Melo is you. But I don’t want you to think it will be an issue, because it won’t, but that is why. I tried it and it don’t work, I thought on it and I was like Rylee loves me because these girls couldn’t take me, they couldn’t take those dates and I would think about you. And the way you would look at me and just everything, I was always thinking of you. And I never did anything with these girls because I just thought of you, you dealt with it because you did love me. And whatever people think you don’t care, I get that” I nodded my head “I feel emotional now, sorry. Just that, I don’t want you to ever feel your lower than me, never. Because to me Oakley you are for me, and you are good looking so this narrative is bullshit. Melo doesn’t turn me on, it’s just what people think on paper, I am crazy for you Oakley, that is the truth” he smiled at me “thank you for being truthful with me, I know feelings aren’t the thing for you” I know him.
I had to take a lot of pictures before we left, I had to do it for memories “I put it on my story, a date for one. I think it’s something I want to keep to me right now” I locked my phone and turned to him in the car “that is fine” he held my hand “you know what Oakley; I want little things. I am sorry I know it’s not you but like just be you but a little more caring, court me” he squinted his eyes “court you? Play tennis” I giggled “I forgive you for this stupidness but, send me good morning texts, be random. See me randomly, just be cute. I know you can do it Oakley. But I still love you for you, but I just want it, that is all” Oakley grinned at me “I only want messages from you, I want to see you on my phone. I want to be on the phone with you. And the same with me, I know you will be on tour, so I am already checking my schedule so it can be around you, we can work Oakley” he nodded his head “I am quiet now because I hate this, I am just not wanting this to end” smiling at him “I missed you so much, I really have” I admitted “you don’t know how much I missed you, how hard it was to just see you on pictures and not touch you, I get it, I should have reached out but we discussed that. I get it, I will work on it, for you” I believe him this time “court you” he mumbled smiling “yes Oakley, court me. You are such a caveman” rolling my eyes.
Oakley is walking me to my room, does this mean sex I can’t even say anything but does it mean sex because he is walking me right to my room “so” I said turning around “I didn’t want anyone kidnapping you now” rolling my eyes “who would do that now huh, besides you” he chuckled, I can’t lie but I don’t even want him to go “give Aziel my love though, I’m leaving tomorrow so I won’t harass you and you can continue your adventure that you stopped for me, thank you” I shrugged “it’s fine, I made the best decision Oakley and honestly. I uhm, I mean are you going going? In the morning” he nodded his head “I have an appointment, check up tomorrow afternoon, and also I just have a few things to go over for the tour. But yeah give him a hug from me, I’m going now since I made sure nobody kidnapped you” I huffed out “well thank you, and thank you for this date” this is so awkward, not in a bad way but just that it’s awkward in the sense of I would actually have sex with him but I think it’s only right I don’t and we both wait it out “take care, I better go then” he smiled at me, this is so hard, he waved me off and walked off. Watching him walk off, I am so stumped on what I want “Oakley” I said, he turned to look at me “yeah?” He just said “you didn’t hug me” I mean I can use that because he didn’t, he just went “oh yeah” he made his way back over to me but I just started walking to him also, I’m going to not do this, I cannot do this. We stopped walking and just stood staring at each other, his eyes looking at every part of my face and he swallowed hard, I put my head down and just touched the buttons on his shirt and then looked up at him “hug?” He said, I leaned into him as he hugged me, holding him back close “thank you for today” I mumbled, he smells so good too. My chest right now, I want him to be in bed with me, I want to wake up in his arms so badly, moving my head back and he lowered his head down to mine.
Poking my lips out, I woke up with an empty bed. I don’t know if I refrained from doing it or he refrained but we didn’t do it and I sadly woke up in an empty bed, I deserved to be woken up in his arms and I didn’t get that at all “my god” I said to myself; I better get out of bed really, we all should be leaving to go to Greece, I think Greece, my assistant will probably hate me if I don’t be there again. Looking at my phone and much to my surprise it’s fucking ten and I am supposed to be gone by then, but Oakley has text me, I mean he was awake very early, but he did it “awww” I cooed out, tapping on his message.
