#i feel like i have a right to be pissed but the rest of my family is treating this like i have no right to be pissed

[zozosrozo]

Choi Su-bong/Thanos (Squid Game) x fem! reader HCS

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN!!!!!

also first ever post?! it’s a little short, but hope ya enjoy!!

SFW:

• he ADORES physical touch

• touching u at every chance he gets, like even simple hand holding, leaning against u

• HE LOVES IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES FROM U!!

• casually grabs u by ur ass in public, or give u a lil slap. when u confront him about it, he acts like he dont know what are u talking about, then giggle

• using ur breast like fidget toy, when he’s stressed

• squeezing it, when he feels like it

• shoving his head between ur boobs, bro can stay like that for a good 10 minutes until he calms down

• if u ask him if he would still love u as a worm, he would tell u that he’s not a zoophile

• pet names!! baby, babe, princess are his favs!

• he’s not so good with commitment and stuff like that, would prefer an open relationship (one sided tho, he's so possesive of u)

• have huge jealousy issues when it comes to u

• a male species near u??? he goes into rage mode, getting aggressively touchy to claim u! show everyone that u are his!!

• would apologise to u with rap songs

“Y/N” he screamed outside your house. throwing rocks at the window to wake u up.

“what the fuck…” u muttered to yourself, as u walked over to the window to check what this idiot come up with this time.

as soon as he saw your face, he screamed again, his hands clutching onto his chest “SEÑORITA!!! I WANT TO APOLOGISE TO U!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! U DO REALISE THAT ITS 3 AM RIGHT NOW???” u screamed back at him, slightly leaning forward through window.

“I LOVE U!!!!!” he get on his knees.

“ARE U HIGH?????” u asked, clearly pissed at his presence.

“HI!!!!!” he said as he waved his hands to u, enthusiastically with a goofy grin.

even after this response, u can’t tell if he’s high. that’s pretty much how he’s acting regardless if he’s on drugs or not.

he turn on boombox, a cliche beat hit your ears. he stands up and cleared his throat.

“Yo, I messed up, I admit it, I’m a clown,

Flirting like a fool when you weren’t around.

But I swear, it was harmless, just a slip of the tongue,

Now I’m here confessing where I went wrong.

I told her, "Hey, nice shoes," and that’s all I meant,

But now I’m in the doghouse, paying the rent.

Baby, you’re the star, the queen of my heart,

And that other conversation? A throwaway part.

She laughed at my joke, yeah, I felt kinda cool,

But now I see, I was the class clown fool.

I’d never trade you for some silly chat,

You’re the boss, the CEO, I’m just the doormat.

I’ll buy you flowers, write your name in the sky,

Sing off-key if it’ll dry your eyes.

I’ll even quit drugs if you need me to,

Just don’t leave me hangin’, I’m a mess without you.

So baby, I’m here, on my knees with this beat,

Admitting my crimes, can’t handle defeat.

Let’s laugh this off, put it in the past,

‘Cause you and me, girl, we’re built to last.”

he end up the song showing a small heart formed with his thumb and index finger.

u sighed “all right, come inside”

“YAYY!!!” he did a happy jump and clapped his feet in midair.

• tbh he’s so silly

• steals flowers from a random garden for u

• night visits, but uses a window instead of a door to enter ur place, literally like some kind of teenager

• even if u gave him the keys to ur apartment, he will use the window no matter what

it was dark outside, about 11 pm. u were coming back from work. damn how exhausted u felt. some arguments with clients, boss yelling at u. it was not ur best day for sure.

u checked ur phone. still no text from Thanos. why he was ghosting u? probably he don’t want to deal with ur complains about how bad ur day went.

u opened the apartment door. u don't give a damn about anything. you plan to go to bed right away, you don't have the strength to change your clothes, wash yourself or eat something.

you threw everything aside and went to the bedroom. when you turn on the light in the room, you see your boyfriend lying on his side, resting his head on his hand, rose in his teeth.

“U WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK???” u flinched. u can’t get used to Thanos randomly spawning in ur house.

“and i missed u too, princess” he grinned, standing up and then theatrically hand over the rose to u.

“i brought ur fav burgers and lotta beer” he said, pointing out at ur kitchen.

“thanks” u smiled softly at him. u can’t help but melt inside at his behaviour. he’a an asshole, but what a cute asshole.

“no problem, babe” he leaned to u, giving u a tight hug. burying his face in the crook of ur neck.

• avoids deep emotional conversation

• would tell that he loves u, but he don’t put much weight into that

• he’s saying it casually like it’s common sense that he loves u

• painting each others nails!!!!

NSFW:

• pansexual king, but he wouldn’t label himself

• he don’t care about gender, he fucks who he consider as cute and that’s it!!

• when u ride him, he would comment something like: WROOM WROOM!! or YEEHAW!!!

• A TOTAL FREAK….

• piss kink (y’all can’t prove me wrong)

• HE LIKES IT DIRTY!!!!

• public sex

• like fingering u in a club or on a party, sometimes anal when he's high

• claiming u like that in front of other people?? IT TURNS HIM ON SO BADD

• never a sub, it would hurt his ego

• bro don’t know what gentle sex is

• always rough and aggressive

• smokes weed/cigarettes during sex, blowing smoke in your face

• talking about himself in third person "yeah, babe. the great Thanos will make u feel so good”

“u like that slut? u like Thanos’s dick that much??”

• he’s not into after care. usually he just rolls down on bed, doesn't even bother putting on clothes, hug u tightly and fall asleep like that

[straylightdream]

complete mess

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: choi seungcheol x f.reader

life is hard, and he can’t take the weight of the world that feels like it’s on his shoulders. when he asked you to run away with him you can’t imagine saying no.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, established relationship, comfort

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): none

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, hurt, dealing with stress, depression, and anxiety from work. cheol is an emotional mess dealing with stress, lots of crying

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluffy vanilla smut, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), shower sex, creampie, body worship, oral (f.rec), fingering

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature, 18+

𝐚𝐧: this is a story that I have posted in the past and reworked. Have been thinking about making this a scoups story for a long time.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

“Runaway with me.” Those three simple words echoed in your mind as you gripped his hand sitting on an airplane next to him. The stress of the world seemed to be eating him alive.

An unexpected phone call woke you up in the middle of the night. He sounds lost on the phone. Rambling on about how he can’t take the stress of everything.

At three thirty in the morning you open your apartment door and you find him standing on the other side with puffy eyes and his hair looking a mess. He’s carrying a duffle bag and backpack and you can’t help but be confused on what’s going on. He always tries to act so calm and collected, but right now he just seems lost.

“Seungcheol,” reaching up, resting his hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes taking in your touch.

“Baby,” he murmurs, holding his eyes closed.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, moving your hand from his skin.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him. He puts his duffle bag down and looks up at you with an indescribable look, “I can’t take the stress right now. Everyone relies on me and I just need to step away from it all.”

You know the boys are getting ready for a comeback and Seungcheol feels like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. During this time the boys all heavily rely on Seungcheol and it seems like he’s starting to break.

“Did you want to stay here for a while?” You know that living with some of the boys can be a lot to handle and if he’s stressed he won’t want to feel like he is a burden to them.

“Runaway with me,” he blurts out, reaching forward taking your hand in yours.

Your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline. His words leave you completely shocked. “Cheol what do you mean?”

“Let’s book a flight and run away together,” he leaned forward pressing his forehead against yours.

You know you should say no. That you have to work tomorrow. That his manager and label will be pissed if he leaves randomly a week before their comeback, but you can’t say no to him.

“Okay.”

He pulls away and looks at you with wide eyes. Like he can’t believe you actually agreed to leave with him. This is an insane idea, but you know doing this will make him feel better.

“Let me text my sister to tell her she needs work tomorrow and for the next few days. I also need to pack my bag. Where are we going?” Lucky for you, you worked with your sister at your family bookstore. You’re also lucky that your family adores your boyfriend and will understand you need a little vacation with him.

He shakes his head, “I don’t know. I haven’t made plans on where to go. I’ll look for plane tickets while you pack.”

You take about thirty minutes to pack a backpack and duffle bag. Arriving at the airport he’s informed you he booked you a flight to Paris. Hand in hand you walk through the airport towards your terminal. He’s dressed in a hoodie with a hat and face mask disguising who he is for the most part.

Sitting on the plane holding his hand, his head is resting on your shoulder as he sleeps. He finally seemed to relax now that he was getting to run away with you.

The whole way to Paris you could only think of his desperate plea for you to run away with him. You aren’t sure if he’s aware of the fact that you’re so in love with him, you would do anything he asked no matter what the consequences are. You know he didn’t tell anyone he was leaving with you. The label already wasn’t a big fan of you and your relationship with Seungcheol, and they were going to like you even less after they found out you ran away to a different country with him.

The flight was long but you were comfortably cuddled up next to your boyfriend.

With the time zone changing you and Seungcheol arrive in the middle of the afternoon. You’re working on getting a shuttle while Seungcheol works on finding somewhere to stay.

Arriving at a hotel Seungcheol walks you and checks. You have no clue how long he plans on staying here. You haven’t bothered asking him any questions. You’re just letting him pick what he wants to do. You told your sister you would be gone a week, but you don’t know what he has planned. He has a comeback in seven days he can’t miss, and he should be rehearsing at least two days before. His phone starts buzzing as it’s sitting on the counter and he quickly shoves it in his pocket. You didn’t get to see the name on the screen but you know right away it’s someone looking for him.

Walking to your hotel room you’ll be calling home for a little while. You can’t help but notice how beautiful the room is. There’s a queen sized bed pushed up against the wall and on the wall across from the door blush colored curtains block a view of the beautiful surrounding city.

He walks over sitting on the edge of the bed. He lets out a heavy sigh and pushes his finger through his hair. Walking over you sit on the edge of the bed next to him. Resting your hand on his thigh he leans against you.

