#oH WOAH 200???

[daily-yin]

this isn't a request but i just want 2 thank you for this account....it brings me so much joy every day i come home from school and check to see if it's updated

Thank you so much !!! Im glad it brings you joy !! I will keep continuing to draw yin as for long as I can ! 💕💕

[kxllerblond]

i need her, chat. i must bring her home,,,,

[icarusredwings]

As requested. Sleepy and aggressive dog vibes Logan. (here. Take your cuddly 200 year old alchoolic with anger issues and PTSD, you little freaks/ affectionate)

Pizza.

It's happening. It's finally happening! After months of trying to set this up, his plan was finally working. Wade has been trying to get this muscley idiot to fall asleep on him for 2 and a half months, and now the time has come.

It took coaxing him in by watching some boring War Marathon, a bunch of incorrect documentaries that he was prone to shake his head at, to criticize for their blantant lies. It started with Logan standing there, arms crossed like a dad who wasn't at all interested and refused to sit down, but now he was laid in his lap, snoring, growling at some bits of the show.

He would have shut it off already but the remote was on the table and if he moved he might wake him. And that sir, was a no no. A massive NO for him. Internally he was already screaming with excitement but his grunts were becoming too much to stand by and litsen too.

Come on- easy.. easy.. he only had one shot at this, and it might end up with another baby hand. Very carefully, he touched his head, and he flinched. Silently, he cursed himself.

Gently, his hand made full contact, sweeping some of his hair back, stopping for a second as he rolled onto his side, pulling his legs up to fully curl up the way he did in bed too. Again, inside of his brain, this man was squealing so much that he might be mistaken for a piglet.

Petting him for quite some time, he hadn't noticed that on the Tv they were about to start playing bombs, and now they compared. One of the louder ones caused him to jump, almost snarling at the idea of a threat in his dreams.

"Shhh.. shhh, it's okay. Just the tv." He mumbled, fondly stroking the back of his scalp. Now, focusing on the screen a little more, he would cup his hand over his ear when a loud one was about to play again. "I got you.."

The more this went on, the more progress was made, the growls turned back into deep snoring, and now Wilson not only got to play with his hair but also running a hand up and down his arm as Logan began to drool onto the pillow between him and wades lap.

This couldn't get any better. At least- thats what he thought. Until a different noise came from his chest. One that traveled into his throat but barely left his mouth. "What the- GASP Oh my god you're purring(!)"

Struggling not to make the sound of a squeaky toy, his grin was ear to ear, utterly thrilled. He didn't know he could do that. Did he even know he could do this? Probably not.

The purring was quiet, but oh so heavenly. To feel it through his hands was enough, seeing as whenever someone was shouting, shooting, or simply talking too loud, he couldn't hear it. But that didn't matter. There was a much bigger point than that. He was Safe.

Wade had made his body relax so much that he did the unthinkable. Become vaunerable.

This, unfortunately, ended much quicker than he would have liked. The disc skipped, and suddenly, there was a massive scene with screaming, guns, firing, and bombs being dropped.

Honestly, it made him jump too just from how dozy he became with all the domesticity. But if he was even startled.. Within seconds, all of that progress was down the drain. Now, here he was, up and heaving, claws out and on edge, his eyes wide with fear and anger.

Wade could have sworn he had seen him shaking, too. Just a tiny bit in the arms.

With all the hairs on his arms and neck raised, the snarling, baring of teeth and the way he was stanced, Wade knew he was fucked. Like- Uber fucked. And not the way he preferred. Oh shit- this wasn't fair. How could he look like he was about to kill him and still be this hot?

Slowly, he stood, putting his hands up.

"Hey woah woah woah- easy there, big boy. It's alright. Just the Tv." Nodding towards the television. Realizing this was a bad idea, he practically tripped over the coffee table to grab the remote and stand in front of it, not wanting him to somehow stupidly electrocute himself to death.

A snarl.

"Woah woah! Shhh- look. Look, watch. I'll kill it. There- see? All gone! Better?" But in reality, all he did was turn it off.

Looking around as if scanning for danger, the goosebumps began to cease, starting to regain control over himself and his senses.

"There we go. Much better. You're okay. No one's coming to-"

The moment he said this, there was a bang at the door. "Oh for fucks sake. Who the fuck would that be? This late at nig- ohHO Peanut? Peanut! NO!"

A couple of dirty play scratches and three new holes in the wall later, he was able to open the door.

Wrestling your super human strength, terrified feral animal of a 'Room mate' away from your front door felt like trying to keep an aggressive dog from attacking the mail man (which he's come to the realization that this was a weekly recurrence Man. He really hated strangers, didn't he?)

Except even Wade wasn't sure who it was, a bit tempted to just let him go at it and protect the home how ever he saw fit- but last time he did that, he made a couple of girl scouts pee themsleves and scream for their mommies and Logan felt bad about it for weeks.

"Yes?!"

"Erm... Pizza delivery?"

Still struggling to keep him from scaring the piss out of this poor teenager, Wade gave him a smile. "One second!"

Slamming the door again, he turned, giving him a stern look, and a pointed finger that he could have easily sliced off if he wanted.

"Put'em away mister!"

Another growl. Almost like protest.

"Yeah yeah GRR yourself! It's some scrappy kid, you're fine! ...Now put them away.... please."

Seeing the silent look of nothing behind those beautiful eyes that he often did when coming down from these kinds of scares, Wade smiled and coed, slightly higher than his usual tone. "Comme onnn. Put away your murder mittens! It's okay. My big, strong kitty. Oh, what a good boy you are, Oh yes, you are~"

Visually, you could see his shoulders drop, and quickly, he came back to his senses, frowning in embarrassment as he sheathed them only to walk over, shoving him out of the way as he threw open the door again.

"Oh god- Logan? Logan!" He called, cursing under his breath some more as he dug in his pockets for the kid's tip before he got a free piercing through the stomach.

Glaring at the 16 year old, He did that thing when his nose crinkled, sniffing this so-called 'pizza delivery' boy.

Popping his head through, under his arm, Wade grinned apologetically and gave the kid a 5.

"Sorry - He's not used to strangers yet."

With a huff, it seemed the man had dubbed this twig of a child, not a threat. Going back to the couch with a big grunt, he crossed his arms, a little embarrassed by his behavior.

"Bye!"

Grabbing the pizza and locking the door, Wade groaned in annoyance, coming back to the couch, too. Opening the box, he handed him a slice, took one for himself, and put one on the floor.

"Puppins! Here papa's princess!"

Within a moment the little dog tottered in and began to lick the cheese off of the floor pizza, wagging her tail, happy as ever to be eating the human food with her two daddies, unaware that one of them had just almost made a kooshkabab out of an acne faced teen.

Letting out a massive sigh of relief, Wade was glad that all was well again, happy to see him eating something other than whiskey for a change before realizing.. he didn't even order pizza.

"Hey Al? Did you order pizza?"

"Well, I did now!"

Oh great.. welp. Finders keepers-

In between bites, he glanced at him, teasing. "Damn Wolvie, what was all that about? Since when do you go after kids?"

"...Mmh.." This was a grunt that meant 'I don't. Now stop asking me questions, I'm starving'

He watched as he devoured the slice, grabbing another, only for Wade to slide him the entire box, smiling at him like an idiot as he fondly remembered the purring a few minutes ago. He wasn't sure if pizza was in a wolverine's proper diet, but he'd be stabbed if he ever told him that.

-And if they really wanted to come back and pry it from the Wolverines claws? Then so be it.

[bunnivez]

Zoya, Rahu and Angell (separated) with a chief!reader (fem) that is surprisingly physically stronger then them

Thank you for reading :)

જ⁀➴ AA THIS IS ASK IS SOMETHING IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO, I feel like their reactions would be so funny. Enjoy Nonnieeee!

જ⁀➴ Warnings ! .. None

Her jaw is dropped she is torn… Listen, she loves you regardless; but what the fuck. How?? What?? HUH??

I feel like this woke another beast inside her and asks you many questions on how this is possible, have you been training? How? What did you take?

Her ass is training extra hard now, 100 pushups at 3am now became 200 pushups at 1:00am. She is keeping a close eye on you because she cannot figure out how the heck you are stronger than her.

On another part though, she finds it pretty admiring and amusing. Finally someone she can challenge, however she won’t get ‘physical ‘with you if you don’t want to; like wrestling and fighting to see if she manages to win you this time.

Doesn’t worry as much about you possibly facing some enemies— that is if you know how to fight. She knows your strength and can take care of yourself more easily; but even then she makes sure there is someone with you if she can’t.

Overall nothing that impacts your relationship, it’s something that takes her by surprise but grows used to it, the members of the Legion admire you as well! Horo is a fan of yours— BUT ZOYA WILL FOREVER BE HER NUMBER ONE.

Oh… oh ok.

She was surprised at first but never really asked much about it; it was just like woah! That wasn’t expected. Now she doesn’t have to worry too much for when a stranger comes and tries to attack you while she’s on her way back home after completing her tasks, she knows you have the strength to fight them off for a bit.

Sometimes she randomly wonders if you are capable of accidentally breaking something due to your strength.

You are literally the reason why no one except her comes anymore ദ്ദി(ㅠᯅㅠ) People on the dark web heard someone say something about some ‘deadly strong housewife’ that Angell has… It was something.

I really like the idea of the strong woman that in reality is just a sweetheart waiting for her wife to come back from work and pamper her with kisses and ask about their day; it’s funny lmao.

SHE DOES NOT CARE SHE IS STILL GOING TO PROTECT YOU.