From: Oakley
Mornin beautiful! Have a good day n I miss u n see u soon alright. Call me when u can but have a good mornin. I am in bed half asleep so if this makes no sense sorry
I can’t even be mad at him, like he is learning, and I take this. I don’t care, I am not going to hate it. He will eventually get there but he did it, the main part is he did it and I appreciate that so much more then picking on what he said and what he put. He is the same man that could go hours without texting me or speaking to me and then call me once and think he did a good thing.
To: Oakley
You remembered! See that has made me happy but thank you, I am late so there it is. I will call you but have a safe flight if you not already on it.
The rush to the jet, it was a headrush. I didn’t speak to anyone until we got on here and now I can rest, my head right now. I feel I am still in bed, but this is all my fault, getting out of bed at ten is crazy. I didn’t even speak to the girls, just came rushing here. They both look half asleep, especially Halle. I want to say something, but I don’t have the time at the moment “tired” I said to Halle “yeah, I needed to speak to you both, I had a SOS. But we can talk in Greece” nodding my head “how was the date!? I saw the fucking picture; it looked so good” Halle is so excited “did you wake up late because of him” she grinned “we didn’t have sex actually, we kissed yes. But that was it, we spoke on it. Everything out in the open, we agreed, and we are taking it from there. But the effort he put into the date, it had me crying girls. I was bawling, walked in and he had a violinist, he paid out for the whole place, it was just us. The violinist was playing Halo, I just cried. I thought he was going to propose I can’t lie” I hid my face “bitch he should have! I mean the whole fucking set up for him not to get one knee” I am laughing at myself “yeah well it’s one step at a time” I shrugged “you deserve a fucking ring Rylee” I just sighed out “listen one step at a time, but it was nice, and I am really happy, he sent me a morning text” I giggled “and it was just so him, but it was a morning text, I can deal with it. Look I don’t want him to change himself too much because that is him, but just slight ones” I said, the girls want the world and that is too much.
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Thess vs Slacking Off
Well, the good news is that Temp apparently has a sixth sense for how far to push her luck (or Violet or Milady have been picking up her slack today, either way), because she didn’t seem to be pulling her usual bullshit.
The bad news? Goblin pulled some egregious bullshit that turned a properly paced day into a little over an hour of pushing-too-hard nightmare and logging out five minutes past home-time.
See, even at our worst as far as workload goes, the thing we mainly try to do is be no more than 24 hours behind on the typing. It’s not always easy, but we try. And today it looked like we actually had it! I mean, only barely, but seriously, one of the last bits of dictation from yesterday was a twelve-minute monstrosity from someone who doesn’t normally do those kids of dictations, and whose dictation I usually dislike anyway because she’s got some sentence structure issues and will use ten words when one will do. Still, most of the rest of the typing was fairly okay so I figured I could take a minute to breathe and work at a regular pace for the last hour and a half or so before close of play. This should have been fine - I got the longer stuff done first so that I could time my day better, and was looking forward to a relatively gentle hour for once.
Except then I noticed that the number of dictations in the queue had grown a lot between the start of my two-minute dictation and the end of it. Like, I know the difference between “a lot of people dictating at about the same time” spikes and “someone just dumped a whole wodge from their queue back into the main queue” spikes, and this was basically the latter. And as it was 4pm, and Goblin’s day ends at 4pm, I had an inkling as to what had happened. So I figured I’d check just to make sure that there was going to be nothing from yesterday that would need to be done before close of play.
There were over a dozen reports from yesterday, all timestamped from before my end-of-yesterday chunk. It seems she pulled her usual trick of idling and chatting and gossiping and whatever the fuck it is she does to kill time, got next to nothing done on the typing she generally hates doing anyway, and then just dumped it all back in the queue when the clock struck 4. Hell, she was halfway through one, as far as I could tell - the one on the top of her list had the specimen details and clinical details typed in but she’d left without doing the main body.
