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yuquinzel · 1 year

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[ 8:37 pm ] — miya atsumu.

the clock reads 8:37 pm, exactly 14 seconds to 38 and atsumu is painfully aware of each long, dragging and excruciatingly endless second because it's been exactly 4 hours, 19 minutes and 12 seconds since you left on him read.

he's currently laid on his bed, in his dimly lit room where the only source of illumination is the faint fluorescent glow of his mobile screen.

he's frowning, brows furrowed at the dull ‘seen 4hrs ago’ in anticipation because at any second now he'll see the ‘typing...’ indication and he doesn't wanna be late to reply.

atsumu is a fast and an energetic texter. he sends you at least 14 cat videos with the “ur the third one” message immediately after each. or he sends you those ‘ask your friend which hour of the day you are’ followed by a “you. blue hour” hopefully awaiting your reply because he needs to know if you think he's the golden hour or not.

y/n 🛐: you're definitely the golden hour then lol

the better twin: damn. didn't expect that.

he actually did. hoped for it in fact. he thinks about it for the next week.

you're not the type to leave people on seen for more than 5 minutes. at least not him. you reply as quick as you can with the same energy as him and have a habit of liking his rather funny texts from time to time.

so he's more confused than upset right now, thinking of all possible reasons you could've read his messages but were unable to reply. he hasn't seen you since last friday when you told him about a week long road trip with your family. his frown only deepens when the clock hits 8:40 and there's no sign of a reply from you.

he's beginning to type a quick “are u good?” when his screen flashes with a call. your contact name. the phone rings in atsumu's hand but his fingers are frozen.

you're calling him.

you don't like phone calls.

atsumu clears his throat because he doesn't want you to hear him squeal with excitement, but he's giggling and kicking his feet, running a hand over his heart and rubbing his eyes to make sure it really is you. he lets the phone ring for a mere seconds before picking it up, “oh hey” he hopes it's as casual as he thinks.

the moment he hears you speak from the other side, atsumu knows he has lost, “ATSUMU! I'm so sorry for leaving you on read. i was in the car and battery fucking died before i could reply and i lost my charger!” you're chasing after your own words, each cut by the next one.

“oh, nah that's fine. so ya found yer charger?” he groans internally at his words, but truthfully he doesn't know what to say.

of course you didn't willingly leave him on read. of course you're calling him now because you don't want him to think otherwise. of course your words are rushed, you've always been that way.

“oh, right yeah. i got home and charged it as soon as I could” you laugh with a newfound sense of relief.

atsumu blinks, “yer home already? weren'tcha coming this sunday??” he asks.

“ohh, no, we decided to come back earlier”

and the voice call ends, leaving you confused.

it's 9:29 pm and there's a knocking at your door, hastened and impatient, the way you know someone always knocks.

“’tsumu? wait, why are you here at this hour?” you ask, wide eyes set on the setter in front of you panting like he ran a marathon.

“ya said you were back and ya must be tired so i gotcha ice cream—” he breathes out, gesturing to the bag in his hand, “—gee, coulda told me you were comin’ back today, when'd ya get here anyway? how was the trip? did ya take pictures?—”

“atsumu” you say softly, and he pauses, “breathe ”

atsumu lives about 45 minutes away, 15 if he takes the car but as he's panting right now, you know he's ran all the way here. and if he stopped by the convenience store down the street and still get here in time, you're sure he needs at least a minute to breathe.

he smiles one of his boyish, princely smiles, “also got that movie ya wanted ta watch”

“i thought you'd have watched it already?”

“wanted ta watch it with you” he's giggling with excitement you know he's trying to hide.

“okay” you laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him inside.

“okay” he repeats.

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mirohlayo · 6 months

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CURLY HAIR | LN4

( you just love taking care of your boyfriend's curly hair. and no need to say that he secretly loves it too )

warning : none, fluff ?

note : idk how to warn my stuff it's kinda bad

word count : 1.7k

!! english not my first language !!

it was now around 9:30pm. you were laying on your bed, in your shared hotel room with your boyfriend lando. it was a very nice sunday, the mexico grand prix was absolutely amazing for you, but also for your favorite driver. after the mess and bad qualifying yesterday, he had to start from P17, but ended up P5 at the end of the race. in total, he passed 19 cars and gained 12 places. and you were of course so so proud of him, as were his fans and supporters. you also knew that lando was happy and have enjoyed the race.

after the race, you went directly to the hotel because you were tired. you have said to lando that you're going to nap, and obviously as you predicted, he made a big deal out of it and begged you to stay with him because he hasn't seen you in a while and just wanted to be near you and needed you. yeah, he was maybe a little needy. but that was actually quite adorable.

now you were waiting for him, scrolling on your phone's apps with the tv's sound in the background. he went to a party with some of his friends, carlos being one of them, but told you that he will stay for like an hour and then come as quick as possible to you because he "don't want to stay at the party while his baby is waiting for him". and also he just missed you like crazy, even though the last time you saw each other was like 4 hours ago, him hugging you close after the race.

you were buzy watching a video when a notification suddenly appeared on your screen. it was some texts from your boyfriend :

from lando 🧡

- baby i miss you :((

the party so boring without you

i'm coming don't worry 🚙🚙

here in like 10min

i love youuuu ❤️

so so much -

now you were giggling. maybe he was doing too much but oh god you loved to receive texts like that from him. it just shows you how much he loves you with all of his being and heart. and then the 10 minutes passed quickly, cause the sound of the keys in the lock indicated you that he was arrived.

you lifted up a bit, now sitting in the middle of the bed, blankets up to your pelvis.

- hello beautiful ! lando said as he laid eyes on you.

your big smile just melted his heart, because you looked so happy to see him. and you don't know how much he loves your smile. he took off his shoes and not even a second later he was already in your arms, his head in the crook of your neck. you laughed softly, you just found him adorable.

- i see the boy's feeling needy.

- missed you. a lot, he replied in a lazy tone.

you rubbed slowly his back, his arms tightening his grip on you. you were impossibly close to him, like there was no air between your two bodies. one of your hand started playing with his curls, and he just let himself go into the touch. he placed a quick kiss on your neck, and buried his head a little bit deeper. you could feel his breath tickling you.

- how was the party ?

- actually it was good, carlos and i had fun. but it is boring without you.

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, his curly hair barely touching your nose. that's when you noticed that his curls were a mess. they were tousled and undefined, like a pile of hair that hasn't been combed in a while. you frowned a little.

- your curls are a mess, y'know ?you said, rearranging as best as you can his hair.

- yeah, i know. due to the party, he answered, enjoying your soft touch that made him want to sleep.

- you want me to take care of your hair ? you asked him.

he raised his head to face you, a smile on his lips, as his eyes were sleepy.

- since it's so kindly asked, yeah.

you mirrored his smile and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

- but first you need to take a shower.

- no. he answered and quickly buried back his head into the crook of your neck. i don't want to leave you.

- lan please, you really need to shower, you said. you tried to push him gently, but instead he grabbed you even tighter, placing loads of quick lazy kisses on your neck. c'mon, i need to style your hair too

he growled and stopped kissing your neck.

- hmm... i love cuddling you. and just you actually. i think i'm feeling a bit clingy, he said softly, almost humming it.

you let escaped a soft laugh.

- indeed yes. also i think you really need to shower you sweaty dumbass

- okay i'm going now, he replied.

finally, he sighed and let you go out of his grip. he lifted up and, before disappearing inside the bathroom, he quickly kissed the corner of your mouth, dangerously close to your lips. you saw him rushing to the bathroom, giving you a big smile before closing the door.

you could now hear the sound of the dripping water, and decided to finish your video while he finishes washing. 10 minutes later, the sound of the water stopped and you heard him calling you.

- baby i have finish, you can come

you jumped out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom's door. you opened the door and oh- you were not expecting to see your boyfriend shirtless, just wearing a sweatpant. his damp curls was dropping drops of water, which wandered over his bare torso. damn. such a view, you thought.