“Who called?” you ask, needing to know who is looking for him.

“My manager.”

“They don’t know they left, do they?” He shakes his head. “Are you going to tell them where you went?”

“I will later. Right now I just need time with you,” he leans over and presses his lips to your cheek.

The only thing he asked for was time and so you gave him all the time he could need. You spent your first day there acting like tourists. Seungcheol mentioned multiple times how much he loved just being another person in the crowd. On your little secret getaway he was your boyfriend Seungcheol he wasn’t the famous idol S.Coups. He got to be someone normal, and that’s something he desperately craved. He loved being able to hold you in public and to be able to kiss you without the fear of someone following him and taking pictures of you. Your relationship with Seungcheol was very hidden away from public eyes but that was a choice you both made. There was something thrilling about being able to Openly kiss your boyfriend in public. It was something you’ve always desperately wanted to do but couldn’t.

About two hours into your adventure his phone started ringing often. The first few calls were from his manager, the following calls were from the boys. You made it about another hour before Jeonghan called you. You stared at his name on the screen before holding your phone up for Seungcheol to see. You were probably the closest to Jeonghan out of all of Seungcheol’s brothers.

“Answer it. The calls won’t stop until we talk to them,” he says before letting out a heavy sigh.

“What do I say?”

���Tell them, I’m with you and that I’m safe.” He wanted you to keep the conversation to the bare minimum information.

Answering the phone you could hear the panic in Jeonghan’s voice as he said, “please tell me he’s with you.”

“Hannie, he's with me.”

A sigh of relief passes through the phone, “we had no clue where he was. The last time we saw him was when he said he was going to bed. We woke up and he was just gone. He didn’t leave a note or answer any calls or texts.” You could tell how worried Jeonghan truly is.

“He’s fine don’t worry,” glancing up at your boyfriend you find him staring at you with a worried look. “He just needs a break. He’s really stressed out.”

“You’re not at your place are you?” Jeonghan is a wise man. If you lie to him and say you’re home he’ll be able to tell immediately.

“We’re not.”

“You won’t tell me where you are will you?”

You shake your head knowing he can’t actually see you, “no.”

“Okay just do me a favor and watch after him. He worries me when he’s like this. Also make sure he’s back by Thursday. We have to rehearse.”

“Okay I will. Goodbye Hannie,” hanging up your phone you look up at Seungcheol to see a worried expression on his face as he bites his bottom lip.

“We have time,” your simple sentence causes a smile to spread across his face.

The rest of the afternoon and evening you continue to travel around the city taking pictures of everything. You want to remember every single detail of this beautiful city.

As night falls on the city Seungcheol finds a cafe for you to get dinner. You eat delicious food surrounded by candlelight.

After returning to the hotel Seungcheol has the idea for you to take a bath together. This is something you normally don’t get to do. One reason is both your apartments only have walk-in showers.

You work on gathering your pajamas while Seungcheol gets a bath ready for both of you.

Resting in the warm bubbly rose scented water you sit between Seungcheol’s legs with your back resting against his chest. Aimlessly he draws circles on your thigh as he hums some song stuck in his head. You could be stuck in the moment in an infinite loop and you would never grow tired of this perfect moment. You feel completely at ease resting against him. This moment doesn’t feel like it has a timer hanging over its head.

“I love you,” you say softly.

His lips pressed to your shoulder giving you a sweet kiss. He hums against your skin, “I love you too.”

In the city of lights you’re stuck in a perfect little bubble and you don’t ever want to leave. He’s the most relaxed you’ve seen him in months and you don’t want to ever see your sweet boyfriend completely broken down by stress.

After your bath he helps you dry off and it’s not long before he kisses his way across your bare skin. Laying on the bed with your legs spread he rests between them leaving a trail of kisses from your calf all the way to your core. You’ve been together for two years and in that time he’s learned all the ways to make you moan his name. His fingers work pumping in and out of your touching just the right place while he laps at your sensitive bundle of nerves. Curling his fingers ever so slightly he’s touching just the right place causing you to whimper. Your fingers lock in his hair holding on to him. A heat spreads throughout your body as he pushes you through your orgasm.

Hovering over he kisses you, muffling your moans. Holding his face in your hands you look at him for a long moment. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he is. His pouty lips are slightly parted, as he moans your name. You love him so much you hope that you’re able to spend the rest of your life with him.

He’s hovering over you with his arms on either side of your head as he pushes into you. He stills for a moment and looks down at you saying, “I love you.” His lips are on your neck as he rolls his hips into your head over and over. Your leg is hooked over his lower back right above his butt holding him close to you.

He drops his head to your shoulder. You hear a mixture of his heavy breathing and moans. His sweet sounds of passion are like music to your ears.

Your hands grip at the skin on his lower back keeping his thrust shallow. You can’t seem to get him close enough to you. At this moment you’re both so needy for any kind of contact. Neither of you can seem to get enough of the other person.

Soon you find your release again moaning his name as your back arches off the bed. He doesn’t stop moving. He thrust his way through your release kissing his way up your neck. The closer he gets the more needy his moans grow. A spew of whimpers cross his lips as he says, “I’m close.”

He stills for a long moment finding his release inside you. He lays on top of you for a moment before rolling on to the bed next to you. His eyes are closed and a smile is plastered across his lips as he lays on his back. Moving you curl up next to him not worrying about the mess he made between your legs. You desperately want him to hold you.

The following day you spent the early morning curled up against Seungcheol. Your eyes fluttered open to the feeling of him kissing his way up your neck. You could have stayed in bed forever with him, but since you were in the city of love couldn’t do that. Hand in hand you walk through the city taking pictures of your boyfriend and taking pictures of beautiful city.

Your nights were spent with him between your legs. From the moment you arrived in Paris he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. Each time you were together it was passion filled. He made love to you in every way he could. It’s felt as if he’s making up for lost time.

Standing in the glass shower that’s near the tub in the bathroom, the warm rinsed your body as your back was pressed against the cool tile wall. One of his hands held your leg up as he rolled his hips into you. Open mouthed moans left your lips with each thrust. Your hands are wrapped around his neck holding onto him for leverage. It’s truly a blessing how strong he is. You can’t count the amount of times he’s held you up against the wall to have his way with you.

Standing in the steam filled shower with him your moans and whimpers echo off the walls with the sounds of his heavy breathing and moans. Today is your last day in the city and Seungcheol is not ready to go home. Your attempt to get him to talk about his feelings led to him pushing you up against the wall and quieting your question by putting his hand between your legs. With each thrust into you he is trying to push away his worries. You won’t force him to talk, if he needs to let his frustrations out by thrusting into you, you won’t stop him.

The closer he gets to his release he starts to beg you to come. “Baby I need you to come,” the desperation in his voice leaves you close to the edge.

Your orgasm washes over you like a warm wave. Your walls pull on him as you moan his name loudly clawing at his back. He shouts your name and finds his release inside you. He stills holding on to you, his head resting against your shoulder as his chest rises and falls. Slowly his breathing steadies and he puts your leg down. Leaning against the wall your legs feel like jello. He looks at you with a pained look you desperately want to know what’s going on in his head, but he won’t tell you.

“Baby?” you say.

He reaches for a wash cloth and silently cleans away the mess he made between your legs. He looks up and rests his hand on your cheek and takes a deep breath.

“What if we didn’t go back?” his question catches you off guard. Silently you stare at him not even sure how to respond to his absurd request. “We could get married and stay here or travel.” You’ve mentioned getting married once before but neither of you made it sound like it was happening anytime soon. Especially with you being hidden from the world.

“Seungcheol I would love to stay here, but you can’t do that. You can’t do that to your brothers and you can’t do that to your fans.”

His head drops and a heavy sigh passes his lips. You want to let him know you’re still by his side no matter what. “I know you’re stressed but after this comeback we can travel some more, and if you want to ask me to marry you I will marry you.” He looks up at you and there’s finally light in his eyes again. “We have to go home in the morning though. I promised Jeonghan you would come home.”

“Okay. I do want to marry you though,” his thumb gently drags across your cheek.

“Okay good because I want to marry you too.”

The whole long flight home Seungcheol was on edge. His hand gripped yours the entire way home. You whispered sweet words into his ear, telling him he’ll be okay. Arriving home Seungcheol wore a face mask with a hat and sunglasses attempting to stay out of sight especially with his hand tightly gripping yours. The car ride back to your apartment is silent. The whole way there Seungcheol nervously tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

With his car parked outside of your apartment neither of you move or say anything. The nervous feeling in your chest feels like a vice grip. You know deep down inside there will be consequences for Seungcheol running away without telling anyone.

“Are they going to force you to break up with me?” you whisper not even sure if it’s audible. This wicked thought has been on your mind since the moment you got on the plane to Paris.

Looking over at you he says, “that’s not an option.”

“Okay, because I love you.” You don’t think you could take losing him. You love him so much. If you have to break up it would absolutely devastate not only you, but him as well.

He leans across the center console and presses his lips to yours for a tender kiss and murmurs, “I love you too.”

Over the next few days you barely see your boyfriend. When he finally returned he had a handful of solo meetings most of them consisted of him being scolded for running away. You texted a few times and talked on the phone once, but he’s so wrapped in getting prepared for his comeback.

The night after their comeback you’re laying in bed reading a book when you receive a text from your boyfriend that reads, “please answer the door.” You don’t even hesitate, you quickly get up and rip open the door.

Stepping inside he waits until the door is shut before he leans down and kisses. Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulls you into close. His head rests on your shoulder as he just holds you.

“Are you going to stay the night?” you ask still in his embrace.

“Yes.”

Laying in bed your head is resting on his chest as he slowly rubs your back causing you to relax even more. You’ve missed him. You miss your time completely alone that you got to share in Paris with him. He hasn’t said anything for a while as he lays there holding you. He seems like he’s got a lot on his mind, but you won’t push him to talk about it.

