#I have to wake up super early tomorrow and can't sleep
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edgygayguy · 3 months ago
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What if in 1999 the hex are trapped in a time loop of infinite new year's eve and we free them from the Indifference with the power of love (new year's kiss)
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luvyeni · 2 years ago
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hiiiii! your perv!nct series is on point!
can I request the “8th member of Dream”, but this time each member finds themselves in the readers bed at their shared dorm?
for instance, mark knows the reader doesn’t like Thunder, so he sleeps in her bed with her but his hands have to be down her pajama shorts. something like that.
Thank you, I’m super excited to see your take on this.
—{🎂}8TH MEMBER SHARING THE BED; W/ NCT DREAM
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pairings. OT7!dreamies x 8TH!member
wc. 1k
warnings. fingering, unprotected sex, oral (both. recieving) , cockwarming , doggystyle, mutual masturbation, breeding kink (haechan ik i can't help it),
synopsis. different scenarios where the dreamies end up your bed in your dorm.
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—{🍰}... MARK ⋮ thunderstorms !
the moment he heard the thunder , he knew you were probably up , so he made his way to your room.
he knocked on your door , opening the door when he heard you whimpering. "you okay , love." he saw your shaking body , climbing into the bed with you , pulling you close to him. "it's okay love , i got you." he rubbed your stomach , his hands slowly inching into your sleep short , rubbing lightly on your clit. "m..mark." you moaned. "shh baby, just let me make you feel good." his fingers , slowly slid into your hole. "so tight , clenching around my fingers." you bit your lip to contain your moans , so the others won't wake up. "pretty baby was scared by the storm , i got you pretty , go a head and cum on my fingers." you covered your face in the pillow as you came on his fingers. "oh fuck , mark , please."
"what do you want now love, you want me to fuck you , keep you full to distract you from the thunder?"
—{🍰}... RENJUN ⋮ waking you up in the morning !
renjun knew no one else in the entire dorm could wake you up like he could , that's why he did it every morning.
he opened the door to your room , closing the door. "come on it's time to get up." he shook your body , you pushed him off you , groaning. "too early." he sighed , knowing what would easily wake you up. sliding , the blanket off your body , spreading your legs , climbing on your bed to slot himself in between them. "look at these shorts , i can see the outline of your pussy babe." he said to himself , pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. he came face to face with your heat , kitty licking your clit , making you stir. "come on baby , get up." he licked a stripe up your cunt , messily eating your cunt , your eyes opened , grabbing his hair , "r..renjun , please im gonna cum." your legs closed around his head , as you came on his tongue , he pulled away , his lips covered in your essence.
"im waking you up earlier tomorrow so i can fuck you afterwards."
—{🍰}... JENO ⋮ bad dreams !
he heard your whimpering on the other side of the wall , knowing you had a nightmare, he made his way to you.
he didn't bother knocking , opening your door , making his way into your bed. "j..jeno?" you sniffled , his whole body engulfed yours , pulling you close to him , your face in his chest. "i know baby , i heard you crying , did you have another bad dream?" you nodded. "y..yes." he kissed the top of your head. "it's okay love , you want me to fix it , we have a schedule tomorrow and we can't have you all sleepy." you nodded , he pulled away for a second , pulling his cock out from his pajamas , pulling your shorts to the side , rubbing his tip up and down your folds , before sliding all the way in , but not moving , cockwarming. "j..jeno , so full."
"good girl , just warm my cock , and go back to sleep."
—{🍰}... HAECHAN ⋮ sex !
you and haechan don't beat around the bush when he comes into your room late at night, you both want each other.
"ha..haechan." you moaned as he fucked you. "you gotta be more quiet if you don't want them to hear how much of a slut you are." he smirked when you clenched around him. "baby when i get to this room you're mine , and i don't like to share what's mine." he sped up his pace. "you can fuck them all don't care." he trusted deeply into you , hitting that one spot , that made your mouth drop open. "but i know none of them can fuck you like i can." you felt your orgasm approaching. "im gonna cum." you moaned out. "go a head and cum , cum on my cock." you held your mouth to keep you from screaming as you came. haechan came shortly after , painting your walls white.
"they can't fuck you like i can."
—{🍰}... JAEMIN ⋮ "friendly" cuddles !
jaemin your designated cuddler when you don't have a schedule or something you two are often "cuddling" in your room.
"that's it baby , stroke my cock." his hand found it's way into your pants , sliding his finger into your cunt , both of you getting each other off. "so wet and messy baby." he added another finger , speeding up his process, so you sped up your movements , stroking his cock even faster. "fuck baby." he groaned , using the pad of his thumb to rub on your clit. "im gonna cum." you whimpered, squeezing the base of his cock. "sh..shit me too." you both moaned as you both came at the same time.
"turn on your side love , i need to be inside you. "
—{🍰}... CHENLE ⋮ sleepover !
since chenle doesn't live in the dorms he often comes over to have "sleepovers" in your room.
chenle pushed inside of you from behind. "fuck , chenle!" you bit down on his pillow as his hips rutted against your ass. "fuck arch your back some more." he pushed down on your back , hitting a different angle like that. "oh fuck , you're so deep." you moaned as he fucked into you faster. "who wouldn't thought our sweet little _ likes having her back blown out by her own members , look at you all fucked out." he groaned against your ear , biting your shoulder. "ch..chenle im gonn- not yet." he yanked your hair.
"we have off tomorrow im fucking you until you can't walk."
—{🍰}... JISUNG ⋮ watching a movie !
watching different movies in your room became a thing you and jisung do every week after all your schedules.
jisung's head was thrown back against the headboard , the movie long forgotten as your mouth swallowed around his cock. "oh fuck you took me all the way." you hummed around his cock , pulling off , just sucking on his tip to tease him. "no..no teasing." he gritted his teeth, making your hair into a make-shift ponytail, pushing you all the way back down on his cock. "fuck your throat is squeezing my cock im gonna -fuck- im gonna cum , im gonna cum down your throat." he held your head down, you breathed through your nose as he came , pulling you off his cock , breathless and still hard as he pulling you up into his lap.
"i want you to ride my cock now."
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©️LUVYENI
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webslingingslasher · 10 months ago
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Not to be annoying but I rlly hope u write some kind of blurb for the jealous frat!Peter when someone flirts w reader after they are officially boyfriend girlfriend bc u wanna assess what kind of relationship they'll have after all the emotional trauma and angstttttt (idk if u got my first ask though)
*cleaning out my inbox*
kisses scattered across your face woke you up, hair tickled your nose, and you showed you were awake by lightly pushing on peter’s shoulder. it's just too early.
'can't snooze me, trouble. you're the one that told me to wake you up.' another round of kisses, your wake up call isn't that terrible. 'c'mon, up and at 'em. you've got a midterm to study for, leslie's waiting for you.'
his reasoning doesn't make you move any quicker, it was on leslie for choosing saturday morning as peak study time. you weren't even able to hang at the party last night, instead you hunkered down in peter's room and lightly woke when he crawled into bed around one to tug you into his side.
'it's so early.' peter pouts against your cheek, 'you'll survive. you've been putting in overtime this week. i swear that you've hung out with leslie everyday.' it's true, and like peter said before your first study session 'you'll feel your brain grow, super proud of you.' there's no question you'll ace the midterm.
'promise me you'll let me sleep in tomorrow?' a flurry of kisses, you savor them, you know it's the last attack of the day. 'you got it.'
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peter thought you could use a little pick me up, so, he gladly walked into the library doors with your favorite fast food. it might've been slightly selfish, because he knows he just won himself some brownie points.
it took him a minute, but he found you. back in the study section, lightly kicking your feet under the table. you were nodding your head while chewing on the end of your pen, peter's heart picked up; he couldn't wait to see the look on your face.
you laugh, he smiles. peter moves around a bookcase and comes to a sudden stop. sitting right next to you, was a guy. he had your total attention, no other sign of people around you, peter couldn't even try to pretend it had turned into a last minute group session.
peter finds it hard to swallow, it's not that you're not allowed to hang out with guys, it's the fact that you lied about it. was there ever a leslie, or was it code for this guy the whole time?
the answer will be in your reaction, and he's about to catch you. you don't see him coming, your eyes flash to the bag on the table then to the hand setting it down. you almost burst at the seams, a surprise visit and your favorite food.
'peter!' you wince at your tone, a nasty look from the table next to you gets a silent apology. 'what are you doing here?' you're already digging through the bag, you miss the inspection he's doing on your study partner. you also miss the way he's avoiding peter's eyes.
'just wanted to say hi,' you chew on a fry and hold your mouth closed while you pucker, a chaste kiss. 'hi.' you swallow and tap on the arm next to you, peter follows the motion closely. 'have you met peter yet?'
'uh, no.' he scoots closer to the table, you shrug and look up at peter. he has his focus on leslie, it seems more intimidating than friendly. when your study buddy looks to you for help, peter loses it.
'trouble? wanna come talk to me for a minute?' you frown, your fries are at the perfect temperature. 'but, you-' the look in peter's eyes tells you he isn't playing, a sense of urgency has you scooting your chair back.
the second you're ducked behind a shelf, it spits out. 'who the fuck is that?' peter's tone has you drawing your head back, it's sudden and aggressive. 'who, leslie?' he laughs, 'nice try, who is he?'
it feels accusatory, you take a slight step back. 'that's leslie, peter.' he snorts, 'and you left out the fact he's a guy?' the reason for his sudden change makes you feel dirty, you don't like how he's directing his words.
'i didn't feel like it had to be spesified.' peter nods sarcastically, 'so i tell you i'm hanging out with... jordan, and i've been around them for hours a day, for the entire week then you find out it's a chick and you wouldn't mind? not even a little bit?'
'it depends on what you're doing with her.' a dry laugh, 'you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing with that name shit. don't stand here and tell me i'm the idiot.'
he's making you feel sad, you don't understand how peter could think of you like that. 'i don't understand why you're so upset.' peter tugs at his snapback, scratching at his curls, he replaces it.
'because you're my fucking girlfriend.'
your arms cross, 'so i can no longer hang out with any other guy?' maybe you were being a little difficult, but he's the one that implied you were cheating, or at the very least capable of it.
'jesus christ, that's what you jump to? no, honey-' the name sounded sour, '-it's the fact that you knew i'd think he was a girl and you didn't try to change that.'
'i don't see why it matters.' peter feels like he's talking in circles and he really wants to break from the conversation because he can feel his frustration building, he's about to start saying things he'll regret.
'it doesn't!' you pull on his arm with wide eyes, your head spins to look around. peter brings himself to a whisper shout, 'it doesn't fucking matter, but it starts to matter when you lie to me.'
'don't make it seem like i'm cheating on you.' you tried to ease him down, like the two had nothing in common. it was the wrong choice of words, a fire blazed in peter's eyes. you stepped back when peter pointed a finger at you, for once, he's making you feel really small.
'you're the one who brought up cheating. go back to your fucking friend, i'm done.'
you try to grab onto his wrist, but peter shakes you off like you're nothing. 'peter,' he has no interest in what you have to say, you can't follow him, he's too quick. 'peter!'
when he's out of sight you look down at the ground and sigh. peter was right, you knew what you were doing by alluding to the fact leslie was a girl. and peter doesn't care when you hang out with other guys, but because you left that part out, you've been lying by omission and it makes everything seem worse than it is.
you just don't know what he meant by 'i'm done,' and you really hope it just pertains to the conversation. either way, you shuffle back to your table with a tail between your legs and hope to god peter would let you apologize.
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gentle knocks at the frat door, you were scared that if you gave peter a heads up, he'd bolt.
'uh oh, you're in trouble.' ethan has a smug look, it tells you that he's been preparing for you to show up. 'how much?' you need to know your chances before you can think of your plea bargain.
ethan wavers, 'he was... upset.' you hold your face between your hands as you slide in, mumbling out a 'fuck,' before building confidence to move up the stairs.
you lightly tap on your boyfriend's door, when there's no response you slowly twist the door knob. peter's lying on his bed, ankles crossed while a book covers his face.
'peter?' the door clicks shut. you timidly step forward, 'petey?' nothing from him, just a slight adjustment and he's back to reading. 'did we break up?'
the book drops, you're looking right at him. 'no, we didn't break up.' you can breathe a little bit better even if he went back to glaring at words, the main anxiety was flushed. 'okay, good.' you reach the end of his bed, rubbing at his shin you try to soften him up.
'i love you.' peter has a very unimpressed glance when you capture his total attention by taking a seat, pushing into his thighs. 'i don't know why i didn't tell you leslie was a guy, i mean, i honestly forgot but when you started saying she... i didn't correct you.' your fingers twiddle with the band of his watch, 'and i don't know why, i guess i wasn't thinking about it like that. but yeah, i'd feel a bit cheated if you did the same to me.'
'you keep saying cheat.'
cheating is almost number one in things you should never do to your partner, but for some reason, it really hits something in peter. just saying the word, out of context, has him pulling from your touch.