- i can see you staring y/n you know

you see him grinned at you, a playful look taking over his face.

- if only you had had the good idea of putting a shirt, /b>you replied.

- well you don't like the view ?

- that's not what i've said

he laughed before wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing it softly.

- cuddling time is over, i need to get your hair done lando

- okay, i let my baby do her job

you rolled your eyes and bite back a smile, that of course you failed to hide. and that made him laughed, because he know you can't hide your smile when you're around him.

he lifted you up to make you sit on the wide edge of the two sinks behind you, so that you are at his height.

- can you pass me a towel please ? your hair needs to be dry

he nodded and gave you one the bathroom towels.

you started drying his hair, doing gentle circular movements. he rested his hands on your hips, rubbing them softly as he enjoyed your presence. you tried to focus on what you were doing, but you couldn't help it, your shirtless boyfriend and his soft touch were too much for you, and you finished by squishing his tiny cheeks. his face was just so cute, and you couldn't help but kiss his nose, then his forehead, then his cheeks.

- aye stop ! he said and laughed at your cuteness. god he just loves you so much, anything you're doing makes him even more in love with you. you were just his cute little baby, like he just enjoy so much your presence, all he wants is to be with you and cuddle you. and your smile, oh it melted his heart everytime.

- sorry, you're just too adorable for me, you grinned. and you could see a faint tip of blush on his cheeks.

now you applied some styling mousse in his hair, and your started define his curls, one by one. you took your time to style them, making sure they'll look pretty when it will be dry. his hands moved to you thighs, drawing small circles on them. he stared at you while you were styling his hair, admiring every details of your pretty face. he always look at you with heart eyes, like there's so much love and admiration into his eyes everytime he sees your face. he's never tired of it, this is probably one of his favorite things.

- i can also see you staring lan, you jokingly said, a smile on your lips.

- i can't help it, you're just so pretty love, he answered, hearts still anchored in his gaze.

you can felt yourself blush, and that makes your boyfriend smile even wider. too adorable, he thought.

- okay, i think i have finished ! you happily said, admiring lando's face and curls.

he wrapped his arms around your waist to put you down on the floor. when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, a big smile appeared on his face. you know he was happy with the result.

- i guess you missed your career, you should have been a hairdresser, he joked, and you gave him a blow to the ribs, which made him laugh even harder.

- just kidding baby, he said and kissed quickly the tip of your nose. now we can go back to cuddle in bed. and not let you go of my arms

- okay, sounds good, you replied in a smile.

and like that you guys ended up to cuddle in bed, lando holding you so close to him, his head resting on yours, kissing you here and there on your face. sometimes, he would rub your waist with his hand, the other playing with your hair or stroking your cheek. and of course a lazy smile constantly here on his face, as he enjoyed the form of the love of his life in his arms. secured and warm.

and the next day, he'll bring to his race team about how good his hair looks, and then praise his girlfriend's talent, just saying sweet words about her. he would never said it to you, but this is just one of his favorite things on earth, you taking care of his curls. and sometimes he ruffles his hair on purpose just so you can style it again. but of course, it is a secret. a big secret.

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dark-night-hero · 1 year

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Imagine when Itoshi Sae realizes things a little far too late.

Imagine Itoshi Sae wondering when it all started? Messages rarely received, calls barely make it through the night, the way you look so distracted when the two of you were in a video call, the fewer parcels he received. The way you look distracted and sometimes even out of it when he was in a phone call with you talking about whatever stuff he rant about.

"I'm sorry Sae, can we call things off tonight? I'm pretty tired from work." You spoke with an apologetic gaze over the scene. "Huh? Oh, yeah sure." "Thank you, then I'm hanging up then, Sae." The call ended just like that.

Imagine the way he starts wondering, when did it start? The lesser time the two of you had for each other. When the two of you started your relationship, both of you almost could not live without a single text or phone call per hour. It's been three days since he last saw your face over the phone, nine hours since you might have accidentally put him on ready. Were you that busy?

9:46 p.m

Sae: You good in there?

Sae: You left me on read, so I'm just checking up on you. Did something happen?

11:42 p.m

You: Sorry, something came up and I have to work overtime at the company.

You: It's lunchtime out there, right? Make sure to eat properly, I'm going to sleep now.

Imagine him wondering when you started looking like that? When did you start looking so dull even when talking about all your favorite, the things and stuff you love, you both love. And when was even the last time you've watched him play?

"I'm sorry, Sae, what were you talking about again? I didn't quite hear it." For the first time in this fifteen minutes video call, you finally spoke first words after telling him talk, well more like spoke things you can't seem to understand nowadays. Not that you really can not, but nowadays, it seems like... It feels strange.

"I was talking about our next game next week in there, at 27th, I was wondering if you could make it-?" It sounded desperate, as if he was looking forward for you to come. Maybe he was. He have not seen you in person for a while now. "27th? Oh God Sae, I have an important board meeting that day, I'm sorry I wouldn't able to come..." Strange enough, it scares him how despite your voice sounds genuinely disappointed of the unexpected circumstances were, you look rather unbothered.

Imagine as he was looking forward to seeing you again once he got back into his home country. There, you were usually greeting him with a smile on your face. But now, it wonders him when did you started looking at him with such dull eyes and a rather forced smile on your lips.

"Is everything okay? You look.." like you don't want to be with him right now. Uncomfortable. "Huh? Ye.. Everything is alright right now. You're here now." Why do you look like you're trying to convince yourself right now? Did you even realize you did not even try to go for a hug like you usually does the moment you see him at the airport?

Imagine Itoshi Sae wondering where it all went wrong as he watched you pack your things as he stood there at the door right after you told him, "Things aren't working anymore between the two of us that's why... We should take a break."

Imagine as he sat down on the sofa at the spacious living room, he turned on the television to at least bring noise into the silent room. Only to find your favorite slow playing that sent a pang on his chest. He did not even dare turn it off. He just stood up and went into the kitchen when he found a still hot meal at the table, a note left right beside it.

Do not misunderstand, I still love you. Heavens, God I do Sae. I love you very much, but I can no longer do this alone. You know what I'm talking about Sae. I can't be in this all alone when it should be the two of us together. I'm sorry. I really do, but I really can't do this anymore. I hope you don't starve yourself, not tonight, not tomorrow, and the following day. Please do take care of yourself, I hate to see you neglecting yourself.

- (First name)(Lastname)

Imagine the way he scoffs and rolls his eyes, the note slowly crumple in his palm. But then, eventually, he let out a sigh and sat down the seat right in front of the meal left on the table. He doesn't have an appetite. And yet, as his shaking hands picked up the cutlery on the table, as he piece by piece ate the meal on the table. A single tear falls down, followed by another.

Imagine, the more he thinks about it. The more he realizes, he was the one to blame for all of this. It was never you. It was him all along, was it not?

"So the thing was, one of my coworkers-" "I'm sorry, can we talk about this next time? I'm really tired, we just finished a game and.." "Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't inform me you have a game today, I could have watched." "Hmm. Yeah, I forgot." Then he groan, "Sorry, I'm really tired I'm hanging up." "Okay dear, I love y-" Call ended.

yesterday, 8:47 p.m

You: Jgh, what about you?

You: Oh wait it's probably around lunch in there, have a nice day, dear. Please do eat a proper meal. :)

yesterday, 9:30 p.m

You: Dear?

You: You left me on read, is everything alright in there?

You: I hope you're alright.

yesterday, 10:28 p.m

You: Sae?