“They told me to break up with you,” he finally says. You instantly feel sick. This is your worst nightmare. Pulling away from him your eyes grow wide in shock. Your stomach drops at the idea of your relationship being over. The urge to cry is taking over you as you stare at him. He shakes his head and sighs.

“I told them I would leave the label before that happened,” his warm eyes are staring right into yours. Your heart aches at the thought he said he would walk away from everything for you.

“You can’t do that,” you respond. You won’t let him walk away from his dream because of your relationship.

“I don’t have to. All the boys stood up for me,” his eyes are glossy and he looks like he’s fighting back tears. “Please don’t ever leave me,” he pleads, taking your face in both his hands.

Shaking your head you fight back tears, “I won’t, I love you too much to ever leave you.” Leaning forward he crashes his lips into your. This kiss is desperate and passion filled. He holds your face like he’s making sure you can’t slip away from him. With your nose resting against his you say, “I’m always going to be here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

A smile plays across his lips before he leans in for another kiss. You send the rest of the night cuddling and sharing kisses. You know no matter what he’ll always be by your side even when he has a busy schedule, he’s there he’ll always be there for you.

After they finish their comeback, before it’s time to go on tour you and Seungcheol take a vacation together. This time you're not running away. His brothers and the label know where to find you. You’re laying on the warm sand next to you. Things are better for him now. He doesn’t feel like the world is on his shoulders. He’s relaxed and happy knowing he has you by his side.

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Still You Want Me

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Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pregnancy, a little angst if you squint, pre-established relationship.

Summary/Warnings: Dean's fought the worst evil in the world, but only one thing has really managed to scare him. His pregnant wife.

Author's Note: Request from an anon!! I got emotional with it, and I'm very sorry about that but I couldn't help myself. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.9k

“We got three hours left.” Dean returned to the parked Impala, sorting through the bags in his hands. “But we can make it back in two if I-“

Sam shook his head, taking his bag of bird feed—trail mix, but the pointless kind without any M&Ms—from Dean with a frown. “Two’s a bit stretch, don’t you think? I mean even for you, Dean, and it’s not like we’re in a rush-“

“You’re not in a rush, Sammy.” Dean muttered, dumping the rest of the snacks in the backseat. “I got a pregnant wife who’s left me three voicemails about how she’s either gonna castrate me or give me head, and-“

“Gross, dude.” Sam walked around the car, making a scrunched bitch-face of disgusting. “All you needed to say was that’s she’s got mood swings-“

“Don’t call them mood swings.” Dean dropped behind Baby’s wheel, saying Her name with a sigh. “She hates that. And you can’t charm your way out of like I can.”

“I think I could.” Sam shrugged. “She likes me more.”

“She’s my freakin’ wife-“

“She loves you.” Sam grabbed his phone as they pulled out of the lot. “She likes me. I’ve never been threatened with castration-“

“Yet.” Dean muttered. “Cas thought he was safe until he got a shade of yellow that was too red for the nursery. I mean, yellow is yellow, Sammy, but she threatened to cut off his wings-“

Sam frowned. “I don’t think she could do that-“

“Trust me, man.” Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. “She’d find a way.”

Sam just nodded, because they both knew Dean was right. He was pretty goddamn sure that, if She wanted—or if Dean pissed Her off enough—She’d figure out how to send him somewhere worse than the Empty, bring him back, then start sobbing and apologizing on Her knees all within a ten-minute span. Then She’d probably give him a blowjob, he’d saying the exact wrong dirty talk, and she’d bite off Little Dean. Shit, he’d only been gone four days for the hunt, but half that time had been spent on the phone, reassuring Her he was being safe, the hunt wasn’t a part of any world-ending scheme from a new big bad, and he’d be home soon. The time that Dean wasn’t on the phone, Sam was, promising he wouldn’t let anything happen, that Dean was sleeping well and looking at the baby names list She’d sent, and that he’d called Eileen so she wouldn’t worry either.

Annoyingly, Sam had been keeping his promises to Her. Dean read the baby names list because Sam wouldn’t let him leave the table until he did, Eileen had gotten two calls, and Dean was being safer than he’d ever been in his freaking life. At this point, he was pretty sure the pregnancy was just one long scam to make him take care of himself. He was drinking and hunting less after Her breakdown that she’d lose him, driving a little slower—just a little, he wasn’t a blind old lady—after the ice incident got him the silent treatment for three days, and he’d even tried some of Sam’s rabbit food. He’d spat it out, but he’d tried it. For Her, for the baby, and because he was terrified for his life.

Dean loved Her more than every pie in the freaking universe, but She was freaking terrifying right now. She might be the only thing he’d ever really been afraid of. Planes he could avoid. Ghosts and monster he could kill. Hell, even Lucifer had been better. At least the son of a bitch hadn’t begged to give Dean a hand job, then started sobbing because Dean tried to move it to sex and they didn’t feel pretty enough for sex. And if Lucifer had done that, Dean wouldn’t have cared. He didn’t give a shit about Lucifer. 

But he gave a shit about Her. Every time She cried it felt like someone was stabbing him, but he had less and less of a damn clue for how to help her the more pregnant She got. She’d said she felt ugly, he’d told Her she was beautiful, and that her tits looked better than ever, and She’d started accusing him of not loving her tits before. He’d missed one phone call and She’d sent Cas to teleport him home. He’d gotten the wrong candy bar and She’d had a breakdown about him not loving her enough to get the right one.

That last one was why the gas station had taken so long. Dean had triple checked every single snack he’d bought, and added a few extras just in case she changed Her mind. He’d even had Cas text him a second list after She’d told him all her requests over the phone, out of fear that he’d missed even a single one. Even now, on the road, he was running through everything one last time, because he’d gotten five different Gatorade colors, but maybe She’d want a sixth, or two of the same color, or only one color and he’d get yelled at because She didn’t even like orange-

“Hey!” Sam pulled Dean out of his thoughts with a shout. “Phone!”

“Wha-“

Sam said Her name, holding Dean’s phone in front of his face. “She’s calling you-“

“I got that.” Dean snatched the phone, shooting Sam a glare. “And that’s not safe, Sammy. Gonna get us fuckin’ killed-“

“Yeah, sure, Dean.” Sam just shrugged—even though Dean was right, that was dangerous—and nodded to the phone. “I’d pick up if I were you-“

“Shut up.” Dean muttered, ignoring Sam’s laugh as he answered the call. “Hey, baby, we’re-“

“Dean!” Her voice was a half-shriek through the phone, and Dean winced. “Holy shit, you’re alive, that’s good-“

“Course I’m alive, I promised I would be-“

“But it’s not up to you!” She was pacing. Her voice had grown frantic and high, so She was pacing. “Monsters don’t ask before they kill you, and they’d defiantly want to kill you, and Sam told me he’d take that bullet but I don’t want him to die either, and you’re both amazing hunters but if you die now, you can’t come back, and I’d miss you, I miss you now, why aren’t you home, you dick, I fucking hate you-“

Dean swallowed, saying Her name slowly as Sam snickered at his side. Asshole. “Take a breath-“

“Don’t tell me how to breathe, Winchester, I’ve been breathing my whole fucking life-“

“I know, sweetheart, I have too-“

“You’ve never had to breathe while pregnant-“

“And I’m not planning to, ever, but- just listen-“

“We should get you pregnant, it’s only fair-“

Sam started to cackle, Her voice loud enough he could obviously hear every word. It wasn’t really helpful. 

“That’s not gonna happen,” Dean muttered, giving Sam a death glare that just made him laugh more. “Sweetheart, we’ll be there soon. I promise.“

“Okay, but don’t go too fast, if you’re far, because you promised me you’d drive carefully, and you need to be safer. I don’t want to lose you.” She started to sniffle. Shit. “I can’t lose you, De, I need you, the baby needs you, and Sam and Cas are cool but they’re not you and I want you and the baby wants you. It wants you more, it hates when your gone, it just keeps kicking me and if you die I’ll be a terrible mother with a baby who hates me-“

Dean snapped Her name, pressing the Impala’s pedal to the floor. He needed to be home soon. “Listen to me. I’m not gonna do anything stupid like die, and you’re never gonna lose me. Plus, our baby won’t hate you. It’s half me. It can’t.”

There was a slightly static hum from the other side, and Dean sighed.

“I know you miss me, baby, and we can get you whatever you’re craving, but-“

“I do miss you, De.” Her voice was soft and pleading through the phone. 

But it wasn’t Her crying voice. That was her-

“I miss your cock, too. I miss touching you, and why is your bed so stupid and big-“

Dean chuckled, shaking off the whiplash. “Because I’m stupid and big-“

He could hear Her pout through the phone. “Don’t say that. You’re not stupid, and our baby’s gonna be a genius-“

“Because they’ll get their brains from you, pretty girl.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dean leaned slightly forward, checking a highway sign. “Hour and a half, okay? Then I’ll be home.”

“Fine.” She mumbled. “I love you. Be careful.”

“I love you too, baby. And I’m always safe.” Dean waited for Her sigh, letting her hang up first. He’d learned to do that the hard way. “Not a word, Sammy, or I’ll shoot you.”

Sam raised his hands, palms up. “I didn’t even open my- got it.”

Dean turned his scowl back to the road, and he could be safe and get home in an hour. Both could be possible, and She’d never have to know that he’d been going 15 over the speed limit. And if She started to catch on, Dean could distract Her with his hands and dick and mouth, because—as hot as she was when she was pissed—Sam said stress wasn’t good for the baby.

They made it forty-five minutes of mostly safe driving—Dean’s hands gripping the wheel and listening to the music at a deafening volume, Sam texting Eileen and pretending he wasn’t bothered by the deafening music—before another incident.

