#Sorry for being a karen but this sucks

[breathings]

Oh boy, FedEx really is by far the most incompetent company I have ever dealt with in my life. How do y'all keep up with that bullsh*t? I'll never complain about our national shipping companies again, holy sh*t...

[meangirls-imagines]

hey could you do a Regina George x femme reader where the reader is a member of the plastics and gets revenge for Regina on Cady after finding out about the Kalteen bars?

Sabotage

Description: Reader finds out Cady is sabotaging her girlfriend, which is also the reason of her girlfriend's insecurities as of late.

WARNINGS: fluffy, cady being a bitch, reader being protective, regina being insecure

"Do you think I look fat?"

Y/N looked up from her phone at her girlfriend's question. Regina stood in front of her floor-length mirror in a sports bra and biker shorts. She was frowning at her body in the mirror. Y/N answered.

"No? You look gorgeous as usual, baby. Why the long face?" Regina turned towards her girlfriend. "Those bars Cady gave me aren't working I think. It seems like I'm getting bigger." Y/N put her phone down and opened her arms.

Regina walked into her girlfriend's arms as the girl held her tightly. "You look like a goddess, Gina. You don't need weight loss bars. Trust me." Regina pouted. "I just need to lose a few pounds. That's all." Y/N kissed the girl's bare stomach.

"Well, I don't think so. How about you go take a shower and we can get takeout and watch trashy reality tv?" Regina nodded and pecked her girlfriend's lips before heading into her bathroom. Y/N got suspicious and decided to grab the wrapper of the bar from the small trash can in the blonde's room.

Reading the label she saw the word "Kalteen" before she stashed it in her bag to do research on later. The blonde finished in the shower as Y/N placed an order for her favorite chinese place before pulling up a random housewives show as the blonde cuddled into her side.

She was going to get to the bottom of this.

To say Y/N was livid was an understatement. When she went home that night, she googled the brand of bars Cady had been giving her girlfriend, only to find out their true purpose.

To make the consumer gain weight.

GAIN WEIGHT.

That's why Regina had been feeling insecure. Because she was slowly gaining weight. Y/N was pissed. And it helped that she knew the culprit of the crime.

Cady Fucking Heron.

The girl Regina had taken under her wing to help. And this was how the girl re-payed her girlfriend? Y/N was going to get revenge.

In the best way she knew how.

The next day at school, she had approached Karen and Gretchen, telling them the situation. The girls were rightfully pissed. Y/N knew that telling Gretchen was the right choice because by 2nd period, a nasty rumor about Cady had been spread.

The rumor was that Cady had been infected with BV after having sex with the whole football team. Everyone had heard the rumor and by lunch time, it was all anyone could talk about.

Cady had become the school's laughing stock and as she tried to sit with the plastics, Y/N stopped her. "Sorry, Cady. But you can't sit with us. We can't associate with you anymore. Not after your diagnosis.." Cady turned a deep scarlet. "I don't have that! I don't know who started that rumor but they're wrong."

Y/N smirked. Regina sat in silence, wanting to see where this went. "Sucks having someone make everyone think something is wrong with your body doesn't it?" Cady looked at Y/N, confused before realization came over her face.

"It was you." Y/N smirked. "Why, Cady, I have no idea where you came up with that lie!" Cady glared at Y/N. "Why did you do it?" Y/N sighed and smiled. "Well, considering the fact that you messed with my girlfriend's body, I thought I would return the favor."

At that information, Regina looked at Cady. "What do you mean, messed with my body?" Y/N looked at her girlfriend. "Those Kalteen bars? They were making you gain weight, not lose it." Regina became angry at those words and looked at Cady.

"Is that true?" It felt like Cady was suffocating. She had been caught and no one was there to back her up. "Uh..I-" Regina put a hand up. "Save it. You're lucky Y/N only did the rumor. I would've ruined your life. But, since you're no longer going to associate with us, you're no longer a threat. Now, leave us alone, or I will ruin your life."

Cady scurried off as the blonde looked satisfied. Y/N sat down next to her girlfriend, Regina pulling her into a kiss. Gretchen and Karen squealed at the cuteness as the two pulled away. "Thank you for protecting me, baby."

Y/N smirked. "You're my princess, of course I'll protect you."

They didn't see Cady for the rest of the week, learning later on that she went back to being homeschooled. Y/N smirked when she heard the news.

Don't fuck with her girlfriend.

[bianquitasunderworld]

I’m obsessedddd with the idea of sub!frank. Like that man was a soldier and he follows karen like a lost puppy. Maybe not all the time, but yk that man likes to be told what to do

Submissive Solider

Warnings: smut, talks of sex.

Parings: Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: This is more of a thought/blurb? Omg I’m sorry I got carried away, this man just does things to me. Also does anyone know how you get one of these thin border/divider things, i’ve been looking for one in pink and I just can’t find one. ⬇️ 😭

This man absolutely follows his partner around like a lost puppy everywhere, everywhere.

Don’t get me wrong, Frank loves being dominant, loves taking control of you, mind and body, but there are days where he just needs to take a break, days where he doesn’t want to think for himself.

On those days he starts arguments, and has an attitude until you decide you’ve had it with his behavior, with him. Some days Frank puts up a fight, he’ll be bratty, he’s giving you lip until you fight him into submission which is difficult. But on those days where he just gives in. No arguments, no talking back. Those are the days where you know he’s having a really rough time.

Frank is willingly to do anything on those days, he’ll listen and do as told, he’ll beg. He’ll get on his knees while looking up at you, kissing your thighs, pleading for even just a look at your chest or under your skirt.

He’s so shameless when he’s in a submissive headspace, he loves doing anything in his power to please you. Frank adores your whimpers, moans and whines, any noises that escape your lips from his doing is music to his ears.

Now I don’t think he’s the type to call you mommy in bed…but there has definitely been times where the word is on the tip of his tongue. There has been times where you just make him feel soo good and he just wants to groan ‘Mommy.’

I feel like he’s definitely more of the ma’am type, I don know if he’d be the type to say any other titles than Mommy and Ma’am.

One night though, one night when Frank is so tired, so, so tired and just needs a break, he’ll come home and find you cooking in the kitchen or reading some book he recommend and he just gives you ‘that’ look with his stupidly beautiful eyes.

You don’t have to ask any questions before you’re taking off your shirt and laying in bed, letting him suck your tits. He just lays there with you caressing his head, running your nails against his scalp comforting him to the best of your ability. Kissing his head while he runs his hand down your hips. He groans as soon as he wraps his mouth around your tit, sucking and groaning.

He treats this moment as if it’s something he never wants to forget, as if he never wants to leave it. Now, it happens when you have to pull him off for a second. He just so needy for you, he needs you. Frank groans ‘Mommy’ his voice is deep, it’s clear he’s desperate. He looks up at you. His eyes starring into your soul begging for more.

God the things it does to you just hearing it leave his mouth, God you didn’t even realize you liked that until it left his mouth, Franks mouth. You just have to give in, you have to. He’s your solider, ‘The Punisher.’ For the first time he’s begging you for something and you just have to give in, just have to let him have it.

This will usually always leads to passionate sex with soft caresses followed by ‘I love you’s’ and ‘So good Frankie.’

[saltnsugarbear]

Lip with “Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” “Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” “…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.” 

so like on the low i ate this up

word count: 1.0k

content warnings: KAREN SLANDER IM SO SORRY (I don't like her but I hate slut shaming more) they don't enthusiastically consent but they're both into it I'm sorry 😔, so ig dubcon, oral (m!receiving) (don't ask for this ever again), Lip is kind of mean (the voices olive got to me on that one)

side note: don't expect any bj fics again cause I hate the idea of giving men head SORRY also I like triggered my own life apocalypse (got sick at work, power went out, etc)

come celebrate!

One of Lip's favorite things about you is your competitive nature. Not that he'd ever say that out loud, but it's one of the things that endeared him to you.

It made him like pushing your buttons even more.

So complaining while you actually work on your group project is the perfect way to annoy you today. However you've stopped paying him any mind, about three minutes into his griping. So he tries a new approach.

Bringing up his most recent conquests. So obviously that means he feels the need to mention Karen.

And the fact that instead of being tutored, she gave Lip head instead. The story makes you roll your eyes, shaking your head when he comments that it's probably the best blowjob he's ever gotten.