You: I know you're busy, but can you at least tell me if you're doing well in there?

yesterday, 11:47 p.m

You: I'm sorry if I'm bothering you right now, but I'm worried.

today, 3:24 a.m

You: I just contacted your manager, idk why I haven't done that in the first place, but at least I can now sleep knowing you're just knocked out after practice. I'm going to sleep now, I'm sorry for the spam messages, I love you. :)

"I didn't know you had a game today." You spoke over the phone. "Huh? I didn't tell you?" "You didn't." There was a bitter smile on your face. "Sorry, I must have forgotten about it. It's nothing important, after all." "Nothing important, you say.." "What was that?" "Nothing dear." You laugh. "When will your next game be? It's been a while since I've watch you on the field." "Oh that? I'm not sure." There was a few moments of silence after that. "(First name)?" "Yes dear?" "I got to go." "Alright, take care, I lov-" Call ended.

"You see, I've seen this great place for couples and newlyweds for a perfect vacation-" "Can't we just stay home?" "But dear, we've talked about this-" "It's been a while since I've been given a vacation, can we just.. Can't we just stay at home?" Frustrated, he didn't even look at you, nor was he able to pick up the hits you've been giving him, even the way you were caressing the empty spot on your ring finger, and lastly, the crestfallen look on your face that was quickly replaced by a fake smile. "... Alright, let's do that."

Imagine the way it was all coming back to him at that very moment. The way he just sat there, eating and crying, he could not even utter a word nor let out a sound of pain. Because he deserves it, he deserves every bit of pain he was feeling right now for taking you for granted and realizing it, a little too late. You have already left, and right now, all he could do was wait. Wait for you to come back, even if you might never wish to do so.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

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bookyeom · 4 hours

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whatever you say, bro - chs

pairing: vernon x reader word count: 1.2k warnings: kissing, Shrek slander request prompt: "You're cute." "What did you say?" + "are you flirting with me?" "I’ve been trying to do that for three years."

A/N: Thanks so much for all the support on my 700 follower celebration. You guys rock! I'm doing my best to get through the requests, but there were way more than I anticipated so bear with me!

Vernonie [8:59pm]: we still on for tomorrow night?

Your heart leaps, like it always does, when Vernon’s name pops up on your screen.

Y/N [9:01pm]: yeah! see you then, bro

You sigh heavily, throwing your phone down onto the bed beside you and rolling over, pulling your pillow into your chest.

Bro.

It’s a defense mechanism, you know, but it’s getting a bit ridiculous now. You’ve taken to throwing out the word nervously when he gets too close – which seems to be more often than not lately. You’d been worried that your crush on Vernon was getting disgustingly apparent, and so you'd started with this whole "bro" nonsense. Now, you don’t know how to get out of it.

Every time he catches you looking at him and raises a dramatic brow; every time you’re making plans to hang out just the two of you; every time his hand accidentally brushes yours while he hands over a headphone for you to listen to a song – you find a way to call him 'bro'. So that he knows it’s all strictly platonic. Which it’s not, of course – not for you – but his friendship means more to you than anything in this world, and you’re not going to jeopardize that just because you think he’s hot. And kind. And funny.

Sure thing, bro. See you tomorrow, bro. I love movie nights with you, bro. I love when you show me new music or video games and your face lights up, bro. I love your eyes and the way you laugh at your own jokes, bro. While we're at it, your smile is pretty nice too, bro.

You close your eyes with a sigh.

"Thumb war."

"What?"

You’re sitting on the floor in Vernon’s apartment the next day, arguing over which movie to watch. It’s been at least a half hour of back and forth, so you'd decided to take matters into your own hands, and had proposed the most obvious solution.

"Thumb war," you repeat. "Winner gets to pick the movie."

Vernon eyes you warily. "Fine. You're on."

As soon as his fingers curl into yours, you can feel your stomach flutter. His touch sends goosebumps across your skin, and you regret the suggestion instantly, but you must carry on. For honour – and for the fact that if he makes you watch Shrek 2 again you might scream.

You square your shoulders and laugh at Vernon’s face, which has instantly turned competitive. You count down, and as your thumbs begin to battle, you feel the competitiveness in yourself grow, too.

“Yes!” You cry. You have him pinned.

You’re counting down when Vernon suddenly surges forward, your hands falling apart as you let out an ‘oof’ and fall to the ground. You let out a squeak as your back hits the floor with a soft thud, Vernon landing on top of you. His arms are on either side of your head as he pushes himself up a little, chest hovering above yours, and you can audibly hear the way your breath catches in your throat.

"Just shut up and let me pick a movie," he says breathlessly, and you’re sure you've forgotten how to breathe. His hips are between your knees, his chest pressed to yours, and you can feel every part of him against you.

"Make me shut up," come your words, and you regret it immediately. His eyebrows raise, just as surprised as you are, and you swear he falters a little.

"I will," he says back after a pause, and you can’t tear your gaze away from his. "I'll kiss you."

The blood is rushing to your cheeks before you have time to think. Around now would be the time that you look away, but he’s so close that you can’t. Your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest, and you’re certain he can hear it. Or feel it.

Your head is spinning as you force out a laugh before saying, "Okay, bro."

Vernon’s eyes search your face before meeting your gaze again. His expression is serious, and you hold your breath as you wait for him to react.

But all he does is stand up, holding his hands up in surrender. "You can choose.”

For the rest of the night, things feel a bit awkward between you. You don’t comment on it like you normally would, because Vernon hasn’t said anything, which means he’s probably forgotten and it’s just you that’s making it weird now. You make it through your pick, and then he surprises you by picking one of your other favourites to watch as a second movie. It’s sweet, but you’re confused since he'd caused such a fuss earlier.

As the movie progresses, you begin to relax a little. You can feel Vernon’s eyes on you as you giggle to yourself, and you shoot him a glare.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. You turn back to the TV, focusing again when you hear him add, quieter, “You’re cute.”

Your head whips back in his direction. He avoids your gaze this time, the only telltale sign he notices you looking shown in the way he fidgets with the remote.

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re annoying.”

You think ignoring everything that’s just transpired in the last minute is probably for the best.

“I’m about to be really annoying, then,” you quip – and then you begin to quote line after line.

It’s one of his biggest pet peeves, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose. You continue, waiting for him to break. It doesn’t take very long.

"Oh my god. Shut up." You can hear the smile in his voice, and you know you aren’t annoying him that much.

"Make me," you shoot back without thinking, your heart stopping as you quickly remember where those two words had gotten you just a couple of hours before. You think Vernon is holding his breath, too, and you resist the urge to shrink even further back into his couch. Don’t make it weird, it’s fine, you’re just joking, don’t make it –

Vernon’s hand is on your face before you can finish your thought, tilting your chin up towards him – and then he’s kissing you.

When he pulls back, it takes a second for your eyes to flutter open again. And when they do, he’s already looking back at you, unwavering. His thumb brushes against your chin before he smirks and says, eyebrows raised, "I told you I would, bro.”

Your mouth is agape as he drops his hand and turns back to the movie. You feel a bit like your entire brain is resetting as you process what just happened.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I’ve been trying to do that for like, three years now, so… yeah.”

“You kissed me.”

Vernon looks at you again now, and you absolutely cannot understand how he’s so calm about all of this. Smiling about it, even. “I did. Thoughts?”

Your friend is stoic at the best of times, but his eyes always give him away. When he doesn’t break your gaze, when he just waits while you process, you can see it in the way he’s looking at you — that even if he seems calm on the outside, he’s nervous. Nervous that you’re going to reject him, nervous that he may have overstepped, nervous that you don’t like him back. As if that would even be possible. “I think,” you say slowly, “that the movie can wait a little longer if you wanted to kiss me some more… bro.”

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crooked-haven · 3 months

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Crush | Hwang Hyunjin Oneshot

➭ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Fluff, Little bit of Angst

➭ Warnings/Tags: Cursing, Kinda Sad, Fever Dream

➭ Disclaimer: All members of STRAY KIDS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & crooked-haven)

Word count: 1k

-Y/n's Pov-

"Come on! Die Die Die!" I screamed in excitement while punching the character in front of me. "You're cheating Y/n! Button smashing is an instant L!" Lucas screamed in game rage since I won for the 5th time in a row. "Come on guys, food is here." I shut off the console and got up off of the floor, stretching out my cramps. "What's for dinner Hyunjin?" I say in a yawn. "Pizza, use your eyes." he answers while stuffing his face. I roll my eyes playfully and grab my own slice, meat lovers my favorite. I sit at the kitchen table while everyone eats in silence, it's just us three here since Hyunjin's parents are on a business trip.

