#wiz's dumb text posts

[wisteriagoesvroom]

f1 text posts (part 4/?)

[rpgeewiz]

"You are either the worst customs officer I have ever met, or the biggest liar."

De Sardet, Greedfall tell him babe

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Soulmate

Werewolf Erik Imprints on OC.

I don’t know what to do with this but I decided to post because it’s been sitting in my google drive for about a month now and I know Halloween is in two days so if you want you can read what I have written thus far. I may or may not finish with all the other things I have to complete.

Warnings: Fluff, slight humor, mentions of smut.

Theme: Halloween, supernatural, College

It was the middle of the Fall Semester at Florida A&M. The weather wasn’t too bad, around 80 degrees during the afternoon and dropping to as low as 72 in the evening. Currently, Erik was studying for his upcoming Advanced Physics midterm. The Kappa Alpha Psi house was relatively quiet and this gave him the perfect opportunity to study before his brothers came in to disturb him. Erik took his blue highlighter, highlighting a passage before recapping it. He flipped to the next page, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses to read. As much as he loved physics and engineering his mind just wasn’t there. It was the middle of October now and his focus on knowledge wasn’t as interesting as he’d hoped for. This time of the year wasn’t always the best for him ever since he was twenty years old. That’s when his life changed. 

“Thermodynamics and heat transfer.”

He read the topic while rubbing his sleepy eyes, AirMax covered feet tapping the floor to help him stay alert. 

“Fuck, I can’t read this shit right now.” 

Erik angrily closes his book, sliding it away from him, causing his calculus materials to fall over onto his desk. He leans back in his reclining desk chair, eyes to the swirling ceiling fan within his room. It wasn’t like he didn’t get the information, he knew it like the back of his hand. He just needed a distraction from her. 

People on campus called her Poison Ivy; she was a lot to handle and Erik hadn’t noticed that until yesterday when something that he didn’t expect to happen, happened.

Ivy Crow. She was a journalism major. Ivy wrote for the school news column and she was also an activist on campus. Sometimes her protests didn’t go so well and other times her podcasts could piss people off but that’s who she was. You couldn’t miss her on campus with her goth aesthetic and camcorder in hand. Ivy was now Erik’s weakness. He needed to talk to someone about this, and the only person he could think of was his friend Trevor. Erik rises from his seat, grabbing his cross-body bag, shooting Trevor a quick text before exiting his bedroom.

He instructed for Trevor to meet him at the library in the ancient literature section since no one went there anyway. Erik made it there before Trevor, looking about him with sharp eyes to be sure that no one was around. He paced, impatient and antsy. He hadn’t seen Ivy all day. His body couldn’t stand it. This overpowering desire for her made him hungry as well. If he was hungry for regular food now he was afraid of what he would be hungry for at midnight…

“Erik? What’s going on I had to skip out of class.”

Trevor was a programming major, tall, skin like midnight, one eye blue and the other brown. Girls swooned over him. 

“My bad man, I got a problem.” 

Trevor grabs Erik by the shoulder, pulling him further into the aisle of books. It was dustier back against the window.

Trevor lowers his voice, “Is it a Lycanthrope thing?”

Erik hated when Trevor refers to it as that. He kisses his teeth, letting out a sigh of frustration.

“Why can’t you just say Werewolf?!” Erik argues.

“Whatever, is this what I’m here for?”

“Yeah.” 

“Did you shift and get lost somewhere you weren’t supposed to be? Remember I saved your ass from nearly dying when you landed in a trap with silver near fucking New Orleans.”

Erik could still feel the scars from that on his back. If it wasn’t for Trevor, Erik would probably be dead. His back was scarred badly from that, deep gashes diagonally across his back.

“No, I haven’t shifted in two days.”

“Two days? Why?” 

Erik looks down at his sneakers, “Some weird shit happened to me…”

Trevor waited for Erik to speak. He figured Trevor would know more since he’d been a werewolf since birth. It was a family curse.