"It could not have been that good.." You scoff, trying to focus on finishing the sentence you're writing. "Actually, I take that back. Given how big of a slut she is, she's probably had plenty of practice."

"Oh fuck you-" Lip starts.

"Am I wrong?" You challenge him quickly, glaring up from your page.

"You're just pissed off you're not getting any." He sneers. You roll your eyes, you're not having this conversation with him.

Lip takes your silence as agreement, snickering lightly. "No wonder you're so uptight, you're not getting laid."

You have to bite your tongue to keep from retorting. He's fucking insufferable.

"Everything makes so much more sense now. Because I kept asking myself, y'know, why you're such a bitch. But it makes sense now, you're not getting away so you need to take your frustrations out another way."

"You're such a fucking asshole, Gallagher. You don't know shit about who I'm fucking." You snap at him, putting your pen down none too gently.

"Right, like anyone would be able to fuck you. Probably too fucking tight up there, can't even get a finger in you." Lip's look is gloating, like he's won some verbal sparring match.

You don't know why you're moving. Pushing out of your chair and tugging Lip's back. Lip sputters at the abruptness of your yanking, arms flying out for balance. Once there's enough space for you, you quickly step in between his legs before dropping down to your knees.

You're a little surprised at the small tent in Lip's slacks already, scoffing after you piece it together. "You get off on the sound of your own voice?"

"What? No. What are you-" You cut Lip's questioning off quickly, pushing yourself up to rest on your toes so you can easily rest your arm on his thigh as you press your palm against his half hard dick. Lip's words are muddled as you bully him through the fabric, fighting himself for some composure.

With one last squeeze, you bring both of your hands to his hips, pulling him forward until he's sitting at the very edge. You don't miss how he inhales sharply at your rough handling.

Once he's positioned better, you sit flat on your feet before looking up at him through your lashes and leaning forward, licking at his erection through his slacks. Lip groans as you continue to mouth at his cock, head falling back as you suck softly around the fabric.

Once you're satisfied with the wet patch you've made in his pants, you bring your hands to unbutton and unzip them before tugging them down slightly. Lip helps you out by lifting his hips up, letting drag them down past his knees. Your saliva bled through his pants, dampening his boxers where you had been teasing him.

Taking your time, you go back to mouthing at his erection. You can hear him shifting above you, glancing up to see him bring his hands around. Lip's hands are pushy as they hold the back of your head.

"Uh-uh.." You pull away from his bulge, catching his wrists before leaning forward and tucking them behind his back. "Those stay there."

"Fuck..." Lip mutters.

"Lift." You tap his hips as you curl your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Lip is a quick listener, lifting his hips up so you can tug his boxers down to his pants. He breathes out heavily when his cock springs free, hitting his stomach.

You're quick to take him in your mouth, sliding your tongue along the underneath of his length. There's a sense of pride as Lip struggles to form any words, the only things leaving his mouth a mix of whines and groans.

"Fuck, wait- shit-" Lip grunts as you sink back down to the base, glancing up at him with your nose brushing against his happy trail. "Mm- fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?"

You hum around his length, feeling how he twitches in your mouth before pulling all the way off.

"Well, the noises you're making are a pretty good indication of how you like it." You grin up at him, bringing your hand to wrap around the base of his cock.

"...God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it's turning me on even more." Lip's eyes are lidded as he looks down at you, watching as you slowly jerk him off. You roll your eyes at him, leaning back towards his cock.

"I liked you better when you could barely speak," you tell him before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of him.

"Fuu- ughh.." Lip grunts as you suckle at his head. His hips buck up into your mouth, pushing himself farther in. You hum sharply, taking your hands away from his base and pushing back against his hips. Lip breathes heavily as you keep his hips in place, flicking your tongue over the slit before pressing gently at the underside of his head.

"Wait-" Lip chokes out, hips bucking up again. "Shit, shit- fuck-"

Lip's release is thick on your tongue and you're quick to open your mouth, letting him watch as his cum coats your tongue. Doing such makes Lip swear, another rope covering your tongue. You pull away from him, sticking your tongue out for him to see all of his release before making a show of swallowing it.

"Still think she gave you the best blowjob of your life?"

[filmbyjy]

hiii

you may not recognize me and thats because im (kinda) new hehe.. anyway, i've been kinda stalking you- but that's besides the point. i loveee your workss!! keep up the good work <3 idk if asks are open, but if they are, could you write a fluffy fem!reader x bf!niki where the reader comes home from a long day, and niki comforts her?? and if you cant, its totally ok <3

have a nice day!

a/n: this has been in the drafts for a year now💀 so sorry, I am trying to clear the drafts but my schedule is shit and we all know I suck at keeping up with my schedule😍

WELCOME HOME

it was past 8pm when you had treaded through the front door of your apartment. your body sore from leaning over the tables and wiping it. normally, the cafe you work at was peaceful and was decently packed but after a viral video that practically wowed the internet.

there had been more and more people stopping by everyday. the cafe was decently sized but it was short staffed so sometimes you had to man the cashier, do the dishes, clean the tables and make the drinks. for normal days (before the surge of people), there was about 2 people working per shift, not including the 2 bakers in the kitchen as they were the behind the scenes staff that were required to be there.

with not that many staff per shift, it was hard for you and whoever was working that day to manage the cafe. that also meant more demands from the customers who think they are entitled to make a mess of the space as 'customers are always right'. curse, whoever made that quote.

you were mentally and physically drained. you just needed a good long rest for the rest of the week. however, you couldn't do that. not when your off-days were already used up for visiting your family back in your hometown. if only you could just...take a breather.

"welcome home, baby!" ni-ki slides into the hallway just as you walked towards the living room. you gave him a tired smile.

"hi riki, why aren't you at the dorm?" ni-ki gives you a playful pout.

"already kicking me out? baby, you wound me. i came to see you and you're already pushing me away." he says as he throws his (long) arms around you. "you weren't answering my calls so i assumed it was a long day at work and you didn't charge your phone."

you took out your phone and tried to turn it on but it was indeed dead. "sorry, today was a hectic day. couldn't even get a proper lunch break. there was so many people coming over for the past week."

"yeah, i heard about it. jake hyung talked about wanting to come over and buy some desserts. they did look good but since you know us being celebrities...we could get mobbed."

you hummed, "that's fair. it's a good thing you didn't go. seriously, have never seen such a long queue outside of the cafe in my whole years of working there."

"there was a queue?" he says as he pulls back from the hug.

"yeah, i felt like i was working at some fancy restaurant. oh god, speaking of there are so many karens trying to scam me and gaslight me into thinking i did something wrong when i did nothing wrong." you groaned and buried your head against ni-ki's chest.

he pats your head. "were you the shift manager?"

"usually i am whenever i am working that day."

"mmm, then you could've kicked them out and taught them a lesson."

"trust me, i wanted to but i can't i'll lose my job so i just sucked it up and patiently worked with them and even gave them a free bagel."

"not the free bagels, baby. they'll just come back again for more." ni-ki huffs.

"i know but what am i supposed to do." you sniffled as the tears that unknowingly appeared falls. you were just mad and exhausted. ni-ki obviously heard it so he pulls you back and cups your face.

"hey hey, don't cry. everything will be fine. why don't i run you a bath and then order some of your favourite food, okay?" he wipes the tears that were falling down.

"will cuddles be included?"

"of course. cuddles will be included. now, just lay in bed and i'll get the bath running." he pecks your forehead and goes to move to bedroom. however, you grabbed his wrist.

"carry me to my bedroom?" you pout. ni-ki smiles and scoops you up in his arms. he princess carries you over to your bed and places you gently onto the mattress before going over to the bathroom and getting ready the bathtub.

you had shut your eyes for a bit since you were tired but the exhaustion took a toll on you and you fell asleep for a little. ni-ki shakes you a little. "baby? the bath is ready. go enjoy it, i already placed an order so the food should be on the way soon."

you hummed and went over to the bathroom to remove your clothing and step into the bathtub. you laid your back against the edge of the tub and shut your eyes again. the candle light making everything moody and warm. you were enjoying the comfortable warmth and silence, much better than the bustling sounds at the cafe. this felt nice.

you had spent in the bathroom for about 20 minutes or so before deciding to get out of the tub. you didn't want to your fingers or toes to look like dried prunes so you decided to just get out of the water. you had grabbed the towel and dried yourself off. you could hear a knock at the door.