Cas appeared in the back seat, said Her name instead of hello, Dean—already a bad sign—and looked almost genuinely scared. Dean had never seen his face do that before—red and sheepish like a child being scolded by a dinosaur—and it was a little off-putting.

He was used to Cas doing this enough to not swerve off the road, but he was still pissed. “Fucking hell, Cas, a warning would be nice-“

Cas frowned, then leaned forward, turning down the music. “Did you not hear what I said.”

“No, the music was on, I know you said-“

Cas said Her name again with Dean. “It was her message. I would, ah, prefer not to repeat it.”

Sam blinked, turning in his seat. “Why, is she-“

“She is well.” Cas’ eyes stayed on Dean in the rearview mirror. “She is feeling some very… confusing emotions. Towards Dean.”

Sam frowned. “Confusing? How-“

“She told me to relay to Dean that she hates him, and she hates hunting, and if he’s not home in forty-five minutes she’ll leave him, but she can’t leave him because she loves him more than life and she cannot live without him. Specifically his smile, voice, hands, stupid flirting that did this in the first place, and,” Cas swallowed, his voice dropping slightly as his face grew red. “Big cock.”

Dean smirked slightly—she was a menace, but damn it if he didn’t love his girl—as Sam paled next to him.

“By this,” Cas mumbled. “I assume she was referring to the baby. Which is in good health. I checked this morning.”

“Good. Thanks, Cas, but,” Dean sighed. “This could’ve been a phone call-“

“I was instructed to deliver it in person. To make sure you were safe, and driving carefully.” Cas leaned forward with a frown. “The speed limit on this highway is meant to be-“

“I know what the speed limit is.” Dean grumbled, refusing to ease his foot off the gas. “I’m tryin’ to get home, Cas.”

“I believe she would prefer you get home slower, rather than sacrificing your safety.” Cas let out a long sigh. “Although, I will admit I’d prefer you return quickly. I am not equipped to handle a pregnant woman alone, despite reading all of the books on the subject I could find. And, uh,” Cas said Her name with a red face. “Is frightening in this state.” 

Dean sighed. “Thirty minutes, dude, can you hold down the fort-“

“He could take you now?” Sam cut in with a small frown. “Cas could zap you back to the bunker, and I could drive Baby home.”

“Sammy-“

Cas nodded. “I agree with Sam’s plan. If you could pull over, Dean-“

“I’m not gonna pull over!” Dean snapped. “I can get back just fine myself!”

“But I could-“

“You won’t always be there, Cas.” Dean grunted through his teeth. “I gotta be able to take care of my family by myself. Shit, I’m doing all the safety bullcrap for it, and I’m hunting less.” He said Her name, his grip on the wheel painful. “She’s gotta know I can take care of her, and the baby. I said I’d drive home, so-“

Sam cut Dean off a sigh. “Dude, she’s gonna care way more that you’re home with her.”

“Sam is correct.” Cas said, and Dean could feel his gaze through the mirror. “I attempted to make her breakfast this morning, and she started crying. When asked, she told me that you make it better.” Cas frowned. “It was cereal.”

“C’mon, man. Let Cas take you home.”

Dean glanced over to find Sam giving him puppy eyes—the bitch—and groaned. “Fine. But if I see one scratch on Baby-“

“You’ll kill me, yeah, I know.” Sam unbuckled as Dean pulled over, not sounding nearly threatened enough. “Let’s move.”

It took a minute for Dean to get all the snacks, but the moment the last bag was in his arms Cas grabbed him by the shoulder, the world because a spinning rush, and he was home.”

“Dean!” 

He was barely on steady legs when She slammed into him, sending him stumbling slightly back as his arms wrapped around her, careful not to push too far into the baby bump.

“Hey, Sweetheart. I heard you missed me-“

“Of course I missed you, you asshole!” She pushed off of him, shoving his chest slightly. “Do you have any idea how many pies are just rotting in the fridge for you! You said the hunt would be fast, Dean, but I was stuck alone for four fucking days-“

Dean frowned. “Wasn’t Cas-“

“Cas doesn’t count!” She screamed, and over her shoulder, Cas didn’t look that offended. He’d probably gotten this outburst—and the following, tearful apology—at least twice already. “Cas isn’t you! He didn’t knock me up and then leave me-“

Dean thought about pointing out that he had not left Her, but thought better of it and let her keep shouting. She usually calmed herself down. 

Usually.

“And Cas is an angel, and he’s been okay, and I feel so bad because I was such a bitch to him, but he deserved it! He wasn’t you! And I missed you and I hate you, Dean, I fucking hate you, why weren’t you home-“

Dean caught Her hands in his, pressing a gentle kiss to Her knuckles. “I’m home now, baby-“

“I know.” She whispered, crumbling in half a second into Dean, clinging to him like a koala. “And I missed you so much, De. I can’t do the laundry with this stupid bump, I can’t do anything, I’m useless and I’m a bitch and I think made Cas cry-“

“I’d pay to see you make Cas cry,” Dean muttered Her name, running a slow hand through her hair. “And you’re not useless. You’re growing a person, that freaking awesome and insane-“

She tilted her head back, pretty eyes glossy and wide on Dean’s. “But what if I mess it up? What if I fuck the baby up and you leave me-“

“I’m never gonna leave you.”

“But I’ve been mean-“

“You’re always mean, baby.” Dean grinned at her, letting his affection show in his voice. “And it’s always pretty freakin’ hot. And you aren’t gonna fuck up the baby, and I’m not gonna leave you, but,” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “If you wanna make Sammy cry a little more, I think he’ll deserve it.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling again. “I’m not making Sam cry-“

“He said you had mood swings.”

She gasped, hitting Dean’s chest.  “You’re a snitch-“

“Gotta spread the love somehow.” Dean shrugged, squeezing his hands on Her as he dropped his voice down. “But I can think of a few other ways, just you and me, to spread some better love.”

She flushed—already putty in Dean’s arms—and almost dragged him back to their room. 

And this made it worth it. All the screaming and flying objects and threats, all the living in cautious fear in his own damn home, was more than worth it for this. Not just the awesome sex—sex was always awesome, sex with Her was better than almost anything, and sex with pregnant Her was what Dean imagined crack was like—but the way that, in the end, She smiled at him no matter what. She smiled and giggled and moaned, proving to Dean in a million ways both between the sheets and after that she didn’t really hate him, and he got to rest his head on her stomach and feel a small kick near his brow. Her fingers combed through his hair peacefully, all her noises made of content, and everything was more than worth it.

Worth pushing through the worst of the screaming and moods—just like She’d pushed through all of his world-saving bullshit—to see Her peaceful face as she slept by his side. Worth letting Sam drive the Impala just once, so Dean could get home faster.

Worth the family he was finally getting to have, and being here with them. 

End Note: Sam Winchester once again being a true trooper in my stories.

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[gyaruhana]

Can u please write wlw smut for my glorious queen se-mi player 380

Se-mi/Player 380 - hatefucking

Synopsis: You and Se-mi can't stand each other so what better way to deal with that issue then fight for dominance?

A/N: i did combine this with another request for hatesex bc they both were wuh luh wuh so.. hope you don't mind!!

Warnings: smut content, choking, degradation, slight fight for dominance, fingering, it's hatesex..

If there was one thing you avoided, it was arguments. You preferred to avoid making enemies because; what was the point? It was far better to make friends than enemies who’d plot your death on the daily. Friends would be there to make you happy and comfort you when you're sad. Enemies would just laugh at you and pull you further down into the depths of sadness. That's why you always opted for only making friends and allies.

The only exception to this little rule was her. Se-mi.

Se-mi had been getting on your nerves from the moment you had both spared a glance at each other. There was something about her that reeked of over-confidence and judgement. The way she would look at you with that smirk on her face as if she thought she was better than you. It pisses you the fuck off and all you wanted to do was punch her face in so she could never smirk or scoff at you again.

Whether it was for good or bad, Se-mi felt the same way. You were always so nice to everyone, even to those who didn't deserve kindness whatsoever. It pissed her off that you'd try to be friends with everyone. Were you naive or just plain stupid? Whatever it was, she didn't like it. You were so happy-go-lucky as if you weren't trapped in this hell hole where people are being killed left and right. She didn't trust you at all because you seemed like the type who'd willingly stab someone in the back sooner or later.

In short, the feeling of hate was mutual between you two and, everytime you were near each other, there was a silent tension of unspoken dislike. Neither of you had actually communicated your dislike through speech, it was all just glares from across the room and the purposeful avoidance of each other.

Today, you unfortunately didn't have the opportunity to avoid each other like you two usually opted to do.

It was the third game and it was called ‘Mingle’. It wasn't a difficult game as long as you weren't one to crack under the pressure of a short time limit. All you had to do was form a group of whatever number was called out and then run into a room with them. The first four rounds went well for you since you were friends with practically everyone here and could always find a group to join.

When the fifth round came, the number two was called and chaos broke out quite quickly as people realized not everyone will be fortunate enough to get a room. As chaos broke out and lights flashed, you found it rather difficult to see who was on their lonesome and needed a pair. Luckily for you, you managed to spot the tall silhouette of someone who was on their own so you ran towards them and grabbed a hold of their wrist, dragging them into one of the last free rooms. You quickly shut it behind you as you let out a relieved sigh - glad you managed to find someone before it was too late.  

When you turned around, you were met with the unimpressed face of Se-mi. You almost let out a groan of annoyance at the sight of her. Maybe you should go back out there and just get shot. At least then she'd die as well and you could rest peacefully knowing she'd never plague anyone with her ugly personality again. 

“I'm not happy to see you either,” she says as she folds her arms across her chest and leans against the wall behind her. You let out a scoff of annoyance as the doors finally locked indicating the timer was up. Considering you'd probably be trapped in this room for a while until they clear out the bodies, maybe now would be a good time to confront her about her behavior.