“So, I was on my way to my calculus class when a rally was going on. You know, that rally about making sure ‘blackface’ doesn’t happen for Halloween this year.”

Two Days Ago: 

“Catch you later, bro. You know we got that party before the hazing process.”

Erik shoulders his backpack, flashing his sexy dimples, “Y’all niggas partying before the hazing? That’s some new shit.”

His fellow Kappa brother shrugs before wrapping his arm around a random chicks shoulder, “Gotta warm them, boys, up first before the fun begins.”

He shared the Kappa hand sign with his brothers before walking away towards his class. He already missed a few for his own selfish reasons so he couldn’t afford to miss another. As Erik walked he noticed a large group of students- mostly black students crowd around a gothic chick and her protest friends, holding up signs reading “BAND BLACKFACE” Erik never really invested his time into these protests because he felt like they wouldn’t change anything but the sound of her loud voice brought his eyes to her.

And that’s what did it.

He felt as if he was gravitationally pulled towards her while glowing heat filled his veins. The class suddenly became secondary. On second thought, everything became secondary to him at that moment. He couldn’t explain it but the overpowering feeling made him want to stand there and watch her. Erik had a deep need and desire to support this girl and even protect her if someone went against what she had to say. His knees buckled, Erik stumbling a little and catching strange looks from some of the students. A few white students at Florida A&M looked frustrated with her words and that made Erik’s inner wolf growl. His eyes even turned golden without his control. He blinked, afraid that someone would notice.

“NO BLACK FACE FOR HALLOWEEN!!! It’s just as disrespectful as dressing up as an Indian!”

“She needs to shut up. She’s such a freak.”

Erik caught that and the person was on the other side of the crowd. He growls, his mind confused but his actions uncontrollable.

“She just needs some dick. She’s embarrassing us, black girls. I mean, none of these white people care about that. They wouldn’t even be dumb enough to try that.”

He felt deep disgust and rage from those words. He didn’t even know the girl and he hated the way those girls talked about her. He decided to look at her again, just focus on her to make him feel better. She talked with a sense of power, her movements confident and no care in the world that people saw her being a goth or that they thought she was a “freak of nature.” 

Without being able to explain it himself, Erik walked through the crowd and towards her direction, standing at her feet while she stood on the top steps in front of the main student services building. Erik looked at her like she was a goddess. Before he could stop himself, he climbed those stairs, taking his place next to her, clapping his hands loudly and cheering her on. 

Ivy pauses mid-speech with the megaphone pressed to her lips, eyeing Erik bizarrely. 

“Aye! Don’t tell her to calm down she preaching the truth right now!” Erik yells down at a group of snickering students who clearly still lived like they were high schoolers. They had a long way to go.

“If you are not angry, you are not paying attention!” At this point, he was yelling out anything to support Ivy. What he thought he was doing the right way he was only pissing her off. Erik didn’t know a thing about Ivy and how she hated when people disrupted her protests, especially when it was a guy who didn’t even know she existed. 

Erik snatches a sign from one of Ivy’s friends, holding it up proudly. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Ivy finally speaks, not realizing the megaphone was still pressed to her mouth.

Erik lowers the sign, flashing a charming smile at her. He looked her over with an impressive eye before putting his hand out for her to shake.

“I’m Erik.”

Ivy looks from his hand to his face, “Ivy.” 

Erik awkwardly lowers his hand, “You’re a fucking badass, Ivy.” 

She blinks with sass, “really?” 

She didn’t by that. This entire situation was strange. 

“Yeah…”Erik felt that same heat in his blood. This girl, Ivy, was driving him crazy.

“Fuck these people, you can tell me about it I’ll listen.” 

She laughs, pretty smile with lips colored blood red. The spiked choker around her neck along with the spikes in her ears made her look dangerous. Little did she know, Erik was even more dangerous.

“The less I care, the happier I am.” 