"baby, i have pyjamas with me. i forgot to leave them inside the bathroom." you opened the door to ni-ki. he had one hand out to hold the pyjama set and the other hand covering his eyes. a very gentleman thing of him to always do if you came out of the shower in just your towel.

you had noticed he too was wearing a pyjama set and it was similar to yours. of course, he loved matching things with you. you grabbed the pyjamas. "mmm, i think you forgot to grab my undergarments."

his ears quickly turned red in embarrassment. "ah, i knew i forget something. i-i'll just leave the room so you could change." and so ni-ki bolts out of the room and shuts the door. you shook your head, laughing a little since he was so adorable.

you changed into the pyjamas after putting on your undergarments and then went out to the living room. there ni-ki was, turning on the tv and searching up your favourite anime to watch together and setting up the food onto the coffee table. you had come up behind him and back hugged him.

"i have the best boyfriend in the world." you say. ni-ki smiles.

"well, let's not forget your boyfriend is one of a kind. where can you get another nishimura riki, member of boy band enhypen, in the world." he boasts. you playfully rolled your eyes and released him.

"that's very humble of you, riki." you playfully say.

"oh, i know. i'm just that hot." ni-ki smirks. you laughed.

"yeah, you are. now, will my hunk of a boyfriend please just cuddle and eat with me?"

"of course, i'll eat with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend any time." he steals a small peck to your lips and settles down on the couch. you gave him a playful gaze and settled right next to him.

after some time, you found yourself tangled with ni-ki. your legs and his long ones were somehow crossed in between in each other as you cuddled like cats laying together.

"oh, it's over?" you say.

"no, it can't be." ni-ki gasps.

a flash to the tv showed 'season 2 coming soon'. it made both you and ni-ki groan. "that's lame. we have to wait for the next season? that's going to take 1-2 years." ni-ki whines.

"they're going to pull another 'Spy Family' thing where there isn't going to have episodes in the next season, i can feel it." you complained.

"boooo. let's watch something else." ni-ki grumbles.

"yeah, let's watch-"

"let's watch, you. you're really pretty." ni-ki says as he stares down at you. ah, this playful and teasing ni-ki is appearing now.

"that wasn't that smooth, riki."

"well, to me it was. besides, this is a signal for you to reward me and i don't know give me a kiss or at least a peck? i am an amazing boyfriend, right?"

you snort, "yes, riki. you are but you're not getting that peck."

"what? why." he pouts.

"because..." you got closer to him and watches you with adorable doe eyes. before you unexpectedly peck him and ran away. ni-ki sits there confused, trying to analyse the situation properly. until he finally digested it.

"hey! get back here!" he yells as he tries to chase after you.

you could've not felt any better.

and being with ni-ki helped it.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello! i was wondering if you could do poly!plastic x reader where regina has a condition like anemia or is simply just sick and won't admit that she's sick or needs help till she eventually collapses. sorry if it's too specific and you absolutely don't have to do it if you fon't wanna! :)

The Date-

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; mostly Regina's pov, mentions of throw up, Regina's sick and hiding it, Gretchen stands up to Regina (though briefly), Regina blacks out, brief swearing

|| Summary; when Regina wakes up, she finds she isn't feeling well. But holds out for the date later that evening.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

+ Anon Request; hey can you do poly!plastics x reader where it's regina being sick or anemic (only her gfs know that) but would never admit if she's not feeling well because she has an image to "uphold." sorry if it's too specific! it's all gopd i you can't 😅

Author Note; i wrote her being sick, since that was easier for me to write 🫶

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It wasn't often Regina George got sick. In fact, there was hardly ever a time where she was. Of course she's faked being sick a number of times, just like every other kid. But today she was not feeling great. Like, at all. Every time she took a step Regina felt like she would throw up. Or pass out. Or both.

But did she take the day off? No. Because there were things she genuinely wanted to do at school and after today. She wanted to see her girlfriends and partner. Plus, Regina was looking forward to their date tonight. She booked them reservations at a nice ass restaurant and it would suck to lose their spot. Considering the next wait was nearly two months. She wasn't about to wait forever again. So, Regina tried her hardest to look okay. She may have over done it a bit on the makeup, but Regina hardly cared right now.

Despite feeling sick, Regina still took the time to pick up all of you. You, Gretchen and Karen. None of you noticed the signs at first. Gretchen thought she maybe saw a grimace, or was it a scowl? Sometimes it was hard to tell with the blonde. She did try keeping an eye on her, though it didn't take long before Gretchen was distracted by Karen's lips.

Being at school was probably the worst part of it. She skipped a lot of her classes. Regina ended up spending most of her day in the bathroom, just in case she threw up. Because there was no way she would be listening to a teacher right now. No matter who told her to. She'd come out for lunch, hanging out with you and the girls. Trying to seem okay enough that no one would ask her any questions.

Regina managed to make it all the way until the end of the day. Where everything went wrong. Regina was walking next to you, on her other side was Gretchen and Karen. The four of you walking together. You held Regina's hand, rambling about whatever your latest interest was. And Regina tried to pay attention. She really, really did. But... everything went black.

She could vaguely hear the sounds of voices, though it was like she was separated by water. It was muffled, groggily. All around impossible to understand. When she finally came to, Regina was in the nurse's office at the school. Bucket at her couch side. You were next to her while Gretchen and Karen watched nervously. Hands and arms linked together. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but you put a hand to her chest. Keeping her down.

"No you don't," You murmured. Regina's eyes locked to yours and you could see the pain and nausea behind her eyes.

"What..?" Regina had started to ask what happened, but you answered before she could speak. Wanting her to save her strength. You gently brushed Regina's hair out of her face, hand cupping her cheek before you spoke.

"You passed out. Nurse said you looked feverish," You explained, Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes. Slowly letting herself sink into the couch a bit. Before her eyes widened.

"The date-" Regina said, once gain thinking about the reservations. You just smiled softly and shook your head. Looking to Gretchen.

"Absolutely not, those reservations aren't as important as your health." Gretchen put her foot down; which was rare for her to do. Especially to Regina. Though Gretchen's worry for her out weighed any fears.

"There were reservations?" Karen blinked, looking at Gretchen. She forgot all about it. Gretchen just sighed.

"Not for tonight." Her tone held a sense of firmness to it that sounded weird coming from Gretchen. Regina challenged her, knowing it usually didn't take much to sway the girl.

"Excuse me? We're going, I paid a shit tone for those spots. Besides, I'm literally fine. You're overreacting." Regina grumbled. Trying to keep hold of her image. She had to be fine.

You frowned at her, deciding to take over when you saw Gretchen tense up," we'll get a refund, baby. Go another time. But like Gretchen said, those reservations aren't as important as your health."

Regina did not look happy in the slightest. But she finally stopped fighting on it, mostly because she threw up in the trash can. And she was smart enough to know there would be no convincing after that.

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

Curtis parent headcanons but they lowkey suck

• Going off of the names SE Hinton gave them Karen Josephine Curtis & Darrel Curtis Sr

• THE high school sweethearts ever

• Karen actually isn’t from Tulsa, her family moved there from California the summer before junior year

• They had math together and that’s how they met

• Okay and hear me out on this one, Karen came from a wealthy family 😱(I know, I know shocking)

• It was Karen, her mom, her dad, and her little brother Cooper

• Darrel sr came from an underclass family, his dad and mom and 4 sisters, he was the baby of the family

• No one and I mean NO ONE called Darrel by his first name, he was solely adressed by his middle name, Parker (I refuse that he has the same middle name as Darry jr)

• Once the two started dating he started calling her by her middle name as a pet name, so they were Josie and Parker all throughout highschool

• Her parents did NOT like him, hated that they were dating, hated that he was lower class, hated him

• Anyways the two dated all throughout highschool and eventually eloped when they were 18

• Josie’ family entirely cut contact and she couldn’t see her brother anymore

• Parker’s parents were angry but eventually forgave him

• They had Darry a year later. he was not planned in anyway shape or form (sorry Darry 😔)

• Josie named him because throughout her and Parker dating she had always said she loved the name Darrel and he would always laugh it off, he was fine being just Parker, so when the baby was born she named him Darrel almost to prove a point

• All throughout the pregnancy and first few years of Darry being born they lived with one of Parker’s sisters

• Eventually Darrel was able to get a job as a roofer (foreshadowing) and they were able to afford a house of their own with some help from his family

• Soda was born a few years later when they were more prepared to have kids and then a few years later they had ponyboy

• Josie had to work throughout pretty much all of this, she was a checker at a grocery store

• Their life stayed the same throughout the next few years until the boys started making friends

• By the time darry was 15 they had around five boys always in the house at once

• Josie loved it, she had always wanted a bog family

• Parker just missed how loud bigger family’s could be

• Their house basically became the safe haven of the neighborhood, no one hated the Curtis parents, cops, upper-class adults, kids, no one

[frownyalfred]

Hi! I'm the anon who sent the ask with "apropos" misspelled in the first sentence 🫣 but also I think the schedule would like... three weeks on, one week off, for four months, then you get four months of one week one, three weeks off, and then rinse and repeat.