“What's your problem? You're always such an asshole to me,” you say as you step closer to her. Your words may have been slightly aggressive but you couldn't help it when she was around. She just naturally got on every nerve in your body. In response to your words, she pushes off the wall and uncrosses her arms to step closer to you.

“My problem? You're the one with the problem,” Se-mi spoke as she looked at you with annoyance. The audacity you had to call her a bitch as if you were any better. Seeing you like this made her believe all your kindness really was an act for your own personal gain. That only fueled her hatred for you.

“You're the one who's been glaring at me since day one. You're a total fucking dickhead with your arrogant attitude,” you speak as you point an accusatory finger in her face. You were sick of how she'd act and the way she'd judge everyone silently. She needed a wake up call or something so she'd stop standing on her high horse. After all, she glared at you first. What were you supposed to do? Let her treat you like that? Hell no. You might be all for making friends but that doesn't mean you'll back down when someone chooses to be your enemy.

Then suddenly, out of the blue - her hand wrapped around your throat and she pushed you onto the wall. “I'd watch your mouth when you speak to me,” she says with anger bubbling inside her. Calling her arrogant? Who did you think you were? Someone needed to put you in your place.

You were taken aback by the sudden violence before grabbing her wrist tightly and glaring at her. “Or what? What are you going to do about it? Kill me?” you spoke sarcastically. You didn't fear her at all or the hand around your throat. It's not like she'd kill you. She couldn't have the guts to murder someone. You knew her type. Assholes on the outside, total pussies on the inside. They all just made enemies with people they assumed were weak so they could act tough.

She was quiet for a moment as she thought about your words. She couldn't kill you, no. You wouldn't learn anything that way (and she might get in trouble for that). She'd have to take a different approach if she wanted to make you learn a lesson about your bitchy behavior and, thankfully, she knew just how to make someone learn a lesson. She smirked for a moment before nodding her head.

“I won't kill you, no. I'll teach you a lesson,” she spoke before suddenly pressing her lips to yours. Her hand stayed wrapped around your throat, lightly squeezing to serve as a warning. You didn't expect her to kiss you of all things. It left you frozen in shock. Her kiss wasn't gentle either. It was rough as if its purpose was to silence you. There was nothing loving about it and, strangely enough, you found yourself actually being turned on by it. You didn't have feelings for her, no. You hated her but you were stuck in a place like this with no guarantee of a tomorrow so maybe a little hatefuck wouldn't be a terrible idea.

“Fuck, you're a shitty kisser,” you speak when she pulls away. She lets out a bitter chuckle at your words and shakes her head. “Thought I told you to watch your mouth?” She said as her free hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants. Oh, Se-mi was going to make sure you submit and watch your attitude towards her from now on.  “You think I'll listen to you?” You respond snarkily. 

“Oh, you will,” she says, her hand making it to your underwear as she gently traces the fabric of it. She moves her hand beneath the fabric and gently feels your entrance. “You're wet. You're just a whore, huh?” she spoke with a mocking smirk. She found it amusing that you were turned on by something like this. 

You were about to make a quick comment in response when she quickly slid her index finger into you making you let out a moan. God, you didn't expect her to do that so suddenly. She was full of surprises today. You quickly recovered from the initial shock as you noticed the smug look on her face. It drove you insane. If she thought she was teaching you a lesson like this, you'd have to teach her one too.

“Don't think you're in control,” you speak before grabbing the back of her head and pressing your lips to hers. Se-mi would be lying if she said she wasn't a little taken aback by the sudden kiss. She had assumed you'd fold immediately but apparently you were much more of a challenge. She smirked into the kiss before pulling her finger out slowly and then teasingly thrusting it back in. You let out a muffled moan at the feeling as you bring your free hand to the hem of her shirt. You lift it up slightly before putting your hand underneath and slowly trailing it upwards. 

“Might want to try harder to please me. You do a poor job at fingering a girl,” you speak after breaking from the kiss. She shakes her head with the smirk not leaving her face as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you quicker. “Oh really? Your body says otherwise,” she says, her hand tightening around your throat once more to serve as a silent warning. 

“I'm not even close to getting to cum. Can't you do any better?” You say as your hand that had earlier slipped under her shirt pinched her nipple. She tensed for a moment as her breath hitched, making you laugh. “What? That sensitive?” You tease and she sends a glare at you. She could try to dominate you as much as she wants but you weren't one to submit so easily.

She suddenly presses her thumb to your clit and starts to rub it roughly. The sensation makes you lean your head back against the wall as you moan. “Seems like you're the sensitive one,” she says as she watches your reactions carefully. As much as you wouldn't ever admit it, she was actually quite good with her fingers. She knew exactly how to move them and get someone to cum quite quickly. 

“if we weren't stuck here, I'd show you how good I could really fuck you,” you speak with a smirk as you look back at her again. “sure you could,” she responds sarcastically as she continues to thrust her fingers at a quick pace. She could tell you were close now as she felt you clench around her fingers.

“You're close, huh?” she says, clearly mocking you. You laugh breathlessly as you shake your head and look to the side. God, she was still such a cocky bitch. You looked at her before pulling on her hair and glaring at her. “When I cum, I'll make you lick your fingers clean, yeah?” you speak and the smirk on her face seems to grow bigger. Fuck, she really didn't think you'd still be acting so dominant. It was actually turning her on more - getting to fight for dominance like this.

With a few more thrusts of her fingers you came undone with a quiet moan. She slowly pulls her fingers out of you and you don't waste a second to grab her hand and pull it out of your pants. “C’mon, suck,” you say as you bring her hand to her mouth, her fingers wet with your cum. She looks at you for a moment before slowly putting her fingers into her mouth and sucking them clean of your cum. She pulls them out of her mouth after a few seconds and, as if on cue, the door unlocked meaning the guards had finished cleaning.

You both looked at the door before looking at each other again. “If you make it out alive of this place, I'll have to fuck you on my dildo next time,” she speaks as she steps back from you. “Looking forward to it- seeing you embarrass yourself, i mean,” you respond before walking out without another word and leaving her alone in the room. She watched you walk out before scoffing.

“She better make it out alive,”

[snowyroads]

Hi, since you’ve been dabbling with the idea of a JoeMarr mpreg, I was wondering what it would be like if Joe find out he’s pregnant during the season?

ohhh yes! i’ve had a wip collecting dust for months now in my drafts but this ask has motivated me to start writing it again 😭😭

tho just for clarity, i’ve never written an A/B/O fic IN MY LIFE 😗 so that’s why it’s taking me so long to work on it cuz i genuinely need to do some research for it 😭

BUT, now, imma go through a rant below the cut to answer your question anon!!🥰:

so personally, (even tho i LOVE reading some fluff) i like writing angst the most. just because it’s easier for me to channel anger instead of domestic love. (that’s sad as fuck ik😭) SO, with that being said, i think Joe would feel very conflicted about being pregnant mid season.

clearly Joe would have to miss the rest of the season since he’s pregnant yk?? and i think if it’s not planned he would really have a decision to make. he’d also go through the turmoil of having to tell Ja’marr and even tho Ja’marr ABSOLUTELY wants this baby, Joe’s worried about his reaction.

so Joe keeps it from him which just adds more angst to the whole situation and the entire time, Ja’marr knows something’s wrong with Joe, he can smell it cuz they’re mates ofc. they’re both in-tune with each other so much. Ja’marr constantly feels the back of his neck sweat and his stomach churns and he asks Joe constantly what’s wrong but Joe keeps silent. and he doesn’t mean to keep it a secret but everything’s moving too fast and it’s too much for him.

then, (because i love hurt/comfort) Joe would play in a game (even tho he definitely shouldn’t because he’s fucking pregnant and one wrong hit could mess a lot of things up) but he plays anyway and is off the entire time and everyone knows it. even the teammates, who go as far as asking Ja’marr “what’s wrong with your mate?” to where Ja’marr just shrugs cuz he doesn’t fucking know and he’s pissed off now cuz Joe’s been hiding something from him.

finally, the big thing happens and Joe gets hit hard in the stomach. Ja’marr feels the hurt immediately, knows he needs to get Joe tf out of there and drags him off himself and sits him on the bench. Joe’s obviously freaking out now cuz he’s hurt and somethings wrong. he doesn’t know what but somethings not right and he’s really praying it isn’t his baby.

and that’s when it comes out. right there. on the fucking sideline of a football game. “I’m pregnant”

Ja’marr feels all the emotions roll over too quickly and he doesn’t know whether to break down a cry or yell at Joe for playing while pregnant. neither of that matters tho cuz Joe’s getting whisked off by some athletic trainer that heard the whole conversation and takes him inside the stadium’s medical room. and Ja’marr’s just stood there like: 🧍‍♂️

and then Ja’marr would have to deal with that news in his head the entire game and then have to answer questions during the postgame presser about why Joe left mid game and why weren’t you connecting on your routes tonight?? stuff that he could care less about because his mate is pregnant and just came off the field with a bad hit to the stomach and he hasn’t seen him since.

that’s how my fic is currently playing out to be written 😗😭😭😭

but also Joe would be GLOWING while pregnant, so there’d be moments of that in there too!!! 🥰🥰

[scary-grace]

Readers listens to artists like Lord Huron, wave to earth,day6, the last shadow puppets that sort of vibe. Their music tastes are similar enough for the most part however if a song is a little too romantic he will second guess himself because what if she doesn't know that he's playing for her (she does) or what if she thinks its weird (she thinks its the cutest thing in the world)

Unfortunately writing is not a talent I possess however if you wanted to write it I would simply be obsessed. You are my favorite Shigaraki fic writer and I know youd be able to do my silly little idea justice😭(If you do decide to write it please feel more than welcome to change reader's music taste to something more comfortable for you if you'd like! I know not every artist is for everyone) But I just wanted to thank you so much not only for the amazing work you put out but also for being so kind!