Taken back, she even asks how that is possible but doesn’t push it any further if it’s something you wish to keep private.

Honestly.. I feel like she probably would be into it. Protecting you knowing you can probably handle things yourself if someone ever attacks you.

This also feeds into erm.. some kinks perhaps .

If she ever needs help breaking something you are literally the first person she asks. On other occasions— very rare ones, she will ask you if you can open the lid off of a jar if she can’t. She’ll be very flustered about it.

Pretty chill about it at the end, it’s still very impressive! However eventually she will get used to it.

[princessbrunette]

https://www.tumblr.com/princessbrunette/738697343618121729/i-feel-like-im-writing-too-many-asks-so-sorry-if

now i cant stop thinking about mechanic!jj hes the only one on the island who doesnt try to scam you and hes honestly kinda astonished at how bad you let your car get 😭 but hes so sweet and he gives you a discount and makes you promise to always come to him when you have trouble

youre always finding a new way to repay him 🫶🏽 and he loves when you bake the most -🐰

i loveeee mechanic!jj ugh cries !!!!!!

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standing infront of him in your lil pink top n skirt, swaying on your feet as you explain your car troubles and he’s just leaning against a car, listening intently nodding— but in his head he’s like ‘oh i know literally any other mechanic would scam the living hell out of this poor girl’

“yeah and last time i got my oil changed they charged me $200–”

“woah w-woah hold up— they what?” his head whips towards you at lightening speed because there’s no way. “you didn’t pay that right, please tell me you flipped ‘em off n’drove right away.” he gestures the driving away with his hand and you tilt your head, brows furrowed.

“i thought it seemed fair at the time…” hes already shaking his head, walking towards you as he pulls a little notebook out his pocket, flipping up a page and scribbling something down on it.

“nah, nah, nah. that can’t run. you get car troubles again n’you call me directly, okay? i can’t with a good conscience let these assheads scam anymore more money out of a pretty girl like you, ‘kay?” he looks dead serious and you just nod, feeling a little warmer at the compliment he slipped in.

“thank you…” you search for a name tag.

“oh, jj. jj maybank.” he holds out a hand for you to shake, before looking at it and seeing that it’s covered in grease. he retracts it, wiping it on his pants with an awkward grimace. “ah, probably shouldn’t—”

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[transmascaraa]

!lyney and lynette bday special!

since it was your bf's and his sister's bday, you decided to surprise them with something...

bf!lyney x gn!reader (ft. lynette and freminet)

author's note: HAVE YOU SEEN HIS BDAY ARTTT?? BABYGIRL IS ADORABLEEEEE😭💗 anyways i hope you guys like this cuz i tried my best to do something special for his(and lynette's) bday and yeah👍

"happy birthday, magic man!"

-it was finally that day.

-the 2nd of february.

-your boyfriend's birthday, lyney, and his twin sister's, lynette.

-you and freminet, their younger brother, had been planning this surprise for weeks now, you needed it to be perfect

-they really deserve it, even more than that

-so, as for what you and freminet got lynette...

-you got her a fancy dress, some cute hair clips, and a cat plushie, that looked like her!

-you were confident that she'd like it.

-and as for lyney...

-a bouquet of flowers. roses. all kinds, all types, roses.

-lynette and freminet told you that his favorite flowers are roses but told you to blame it on the little birdie.

-you, separately, also bought him a fuzzy warm red blanket, but sprayed your perfume/cologne on it, so it reminded him of you.

-while the both of you bought him his favorite candy, to which you were sure he would love!

-and finally, you and lynette planned out a perfect date for you and him.

-this is how it went...

-"hey, lynette, so i thought about bringing him to an expensive date with me, what do you say?" you asked her while sipping your tea.

-"how expensive are we talking? $100-$200 or like you eat money for lunch?" she asked, glancing at you from behind the teacup.

-"hmm... like... we eat money for lunch." you replied, smiling innocently.

-"alright... i recommend "gâteaux de coeur". it's very expensive, and that's why there's not much people there. it'll be worth it, i think." she suggested. (help i used google translate for "heart cakes" is it correct???)

-"i'm on it!" so you were already reserving the seats...

-a bit later, you decirated your whole entire house.

-gifts everywhere.

-with the help of freminet, of course.

-the two of you set up everything, and then freminet called them to come tomorrow.

-anytime.

-and so, tomorrow came soon.

-lyney and lynette rang the doorbell, but nobody opened it.

-you and freminet hid behind the couch, with confetti ready in your hands.

-"hellooo?" lyney said as he opened the door. it was unlocked.

-"happy birthday!" you and freminet jumped out when they came in, blasting the confetti everywhere.

-"o-oh... wow... thank you..." lyney could barely speak, he was left flabbergasted by this.

-he was so caught off guard that he had no mask on anymore. pure shock.

-"woah... thank you, you two." lynette added. she's usually there with a neutral expression on her face, but she was surely surprised this time.

-so, after talking a bit and eating some cake...

-freminet and you gave them the gifts. they opened them, all 4 of you sitting on the floor in a circle.

-first, lynette opened her presents.

-"i love these... the plushie... it's cute. and the dress is nice too. and these hair clips will come in handy." she said, thanking you both.

-and then, lyney opened his.

-he saw the gifts, and just buried his head in your thighs. he was blushing hard.(most normal lyney behavior)

-"thank you..." was all he muttered, inhaling your scent from the blanket that he put close to his chest, and your scent itself...