Lucas, Hyunjin's 13 year old brother invited me over for some video games and how could I resist? I would get to see my crush, yes it's Hyunjin, we are what you would call, childhood friends. I'm aware that he has a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop me from crushing silently. What's not to like about him? He is charming, funny and sweet, so much more- "Hello???" Hyunjin waves his hand in front of my face and I come back to reality. "What?" I answer while taking another bite of my pizza. "You were drooling!" Lucas says while laughing at me. My face instantly heats up to a dark cherry red and I roll my eyes. "I was not, I was thinking!" I can hear the snickering but I ignore it.

-Time Skip to 9 PM-

"Well now that Lucas is asleep I better go now." I say giving Hyunjin a side hug. I am a little sad to be leaving and part of me wishes he would ask me to stay but I had this gut feeling that he just wasn't going to. He has a girlfriend, he probably wants to call her over instead- "Earth to Y/n!?" I snap back to reality yet again, only to realize that I was staring at Hyunjin. "Is your main hobby just staring at my beautiful face?" He smirks mockingly. I scoff and sigh. "Absolutely not! I was just-" he cut me off. "Thinking, I know." I walked over towards the door. "Nothing wrong with thinking you know."

"I know, but where do you think you're going? I didn't rent a whole movie for you to just not watch it Y/n." I look at him confused as he makes his way over towards me, gently pushing me into the living room. I sit on the couch and ask what he means. "I rented the Avatar 2 for you! You wouldn't shut up about it last week, my poor ears!" He jokes acting hurt. I instantly feel better, I get to watch a 3 hour long movie with my crush, alone! Even though this isn't anything new, it still feels so exciting, but then the sick feeling inside me came back up when I remembered his girlfriend. "I am flattered Hyunjin, I really am but I honestly think you should watch it with Luna.." I say, faking a smile.

He sits next to me and gently grabs my hand, I can feel the heat creeping up to my face again, and he speaks in a low tone. "Me and Luna broke up 3 months ago." I gasp, how could he not tell me this? As much as I was jealous of her place in his life, she was honestly such a great friend. "Why didn't you tell me? What happened?" He looks down, avoiding eye contact before breaking the silence. "Nothing happened I just realized I had feelings for someone else as did she." Yeah that stung, but I can't blame him, the heart wants what it wants. I push his hand off of mine and hug him, a friendly hug. "I am sorry, I hope all goes well with this new one." All hopes I had were thrown down the stairs, but I really can't be mad at him.

As I stand up, he quickly speaks again, making me freeze. "It's you Y/n, it's always been you." I step back, too stunned to speak but quickly punch his shoulder. "That's not a funny thing to joke about! You asshole!" I slam my hands on my hips and he starts laughing. God damn it, I knew it! "Y/n, I'm not joking this time I swear, I really like you." My body relaxes and my eyebrows knit together. "Me? Why me?" He stands up and walks closer towards me, stopping in front of me, reaching out. "Because you're you." Wow the butterflies I feel, I think they're doing summersaults. "So you could say...that I am your crush?" He snorts. "If we were like 12!" I love his sarcasm. "I like you too Hyunjin." He smiles and nods.

"I know, you love staring at me, and besides Lucas told me." "I am going to kill that little gremlin!" "Well before you do, let's make this official." He slides his hand onto my waist and pulls me closer, gently tucking a loose strand of my Y/H/C hair behind my ear. I feel my breath fastening, this is all I have ever dreamed of, it's almost happening! I close my eyes waiting for a kiss. After 2 seconds of nothing, I open my eyes to a pitch black room. I was dreaming the whole time. I glance at my alarm clock and read 4:26 am, god damn it!

End♥︎

A/N-

Sorry for the small heartache I may have caused, I just really like these types of day dreamy stories!

Anyways I hope you all have a fantastic day/night and see you soon don't forget to leave a heart~ <3

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liusheepsheep · 14 days

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Saturday_Drip.mp3 _jaemin x reader_

_It's the 2010's, and you're the fashion director of the rising K-Pop group 'NCT DREAM'. Not only that though, because with time you took a special liking to one of the members, Jaemin, just like he did to you! Good for you guys, wish you the best really._

914 words - pure fluff!! - beta reader? the voices in my head - just a 3 cap series of shenanigans between jaemin and why enn. hope you guys like it !!

chapter i. sip sip it down like smoothieeee

"So?"

"Hmm…."

"Well, do you agree?"

"…No, no I don't"

Jaemin let out a sigh as he turned around to leave the sword on his set, to which you only giggled. It was the third and last day of filming for the Smoothie music video, and it was certainly not any less exhausting than the first day! You were checking for every member's looks in between takes. As part of the creative team, you made it your mission to exude the exact aesthetic you previously discussed with your coworkers and the artists.

Ah yes, the artists. Just now you were fixing Jaemin's hair after his 'fruit fighting' scenes. The CGI was yet to be there for Jaemin to actually cut through anything, but his movements on each take made him look as a true swordsman.

A very peculiar, fashion-student-looking, rosy makeup styled swordsman but one nonetheless! And his hair, don't even mention it. White as snow, complimented him so well. Just now he was trying to convince you of letting his hair fall all over his face instead of the slicked back style you were fixing from the previous scenes. Arguing that "One does not go around fighting on a slick back", and just explaining to him that "It's the whole point of an MV with a production like this one!".

He gave up on his stylistic choices, for now. You are certain that when night comes, both cuddled up in bed, he's gonna take advantage of your sleepy state and coarse you into changing your design choices. But oh, it's only 9:18 a.m, there's plenty time left for him to chase you all around set, like a lost puppy, voicing his opinions about YOUR job. How dare he!

"Would you drink this?"

A couple hours later you found yourself preparing the Dreamies for the last takes of production. As you were fixing his jacket, he was inspecting his cup of black smoothie, mixing it and smelling it with a confused look. "I don't think you guys are supposed to drink it though?" You answer, eyes still fixed on his jacket. He looks at you and leaves the cup to the side, adding almost in a whisper. "I'm not asking you that princess. I'm asking if YOU would drink it"

!!! You gasp and tug on his jacket for him to be more quiet, but he only chuckles. "Na Jaemin we're still on set…" You let go of him and look at the cup, "But it's probably grape juice or something". Jaemin lets out a whine and you can't help but smile at him sheepishly, he takes a quick glance at the rest of the staff, all of them busy with their tasks, to look back at you and cup your face in his hands. "I just can't believe my angel would let me drink suspicious substances! Do you not care for me anymooooore?!"

You cover your mouth to avoid giggling and having others watching, while you slightly push him away, "Oh my gosh, it's not poison! You're ready to go, get in position and you'll be all done. I guarantee you nothing bad's gonna happen".

He gladly lets you manhandle him into the set with the rest of the guys to film their last scene. You stayed in the corner with your coworkers, watching the recording, looking at your man specifically. All that for them to not even drink it…

Everyone was already picking up their stuff, cleaning the sets and all of it's props. Except for you and 6 other people running behind the idols. You caught up to Jaemin before he could start changing to comfier clothes, grabbing his arm and putting his Blackberry in his hand. He turned around and looked at you confused.

"The selfies, silly. Have to snap some pictures."

"Ohh, yeah, that." He smiled and walked with you to a place with good lighting. As he was taking the pictures, trying different angles, he was chatting to you.

"I still find this kind of silly."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"This… photocard thing. I don't know what marketing strategy is this, really. Like just check our socials if you want our photos!"