Ahh, thank you for the kind words about my writing! I’ve been thinking about this AU all day long, and this is my first shot at the first not-meeting between Tomura and the reader! I like the music taste you’ve given her (esp the Lord Huron) but I wanted the first song to be a little more egregious 😅 if this is what you had in mind I’d love to write more!

When Tomura rented this apartment, he had no idea the walls were so fucking thin. No matter where he is in the apartment, he can hear absolutely everything that’s going on around him. The couple in the apartment above him fighting. The couple in the apartment on the left having such obnoxiously loud sex that he almost wonders if they’re doing it just to piss him off. The guys below him would be all right, except they play Mario Kart twenty-four seven, with the volume on. Any time Tomura wants to do anything — take a nap, do his homework, play guitar, get two seconds to think — he has to do it along the right-side wall of his one-bedroom apartment. At least that’s where his bedroom is.

It sucks not to be able to use most of the apartment he’s paying for. Tomura’s going to host a jam session here in revenge as soon as he can get the rest of the band to pay attention instead of spending forever decorating their own apartments in nicer buildings than this one. In the meantime, there’s at least one spot where he can hear himself think.

Tomura knows there’s somebody living in the apartment on the right. You moved in a day or so after Tomura did, and he only knows what you look like because you asked him where the laundry room is. You were smiling when you asked him, and you’re cute, so of course he fucked it up and just pointed instead of telling you or asking for your name. You’re cute and you’re quiet. That makes you Tomura’s favorite neighbor by default.

He’s sprawled out on his bed, tuning his guitar in preparation for band practice tonight, when he hears you humming on the other side of the wall. At first he thinks you’re just humming random notes, which he doesn’t hate as long as you’re on-key, which you are. In the time it takes for Tomura to recognize the hook, you’ve already started singing.

“Yeah, it’s over, it’s over, I’m circling these vultures, got me praying, man, this hunger, feeling something rotten —” Sit Next to Me, Foster the People. Tomura doesn’t hate the song choice. “Last time I saw you, said “What’s up?” and pushed right through. Then I tried to catch you, but we’re always on the move…”

“And now it’s over, we’re sober, symptoms of the culture,” Tomura mumbles under his breath, “and the night ain’t getting younger, last call’s around the corner —”

“Feeling kind of tempted and I’m pouring out the truth, fading out these talkers ‘cause now all I want is you, just sayin’ —“

“Come over here, sit next to me,” Tomura sings, only to remember that he’s not the band’s lead singer and there’s a reason for that. He shuts up in a hurry, and you keep singing. We can see where things go naturally, just say the word and I’ll part the sea —”

The walls are thin. So thin that they might as well be hospital privacy curtains, which means that if Tomura could hear you humming, you can definitely hear him singing. This is a nightmare. It’s a good thing Tomura doesn’t live in the same building as any of his bandmates. With how goddamn fucking thin the walls are, they’d have heard him singing a nonconsensual duet with the girl in the apartment next to him, and they’d never let him live it down.

He’s not going to live it down anyway. When he gets to band practice still humming Sit Next To Me, he gets roasted so hard by the rest of the band that he’s surprised his guitar case doesn’t catch on fire.

[evervigilantnightshade]

Guarded - Part 5

Reader is stubborn, sassy, and has a past filled with trauma. Joel new to Jackson is dealing with his past and is struggling to deal with his new life. They meet and can't stand each other, yet there's something under all their banter neither can deny.

Reader x Joel Miller

MDNI

Warnings: ALL THE SMUT. Edging. Oral male.

Joel looked over at Y/N sitting across from him on the couch, sipping her whiskey, her face still white from their conversation about the fireflies. He wanted to lighten the mood again so he decided to toss a joke her way. 

“You know, you haven’t pissed me off in about four hours. I’m starting to feel like you actually like me and you’ve just been tryin to hide it.”

Joel knew she was the most comfortable when they were going at each other. 

She looked at him though with a flirty smile and slowly lifted her glass to her lips, her eyes gleaming mischievously. 

“You wish.” Her voice was low and sultry. 

“Jesus darlin.” He groaned and downed his whisky, his mouth suddenly going dry. “What’d I tell you about that?” 

“Awe Miller did I make your tummy tingly” 

“Made something tingle.” He muttered but she heard him and chuckled 

“Fuck, how’re you going to make it through four days of this?” 

“Probably have to spend some alone time in the woods.” 

She laughed and downed the rest of her whisky. 

“I mean you don’t have to go in the woods. I’d be fine with you doing what you need to do right here. I told you already, it’d be hot.” 

Was she really doing this? Was she really going to push this to see where it goes? Fuck yes she was.

“Is that right?” 

Joel shifted so he was closer to her, his hand resting on her knee. 

“Who said anything about touching me?” She moved her knee and brought her foot up, placing it on his chest, pushing him back lightly. 

Yes she planned on fucking Joel eventually, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. 

“You’re a brat you know that?” He rested his one arm on the back of the couch while his other hand gripped her calf. 

“I mean if it took you this long to figure that out…”  

“Your mouth just doesn’t stop does it?” His hand now moved up to the back of her knee. 

“Sometimes.” She licked her lips and then bit her bottom lip causing him to groan. 

She pulled back from him completely and grabbed the bottle of whisky, pouring herself another drink. She then sat back on the couch with her feet tucked under her. She took a large sip of her drink and put down the glass before she turned to him and put her arm on the back of the couch, mirroring him, their hands barely touching. 

“Show me.” 

“Show you what sweetheart?” He looked at her like he was ready to pounce on her. 

“Show me how badly you want this.” 

He moved to close the gap between them but she put her hand on his chest pushing him back. He grunted in annoyance but she shook her head.

“I said show me.” 

“I was showing you.” He ran his hand through his hair not understanding what she wanted.

“You know it’s no fun if I have to spell it out for you. I want to see how hard just the thought of me makes you.” 

Joel’s eyes darkened understanding what she was asking. He undid the button of his pants and pulled himself out and she brought her thumb up to her mouth biting it lightly as she smiled. 

“Do you see now? Do you see what you do to me?” He asked as he gripped the base of his cock and squeezed. 

“Have you thought about this a lot this week? Have you laid in your bed with your hand on your cock thinking about all the things you want to do to me?” 

Joel nodded and his hand lightly stroked himself up and down. She shifted slightly, digging her heel into her sex, trying to provide some relief. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. 

“What have you thought about doing to me?” 

“Thought about that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” 

He began stroking freely now in a constant motion. 

“What else?” Her hand began rubbing up and down her thigh as she watched him. 

“Thought about my mouth on you. My head between your legs as your back arches off the mattress.” 

His head tilted back and he let out a soft moan. 

“You going to make me cum with your mouth Joel?” 

“Fuck,” He grunted and his hips jutted forward his hand gripping tightly. “Love when you say my name.” 

“I know, baby.”

“Thought about having you under me, calling my name as I fill you with my cock.” 

 At this point she was just frustrating herself. She stood up and pushed the coffee table back so she could sit on her knees in front of him. While he shifted so his feet were now on the ground facing her she quickly removed her chain whispering an apology and stuffed it into her jeans pocket. She then looked up to see Joel looking down at her with his hand still on his cock. She wished she could take a picture because fuck he looked good. 

She reached up and grabbed his pants and he lifted his hips so she could pull them off. She then sat up and placed her hands on his knees. 

“Alright baby, I need you to listen closely ok?” 

He nodded his head, his eyes heavy with lust. 

“You’re going to put your arms on the back of that couch there and you’re going to keep them there. No touching.” 

“I wanna touch you.” His voice was thick and needy. 

“You remember what I told you at your house. I’m in charge, I made the rules and you agreed to obey. So you’re going to be a good boy and obey me now.” 

He paused for a moment, this was uncharted territory for him. He was the one who was always in control. Especially in the bedroom. However the way she was looking up at him now and the thought of relenting all control to her made his cock twitch so he nodded as he put his arms where she directed.. 

“Good boy. Your second rule is you don’t cum unless I tell you too. So if you’re getting close you better tell me. Understood?” 

Joel nodded again and huffed out a breath through his nose. 

“Alright, the moment your arms leave that couch I stop. And if you cum without my permission I won’t let you cum for a week.” 

He was surprised at how turned on he was right now. She reached out and grabbed his cock, moving her hand slowly up and down, her other hand reached up and she swiped her thumb across the precum spilling out of the head, then she put her thumb in her mouth and hummed. 

His head fell back but immediately snapped back up when he felt her tongue on the base of his cock as she licked him root to tip before inserting him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him before she slid her mouth down so far he felt himself hit her throat. 

“Fuck Y/N” He called out and she moaned around him. 

With one hand pumping the base, the other wrapped around his balls and her mouth pumping him over and over he felt like he was in heaven. He let his head fall back, concentrating on every single sensation he was feeling, 

“God I knew your mouth would feel good baby. So good.” 

Soft moans started leaving his mouth. His orgasm started building in him, he felt his body tensing up and his moans became louder and more erratic. When his balls pulled up he told her he was so close to cumming. 

Instantly she pulled off of him everywhere, her hands landing on his thighs squeezing them tightly. He grunted out in annoyance and glared at her. 

“What are you playin at?” 

She smirked up at him and stopped squeezing his thighs instead now running her fingers up and down them. 

“Come on baby, did you really think I wasn’t going to drive you just as crazy doing this as I do every other time we’re around each other?”

He frowned but she started running her fingers up over his stomach under his shirt and he started to relax. Her hands then moved back down to his cock and started stroking. Her mouth was on him instantly and she resumed her pace, bringing him closer again, pushing him further down her throat this time. He started feeling that familiar tingle and as much as he wanted to keep his mouth shut and not tell her for fear of her stopping, he grunted that he was close. 

Again she stopped and grabbed his thighs and he swore in frustration. He was panting and his eyes were so dark they were practically black. He almost pushed himself off the couch to get up but she put her hand on his chest and then grabbed his balls, massaging them in her hand softly. 