-it was the best birthday he could ever ask for...

~~~~~

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

IT'S SO CUTE

HELP I LOVE LYNEY

[hiskillingjar]

I don't know if this is weird enough, but I’m an acousticophiliac. I am wildly excited by the sound of chainsaws, the closer and longer I am to the sound, the more horny I become. oh, if Strade held my face over his table saw or sat on me with a chainsaw in his hands... I wonder how he'll react to how wet it makes me :3

what is this, a crossover episode? 🎥📼

1800+ words, cw for canon typical rape n violence, rough object insertation and slurs. it's a chat, what do you expect?

mountthep: come on yr being WAY too nice with this one. easily convinced by some good pussy huh??? crustykilljoy: YAAA I WANNA SEE SOMETHING FUCKED UP!!!! XD woundfucker: you freaks have no sense of fucking tension lmao. is this your first stream or something?? mountthep: if i wanted to see tension i would have stayed in film school faggot

You let out a muffled shriek as your slack body was thrown over a metal table, the firm hand in your hair and the heavy body above yours pinning you down and keeping you still against it.

You had been put through hell for the last few hours, and that was putting it lightly.

Your head was spinning from the myriad of oozing cuts all over your body, ranging in depth (some papercut shallow, others worryingly deep), burning like a fire and streaming rivulets of blood down your sweaty, pallid skin. Your legs were trembling from the amount of effort it was taking just to hold yourself upright, and though you tried to adjust yourself against the table, give yourself some degree of relief, it was to no avail.

Strade wouldn’t give you any opportunity to move, to resist him, for even a second.

"Heh, you guys are a riot tonight!" He chuckled behind the mask covering his face, permitting him an anonymity that you were not allowed (you had long figured that you weren't getting out of this alive, though, so what did you care about anonymity?) "Look, I know most of you don't have a little thing called patience, but please, try to, for me? I'll be sure to reward you if you do~"

crustykilljoy: ASDFSXFCGD ME NEXT ME NEXT HEHEHEHEHE <3333 [woundfucker PAID 200 tokens] wirehead92: way to feel vindicated woundfucker lmao Anon: wait isn't that like 2k?? dollygirl: he's dropped 20k in one livestream before. he's the only guy B3G_CRY actually takes reqs from. woundfucker: git good brokie :) how about you turn that saw on big guy, see her really start to squirm??

"Now, that's not a bad idea," Strade praised approvingly, speaking to the blinking red eye of the camera behind you, its gaze fixed on your lashed backside, bruises and blood painting a canvas of pain, and your bound ankles. "High risk, high reward, eh, ‘woundfucker’?"

You mindlessly murmured a slurred question into your thick, duct tape gag, trying to look behind your shoulder as Strade shifted to your left and leaned down.

You then heard the click of a switch, before the sharp, dangerous, rotating-too-fast-to-be-seen-by-the-naked-eye saw blade, mere inches from your head, started to whir and buzz and vibrate.

Your once hazy eyes widened instantly, blood shot and filled with unshed tears, and you tried, instinctually, to jerk backwards in spite of your bindings, away from the imminent danger in front of you, but Strade kept you pinned still with a gruff laugh.

"Haha, woah there!" He said, moving the hand in your hair to the back of your neck, keeping your head pinned down to the cool, metal table. "Don't squirm so much, buddy, or you're going to cause an accident!"

Your entire body started to tremble erratically like a trapped animal, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks as you watched the saw, unable to watch anything else. When you were this close, you could see the slightest scrape of metal on metal causing jumping sparks, not big enough to hurt you or pose any major threat, but enough to prove to you that it was very real, that the saw could and would hurt you if you didn’t stay still.

The table was positively vibrating underneath you, making the sound that much louder and rocking you right to your very core.

A core that was stirring and tightening painfully, making your thighs clench together and a whimper curl from your gagged lips.

Anon: hold up is she getting turned on??? mountthep: lmao what a slut, no wonder her ass got kidnapped dollygirl: not the first won’t be the last :) crustykilljoy: STICK SOMETHING UP THERE ASDFFNFKIIJJJJ :333 FILL THAT CUNT!!!

"Hm?" Strade hummed casually, keeping your head pinned down but moving his body away from yours. "Is that right?"

You felt his warm touch trace over your cunt then, as if inspecting it, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning when his fingers rubbed the dripping wet of your slit thoughtfully.

"Ahhh, and here I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself.” He crooned with a sick grin (you didn’t even need to look at him to see it) as he slid a finger inside you, his calloused thumb rubbing a tight circle against your clit and making you squeak and shiver all the more. “What is it, sweet thing? You don’t like the saw? You don’t like me showing off your pussy to all my guests?”

"Mmph...mmm," You groaned into your gag, pressing your hot face into the cold metal and feeling the thrumming vibrations of the buzzsawcut right through you.

“Yeeeah, I don't think you mind it, do you, fraulein?” He said, somehow even softer (as if he was speaking just for you) as he slid a second finger inside of you with ease and hooked them, curling them and rubbing them slowly against your insides while he teased your clit, making your legs clench up even tighter. “No, no, I don't think you mind it at all, actually…”

You couldn't stop yourself from pressing your hips back, chasing after more of those nice, slow touches, the only modicum of pleasure you had felt after hours and hours of pain.

This should have been your breaking point, you thought for a fleeting moment, this should have been the thing that made you cuss and scream and vomit all over his boots (forcing him to seal your mouth up with thick tape, stuck in your hair, sure to be painful if he ever tried to remove it), but it felt like more of a relief to be violated, to be raped, than it did to be hurt.

You would have gladly accepted this kind of torment over any other, given the choice.

[crustykilljoy PAID 10 TOKENS] mounttp: you dumb bitch!! crustykilljoy: PLEEEEEEASE PLEASE RAPE HER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ADNFNFJJJ XD I WANNA SEE IT SO BADDDDDD ME NEXT ME NEXT mountthep: im going to fucking kill you next time i see you you fucking cunt dollygirl: crusty woman(?) of the people woundfucker: lol mad your gf is ogling someone else?

"Ooh, danke for the generosity! I'm always happy to appease my newbies," Strade said with a good-natured laugh, ever the charmer, even when the person he was charming wasn’t in the room. "Especially when they're good enough to leave a tip~"

With that, Strade abruptly pulled his fingers out of you and the warm touch of his skin was replaced with something colder and blunt.

As it slowly breached your entrance, your cunt straining to take in the new intrusion, you quickly figured out that it was the handle of a hammer, long and solid without even an inch of flexibility to it.

In spite of the painful sensation, you moaned again, flinching as the edge of the handle dragged against your sensitive insides, providing you with no kind of pleasurable stimulation other than the sheer force of being filled so deeply.

It was painful, dreadfully so, but it paled in comparison to everything else you had gone through that night.

And you knew that you were providing plenty of lubrication for the porous wood to slide inside of you.

"Would you look at that, hm? So slick and wet..." Strade murmured with another dark smile as he pressed the handle a little further inside of you. You might have been disgusted with yourself that there was such little resistance, but you didn't have the mind to feel much of anything anymore, other than a dissociative kind of pleasure. "Christ, you're practically drooling on the cement, hah!"

Strade smoothed the hand through your sweaty hair, then, before idly pressing his groin against your bloody hip, so you felt the initial stirrings of arousal in his trousers.

Typical.

"Nasty, right?" He said, presumably for his chat to hear. "You almost don't feel that bad about raping meat like this." He paused, easing the handle in even further, so deep that you could feel it begin to meet resistance, wood hitting bone and organs while the thick metal head suddenly pressed cold against your aching clit. "Not that I'd feel that bad anyway…"

He then pressed his palm against the head, forcing the hammer even deeper inside (forcing out a pained shriek from you) as he began to grind his hips down against your bloody thigh, stimulating himself while he was torturing you.

Despite your shrieks of pain, you moaned again, your dead eyes fluttering and rolling back into your skull, barely even noticing as he slowly inched your head closer to the whirring saw blade, making the sound that much louder and effecting you so much more heavily.

"Yeah, I think you like the way that thrums, don't you?" He asked, once again lowering his voice (just for you) as he took the head of the hammer in hand and pulled it back, inching the handle out of your aching cunt, before, suddenly, slamming it back inside of you and making you yelp into your gag (making your body squirm even more).

He was probably tearing up your walls, treating your cunt like this, but you had the sense that he probably didn't care that much.

 "I can feel in your body how much you like it." He continued to pull back the hammer and thrust it into you, using it like some kind of demented sex toy, in spite of how painful it was. "Little freak~"

woundfucker: i think her pussys starting to bleed lol wirehead92: yeah i bet you hate that, username woundfucker crustykilljoy: ASDFDFAFSHB HEHEHEHEHE TAKING IT SOOOOO GOOD GOOD GIRL :DDD Anon: Internal bleeding is going to kill her quicker than anything else, though. Boring. mountthep: agreed :P

"Fussy lot tonight, hm?" Strade hummed, pushing in the hammer one last time before pulling his body back completely, reaching down to squeeze his erection with an impatient sigh through his teeth. "You're lucky that I'm kind enough to share this with you, ya know...ah, but I did promise to reward your patience, didn’t I?"

"Hmmph.." You groaned, your body slack and utterly exhausted, as he reached forward and tangled his fingers in your hair again, pressing his hips to the head of the hammer, nudging it into your town up insides even deeper.

"Nothing personal, fraulein," He murmured, caging your body down and speaking to you in a low whisper. "I think we could have had a lot more fun together..."

With that, Strade pushed your head into the whirring teeth of the saw blade.

[waterfire1848]

Korra: I. Hate. You!! Aang: OH!? Well, next time don't steal my monopoly! Yangchen: Korra, give Aang your 200 dollars. You landed on his property. Korra: No! He's in jail! I'm not going to give money to a criminal! Aang: That's not how you play!! Wan: Woah. This is getting- Yangchen: Shut up, Wan! You don't get to talk after stealing my last railroad! Kyoshi: I wish I was never born! Kuruk: Me too! You think any of us wanted this! [ Roku is just silently watching from afar. ]

[slut-taylorsversionnn]

hey! Thank you so much for the last fic! I loved it so much!!! I’m sorry to ask for another one so soon, but today is my birthday, and I was wondering if I could get one of Tom celebrating readers birthday? If not that’s totally cool. Thank you so much!!!