'peter, c'mon, stop it. you know what i mean. i'd never, ever cheat on you. i love you too much. i was on the spot and i thought you were implying i was cheating, and i was trying to say i wasn't cheating but then i think you took that as a guilty conscious coming forward and admitting i was cheat-'
'please stop saying cheating. please.'
you hold your mouth shut, a sheepish look crosses over your face. 'sorry.' it comes out as a mumble, it's an uncomfortable silence. you don't really know what to say, or do. you smash repetitive clicks on the side button of peter's watch, when you take a peek, he's watching your hands.
you're really trying, but you need to wash away any idea of it from his head. 'it's just that i never want you to think i'm cheating-' you're shocked into silence when peter rips his arm from you.
'fucking quit it with the cheating, trouble.' you open and close your mouth like a guppy, nothing sounds right. 'i know you don't like it, but i just need you to know that me hiding that leslie was a guy didn't mean i was trying to-'
'say cheat one more time, i fucking dare you.'
you stay silent. 'i don't know how to fix it, peter. i'm sorry i lied, and i’m sorry i keep saying the 'c' word.' you jump at peter's stage claps, you never knew how sarcastic a noise could sound.
'there we go! that was hard, huh?' it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, you frown at him. 'you don't need to be so condescending.' peter snorts, 'and you don't need to be lying about girls who are guys that wanna fuck you.'
you freeze on the spot, pushing the words out like they'll make you puke if you think too hard about them. 'leslie doesn't want to fuck me.' peter nudges your back with his knee, 'you're cute.'
you shake your head, 'i mean it. he knows you're my boyfriend, i talk about you all the time.'
'that's so cute, you're so cute.' you push his arm, 'i mean it, peter! i promise he wants nothing to do with me, he even told me he likes someone else.'
peter plays along for the sake of it, 'oh, yeah? he does? let me guess... it's someone you know.' you light up, 'yes! he wouldn't tell me if we were friends, but he said i know her!'
'right, right. and she's super pretty, right? maybe a little outgoing?' it's impressing how well peter knows this. 'yes-' peter keeps going, 'maybe intimidating because she'd never notice him? and how she might not be into a guy like him?'
peter's ticked every single box; your eyebrows furrow, a supercut of every moment you've had with your study partner runs through your mind. you see where you've been dumb on hints, and how you very much are... the girl you know.
'and that might be because she...' you fill in the blanks with shame, 'has a boyfriend.' it's muttered in a deep tone, pitch mocking peter's next words.
a brew of frustration, not on peter, but on men in general. you can't even study without being hunted? and why the fuck does peter know the game so well?
'this is bullshit! what the fuck is your problem?' you stand and glare down at peter, demanding him to answer on behalf of the world's male population. peter holds a hand on his chest, 'what the fuck is my problem? i don't know, what did i do?'
'you!' you point at him, again, a placeholder for all feminine rage. 'you fucking- you're a... you're a man and you suck and why am i constantly fucking sexualized? all i wanted-' you suck in for air, you don't know why you feel a lump in your throat, is this something really worth crying over? yes.
'all i wanted was a friend.' no tears, you're full of anger again. who does that to a person? 'and the whole time i'm being baited? i just wanted to pass my fucking class, peter! i wanted to do it without your help and the second i don't have a fucking man tied to my hip, i'm being plotted against?'
'trouble,' peter's heart hurts and you can hear it.
'no! it's so unfair, and it's unfair that you'll never understand it. it's unfair that i have to live my entire life afraid of what's behind my shoulder. it's unfair that i can't be left alone. even when i make it clear i already have the person i want. it's just-'
you sink next to peter, he sits up to hug you. 'unfair. it's really, really unfair and i'm sorry i can't relate or understand. i'm sorry you thought you had a friend, i'm sorry you feel like you can't relax, and i'm sorry i rubbed it in your face.'
he did rub it in your face.
'you have plenty of guy friends with good intentions that would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. that includes calling out other guys that may not have them, but i could've been nicer. i'm sorry i'm just a man sometimes. i'll work on it, i promise.'
you melt into his touch, peter is very much just a man sometimes. but he's your man and always good at calling himself out when he needs it. 'is that why you thought i cheated on you?'
'the next time you say cheat, you owe me twenty bucks.' you ignore the quip, 'is it?'
peter scoffs as he rubs your back. 'i didn't think you were cheating, trouble. i was upset that my girlfriend was lying about who she was hanging out with.' a slew of kisses to your hairline follow.
'and maybe a little jealous.' you laugh, there's nothing for him to be jealous over, but he's super serious and pulls away to cup your face so you're looking right at him. 
'because you're my baby, and i need it to stay that way.'
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goldenlikedayl1ght · 9 months ago
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more sassy/flirty matt, possibly college era/study setting ?
//as someone dealing with college right now.... absolutely, i love college era matt. he's my one and only.
You have been studying for twelve hours.
You started your studying around one in the afternoon, and kept working on various assignments until around four, and then you locked in for your hardest class of the semester, American Judiciary Systems. It was just an intense amount of memorization, and you were going crazy.
When you started working, you were doing a good job; You made sure to keep drinking water, you were taking breaks! But somewhere along the way you started to slip on those habits. Maybe it happened after grabbing dinner with your boyfriend and his roommate, but before you got too comfortable on their dorm room floor.
And Matt was mad at you for it.
Okay, mad is a strong word.
But he's frustrated that you won't take care of yourself. He's a hypocrite for it, but he is. So, around one thirty in the morning, he pulls the textbook you're taking notes from out from beneath your heavy arms.
"Hey!" You whine, and Foggy, studying for the same midterm, picks his head up, and in his desirously tired state, tilts his head in confusion.
"You need to sleep." Matt tells you, and you scoff, before reaching for the book. Matt easily pulls it out of your way.
"That's easy for you to say! You took the midterm this morning and probably did amazing!"
"No, I took the midterm yesterday. And you both need to sleep, because if you don't, you'll fail the midterm anyways."
You roll your eyes and reach to your left to grab an unopened energy drink. Matt is quicker than you and snatches it away. In your sleep deprived state, you don't question how a blind man knew where the drink was.
"And no more energy drinks!" he demands. "It'll cause you to crash eventually. Then you'll sleep right through your alarm, and again, fail the midterm anyways." He reminds.
He would never let you or Foggy sleep through your alarm and miss the test, but right now his quest is to get you to sleep.
"Fine, no more energy drinks, but Matt, seriously, I need to--"
"You need to sleep!"
"Ugh!" You groan. You'd be embarrassed of yourself if you weren't so tired. Then, your head tilts back a bit and a yawn escapes your list.
"See! You yawned! Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed." He demands. You shake your head.
"Can't." You yawn again. "Professor Aelwyn will have my ass." You hum. Matt moves around you and sits behind you, so your back is against his chest. His hands rub up and down your arms as he begins to speak,
"I'll wake you up early enough to grab breakfast, and then I'll help you guys do your last-minute cramming. But I'm serious, I'm worried you'll push yourself over the edge." Then, Matthew plays dirty. "Come on, baby," He begins to kiss your shoulders, and then your neck. "Come to bed."
"You two are gross." Foggy declares as he stands up, stretching out. He takes one last glance over his notes and then begins to clean up. "But unfortunately, dude is right. There's nothing we're gonna learn in the next half hour before we fall asleep that we can't learn tomorrow."
"My point exactly!" Matt hums. You sigh deeply, your hands coming up to your face and rubbing your eyes. Bed does sound nice... And Matt is always super warm.
"Fine." You grumble, leaning forward to clean up your notes. Then, Matt gets up and holds his hands out for you, and you take them, before he pulls you up off his floor. You groan at the pain from sitting on that damned floor and he sighs.
"I know, baby." He hums, and then leads you over to his bed. You hear Foggy's snores from behind you but you just barely manage to change into pajamas.
Then, you crawl into bed, cuddling up to Matt. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, legs laid over his. Then, you sit up to double check that you've set three alarms, and that Matt's is also set.
He pushes your head back so that your face is against his neck again.
"Get some sleep, sweetheart."
"G'night, Matty."
He presses a kiss to your head, knowing you already have this text in the bag. He only falls asleep when he hears your breathing study and your heartbeat slow. His fingers gently comb through your hair, and as he drifts off, you begin to dream of running away from College, New York and everything else with your boyfriend, the first person who has ever truly loved you without any familial or platonic obligation.
You won't. You'll pass the midterm with him, pass all your finals, graduate and pass the bar together.
But it's nice to dream about for a moment. Luckily for you, Matt always makes reality just as lovely as your dreams.
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monstercampus · 10 months ago
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Harpy Professor - First Meeting
(cws: slight alcohol mention, brief lewd references)
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Last night was a mess. Priam had been out all night partying with his friends, while Antón had been rage-cleaning the apartment in a frenzy in order to have everything spotless before the first day of term. The two of them you've gotten used to, of course, but their habits still tick you off when you're not in the mood to deal with them. Priam's drunken stumble back into the dorm at 4 AM didn't help either, as your vampiric roommate got into an argument with him over leaving the living room a mess. Exams have been over for weeks, and yet the two of them still find stupid things to fight about in the heat of the moment.
And you were left to endure it as best you could, your pillow clamped over your ears for half the night and your blanket pulled down over your feet by your shadow friend–who also seemed to be quite frustrated by your other tenants and their noise, trying vainly to block out the light and seal your door in his mist to try and muffle the ruckus. Either way you weren't going to sleep, not well, so now you've stepped into your first class of the new semester with bags under your eyes and half your school supplies forgotten. Just get through it today. Tomorrow will be better.
First on the roster this morning is Monster-Human Relations–a class you knew would be small, but not this small, with barely ten or so seats filled so far in the mid-sized lecture room. There's only about five rows of staggered desks on a slope anyways, with a curved, connected desk to separate the section from the front of the class and the podium. And you're a few minutes early, so you anticipate there'll be more students filing in as they wake up from their respective hangovers or hangovers-by-association, like yourself. Being an advanced class, though, it's not going to be much bigger than this. The only reason you're even taking this class was because the professor made a request for your attendance, and gave you special permissions to attend based on your unique species allocation. And lo and behold, even so, there's a face you recognize right as you walk in the door, his piercing eyes perking up as he lifts his head at the sound of your footsteps. It's Nick. Gods you are glad to see him. He peers at you through a few loose strands of dark hair, and at the sight of you a smile flashes across his face.
"Hey," He brightens up, pulling on the back of the chair beside him to offer you a seat. "Didn't know you were in this class too." He chuckles, though your look of relief doesn't seem to entertain him enough not to notice the weight of weariness you carry in your slumped shoulders. You're quick and eager to drop your bag on the table and slide into the chair, but Nick's worry stops you in your tracks. "What's up, buttercup? You look exhausted. Why aren't you in bed?"
"Roommates kept me up," You sigh, flipping open the lip of your bag to pull out your laptop. "But I'm okay. Can't miss the first class, anyways."
"Of course you can." Nicky's grin returns as you hoped it would, but it's gentler this time. "Besides, Wellwright's a big puffball. You can pretty much do whatever you want in his classes."
"I don't wanna be rude."
"You don't have a rude bone in your body." He's not flippant about it, but he does avert his eyes as he makes his comment–although it could just be because he's scribbling the date and the course number down in his thick notebook. "Wellwright's a super sweet guy, he was my mentor in Commonspeak class. He'll love you."
"You took Commonspeak?"
"Sure did." Those pearly teeth make an appearance as he chuckles, pride swelling his chest. "Barely spoke a word when I got here. Now I'm the most voracious person you probably know."
"Voracious?" You laugh, and he joins you, though as uplifting as it is it doesn't last for very long. You're grateful for it even so, your chuckling devolving as more people filter in and drawing to a close as the door to the classroom nearly slams off the hinges.
One moment of peace turns into chaos like the flip of a light switch, a pair of huge, strong wings entering the room with a scraggly, rough-looking man stumbling in alongside them. A tornado of feathers seems to cascade over the front of the room, flying off and whipping up with the breeze as those enormous wings flap and fold in an attempt to keep their host on his feet. Both you and Nick have to grab hold of your notebook and laptop respectively just so they don't fly off the table.
"My apologies!" He squawks, arms full of books and papers that also seem to be flying everywhere as he makes his way to his desk. You spare a glance over Nick's shoulder as he checks his watch, to which he taps and mouths "late" to you to elicit another giggle.
Raven Wellwright, a harpy of considerable acclaim, is definitely a name you've heard beyond the professor hastily scribbling it up on the whiteboard. Not only is he one of very, very few male harpies known to the world, but he's also very conveniently one of a handful of experts on the field of monster and human cooperation. He's penned a library of papers, articles, and books on the subject, won awards for his aid in developmental projects and awareness campaigns, and he's even been the first monster to be welcomed into a previously human-exclusive collegiate of considerable prestige. He's a rarity in all senses of the word…a rarity that's molting his feathers all over his desk, sweat gathering at his collar as his short waves of strawberry-blond locks falling haphazardly back into place while he shuffles around.
"Right!" He bellows out to the three-quarters-empty classroom, the tak tak of his papers hitting the podium echoing off the walls like glass marbles. "What was I saying?"
"You haven't started yet, professor." Nick calls out, and although it's certainly an awkward air in the room the harpy seems somewhat relieved that he hasn't already forgotten what just came out of his mouth.
"Right, thank you Nicholas. Nicholas!" He suddenly bursts into a frenzy, a smile plastered over his glowing face and his eyes sparkling with grateful familiarity. "Nicholas will be our note-taker this term, as well as your TA! Take a bow, Nick!"