She looked down at the steps, a frappe tossed at her feet with the liquid staining her platform doc martens. Erik looked down as well, eyebrows creasing with anger.

“It’s okay, Erik. I look at people sometimes and think...really? That’s the sperm that won.” Ivy simply shakes her head, lowering her megaphone. The crowd began to scatter and Ivy turns away from Erik, talking to her friends and instructing them to pack up and meet her for podcast talk.

Erik was compelled to help as well, grabbing posters and stacking them neatly. Not only did Ivy give him a strange look but her friends did as well. 

“Are you feeling well, frat boy?” She placed the back of her hand to his forehead, Erik almost losing his control if it wasn’t for his impressive already controlled nature. He was a beast of the night, he had to keep it together. 

“Maybe we should reintroduce ourselves,” she held out her hand covered in silver rings. Luckily, Erik was in his human form. 

“I’m Ivy Crow, I run on caffeine, sarcasm, and inappropriate thoughts.”

Erik smiles, shaking her hand and enjoying the warmth. Since when did a chick make him delirious?

“I’m Erik Stevens. Kappa, science wiz, irresistibly handsome.” 

“That you are,” Ivy had eyes she could see Erik was clearly a looker.

“So you like what you see then?”

Ivy shrugs, looking away, “Don’t get your hopes up, Erik.”

“Why? I mean, a girl like you can use a guy like me in your life.” 

Ivy raises a single brow, “I see, you’re one of those niggas who think by flashing a smile and flirting with me you’ll get some pussy?”

“Nah, I mean…” 

“No need. I know what this is about,” Ivy turns away with a pained expression, grabbing her bag to leave. Erik was bothered by that rejection, following her down the steps.

“Aye? What the hell did I do?”

Ivy turns to him, a glare on her face, “My middle finger salutes you right now.”

Erik felt like his world was crashing down around him. Ivy being upset with him couldn’t happen. 

“Why are you mad right now? We were starting off cool.”

“I may not be the girl that everyone wants but at least I’m not the girl that everyone’s had.”

Erik understood then. She thought that he was implying that she needed him in her life to feel accepted because of who she was. 

“Look,” Erik lets out a calming breath, “can we start over? I’m not the type of guy you think I am. I’m not tryna get to know you for the wrong reasons, Ivy.” 

Ivy looked distant for a second until her shoulders relaxed. She folded her arms across her chest, eyeing Erik cautiously.

“I’m sorry,” Ivy pinches the bridge of her nose, “I just have a history of fuck-ups with guys.”

Ivy starts walking, motioning for Erik to follow along. He does, the pain in his chest subsiding.

“It’s just...you come out of fucking nowhere and you help me at my rally? It’s so fucking confusing.”

Erik was still confused. 

“I’m confused too believe it or not.” 

He needed to figure out what was going on, maybe it’s a werewolf thing. It is getting closer and closer to Halloween. Maybe he’s just having a strong sexual craving and he could see that in Ivy as well. It could be that Erik needed to fuck Ivy before a shift to sedate him. 

“I don’t know you well, Erik, and I’m not good with people.” 

Erik wasn’t either, he preferred to be a loner.

“I guess that makes two of us, Ivy Crow.”

“Ew, people,” Ivy cringes, causing Erik to laugh.

“Uh, is it cool if I have your number?”

Erik needed to communicate with her when she wasn’t around. In under twenty minutes he felt like he needed to hear from her. 

“Sure, frat boy, I feel like you’ve earned it.”

Ivy pulls out her cell, followed by Erik, both of them exchanging numbers. 

“Cool. I can hit you up later, right?”

Ivy simply shrugs, “that’s if my fingers aren’t preoccupied, frat boy.” 

That sexual innuendo made the burning desire within him growl. His inner wolf wanted badly to spring free. What was it about this girl that had him weak in the knees and ten times more aware? Her scent was unique, very sweet smelling like berries. It made his mouth water. 