happy birthday! i have been so busy so i haven’t written anything in a little while but here you go, hope you enjoy!

summary: y/n’s birthday and tom planned a surprise…

i woke up feeling so excited, it was my birthday and tom had been acting a little suspicious lately. i was hoping he planned an elaborate surprise but whatever the day held i knew it would be great because i would be spending it with my boyfriend tom freaking blyth!

i got out of bed once i noticed tom must’ve already woken up. i walked into the kitchen and tom was on the phone with someone.

“hold on i gotta go.” tom said quickly.

weird i thought. “who was that?”

“oh it was just a work call but i said i had to go because it’s my favorite person’s birthday!” he said as he walked towards me. he snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

“so i was thinking we could go to that cafe you love for breakfast and then do some shopping and you could pick something out to wear because i have a little something planned for tonight.” tom explained.

“first of all, love the cafe idea and would love to go shopping with you. but how am i supposed to pick something out to wear for your little surprise if i have no idea what’s going on??” i replied.

“well darling that’s why i’m going along to make sure you pick the perfect thing. trust me i’ve got you.” he smiled and winked.

“ok then, i’m gonna start getting ready.”

“ohh i just thought of something…” tom said.

“what..?” i was so confused.

“we should do an instagram live and get ready together! it’ll be so fun for your birthday.” tom suggested.

“ooh wait yeah that sounds fun. and the fans will eat that up.” i laughed.

“so it’s y/n’s birthday and we’re getting ready to get brunch and shop for a dress for her to wear to my special surprise tonight.” tom was telling everyone on live.

“woah there’s already 80k watching you just started that live.” i said walking into frame. i had just gotten dressed and put on a little lilac sun dress that i absolutely adored and was saving for today.

“you look so stunning right now love.” tom commented and seemingly forgot we were even on live as he pulled me in by the waist and kissed me. he pulled away when he remembered we had an audience. i blushed and then looked at all the comments rolling in.

user: tom and y/n are so couple goals

user: tom forgot about the whole rest of world when y/n walked in

rachelzegler: happy birthday to my fav!!!!

hunterschafer: happy birthday bestie!!!!

“aww thanks rachel and hunter” i loved my friends so much.

i finished getting ready and then me and tom started walking to my favorite little cafe. i ordered my usual coffee order and tom got his oat milk latte as always. then we walked to the first of many shops.

“so what am i even looking for?” i asked

tom started picking out fancy dresses that he wanted me to try on, “something like this.”

“so it’s a fancy surprise you have planned then mr blyth..” i said wiggling my eyebrows.

“i could tell you but then i’d have to kill you.” he smirked.

so once tom had picked about 200 dresses for me to try on we headed to the dressing room.

i came out wearing a pink dress with lots of ruffles, “i feel like im wearing what would happen if a cupcake and a ballerina had a baby.”

tom started cackling, “yeah that’s not the look i was going for.”

next dress was definitely giving tigris vibes but definitely not something i could pull off, “umm am i about to attend a panem fashion show?”

“i think effie would be proud,” tom replied still grinning.

30 dresses later i slipped on the most beautiful magenta silk dress that fell to the floor with a slit coming about thigh length. it was soo gorgeous. i stepped out of the fitting room and let me tell you tom’s jaw DROPPED.

“y/n…wow just wow.” he was stunned.

i felt the blush creeping onto my face. “all these years of dating you blyth and i can still make you speechless.”

“well when you look like that, it’s not hard to make me speechless. i can’t believe it you’re so beautiful. we definitely have a winner.” he gushed.

“i think we definitely have a winner too.”

so after shopping we stopped to grab some pizza for lunch and then we headed back home to get ready for tom’s big surprise. i hadn’t really heard from rachel or hunter today and they’re never quiet so i was definitely feeling suspicious. i did my makeup, curled my hair, put on my dress and gold sparkly heels. i was looking at myself in the mirror and saw tom coming up to give me a hug from behind. he was in a suit with a matching magenta tie.

“what’s going on in that head of yours love?” tom asked.

“just thinking that dang you are so hot,” i laughed and leaned to kiss him. “i love you so much tom.”

“i love you so much y/n. let’s go get you to your special night.”

tom insisted i rode to our destination with a blindfold on so it wouldn’t ruin the surprise. i felt the car start to park and tom came around to my side of the car and opened my door. he took my hand and led me towards wherever we were going. i felt us walk into a building and then tom led me into an elevator.

“are you sure you’re not kidnapping me right now?” i asked.

“no promises,” tom laughed and then i felt a little bit of a breeze stepping out of the elevator. tom untied my blindfold and-

“SURPRISE!” i opened my eyes and i was standing on a rooftop overlooking the rest of new york and standing in front of me was all of my friends. it was so beautiful.

“oh my gosh!” i said covering my mouth, “i can’t believe it this is so wonderful you all!”

rachel and hunter ran up to me, “y/n you look drop dead gorgeous right now.” hunter exclaimed.

“that dress was made for you!” rachel commented.

“aww guys i can’t believe you all pulled this off! i was getting a little suspicious but i didn’t dream of this,” i said looking around. the rooftop was decorated in tons of flowers and with the sun setting it was so perfect.

“i can’t believe tom was able to keep a secret from you, i thought for sure he would tell.” hunter said.

“wow i love the faith you all have in me. but yes it was hard to keep this a secret but im glad it paid off.” tom said giving me a side hug.

the night was filled with dancing and love and music. rachel even convinced everyone to do karaoke and tom sang one of my favorite one direction songs “steal my girl” for me and i dedicated “london boy” to him. we even sang “you and i” by one direction as a duet which is another one of my favorites. by far the best birthday ever!

author’s note: hope you all enjoyed, i really liked writing this one! i’m going to keep responding to requests so don’t worry, im just not the fastest writer. but also stay on the lookout for the tom blyth series im about to start.

[yourlocaldilemma]

Golden thoughts {part 2} ln4

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Lando Norris x fem!sprinter!reader

words: 2.1k

part: 2/? part one part two part three part four

warnings: none really

a/n: Feedback is appreciated:)

Woah.” Still standing at the door, Lando’s eyes widen as he looks around your room.

The whole drive back to your hotel you had been questioing every life choice you’d made that brought you to this moment.

The moment where you brought an F1 driver you just met to your hotel room. 

He was nice, and you knew he wasn’t going to pull anything, but this was way out of character for you. The fact that he so quickly made you break your rules made you feel things you weren’t familiar with. 

You realize Lando is still at the doorway. “Are you going to come in or do you plan on just standing there?” 

He begins taking off his shoes, but his eyes don’t move from the window behind you. The sun has almost completely set, filling the penthouse with a soft glow and colouring the clouds soft shades of orange and pink.

“And you have all this to yourself?” 

You shrug, “I love the view. I really like having a kitchen. The bed is more comfortable. I guess you could call it a guilty pleasure.”

Lando only whistles as he walks around taking in the space. He walks past the couch you’ve laid your open suitcases on and snorts as he passes the one filled with your sprint spikes. 

“What the hell are these Y/N? You could kill someone with them!”

You laugh and walk over to explain all the different pairs of shoes to him. 

“They’re sprint spikes Lando.” 

What happened to the dinosaur wrestling gig?” 

“This is just a little side project”

“So you’re a sprinter?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow that’s amazing. Why are there so many pairs?” 

“There’s different ones for the 100 and 200, a pair for practice and an extra just in case.”

“That seems too complicated.”

“Because F1 isn’t?”

He responds by seating himself at the island and turning to look at you. “So are you going to cook me something?”

You scoff at him, but return to the kitchen and start pulling out the ingredients for dinner. 

“I won’t eat fish. I also won’t eat anything spicy.”

Rolling your eyes you begin to cut up vegetables. “I was thinking a dinner bowl of sorts. Rice, veggies, chicken,” sarcastically you add, “does that suit your liking sir?”

Lando pauses. 

“Y/N did you just call me sir?” 

You look up, mortified but unsurprised but his immaturity, to see him half blushing half grinning maniacally at you. You throw a piece of carrot in his general direction, and with some luck it hits him square on the forehead. 

He narrows his eyes at you. “Ugh yeah that’s fine I guess. As long as it’s also not spicy.”

You task him with cooking the rice, figuring it’s easy enough after deciding you didn’t quite trust him with a knife. In between figuring where the cookware was, you were surprised to find the conversation easy and comfortable. It felt like you’d known him for way longer than 5 hours and he brought a welcome new sense of life to the once cold penthouse. 

“Oh my god Y/N it’s attacking me!” You keel over laughing when you turn to find the pot of water boiling over onto the stove top. At this point you’re pretty sure you’ve already laughed more tonight than you have in the last month.

Through your fits of laughter you scold lando. “You muppet you were supposed to be watching it! Are you really not capable of boiling water?” 

“In my defence, I don’t cook a lot!”

“I don’t think that counts as cooking,” you exhale a laugh. 

“You can drive a car at 300 kilometres an hour but you can’t boil water. What are you doing with your life?” 

The atmosphere changes in a split second. His eyes flick downward and examine the floor before meeting yours. He holds your gaze for a few seconds before whispering “ I don’t know sometimes.” 

In a second you see him go from McLarens golden boy with an infinite number of fans to the small scared boy who fell in a love with racing all those years ago, the boy who still tucks his face into his dads neck and leans into kisses from his grandma.  

“Would you like a hug?” 

You regret asking the question as son as it comes out of your mouth. You can’t tell if Lando looks humoured or disgusted by the offer. Instead of waiting for an awkward response you spin around, but before you turn fully you feel his arms on you.

He pulls you to his chest and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, tucking his face into the side of your neck. 

Tentatively, you wrap your arms around his neck and and relax into the hug. Every time lando exhales you can feel his soft breath on your cheek and his back muscles are very evident under your hands.

There becomes a mutual need to keep holding on as you stay wrapped in each other for for what feels like hours as the sun sets around you. It’s only once the oven dings that he pulls away. 

~

Lando shoves his last bite into his mouth with a moan. 

“Oh my god Y/N that was so good”

You giggle, looking down at your bowl that’s not even halfway done. You’re sitting across from each other at the table, Landos back to the window casting a golden glow over his features. He sits patiently as you finish eating, asking you questions in between bites.  