Funny enough, even confident-and-cool Nick boasts a spot of shyness and a dark flush to his ears as he's encouraged to stand, turning around to wave at your fellow students who eye him up with varying degrees of interest, all while Raven claps with an eagerness to him that lasts until your friend reclaims his seat. Whispers dominate the classroom while Raven's head is turned, though it doesn't seem like they're just regarding the scatterbrained professor and his handsome assistant–especially not when he turns back and his square glasses-framed eyes land directly on you.
"Oh," That soft puff of air could just as well be a gunshot with how loud it feels to you, Raven's lithe fingers trembling slightly as he pushes his lenses higher up on his nose. For a split second, even with Nick's comforting words in the back of your brain, a tense knot of worry tightens in your stomach as you wonder whether your presence will be met with disdain.
"H-Hello! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," And yet that concern evaporates the instant he skirts around the podium, features bright and his wings rustling excitedly as he hustles towards your desk and thrusts his hand out to yours. You barely have to hold his at all with how violently nervous his grip is, fingers clamped down so tight you can just barely feel the itch of his filed claws for nails against your skin. "Raven Wellwright, P.H.D! I'd like to welcome you to our university–it is a joy and an honour to have you here!"
With one last tight squeeze of his unusually cool hand, he pats your arm and releases you from that iron grip to scurry back to his podium. As luck would have it, all he's got prepared for today is a review of the syllabus, which soon flies by despite being peppered with occasional comments and brief anecdotes to supplement it, courtesy of a now hyper-focused prof who clearly knows what he's talking about. It's almost a little intimidating to watch him switch so quickly from anxiety to decisiveness, the nervous shakes vanishing as he briefly divulges the core topics of the material you'll be going over. It actually helps to stir you a bit from your exhaustion, though the half-smushed granola bar in the bottom of your bag also helps once he reiterates that eating in his class isn't a faux pas.
"I'm sure you're all readily familiar with the plagiarism policy and academic conduct sections as well, yes? Any questions?"
A revolution of head-nodding round the room seems to suffice, and with a quick glance at the clock by the door Wellwright rolls out his shoulders and drops his papers against the podium with a refreshed sigh.
"Well, that's good enough for me! Take an early lunch and enjoy the rest of your day, we'll start with our introductory lecture next class–oh, and could you two come to my office for a spell?" As he passes by your joint desks he gives them a tap, making eye contact with both you and Nick with a reassuring smile as the rest of the class shuffles their bookbags and lets their chair legs squeak as they get up from their seats. Your heart kicks up with a nervous thump, thump, thump, but whether Nick can smell it or hear it or is completely oblivious to it he pats your thigh under the table and nudges your shoulder playfully.
"No worries. He probably just wants to gush over you." He whispers into your ear, and with a half-smile conjured up from your dwindling pool of strength you gather your things in kind and follow alongside the werewolf as you both make your way to Wellwright's office, the path known well enough to him that he can chat your ear off the whole way there, and still make it in time to watch the professor hustle along down the corridor with his bag in tow as the two of you wait for him to unlock the door.
"Come in, come in! Take a seat–anywhere is fine–and have a snack! I've got tea…uh, somewhere! Just give me a moment.."
It's most certainly more haphazard being around him in the cramped office than it was in the lecture hall–as Wellwright hurries in and you two follow behind, Nick has to bring his hand down firmly on your head for you both to duck, just barely missing the professor's wing as it swings around and nearly collides with both of you. And with the size and strength of those muscles and that coat of healthy tawn-coloured feathers, you don't even wanna know how hard it would hurt to get smacked with one of those things.
But, oblivious to your plight, the avian totters around his office chirping up a storm while the werewolf at your side leads you–with your heads appropriately bowed under his wing line this time–to take your seats in the two plush chairs across from his spacious corner desk. Raven busies himself by the window with what looks to be a teapot on a portable burner for a minute or two, before the spout starts to whistle a familiar tune and he expertly tips it out to pour three steaming cups of fresh tea. Ginger-flavoured by the smell of it, the scent pervading your nostrils in an oddly relaxing way as he lays out each cup in front of all three of you. Curious, you watch as he takes his own seat, and notice that the arms of his chair dip towards the back for each wing to settle comfortably in the empty slots. Monster creativity truly knows no bounds, no matter how benign the design.
"-Anyways, that's quite enough about me! I'd like to know more about you." His bangs flutter over each brow as he turns to meet your eyes, not an ounce of enthusiasm missing from his gaze as he takes a sip from his cup–and proceeds to splutter and cough with a napkin pulled up to cover his mouth, mumbling in a half-lisp about burning his tongue. When you follow his lead with a giggle you make sure to at least blow on yours, and it's actually rather sweet despite the strength of the ginger threatening to overwhelm you. "I–we–are well and truly excited to have you here! I can't tell you how integral your presence will be in the pursuit of monster-human cooperation–you are sincerely a gift to this establishment, and I cannot thank you enough for taking the plunge and attending despite the odd circumstances."
Somehow–perhaps it's an effect of the tea–the mouthful of praises the professor drops are free from his usual stutters and vocal stumbling, as if the topic of you is yet another subject he can't help but be eloquently passionate about. You, on the other hand? You're not even sure what to say to that...such high praise feels uncalled for, not that it's unpleasant in nature, but that it should be reserved for someone that's actually done something to deserve it. All you really did was go with the flow and refrain from kicking up a fuss.
"I, uh…th-thank you, professor, but I really didn't do much…" You shrug shyly, suddenly wishing you could disappear from the awkwardness and hide inside Nick's jacket for comfort. But the silent moment passes not in a hollow, nerve-wracking way, because it's filled by Raven's easy smile growing into something a little more intimate, his feathers settling to lay flat as he reaches over the desk and gently clasps both hands over yours.
"You took a risk, my dear. Unsure of what lies on the horizon, you chose a path seldom travelled yet long overdue for progress. That in itself is worth a world of praise."
You knew he could be eloquent, but that…that was poetry. And could that warmth tipping his pointed ears be a blush, coincidental with how his fingers retract from touching you? Worried his touches may come off as something more the longer they linger? Or are you simply reading into things?
"Maybe I should go," Nick teases, and that thankfully eases the tension enough for you to snap back into the reality at hand–and for Raven's feathers to ruffle in embarrassment as he leans away from you just to bump his head painfully on his overhanging lamp.
"Sweet Chaos–ah, I'm fine, I'm fine!" He waves away your worry while Nick erupts into a cheeky laugh beside you, the professor's unyielding clumsiness proving too much for him to keep it all sealed in. Especially hearing a string of curses fly from such a sweet, kind-hearted man's mouth, who wouldn't hurt a beetle even if it bit him. "Before I injure myself further, perhaps I should just get to the point." He sighs with a palm pressed to the back of his head, rubbing the soreness off the fortunately very minor bump there.
"It's the MHC thing, right?" Nick pipes up, sobered from the giggle fit but still grinning from ear to ear.
"Just so." Raven nods, those cotton candy-pink eyes shifting back to you. "My dear, I have a favour to ask of you. Would you consider being a human ambassador on my behalf?"
"...Ambassador? As in..?"
"Oh, i-it's nothing too taxing! Allow me to explain: being an ambassador simply means you would be willing to speak as an individual of your species for MHC conferences. It would really just involve me calling on your opinion and presenting it to the Monster-Human Commission–most of it will just be in writing, no more than a sentence or few."
"You mean 'sentence or two', professor." Nick cuts in, leaning back in his chair like he owns the place. If you weren't mistaken, you could swear there's a glint of something fierce in the harpy's eyes as his gaze flits over to his protégé–but it's there and gone in a moment, and you try not to let the thought linger for fear of how it might make you wonder.
"Goodness! Surpassing your mentor already, eh? Maybe you should be the one teaching commonspeak, Mr. Wolf." He soon returns to the comfort of your gaze on him. "By no means is it a necessity, but it would be of brilliant use to my colleagues in the commission. Take some time to think about it, okay? There's no rush. You can start and stop whenever you please."
"I, uh…yes, thank you, professor. I'll give it some thought." Wellwright nods with a happy grin, and allows you to finish the rest of your tea with a few occasional spurts of scatterbrained conversation peppered in between. He's so courteous and well-spoken, gentle and kind…there's no wonder you've heard giggling from the harpy girls on campus when he's brought up, his dreaminess a total diamond in the rough for any self-respecting monster. An absolute gem. A-
"Hey, professor, I can't quite remember–are we reviewing interbreeding this term?"
As if burning his tongue and bumping his head wasn't enough, Wellwright balks at Nick's unforeseen question and nearly chokes on the dregs of his tea, the liquid splattering his chin with a cough that he's quick to wipe with the back of his hand. If it crossed your mind in time, and if you weren't so tired, you'd have half a mind to give Nick a pinch under the desk for torturing the poor man.
"C-Cross-species mating? Uh, ye…yes, we are.."
"Mmh. Gotcha. We've got a human this year, so maybe we can do our independent study on it? That'd be pretty helpful for your research, huh?"
What hits you right away is that he doesn't say no. Not that it's not his first reaction, but that the word doesn't even cross his lips. The slightest twinge of his brow has the harpy narrowing his eyes at the werewolf, and for a brief spell you think the professor might be humouring the exact same reaction as you were.
"Th-That would depend on the human's decision, Nick–and that is certainly not the full extent of my research, I might add!"
"Y-You, um…you study interbreeding, Dr. Wellwright?"
Your query flits out like the most timid of butterflies, curious and interested in equal measure. It must be so easy for both of them to pick up, but you can't really help it–the idea of such a sweet professor pursuing such a lewd scholarly topic is…fascinating, to say the least.
"He does. In great detail." Nick leans over to whisper into your ear, and the air in the room seems to change as Raven squirms anxiously in his seat.
"I-It's a necessary component of my research…" He mumbles, suddenly unable to meet your eyes as the heat in his face stretches to reach the tips of his pointed ears.
"So necessary." Nick adds with a shit-eating grin.
"Nicholas!” Raven finally huffs, brow furrowed and eyes dimmed of their sparkle. Oh, now he's mad. And yet, with a glance over at your companion, Nick couldn't look more enthused about the prospect. They certainly seem to be on familiar terms with how much teasing your friend knows he can get away with. Ripples start to part Wellwright's feathers like shudders, and almost under his breath, he quietly asks if you would give him a moment with his T.A–and you have never been more quick to oblige, setting down your teacup at an earnest pace before your bag is slung over your shoulder and you're soon closing the office door firmly behind you. The click of the lock echoes in the otherwise empty corridor, and though you'd like to wait for Nick out of courtesy, the hushed whispering that ensues followed by the flap of your professor's wings clues you in that perhaps it would be better to give them some…privacy.
Although, at the very least your phone buzzes before you've even left the wing, a glance down at the messages revealing that Nick's gonna be tied up for awhile, but he's alright. His words echo in your head, “Wellwright's just a big puffball”, and it loosens a pleasant sigh from your throat as you let your shoulders relax. The last thing you want is to get anyone in trouble, which you seem to do quite easily by your very nature of being human.
This class may end up being a different story though, if your professor's…enthusiasm towards the human race is anything to go by.
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kassade · 1 month ago
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You and I
Okay... so i've been dealing with this one guy, so instead of being a grown up. Imma write a fan fiction with Hangman, based on a real life interaction with this guy, except for you know the stuff that's actually somewhat interesting.
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Call sign: Ace
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader
TW: shirtless Hangman, fluff, kissing
W/C: 1066
Sum: you, Hangman, Phoenix and Bob are all in school, and are working on a project together.
"ah, come on!" you exclaim. "What?" Hangman asks. You're sitting on the same couch as him, with Bob and Phoenix on the couch in front of you. Hangman looks at your computer screen, "oh come on... really Ace, that's what you've been doing for the past half hour" he asks. You lean your head back, it was last class of the day and you couldn't wait to go to the bar tonight. You started rubbing your temples, since your headache was getting worse, "you okay?" Phoenix asks you. "Yeah fine, just can't wait to get this project over with." You answer.
The next day your headache is even worse, you're again sitting on the couches with the three other people. "Are you sure you're okay?" Bob asks concerned. "yeah, yeah I'm fine I just have a headache" you answer fighting the urge to not lay down fully on the couch. You lean your head into your hand, hoping that that might help, but it doesn't, your head keeps slipping off. Until you feel Hangman's hand on the side of your head, pushing your head up to lean on his shoulder. And you almost instantly feel better, it was weird, you'd seen Jake Hangman boss around all these girls at various bars, but with you he was so gentle, almost. Your group had continued working for a couple more hours, the project had to be perfect.
You and Phoenix had gotten a lot closer since the beginning, so it wasn't unusual that you'd stay a night at her place once in a while. And she was more than happy to lend you her spare bedroom, as long as you gave her some drama. "So what's going on with you? Why do you keep having headaches?" she asks while making some tea for the both of you later that evening. "I don't know, I guess I'm stressed about the project and haven't been sleeping very well" you answer.
Your group has to do an examination, Phoenix and Bob were the ones doing most of that, while you and Hangman were left to do the research. This continued for the next couple of weeks. You and Hangman had gotten close, not extremely but you'd spent a lot of time together and every time you were studying late or super early Hangman would bring you coffee. He somehow knew your exact order, and to this day you're still not sure how.