You shake your head at his reasoning. "I think it's a good move. Girl's Generation did it on their latest record and it seemed like people loved it. It's like collectable goodies!". Jaemin put his phone down while checking the pictures, "Oh yeah? Well I hope you only collect MY goodies then. Even if other artists start doing it as well".

Before you could respond, he grabbed you by the waist and put his phone up, snapping some quick pictures of the both of you, kissing you on the cheek for the last one.

You all finished packing your things and started walking out of the set, asking him about his schedule. "So, how's your agenda for the rest of the week?"

"Hm, just promotions for music shows. Oh, and back to the hair salon"

"Really?! Already?"

"Apparently… we're doing the main issue of i-D magazine, and the hairstylists want us to look different. I'm surprised you didn't talk about this with them."

You thought back about your conversations while working on the designs for the Music Video. "No, they didn't… Sigh, I'll have to check what outfits to give you by then."

He just smiled at you, and you both continued your walk in a comfortable silence.

"Hm… I really liked your white hair Jaem…."

#nct #nct dream #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios

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oneangrykneegremlin · 19 days

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Wade: Hey, Lucas?

Lucas, playing a video game with the squad: What?

Wade: Can I share something with you from earlier today?

Lucas: Wh- what is it, Wade?

Wade: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning.

Lucas: Mhm.

Wade: Because I have to go out of town for a weekend this month. And, so I was like- I won't give specific dates, but I was like, do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or the next weekend?

Lucas: Yeah?

Wade: Your response.

Lucas: [trying not to crack up]

Wade: At 9:30 in the morning.

Wade: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg jesus Christ motherfucking Facebook movie jesus can you believe this shit"

Lucas: [laughing]

Wade: No- no- no punctuation. Random capitalization.

Lucas: You just made me dieeee...

Wade: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now."

Wade: 45 minutes pass. I get a text from you.

Wade: "goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse eisenberg man"

Lucas: [wheezing with laughter]

Wade: I respond "Lucas, you're scaring me." An hour passes-

Wade: You respond, "motherfucking spiderman Spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg"

Wade: "im very tired"

Lucas: [struggling to breathe]

Wade: And- and I'm just like, "No- no worries, Lucas, I'll- I'll do most of the talking at the hangout today-"

Wade: IMMEDIATE, like, response, like I'm talking 5 seconds later,

Wade: "no man ill just talk all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook"

Wade: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later,

Lucas: [falling over with laughter]

Wade: "MARK ZUCKERBERG."

#call of duty #cod vanguard #call of duty vanguard #wade jackson #lucas riggs #cod #vanguard #incorrect quotes #incorrect cod quotes #vanguard incorrect quotes #call of duty incorrect quotes

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soda-n-dinos-andmore · 3 months

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✨I have brain rot✨

so here! Have more incorrect quotes!!! (This time with more blorbos included)

California : sighs I have no friends… Alaska: Alaska: coughs Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

Gov: Hey, Florida? Florida, playing a video game with the squad: What? Gov: Can I share something with you from earlier today? Florida: Wh- what is it, Gov? Gov: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning. Florida: Mhm. Gov: Because I have to go out of town for a weekend this month. And, so I was like- I won't give specific dates, but I was like, do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or the next weekend? Florida: Yeah? Gov: Your response. Florida: trying not to crack up Gov: At 9:30 in the morning. Gov: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg jesus Christ motherfucking Facebook movie jesus can you believe this shit" Florida: laughing Gov: No- no- no punctuation. Random capitalization. Florida: You just made me dieeee… Gov: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now." Gov: 45 minutes pass. I get a text from you. Gov: "goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse eisenberg man" Florida: wheezing with laughter Gov: I respond "Florida, you're scaring me." An hour passes- Gov: You respond, "motherfucking spiderman Spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg" Gov: "im very tired" Florida: struggling to breathe Gov: And- and I'm just like, "No- no worries, Florida, I'll- I'll do most of the talking at the hangout today-" Gov: IMMEDIATE, like, response, like I'm talking 5 seconds later, Gov: "no man ill just talk all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" Gov: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, Florida: falling over with laughter Gov: "MARK ZUCKERBERG."

Washington: Please, California , after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. Washington: I’m sorry California . Washington: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. California : It has to be done. Washington: California : Washington: California : Places +4 Uno.

Massachusetts : Everything’s fine, Maine. New York: Massachusetts , I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- deep inhale ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Maine: H-how do you ask someone out? Louisiana : Well, first- Florida: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Maine: …And you said yes?

Gov: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Nevada: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

#Wttt #wttt alaska #wttt california #wttt gov #wttt new york #wttt florida #wttt louisiana #wttt floui #wttt washington #wttt nevada #wttt massachusetts #wttt maine

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cherrilemon · 9 months

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Cassie: Hey, Gregory?

Gregory, playing a video game: What?

Cassie: Can I share something with you from earlier today?

Gregory: Wh- what is it, Cassie?

Cassie: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning.

Gregory: Mhm.

Cassie: Because I have to go out of town for a weekend this month. And, so I was like- I won't give specific dates, but I was like, do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or the next weekend?

Gregory: Yeah?

Cassie: Your response.

Gregory: *trying not to crack up*

Cassie: At 9:30 in the morning.

Cassie: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg jesus Christ motherfucking Facebook movie jesus can you believe this shit"

Gregory: *laughing*

Cassie: No- no- no punctuation. Random capitalization.

Gregory: You just made me dieeee...

Cassie: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now."

Cassie: 45 minutes pass. I get a text from you.

Cassie: "goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse eisenberg man"

Gregory: *wheezing with laughter*

Cassie: I respond "Gregory, you're scaring me." An hour passes-

Cassie: You respond, "motherfucking spiderman Spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg"

Cassie: "im very tired"

Gregory: *struggling to breathe*

Cassie: And- and I'm just like, "No- no worries, Gregory, I'll- I'll do most of the talking at the hangout today-"

Cassie: IMMEDIATE, like, response, like I'm talking 5 seconds later,

Cassie: "no man ill just talk all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook"

Cassie: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later,

Gregory: *falling over with laughter*

Cassie: "MARK ZUCKERBERG."

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #incorrect fnaf quotes #security breach #security breach ruin #cassie sb #cassie security breach #fnaf cassie #fnaf gregory #gregory sb #gregory security breach #game grumps #mark zuckerberg #arin hanson #daniel avidan

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baby--charchar · 2 months

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Middle!Charlie and the beautiful, gorgeous, oh-so-coveted Pink Hair

Big Charlie thinks appearance is a huge part of business! She wants to look professional and respectable, in order for others (especially Heaven) to start taking her and the hotel seriously. Clean, well-kept hair pulled back, well manicured nails, and of course, her beautiful candy apple red suits, which are dry cleaned and ironed religiously. It's all part of her ✨️brand✨️!

Middle!Charlie? Oh hell no! Her style is just so...different. All the suits and dress shoes just feel so stuffy and old. And Charlie HATES getting stuck in them when she accidently regresses midday.

Actually, clothes were one of the biggest hints that vaggie got that Charlie was regressing into middlespace originally. When she's LITTLE little, it's so obvious. The crying, the clinginess, her fascination with toys and Disney. But middle!Charlie is more subtle. The clothes were the first hint because Charlie just woke up one day complaining how her suits were "gross" and "old looking," but everything from her little wardrobe was "dumb" and "for babies."

Middle Charlie is anywhere from 9 to 13, but usually hovers around the lower range.

She wants to wear bright, cheerful things that match all that energy she has! She's drawn to pastels, neons, and an ungodly amount of glitter. One of her favorite outfits when she's feeling middle is pink leggings with gold foil hearts on them, a bright blue cat ear hoodie, and having her hair half-up in a bunny ear scrunchie.

She's drawn to Angel and Cherri whenever she's in her middle range because they're just so cool! Yeah, they wear really cool outfits and do their make up every night to go party. But beyond that! They just radiate big brother and big sister energy and Charlie ends up following them around the hotel like a little duckling.