“Favourite flower?”

“Daises.”

“Night owl or morning person?”

“Morning.”

“Shoe size?”

“I really don’t see how these questions are relevant to anything,” you reply, scraping the last of your meal off the sides of the bowl. 

He smiles sheepishly at you. “If we’re going to be friends we need to know more about each other. Obviously.” 

You inwardly raise an eyebrow. The thought of being friends for longer than just tonight hadn’t even crossed your mind. There were about 100 people you’d think the Lando Norris would befriend before you. 

You end up just smiling hesitantly at him. “Obviously.” 

He stands up and takes your bowls to the kitchen, turning on the sink and rummaging through the drawers, looking for soap you assume. “Is this soap or laundry detergent?” He tosses the bottle at you and  thank god you catch it. 

“Eucalyptus scented dish soap.” You translate, wrinkling your nose. “I don’t know if eucalyptus is a really appealing dish soap scent.”

He giggles at the thought of bowls that taste like eucalyptus before continuing with his endless list of questions. 

“So you speak French and English?” 

You let him begin to do the dishes but sit next to the sink on the counter, “English, French, Spanish and Dutch.”

“Show off.”

You dip your finger into the sink and flick some of the bubbles at him. They land in his curls and she shrieks at you like it was acid instead of soap. 

“Y/N!” He grabs an entire handful of bubbles, lays his large hand flat, and blows them all in your face.

You gasp as your face gets covered in the soap, struggling to breathe as you laugh and try to wipe your face clean. When you can finally open your eyes again, Landos eyes are glinting with tears of laughter and he’s smiling his pretty smile as he watches you. 

“You missed a spot.”

Running your hands over your hair, cheeks, forehead, you attempt to find the bubbles that escaped. 

“Here.”  

Lando steps between you legs dangling off the countertop. Softly, he brushes the top of your nose. Your skin tingles and suddenly you find yourself craving more of his touch. 

Looking up you meet his eyes. The tips of his ears are red and his checks have flushed the same pink that tints his lips. The tension between you could be cut with a knife as the pads of his fingers linger a little longer than necessary on you. 

“Thanks.”

He steps back. “Yeah.”

He shakes his head and you take a deep breath.

“If you had two words to describe your life what would they be?”

You’re grateful for his ability to break the tension.

“Glittery shitshow. Enough questions. It’s my turn. Favourite colour?”

“Orange.”

“One thing that will always make you happy?”

“Racing.”

It sounds like he’s reading the answers off of a script. He probably has. 

“Lando. I’m not asking these questions to Mclarens Lando Norris. I’m asking them to you.”

He hesitates for a second. 

“My favourite colour is dark blue tied with neon green, but only in small amounts, and going to the ocean with my friends and family will always make me happy.” He turns off the tap and faces you. 

“Want to watch something on Netflix?” 

It ends up taking you guys 10 minutes to hook his phone up to the TV, so it’s already late when you decide on watching an old Disney movie. You have 4 text from Charles and 3 from Arthur that are all a cross between 3 barley decipherable languages that you’ll answer in the morning. 

The sun has completely gone down, the light from the TV illuminating the room. 4 minutes into the show you’re almost completely asleep, focusing more on Lando than the movie. He is really pretty.

“Y/N.” you realize Lando has caught you starting at him. For the second time this night. 

“Can I braid your hair?” You weren’t usually this bold with new people, taking your sweet time to begin trusting people, but for some reason he seemed to be the exception. You were also extremely tired, and you’ll probably never see him again so, fuck it. 

Lando laughs. “Sure.” He shifts his position, bringing his head closer to make it easier for you. You pick some strands from the longest part of his hair and begin combing through the curls. As you begin weaving them together, Lando sighs happily and relaxes further and further into your touch. 

His body heat is more comforting than you’d like to admit and but the time you’re done the braid your lashes stripe your vision as slowly your eyes close and you become impartial to the outside world.

~~

You groan and roll over as sunshine streams through your window. Peeking up, you see that the clock reads 7:45 am. The events of last night slowly trickle into your consciousness and you groan again. You pick up your phone, which somehow, along with yourself, made it’s way to your bed. There’s a sticky note pressed to the screen that reads:

“Thanks for dinner and the movie last night. I really enjoyed your company. Lando” there’s a uneven smiley face under the words with a number you can only assume is his. 

When you get out of bed you find you’re still in your clothes and makeup from last night. By the time you’re showered dressed and having breakfast (yoghurt with berries today) it’s 10 o’clock. 

You have to be at the track by 11:45 for training, so you figure your breakfast will also have to act as lunch. You skim through social media as you eat, replying and liking posts as your media manager expects. 

Your training that day is light. You settle into the new track, focusing on the mechanics of your run. You leave feeling content about your performance. Your arm drive has improved massively since the beginning of the year and your times and race results were showing it. Your coach waves to you as you both pull out of the parking lot and join the highway. 

By the time you grab food for the next few days, run by the bank and get back to the hotel it’s almost 3pm. You had been in contact with the Charles all day and his hangover wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. 

Thank god for that, because you would have blamed yourself if he had showed up to media day with a headache and bags under his eyes. 

Scrolling through the F1 app you watch a few of his interviews, and as you pass one of Landos you impulsively click on it. You still hadn’t texted him, ashamed of how vulnerable you had been around him last night and embarrassed you fell asleep practically on him.

His face fills the screen as he awnsers the standard questions he does every weekend. When the reporter asks where him thinks he’ll place this weekend, his eyes flash and he chuckles awkwardly before he responds by saying “Another podium would be nice.” The reporter hums a response to this and thanks him for his time. 

When he runs a hand through his hair and turns to leave the frame, you see the small braid you gave him last night still resting in its nest of curls. 

[vampiric-succulent]

OUAW EP 20:

It’s not even past the bean footage yet and already I have a thing to comment about—

“Hey. Keep working. Keep your hands down.” Idk if it’s just Mace or if it’s me but this is an interesting thing to start the episode with

Also I lowkey already watched this but considering that I wasn’t really paying attention due to Sleep im rewatching

Oh this is the Silly Goofy episode. Got it.

Watching this is so different now that I know how tall each of these people actually are in real life

“Mr Kremyyyyy….. Torbek had a nightmaaaare………..” torb <3

Hot jones?

Why is Mikey using the King Shmebulon voice

Oh the energy here is so weird today

NEXT YOURE GONNA TELL TORBEK THAT A SHRIMP FRIED THAT RICE and they’re gone

The improv shenanigans here are SO GOOD— “the wee hours” watches and the blue J and the bottle of something

HOT JONES!!!

“There was that guy and he was like… woah.” Bi Gricko!!!! “Why you always watching these kingly types and looking at their woah?” Lmfao Gideon you are no better

Degenerate Jones

TABAXI TORBEK and eughhh Mammon Tiefling Gricko (applying for all Mammon Tiefling Gricko)

I love how Kremy is super paranoid thinks everyone is out to get him but still immediately tells Gideon everything (I need to see Gideon do some sort of something back bc coalecroux is feeling increasingly one sided and it is making me sad)

“Torbek was happy with the infinite abyss”

THE FEDS

Poor Twig she went from dealing with absolute loneliness to dealing with all this bullshit. She needs to have the space to Bogart out a little bit like get this woman a destruction room

Twig 🤝 Torbek

coping mechanisms

Gideon has such older brother who acts like a father figure to Twig vibes

THE FEDS THEYRE IN THE CLOTHES

Torbek is simply following suit… following the suit to the ground lmfao

PENIS NOSE?????? HOW IS THAT AN OPTION

Gideon is overwhelmed by Penis im sorry

This is just reminding me of when Frost got the proud nudist curse and Derek made that slapping turn joke 😭

Obligatory “im walkin here” please stop

Nvm we have the coalecroux and also poly party affirmations (long shots and headcanons)

OH!!! Woah there Kremy

“Think of the Federal government!” Quick Gid take your clothes off!! The government!!!

OH NO THE ORCIFICATION

NO THE FUCKING CABINET

DEREK. DEREK WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT DEREK WE COULD HAVE NEVER GONE DOWN THAT ROAD

Love Torbek’s Spring Aladrin voice. It’s like some sort of old English aristocratic friend of Oscar Wilde.

Oop! Theseus’s Ship mentioned (kind of)

“Did we do a bunch of drugs before bed again?” Funny you should have asked that Gideon given what is now happening

“Tentacles probe me” “yes Gideon join us the time is now get naked”

WHY IS IT ERECT NOW DEREK. PUT THAT DOWN. “Something about beekeeper helmets…” HUH

Oh god Twig is gonna bogart out

PUT IT DOWN. PUT THAT THING DOWN AND AWAY.

“STOP BEING ERECT. STOP EATING MY BONES”

Love how Nikkie says “your mind is back to Gricko” and Mikey just starts screaming

Whoops!

It is so impressive how Twig is so controlled. Like she has every justification to absolutely freak out right now and she’s keeping calm and trying to manage things.

Thank god Hootsie is out of this lol

NO TWIG LOOK AWAY

“Torbek was *very* thorough.”

Okay seriously how old is Twig?? This is a very important question. Like REALLY important.

I’m imagining Spring Aladrin Torbek lying on a couch like he’s gonna say “draw me like one of your French girls”

Guys. Please. We are nearly halfway through this video. Please.

YES CAST SILENCE. HUSH MICHAEL.

No Twig it’s not your fault!!!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!

Not the Pennsylvanian sperm trees

“After what I’ve watched today I don’t think you’ll accomplish anything of value.”

Not the milk joke PLEASE y’all not the cilk

Frost is so sweet tho

No more Hot Joneses :(

Yesss Twig establish those boundaries!!!!

Tom is such a deep cut

Okay so Twig is at least 200 years old. Good. That’s really good. Good to know.

Grinko is having a stronk. Please call the Gronkulance.

WHAT HAPPENED TO HOOTSIE.

Omg she’s their niece!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also HOLY FUCK HE HIT HER??? WITH A CABINET????????

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

Menasith, and their older sibling Menapauthe.

The Glowing Anus 😭

Oh this is Nikkie’s fault. Fantastic.

MORNING FROTH CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE

“That’s very funny Gricko. Your daughter is possibly bleeding out.”

Ohhhh Hootsie’s okay thank god

Gricko however is really not

Okay so I know this is a fantasy campaign and we are in the literal Feywild so this like kind of doesn’t matter but how does Gideon get energy??? Does he need to absorb nutrients or is it just sort of as long as he keeps his internal furnace alive he’s okay?

Twig boundaries 100 with regards to Torbek but fully get the party’s concerns