"Okay, we should be done in about an hour, are you guys almost done?" Phoenix asks you. "I still have a few questions that needs answering and then I'm gonna do a deep dive, just to make sure i've got everything." you answer not looking up from your computer.
"Everyone, pack your things school is closing, you can come here again tomorrow at 8. First presentation is at 9.30 be prepared for everything!" your teacher yells through the library. And slowly everyone starts packing. "Hey uhm, Phoe, can stay at your place tonight" you ask, and she shakes her head, "no sorry, my sister's coming to visit, why? Can't you just stay at your apartment?" "My neighbor's doing renovations so I won't be able to concentrate." you say, not knowing what to do now. "You can stay at my place if you want, I have an extra bedroom, and I'm just gonna study anyway" Hangman chimes in.
Once you get to Hangman's house, you study for hours. You and Hangman only talk together to quiz each other, other than that you were quiet.
"2 am" you say mostly to yourself but Hangman hears, "huh" he says looking up at the clock. The two of you decide to order a pizza, within 30 minutes of the pizza getting to his house it was gone. Since it was almost 3 am Hangman told you that you could borrow his guest bedroom.
The next morning you wake up to grunting, while you put on your own clothes you think to yourself, "ok, hangman might have game, but not so much that he can pick up a girl at 3 am without even leaving his house. Right?". You had borrowed a t-shirt from Hangman so that you didn't have to sleep in your jeans and tank top.
Walking out to the living room, you see Hangman doing push-ups, shirtless, after standing in the doorway for a little just enjoying the show, you can see him starting to get up, so you start moving again. "Like what you see?" he asked, you just walked past him and into the kitchen, to look for food, "don't you have anything eatable, you can eat in this house?" you ask jokingly as you look through various cabinets. "Haha very funny, and no I have everything I need" after a little pause of the two of you just looking at each other he clears his throat, "um, I'm, I'm gonna go take a shower" he says leaving you in the kitchen.
After about 20 minutes, Hangman comes back into the kitchen, in just a towel. This time it's his turn to stand in the doorway and stare at you, you were sitting on his kitchen island scrolling Tik-Toks, "Can I help you, Seresin?" "no, no, it's just, it makes me happy seeing how natural you look here." and with that he left.
You started pacing back and forth in the kitchen. While you debated whether or not to go after him. But you eventually ended up walking up to his bedroom door, it was closed so you started rethinking but before you could change your mind, you went in. Somehow he was still shirtless, but this time in only boxers and not a towel, you walked past him and laid down on his bed. "Hi," he said while putting on cologne. "Did you mean that?" you ask but before he can answer you're continuing, " 'Cause I like you, i think, and then you said that and it made me think that maybe you like me too, but I don't know and you know maybe you're just being friendly and" he stopped you before you could say anything else. He kissed you and quickly pulled away after you stopped talking, "I like you, and I think you came in here because you like me too?" he asked, and you answered by kissing him again, this time more passionately.
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themultifandomgal · 1 year ago
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Hey I got a request for Tommy Shelby
So basically you are are Tommy Shelby daughter age 16 and you was at a family meeting and you was having this pains and turns out you was pregnant and you didn’t know and you give birth and it was the next day Tommy came round and was yelling at you for getting pregnant then you put your daughter in his arms and was like looking at you beautiful granddaughter hope that make sense
Tommy Shelby- Granddaughter
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Trigger Warning- teen pregnancy
Pt2
I've been sat in my dad meeting now for the last hour, feeling sick and having stomach pains. As the meeting goes on the cramps get worse and worse. Im not even sure why I'm even sat in here listening to the family business since I'm only 16. 
I'm no longer paying attention to what anyone is saying. I've never had cramps like these before
"YN what's wrong?"
"Sorry dad. Just don't feel to good"
"We're nearly done" I nod my head replying to my dad.
Another 20 minutes later and dad says I can leave and head up to bed
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit"
"Language"
"You, Uncle John, Uncle Arthur and Uncle Finn swear all the time"
"Yes but your a lady and"
"Aunt Polly swears" dad sighs
"YN"
"Sorry"
"I'm heading to London now. I'll be back tomorrow evening. Will you be ok here with Aunt Poll?"
"Yeah. I'm sure I'll be fine by tomorrow"
"Ok" dad leans down and kisses my forehead before leaving me alone to sleep off whatever is going on.
That evening I barley eat anything and now Aunt Polly is getting worried
"I'm ringing your dad"
"No it's fine. I'm sure it's just my monthly finally starting"
"Finally?" Polly questions
"Yeah I've missed the last 3 months. That's why it's super painful" I give Polly a shrug
"I swear that mother of yours hasn't taught you anything. Honey that's not how periods work. Yes they can might not be regular but 3 months is a long time. These pains what are they like?"
"Erm it's like somethings squeezing my inside then releasing it. Like bad cramps"
"Sweetheart have you had sex?"
"What?" I frown looking at my Aunt
"It's ok if you have, hell only knows what I was doing at your age"
"Polly what's happening?" Worry starts to set in
"You need to answer my question first"
"He said that I wouldn't get pregnant the first time. Said that it was ok"
"Who?" I shake my head not wanting to tell her "YN who told you that?"
"James, he was my boyfriend"
"Was?"
"After we... he broke up with me"
"Fuck"
"Polly I'm not pregnant am I?"
"I think your going into labour" panic sets in. I can't have a baby now! Dads going to go mad "it's still early on. Try to get some sleep and I'll check in with you later"
Try to sleep she said. Easier said than done. Now it's the following afternoon, my waters broke 2 hours ago and now Aunt Ada has arrived with Aunt Esme and dads wife Grace is now here
"Ok YN looks like your ready to push" not really thinking about it, my body takes over and I have to push. Grace places a cool wet rag on my forehead while Esme and Ada are gathering warm water and towels
"Grace. You gotta make sure dad doesn't kill me"
"He won't. He's not going to be impressed that he's a grandfather, but he will fall in love with them where they're here"
"Im scared"
"I know. I was scared when I had Charles, but your going to be ok. Your in the best hands. Promise" with that she takes my hand and I push again.
After being in labour for over 24 hours I finally give birth to a baby girl who I've named Eloise
"She's beautiful" Grace coos stroking the babies cheek. Before I can respond the door opens and dad walks in. He stands shocked staring at me
"Grace please tell that baby is ours" he finally says "or Esmes"
"Tommy you might need to sit down"
"Grace, who's baby is that because I know that's definitely not my daughters" I wince hearing his harsh tone. I look at Esme for help but she looks at me with sympathy
"YN how can you be so stupid!" He yells waking the baby up who starts screaming
"Let me have her" Ada says taking the newborn out of my arms and into hers. She leaves the room hushing the little one
"Out! All of you out!"
"Tom..." Grace tries
"Out!" everyone leaves the room leaving me and dad alone
"Why didn't you tell me. I could have helped you get rid of it"
"Her names Eloise"
"I don't care. My 16 year old daughter just had a fucking baby"
"Dad I didn't know"
"Of course sex leads to pregnancy did you not learn from me and Grace?"
"I'm sorry" I quietly say. Ada comes back into the room with a now quiet baby. She hands her back to me while dad paces back and forth
"How stupid could you be?"
"Maybe if she had a mother she'd have known all of this?" Ada mumbles
"Don't you dare blame me for her mother leaving"
"I'm not I'm blaming her. Either way you now have a choice, either except that you have a granddaughter or loose both you daughter and granddaughter it's your choice" Ada leaves the room again. Dad walks over and sits on the sofa next to me. Without giving him a choice I place the baby in his arms. Immediately I can see how my dad is in love and I know will protect like he has me. Just got to stop him from going on a warpath finding the dad.
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stillfrownyclownlol · 10 months ago
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Tylo save me...Tylo...save me Tylo...
WHATEVEER leave me alone more ship alphabet garbage 😭😭😭 I'm gonna sleep I got work tomorrow 🫠🫠🫠
Logan Fields
A = Affectionate
A bit reserved. He's never had anybody to be affectionate with besides his grandparents so he doesn't really know where to draw the line. Also, you know. Hes gay in Georgia in 2016, he needs to be careful. A lot more comfortable with verbal affection tho!
B = Best Friend
Logans never had friends so like. If he did have a best friend he would be really loyal to like a concerning degree, probably protective too, but also extremely helpful and encouraging, always trying to teach you new things :D
C = Cuddles
A littleeeee touch starved :< So he does like cuddling with Tyler, especially since they don't get the chance to do it a lot (only at Tyler's house). He's super melty because he has to take off his glasses for it and he gets sleepy quickly. Will probably fall asleep during it...^_^
D = Domestic
He's a little romantic in the sense that he wants to get married and settle down, have a kid, and 3 cats. He's not in a rush or anything but it is something he looks forward to with Ty. He's good at household chores, especially cleaning and taking care of the garden, and he's a pretty good cook. His specialty is still baking tho.
E = Ending
If his relationship with Tyler spiralled (which has a decent chance of happening) :> If the resentment he had with Tyler boiled over and all the bitterness came out, yeah, he'd probably end things, probably in a yelling match. It's hard to see them breaking up amicably ahaha :")
F = Fiancé
He spent a lot of his childhood/early teens thinking he'd never be able to get married, so...it's a big deal for him. Cried when Tyler said yes (and while proposing)
G = Gentle
Generally he's pretty soft spoken. He's not a super physically aggressive person...but he has his moments 🫠 But usually he's pretty light with Tyler, specially since he has like...chronic pain...🤡 Also good at saying super mushy stuff that makes Tyler implode
H = Hugs
A bit awkward about it, but he likes hugging. Always a little hesitant, so waits till Tyler hugs him first, but he's a v good hugger :) very cozy aura. He's a short king so he can snuggle into Ty's chest.
I = I love you
Was so nervous he almost threw up- Got really emotional and cried- he didn't plan it so the whole thing was a mess lmao
J = Jealousy
Tends to manifest as insecurity more than sheer jealousy. Sometimes thinks Tyler will leave him for somebody "better" (him and Tyler are actually pretty similar in that regard) and he might honestly just bring up how he thinks Tyler can do better depending how far they are in the relationship.
K = Kisses
A bit shy. Gets flustered by proper kissing so he's more of a pecker, usually kisses Tyler's cheek or chin because it's hard to reach him with their height gap- he gets all gooey when Tyler asks him to kiss him on the mouth tho (^_^)//
L = Little Ones
He likes children! He finds them more honest than people his age kkkkk. He also likes how children are constantly learning new things and likes teaching them about interesting facts :D gets a bit overwhelmed by hyperactive children though, better with children who have quieter characters like himself.
M = Mornings
Eepy lil guy. So seepy. Big tirremd. Barely coherent in the morning, also he's not wearing his glasses or contacts so he can't even see help him. He needs a shower and like four cups of coffee to even wake up lmao. Tyler be literally dragging him out of bed because otherwise they're GONNA BE LATE-
N = Night
Total night owl, loves staying up late (especially in the summer) to use his telescope. Tyler has to drag him INTO bed otherwise he's gonna stay up till 4am or fall asleep on the balcony :>
O = Open
Honestly pretty closed off, he doesn't like talking about his past unless it's really necessary. Gets anxious if Tyler asks personal questions early in the relationship.
P = Patience
Patience is a virtue he's worked hard to cultivate. He does kind of bottle of his negative emotions so when he *does* lose his patience it tends to be explosive.
Q = Quizzes
Good memory and very detail-oriented, so he knows a lot about Tyler, and he's also good at applying that knowledge. He's better at reading him than most people.
R = Remember
His favourite moments are whenever Tyler is just unapologetically sweet and sappy with him. Makes him forget how mean he used to be :>
S = Security
Way more chill than Tyler, he trusts him to take care of himself, but sometimes he thinks about Tyler stuck on the tree...bleeding out...his organs torn to shreds... and he worries about him 🫠
T = Try
Of course he tries. He's trying so hard. To be brave. To love him unconditionally. To forgive him. He just needs time...hopefully.
U = Ugly Habit
Kind of a grudge holder and he's one of those people who will be kinda salty after you apologize for smth even tho he accepted the apology. Passive aggressive ngl. Tyler is always "..." whenever Logan is annoyed with him even tho he prolly deserves it 🤡
V = Vanity
He doesn't *not* care about his appearance but he doesn't care a loooot. Was raised to be well-groomed so he is very clean and proper but fashion-wise he's kinda...y'all know 😔 (he can look like a nerd and still be fashionable BUT he isn't just look at him 😭)
W = Whole
They got that trauma bond so no, not really, he wouldn't feel "whole" without Tyler. But I think he would be able to move on at some point.
X = Xtra
Very serious about learning Spanish! Tyler's kinda "...bro I don't even know it that well" about it but Logan wants to make an effort. He's really smart including in languages so eventually he starts speaking more proper Spanish than Tyler (but with a horrible accent) which Ty's just dead over. He can have a full on convo with Marianna and everything.
Y = Yuck
HATEEEES how protective Tyler is. Like he understands where he's coming from but OMFG he feels SO infantilized by it sometimes. And also Tyler is constantly trying to help him and Logan just feels like Ty doesn't trust him to do things by himself. He hates people who let their anger control them too, if Tyler is mad he will just walk away from the argument and hang out in his room.