She's totally adorable, so they don't have a problem with her sticking around. They know to watch what they say around her; no drug or sex talk when she's around just on principle. No cussing either, but that one's because Vaggie warned them not to. Other than that, they all love music, dancing, karaoke, watching anime, all sorts of fun stuff for a "chill" night in at the hotel.

Cherri especially is like the coolest big sister to Charlie. She teaches her dances from KPOP videos and is always down to do her hair and nails. Charlie admires her a ton, and always mentions how she wishes she could dress like her. Especially her pink hair!!! Middle Charlie is just so obsessed with her ombre pink ponytail!!!

Cherri makes one fatal mistake, one comment that sends Charlie spiraling and Vaggie after her with a pitchfork: "Ya know, you could probably rock some pink too. You probably wouldn't even need to lighten your hair."

"....."

"You could do just the ends, or maybe a little peekaboo in the back?"

Cue the spiraling. Three hours of "Please, please, please, PLEASE!!! PLEASE PINK HAIR?! PLEASE?!" at Daddy and Vaggie. Daddy wasn't sure one way or another, he just hoped this didn't mean a resurgence of the dreaded Emo Phase.

Vaggie put her foot down. "Not tonight, no. We can think about it later. But for now, the answer is no. End of discussion."

Vaggie didn't REALLY have a problem with it. In fact, she thought it'd be cute. But she firmly believes that littles and middles can't be making big choices like that. At the very least, she wanted to hear what Charlie thought about it when she WASN'T regressed.

Of course, this did not sit well with Charlie. "It's not fair!!! I'm not THAT little!!! It's MY hair!!! YOU'RE SO MEAN, VAGGIE!!! YOU NEVER LET ME DO WHAT I WANT!!! UGH!!!" *stomp stomp stomp upstairs*

Vaggie was not even phased, she's used to a little drama from her princessa. She secretly thinks that Charlie uses her as sounding board for all her mommy issues when she's in her middle space. Which is fine, get it all out now and maybe it won't be such a shit show when Lilith actually returns.

ANNNYYYYWAYYYY.........grumpy middle Charlie immediately apologizes when Vaggie gets upstairs and has a big cathartic cry session before passing out for the night.

The next day, Vaggie breaches the topic of dying her hair. Charlie...doesn't know now. Part of her still really wants it....it'd look so cute.....just a little pink. But what about the hotel and heaven? Would people take her seriously with hair like that?

(Vaggie called it. Littles and middles can't be consenting for bigs!)

Charlie thinks on it long and hard. Everytime she regresses she comes back to wanting pink hair. Even baby Charlie reaches for Cherri's pink hair when she sees it! It's just...so cute!

Eventually Big Charlie says, "Screw it, let's do this! I want pink!"

So next time Charlie's middle, Cherri's whipping out the dye, the ratty towels, the gloves, the foils, the brushes and mixing bowl, etc. Girl knows what she's doing!

They decide on peekaboo in the back. That way Charlie can actually get a lot of pink but still hide it easily if she needs to be super professional. Vaggie's there to supervise.

AND CHARLIE LOVES IT!!! Once it's rinsed and dried, she's showing off to anyone who'll listen. "Daddy, look at my hair! Husk, Alastor, look! I got pink hair! Angel, angel, do you see my hair? Look! Cherri did it, she made it pink!!!"

The next morning, Vaggie catches Charlie hovering by the bathroom mirror with a grin, and muttering, "Pink, pink...! Omg...it's really pink!" Vaggie just smirks at her little princessa.

#hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #sfw middle!space #little!charlie #middle!charlie #cg!vaggie #cg!lucifer #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #vaggie #cherri bomb

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harrietbarnesblog · 1 year

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I think (18+)

Masterpost

Masterlist

Pairing: CEO! Chris Evans x reader

Warning: smut, language, pussy slapping, dub-con, video recording (with permission), fucking, no protection is used.

It was so wrong. You were lusting after your boss. But who can blame you, he was handsome as hell. When he makes eye contact with you, you feel like you might drown in his ocean blue eyes.

All your wet dreams were about him. You would think about him while touching yourself. It felt so wrong but not wrong enough to stop yourself from thinking of him.

You watched Chris walk in in his dark blue suit. He nodded at Amanda, the receptionist who greeted him. You handed him a cup of black coffee as you always do. You start to read his schedule for the day.

"You have meetings with the Smiths in 2 hours." You announced as he took his place in his chair.

You placed a set of files in front of him.

"You need to sign these." You said.

"What are these?"

"Documents regarding the two publishing houses you are buying. "

He removed his jacket and hung it in behind his chair. He removed his tie and kept it on his table. He unbuttoned his first two buttons and rolled up his sleeves. He was so fucking hot. You tried your best not to drool.

You bent a bit down to turn the page as he signed. He took sips of his coffee. You felt the room temperature drop.

He placed the emptied cup on the table and closed the pen cap as he finished signing the documents.

You checked the time it was 9:50 am.

"The meeting is in 1 hour. We have to leave so we can reach there in time." You reminded him.

"Okay. " He said, getting up. He adjusted his sleeves and buttoned back his shirt. He took his jacket and tie and put it on.

"Okay?" He asked you, referring to his outfit. You noticed his tie was a bit crooked.

"Umm…it's a bit crooked."

He looked down to check it. Your hands involuntarily went for the tie to fix it. He kept looking at you as you fixed his tie, especially your lips. He was so tempted to kiss you.

"Thanks." He said.

"You are welcome. We should head to the meeting."

You both headed to the meeting. The meeting was pretty boring to be honest. Chris didn't like the idea the client was proposing you could see in his eyes. He was as bored as you. He was scribbling something down on his notes.

"So do we have a deal?" The client asked Chris as he finished his presentation explaining what he had in mind.

"No. I think your plan needs a little more upgrade. It is boring and cliche. Now stop wasting my time. leave." Chris said, and got up from his place. You rolled your eyes at his rudeness. And he noticed it but he pretended like he didn't.he clenched his jaw.

Time passed and the evening had come. You were ready to leave the office and head home.

“y/n.” Chris called out for you.

“ Yes, sir.”

“There is a charity event happening tonight. I want you to accompany me.”

“I have work to do at home.”

“You’ll accompany me as my date. Do as I say or I'll fire you.”

“Okay sir.” you said in defeat. “Motherfucker.” you whispered under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I said okay sir.”

“Good girl. Now go get ready. I'll pick you up from your house around 7pm.”

“Is there any specific dress code for this event?”

“Yeah, wear something black.”

“Okay, I'll see you later.”

As soon as you headed back home you hunted down your closet searching for the perfect dress to wear. You found a dress. It was v necked with a long slit on your left side revealing your leg completely. You picked out a matching pair of footwear for it. 1 hour later you were ready and it was 7.

Just like he said Chris was waiting for you in front of your house with his black rolls- royce ghost.

*chris pov*

Holy fucking shit. Oh my fucking god. Holy mother of jesus. What the shit. How can a person look this damn good? I just love everything about her except for the fact that she is not mine yet. You gotta note the keyword ‘yet’. Cause I'm not going home tonight without making her mine.

y/n looked perfect in that black dress she is wearing right now. I opened the passenger seat door for her and helped her get in. Then I climbed onto the driver seat. I picked out the bouquet of flowers I bought for her and handed it to her. Her face brightened up.

“sir , you didn't have it.”

“Call me Chris. We are not in our workplace anymore.”

“Okay…Chris.”

My hands brushed her leg while I was operating the gear. First time it was an accident but the rest was not an accident at all. She let out gasps each time it happened and I was addicted to the sound of it. I would record and listen to it all day long.

“Chris, stop the car.” y/n said. I pulled the car into a dark street. It was so empty.

“What happened? Are you alright?” I was concerned for her suddenly. Was she not feeling well all of a sudden?

“I’m alright. What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” I'm confused now.