“Listen, I'd love to chat but I have a podcast later that will more than likely stir shit up on campus.” 

Ivy backs away, Erik’s eyes scanning from her white crop top with the word “Salem” down to her tight black jeans that hugged her generous curves down to her Doc Martens. 

“I’ll make sure to tune in, Baby girl, what time?”

Ivy looks at him strangely, “1:00”

Erik gives her a farewell smile, never turning to leave as he watched her disappear. He stood there until her smell was gone, a heavyweight lifted from him only to be filled with emptiness. He missed her a lot for some reason. 

That night in bed, Erik was in a cold sweat, growling like his other half and tossing. What was happening to him? He needed answers and quick. The next couple of days were going to be challenging.

Present:

“You’ve imprinted on Ivy Crow.”

Trevor didn’t hold back information. He laid it out for Erik.

“Imprinted? I thought that shit only happened in Twilight.” 

Trevor gave Erik an annoyed look, “You’ve been a Werewolf for about seven years and you don’t know what imprinting is?”

Erik shrugs, “that’s what I have you for Trevor. You’re my Werewolf brother and my teacher.” 

“Erik,” Trevor gave Erik a pointed look, “This is some serious shit, bro. You have to know everything about your Lycanthrope self or the enemies out there will hold that against you. You don’t want the enemies to know more about you than you, correct?”

Trevor did have a point, and Erik knew that. He was still trying to get over the fact that he was turned into a Lycan/ Werewolf when he was twenty years of age. 

“Aight, I’ll take it more seriously. All that other shit like silver, Mercury, angel blades to the heart…”

Erik lets out a deep sigh, “I already know about that shit.”

“Well, do you know about our origin? Why New Orleans is generally not safe for our kind? How there are vampire and witch covens there and we all equally hate each other? How imprinting can be a good and bad thing?”

Erik didn’t know everything, and it pissed him off that Trevor rubbed that shit in his face.

“You want your ass beat now or later?”

Trevor laughs, “nigga, you keep forgetting I’m stronger than you?” 

Erik bumps shoulder with him as he walks past, finally done with this conversation.

“We can meet up later tonight to discuss this imprinting situation. For the time being, try not to hound the girl, Erik. You don’t want to scare her away when you’re bound to her.”

That word, bound, wasn’t something he was prepared for. He was already bound to being a werewolf for the rest of his life. What if Ivy despises him to the point where she doesn’t want anything to do with him? What if she falls in love with someone else? All of those things scared him. 

Ivy’s POV: 

“What are you going to be for Halloween this year, Ivy?”

Ivy slips into a pair of dark turquoise high waist jeans, turning sideways to admire her outfit as a whole. She had on a black corset top with a layered silver necklace around her neck with multiple crosses on it. Her head was covered in a wig that would remind you of Uma Thurman’s hair in Pulp fiction, lips painted a glittery black and eyes Smokey. 

“Probably something DIY, maybe a corpse bride.”

Her friend, Treasure; the complete opposite of her, sat on her bed, painting her toes white. She dressed like Cher from Clueless, long curly hair in two space buns. She was ginger with freckles on her face. 

“I’m gonna be a Powerpuff Girl.” 

Ivy chuckles, “Which one?”

“Bubbles.”

“I knew it.”

Ivy grabs her coffin-shaped crossbody bag along with her Creative Writing books before her phone goes off for the fifth time. She knew exactly who it was, he was getting on her last nerve.

Erik: Why aren’t you answering my texts, beautiful?

She locks her phone, putting it away.

“Ready?” 

Treasure gives her a strange look. 

“What’s up with you?” 

Ivy shakes her head, “Just trying to prepare myself for yet another day of biting my tongue whenever Miss Petty Ass Bitch decides to piss me off. It’s not my fault I know more about your own class than you do. They just hire anyone these days.”

“You know she just does that Ivy because of your reputation around here,” Treasure reminds her, “Everyone is intimidated. Remember, they call you Poison Ivy.”