I imagine they get paid on salary, with the option for overtime bonus pay if they take on extra shifts (with limits to protect mental health), but regardless of what they do, they all get paid insane amounts, like, 2x or 3x what they would normally get paid doing the same job for a normal company with full benefits (like insane benefits like unlimited paid sick leave, paid two year maternity and paternity leave, two months vacation, etc (because Bruce worries about them being poached by villians or whatever to betray the league, so he wants to make as happy as possible working for the league))

But like. They also basically have to agree to give up any privacy. They agree to credit monitoring (if you get any debts that can be used a leverage, etc), unannounced checks of communications, regular health checks, including checks for mind control by a league member like Martain Manhunter, and just so many other things. If they have kids, they have the option to place their kid in a private school with very strict security protocols, amount other things.

I can't decide if they would require employees to move to housing communities with 24/7 guards and cameras (for their protection) or not. But they would make all employees sit through the save kind of lectures family's of US spys have to (how to tell if you're being followed, take a different route to school/work every day, what to do in an emergency situation, etc)

If you get hired, you aren't hired by the league unless you have a public facing job, like pr person or whatever, but by a shell company, or by one Wayne or Queen's companies. This way you don't get flagged as working for the league, plus if you quit you have a job reference you can give to future employers. Although, if you're fired (hard, usually involves VERY bad decision making, like getting caught getting drunk and bragging about said job in a bar, or causing a very big lab explosion (you were told NOT to do it by Karen in HR (fuck karen, she didn't even appreciate STEM)) and nearly killed yourself by blowing a hole in the watch tower and getting sucked into the vacuum of space.) and then you might get your memory wiped.

Sorry for the block of text, I just have Thoughts about DC world building

Very interesting! This makes sense to me. Worldbuilding is simultaneously so much fun and also terrifying because you have to nail little details like this.

[idanceuntilidie]

YAN DEMON X HUMAN READER X YAN ANGEL PLS SORRY I HADNT REALIZED YOU DIF ANGEL ALREADY VKVK

I hope it was okay!! it accidentally got long.. sorry pookie wookie woo damn this would make a good vn ngl

yan angel x gn reader x yan demon

tw: yandere themes and behaviours, mentions of killing

The light from the billboard always shinesBut it changed twelve times since you went away

Requests are open

“An angel sat on one shoulder, a devil on the other. Both of them wore my face.” But you are not really sure they have your face. You are not a very religious person, so you didn’t understand why they decided to bother you exactly but at least you weren’t lonely anymore. Mirui appeared first, you remember the meeting very well, hell, it gave you a heart attack. You work in a small cafe, a gem hidden in the mud. You liked it very much, your boss was nice and you even made friends with some of the people you worked with.

Well you didn’t think it was so nice and fun now, working as the cashier reminded you about the thing you dreaded. Interactions with other beings that you do not know, see for the first time and could be really fucking mean at times. Homosapiens. A woman in her mid twenties stood in front of you, waving her hands and screaming her lungs out. Your polite smile tightens as your nails dig painfully into your forearm. She found out that what she ordered was really expensive, it’s weird because there are prices next to the stuff you guys make. The woman's face flushed deep beet red in anger, and you are pretty sure she spat on you. Ew. You heard a small chuckle followed by a loud snort and laughter from your right, it startled you, but when you looked there you saw no one. After another fit of laughter you noticed a small red thing sitting on your right shoulder. A small human-like creature. It looked back at you, eyes flickering with mischief and a small full of white sharp teeth. “You should spill that coffee on her, ya know? It’s still hot, it can’t go to waste” it said Your eyes slowly went back to the screaming woman, then on the hot coffee on the counter.

To be fired or not to be fired, that is the question. Before you even got a chance to fully think this through, your boss appeared behind you and shooed you away to deal with the customer. Your boss was a savage old lady, the customer stood no chance against her. Out of sight out of mind. The small demon muttered something, disappointed, it crossed its arms and pouted. You scurried away, to the kitchen to take your mind off of things and maybe help around a bit.

Faith appeared a few weeks after Mirui did, successfully stopping you from chugging only energy drinks, spilling coffee and doing pranks on rude customers. “Do it, do it, do it, do it!” she giggled manically, clapping her hands happily. Today Mirui decided to be feminine, she sat on your right shoulder like she always did. You noticed every day she had new outfits, very revealing of course, it made you blush slightly. “Shut up, I can't focus.” “Dear child, they might fire you.” a new voice on your left stated calmly. God damn it another one. This time a painfully white angel sat on your left shoulder. He didn’t even look at you, his attention was focused on little stone tablets sitting on his lap.

“Ew who the fuck are you” Mirui spat pointing a very sharp manicured finger on the angel.

“The only rational one here” “It looks disgusting, Y/N quickly throw it off!” she grabbed your collar and shook it violently. The angel rolled its eyes and looked at her. “Stop it demon spawn, I was sent here to make sure this disgusting-” it started but when it looked at Mirui, a look of disgust appeared on its face. “Piece of work won’t do too much damage to such a pure soul, y/n leave that salt alone.” You and Mirui groaned, you will have revenge on that karen. “You suck” “Go suck dick and shut up” “Language both of you” “Ew, let’s call it Faith or Angelico or something, it’s basic- just like it” Mirui gagged. Faith went back to his stone tablets, not looking at you or the demon. Even though it wasn’t looking, you could feel how he judges you. In the end, they didn’t leave you alone. 

You wake and fall asleep to their constant bickering. You figured it’s because Mirui is a demon, and Faith is an angel. Or maybe it’s because they are so different? It makes you tired honestly. Yet their different personalities and behaviors made your life a little bit more interesting.

Faith sat on the edge of the couch, watching as Mirui did a little fashion show. You were forced to watch too,  he wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t. Your eyesight got a little blurry, you were tired. Very very tired, so in the end you couldn’t help but just doze off. Mirui noticed it first, giddy as he returned to his normal size. Giggling and swinging his feet as he watched you slowly fall asleep. Carefully, he gets up to sit right next to you. He sighed dreamily as he played with you hair. Aren’t you just the cutest? Naive too, just perfect. He nuzzled against your cheek, smiling widely. He could feel how warm your body was, hell he could even smell you. Mirui covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the laughter that was slowly bubbling up.

He heard a very loud scoff from Faith and when he looked at them, they had a very unpleasant look on their face.

“What’s up?” he smiled „Jealous?”

„It’s disgusting how you cling to them when they are asleep.” Faith hissed

“Oh is the baby mad because they don’t have the balls to actually get this close?” Mirui smiled proudly, cuddling up to you even closer than possible. You stirred a bit in your sleep, your pretty face scrunching in confusion before returning to a calm state. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep on your side, only to be yanked back by his hair by Faith. “Back off, you demon scum” “Oh oh careful now or I might start to like it” “I am serious Mirui” Faith hissed, grabbing the demon's throat as they squeezed it painfully. Their touch was painful, Mirui swore he heard a small sizzling which made him hiss. “leave, they are mine and you knew that.” “fuck off, I love them more than your sorry ass does.” he said as he tried to get away from the angel.

It happened a lot, especially when you slept. None of them wanted to give you up, let the other have your love and attention which resulted in fighting. Oh how surprised you would be if you found out that those arguments were about you, and they didn’t just appear out of thin air. Hell they have known you way before you even noticed their existence. Always there, in the background, watching, listening, admiring. Mirui was first to approach, thinking that Faith would eventually back off, and then he wouldn’t need to kill them, but they didn’t. 