“Yeah, with your whole ‘hand brushing my leg accidently’ thing? What are you doing?” she whispered the last part.

“I don't know. what do you think, y/n?”

“I think you want me, Chris.”

“I think you might be right.” I said , holding her chin while my thumb brushed her lips.

“I think we should kiss then.” she said. We were not in our seats anymore. We were in the backseat making out passionately. She was on lap grinding on my hard on. My hands were gripped tightly on her hips. My lips moved down her neck. She threw back her head, moaning.

I threw her beside me and knelt before her. I spread her legs and pushed her dress aside. She was fucking soaked. She was dripping through her inner.

She lifted her hips making it easier for me to remove her panties. I kept it inside my pocket. I kissed all over her inner thigh. I stroked her wet pussy and watched her whimper under my touch.

“Chris,kiss me.” she moaned in heat.

“No darling. I wanna see you touch yourself.”

“No, I want you to touch me.”

“Please do it for me.”

“Fine.” she said, reaching down but grabbed her hands stopping her.

“Also one more request. I wanna take a video. And I promise it will be safe with me and you if you want. No one will see it.”

“Okay.” she said. I thought she would say no and slap me in the face for asking. But I guess I am a lucky man.

I took my iphone out of my pocket and kept my phone ready. I started the recording as slipped her sleeves off her shoulder revealing her boobs. My fucking god. I want to take those nipples between my teeth and assault it all day long.

She rolled her nipples between her fingers looking straight at the camera and then me. Then she winked at me. And I was done. She wins and I lose. I set the phone down in a way it would cover both of us. I removed my pants half way and pulled out my penis. With no warning I mounted over her and pushed myself into her dripping wet opening.

“Chris, move faster.” she demanded.

The car was filled with her moaning, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping together. The fact the camera was on and recording this whole thing turned me on more than anything.

She finished by coming all over my dick. I was about to pull out.

"Finish inside me. I'm on birth control." She said.

I picked up my pace. Her eyes rolled back. I slapped her pussy hard.

"Aahhh" she moaned in pain and pleasure.

"Why did you do that?"

"For rolling your eyes on me this morning." Her eyes wided. She thought I didn't notice but I noticed every single thing about her.

And I slapped again.

"Fuck what was that for?"

"For calling me a motherfucker."

I filled her inside with my cum. I pulled out of her. I kissed her boobs. I pulled my pants up and zipped it. I kissed her pussy which was now dripping wet from mine and her cum. I licked it clean. She pulled me up and kissed me. She sucked my tongue.

"Oh my my. I like how we taste together." She remarked.

"I know right."

I took the phone and stopped the recording. I took a pic of her boobs and pussy. She put back her dress properly, stealing away her best view from me.

"I would like to have panties back."

I took it out of my pocket and smelled it. She smells divine. I thought of giving it back but not anymore. I put it back inside my pocket.

"You aren't getting it back anytime soon."

"Chris, the panty stealer." She commented, with a fake gasp and laughing. I started laughing along with her.

We got back to our seats. And I started the car. We talked and got to know about each other on our way there. After ½ hour of driving to our destination we reached it.

I got out of the car and opened the door for y/n. She stumbled once she got on her feet. I helped her to stand steadily. We exchanged a mischievous smile. We were having flashbacks of what happened in the car.

We both walked into the party.

"Chris." She whispered looking at the crowd.

"What?"

"Did you lie about the dress code so you could match with me?" I looked down at my black suit and the colorful crowd.

"I think i might've."

We both stared at each other and burst out laughing.

"God, I think I like you so much." She said.

"I think I like you so much too."

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incorrectnessduskwood · 10 months

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MC: Hey, Jake? Jake, playing a video game: What? MC: Can I share something with you from earlier today? Jake: Wh- what is it, MC? MC: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning. Jake: Mhm. MC: Because I have to go out of town for a weekend this month. And, so I was like- I won't give specific dates, but I was like, do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or the next weekend? Jake: Yeah? MC: Your response. Jake: *trying not to laugh* MC: At 9:30 in the morning. MC: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg jesus Christ motherfucking Facebook movie jesus can you believe this shit" Jake: *laughing* MC: No- no- no punctuation. Random capitalization. Jake: You just made me dieeee… MC: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now." MC: 45 minutes pass. I get a text from you. MC: "goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse eisenberg man" Jake: *wheezing with laughter* MC: I respond "Jake, you're scaring me." An hour passes- MC: You respond, "motherfucking spiderman Spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg" MC: Then "im very tired" Jake: *struggling to breathe* MC: And- and I'm just like, "No- no worries, Jake, I'll- I'll do most of the talking at the hangout today-" MC: IMMEDIATE response, like, I'm talking 5 seconds later. MC: "no man ill just talk all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" MC: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later. Jake: *falling over with laughter* MC: "FUCKING MARK ZUCKERBERG."

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messy-dude-who-lives-for-drama · 6 months

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Regulus: Hey, Barty? Barty, playing a video game with the squad: What? Regulus: Can I share something with you from earlier today? Barty: Wh- what is it, Regulus? Regulus: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning. Barty: Mhm. Regulus: Because I have to go out of town for a weekend this month. And, so I was like- I won't give specific dates, but I was like, do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or the next weekend? Barty: Yeah? Regulus: Your response. Barty: *trying not to crack up* Regulus: At 9:30 in the morning. Regulus: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg jesus Christ motherfucking Facebook movie jesus can you believe this shit" Barty: *laughing* Regulus: No- no- no punctuation. Random capitalization. Barty: You just made me dieeee... Regulus: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now." Regulus: 45 minutes pass. I get a text from you. Regulus: "goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse eisenberg man" Barty: *wheezing with laughter* Regulus: I respond "Barty, you're scaring me." An hour passes- Regulus: You respond, "motherfucking spiderman Spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg" Regulus: "im very tired" Barty: *struggling to breathe* Regulus: And- and I'm just like, "No- no worries, Barty, I'll- I'll do most of the talking at the hangout today-" Regulus: IMMEDIATE, like, response, like I'm talking 5 seconds later, Regulus: "no man ill just talk all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" Regulus: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, Barty: *falling over with laughter* Regulus: "MARK ZUCKERBERG."

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xieyaohuan · 7 months

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Public Relations

Cozy Corner Kinktober prompt: Voyeurism

Warnings: voyeurism. I feel like I should add more warnings, but I'm not sure what the right keywords are. So here is your warning for the general disturbingness of the way things are wired in Homelander's brain.

When the first complaints came in, they were considered a bit of a running joke inside the company. For almost three months, each time this came up in a PR meeting, someone would crack a joke along the lines of “Well, he’s just doing what any good hero should do: watching over the citizens of New York,” and everyone would chuckle and move on.

That, at least, was what Madelyn's sources told her later when she made her inquiries.

She had heard rumors that Homelander was doing something that people at the company found amusing, but it seemed harmless enough, no more than the usual gossip mill, really, so she didn't bother asking for details.

That was a mistake, of course. As always with these kinds of things, at some point, the right person picked up the phone, bumping it up the chain of command. By the time Stan Edgar decided to inform Madelyn that there was a problem, it had been escalated to the board.

At first, Madelyn didn't want to believe it. “He’s doing what?”

Mr. Edgar simply handed her a USB drive. “We’ve been tracking him for months now. He’s discreet enough 90% of the time, but he’s been spotted more than once.”

Madelyn stared at the flash disc in her hand. “How bad is it?”

“We’re sorting out social media as we speak, but I’m going to be honest with you, we barely managed to keep the footage off the 9 PM news. You’re going to have to take action, Madelyn, and fast. We can’t keep having these complaints or someone in this city is going to run on an anti-Vought platform next election cycle.”

That was almost certainly an exaggeration. Still, Madelyn sees his point when she watches the footage. It’s disturbing. It has to stop.

She brings it up the next time Homelander barges into her office unannounced. It’s a bad habit he’s picked up lately, and she hates it with a passion. If this will help discourage him, all the better.