“Darlin I’m 56 years you keep doing that I’m going to lose it… oh oh. Nevermind.” 

He relaxed back as she took him in her mouth again. And again when he came close she stopped. His head was spinning. 

“Please.” He whined and she nodded. 

“There you go baby. Beg me. Beg me to cum in my mouth.” 

“Please let me cum. I want to cum in your mouth Y/N. Please.” 

She smirked and then started again, this time harder and deeper than any other time. His orgasm came on fast except this time when he told her he was close she kept going. His vision blurred and he started pumping his hips in rhythm with her movement. 

The biggest orgasm he’s ever felt was bubbling up to the surface and he felt it all over his body. His moans and movements became erratic and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore he released in her mouth. His body shook and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the back of the couch. She continued licking and sucking up every drop of him as came down from it all and he just rested his head against the back of the couch, his eyes closed. 

She got up and went to the kitchen to get a towel to wipe her face and then came back and cleaned up the remaining drool on Joel. He still had his head on the back of the couch so she leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“You did so good for me baby.” She sat down on the couch beside him and grabbed her whiskey. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.” 

He looked up at her confused. She was still fully dressed and sitting there like it was over. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked 

“I’m hungry.” She repeated and got up and went to the kitchen. “Do you want to eat?” 

“We’re not done here.” His voice stern. 

“Yeah we are.” She said opening the cooler and pulling out a container. “Oh yum, mac and cheese.” 

She started pulling out a pan and placed it onto the wood burning stove. Joel got up, and put his pants on before stomping into the kitchen. 

“What the hell do you mean we’re done? I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Oh I’m good, took care of myself while I was taking care of you.” 

“Wait, you did?” 

“Yeah, twice actually.” 

“So that’s it, you give me a mind altering orgasm and then you want to what? Eat mac and cheese?” 

“Exactly.” She smiled at him and then went and put the contents of the container in the pan. 

“You are fucking impossible you know that?”

“I do.” 

“I don’t understand you. You confuse the hell out of me.” 

“Miller, what do you want? You want to cuddle and whisper sweet nothings in my ear? You and I both know I’m not going to be that kind of girl for you.” 

“And what kind of girl will you be then?”

“That.” She said motioning to the couch. “That’s what I’ll be. Nothing more, nothing less.” 

Joel’s body tensed. He knew they weren’t all of a sudden in love and were going to live happily ever after but what they just did meant something. He relinquished control to her, he’d never done that with anyone. But now she was standing there acting like it was no big deal. 

He turned and grabbed his jacket off the chair heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” She asked her back to him as she focused on the pan in front of her.

“For a walk.” 

He slipped on his boots and slammed the door behind him. As he walked he played out everything over and over again in his mind. He was angry. Angry with Y/N but more angry with himself. Tommy warned him. Told him if he did this it would leave him confused. Fuck why didn’t he listen to Tommy. 

Y/N was the first person to make him feel this way. It was always him that was pulling away but she was and it drove him crazy. He wondered if it was just going years without contact or someone close to him but quickly shut that down when he realized he went longer than this before he met Tess.

Was it because she was a challenge? Was it because she was so much like him? Closed off and enigmatic. Fuck he didn’t know. All he knew is that his mind was a mess and he didn’t know what to do about it. 

After walking for what felt like hours he walked back into the cabin and was met with silence. There was a plate of food wrapped up on the table and Y/N was nowhere to be found. 

He slowly and quietly walked over to the open door of the bedroom and saw her fast asleep in the bed. The sight of her sleeping so soundly him even madder. 

He turned and went to the kitchen table, grabbing the plate of food and putting it into the cooler. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the coffee table and laid himself down on the couch. He would have to resort to his old way of sleeping tonight, drinking until he passed out and forgot.

[multiheadcanons]

EVERYONE LOVES(?) MEDIC!

aka merc relations with medic

a note before we begin: this is an incredibly indulgent writing that has full basis on an entire thinkpiece i have about medic. like i’m making thematic assumptions based on things i made up as fact about medic. but if you’ve liked my characterization of medic so far then you’ll probably like this. either way, enjoy it! i sure as hell enjoyed writing it!

scout: scout does not like the fact that medic keeps him awake during surgeries to chat. he does not like seeing the doctor handle his organs with such fascination and care. one time medic smelled his stomach. medic assured him it’s solely scientific, but the only good scout gets out of it is that he’s able to account for every organ that doc puts in him. no he doesn’t fucking know what his organs look like. but he’s counting and there better be the same number each time. medic weirds him out. heebies his jeebies big time. medic gets in his face, and just stares at him. eyeing him up and down. scout doesn’t like how tall he is. it pisses him off and creeps him out more. and he doesn’t like that the doctor has handled his organs personally, and spoken to him while actively holding his organs, while he is cut open on the table. and when he can feel the doctor’s breath on his face as he seems to just… take him in. like he’s just meat. and medic looks starved. and it’s weird because he can’t look away from medic either. and they stand there, in silence, staring at each other. and he takes the doctors features in, and gets flustered at the fire he can feel burning behind his eyes. he knows the fucker’s plotting something, he just can’t tell what. but then medic will walk away, and leave scout with no words of explanation, and scout doesn’t know what to say after that, really. sometimes he has to verbally tell medic to shove it because he’s just staring so hard. cause medic makes him feel like prey.

soldier: soldier will always have respect for his medic! that man has regrown his limbs, he is very thankful that there is even a doctor he can go to for free. and medic always compliments his organs, he calls them strong organs. and he’s got the doctor to thank for that! he gets suspicious when medic takes them to another room, but he has literally never had an issue before, during, or after being on the operating table, so he tries not to think about it. the only time they have ever had an issue with each other is during board game night. medic caught him cheating and called him out on it; but what he didn’t know was soldier had also caught him cheating, and one of them seemed a lot more likely than the other to cheat. and he pushed medic, and pushed him and revealed the doctors cheating and in a fit of rage, medic lunged at him. that was some of the most fun he had at game night. by the time the rest of the team managed to pull them off each other they were both bloody and bruised. and in the rush of blood, and the heightened emotions, soldier removed his helmet so he could look medic in his bruised eye and tell him he looks real pretty when he gets his ass kicked. and then to watch him calm down enough to come to a democratic decision and kick demo’s ass too when the decision didn’t favor him? yeah, he might be from germany but that’s an american man right there.

pyro: pyro loves the doctor! that’s their best friend! they go burn things together, they laugh together, medic shares heavy with pyro with no issue, they play games together, medic respects their “mask on” rule during surgery; and he’s talented enough with a scalpel that he doesn’t need to look to slice pyro open! he’s only interested in what’s on the inside, and pyro really appreciates that. also, he’s really pretty, so when pyro’s haze breaks and they’re faced with the real world, staring at him is really soothing. and in the times they can convey their feelings right, medic always knows what to say to take them back to their happy place. understands in a way that medic treats them like a pet. they’re okay with that. it’s some of the best treatment they’ve ever gotten. and the affirmation that it’s not them, it’s everyone else who is weird is so comforting. pyro only wishes they shared the same love for heat. they can’t stand the clinical cold of the infirmary.

demo: oh that’s his old hen. demo doesn’t know what it is, but there was something about their first meeting and that wide smile and those bright blue eyes that hooked him in, and now they are old maids together. they’ll sneak off base to the bar to cause havoc and deny they ever went anywhere. they’re both horrible drivers, so they are normally the only ones who want to be in a car with each other. medic actually calms down with demo as a passenger, but also demo is normally asleep in the car. so they just get along famously. demo doesn’t actually get why nobody wants medic to drive. it seems to demo that they compliment each other in a lot of ways, but are similar enough to be substantial, which is good for him because he doesn’t think he can handle two of himself. recognizes they are fully friends by proximity. he would probably never give medic a second glance if they didn’t work together, but that’s the beauty of human nature. he got to know the doctor anyway. doesn’t care for being awake on the operating table. he trusts medic enough to know he’ll be okay and if he won’t… he’ll come from the respawn room soon enough and let the doctor try again.

engineer: engie doesn’t really interact with the doctor as much as he knows he should. something about how far he has to crane his neck to see the man’s face is bothersome. it’s nice enough if medic gives him a little attention with the medigun, it’s a rare occurrence when he gets to experience the warmth of the rays that everyone first spoke about. the one mind altering experience he had with medic is that engie used to use dip tobacco. only occasionally, but frankly you only need to get caught once, right? and medic caught him in his workshop spitting out the tobacco in a cup. it freaked him out when he heard the medic sigh, and he turned very quickly to the sound of his boots, adjusting his goggles. this is when he really decided he didn’t want to be around the doctor, as they stared at each other. engineer still holding the cup in hand. it felt too personal as the medic took the cup gingerly out of his hands, and leaned down and into his face, blowing hot air on his skin. he whispered he’s too handsome to have such a nasty habit. engie kicked him out of the workshop immediately, but something about that experience made him quit cold turkey. he never wanted to be put in that situation again. he doesn’t know what medic did with that cup either. he didn’t speak to medic for a week after that, medic himself had to go make amends in the mess hall.