And Faith, well, at first they didn’t know about Mirui, but when he eventually wanted to meet you he saw that little red slut sitting on your shoulder whispering sins. Oh their poor sweetheart, tainted and tortured by a monster. He decided to watch for a bit then appear as your savior.Now both of them are stuck being next to each other almost all the time, none of them would give up though. They will stay by your side.

Your eyes slowly open to see a white and red blob strangling each other. Your face twists into a frown, before sighing and going back to sleep.

[alchemistc]

For the micro story: nr. 15: trembling hands or nr. 20: alone, finally?

I did 15 here!

20. alone, finally

"Sorry, we're leaving, I promise, I'm sorry about my drunk friends, it's just -- you guys are so cute together!"

Tommy watches a baby Queen march her drunk friends away from the LAFD tent, herding them like cats. It's almost dark out, and most booths are at least in the process of packing up. That is firmly not part of his agreement to man the booth for four hours, so he stands before Sal can comment on being mistaken for a couple again.

"Have fun packing up!" He calls out, already pushing up the back end of the tent, reaching for his phone in his back pocket, hoping desperately that Hen and Karen haven't gotten his baby bi too drunk to stand. He'd looked a little wobbly earlier that afternoon, but he'd accepted the ice cold water Tommy'd handed him with the kind of smile that usually meant he was thinking about sucking Tommy off.

He doesn't have a single text from any of them, and the concern starts to ratchet up before a fairly sober voice calls out "Hey handsome."

He's -- Christ, he's just drunk enough to know what he fucking looks like, leaning against the palm that had given them a modicum of shade all afternoon, long long legs in tiny tiny shorts, a tee shirt just barely long enough that, when paired with his comically out of proportion torso, isn't quite a crop top. Blue and purple and pink a little smeared on his cheekbone, dick necklace still around his neck.

("Where did you even find this," Tommy asked, his boyfriend two sheets to the wind and giving Sal a narrow eyed smile, like he suspected Sal might be up to something, volunteering to run the LAFD Pride booth with Tommy for the later part of the day.

"Karen ordered them online!"

Sal, two hours in to listening to Tommy bitch that he wasn't out there enjoying himself with his silly, beautiful, dressed-like-a-goddamn-whore of a man, had flicked his finger out at a particularly fat pink dick and introduced himself without any of the normal vitriol he reserved specifically for the men Tommy dated.)

"Hey." And they're alone, he realizes, the whole row of booths on either side broken down for the evening, street closed off for the rest of the weekend, Sal grumbling in the tent behind them.

"I brought you a change of clothes," he tells Tommy, unfolding a pair of shorts Tommy has doubts will fit over his ass. He's gonna be showing more thigh than he's been comfortable with since he was newly out. The shirt is -- doable, and definitely preferable to his department issue tee he's certain has permanent pit stains.

Tommy crowds Evan against the tree, enjoying the way he fits between the sprawl of Evan's legs, the way he's still a little sloppy as he kisses back, nose crushed against Tommy's cheek, tongue a little uncoordinated. "We don't have to go to the bar," Tommy wheedles, and Evan wheels his head back enough that the only reason he doesn't smack it against the trunk is the pressure from Tommy's hand preventing it.

"It's my first Pride. Are you gonna deny me the right to show off my hot firefighter pilot?"

God, it never takes much to convince him, when Evan pulls out those puppy eyes. He makes a grab for the clothes tucked under Evan's arm. "If Sal sees my ass when I'm changing, you don't get to fight him this time."

Evan tugs him in for another kiss instead of arguing the point.

[ringneckedpheasant]

yeah Minnesota is similar, the Twin Cities have the largest Somali population in the country & the area I grew up in also had a high concentration of immigrants

I haven’t had a chance to read it yet but a Somali professor who works in St. Cloud wrote a book about it called From Somalia to Snow: How Central Minnesota Became Home to Somalis.

TIL that Maine apparently has a largeish community of Somali refugees, and because of this Maine has become the ideal destination of new arrivals due to, y'know, people wanting to move somewhere where they feel less isolated. that said: imagine voluntarily choosing to live in Maine as a person from anywhere, let alone a desert! these people are America's strongest soldiers

[restinslices]

Ive seen your Lin Kuei Brothers hc about movie reactions and they re hilarious. I watched Mean Girls the other day and thought about their reaction watching it. I bet Bi-han would stan Regina lol. What do you think?

This is short because tbh I don’t really see them liking it😭. I added a little Drabble cause this took so long.

Although the idea of him being a Regina George stan is conical, I don't really see him enjoying movies like Mean Girls 

I'm not sure what movies he'd like or if he's more of a book guy, but Mean Girls is campy fun about highschool drama. I just don't see him being interested 

I'm not sure any of them would really be interested in it honestly. Mean Girls isn't just a girls movie but these are men who are in their 30s-40s and just don't give me Mean Girl stan. Yk?

I just don't see him liking it at all. He's checked out the entire time and when he's told it's a classic, he doesn't understand why 

It's not the worst movie he's ever seen but it's not his favorite. He'll never go out of his way to see it again 

A party pooper fr 

I don't think he'll be like “this shit is ASS!” because you like the movie but I can see him being like “well it was certainly a movie”

I don't know😭. I wanna say he'd like it, but it doesn't seem like his vibe. I'm sorry 😔

“Did you like it?” You asked once the movie was over. The answer? No. Honestly, halfway through the movie he completely checked out and if you hadn't announced that it ended, he wouldn't have noticed. 

“It was a movie” he answered simply. He went to get up from the couch but you grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. A random spout of strength that contrasted how sad you looked. 

“You didn't like it?” 

“I'm in my 40s”

“So?”

“So, it isn't for me”. Your frown deepened and he couldn't understand why. It was just a movie. He could understand why you liked it. It had childhood memories attached to it. He didn't have any memories attached to it, so to him, it was just a movie. 

“You suck ass” you finally said and crossed your arms. “I'm watching it again”. 

“Have fun with that”. 

I don't think he hates the movie but once again, I just don't see any of them truly appreciating it 

Teenage drama to him just isn't exciting. He's older so when problems arise he starts giving logical answers 

“How does Cady not see that she's also becoming a mean girl?”

Because that's the point of the movie Kuai 

He'll watch it maybe a few times with you if it keeps you happy

In canon he has a wife so I'm sure he knows that sometimes you gotta endure for them

I think his favorite character, if he had to choose, would be maybe Karen because she's just tryna live life based on my memory 

He's glad he understands the references you make now 

So there's positives  

Not his cup of tea but he likes that you like it 

“This is a classic, you say?” Kuai Liang asked. He meant for his tone to come out friendly and curious, but in reality it came out unsure and a little judgmental. Unfortunately for him, you noticed. 

“Shut up! You didn't like it?!” he couldn't understand why you were so surprised. He liked some movies but the movies he liked were nothing like Mean Girls. 

“I didn't say that”

“I cannot believe you. We're gonna watch it again until you like it”. Kuai Liang was tempted to get up and go do literally anything else, but when you snuggled close to his arm, he figured there was no harm in trying again. As long as he was close to his favorite person. 

I can see him being the brother that understands the message the most 

For some reason people debate on who's actually a mean girl. Whether it's Regina, Cady, Janis, ect. 

Tomas can see that multiple characters are mean asf

Now once again, I don't see this being his cup of tea, but hate is too strong of a word 

Dislike is too strong of a word 

The movie is just eh to him. It's just a movie. He won't suffer if he watches it but he'll never choose to watch it on his own

I can see him lying about how much he enjoyed it so he ends up watching it a lot more than he wants to because you keep putting it on 

Even if this isn't his favorite movie, he definitely thinks the first is better than the sequel 

That shit was ass 

Mean Girls is entertaining. The sequel… no❤

He watches it with you because it lets you spend time together. 

Honestly you could put on a shitty booty ass movie like Teen Wolf (2023) and he'd watch it if it kept the two of you together 

“Sooooo… thoughts?” You leaned back in your seat and look over at him with hope and happiness in your eyes. He internally winced. How could he destroy that shimmer in your eyes?

“I loved it!” he lies. His heart swells in his chest when you clap your hands together and give him a toothy grin. By the Elder Gods… you were far too cute for him. Now he certainly couldn't tell you he didn't particularly care for the movie! You'd look so sad. 