Also Twigsy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Not Gricko being hypnotized by Spring Aladrin Torbek’s hip sway

Torbek does not know but Torbek must dance!!!!

Oh Torbek’s ticket is so sad

“This is an Acorn Satchel!!!”

Mikey annoying Nikkie so much that she just takes things away

Frost getting jealous over the Gricko impression 😭❤️

What is a mud meffet?????

I love Andy so much. Oh he’s wonderful. So glad he’s here.

KLUTZY RETURNS for like two seconds

Love these guys. Oh my lord. Also what the fuck happened in the first like hour???? Still a fun little episode.

[fishsticksloser]

Hello! Can I plz request Rottmnt turtles (separately) react to their s/o having money creation powers? Like they can create money out of thin air. You want a million? Here's a billion.

Money Powers!Reader

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, mutant/yo'kai!reader

A/N: How awesome would this be? Honestly if a genie came up to me, I'd ask to always have the right amount of money... so... yeah...

Donnie

You hadn't told anyone about your powers, people had tried to exploit them before

So you tried not to show it

Once you were in the Hidden City with Donnie and you were buying food and other things Donnie needed

Donnie was a little short so you reached into your pocket and willed money into existence

Acting like it was always in your pocket

"Thanks."

You paid and went back to the lair

"Hey, uh... Can I borrow some money? I wouldn't normally ask, but..."

"Yeah, of course. Here."

You hand reach into your pocket and hand him $200

"W-Where do you get this...?"

"Uh..."

"I mean... if you're have a side job or anything, I'm not judging... I'm just very confused..."

"I um... I can make money..."

Donnie stared at you in awe.

"That's so cool! I... I hope you don't feel like I'm using you... I..."

"Of course not!"

He almost never asks you for money

Donnie will do everything possible to get money before asking you

Doesn't want you to feel used like he does

Leo

He noticed that you almost always had money on you, even though you weren't actively working

He didn't want to ask

Not wanting to make you feel weird

"Could I... Borrow some money?"

"Yeah, of course. How much?"

"Oh... Uh. Maybe like $20. I'm getting Donnie a birthday present, I'll put your name on it too."

"Here. Don't worry about paying me back."

You hand him $50

"Woah... Uh... This is a little much..."

"It's okay, go for it."

After that he paid more attention

He noticed that you didn't seem too worried about how much things cost

So he decided to ask

"Here's that $50 I borrowed earlier."

"Oh... Uh... Thanks, but you can keep it."

"But... it's $50..."

"I can make money, so... Go ahead."

"You CAN MAKE MONEY!?"

Tries not to ask for money

But doesn't stop you from paying for things

Mikey

Noticed immediately that you seemed to pull money out of thin air

Though he never ever wanted to ask you for any

One day, he couldn't help it though

"I'm sorry... I wouldn't normally ask, but I just can't get any money right now... Can I borrow some?"

"Of course! How much?"

"I think $25."

"Here..."

You rummage around in your bag before handing him $100

"I-I only need $25..."

"It's okay! Take it, don't worry about paying me back."

He felt so guilty not giving you $100 back

So he used the other $75 to buy you something

"Oh, thank you, Mikey. You really didn't have to."

"But I feel bad for not giving that money back.."

"Mike, I can make money, don't worry about it."

Shook to the core.

He tries to never ask for money again

If he does, he always pays you back with flowers, a date night, etc

Raph

You told him immediately

He is very trustworthy and just genuinely sweet so you felt you could trust him

Raph literally never asks for money

He will do whatever it takes to get it

So you don't feel used

So... You hide money around his room

Not much, like $1-10 bills every so often

The other boys caught on and let you start hiding it in other places around the lair

Just so Raph wouldn't get suspicious

Eventually he caught on a little and you'd find money in your back on in pockets of clothes you left at the lair

[fordohyon]

Hii!! I saw you wanted a xikers imagine soo how about xikers reaction when you makeup and wearing a pretty dress in front of them for the first time, but the security have a crush on you? Do it in your style 🥹🥹💕💕

ok, so im a little stupid so im guessing like security guard so let me know if this was what u had in mind, i hope u enjoy tho 😋🫡 please tell me if there are any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes so i can fix them

maknae line will be posted later on, i’ll tag you when i do 🤞

THE SECURITY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU?

PAIRING - hyungline!xikers (individual) x fem!reader

WARNING(S) - not sure, pls lmk if there are any

WORDCOUNT - 1.7k (scenarios average 200-300 words)

a/n: jinsiks and hyunwoos are so long?? I was planning for all of them to be around 200-300 though jinsik and hyunwoos is about 400,,

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Minjae

It's only been 3 months since you started dating and most of your dates were inside your apartment or his, he hasn’t seen you with makeup or any sort of fancy clothing. As a way to celebrate your 3rd monthary, you opted to go on a fancy date, of course, you had to get all dolled up for this moment. "Babe?!" You heard Minjae shout. "I'm in my room!" A sigh of relief could practically be heard by your neighbors. "We have to be there by four thir... Woah... You look amazing!" he exclaimed, cheeks and ears tinted with a soft cherry color. "I... I mean, as always! I, uh, you know! I just... you're gorgeous." the boy continued, though a stuttering mess. "Don't worry. I get what you mean, you look striking yourself! Shall we go now?" You said while applying your lipstick on.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as he placed a gentle hand on the small of your back. You both stepped out into the lobby and made your way towards the exit, Minjae seeing the relatively new guard who’s been eyeing you since he started his job at your apartment block “Hi ma’am, would you mind grabbing a drink with me when you’re free? undoubtedly ignoring your boyfriend who’s right beside you. “Aaah… Sir, I have a boyfriend-” you informed the guard, “Which is I, I’m her boyfriend.” Minjae interrupted, clearly jealous, well not that he’s insecure. “Oh, well.. uh, enjoy your date.” The guard awkwardly laughed out. “Thank you-” “We will.” the jealous boy spurts out.

“You’re jealous?” you questioned. Finding him cute. “Well, I can’t say I'm not,” he spoke out before kissing your lips, smudging your lipstick in the process before burying his head into your neck. “What a baby, I love you, and only you.” and of course, you go on about your day and continue the date.

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Junmin

You had finally gotten the opportunity to go all out with your makeup and outfit considering you’re going to be spending the whole day with him. Your phone rings as you open your drawers filled with makeup, catching a glimpse of the caller, noticing that it's your boyfriend you press the call button. “Hi, darling, I'll be there in 5?” he says, unsure if you’d be okay with him going earlier than you expected. “Alright, hurry up… I wanna see my glorious boyfriend!” you utter whilst you pick up your phone to open your camera, “Oh- Wow! You look stunning… I’ll be there as soon as possible! Bye!!” he exclaims before hanging up the call. Gathering all of your makeup that’ll probably smear and placing it in your empty pouch. The doorbell buzz spirals to your room. Walking towards the door and grabbing your bag just as you open the door.

“Hi, You’re enchanting.” he compliments you once again, “Thank you… Shall we go?” you smile, asking him, and soon after you receive the response “Certainly”,

A few hours after you‘ve left and eaten. Both you and your boyfriend have decided to go shopping for new clothes, with Junmin of course. Although he’s just following wherever you go, Junmin can’t ignore the stares that the security that you’ve been passing by plenty of times. Who eventually came up and gave you a paper with a number on it, presumably the security guards’. “Darling, throw it… please?” unpretentiously, you’re gonna throw it away, you already have a lovely and amazing boyfriend, though it is fun to tease him from time to time. “Hm… I’ll think about it.” you taunt him, seeing his brows furrow and his lips forming a pout. You take this as a chance to kiss his lips, seeing his ears getting red and his eyes going blank makes you smile from ear to ear. “You’re cute. So cute. I love you and of course, I’ll throw it.”

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SUMIN

Both you and Sumin love picking out each other's outfits when you go out, however, today it's different. The two of you have agreed on not showing each others' looks before meeting up, you haven't necessarily worn much makeup with him, and this was a chance to surprise him with a look he hasn't seen you in before. Just as you zip your pants up you hear someone knock at your door, trudging towards the door, albeit checking the peephole first, noticing the blond hair you figure that, that's your boyfriend. Opening the door the first thing you see is his gorgeous smile makes you melt, you hear him clear his throat before saying "My princess.. you're breathtaking. Should we go?"

"The Art Museum, right?" You question, receiving a hum from the blond.

Before entering the museum Sumin had caught the guard staring at you, he didn't think of it as anything, or at least before the guard came up to you and asked if you were single. Receiving the most obvious answer, which is no. Sumin who was staring at the security with slightly creased brows, pulling Sumin away, his eyebrows now slightly relaxed, “What was that?!” He questioned, voice laced with disarray. “Not sure either, my prince,” You let out as you raise your brows.

You and Sumin go on about your day hopefully, with no more interruptions, you both have long forgotten the scenario that happened a few hours ago.

진식

JINSIK

Jinsik didn’t know how important this event was till you went to his apartment wearing elegant clothing and makeup, his messy morning hair and pajamas looking extra cute “You’re beautiful, though if you don’t mind me asking, where you’re going?” He asks, “Do you mind going with me? I have to be there by 9 am,” Your eyes dilate as you check your watch. “Should I uh… Just wear a suit?” He stutters, after receiving a nod from you he checks his clock and instantly runs to his bathroom. Waltzing over to his couch and taking your pocket mirror out to check if your makeup is smudged.

It’s been about 10 minutes and your boyfriend Is still sprinting around the place, brushing his hair as he walks up to you “Can you help me with my hair, please?” Jinsik looks at you, trying to see what your answer would be on your face. “Yes dear, I will. Though you have to hurry.” His face lights up, giving you the widest smile after.

You’re now driving to the event parking. You tell them your name and take your ticket. Your car circles around the parking lot checking to see any available parking spaces that are closer to the entrance with Jinsik helping you. “Dearest, there’s one over there!” He exclaimed as he pointed his finger towards the spot he was talking about. “Shall we go inside? I have to introduce you to my coworkers! They’ve been wondering who my plus one is!” You ramble excitedly, “Yes we shall.” He kisses your nose and gets out of the car, opening your door for you.