Ivy’s face lit up, a pretty smile on her glittery black lips.

“You know what, I just might have my Halloween costume in mind.” 

Erik’s POV

He waited outside of Creative Writing.

How did he find out about her class? He practically threatened one of her guy friends and supposedly her fellow band member to give him the information. The second he did that, Erik did a late enrollment for the course. Luckily, it could look good for his master's degree. Looking from one end of the hall to the other, his nostrils flared, her smell growing closer and closer. He closed his eyes, the veins in his neck protruding from holding on control. His backpack went down to cover his crotch, dick hard for the first time in two days. The more she drew closer the more his heartbeat increased and his skin reddened from heat. 

“Erik?” Ivy spoke with agitation.

His eyes snapped open from her sing-song voice, “Wassup, Baby girl?”

“It’s Ivy.” 

“Well, I like calling you Baby girl,” he teases, earning a strange look from her.

“Stop calling me that or I will pour all of this hot ass coffee down your pants.” 

He snapped his mouth shut, choosing to simply admire her. She tried looking at her phone but the scorching hot gaze he gave her made her look at him with annoyance.

“Can I ask you a question?” 

Erik smirks at her, walking over to be face to face with his gothic princess.

“What you wanna know?” He shoulders his bag, giving her his sexiest stare but it clearly didn’t change anything.

“Why do you insist on texting me ten times a fucking day?”

“Why do you insist on ignoring me? Forreal, you got a whole ass attitude, Miss Ivy. A nigga tryna get to know you and you ignoring me? Ima tell you this now, I don’t like being ignored.”

“I do a thing called what I want.” She reminded him. 

“You don’t like a nigga to be all sweet with you, huh?” 

Ivy picks at her nails, “I’m not built for a soft ass needy man, I talk back and I do not listen.” 

Erik’s dark eyes burned into hers. She didn’t fight it, looking at him with an equal amount of strength.

“I don’t like your type. You walk around here like you own the place and then you think you can have any girl you want? I’m not just any girl.” 

Ivy picks a piece of imaginary cotton from Erik’s letterman jacket.

“You are a mean girl,” he smiles down at her, “Don't get your hopes up though I’m not going anywhere. I like em fiery, you like em dominant. That’s cool, I’m that.” 

“I’m not mean, just brutally honest. It’s not my fault truth hurts. Want a bandaid?”

“As long as it’s from you I’ll take all that shit, Baby girl.” 

Ivy regrets giving him her number. She didn’t actually think he would try anything with her since she definitely wasn’t going to open her legs for him. 

“Ivy? Did you hear me?” 

She wasn’t paying him any mind, the class was filling up and she needed to take her seat.

“There is no need to repeat yourself, I ignored you just fine the first time.” 

He stood rooted to the spot, watching her disappear into that classroom. Her words literally slapped him. This is what he feared honestly. Erik couldn’t wait to meet up with Trevor so he could figure out how to work around this imprinting thing. Ivy was a lot to handle. Erik wasn’t going to back down by any means but damn, he didn’t expect a real challenge. 

Erik finally walks into the class, finding a seat just behind Ivy a row above hers. She had all her things neatly stacked in front of her, eyes focused ahead. Erik whispered “excuse me” to a girl on his right as he took his seat. He decided to just bring his Macbook instead of things to write with. This was an easy course for him, he’d already taken a similar one during his undergraduate education.

“Good morning, Everyone,” a woman who looked to be in her late thirties spoke, fuchsia and purple polka-dotted blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her thin blonde hair was pulled into a tight French roll, old stocking with tears in them and a pair of heels that looked like something his grandmother would wear. God rest her soul.

“Can I help you, sir?” She yells to the back row. Erik knew she was referring to him.

“I’m a late enrollee.” His husky voice caught the eyes of nearly all the women in that room except for Ivy who chewed on the end of her pen.

“Name?” She asked with an authoritative tone.

“Erik Stevens.” 