“I'm so glad! We should get matching pink shirts! We can wear them on Wednesdays!”. Tomas kept his forced smile on his face. Internally, he wasn't sure what can of worms he opened. All he knew was that it was too late to close it back up. 

“Sounds great” he mumbled. “Maybe we can watch the sequel I've heard about”. Why did he keep talking?

You scoffed. “Sure. I guess we can suffer together”. 

Suffer? Oh boy… 

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I keep thinking about every fic that you wrote with Tomura being just ANormalDude™ and just the idea of him having a normal job and being behind a counter selling things is so funny to me

Idk it's just something that I can't picture him do, like him being The Co-worker, the one that everybody at work talks about, the one that every new member is warned about the first days, the one always bored that seems one step away from killing a client

But he's also the most reliable person on the job, the one that everybody seeks out if they need an answer or some help and he's just good, like when he isn't there the staff suffers it lol

Sorry for my ramblings, it's a slow shift and I'm so bored

Lol normal Just A Guy!Tomura being a manager at a department store or something, and he is always vaguely off-putting, but people love it when they get to call their manger because Tomura will put the fear of God in the rowdy customers while being cool as a cucumber.

Dabi is the problematic new hire who should have probably already been fired for mouthing off and taking too many smoke breaks, but he hasn't been so far, and he's not gonna question that

And then he runs into Shigaraki at some party that he got called to so he could bring party favors, ending up walking into a play party instead of a house party or something, and cue him seeing Shigaraki domming the fuck out of someone, but he doesn't let them touch and doesn't end up getting off before he spots Dabi and goes to pull him aside and warns him that drug testing is coming up.

Dabi doesn't really give a shit about that when he can see the outline of the other's massive dick in his leather pants and says that he'll suck his dick if he doesn't fire him for this.

To which Tomura says that he can't just not fire him because he wants to fuck him-- because he's already not firing him because he wants to fuck him.

Surprised Pikachu!Dabi still ends up getting fucked 6 ways to Sunday, but he does still get fired when he fails his drug test. Dabi is a little pissy about that, but Tomura offers him a new job as his sugar baby, which is how Dabi finds out that Tomura is from rich mob family and his job is more or less a hobby and half of the 'karens' who come into the store are hit men getting their orders in code.

Absurdity continues to ensue

[philtstone]

ok for the pairing/word prompt

pairing: shawn and chief vick

word: fergulous

haha get it ok sorry actual word for the prompt is: limit

:3

set somewhere around later s2ish

"Chief, I've come to a conclusion."

"Mmm?"

"I believe this baby and I are spiritual cousins. We can commune on a metaphysical level. Just look at her great head of hair."

Bringing a six month old infant to a police station is not exactly what her mother-in-law would call orthodox parenting, but the nanny cancelled last minute, and, if Karen is being truthful, there's a limit to the number of hours she can go in a row without having her daughter close by.

It's also true, Karen has to admit, that Iris was born with a fully-thatched head of thick dark curls.

"Don't drop her, please," is all she says, signing at the bottom of yet another ream of paperwork. To say it had surprised her when Shawn Spencer spent the better part of the last hour after her ten a.m. briefing hovering above her desk and pretending very hard like he had no interest at all in holding a baby is an understatement. Whatever cool detachment and casual flippancy he’d used to flirt around her office with previously is now gone, and Karen observes with no small measure of bemusement the fluttery look of mesmerized fascination on his face while he stands, shockingly still, with her unusually quiet and peaceful baby nestled only slightly awkwardly in the crook of his arm.

"Boss," Shawn starts again after another blessed minute of silence, his eyes still glued to the baby. "You gotta level with me here. Does Mr. Vick get more attention from womankind when he goes out with the stroller?"

"I'm going to have to ask that you don't make me consider the possibility, Mr. Spencer."

She signs another document.

"Aw, come on. Chicks love it when a man is on the same mental wavelength as kids. That's why I worked at a summer camp for six months, you know."

She has always wondered whether Shawn has experience working with children; there was that one horrible suicide case a few weeks ago that left a little girl in foster care, and the three hours she spent at the station that could have been miserable for all involved were mostly occupied instead by elaborate games of i Spy and – inexplicably – bananagrams. Shawn had claimed the game was a staple feature of Gus’s work backpack.

Not entirely unbelievable, Karen admits. 

"Mmm," is all she says now, flipping to her next page serenely. Iris coos. Shawn stares at her in awe and lets her suck on his probably-unclean pinky.

She doesn't grimace, because when she looks up it's to the sight of Detective O'Hara frozen behind the glass door to her office, an expression on her face akin to a limpid-eyed doe caught in the throes of a cotton-candy-flavored swoon. If the door were open Karen thinks that they’d probably hear a squeak. She watches Juliet catch herself, turn on her heel, and scamper back to her desk.

Karen sighs; she probably was going to deliver a much needed report on the Lamden case.

She needs that report, dammit.

"Mr. Spencer," she says cooly, internally lamenting the imminent loss of her free baby soother. "Don't you have a murderer to catch?"

"Hm?" says Shawn, nasally. Iris has grabbed ahold of his nose and is burbling softly.

"The dead girl from this morning?"

"Oh, yeah," Shawn says, sounding like a cartoon character. "The boyfriend did it."

"Concrete evidence, if it won't be too much trouble, Mr. Spencer."

He rolls his eyes, but Iris is deposited carefully back into her bassinet. She hiccups. Shawn salutes and skips away. As Karen expected, Detective O'Hara reappears exactly a minute later, clutching case files to her chest and looking only a little bit more dreamy-eyed than usual.

"If you could leave the Lamden report on my desk, Detective," Karen starts without looking up, and, when Juliet, too, begins to hover, hides another pleased grin.

Perhaps this wasn’t the worst idea she’d ever had, after all.

[back2bluesidex]

Soju Bomb - JHS (18+)

Pairing: Neighbor!Hoseok X Neighbor Fem!Reader

Theme: SMUT, PWP, Neighbors au, f2l au, non-idol au, MDNI

Summary: Hoseok doesn't like soju usually, but he discovers he likes the taste when the drink is spilled on your body.

Wordcount: 2021

Warnings: Explicit sex, unprotected sex (act smart), Hoseok is kinky, reader is impatient, sex on the couch, mentions of military basecamp.

P.S: Soju Bomb is actually a cocktail containing soju and beer. but here in this fic, the word refers something else.

Minors and Karens are not allowed in this blog.

“You sure you don’t want some soju?” you wiggle the bottle in your grip towards Hoseok, asking your friend the question. 

“100% sure. I don’t vibe with the taste.” Hoseok makes a sound of disgust as he sits down with his bottle of overpriced whiskey. 

“Hoseok? Are you sure you’re Korean?” you fake a face of shock only to be hit by a thrown cushion. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N” Hoseok says, pouring himself a drink as you do the same. 

Hoseok is looking extra hot tonight. You wonder what kind of food and air he has been consuming in the military basecamp. His chest is firmer, shoulders wider, skin glows as if he is under strict skincare routine, thighs taut and toned and that short dark hair makes your knees weak. 

You are insanely attracted to your friend slash neighbor and as far as you understand Hoseok, the feelings of attraction are mutual, otherwise why would he spend the last night of his holiday drinking with you? The thought brings a smile to your face but you are quick to shove it down. You know now is not the time, you should wait for his discharge to finally ask him out.

You raise your shot glass to your mouth, place your lips on the rim and are about to take the first sip of the night but Hoseok decides to speak up, “There is this medical staff in our base camp. She asked me out last week.” 

His words pierce their way through your ears and cause a shock wave. You cough out the soju and spill the remains of the glass all over yourself. The delicious burn of the drink is shadowed by the burn that you are currently feeling somewhere in your heart. 

“Fuck hoseok! Did you have to- ugh!” you whine, trying to wipe your face, “what did you say? Are you going out with her then?” 

Hoseok has been trying to keep his sanity intact since the moment you walked into his apartment. However, his eyes keep on wandering all over your body, especially when that thin material of your tshirt and those obscenely short sleeping shorts are doing a very poor job in hiding your alluring body from his hawk-like eyes. 

But the scene that he is witnessing right now.. Is something different. Your pupils are blown out due to shock, your jaw, throat and collarbone are wet because of the spilled drink and your t-shirt has become a little bit transparent due to the wetness. 