Now, I know that you obviously want to leave on time. Particularly Goblin, as she lives a long way away and there are some timetable issues with the bus local to her house. However, it fucks everyone over if you sit on stuff in your queue for several hours, barely touch it, and then dump it all back in. If you know you’re not going to get the typing done for whatever reason, you leave it there, so others can arrange their workload accordingly. But no. No, she just idled through the last couple of hours of the day and then dumped all the stuff she couldn’t be bothered to do into the main queue again, so that those of us who work past 4pm would look bad when there’s this chunk of yesterday’s typing carrying over to tomorrow.
Well, Temp wasn’t going to touch it. I knew that perfectly well. So I grabbed it and got through it, and somehow managed to get them all done while only going five minutes past the clock. I mean, I’m paying for it now, but at least it’s done. While I may not like having to pick up my colleagues’ slack (because I really, really don’t), I do actually take pride in doing my job to the best of my abilities, and if I can keep us from being more than 24 hours behind on the typing, then that’s what I’ll fucking well do. Besides, knowing my luck, I’d get some of the blame for it splashed on me. I work too hard to be tarred with that brush, thanks.
Another bit of good news, though, is that I might not have to go into the office to help with the phones while Scruffman’s on holiday in a couple of weeks. I’m ringing to talk to him about it on Friday, but seems that there’ll probably be enough cover for the phones. I mean, this is good because after the bullshit I’ve taken from Temp and Goblin this week, it might be better to not have me share space with them, lest I throttle them both.
Anyway, at least I did the baked chicken and vegetables thing for dinner yesterday, so plenty of leftovers, and don’t have to cook. I think that would be a step too far. There will be a shops run in a little bit, though. Today’s one of those days when I deserve chocolate.
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2 (hehe), 9, 16 & 21 for the ask game please!
hiii abi! thank you so much for the questions you made me remember how much of an idiot i was as a kid ( but it's deserved so no worries)
2. show us a picture of your handwriting?
i hope you know that i pictured the hehe as an evil witch cracking in the corner while she plays with her nails for god knows what reason
9. tell a story about your childhood
i was a very curious kid, and used to do stupid things because of the said curiousity. we used to live on the top floor of an apartment block in our society. (i will provide a pictorial aid cause i know that this doesn't explain it very well)
the way our society was structured was that every terrace was interconnected and one could easily cross over to other person's terrace but some people used to put a fence to that cause they were like lmao this is a bad idea– and sadly our terrace was one of those terrace but there was this corner part that they hadn't bothered to cover (cause they had braincells and knew no one would try this anyways) and i don't remember the reason now but i wanted to go to their terrace and knew that my mom wouldn't allow me to to parkour my way to other terrace (she also had briancells i was the only one lacking them)
so one day while i had been given the very important task of watering the plants alone 6 year old me decided that she should try the very daring idea of crossing the terrace. i had climbed up on my boundary and was thinking on best way to move when i saw that my mom's friend who lives across from us saw my antics and she immediately went to grab her phone so i did what any other Indian kid does— stopped and was back to watering plants at the speed of light.
thats how Indian aunties gossiping nature saved me
16. if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
honestly a cop out answer but not really cause i neeeeed to change this habit of mine but procastination , it has fucked me over so much and yet everytime i still do it
21. are you a spiritual person?
not really so much so in the day to day life but more when shit hits the fan i just am like— whatever higher power that their is please please don't let it end like this and let mom be okay.
and this got saddd real fast so let me cheer it up a bit by a funny anecdote but basically when we were younger, my friends stairs had fluctuating light and weird vibes and that was enough for us to convince ourselves that this is haunted and so whenever we came back after playing she used to ask (since i was an year older) me to atleast help her up first two stairs but even i was a scared bean so our ingenious solution for two kids who had just watched 1920 was reciting hanuman chalisa at full speed while we run for our lives on those stairs.
i still don't know how hanuman chalisa would have actually helped tho
(honestly we were more at risk of falling down the stairs than an actual ghost— it was 7:30 in evening the spirits if there were would probably be chilling and taking a nap for night shift)
here are the questions if anyone else also wants to ask!