“I’m Professor Pettee, Why creative writing so late in the semester?”

Erik strokes his goatee, “Miss Ivy here gave me some inspiration since she’s a Journalism major and all.”

He could hear her clicking and unclicking her pen angrily. 

“Ivy Crow?” She looked at Ivy with a sarcastic smirk, “she’s your inspiration? Well,” Miss Pettee turns on her heel,  “She’s inspirational alright.” 

Tiny snickers scattered the class.

“What is this fucking high school?!” Erik blurts out with rage. Ivy turns to him then with wide eyes. 

“Excuse me?” Miss Pettee hadn’t expected that. 

“I’m referring to the snickering. What y’all fifth graders or some shit?” 

The entire lecture hall was silent, all eyes on Erik.

“What a ruckus,” Miss Pettee laughs nervously, “Are you finished, Mr. Stevens? I do have a class to teach.”

Erik sat back in his chair, motioning for her to continue. As soon as Miss Pettee’s back turned, Erik noticed Ivy staring up at him with a smoldering rage. The smile on his face turned into a blank expression. He was really getting under her skin. 

“Fuck You.” She mouthed to him before turning back in her seat to pay attention. This was going to be interesting. 

[duckverse-imaginations-archived]

may I request for a mark beaks x reader in a relationship imagine?

Request: Mark Beaks in a relationship X reader

Relationship Headcanon

Rateing SFW 

A/n- Mark is definitely a character I enjoy so I had fun with this idea! 

* It starts off with Mark taking notice of how popular social media celebrity couples are 

* His whole family idea didn't work out so he needs a real person 

* Happens to find you through some of your tech videos 

* You are a small presence online but you talk about the type of technology Marks company would be interested in and being an average anybody creates a fairy tale relationship 

* And you happen to be following Mark 

*It’s just cheesy enough to be perfect so he has a meeting set up with you, of course, you didn’t expect it to be for some faked relationship

* When you go into his office to talk you get dragged around his company before actually getting to find out what it’s all for, as Mark twiddles away at his phone snapping pictures here and there

* When finally getting the point of why you are there he doesn't really ask but tells you that he's picked you to be his fake SO for internet hits.

* Painting the image of his obviously great idea, a small-time inventor and the genius CEO being star crossed lovers who starting partnering till they just couldn’t deny their feelings anymore.

* It’s almost comical to you at first and part of you is ready to walk out. this was Mark Beaks he may be a genius but he was a scheming one who went for the easy lazy path of getting things done. 

* Then again this was Mark Beaks, he was a tech industry billionaire, he had a quite impressive following on social media. didn’t matter if people liked him or not he knew how to draw in hits

* You weren't some pure innocent regular person, morals were fine but you had a passion project that needing funding (what you were hoping the meeting was for) Mark’s company was always flooding with investors and it wasn’t lost on you that couples like this help boost both parties social media accounts 

* Mark’s SO who also is a tech wiz that would draw attention to you but you had to make sure this would benefit you 

* “Fine but you have to mention my work at least and say you're excited about it.” that was your only condition 

* Mark just shrugs like he wasn’t surprised and suddenly your pulled in close to him as he snapped another photo he posts right away to show off his SO making up some story that you were dating in secret but ready to be public now. ”ha Y/N look at that already treading oh and soo many dislikes, my admires hate you.” He cooed enjoying the success

* As he chats away he tells you the contract details you have to hang around his job at least three times a week so it seems you two are always together and says that you’ll date for five months in which things will end from your side of course

* He had to get the sympathy from the followers on how he got his heart broken

* Your visits consist of sitting around his building having the spate time you bring work along with you, thinking you'll get a lot done because of course Mark doesn't really want to spend time with you.