Z = ZZZ
Looks like an absolute angel while sleeping, it's ridiculous. He just looks so goddamn peaceful and serene, Tyler is just "?!!?!?" and wants to combust 🫠
Tyler Hernández
A = Affection
His way of showing affection is like. Annoying. He's that kind of guy who shows his care by teasing the crap out of you 🤡👌🏽 Logan was kinda intimidated at first but now he's like. So over him because he knows his bf is dumb. He understands the chalequeo.
B = Best Friend
He your RIDE OR DIE FR. Omg...THAT WASNT ON PURPOSE, I just meant that he's really loyal even though he's kind of a "tough love" kind of guy 😭 would tell you if your bf sucked ngl
C = Cuddles
Secretly wants to hug Logan all the time. Logan is very soft and he just kinda...melts when they cuddle. Like its a guaranteed way to relax him, and lord knows he needs to relax.
D = Domestic
King of household chores. Compulsive cleaner. Cooks AND does the laundry. He cannot sit still for five seconds help him 🤡 It would take him a LONG time to be comfy not living with his mom or sister (I think Taylor would move out first) so there might be like. A small period where he and Logan live with Marianna.
E = Ending
He's kinda...reluctant to ever break up with anybody, especially Logan. If he did it'd be like, more on accident after losing his temper, like Logan saying maybe he should leave and Tyler saying he will or whatever. He'd regret it ofc 🤡
F = Fiancé
Oh, he was really surprised when Logan asked him. And happy :). He had gen never thought about it cuz he was so stressed lmao but he was real excited and also lowkey terrified 🫠
G = Gentle
Verbally he's pretty harsh, that's just how he is. But physically, besides the occasional arm/shoulder tug, he's very careful with his loved ones <3 sometimes when he's sad he holds Logans cheeks or rests his head on his lap.
H = Hugs
Ohhhh he loves hugging. If he could, he'd be hugging Logan constantly 😭 his hugs are REALLY long and he kinda does that like. Swaying motion. Also lifts Logan off his feet. Literally shoves his face into his shoulder.
I = I love you
He needs to be really sure of his feelings to say it, and even then he usually says it very quietly or when he thinks Logan won't notice. For some reason has an easier time saying it in Spanish (he just like me fr)
J = Jealousy
Yeaaaaahhhh...worse than Logan. Hate watches people who be getting touchy with Logan :) you know he would get salty/sassy about it he's just Like That TM. And Logan is not putting up with that haha.
K = Kisses
Awkward and makes it way more tense than it needs to be smh. If he's kissing him on the mouth he gets really nervous and squeezes his eyes shut and just HOVERS there waiting for Logan to close the gap 💀 Kisses the top of his head a lot so Logan can't see him blushing cuz he's a loser.
L = Little Ones
Like a beleaguered babysitter. He finds kids annoying and he can be a little Itty bitty bit mean to them sometimes but he's like that annoying older cousin you had that you liked to play with because they were Real with you. Hair ruffler.
M = Mornings
Wakes up right with his alarm and gets straight to work. He goes jogging and does stretches, then comes back home to make breakfast. Logan sleeps through it all help
N = Nights
He goes to bed at like 9pm because he's a dork lmao and he gets tired 🤡 That doesn't mean he'll fall asleep tho! He's super restless and will be tossing and turning and sometimes Logan will spoon him so he'll sit still and relax for a second-
O = Open
...No 💀 HELP NONE OF THESE KIDS ARE OPEN FFS- 😭 naaaah he doesn't feel like telling people his "sob story" or whatever and he doesn't really like talking about it 🫠 He mentions things offhandedly to Logan, who...understands and doesn't ask.
P = Patience
Whatever he loses his temper easy, big deal. Consistently annoyed at the world, and who can blame him? World kinda sucks 🤡 he's been working on not losing his cool so quickly because Logan just doesn't like being around angry people.
Q = Quizzes
He is a detail-oriented guy with a good memory, not to mention being well organized, so he has a space for "important Logan info" that he thinks might be useful at some point. Not at Aiden's level tho (fortunately 🤡)
R = Remember
When Logan confessed, because he was just so...I'm tryna think of the right word here omg. Like, in awe? That this guy he's been crushing on and was honestly not that nice to liked him BACK? And they were so earnest and genuine about it and he was just???? Help???
S = Security
Tyler is overprotective of Logan the same way he's overprotective with all the people he cares (a lot) about. He will put himself in front of him in dangerous situations, remove him from situations if *he* thinks they're dangerous...can get kinda annoying about it...
T = Try
Tyler puts 110% of himself in anything he cares about so yes, he is trying very hard in this relationship. He is very meticulous about helping Logan out whenever possible, planning outings/dates, controlling himself around him, etc etc. Trying to get Logan's forgiveness
U = Ugly
He is overprotective and sometimes doesn't let Logan handle things by himself when Logan totally could. The aforementioned anger issues are also a problem :/ Also can be kinda brash and won't...filter his thoughts before hand when he probably should.
V = Vanity
About as concerned as the average teenage boy is. That is to say, very little- (helpppp I know this isn't the case for everybody LOL). He literally still matches outfits with his sister I don't think he cares about his own style too much LMAO
W = Whole
Nahhhh all of them got that trauma bond for life and would feel incomplete with out each other. I think he'd take it a lot worse than Logan too.
X = Xtra
Sometimes they go to church together as deeply repressed Catholic boys with religious trauma. Tyler thinks he'll go to Hell whenever they kiss but he's gonna do it anyways 😔
Y = Yuck
He doesn't really like, how do I say this, like. "Vapid" people I guess (this is just how he views some people tho). Like for example before knowing him better he thought Aiden was a really shallow person. So he'd never date anybody who he thought had nothing going on under the surface. Needs the relationship to be serious, like, he doesn't want anything casual.
Z = ZZZ
He has bruxism and like, scratches his throat while sleeping (not with his hands like, the swallowing thingy you do) (cuz he just like me fr), and he is literally so loud it will wake Logan up at night even tho he's a deep sleeper 😭
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slutforhaechan · 2 years ago
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Haechan showing his jealous gf that she's the only one for him and none of the girls (fans or celebrities) that he sees and interact with are a menace. Can you make it extra spicy, dominant haechan fucking the saltiness outta her and some super cute after care.
fucking hell, too lengthy anon but hope you liked it!🎑
one thing that you don't want to see is haechan interacting with his fans, especially to those girls who are crazy to him because he knows how flirty he gets when it comes to give a fan service to the point that girls can be dangerously attached to him, and it kills you inside watching him. the days has been hard to you so that you confronted him. "wow i think you had a lot of girlfriends now because of your fan services, and almost forgot me the main gf who gets jealous everytime." voice modulating in furious state, pride swallowed. haechan already sense it in the first place, on how you treat him when he get back home to you. you avoiding him, not looking into his yes because the jealousy really kills you extremely inside, only talks when he asked something and nothing more, he really sense it knowing that you watched the clips circulating in twitter. he sighed and looked at you, "c'mon y/n, you know that you're the one that i want and i love, don't be jealous it's just a fan service nothing more than anything else, and also they need my affection and words because i'm an idol, that's my job" you just stood up and heading to the bedroom not minding his words because it annoys you. haechan annoyingly pressed his tongue in cheek and later on he followed you to deal the saltiness the you've been dealing.
haechan saw you cleaning the bed because it's bed time already, and haechan needs to rest and wake early because he have a fan con AGAIN tomorrow. you saw him walks towards you as you folding the sheets, he hug you from the back and wrapped his arms around your body, planting kisses on your neck and still didn't give an attention to him even it's thrilling you inside, "haechan stop, you need to sleep now" coldness crawling up on your body as you spoke and removing his arms on your body, he stopped and looks at you for a moment "y/n, do i need to prove that you're the one who i want not the bunch of girls out there OR do i need to fuck the saltines out of you, hm?". your breath skipping a beat because of his words penetrating in your mind and not able to stare at him straightly. he just laughed at your sudden change of behavior, earlier you were acting mad and cold but now you're nothing but a pathetic. "look at you looking so pathetic right now, hmm fucking the shit out of you, you like that idea, yeah?" he asked, grabbing your chin to face him "yes" you shyly answered him.
haechan pushed you to the bed and looked at you in lust, body heating up because of the thick tension filled inside the room, "your turning me into a bad boyfriend y/n, how could you be so jelous to those girls knowing that we've already fucked hundred times and STILL get jelous?" he slowly raising his left eyebrow. "it's not that i'm jelous, i-i just don't want them to steal you from me" eyes tearing up, "you think that i can easily fooled by your attitude right now, it's so pathetic to be honest" your tears falls down on your cheek because of how he talks to you "i'm..i'm sorry" stuttering on your own words, haechan walks a little closer to you and leans forward to your neck "i guess i needed to fuck you, so that i prove it to you that you're the one that i like, and also want to be my wife especially mom of my kids. you want that?". he whispered on your ear, and it sends you a shiver down to your spine.
you looked at him through your lashes, heat spreading through your body slowly getting affected to his words causes you to get more needy, "your body is begging me to touch you, i can see how your body affects to my actions and words" you can't hide the denial feelings and it's true your getting crazy over him talking so cockily on you. "take off your clothes and spread your legs for me" you immediately undressed yourself and legs wide open for him and eager to feel him "you really that slut for me baby?" he palms his boner through his pants and looks at you deeply, "look what you've done to me y/n, hard as rock" your body cannot take the arousal as he starts unbuckle his belt, cock out in mad. "please haechan fuck me now please" you whine, "beg more" and he started to pump his hard veiny cock, your emotion carried away because of the hot pressure on your body "haechan please, want your cock inside me please..please" as you said almost cried, "i know, i should've fuck you because im proving some shitty little problem of yours" you touched his tone body as he pressed his lips to yours, and kissed you harshly like as if there is no tomorrow, every kiss adds pressure on your body, he ran down his hands to your soaked pussy and rubbing your clit in circular motion, you moaned in between of kissing, feeling the pleasure between your legs. he breaks the kiss just to catch a breath, chest rising and falling body getting eager. haechan looked down to your pussy, "so fucking wet for me, no one can ever get you this wet right, only me" he adds two fingers to your pussy and stretching you out, "oh god haechan.." as he doing tricks inside your pulsating hole, curling his finger and hitting your g-spot and hips grinding the air "you're such a slut for me y/n" he hisses, fasten his fingers pushing in and out to you because he can feel your release is approaching, but the work of the devil his intrusive thoughts wins as he suddenly let his fingers out of you, you whine and panting heavily, looking at him helplessly "get on your knees whore, gonne get you stuffed with my cock in your mouth and take it like good girl" he growls, haechan yanks your head and pushed his cock in your mouth, haechan groaned of your warm mouth wrapping on his cock "god your mouth is so good, gonna fuck your useful mouth instead of talking shit about my fans and gets jelous" minutes of haechan fucking your mouth, your eyes becomes teary as he let his cock out in your mouth, saliva spreading on your lips and his length, haechan ran his fingers inside your mouth and you suck it, "stick out your tongue" you did as he command, you stick out your tongue and he taps his cock in it.
"stand up and spread your legs, i'm going to fuck you now" you quickly climbed up to the bed and spread your legs, pussy getting drenched and needy for him. he positioned himself between your legs and pushed his cock inside you with no warning, you could feel his cock pulsating inside you and it drools you so much of him "i'm going to fuck the shit out of you slut, gonna show how i only want you" he murmurs cock thrusting so hard in you "your cock feels so good haechan, don't want you to stop f-fuck" he fasten his pace even more "yeah? acting jelous but deep down you only want my cock deep inside your pussy, you could've asked me y/n, and not giving me unnecessary attitude" he growls to his words, aware enough of your attitude. your body is going to ascend in sky because of the heavenly feeling unbearable to control the whimpers and moans "i'm all yours baby, not by anyone and i mean it" cock slams in and out made your body trembling every thrust, your mind unable to comprehend and only gripping the sheets and thinks of his cock pounding in your pussy. haechan stopped for a second and grab your face to look at him "see this cock right there you're gonna cream it like a whore, and scream my name like slut" he slapped your face and gripping your jaw "open your fucking mouth" you opened your mouth and he spit in to you "yeah just like that taste my spit".
you really like aggressive haechan and the feeling of his hands slapping right on your face is hot and you want him to do it again, "slap me again haechan" as he start thrusting again, savouring the momenst "you like being slapped y/n, god you're such a slut" he slapped you one more time, and you whimpered to the pain, haechan kneads your tits to add the pleasureable sensation, "you were made for me baby". he mumbles. as soon as your release is fast approaching, your mind is getting crazy, blabbering out some words and moaning mess,"i'm close hae..chan". haechan thrusted more as he hit your g-spot and watching your body gets frisky around him. when your climax hits you like a truck, you cried in pleasure "yeah that's right cream my cock".
haechan didn't give you a chance to rest a little, he immediately pushed his cock inside you, "f-fuck haechan" you curse out of breath "need to cum inside you, gonna stuffed you with my cum so that everyone knows that i fucked my babies inside you" he pounds in your pussy so hard and sloppy, you can already hear the sounds of your wet pussy taking him. few more thrust he's going to cum"i'm going to cum" he moaned body wilder, thrusts getting intense "yes yes yes cum inside me" you can see haechan's state right now, head falls back as he holding your legs and groaning so loud "fuck i'm going to cum" he's whimpering mess when the release hits him real good "s-shit", he puts his body weight no your body and bury his face on your neck, you can feel his hot breath hitting your skin, "am i too rough?" you giggle "yes, but i like it" you caress his hair "i love you y/n, i only want you" he looks at you and his eyes melts when he confessed his love to you "sorry for being jelous" you confessed, embarassed to say, he laughs "let's clean up, and let me clean you first then sleep and tomorrow when i get back, let's have a movie night and do some cuddle sessions also fucking" both of you laughed and gets excited for the upcoming pussy appointment.