#questions game#abi#there's so much stuff i did asa kid that i look back on now and think#what was i thinking
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Hijikata (Hakuoki) - Modern AU - Teacher - Chapter 4
Pairing: Female reader x Hijikata
Warnings: bad language, agressive behavior
Word count: 384
A/N: you can find the previous chapters here. Or if you want to check it out my pinned post, you can find it there as well in the masterlist.
“I see. So you don’t know much about Kondou’s plan either. I think it’s good manners if I answer your questions now, as you answered mine.”
“Very well, I’m just a guidance counselor at an international school in Chiba. I met Kondou two years ago and since then we have gotten in touch through SNS to talk about our schools and sometimes gossip about other people as well.”
“And I was watching you because that day was terrible for me, I was stressed and Kondou swore to me he knew a way to make me smile. He knows I’m single so he thought it was a good idea to show a ikemen to brighten my day. That’s where you came in.”
“Are you fucking serious? What were you two thinking?” Hijikata shouts incredulously. “You gotta be kidding me. I can’t believe Kondou used me to please you.”
“Well… I wouldn’t put it that way.”
“But if you are taken or something I apologize for causing any trouble to you, Hijikata. I didn't want to hit on you that day. Kondou was just being a nice friend, that’s all.”
*sigh* “As long as you don’t cause any trouble to Kondou or to our school’s reputation I don’t give a shit about your and his stupid ideas.”
“Ahah I’ll keep that in mind. But Kondou and I only have great ideas!”
“But why were you so brute with me?”
“I don’t trust people easily. You were a stranger that could potentially be scheming something against us.”
“Oh… that explains a lot then.”
The tension inside the Lexus is no longer present, but silence once more persists after solving your quarrels.
This time though, Hijikata doesn’t seem interested in asking other questions and leaves you alone playing on your phone.
Hijikata only talks to you one more time - to show you that your hotel is just ahead.
In your room, after taking a well-deserved shower, you see that Kondou texted you. As expected of him, he was concerned about you but he also wanted to ask if something happened between Hijikata and you.
Your message was short, but straight to the point: “Kondou, your friend is brute and rude. But he is indeed someone you can count on. A handful hot guy that unintentionally captivates women.”
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For Chris and Maddie:
For Steve and Harper
Woman, this has taken me all day!! But it kicked muse into gear and made her do her damn job so no complaints here!!
CHRIS AND MADDIE
What do they usually text about?
Everything. How their day’s going. Upcoming plans. TV and Movie recommendations. Gossip. Emotional support. Recently Chris texted Maddie that his anxiety was really bad because he had promised her he would tell her if it was bad and she immediately called him. She read him a few chapters of her book because he just needed to hear her voice. It’s the first time she’s felt needed in their relationship, needed the ways she needs him.
Is either one confrontational?
While she will actively avoid it as much as she can, Maddie can be very confrontational if someone pisses her off enough. She doesn’t care who it is.
Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?
Maddie doesn’t really have favourite artists. She doesn’t follow artist, she more follows songs she likes, if that makes sense. Chris loves classic rock bands. AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Guns n’ Roses ect.
What are their parenting styles?
Both Chris and Maddie are going to go the route of gentle, connected, respectful parenting. Maddie’s father is a gentle parent. She always knew growing up that while he was calm and kind with her and took the time to figure out why she was doing what she was doing, even when she was a fucking demon, there were consequences and punishment to her actions. Both her and her brother benefited from his parenting and have amazing relationships with him as a result. Her mother on the other hand… a corporal punishment parent who always thought her children crying over something was an overreaction. She will never understand why her mother thought screaming at and hitting her children was acceptable. You don’t treat adults like that so why do you treat a child like that??
Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn't know?
Maddie does…
What is their favorite photo of them two together?
Maddie’s is a selfie she took with him. He said something right as she took the phone that made her laugh so she’s got this huge grin on her face while she not even looking at the camera, he’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.
Chris’ is one he took in bed. She’s asleep with her head on his shoulder and he’s kissing her forehead. He’s actually taken a few photos of her asleep, she just looks so peaceful and he wants to capture it.