He licks his lip completely forgetting about the question you have thrown at him. 

“Hoseok, I asked you something?” you whine again. 

Hoseok stops racking his eyes through your body and sits straight, “Huh? Ah- sorry. No… I said no.” 

Your muscles relax at his answer. “Oh okay.” You mutter softly. 

“Let me get you cleaned.” Hoseok stands up from his side of the couch and walks towards you. 

“No, I can-” you open your mouth but 

“Let me clean you up, Y/N'' Hoseok interrupts you, settling down on his knees right in front of you. 

Before Hoseok can understand what he is doing, he finds his mouth being latched to your jawbone, already sucking in the remnants of soju. 

You are at a loss of words. Trying to contemplate Hoseok’s choice of actions brings you only failure, especially when Hoseok is on his knees right in front of you, his mouth is attached to your throat and he is licking the soju off of your skin. 

You sigh in containment and he takes that as a sign of affirmation to keep going. 

One of his hands cradles the side of your face as another one wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His mouth descends further and reaches to the juncture of your throat and shoulder. He nips at your skin and you moan softly. 

Your hands find their way through his short dark hair, tugging and pulling those as if your life depends on it. Hoseok’s mouth knows what exactly to do, he surprisingly finds the spot that gets you all weak and bites down at it softly. You feel hotness pooling through your hole already. 

Hoseok ain’t doing any better. The soft whines and moans that you are making and the way he can feel your nipples pebbling against his chest, makes his shorts tighter with each passing second. 

He rapidly licks up every single drop of soju that you spilled on your body. His tongue glides through your skin making you feel dizzy. 

Hoseok tugs at the end of your tshirt, “should I clean you up more intimately?” His voice is sultry, a few octaves lower than his usual jovial voice. Your skin is sticky as hell and you don’t know how to reject his offer. So you choose the next best option. You pull your tshirt up and slip out of it. Hoseok’s eyes descend from your face to your exposed bare chest as his hand reaches out to fondle with your tits. 

Standing up from his knees, he pushes your body down on the couch. Then he climbs on top of you. He places each of his knees on either side of your body and hooks his fingers on the waistband of your shorts. 

“May I?” Hoseok is nice enough to ask for your permission but you are nothing less than a horny desperate bitch wanting to be fucked out of senses by your hot neighbour. So you nod your head frantically. Hoseok chuckles and murmurs, “cute” before tugging down your shorts and discarding that somewhere on the floor. 

Then he does something unexpected and, well, very kinky. 

Hoseok reaches for the bottle of soju and hooks two of his fingers on the mouth of it. Titling it towards your almost naked body, he shakes it with a mild pace. A decent amount of soju leaks through the gap of his fingers and spills all over your body, wetting you even more than before. 

Your jaw drops open. You find words to collect and finally say something but you fail when you perceive Hoseok’s eyes going darker staring at your naked, wet body all ready for him. 

“Fuck.” he curses, “never knew I would be this desperate to taste soju ever in my life.” he mutters while undressing himself leaving only the boxers. His tshirt goes flying in the air to keep your clothes company.  

Before you can admire his sculpted body, he dives down. 

His hands find yours as he clutches your wrists and pin those above your head. His mouth reaches for your lips to share the very first kiss of you two. It starts off as soft and sweet but quickly elevates into rough and passionate. You taste whisky and urgency on him. 

Licking the seam of his lips, you ask for entrance, which he gives you willingly. 

Finally, Finally you are getting to taste Jung Hoseok and he definitely tastes better than your imagination. 

Hoseok has been fantasizing you for years but never has he ever thought he will get you like this, all wet, naked and spread out on his couch like this. Now that his dirty dreams have become real, he can’t help himself but taste every inch of your skin. 

His mouth leaves your lips and starts dropping down your throat. He sticks his tongue out and licks the drops of soju eagerly. 

“Umm.. soju tastes good when it’s on you.” he hums in containment. You moan his name out. His next destination is your tits. He holds both of your wrists with his one hand and brings the other one down to grab one of your tits, while his mouth takes your other nipple inside of it. 

He gives your nipple a few small sucks, blows on it and then starts sucking on it hard. The wet sloshing sound that his mouth makes, causes you to whine and moan loudly enough.  

Hoseok rolls and plays with the other nipple and forces your eyes to shut down with all the ministrations. 

It’s been so long since you have felt this good in anyone’s hands. Or maybe it’s just that Hoseok really knows his way with women. 

His tongue glides further down your body and starts lapping up the drink from your stomach. In a moment he is placing the fat of his tongue flat on your stomach and in the next moment his pretty lips are pouting and he is vacuuming the wetness from your skin, either way, Hoseok is ruining you very very badly.   

His mouth reaches to your clothed mound and he asks again, “may I?” 

“Yes. fuck yes.” You shout out. 

He soon leaves your wrists alone and uses his hands to tug down your underwear. He regards your slick folds with his darkened eyes for a moment and then he mumbles, “This cunt. Thoughts of this cunt kept me up night after night. And it’s still better than what I imagined.” 

“You imagined my cunt?” you ask, smirking up at him.

“You have no idea, doll.” he smirks. 

The nickname causes your cheek to turn pink but you don’t have time to dwell upon that when Hoseok is stripping himself off and standing naked in front of your eyes. 

The size and girth of his cock makes makes you wonder if he is going to fit inside you or not. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll stretch you out.” hoseok replies as if reading your thoughts. 

“No. No need. I need you inside me. Right now.” you breathe out. 

“You sure? You can take me?” he makes sure you are not taking his cock lightly.

“Yes. Now please quit waiting and fuck me.” you whine. 

Hoseok chuckles at you, “so impatient”. He then climbs on his previous position and lines his cock right on your entrance. 

One of his hands holds you down by your waist while the other one reaches for your clit, and starts drawing small circles on it. 

“So wet. All for me, Doll?” His husky, lust dripping voice makes you shiver.

“Yes. Hoseok. All for you.” you reply. 

“Love it when you call my name like that.” he briefly mutters before pushing his shaft inside you. 

You suck him in like your cunt was made to accommodate his cock, and Hoseok can’t wait to drill you down already. 

“Fuck, Hoseok” you curse his name as your eyes start rolling back due to the pleasure mixed pain you feel. 

“Yes, doll. Gonna fuck you so good.” He rolls his hip in order to produce the first thrust. 

You moan some incoherent words as Hoseok starts moving rhythmically. The friction of his cock on your wall is so unbelievably good that you feel like you can cum already. But then Hoseok starts stimulating your clit again and pushes you on the edge. 

“I- I won’t s- stay long if you keep doing this.” You manage to voice somehow. 

“Cum then. Cum on my cock.” Hoseok says, keeping an eye contact with you. 

But you don’t. It’s your first time with him and you want to finish together, also, you are not quite there yet. 

However, you probably spoke (or thought) too soon because Hoseok starts taking up a faster pace. His hips move relentlessly and slams his dick inside you harder and harder. 

With his fingers still abusing your clit, you start squeezing him. 

“Fuck, Y/N”  Hoseok groans. And with one more thrust, you are cumming. 

“Oh my god! Fuck!” you pant heavily. 

Hoseok follows right behind. He cums inside you, filling you with his seed to the brim. 

Falling on top of your body, he snuggles his nose in your neck. A sigh of containment releases from his mouth as he takes in your natural phenomenons. 

You wrap your hands around his body to keep him close.

“So.. why did you reject that medical staff?” You place your playful question. 

“Because.. I have a soju bomb that I have a huge stupid crush on.” Both of you giggle laying there naked in each other’s warmth.   

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How about a Regina George x fem reader (I'm not a writer just a reader lol, the best I can do is song lyrics so I'm sorry if this idea has been taken or sucks)

Rivalry Turned Romance:

Your character and Regina are rivals in some way.

Initially, their interactions are filled with snarky remarks and subtle sabotage as they try to outdo each other. However, beneath the rivalry, there's a mutual respect and fascination.

As they spend more time together, they start to appreciate each other's strengths and vulnerabilities. Their competitive banter gradually turns into playful flirting, and they realize there's more to their relationship than just rivalry.

Rivalry Lights the Spark for Romance

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, brief mentions of getting drunk, reader and regina rivalry, enemies to friends and lovers mention, long fic

|| Summary; reader and regina never got along. Like, ever. It would be a cold day in hell if they did. There was always something for the girls to argue over... until there wasn't.