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rinsuniverse · 1 year ago
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oh my gosh, thank you so much for all of the sweet woozi content, my heart is so full from reading your works. 🥺🥺 do you think you could write something about woozi missing you while on tour? like he enjoys touring, but his days are so busy and exhausting, and all he wants to do at the end of the day is collapse into bed beside you, but he can't. and maybe a bit about what you could do to try to alleviate his homesickness? thank you again for all your lovely writings!!
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woozi missing you on tour! ✧˖°.
this is so cute, anon!
i imagine he'd be in his hotel bed, late after his concert
you promised to stay up so you can call because he said he wanted to update you afterwards
but he's currently dozing off
and you're sitting there on facetime
his phone is leaning against the lamp on his bedside table
and you can see his face in his pillow, his messy hair splayed across his head, covering his eyes
"are you sleeping?"
"mm, no, are you?" he answers, not opening his closed eyes
"i don't know, it looks like you're falling asleep. if you want to sleep, you can-"
"no, it's fine," he says, turning to look at you in the camera
"how was your first concert of the tour?"
"fun, just super exhausting"
"and you have to leave for the next city tomorrow?"
"yes, early in the morning," he groans, closing his eyes again
"you should get some sleep then, silly," you chuckle
"i don't want to, though," he says
"why?"
he says it under his breath, as if he's embarrassed to admit it
"i miss you..."
you chuckle, setting your phone to the side so you can relax and close your eyes, too
"i miss you, too."
his ears become red, but you can't tell since his pillow covers it
it's his first tour since dating you
and it's a weird feeling to have in his chest
different from the homesick feel he has when it comes to when he's missing his parents
and it makes him feel particularly weak in a way
a part of him wants to get up, go to the gym, and workout this feeling of homesickness away
but he decides that letting himself miss you and laying in bed with you on call also laying in your bed is close enough
close enough to being able to lay next to you and listen to your soft breaths as you fall asleep
he finds it comforting
having your presence with him
"talk to me," he says, sleepily
"about what?"
"about your day. about anything."
he wants to hear your voice
he wants you to let him lay his head on your lap as you play with his hair
he wants to pull you into a hug and never let you go
maybe he'll have to call someone so he can beg for you to come on tour with him next time
because he can't take it
but you talk to him
you ramble about your day and he hums in response
or he chuckles when you get frustrated talking about a time at work that pissed you off
he falls asleep with you on call
when he wakes up the next day, super groggily, trying to waddle around the hotel room before he has to check out for his next busy day, he sees you're still on call with him
and he smiles
he even debates just leaving you on call until you wake up or his phone dies
but he doesn't
he hangs up and texts you a simple good morning text
when it comes to you, you want to alleviate his homesickness so much!
when you wake up, you text him a good morning text
maybe even a good morning paragraph, cheering him on
when you go about doing simple things throughout the day, you make sure to take pictures
and send them to him
whether it be a picture of your shopping cart in the grocery store you frequent
or a goofy picture of yourself that you took sneakily at work
and he'll respond with "pff why'd you send that?"
but when he sees those pictures, he smiles so brightly
the members might even ask him why he's smiling goofily at his phone as he's getting his makeup done
and he glares at them when they ask
plus, maybe you left him surprise letters or cards in his suitcase for him to read when he goes through his belongings
you do simple things, too
like leave your phone's ringer on
so you're always a phone call or text away
if you're evil mischievous, you'll send him pictures of you cooking his favorite food
or of you sneaking into his studio alone
and he'll be like "wtf why"
and you're teasing him like "i can share if you get home quickly"
makes him miss you even more
when he gets home, he might go straight back to work in his studio
but you're already there, of course
you know he isn't going straight home
so when he gets to his studio, he looks at you with wide eyes
"yah, what are you doing here?"
"welcome home."
you get up and you hug him
it takes him a moment to realize, but he hugs you back, tighter than he ever has
"i missed you," he says quietly
"i missed you, too"
thank you so much for requesting, anon!!! this was a really cute concept. AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT <3 you're so welcome for all my posts! i'm so sorry that i took forever to reply, but here it is! i hope it's satisfactory! feel free to request many, many more things! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧
(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))
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octuscle · 1 year ago
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I miss my best friend! I think he was screwing around with the Chronivac and got turned into some Junior High 'Gymbro' by someone on your support team! I have no interest in the gym, but I miss him, we grew up together man!
Okay, yes I think I remember that case. It's been a while… I hope that's your pal you're missing:
He graduated junior high some time ago, he's a sophomore in high school now. And one of the most popular lads in school. No wonder, he's really hot. And I regret, he won't remember you as you look today with your not very athletic body in your early 30s. Dating someone like you would be pure social poison in high school. But you want to be his best friend again? I can help you with that. It's Sunday night, get your stuff together, you have to go back to school tomorrow morning.
After dinner, you sit in front of the TV as usual. Actually, you would like to continue watching your favorite series on Netflix. But instead you watch soccer. You don't get what the Europeans think of it. Lame game… But the lads on the field look sexy. So sexy that you jerk off. You like the cool hairstyles, especially when their hair is wet with sweat. The shiny jerseys. The lads are bursting with athleticism. Fast, agile. Not those clumsy bodybuilding hunks. Hehehe, and the jersey shorts damp from precum just feel awesome. You have to pee during the half-time break. In front of the mirror, you think to yourself that maybe you're a little too old for the cool undercut cut you copied from your idol. Well, you've been seriously training at your soccer club after work for a year now. But that doesn't make you a soccer star. Nevertheless, the hairstyle is very cool. You take another non-alcoholic isotonic beer and fever with your team in front of the TV through the super exciting second half. When the redeeming goal is finally scored, you almost spill the rest of the beer over your sofa in your jubilation.
Actually, you could watch your series for another hour or two. But there is still the summary of the last game day to come. You will watch it. With a last beer. It's now almost 22:00. Another round of running before you go to bed? No, you'd rather do a few sit-ups and get up early enough tomorrow to get it done before work. The soccer posters in your bedroom are a bit childish, aren't they? But you are a fan. You even have bed linen from your club. Soccer star… That would be a great life… You think and fall asleep.
At 02:00 o'clock you wake up. Your hard-on is almost painful. You can't remember the dream anymore. But you are thirsty and quietly, so as not to wake your roommates in the frat house, you go to the bathroom and drink a sip of water. Your cock has recovered and dangles magnificently between your worked out thighs. You proudly stroke your six-pack. Yes, you are already rightly a favorite of the spectators. Fuck, actually you would like to jerk off now. But you have to go to bed, you need your sleep.
At 06:00 o'clock your mother sticks her head into your bedroom and whispers "Get up, sweetheart". You hate that. You're almost 17. You're one of the most promising goalies in the state. You're not a sweetheart anymore. But secretly you are grateful to your mother. You would have overslept for sure. And the hour of running before school is a must. Sometimes you envy your pal. Bodybuilding is just less time-consuming. Football is hard work. Still, you prefer it. Gym is just not your thing.
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Training today was great. Every word of praise from the coach makes you feel good! Nevertheless, you are now looking forward to the cafeteria. Actually, the lads from the soccer team don't sit with the pumpers. Your best buddy and you are an exception. But hey, you're both some of the cool lads. Have fun and enjoy high school life.
More pics like that at @cutesoccerguys
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weaselle · 5 months ago
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here's a great idea i just had- how about right as it's time to go to sleep i start uncontrollably brainstorming ideas for horror stories to write. You know, let's just turn out the lights and start imagining the scariest shit i can think of. For writing about. You know, in that genre i don't write because i'm not a fan of it because i get creeped out by it way too easily. Yeah, how about i just ask myself the question "what would scare me the most to experienc?" and try to picture that while i lie here in the dark, that seems like a really good idea right?
i swear, i can't leave my brain without supervision for two godsdamned minutes
anyway, that's why the light is back on and i'm not trying to sleep rn even though i have to wake up super early tomorrow
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hospitalterrorizer · 20 days ago
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diary397
10/23/24
wendesday
tomorrow, we go to a pumpkin patch with friends.
and believe it or not, i've just done a bit of writing. transcribing from the notes app but that's always like, rather involved because i go, what was i trying to get at, then i reverse engineer it, something better comes out usually. so i need to do that, i've got about 44 notes to go through, which is probably gonna be about 30 extra pages. whew! terrible maybe. but then i get to just start assembling more, i get to move past this middle in the hump as everything before is essentially laid out. a new list to get through... this makes it really manageable honestly, having the number down and now i'll just run run run thru it. it feels good to have this now. i guess i'm like dumb in some way for feeling like a list is going to make writing something easier but i suppose that's how these things might go. it's long as it is so anything to make it less abstract. being less abstract... wow! it can happen and if it can happen that means it could end up out there in the world.
i also ought to work with the tiny thing, what i really need to do is go into the section i wrote forever ago and change the tense, which will also be additional editing when i come across awkward syntax. but whatever... i need to bite the bullet. just doesn't feel like a lot of time for this.
between these two things, i also really need to force myself to sit down and read. i'm just so tired lately, i keep waking up too early for no reason. or. some reason, it's just bright when my gf turns lights on, and a little loud when she moves around. i don't blame her, it just sucks broadly. but whatever. i'm super tired now so i feel like i will sleep better at least.
i didn't start the drawing of daan, i doubt tomorrow will be the day but you never know, i did a little thing with music today also, but nothing for a main project, just having fun writing weird things. odd chords that move weird, it's almost incoherent, but i like it. maybe i can make it make more sense when i get to it another time. maybe the not really making sense is actually a positive. who knows.
oh, the other day, i used the word daub incorrectly, i feel idiotic for that. less so now that i admit the failure. i feel good about that.
errands were very fast today, since my gf's mom is clearly not supposed to be so mobile right now.
i snapped a little, for starving, i was very hungry today, i can be irritable, but i think it was just kind of funny how it happened, my gf made some offhanded joke, i was like, i'm hungry, fuck you, but she didn't care at all, i think because she's similar to that she just understood. it's not good to be that way but i guess everybody is like that sometimes, because they are hungry and had to do a bunch of things. it's interesting how being hungry can make you be something you normally are not. i feel bad that i can be like that at all, honestly, it makes me worry i'm really evil, and a bad presence in anybody's life, and i don't know how to tell if i am or am not. when i ask, everyone says, what do you mean you think you're evil, my gf says it makes her think of happy tree friends when i say things like that. like some kind of cartoon squirrel that's too cute or something to really do anything. which is reassuring to put in words here. it's not about how i look, it's that i guess, there's some line that i can't cross, because my line for being awful is being grouchy when i'm hungry or overstimulated. it really didn't mean anything to her, or her mother, or they were a little shocked since normally i don't ever talk back... i don't know, i feel bad, and it didn't mean anything to either of them, so ultimately, it doesn't matter. but i want to be a better person, or, not mean to people.
i should try and think of concrete ways to do that... maybe i talk about it too much.
i ought to sleep soon, but my friend who has traveled to brazil and will be there for many more months is messaging me, his journey is incredible, one of the coolest things i've seen, to make the effort to go be out there, with a girl i think he is together with, you know, like, i suppose to make solid the relationship in that way, to be with her for 6 months basically, that's really moving to me. making sure to make it strong i guess. and to go so far out of his comfort zone, he's a very cool person. it is nice to think about, from what he's been through, and how he hasn't let it get him to give up you know.
here's an all timer:
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oooh woo ooh ooh ooh oohwooo
perfect song. nothing else to say really except it always blows me away, such a slinky and mysterious thing, a puddle on a grey day without any rain, staring at it, waiting, sad nothing comes, climbing a fence and running around a playground at a school, walking back home.
i will sleep now,
so,
byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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elvendria · 2 years ago
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NOTICING YOU - e.m x fem reader Part Three
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tw: Reader is a cynic who doesn't believe in love, Claudia Henderson isn't the best :/ (is that a trigger? idk.), big sister acts like a parent, smoking, insomniac (??kinda if you squint??), swearing, jealous!Eddie (if you squint), pet names
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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven
Y/N'S POV
"So, were you able to get through to someone to get your car fixed?" Mom asked. I told her the conversation I had over the phone with Eddie and explained that he'd be here first thing in the morning to collect the car and take it to the shop. 
"First thing? But they're always swamped with cars on a Saturday. I thought you wouldn't get seen till Sunday, Monday at the latest." Mom said. 
"Same here," I attempted to stifle a yawn but failed. "I've to be up early so uh... goodnight." I turned around and walked away.
I was never close with Mom, and then things kicked off with Dad. 