What movie did they see together?
While they haven’t gone to the movies, they have watched a lot. The Goonies I’ll always be a favourite because it’s the first movie they watched together.
What do they love about each other the most?
This is a trick question for Chris because he can’t pick any specific thing he love most. Her laugh, how excited she gets over food, how kind she is to others, how much she loves the people in her life…
Maddie loves his eyes, she often gets distracted by them she he’s talking to her. But the biggest thing she loves about him, and it’s a little selfish and making it about her, but every single thing he’s done to help her. He’s gone above and beyond to make sure he knows as much as he possibly can so he can be what she needs in any given moment. Not many people would do that and it’s something she will be forever grateful for.
Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus's on the small details?
Chris is big picture, Maddie is small details.
What is an inside joke they have?
Not yet…
Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?
Maddie. Just being in the same room as her makes Chris smile like an idiot. He thinks he hide it when they’re in public but he’s not as good as he thinks he is.
What is their favourite game to play together?
Chris has just introduced her to Cards Against Humanity.
Who accidental sets something on fire?
Maddie. She managed to set rice on fire once. Sebastian banned her from cooking for months afterwards.
Whose concert would they go to?
At this point in time, that’s not something Maddie would be able to handle. It would trigger a panic attack because there’s way too many people. If there was a private, corporate box type situation, she might be OK but it’s not something she’s willing to even attempt yet.
Do one of them sleep talk? If so, what do they say?
Maddie mumbles in her sleep, a lot. Chris initially thought it was just random words but he’s realised that she’s saying things that are important. It’s how he knows that when she seeks him out for a hug it’s not because she wants a hug, she’s seeking out the comfort and safety she feels when she’s wrapped in his arms. He’s also discovered specific things Travis did over the years, like the time he didn’t even bother wishing her a happy birthday because he was angry she spent time with loved ones. He refused to be around her brother because he always pulled him up on his behaviour towards her and demanded she didn’t go to the birthday dinner that was planned so when she didn’t listen to him he gave her the silent treatment for almost two weeks.
Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?
Chris. Maddie’s laugh is one of his favourite sounds and he will do anything to hear it.
How old were they when they got together?
Maddie was 22 and Chris was 32. Their age gap is something that people, including Maddie’s mother, take issue with, especially when their relationship is made public. Some of the things people say about Chris really upsets Maddie because it’s all lies and she hates that people think those horrible things about him.
Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?
Chris. He’s got a soft spot for animal, especially dogs. He’d behave a whole heard of them if he didn’t have to travel for work.
What is their song?
They don’t have one, yet…
What does their room look like? (If they shared/have share one)
Maddie and Chris have very similar styles. They love a lot of neutral tones. Light and bright. Simple. Nothing too cluttered. They love their rooms to be a calm space.
Who makes the other breakfast in bed?
Chris. He’s a natural early riser and is always awake before her unless she has an alarm set for work which wakes them both. It’s such a small thing, making her coffee and food in the morning, but it’s something he looks forward to doing for her every day.
STEVE AND HARPER
Do they ever go swimming together?
All the time. Their backyard is a beach and it would be criminal not to take full advantage of that.
Do they ever cook together?
No. To say they cook together would be a lie. It’s more Steve does the cooking while she sits on the bench with a beer and keeps him company. Steve does most of the cooking, he enjoys it and Harper, as much as she tries, isn’t the best chief beyond basic meals.
Do they give each other nicknames?
Steve calls her Bub. He just called her it one day about two months into their relationship and it stuck. Sometimes he goes a few days without saying it and she gets upset because she loves it. She has a few but she doesn’t use them very often. While she loves the nickname Steve’s given it feel weird to her to call use nicknames. Steve doesn’t mind. He gets GI Joe when he’s on his crazy shit like climbing buildings and blowing stuff up. When she calls him Stevie he knows she’s really scared and needs him to comfort her.
What do they like when going out for food?
Steve always goes for the steak or roast. The man loves his red meat. Harper tries to have something different each time but if there’s a creamy pasta dish on the menu all bets are off. They both enjoy a nice glass of red when they eat out.