Requests open!

Started; September 17th

Finished; September 17th

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Regina George. The two of you were in a stare down from across the cafeteria. You sat with your group of friends, she sat with hers. Regina and you have had a long standing rivalry that dates back to sixth grade. When Regina stopped being human. Your friend group and hers used to be one big group that hung out together all the time. Then the Janis incident happened and you and your friends sided with Janis.

You, Prudence Ollia, Savie Lane and Nyla Caves were deemed 'weirdos' for doing so. While Regina, Gretchen and Karen grew in popularity. Janis was left on the side lines. You and her haven't hung out at all in the more recent years. Since highschool you've just lost touch with each other.

Which brings us back to present day.

"So. What's our next sabotage plan for Lilith over there?" Prudence asked. Lilith was the code name which your group had made for Regina when you talked about her in public and didn't want others to know.

You didn't take your eyes off Regina. It was like the two of you were in some game of chicken. First one to look away loses," huh?" You asked, not really paying attention.

"Next sabotage plan." Prudence simplified.

"Oh!" Savie grinned as she slammed her hands on the side of the table, looking at the three of you with mischief in her eyes," we replace her shampoo with hairdye. Give her green hair."

"Classic." Nyla nodded with a laugh," but none of us would even be able to step foot in Regina's house."

"Actually, I'm pretty certain her mom still thinks Lilith and I are absolute besties. Maybe I could give it a try, make an excuse like she left something in her room for me to pick up or whatever. Lilith's mom probably wouldn't even think to ask for details." You stated, eyes still on the blonde. You swear she hasn't even blinked once this whole stare down.

"I'll buy the hair dye," Savie did an excited clap. She was usually the most hyped up when it came to the sabotage plans.

That night, you did exactly what you had said you would. Luckily Ms George did think the two of you were still friends and Regina happened to be out at a party. So you were able to pull things off pretty smoothly.

The following day, Regina George showed up to school with bright lime green hair. But instead of laughing, people were in awe. And lime green hair was a trend over the next couple weeks.

Regina remained unaffected, which annoyed you to no end. How does everything you do just boost her popularity? It was infuriating. Though you couldn't help but respect her just a little. Only a little.

She walked by your locker as you were grabbing your trumpet out for music class," What? Too cool for green hair, L/N?" She smirked at you when she noticed you hadn't dyed yours to follow the trend. That technically you started.

"Shouldn't you be off trying to steal Christmas, Grinch?" You replied, trumpet case by your side.

Her eyes widened just slightly in annoyance and she snatched your case from you, flicking it open and taking the mouth piece. She handed your trumpet back," good luck in music, loser." Regina winked at you as she walked away. Mouth piece in her fist.

You sighed deeply. Honestly surprised she even recognized that piece was important. You didn't think Regina knew anything about music. Though the only grievance her act actually caused you was a lecture from the music teacher about not "losing" pieces to your instrument.

So it didn't bother you all that much. Which annoyed Regina, but she had a small respect for it. But it was only small.

Things like this would continue to happen between the two of you throughout the rest of the year. Each of you gaining a little bit more respect for the other.

One day, a few weeks before the Christmas talent show, Regina passed by your locker and gave you her signature smirk.

"Hey, L/N. Signing up for the talent show?" She asked, clearly she wasn't really interested. However, unless you were seeing incorrectly, her eyes scanned your body. It was quick and easy to miss if you didn't happen to be looking in her eyes when it happened- what? Pfft, no you weren't staring into Regina's eyes. You hated her.

"Yeah, actually. You still doing that tradition of yours?" You replied, arms folded across your chest as you leaned against your locker.

Regina scoffed, folding her own arms," obviously. Bet it's better than whatever you're doing."

"Playing the trumpet without a mouth piece. You know, when you stole it it gave me the idea to actually give it a try. Kinda fun," You grinned at her. Yes you did it specifically so you could rub it in her face that you were unbothered.

You saw her eye twitch ," whatever, loser."

Christmas was nearing, the talent show was here. You were on before the plastics and Mr Duvall called your name to the stage.

You walked on and took a seat, trumpet held in front of you. You took a breath and got ready to play. Only no sound came out when you tried.

"What?" You muttered to yourself and turned your trumpet around, looking down into it. Apparently someone had stuffed it with pink slime. Not the runny kind, but the kind that looks more like rubber. You rolled your eyes. You didn't need the pink to tell you who had done this," Just a moment."

You got up and took the slime out as you headed back stage, looking for Regina. When you found her; her and her crew were laughing. Presumably at you. They hadn't noticed you approach, so you took your chance.

You threw the slime directly at Regina, it slapped her in the face and landed in her hair. Getting stuck. She screamed and her eyes snapped to your direction.

"Oh you're so dead!" She immediately walked towards you, you stood your ground even after getting a solid bitch slap from the blonde.

The two of you were now in a full on brawl, you knocked Regina to the ground but she pinned you there. The both of you wrestled each other.

Gretchen and Karen shared a look while Cady encouraged it. Being the fake she is.

It didn't take long for Ms Norbury to find you and Regina and separate the both of you.

"She attacked me!" Regina yelled.

"You punched first!" You yelled back.

Ms Norbury sighed deeply," I don't care who started it, ladies. You are both just as involved as the other." Her eyes landed on the slime in Regina's hair," Regina, go get cleaned up. Y/N Mr Duvall's office. Regina you'll meet her there. You have ten minutes before I come get you to make sure you go."

"Ugh. This is so fucking stupid," Regina muttered.

"You're fucking stupid," You muttered right back as you both walked out. Narrowing your eyes at each other.

Soon enough, the both of you are in Mr Duvall's office. Just waiting for the talent show to be over as Ms Norbury waited with you. Keeping an eye on you both in case another fight started.

When Mr Duvall finally joined you, he looked... more disappointed than anything. Or maybe he was just tired.

"How many times must we do this?" He asked. This was not the first time you and Regina had been in his office together.

You and Regina gave each other a side eye.

"It put slime in my trumpet," You pointed to Regina.

"'It'?!" She looked ready to fight you again.

"Girls! Please." Duvall sighed and leaned forward, arms rested on his desk." Both of you are in the wrong. Both of you are being punished. You'll have detention with each other for the rest of this week and next. And you'll be given tasks from the janitor. Maybe if you work together on it... you'll at least tolerate each other more and I won't get so many headaches."

You did not tolerate each other more.

At least, not at first. The first few clean up tasks were absolutely hell.

That was until the janitor trusted you and Regina with floor cleaning machine. (i wish it had a better name but i could not find anything. they're those zamboni things. i'm just gonna call it a zamboni 😭)

You don't know how you earned his trust to use this but you did. School was out for the day and you and Regina had to stay behind, the janitor left already. Leaving the two of you to work alone with this.

You glanced at Regina and grinned. "Bumper cars?"

Regina raised an eyebrow," you're so stupid."

"Come on! You know you want to~!"

"Absolutely not." She folded your arms and started walking away.

You got an even better idea." Slip and slide?"

That got her to pause and consider it. She looked back at you," if it will get you to shut up."

"Definitely." It wouldn't.

You and Regina worked together to get the floor of a hall cleaned up with the cleaning zambonis. Once it was done, you took a running start from around the corner then sprinted down the hall. Sliding the whole way down and trying to stay on your feet. You did not. You landed on your ass about half way down.

Regina laughed as she watched you and thought 'screw it' as she did the same thing. She made it about the same length as you, then fell on her front with a thud.

The two of you laid on the floor and laughing, looking at each other with smiles on your faces. Maybe Regina George wasn't so bad. What you didn't know is that Regina was starting to think the same about you.

"Hey. Wanna ditch this and go get bobas?" You asked, you doubted she would even agree.

Regina seemed to hesitate for a moment before she got off the floor," yeah, sure. But you're paying."

"Aw, whattt? You're like a billionaire." You stood and followed her out of the school.

"So?"

You rolled your eyes but smiled. The halls didn't get cleaned that night, but it seems Mr Duvall's strategy worked a little better than he thought it would.

The two of you rekindled your friendship, you still annoyed each other to no end but on a less... chaotic scale. It was more controlled and less sabotages.

And later it even became more as you and Regina had a very intense drunk make out session.