I guess it was then I realised I wasn't as close with either of my parents as I had thought.
I padded down the hall towards Dustin's room in my bare feet, the feeling of the cool wood underneath my feet relaxing me with each step. I passed by my room to see Tews sitting on my bed cleaning herself. I hate that cat and I have no idea why my mom loves it so much. 
That's not to say all cats are bad, I just don't like this particular cat. 
Knocking on Dustin's bedroom, I waited to hear him say "It's open," before opening it slightly and sticking my head around the door. 
"Goodnight boys," I smiled at them, all gathered around together talking about god knows what.
 Mike, Will and Lucas will always feel like little brothers to me, I've known them so long. It felt weird seeing them as a trio, and a part of me missed seeing Will around the place. I hope he's happy in California. 
"Night Y/n!" 
"Thanks for letting us stay over!"
"Sleep. Soon." I said pointedly, "Just because you're in high school now does not mean you are to be up all night. You'll just end up being super tired tomorrow."
"But can't we just have-" Dustin started. 
"Dustin the last time you had coffee you went nuts. Not happening again under my watch." I said, leaving the room
"Technically we're under Mom's watch," He mumbled back defeatedly. 
I stuck my head back around the door, giving him a look that blatantly said 'Really? Moms' watch? Have you ever even met our mother?' before he groaned causing me to laugh as I exited the room. 
Sometimes I love to play the authoritative big sister card just to mess with him, it can really piss him off. 
I didn't know how what time 'first thing' was, I'm grateful and all but couldn't he be a bit more specific? Either way, I was going to need to get to sleep so I could wake up early. I set my alarm for 7:30 am, which isn't even a time that should exist on a Saturday morning, so I could get up and be ready for when he calls. I had switched off the handbrake and managed to push the car till it was outside my house. Could've done with Robin's freakishly strong arms but she had her Family Video shift, plus I'm fairly sure I earned a few muscles of my own. 
Changing into a pair of old biker shorts and an oversized misfits t-shirt, I crawled into my bed and lay on my side, willing sleep to come, but my head was so full of thoughts it was like there was no switching it off. I lay like that until I could hear everyone in bed, and the faint sound of my mother's snoring echoed through the halls. 
When I was certain that she was asleep, I snuck out of the house and sat on the swing bench on our porch, curling my knees up to my chest underneath my shirt and resting my head on them. 
There was something about the nighttime, the way the town went silent. As a kid, I used to believe that because it was so quiet, everyone would be able to hear the slightest noise you make. On nights like these, I sometimes wonder the same thing. 
Except now I know about science and the speed of sound, so the idea is a complete fantasy. 
Sitting on the bench, lighting up a cigarette from my stash that kept my hands slightly warm. I looked out at the sky, not seeing a single star. Not seeing anything but the faint glow of the street lamps from down the road. There was a faint breeze that wrapped around my ankles now and again, but other than that it was a warm night, unusually warm for October. 
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I sat there until I could see orange streaks beginning to paint the sky. So much for trying to get some sleep. I unfolded myself from the swing and walked to my room, careful not to wake anyone. Checking my alarm clock, I saw that it was 7 am. I could try and get a 30-minute nap in but knowing me, I'd sleep past my alarm. 
I took a shower, scrubbing the smell of the night air off my skin. I wanted to stay in the shower, to feel the steam rise around me, but I didn't have the time. I turned off the water, wrapped my hair and body in a towel, and then made my way to my room to start getting ready. 
I debated drying my hair but decided I wasn't in the mood to deal with the frizz today (I never am). Pulling on a low-cropped white shirt, black ripped jeans and combat boots, I got changed and grabbed some cereal before sitting on the couch and reading. By the time Eddie pulled up, my hair was almost dry but still damp in places. 
The doorbell rang and I looked at my mother, not surprised to find her fawning over that stupid cat once again. I got up and answered the door, a part of me freaking out before remembering why he was here.
"Hi," I said quietly, fear washing over me as I suddenly realised this was my first time talking to Eddie, face to face. 
"Hey," he replied equally as sheepish. Was something wrong? Had I done something?
His eyes moved down towards my exposed waistline, and I desperately wanted to grab a hoodie to cover up.
He must've found the shitty brown carpet very fascinating because he couldn't seem to look away from it. "So the truck is parked out front, I've hooked your car up to it and everything, I just need you to come down to the shop to fill out some stuff." He told me. I figured I'd have to go to the mechanics at some stage today, I just didn't think it would be so soon.
"Do you want a coffee or something before we go?" I pointed my thumb towards the kitchen, the mannerisms that my grandmother drilled into me coming into play again. He looked up, our eyes holding each other and suddenly I felt like there was a magnetic in each of his eyes, drawing me in closer. 
From where we were standing you could see beside the kitchen, where my mom was sitting there, talking to Tews like it was a human baby. 
"Uhm, maybe some other time?" He said, suppressing a grin.
"Yeah sure," 
Had I just 'yeah sure' d the idea of coffee with Eddie Munson? 
"I'll grab my mom's car keys, just hang on two seconds." I turned towards the living room where my Mom was sitting, combing the cat with an old comb of mine. 
"Um, there's room up the front of the truck if you want to ride up there with me?" He asked me, "It might be a bit easier." 
I turned one more time to look at my mother, who was now singing lullabies to this freaky cat before agreeing.
God, I miss Mews. Now that was a cat who did not like to be coddled.
Just as I was about to pull the door behind me, my mother called out. "Remember you're trying on dresses for homecoming this afternoon! We'd better hurry or all the good ones will be sold out!" 
My heart dropped and I wanted to strangle her. I prayed to whoever was up there that Eddie hadn't heard her.
I threw my book bag over my shoulder, I never liked to leave home without it. He opened the car door for me and waited till I was in okay before running to check that everything was hooked up properly. While I was waiting for him, I sat noticing all the little details in it. Things like his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, or a few jumbled-up mix-tapes sitting in the glove box and in the pockets on the driver-side door. A black bandana was thrown across the dashboard, most likely the one that Eddie carries around all the time. 
What surprised me most was the pack of hair ties hidden underneath his rolling papers. Although I guess when you have as much hair as he does and work as a mechanic, tying it up is more of an occupational precaution.
He opened his door and threw off his coat before jumping in. He grabbed a hair tie and pulled his hair back, and I tried my hardest not to look as every muscle in his arm flexed. Made all the more visible by his grey muscle shirt, his tattoos on full display.
"Buckled up?" He asked me, I nodded as I closed the seat belt around myself. He did the same and then started up the car. He drove with one hand on the wheel and another on the gear stick, right next to my knee. Every so often there'd be a bump in the road and his knuckles would graze against my jeans or my exposed knee, sending off shocks from where he touched me. 
The silence was deafening, the only noise coming from the metal music on his radio. It was a bunch of different bands which made me think it was a mix-tape. I was going to say something, compliment the music, but Eddie beat me to the punch before I could open my mouth. 
"So, you're going to homecoming?" His eyes were fixed straight ahead on the road. There was a tone to his words that I couldn't quite decipher, almost nervous.
"Um. Yeah," I fidgeted with my hands in my lap. "last year and all that, figured I'd see what all the fuss was about while I still can."
"And uh," His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes unwavering from the road ahead, "and do you have a date?"
My chest tightened and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe given the thickness of the air around us. 
"No, it's just me and Robin," I said lowering my head, suddenly very fascinated by my hands, "We'll probably both just sit on the bleachers till 10 pm before figuring out some way home."
"Good," he muttered quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. I had so many questions, but a few stuck out in my mind. 
 Was he happy I wasn't bringing a date? Or that I wouldn't be dancing?
"Are you going?" Why had I asked that? 
"No, it's uh," He chuckled slightly, "Not really my scene,"
I don't know why my blood felt cold and my heart sank as he said this, but they did. 
 Master of Puppets by Metallica came on, and I started tapping my foot quietly, letting the questions and feelings fade with every strum of the guitar. Dad hated this song, but I always thought it was a good one. Hearing it again after so long caused goosebumps to make their way across my skin.
"Come Crawling Faster,"
I thought I was singing under my breath, but that last line came out louder than expected. I sat there and prayed he hadn't heard me. 
"Obey Your Master," He sang back, a smirk plastered on his face. 
His voice sent tingles down my spine and makes the hair on my arms stand upright, leaving me with goosebumps all over my skin. He was so close to me that I was almost certain he could feel the tension rising within me. 
He looked like he was going to say something, but then we turned onto the gravel path leading up to the mechanics, and the moment was gone.
Why does he make me feel like this, it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. Crushes are for girls in middle school and people with their heads in the clouds.
Maybe it was just because he was helping me out with the car. Yeah, people find plumbers and firefighters hot all the time, it's just because they're providing a service. 
Not that I find Eddie hot. I mean he is very attractive, and when he stretches his arms it makes me feel all weird inside, but I am most certainly not attracted to Eddie. 
The truck came to a halt outside the workshop. Eddie jumped out of the truck and rushed around to my side just as I was opening the door. 
"Here, it's a bit of a step-down. I'll give you a hand." He said. I swung both of my feet out as he held the back of my arm with his large hand, and I would've been fine. 
But I'm me, and I have to fill my daily awkward quota.
I started to climb down, my back to Eddie as I side-stepped out of the van, the coldness of his rings sending mini shockwaves from where he held my arm and wrist when my ankle went from under me, making me fall sideways. 
I squinted my eyes, sure that I was going to hit the pavement. An absolute goner that was going to end up in the hospital before dying of pure embarrassment. But the ground never came to meet me. 
Instead, I was pulled tight against something, a pair of arms wrapped around my back and legs. It felt like all the breath had left my body, and a strong smell of cigarettes and sandalwood filled my nose. 
I opened my eyes as Eddie gripped me to his chest, looking down at me as he held me bridal style. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his dark orbs explored my face. 
I don't know if he did it on purpose or not, but he rubbed his finger in circles across my knee where his hand gripped my leg. The air felt electric, almost as if it could shock us both if we moved. His arm was on my back and I was glad it wasn't a few inches lower.
I was almost certain his dark eyes flickered down to my lips and lingered for a second, before quickly returning to look me in the eye. 
We looked at each other in silence. I felt his hot breath fan my face and caught the smell of mint.  I was almost certain he was going to say something, but he just cleared his throat.
"Sorry," 
"Are you okay?" He said at the same time as me. 
"Oh uh. I'm okay." I stammered through my words, "Thank you." 
We looked at each other again, and a small part of me didn't want him to put me down, but that idea was quickly erased from my mind when Eddie cleared his throat again, gradually lowering me till I was on my feet. I could tell that the awkwardness I was feeling was mutual as we both shuffled our feet.
The workshop was on the other side of town, it was a long walk home without the car, and I didn't want to trouble Eddie with driving me home. But it was like he was reading my mind because the next thing he said was, 
"You should come in and sit down," He motioned to the desk and chair beside him, piled high with paperwork. "It's supposed to rain on and off all day. I'll drive you home after I take a look at this baby." He unhooks the car from the truck before pushing it into the shop.
"Oh, thanks. You don't have to." I replied, moving towards the desk and placing down my book bag,  desperate to keep the nerves out of my voice.
"My pleasure." He smiled.
 He bent into the driver's side, fiddling for something. 
"Oh, there's a knack for popping the hood,  here I can-" I started, but before I could finish he had done it, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. 
Eddie looked at me, and suddenly the concrete floor became very interesting, "Just a bit of pressure and some elbow grease should do the trick." He says, climbing back out of the car. 
He opens up the hood and takes a look as I sit down and place my bag on my lap. I want to ask if he minds me doing homework, but I don't want to look like I'm ignoring him or being rude.  
"Ok so, " he started, and I suddenly felt a drop in my stomach. What if my baby was fucked, and I could never drive her again? What if all she was good for anymore was spare parts? I was so worked up about never being able to drive my girl again that I completely forgot about the guy inspecting her. 
My freak out must've been clear on my face because Eddie's face became very soft and gentle, 
"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, it's only a faulty spark plug and wire casings. You're alignments a bit off and your transmission is failing, but it's nothing I can't fix for you. There are some other things here and there that I'll need to get some parts for, and no offence but your car is an older model so it might take a while to get them all." He gave me a small smile, easing my nerves slightly. Eddie sounded like he knew what he was doing, so clearly he did. Right? 
"I'll be honest, none of that makes sense," I said, as he walks around and pulls out the chair for me. He's surprisingly chivalrous, opening car doors and pulling out chairs. I don't know what I expected him to be like, but it wasn't this. "I don't think she's ever been looked at after Dad renovated her." I sat in the chair and wonder why I ever thought my dad was a reliable person as Eddie walks into what I assume is a storage closet. 
"Here," he says, handing me a radio and a box of tapes that were just around, "Pick out some music, I wanna see what you choose." He had put the car on a lift earlier and was in the process of raising her, a skateboard and toolbox beside him. Once he was happy she was at a reasonable height he dropped to his knees beside the board, then flipped himself over so he was lying flat against it, using it to push himself under the car. 
I was flicking through the mix tapes he had when one stood out to me. Dad used to play it for Dustin as a kid, which in hindsight seems a bit weird but at the time it made him laugh and dance like crazy. 
Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions started to echo around the building, and I hesitantly pulled out my economics textbook and attempted to try and understand this nonsense they tried to teach us, while Eddie just silently bopped his foot along to the tempo. 
Silence passed between us as I attempted to do homework and Eddie tried to fix my car, the only sound surrounding us being the music from Eddie's radio. Once homework was completed I started on a piano lesson plan for Joanna Kelly, a girl who lived down the street from us, I gave her parents a discount given how nice they were to myself and Dustin growing up. 
When that was over, I slyly pulled out a math notebook and began to work out my expenses. Eddie could try and sugarcoat it as much as he wants, but I knew this service wasn't going to be cheap. I mean, needing to get replacement parts? It's got to cost at least $2000+, which is definitely more than I make teaching kids how to play twinkle twinkle and three blind mice. I'd landed a job over the summer at the Hawkins Hypnotic Record Store, but only as a way to save up for college.
Now I'll have to apply for scholarships if I want any hope of getting into somewhere decent. That meant taking on more extracurriculars and writing a killer college essay. 
Ms Kelly had advertised on the intercom the other week about finding someone to help out in the front office for extra credit. Looks like I was going to be taking her up on it.
 I'm barely going to have time to breathe let alone sleep. 
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Listening to Eddie banging and crashing around the car had me nervous, but only a small bit. Eddie knew what he was doing, his uncle didn't seem like the kind of guy to give Eddie a job based on familial connections. 
Suddenly Eddie comes flying out from under the car, grease and oil covering his face and sweat glistening along his arms, his tattoos practically shining. 
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts about how much this was going to cost me that I didn't even notice him talking to me. 
"Hey, Y/n?" He asked with a touch of confusion, "Hellooo?" 
My head snapped to look at him, his voice bringing me to my senses.
"Sorry, I was lost in my own mind. Worrying about stuff y'know?"
He rubbed the grease off his face with a cloth and a soft grin, his eyes closed. I took this moment to examine him a bit further. He looked like he had strong arms, and his tattoos were kinda impressive and cool. I heard he paid his friend a 3 months supply of weed, and they did them with a pin and some type of ink. 
But I don't know if any of that is real.
"What does a pretty girl like you have to be worrying about?" 
Pretty girl.
The words bounced around my stomach before settling between my thighs. I squeezed them together as if on instinct, the words rolling over my skin like waves.
I remained silent, not too sure how to answer that, my mind was blank as I tried to ignore the sudden throbbing I felt.
A few moments pass by and Eddie sits up and looks at me, his hair coming loose from the hair tie.
"Hey, could you pass me the wrench? It's on the counter over there, it's the one with the round-"
"I know what a wrench looks like Eddie, I'll grab it now," I said shuffling around to the counter to look for it, silently loving the way his name felt on my tongue
5, maybe 6 minutes pass, and I've no luck. I had handed him a wrench, but apparently, it wasn't the right wrench. So now I was back staring at a workspace full of stupid tools with stupid names. 
I hadn't even heard Eddie come up behind me until I felt his breath. 
"Here, let me help" He spoke softly, "It's the least I can do,"
I wanted to tell him that he was fixing my car, and it was the least I  could do to find the stupid wrench when suddenly his hand was on my waist as he moved to step beside me. His fingertips brushed off me like tiny flames searing into the exposed skin, and I knew what was coming next.
I tried to resist it, believe me. But I can't help it. I've never been able to, it's my number one weakness. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I braced myself.
His fingers trailed along the base of my back. I managed to suppress the moan, but that was about it. Like always I arched my back and jerked sideways in a fit of the most unattractive laughs you can picture. 
Eddie didn't have to pull his hand away, I had already squirmed from his grip as he looked at me stunned. A toothy grin formed on his face as he crossed his arms. 
"What was that?" He said laughing slightly.
Looking at him laugh made me laugh more. It was like someone flipped my giddy switch. I turned to the countertop and bent over on it, determined to catch my breath with my hands clasped behind my head. 
"Oh god," I said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, I just have a really ticklish back."
I couldn't see his face, but when he spoke he whispered, 
"Heh, yeah," He said lowly, "That's definitely a first. I'll try not and accidentally tickle you in the future." I felt like he was grinning, but I was too embarrassed now to even look him in the eye. 
I nearly made a potential sex noise in front of Eddie Munson. 
After a bit of silence, I hear him say "Found it, it was a torque wrench I was looking for, sorry for the confusion."
His voice had become very soft, and once again we were wrapped in silence, only now it wasn't uncomfortable.
As the day went on, and while I was fretting over how I was going to pay for my car and most of the house bills, a few people came in to drop off their cars, barely exchanging words with the guy classed as the town freak. Eddie didn't look too bothered as they tossed him their keys before turning on their heel and walking away, but something told me deep down it annoyed him.
But what could I do? I doubt he'd want any consolation from me, he barely knows me. 
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"Well, from the looks of things, the repairs shouldn't take more than 3 to 4 weeks. Maybe 5." He told me, which downhearted me slightly, I mean a whole month without my car? Maybe more? That was a whole month getting the bus to school, adding an extra touch of hell onto the day. 
"Oh, okay. Would you be able to give me a rough idea of the price? It's ok if you can't, I really appreciate you doing this for me." I gave him a slight smile and watched curiously as he looked to the ground and walked behind the counter. He almost looked nervous. 
"It's not going to be cheap, as you probably guessed, but luckily for you," He released a breath that sounded like he had been holding onto it for a while, resting his fist underneath his face "Flattery works with me." 
I gave a small chuckle, relieved that he was easing the tension. 
"I'll write up a docket next time you're here, we can sort something out then." He said calmly, moving to sit back in his chair. Meanwhile, my heart had started beating a mile a minute. 
"Next time I'm here?" I asked curiously
"Yeah, next time you're free and I'm working on your car. It's kind of nice to have someone around who appreciates good music," He was flipping through papers on the countertop, and I was praying he didn't look up anytime soon and see the mixture of surprise and confusion on my face. He looked at the clock on the wall behind him and I saw that I had spent the whole day here, and it was almost 9 pm. 
"C'mon it's getting late. Plus now you definitely can't walk home, it's too dark. My car is parked out front, I'll give you a lift." He pulled his keys off the rack and threw on his jacket that he took in from the back of the van earlier. 
"Um, thanks. Means a lot." And suddenly I was back to tripping over my words in front of him. 
He likes having me around?
He appreciates my music taste? 
Edward Munson, what are you doing to me?
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mostlyihyperfixate · 4 months ago
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Gonna whine here for a minute.
Been getting up super early to help my mom out while my dad's been out of town this entire week. So I'm exhausted because I haven't managed to adapt my sleep schedule. Passed out last night well before 10:00, only to wake up at 1:30 with what I thought was one of the worst migraines I've had in my entire life.
Turns out it was a regular, run-of-the-mill migraine that I was able to get rid of with some medicine. But I also seem to have sort of stomach bug (low-grade fever, chills, weird pressure behind my ears, an over-sensitivity to smell, and constant nausea), and that I can't seem to get to go away.
I thought I was feeling better a little after noon, so I got out of bed, spent some time cleaning up the bedroom, and then went and made myself some dry toast. As soon as the toast was ready, I was like, NOPE! Couldn't even touch it. I brought it back to my room with me so I could try again later, but after about 15 minutes, I had to take it back out to the kitchen because the smell was making me ill.
I'd like to take a nap, but my stomach won't stop rolling.
Thank God I didn't have work today. I can only imagine how miserable I'd have been trying to corral an entire courtroom while I feel like this. It's going to happen sooner or later, but I'm grateful it wasn't today. And the freelance job I signed up for for tomorrow canceled, which is a bummer for me not getting paid, but at least if I still feel like this tomorrow, I won't have to struggle through that.
I've been trying really hard to fill my work days when I don't have to go into work with, like, chores and errands and stuff, so I don't feel so bad about not working. And I've been doing really well! Today I was going to get my oil changed, make a few work-related phone calls, and maybe clean my living room. So I feel extra bad for hardly being able to get out of bed today.
Hopefully this will be over with by tomorrow.
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1 - What have you been up to so far today? Is that a typical thing for you to do on this particular day of the week?  It was definitely a busier Saturday than usual; I never spend the weekend squeezing in like 10 errands in a day unless I have a work event to begin with.
2 - Did you get a decent night’s sleep last night? How many hours sleep do you consider a decent amount?  It was okay! I fell asleep a little earlier than I thought I would, so it was nice to get a few extra hours in. The only thing I didn't like was that I woke up disoriented; I thought it was Monday and that I was running late for work, so I pretty much woke up with my heartbeat spiking.
3 - What is one silly thing that really gets on your nerves?  When people try to make small talk at the start of work calls. That was fine during the pandemic, but at this point, I swear I won't take it against you if you don't ask me how my weekend was or where I traleved during the Christmas break.
4 - Who was the last person you saw who wasn’t family? What did you guys end up doing together?  I saw my workmates and other agencies when we had to go to our client's office for a face-to-face meeting. We essentially went through like 70+ slides to brief the client on the final flow of our large-scale event this Sunday.
5 - Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall?  Cold. I hate feeling like my tongue's getting burned.
6 - Do you own a decent set of waterproofs? If so, what do you use them for the most? If not, do you think that would be something you’d find useful?  Waterproof...what? Clothes? Phone case? Shoes? Hahaha. Anyway I don't think I own anything that's waterproof.
7 - Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?  I just need to finish this doughnut I'm eating lol, maybe take another survey after this...then I'll need to turn in early because I have an early start tomorrow.
8 - How often do you get your hair cut? When hairdressers were closed due to COVID, did you try cutting it yourself at home?  Probably like once a year. I never cut my hair during the Peak Pandemic Era – it helped that I had it trimmed literally a week before it all began, not knowing it was going to start.
9 - What did you wear the last time you left the house? Is that different to what you’re wearing at the moment? I went out today and haven't changed out of my outfit yet so I'll just enumerate what I have on – a purple cropped top + jeans.
10 - Would you rather have a relaxing beach holiday or a more active holiday in the mountains?  I'd love the beach as I can't remember the last time I had a beach trip + the mountains sound super isolating. It also reminds me of hiking, and there is no activity I hate more.
11 - Do you know how to tie a tie?  No. I kept the knot on my school necktie for like 14 years so that I could just always wear it like a necklace, lol.
12 - How old were you when you first had a sleepover at someone’s house? Did you miss home?  I think I was like 15 or 16 when I had my first sleepover. No, I was just mostly excited to finally be in a sleepover lol as I was never allowed prior. Woes of being a firstborn Asian daugher – you're 100% Test Subject A.
13 - How often do you spend time with your extended family? I would say once a month. We live very near each other.
14 - When you get up in the morning, do you have a set routine?  Yup. It's nothing special but it is my routine that I like to follow; any missing step and I'll get super bothered hahaha. Anyway, I'm an early waker, so I usually allot an hour to properly wake up and stay in bed catching up on social media/news.
Around 30 minutes before work, that's when I make my bed, take a quick shower and brush my teeth, fix myself a cup of iced coffee, then spend the remaining minutes clearing up emails that came the night before. They're simple things but it helps me SO MUCH to start work in a good/relaxed mood.
15 - Do you remember the last time you cried? Were they sad or happy tears?  Happy tears! I cried a little bit this afternoon watching a video of this kid reacting to Cody's win from last Sunday. I didn't cry watching him cry, but then he said "Everybody helped, everyone helped him" which was what broke me. That was such a wholesome thing to hear!
16 - What do you have planned once you finish this survey?  I really want to take one more of these but we'll see.
17 - What was the last thing you cooked? Did you cook from scratch or just heat something up? I don't cook. I buy most of my food.
18 - Are you a fan of hot chocolate? Do you like it plain or do you prefer to add things like whipped cream or marshmallows?  I'm picky. It needs to be like artisan hot chocolate and I'm usually willing to pay more for premium options as most hot chocolates here are really just Milo :(
19 - What caused your last injury?  Cooper nicked a bit of my fingernail when he got a little too excited play-wrestling with me for his toy.
20 - How many tattoos and piercings do you have? Do any of them have an interesting story behind them?  Zero tattoos. I got my earlobe piercings when I was a few months old so there isn't really a deeper story behind them haha.
21 - What kind of flowers do you like the best? When was the last time someone bought those for you?  I've always liked peonies. I can't remember the last time I got flowers.
22 - What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over?  I've only experienced a failed relationship once.
23 - Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? Appetizers. I don't like sweet things too much, so it's rare that I ask to stay long enough for dessert.
24 - How do you get most of your news, if you pay attention to it at all?  These days, Reddit.
25 - Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet?  My mom and sister had it simultaneously but fortunately they were asymptomatic as it could've possibly gotten. I got the worst experience of the bunch.
26 - Are you a vegetarian? If so, what persuaded you to stop eating meat? If not, is it something you’d ever consider?  No. I would consider it, yes, but I honestly don't have faith in myself to commit to it.
27 - Do you prefer rice or pasta? RICE. A day legitimately feels incomplete without rice...
28 - Is anything you’re wearing a gift? Who bought it for you?  Nah.
29 - What’s the dominant colour in the room you’re in at the moment?  White.
30 - Did you do laundry yet today? If not, do you need to do any before you go to bed?  Nope and nope.
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