What movies do they enjoy watching most?
They love action movies. Die Hard is always a winner in this house.
What do they do when they're bored and together?
It’s rare that they get bored because they’re always working, either on a case or project but on the rare occasion they do get bored, they have sex. Some of the best and most adventurous sex they’ve ever had has been as a result of mutual boredom.
Have they dedicated songs to each other?
Not really. There’s songs that make them thing of each other, how happy their are but that’s about it.
How do they comfort each other when one of them is scared?
Harper is pretty much the only person who can tell when Steve’s scared, even if he’s successfully hiding it from everyone else. She will make out she needs his help with an important task, like clearing her gun, to take his mind off whatever is scaring him. If that doesn’t work she quietly talks to him, letting him know he’s ok, that she’s there, that’s she knows he’s scared and it’s ok to be, that she loves him. He grew up in a time where men didn’t share what they were feeling, that they have to keep everything inside and “be a man”, he’s worked hard to not be like that anymore and Harper is one of the main reasons for that. He wants to be the best version of himself so he can be the man she deserves. When she’s scared he holds her and tells her she’s ok, that he’s not going to let anything happen to her. There’s been a few times they’ve been in the field when she hasn’t been able to compartmentalise her fears and he picks up on it every time. He says “Bub, I’ve got you”, that simple phrase, the verbal confirmation he has her back is all it takes for her to push past her fears so she can do her job safely.
Have any pets? (If not: would they get any?)
They have a lab named Eddie. He’s an ex DEA service dog. They adopted him after Steve found him shot after they were assigned to solve the murder of his handler.
What is their ideal vacation?
They want to backpack around the world and work as they go. See the world through the eyes of locals, not tourists.
How often are roadtrips?
They go hiking around the islands a lot. At least a few times a month. That’s the extent of their road trips, driving around the islands exploring honking trails.
What do they do after a hard day at work?
A good meal, a few beers and a quality cuddle session on the couch.
Do they attend any clubs or formal parties together?
Unless it’s work related or something for the Navy, no. They’re not formal people and the thought of wining and dining makes them itch.
Who is the big spoon and why?
Some nights it’s Harper, some nights it’s Steve, some nights it’s neither.
What are their morning rituals?
They always have breakfast together, even if it’s in the car on the way to work. If one of them is up before the other they’ll make breakfast then wait for the other to get up before they eat.
Do they go to sleep at the same time as each other?
They try to. Some days the only time they have together is the 15 to 20 minutes in bed as they’re falling asleep so they try to take advantage of that as much as they can.
What do they do when the other is stressed?
So, story time. When the team was working a case where Harper’s father was involved, her stress levels were through the roof and it was coming out as anger. She was snappy and short with everyone. He pulled her aside one day and told her to punch him. She looked at him like he’d grown a second head then laughed but he just kept telling her to punch him. After a few minutes she was fed up and just took the swing. They “fought” for a good five minutes before she dropped to the ground and burst into tears. He sat in front of her while she cried it out and when her tears had stopped he told her to come to him if she ever felt like that and they would get her stress and anger out. It’s their thing now. Whenever one of them needs stress relief they say “punch me” and they have a good “fight”. It’s amazing stress relief.
How do they spend time if the other is gone?
Harper likes to keep as busy as possible so she doesn’t have the chance to miss him much. Steve on the other hand sulks the entire time. This big tough Navy Seal turned cop just walking around pouting.
Do they enjoy going camping together?
They both love camping but have only had the chance to go together once. They’ve definitely going to do it as much as they can.
Thoughts on PDA (Public Displays of Affection)?
They’ve never really given it much thought. They’ll hold hands or have a kiss and cuddle but that’s the extent of what they do in public.
Thoughts on each other's friends?
They have the same friendship group with the exception of a few people here and there so everyone on the whole loves everyone else.
Would they ever get married?
They’re currently planning their wedding. It’s not going well. They haven’t made any progress beyond deciding to have it in their backyard.
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