heavy: he LOVES his doctor. and that is HIS doctor. despite their horrid first impressions of each other, once they got over their rough start; they actually got along famously well. heavy hated the idea of his doctor not being on his side, so after heavy returned from his maiden voyage to the respawn room, after the battle they sat down and had a very frank conversation; and medic was an open book; shocking to him. more than willing to discuss how he felt about it all, his methods, his mindset, what made him the way he is. and moreso he was willing to put it behind them and truly reforge their paths to account for them both, and make sure they will never lose each other in a fray again. and it did remind heavy of his second thoughts of the doctor. how he is gracious. he is kind, and he can be respectful when he wants to be. they made a blood oath, at medic’s behest, that regardless of what happens, they will not turn on each other again. they looked each other in the eyes and said it. their faces both set in a grim understanding that it was until death now. neither of them have broken that oath. it amuses him to think medic chooses to be the way he is. he doesn’t quite believe it. he likes to think the doctor is good. actually he knows it. even unethical doctors save people. it quickly became second nature to go out of their way to find each other. on and off the battlefield. it was very quickly a normal sight to never see one of them without the other close behind. it’s what makes them lethal in battle. and don’t think heavy doesn’t notice that the doctor is… very nice to him. he isn’t sure what it means, but he knows that there is a difference in medic’s treatment of him and his treatment of everyone else. truthfully? he doesn’t care! let them whine, if they could do for the doctor what he can they wouldn’t be so upset. but they can’t, so they cry, like little babies. everyone can try if they want, he knows he will always be the doctor’s top priority. he swore it on his blood.

sniper: sniper doesn’t mind the doctor, but it’s funner to think about killing him. he’s a pompous smart ass with a blood fetish and an unsettling face. sniper is heavy’s friend more than he’s the doctor’s. but he knows they are a package deal. so he’s polite. he’s courteous. and sometimes he’ll overhear them talking, or peer at medic through his scope and yeah, he even gets how medic can be… funny. quick witted. creative. handsome, even. charming. he doesn’t think any of that tops the fact that the doctor is a freak. but he also knows that this mention will fall on deaf ears. and regardless of how he feels, that’s his doctor. the dude digs through his body for work, half the time he believes medic does it for fun. face visibly sours if medic approaches him, though for some reason medic will act… normal with him. not even like… standard medic but he’ll just be a normal person making normal contact, and sniper knows that him acting weird makes it weird. but it is weird. there’s a look behind his eyes everytime. he knows that quack is planning something. he’s so sure of it. he would feel like an idiot if he was wrong. but he knows he’s not wrong.

spy: spy is a baddie and medic is his baddie friend. they are fascinated with each other, how men like them can even come to exist. spy plays it nonchalant. medic is very much chalant about wanting to personally examine every single one of his organs. spy is… kinda flattered, but refuses him. they are two classy men who also happen to love to run scams. have grown an organic mutual appreciation of each other. they’re the worst. they’re vapid and vain, and so… so conceited. it makes them laugh as they catch themselves talking about how the constant treating for blood stains will ruin the fabric of their clothes, and they look at each other… and a stupid smile spreads on medic’s face and spy has to look away, fighting a snort. there was a period of time when they first started working that they ran a side business of murder-for-hire, undercutting the price at mann co. and it got the team new contracts with a very clear no compete clause. they will go read that in their contacts and laugh to each other. medic harps on his smoking. the first time, to call him on his bluff, spy placed an unlit cigarette in medic’s mouth, and pulled him in by the back of his neck to light it with his own in the middle of his monologue of tobacco usage, his fingers tangled in medic’s hair. he kept his eyes on the doctor’s, silently daring him to refuse it. in a shock (but not to spy), medic accepted it, and they smoked their cigarettes in front of the fireplace in silence. spy registered the rising heat he could feel from the doctor as his face flushed, watched his breath hitch as he did that. how the doctor’s eyes narrowed at him before he blew a cloud of smoke in spy’s face, and could tell he was fighting to keep his body in check. medic falls asleep in spy’s smoking room when he wants to disappear for a while and not be found. fights the itch to stab him in his back when he’s sitting on a chair with his elbows resting on his knees, or when he’s sleeping and turns over and his back is just… there. the white coat is a very loud target and it’s an ingrained habit. sue him. places cigarettes in his clothes. in case he ever felt the urge again. he knows where to find spy. it’s not easy for one to catch the other off guard; and they make it each other’s mission to terrorize the other when they can. flustering each other in public is their favorite pastime.

[holyblanchett]

kathryn looks amazing and sad and apparently thinking she’s probably sad and might not have wanted to be there means everyone is projecting and im again thinking those people don’t understand human emotions like we know how emphatic kathryn is and her good friend lost her husband in an extremely horrific the day before, is it projecting thinking she might be feeling sad about it. why so many kathryn stans are so awful and popular its hard to avoid them the other anon who said they blocked everyone is right

😭😭😭 no but seriously people have been arguing about the parasocial thing for 24h like can we give it a rest already. Putting people on blast for how they react to this is so unnecessary when you can just scroll or block them. I have seen a few extreme reactions that had me side eyeing a few people but it really isn't my business to tell them how to feel. I just want us to get back to thirsting over middle aged women all this arguing is pissing me off fr

[nodoubtily]

Favourite moments of Niki, your boyfriend.

Drabble 2/6: Oh shit! The leader card!

Warnings:// slight possessiveness? Idol!Niki x nonidol!Reader. New young male staff doesn’t know boundaries and Niki can’t deal. + Jungwon. PROOFREAD

Niki is losing feeling in his left toe. He’s losing eyesight in his right eye. He feels like he’s going crazy. He doesn’t hear what Jake Hyung is saying, not even trying to listen as he feels himself getting more ansty.

“You single?” A new young staff member asks you from behind the scenes. You feel uncomfortable, but don’t want to seem impolite.

You’re standing in the Behind The Scenes of a En o’clock, and you were admiring your boyfriend’s calmness, until a staff member steps in front of you, resulting in where you are now.

“No. I’m actually taken-“

“Is he here?” The guy interrupts you for the nth time in god knows how long. “Your ‘boyfriend’. Is he?” You grow more confused with the quotation marks he’s used.

“I actually have a boyfr-“ you say, hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t though.

“You’re playing hard to get? Really? Now?” He asks, interrupting you again. “It’s 2025, no one like you plays hard to get anymore.” He’s not only making you uncomfortable, but the staff members around you both. They all know you’re dating Niki, and you’re happy with Niki. You, actually getting pissed, takes offence.

“Like- like me?” You scoff in disbelief. “And what is that supposed to mean?” He is taken aback slightly, obviously confused as to why your offended. “Look-“

“Oi.” The familiar deep voice startled the staff member. He turns around and sees Niki. He’s confused.

“Hello, can I help you?” Even the tone towards Niki is forced. “Aren’t you supposed to be filming-“

“Cut the fucking act and get away from my girlfriend.” That sentence knocked the wind out of the staff member.

“Girlfriend-?” He asks. Behind Niki, stands Jungwon, looking pissed.

“What seems to be the issue here?” Jungwon asks, turning to you.

“This-“

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it! Keep filming!” The staff member attempts to usher the two boys back to their spots, but Niki stays rooted, and Jungwon overtakes Niki, standing in front instead.

“I didn’t ask you.” He glares at the guy, who’s obviously nervous. “I asked Y/N.”

“He was just causing a scene, nothing to worry about-“

“He was outright trying to flirt with you, even after your polite attempts to reject him. There’s so much to worry about, firstly, why is he still here?” Niki interrupts you this time, defending you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know-“

“you didn’t need to. It’s just basic common sense to not pursue a lady who’s been quite clear with her intentions for further incidents. Please, don’t be near her. I’m trying to complete a task at hand with the rest of my members and if you continue to cause distraction amongst the peace, I will have to ask security to escort you away.” Jungwon explains, pulling the leader card. The staff member could nothing but walk away, mumbling under his breathe. Niki turns to you.

“Are you okay-“

“Yes! Finish this first, yeah?” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t want to cause more issues with the staff.” You tap his broad shoulders before leading him back to the set. You give him a last approving nod before the cameras turn back on.

[lunar-wandering]

people of tumblr, aita for getting mad at my younger brother for spending an hour and a half in the bathroom???

listen. he only started doing this in the last year. every single fucking time he enters that bathroom, he takes at least an hour and a half. sometimes more. he's not even DOING anything in there. he sits down on the toilet and watches videos on his phone. i cannot even keep count of the amount of times i've wanted to go to bed, only for him to beat me to the bathroom, and for it to result in me not getting to get in there and get ready and go to bed until 2am, even when i have a busy day the next day. this morning i wanted to get up and start my day at 10:30, and didn't actually end up being able to get in there until 1:15.

and yet, when i so much as utter a single complaint about this, simply by irritatingly saying "he's been in there for over an hour! i want to take a shower!", i get yelled at by my parents for "bitching", and get told that i should "apologize to your brother".

[tackrusso]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

honestly i think one of the reasons phirell changed my brain chemistry is that on my first playthrough i started shipping them as soon as he showed up, half out of spite for Oh God Not the Edgy Forced Het Ship Tease and half out of spite for knowing characters like philio are never involved in canon ships, only to get completely poleaxed by him being THE main subtextual love interest while kirell/aam is significantly more ambiguous once you get past balaam's surface-level performance. literally one of the potential last questions on his section of charon's interview--which you only find out is the case on your second playthrough--makes him happy if you say you're fine with just living out your life, and even happier if you say you're open to starting a family. when i tell you i was going insane

[vanweezer]

very very personal, just insight into where im at w my family and things that bother me/have encouraged me to move out

"i know youre moving out so im just gonna say no ones kicking you out and if you feel like this is something you have to do then ok"

thanks! i know im not being kicked out! but yknow i kinda yet a weird vibe when your out of touch husband takes me to a cemetery to yell at me, tell me im just like my father/dont give my father "the time of day", and that im "mean to people who care about me" in front of his dead mother's grave in a poor attempt at guilting me out of speaking my mind. but no yeah thanks for stating the fucking obvious that im leaving on my own terms

[ohimsummer]

ate breakfast and then fell asleep for four hours (I feel Off)

[sheliesshattered]

I think my tastes must just vary wildly from most people's, but I feel like the last several fanfics I've read have gone on for five or six chapters too many. I'll take an open-ended happy ending over wading through 15k+ words of a dense cloud of cotton candy overly sweet denouement in which every aspect of their perfect life together is explained in excruciating detail, and pet-names and 'I love you's are exchanged every other paragraph