“You’ve been outside the Tower a lot lately.”

“Mh-mhm,” he says. “Yeah. That's right. You told me to go out more. Make some friends. Right? I’ve been making friends. You were right. Having friends is great. Turns out I really like having friends.”

“I see.” She’s not offended he’s trying to spin this into a win, just that his attempt is so crude. But she also has to be careful how she phrases the next part. “Listen. I don’t want to pry. But it seems you’ve been doing some things that are… unsettling to people.”

“Mh-mhmm.” He nods, but the artificial smile has dropped off his face. “Like what?”

Wordlessly, Madelyn presses the remote control of her TV. The video is dark because it was taken during the middle of the night, but the camera has unmistakably captured a person hovering in the air. The number of supes who could do that for hours on end is already limited, but as if that wasn’t enough, the US flag cape floats into vision each time a gust of wind lifts it. It’s Homelander, fifty feet above the ground, his eyes glowing slightly every once in a while in an otherwise expressionless face, staring intently at the brick wall of someone's Upper Westside home. (It would be less disturbing if he was peeking through the window, she thinks.)

When he starts rubbing himself through his pants, Madelyn turns the TV off. It only gets worse from here; she really doesn't have to watch again. She has no clue who lives behind those walls and what they’re doing, though she can take a good guess.

“I think you get the picture.”

Homelander doesn’t say anything.

“This was sent to us anonymously,” she continues. That’s a lie. People did film him, that was what started this whole mess with the board. But this here is Vought’s very own footage, captured by one of its many panoramic cameras spread across the City. But their mere existence is on a need to know basis, and Homelander most certainly does not need to know the company has been using them to track him. “It goes on for 75 minutes.” Only because the full 8 hour footage the panorama camera captured didn’t fit on the drive, but Homelander doesn’t need to know that, either. “Do you have anything to say?”

“It’s not illegal!” He counters. It’s the latest line he’s been trying on her whenever she finds fault with something he’s doing, and it’s annoying Madelyn more than she cares to admit. But his face has turned red, and he knows he’s in trouble.

“It is, actually,” she says. “It is quite illegal to masturbate in public.” She puts the remote down. “But that’s not the point. What it is is damaging. It’s damaging to you, damaging to the Seven, and it’s very damaging to the company.”

He doesn’t try to talk back this time — dismiss her concern or argue about the definition of public and whether fifty feet up in the air counts, as she feared he might. Instead, he’s just standing there, biting his lip, avoiding her gaze.

“I thought we were over this,” Madelyn says, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “You’d been so good lately. Listening to me, always. I thought I could trust you. And then you go and harm us like this.”

His arms are locked behind his back, his nose twitching as he’s struggling not to cry in front of her. She knows each word she’s saying stings like a lash would an ordinary person, the pain building, until finally, he bursts into tears. She could read him the comments under one of the videos Vought just managed to have removed from V-Tube, but she can tell that won’t be necessary.

“Come here.” She pats her lap, and after brief hesitation, he kneels down in front of her, resting his head on her knees. She runs her hand through his hair, tracing his ears with her fingertips before settling on softly scratching his scalp.

Earlier, she was afraid he would protest, maybe argue with her, deny what he did, but as long as she keeps scratching his head, he stays quiet, content, rubbing his face against her skirt, breathing in her scent.

“Promise me,” Madelyn says. “Promise me you won’t do this again. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I can get it for you. If you want a girlfriend, I’ll find you a nice, young woman your age. You don’t have to watch other people through the walls. I’ll make sure you have everything you need. I’ll take good care of you.”

As if to emphasize her words, she bends down to place a kiss on his cheek.

She can feel him shudder in her lap, but he knows it’s the end of their routine. He takes another deep, long breath as if he could somehow conserve the moment in his lungs.

“We’re issuing a statement,” she says as he gets to his feet. “Letting the public know you’ve been helping the FBI with a drug investigation.”

“Thank you, Madelyn. Thank you for always looking out for me.”

“We’re also telling the public that the investigation is over. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

He’s almost at her door when he turns around, a curious look on his face. “Did you know that babies don’t eat like we do?”

“Yes. Yes, Homelander.” Madelyn sighs. He’s been obsessed with babies lately. It’s an obsession she finds puzzling and irritating in equal parts. “Babies don’t eat solid food like us. They drink milk. They should have taught you that as part of your general curriculum in the lab.”

“Of course.” He waves his hand at her dismissively. There’s a smile, just for a fraction of a second. “What I mean is, they don’t eat three meals per day, like we do. They feed every hour or so. Some of them even stay latched on to their mother’s breasts all night long. They don’t really drink the whole time, you know. I guess they just like the feeling of having something in their mouth.”

“Yeah,” Madelyn says, impatient to get him out of her office. Now that this is settled, she can get back to work. “I suppose they do.”

He’s about to open his mouth again, but Madelyn knows how to shut him down. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” She smiles. He knows her impatient smile.

He hesitates for a second, then shakes his head.

Madelyn nods approvingly. “Alright. And remember, whatever you need, I can get it for you. All you have to do is ask.”

Madelyn sits back down behind her desk as he waves goodbye and stumbles out of her office.

Homelander is long gone by the time his last words fully sink in and she has to pause her typing because she’s suddenly feeling sick to her stomach. She can’t even say what exactly it is that she finds so disturbing about what she just realized. After all, it doesn’t really matter who’s behind that wall and what they are doing, whether they’re having sex or feeding a baby. All that matters is what gets caught on camera. Still. She's going to have to get ahead of this one this time.

She picks up the phone and calls 82.

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talon-the-hawk · 7 months

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Incorrect One Piece Quotes

Franky: Coca Cola is a health potion, Pepsi is a mana potion. Chopper: What’s grape soda? Franky: It’s fucking purple baby!!!

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Usopp: I failed my safety training course today. Nami: Why, what happened? Usopp: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" Nami: And? Usopp: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

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Nami to Usopp : First rule of battle, Usopp... don’t ever let them know where you are. Luffy, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Nami: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

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Luffyi: Nami , I want a bedtime story! Nami : I’m busy, Luffy. I’ll tell you one tomorrow. Luffy: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! Nami : Once upon a time, there was a person named Luffy, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the brig for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. Luffy: I don’t like these stories with morals.

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Chopper: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Luffy: They do. Usopp: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Roger: How many children do you have? Whitebeard: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference

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Zoro: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

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Marco: Yesterday, I overheard Haruta saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Ace replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Sabo: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Ace: ...

Luffy: ...

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Ace: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt? Whitebeard: Whitebeard: Why are you eating dirt? Ace: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Marco: Hey, Ace? Ace, playing a video game with the squad: What? Marco: Can I share something with you from earlier today? Ace: Wh- what is it, Marco? Marco: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning. Ace: Mhm. Marco: Because I have to go out of town for a weekend this month. And, so I was like- I won't give specific dates, but I was like, do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or the next weekend? Ace: Yeah? Marco: Your response. Ace: *trying not to crack up* Marco: At 9:30 in the morning. Marco: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg jesus Christ motherfucking Facebook movie jesus can you believe this shit" Ace: *laughing* Marco: No- no- no punctuation. Random capitalization. Ace: You just made me dieeee... Marco: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now." Marco: 45 minutes pass. I get a text from you. Marco: "goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse eisenberg man" Ace: *wheezing with laughter* Marco: I respond "Ace, you're scaring me." An hour passes- Marco: You respond, "motherfucking spiderman Spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg" Marco: "im very tired" Ace: *struggling to breathe* Marco: And- and I'm just like, "No- no worries, Ace, I'll- I'll do most of the talking at the hangout today-" Marco: IMMEDIATE, like, response, like I'm talking 5 seconds later, Marco: "no man ill just talk all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" Marco: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, Ace: *falling over with laughter* Marco: "MARK ZUCKERBERG."

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