You’re now in the venue with your boyfriend. You introduce him to some of your close co-workers. All telling you how you have a handsome boyfriend who’s fit for your beautiful self, how you’re the perfect pair, and joking around saying they feel so single around the both of you. You approach the security guard you’re acquainted with while your boyfriend gets some sweets. “Hey… I didn’t know you’d be here!” He gasped, he didn’t know about your boyfriend which led him to ask, “Are you free anytime soon? Let’s go out, just the two of us.” Fortunately for you, your boyfriend heard. “Ah- Sir, she’s unfortunately taken, by me,” Jinsik said as he found himself having a burst of confidence but later cringing at himself. “Bye, Sir!” You murmured as your boyfriend pulled you towards your seats. “I love you, dear,” You enunciate as you kiss his lips, feeling him smile into the kiss. “I love you too, dearest,”

정훈

HYUNWOO

You had dressed up and put makeup on today due to your Christmas party. You show up at his place all dressed up, “You’re astonishing” He says, ears red as this was his first time seeing you dolled up. “Hi baby,” you mutter as you kiss him softly.

“Let’s stay here for a while, if you don’t mind, it's a bit too early to go there right now,” you suggest, of course, Hyunwoo doesn’t mind. “Honey, you’re so lovely,” He lets out as he kisses you, he just can't keep himself together when you’re all pretty like this. Not that you’re only pretty today but considering that this is his first time seeing you like this he just can’t help staring at you.

You’ve been watching for at least an hour and you’ve determined it’s time to go, “Baby, we should go now.” you whisper, weakly after sitting the whole hour. Holding your phone up and checking the camera if your makeup has smirched. “Right, let me get my keys first.” Your boyfriend says, kissing you once again. He leads you to his car opens the door for you and gets into his seat afterward.

He has already memorized the shortcuts to your building making it quicker to get there. Unlocking the door and kissing you before you go has been a thing Hyunwoo always does. Usually, he’d go back to his place and wait till you text him to pick you up but today he decided to stay at the mall nearby and wait for you. He had called you a few minutes after finding a place to stay in the mall, informing you that he was staying in the mall near your office.

At least an hour and a half has passed and you’ve finally texted him saying you’ll meet him at the front of the mall, instantly going to the front of the mall. He immediately finds you and he moves toward you. “Baby… Can you answer this number for me and tell them I have a boyfriend?” You huffed out, obviously annoyed. “Ah- Alright…” You give him your phone as the number keeps on ringing.

“Hello? Who’s this?” Hyunwoo questions. “Y/n, how come you forgot already? This is the security guard, you know, the one you always talk to…? I got your number to tell you I want to go on a date with you, though I’ve already told you this a while ago” “Well I’m sorry to say this but this isn’t Y/n, quite obvious already from my voice. I don’t sound anything like her, and she’s not single,” He asserts, voice tinted with jealousy. That’s all it took for the number to hang up. “Block the number, please” Hyunwoo pleas, “Well I wasn’t planning on keeping his number anyways”

[lappel-du-vide83]

Also getting back to the manhwas train I finally read debut or die which was?? Not at all like I was expecting?? But anyways, here are just my reactions (often kinda random) but I hope you read through and can figure out what's going on while finding it funny!

Also don't ask me which chapter it starts at because brother in arms I don't know either

EUGENE IS SO FUNNY

[VTIC Cheongryeo sunbae-nim: Call me if you feel like dying ^^]

- LMFAOOOO what

didn’t know where this dogsh*t idea came from. Does his pituitary produce saliva instead of hormones? It was fortunate that he was the type to be impressed by trivial interpersonal relationships.

- woah what went straight for the jugular

I never thought that the situation where I cried for the first time in nearly 7 years would be live in front of a camera with 13,000 people.

- AND AIN'T AFRAID TO CRY

- OR TREAT HIS MAMA RIGHT

“You didn’t have a trashy attitude back then, Moondae. You just worked hard even though you were sick. Chungwoo hyung was worried too.”

- Oml

[We have to lose!]

- Bless cha Eugene's heart

-- HE'S SAYING IT IN ENG

Hey, that’s scary. I’m scared.’

- Behold the intelligence of mcs

The company’s internal network structure is derived from T1.’

- HOLY SHIT THIS GUY'S DEDUCTING SKILLS IS CRAZY

- Have you considered a career in

- Forensic?

He also gave very American advice.

- LMFAO

I cheered as I reviewed the ten-day seclusion plan.

- FR

- secluded for 10 days sounds like the DREAM

‘I am so f*cking uncomfortable with it, you bastard.’

- Leave the poor man alone 😭

-- Is this..?

-- THE KIDNAPPING???

(- WHAT

Why don’t you try to commit suicide?”

- CRAZY BASTARD

-- He is now the kidnapper

--- Kidnappee turn kidnapper

Because I beat the sh*t out of him.”

- Amen

It’s okay. I won.”

- HELL YEAH YOU DID

The fact that I was injured enough to go to the hospital was funnier.

- WHAT STOP

- HE COLLAPSED

- WTF

- PLS REST

--

HE'S ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE

-- USING THE SKILL

-- SUBTLY CHANGING THEIR THOUGHTS IT'S CRAZY

---

DO YOU REALLY WANNA WORK THAT HARD

Arent you drinking too much

- ONG was not expecting this to actually be a problem

You look tired these days!”

- OMG HE _IS_ AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

--

Oh no he got a SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

-- Woah so his actual one is 8 dec??

-- That's awfully close

---

WATCHING RED PANDAS IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM

--- SAUR CUTE

----

HIS GRANDMA IS AN OPP

---- I'M SORRY IT'S REALLY MEAN BUT GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

---- OMG CHA YUJIN INSISTING THAT HE STAY

---- URGHHH MY HEART

Self criticism should be done during spare time not when it's a nuisance

- I respect this man so much

like a brainless idiot

- STOP

- YOU ARE SMART

- AND AMAZING

- YOU JUST GIVE 200% AT THE WRONG TIMES

--

AW OMG HE CARES SO MUCH

-- BLESS RAEBIN

-- EVERYONE ACTUALLY

-- THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH

- - -

Woah wait so they're aiming for a Moondae is the the same person as bae sejin feel??

--- I am INVESTED in the mv lore

It doesn't matter if it was worse this time

- NO

- IT'S ALREADY SO BAD

- THE RECOIL SHOULD NOT GET WORSE

- THAT'S RIGHT SLEEP MORE

- JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BACCHUAS DOESN MEAN YOU DONT NEED SLEEO

--

OH NO

-- THE ACCIDENT

-- STOP

-- ARGHHH

-- WILL YOU REST PLEASE

-- OH THANK FUCK

---

WAIT

--- NO

--- NONONONO

--- STOP

--- NOT ALLT HE WAY BACK

--- Daydream??

( how desparate he is)

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- SHOULD I JUMP OFFF

- NO

- OMG

- NO

--

OMG THIS REALISATION is Tearing me APART

rapid prayers in spanish

- the angst here is killing me

--

THANK GOD FOR NECTAR

-- 18 DAY COMA

OMFG

-- CHA YUJIN IS SAUR CUTE

-- BRIBED HIM WITH TANGEIRNES

-- HE'S SORRY

-- HE IS FORGIVEN

-- CHA YUJIN KEEPING QUIET ABOUT VTIC

-- AND BLACKMAILING MOONDAE

-- SO ADORABLE

---

FUNDRAISING

--- He's actually so sweet

--- PLS EVERYONE WAS CRYING

"do you think I'm some kind of sociopath"

- SEJIN NO

- THEYRE FRIENDS <333

- PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY

--

So the system is actively trying to help him??

---

TSRANDED ARC!!

--- Lights out :0

--- SAVE THE CHICKENS

--- The secret door is so ominous

--- Horror arc

--- OMG MOONDAE GOING wtf do I do??

--- SO REALL

--- WAS SO SCARED FOR A SECOND

----

THE MEETING

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- AHHHHHH

---- DID HE RUN AWAY???

---- I'M SO CONFUSED

---- BUT RGW IN THIS CONTEXT IS SO SWEET

HE TRIED TO COMMIT DEATH

- WHAT

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HUH

- IT ENDED LIKE THAT????

- No more abnormalities???

- WHAT

--

:OO A CONVO WITH OG PMD

Ah the need to be in control of every situation

- So valid

AND THEN MY TEXTS JUST END THERE SO...

anyways hope you had a laugh

And I really hope this fandom gets so much bigger than it is now :)

[loopadoop]

SQUUUUUIIIIRRRRRRRREEELLLLLSSSSS!!!!!

*approximately 1 (one) squirrel falls onto your lap*

*then about 200 more squirrels fall onto you*

(You jump at the squirrel landing in your lap, causing Soupe to jump to attention as well.) Oh! W- well hello there little fella. (You lightly pat the squirrel on the head and let it scurry away once it gets its bearings. It decides to run up the favor tree, of all places.)

... Well that was a squirrel, but I don't know why you said it with such brovad- WOAH! (You're cut off by the absurd number of squirrels landing on and covering you - Soupe managing to act fast enough to get out the way. All of the squirrels frantically run around in a panic before darting off into the woods. You're left just where you were more befuddled than anything with naught but a few light scratches to remember the squirrels by.)

... What part of "think of the poor environment" did you not blinding understand??? Stars, hopefully this is one of the things that doesn't stick - this won't do any good in the long run if it does.

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Earning Your Keep

Analogical (Virgil & Logan)

This story will be a series for the sugar daddy idea i've had running around in my head for some time now lmao. I really hope you guys like it since I enjoy writing it :)

Read it on AO3!

Virgil likes to take care of those he holds close, and maybe also a stranger that offered him a ride home.

Virgil was never rich. His family was big and his parents couldn’t make very many ends meet for most of his life, leading him to work his way through school. Once he graduated with a bachelors in psychology, he picked up two jobs to start paying off his loans, one in retail which drove his mental health into the ground, and the other as a behavioral health tech at a rehab center, which only had night-shift positions open and kept him up all night. He was paid and treated like shit, and on the cusp of breaking down when he got extremely lucky. For his 27th birthday he got the usual card with a cheesy message from his grandparents, but instead of the typical twenty bucks or a gift card, he found a lottery ticket sitting neatly inside. He didn’t think much of it, handing it over to the convenience store clerk when he was picking up an energy drink before his next shift.

“I don’t think this is worth anything, but if it has anything on it can I just use it to pay for this?” Virgil put his drink on the counter while the clerk scanned the ticket.

“Woah, woah. Oh my god.” 

“What?”

“Dude, you just won.”

“Huh?” Virgil knit his brow in confusion. He glanced over at the cashier’s screen, noticing the rather large number it displayed.

“Yeah, you won the jackpot! It’s over like 200 million! Holy shit! Here, sign it and take it to a lawyer!” The person handed him back the slip of paper and a pen. Virgil’s brain had short-circuited, causing him to just follow instructions. He didn’t really understand what was happening, so he just took the ticket back and walked out and back to his car, driving straight home and immediately typing ‘what to do if you win the lottery’ into his computer.

A bunch of results came up saying a bunch of stuff- tax experts, lawyers, and a bunch of steps that caused Virgil to lay down on his bed and rock back and forth for a little while. He didn’t believe this was happening to him. Maybe it wasn’t real? This was just a nightmare right? A really good bad nightmare.

All the things he saw online said not to tell anyone, but he couldn’t just sit there not making a decision. He picked up the phone and dialed the only person he knew who could possibly help him out.

~~~~~~~~~~

“You what ?” Janus’ voice hissed through the speakers on Virgil's phone, “Is this some weird joke, because it isn’t landing well.”

“No, no, I promise it's real, I-I checked and the numbers match up and I verified it at the gas station and, and-”

“Virgil, breathe. Calm down. I’m coming over so we can talk. I’ll help you get this figured out, and make sure you aren’t having delusions of grandeur.” Janus sighed, “I’ll be there in 10.”

Janus was over shortly, Virgil working with him to figure out the next course of action. Everything was going so fast. The next day Janus helped him set up meetings and accounts, and get lawyers and a budget going. The week flew by in between the contracts and calls. Even the next few months seemed to go by in a blur of bureaucratic processes. 

The first thing he did was set his parents up with a decent place to live and help them with their debts and medical bills. He did the same for himself, getting his student loans paid off finally and allowing himself to move into a spacey yet cozy penthouse. He quit both his jobs, but tried to end on a good note with his boss at the clinic in case he did ever want to go back. He was, probably for the first time in his life, comfortable.

~~~~~~~~~~

Time kept passing and Virgil had to now figure out what he wanted to spend his time on. He’d picked up his passion for music again now that he could afford nice equipment, but never had the intent to go anywhere with it. He looked into some online classes he could take, just for fun and to keep his mind stimulated. He even worked with Janus and some of his lawyers to start a charity for helping disabled students with loans that didn’t have the luck that he had. That was as close to a job as he had, once they had an office set up he made a regular schedule to help sort things out with it.

The routine he made helped him adjust to his new life. Getting up, going to the office, processing applications, working on his classes and playing music. He didn’t really spend his money anymore beyond his needs. Nothing fancy brought him much happiness. He didn’t host parties or have many friends that hung out with him before he became well off. He’d tried to go on a few dates, but the people he’d seen either knew him from the news when he originally won or they’d act disinterested until he brought up his money. The one time he actually thought he’d found someone he was interested in, the guy had thrown a fit that he wanted to end their 3rd date early to not have a panic attack.

They went to a planetarium, which for the most part Virgil enjoyed, but the segment about how small of a spec the earth was in the grand scheme of the universe triggered the existentialist anxiety of dying alone and not mattering. He had to run out and go calm down, but that proved difficult with his date shouting.

“Do you know how fucking rude it is to just run out on your date? I had to pay for these tickets, you know, and they aren’t cheap!”

“I-I know, i’m sorry, I can, um, here I’ll pay you back-” Virgil started to reach for his wallet.

“Whatever, it’s fine, let’s just see if they’ll let us back in, cmon.” The guy tugged at Virgil’s arm.

“Um…Actually I was wondering if…s-sorry uh, could- could we just go home?”

“What, are you not having a nice night? You could at least not waste my time, you know.” 

“I know, I'm really sorry, we should- maybe, uh… you can go and I’ll just head home and call an uber-”

“Ugh are you serious?” His date frowned, “You know what? Just go, I don’t wanna deal with this anymore. Don’t call me again, we’re done.” 

He watched his date head back into the planetarium and sighed, resigning himself to a bench outside to shake off the rejection. He shivered as a spike of anxiety hit him. He had to count his breaths, but it wasn’t working. He was gonna end up alone and live a completely inconsequential life that had no impact whatsoever and-

“Are you alright?”

Virgil looked over at a man a few feet away from him. He stood tall, sporting glasses and a polo with the logo of the planetarium. Virgil didn’t couldn’t quite make out the name on the man’s name tag through his watery eyes. Oh shit, was he crying? No no no this couldn’t happen in public, he was a grown man crying in public-

“Oh, apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought I should intervene.” The man looked at Virgil with concern, “May I sit?”

Virgil nodded, easing slightly as he did. He took a shaky breath and wiped away his tears, “I-I’m so-sor-ry. I could-n’t stay in there. S-sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize, take as much time as you need to gather yourself.” He spoke calmly. His tone comforted Virgil enough to steady his breathing and collect his thoughts.

“I’m…I’m good. Sorry.” Virgil sighed, “Just had a shitty date.”

The man frowned, “I see. Was he your ride home?”

Virgil nodded, “Figured I’d just get a cab or something.”

“Don’t waste your money, my shift just ended. If you’re comfortable with it I’d be happy to offer you a way home.”

“No no I can’t, I mean- It’s fine it’s not like money’s the issue I just don’t wanna leave him here alone.”

“After he just left you?” 

Virgil looked towards the doors of the planetarium. He slumped his shoulders in resignation, “I guess you’re right.”

“I don’t mean to intrude on your personal affairs, but he is not worth your time if he does not respect your boundaries, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you in a potentially unsafe environment. I would feel much more assured if I knew you returned home unharmed.”

“Fuck it, ok.” Virgil sighed. He looked over at the man and was able to see him a little more clearly. His name tag attached to a Dr. Who lanyard read Logan in bold font. He looked rather lanky and had bags under his eyes comparable to Virgil’s own.

“Would you like another minute to calm down or would you like to walk with me to my car now? I don’t mind waiting.”

“Uh, no, we can go now. Th-thank you, um, Logan.” Virgil offered a half smile.

“Of course, uh…”

“Virgil.”

“Virgil.” The man- Logan, stood up and motioned for the other to follow him.

Virgil stood and accompanied him to the car. It wasn’t the fanciest thing in the world, far from it. It looked like one of the windows had been punched out and was covered with cardboard and duct tape. It looked like an older car, and when they got in Logan had to start the engine a few times before it actually got running. 

“Please excuse the state of my car,” Logan said pulling his seatbelt on, “I’d fix the window on my own if I could but I’ve been too busy to do so. Here, do you mind putting your address in so I can get directions?”

Logan handed Virgil his phone, the other quickly inputting the info and handing it back. Virgil fastened his own seatbelt as they drove out of the parking lot.

“So, you work at the planetarium?”

“My shirt indicates so.”

“Right.” Virgil nodded, “What started that?”

“I needed a part-time job to work during nights while I attended college. I studied astronomy and a professor recommended applying for the position. The job just stuck after I graduated.” 

“That sounds pretty cool. You get to go to all those shows, right?”

“No, I get to sit in the ticket booth.” 

“Oh.” Virgil looked out the window as they drove, “I didn’t realize.”

“It's alright,” Logan said, shrugging, “I’ve seen them all anyway, when I had more free time.”

“You can’t take a day off?”

Logan’s lips pursed, “Not really. I work two other jobs.”

They both spent the rest of the ride in silence until the car approached the area where Virgil lived.

“You…live over here?” Logan questioned, looking around at the tall, well-kept buildings of the city.

“Um, yeah. I guess.” Virgil sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “I moved here a few months ago. Doesn’t feel like it though.”

Logan hummed in acknowledgement, still looking around at how different this place seemed compared to where he lived. He pulled up to a decorative building with too many stories to count from his view. He parked the car and turned to Virgil.

“Thank you for allowing me to take you home. I’m sorry you had a rough night but hopefully you’ll find someone else that will accommodate your needs appropriately.” Logan offered a smile.

Virgil returned it, before clumsily reaching to take off his seatbelt and pull out his wallet, “Uh, here.”

He offered a wad of cash to Logan, who in return pushed it back, “No, please don’t worry about covering gas. It isn’t far from my-”

“Take it. Get your window fixed too. And if you need anything else just, um, give me a call or something. Thanks again, Logan.” Virgil said, getting out of the car and shutting the door.

Logan watched him greet the doorman (his building had a doorman?) and head to his apartment, before staring down at the cash. It added up to about $350, plus Virgil's business card. He blinked and debated trying to go after him, but decided he wouldn’t be able to find him since he didn’t know which apartment was his. He pulled out his own wallet and stuffed the cash inside. The card Virgil had given him had his name and number, along with the name of a charity Logan heard the name of a few times from the news. This was too much to process, so Logan just put the card in with the cash and drove home. That was a problem for someone much more well rested.

~~~~~~~~~~

Virgil flopped down on his bed as soon as he got home. He pulled out his phone and immediately blocked his date’s number, writing him off as just another insensitive asshole trying to take advantage of him. He let his mind relax in the safety of his home and tried to just forget about tonight. Except Logan. He couldn’t get him out of his mind.

Working two jobs had Virgil on the verge of a panic attack almost every night, he couldn’t imagine working three like Logan had. And how long had he been driving that car? Wasn’t it dangerous to drive when your engine doesn’t turn over and you don’t have a window? Those bags under his eyes, was he not sleeping well? Was the money he gave him enough to cover everything? 

Virgil exhaled through his nose and flipped onto his back. These were morning problems. Or at least wake up at 3 am and worry about life problems. He glanced at his clock- 10:30. Definitely something to deal with tomorrow.