* Expect you're constantly getting interrupted by the parrot. Either he's grabbing you for good photo ops, or making you create your own sappy couple posts. Stating your captions are kind of bland and need more spice

* But takes it back when seeing the reactions in the comments, after all, you know romance is the best selling genre so it’s easy to get people's interest peaked 

* Mark one day makes a post saying he loves watching you work on your passion project then smugly laughs as he sits by you. well your working curiously finally asking about what exactly it is you always got your head buried into

* You out of excitement perk up and start to go into great detail about the software you have been codding away at.

* Mark is taken aback by the passion flowing out of you almost jealous being reminded of a past self before getting swept up with frame and likes as he listens to you go on. He actually lowers his phone focused on the glow of your smile.

* Suddenly just meeting at his office isn’t enough and now your being taken out to places free meals are okay by you though so it’s not so bad and it’s nice to get breaks. 

* Mark will randomly text you on days your not set to meet asking where you are, only for you to say it's not one of the prearranged days.

* “Well it’ll get suspicious if we only hang out on certain days so come over now actually wait I got a helicopter waiting at your door”

* And of course it’s him in said helicopter  

* You find it easier to go along with his changing whims than to argue anyway. You were having issues with your work anyway and the distraction wasn’t too bad.

* Mark ends up getting a work station set up for you in his office which of course has waddle’s latest computer set up on it and he had found a way to transfer your code to it and well he was at it he made some tweaks to it.

* At first you panic and quickly look it over only to see he fixed some bugs that were causing glitch outs and crashes. 

* “God mark your amazing!” you yell out looking over the tweaks he had made

* Normally Mark would point out that was obvious but he feels a sudden skip in his chest when you say that giving that same smile you had when talking about your work. But it was aimed at him

* Mark is lately motivated to do work, actual work at that. He almost sounds like a little kid who did their homework when he tells you about finishing paperwork, closing business deals, overseeing current projects and even getting his meetings done.

* At first your praise is a simple joke but as he gets more involved you are actually impressed and your compliments get more genuine and personal unaware of the flirtatious tone in your voice after a while.

* Mark loves it, usually followed up with him agreeing with your praise boosting it more

* Mark slowly starts asking your thoughts one some of his business ongoings but more surprisingly had even let you touch some of his tech software because he trusts you

* Mark’s post start to become more real. sometimes he’s not even in photos as he posts a picture of you with your coffee teasing how focus you get leading to rewarming the same cup twelve times that day alone 

* He takes a bit of pleasure at how embarrassed you become over that as he can’t help but tease you more from now one because your squeaks are perfect

* Being around Mark leads to longer hours beyond “dates” or you having to be at his office for the day, now he’s asking if you could stay late with him well he finishes something. 

* You fall asleep on the couch in his office only to wake up with his coat over you, and never did you see him post a photo of that.

* Small gestures like that start to become normal, his assistants start bring you coffee, or rewarming in for you and having it ready exactly when you remember it.

* Making sure you have meals getting sent to you when your working at home because he knows you’ll skip when too focused

* At first being around each other was spent with him looking at his phone or you glued to a computer but now he's putting his phone down to talk to you

*And mark talks about everything if you weren’t there for something he tells you every detail about his story

* Marks true self starts to crack through sometimes, he can’t help if you get him to where he doesn't feel the need to be on guard always. He isn’t this always confident lazy genius man you originally thought him to be.

* Oddly enough he's okay with you seeing those hidden sides of him your private moments with him occurring more, he finds comfort in your company 

* You get some investor calling to talk about your software project and after setting up meetings with them your first thought it to call mark 

* Then you come across the contract you agreed to and realize your time is getting close to ending. You see that after some time you had started to really feel something for Mark and kind of wished you had more time

* Mark seems to already know about the meeting he seems different today that usual flare nowhere in his voice he seemed elsewhere looking at his phone like always but you couldn’t hear the usual sound of him scrolling through his feeds. Unable to look at you

* “So five months in about three days uh?” he states to you making it clear he wouldn’t be looking at you as he spoke tone a bit icy “your got someone wanting to buy your work too seems you got a sweet end out of this.” 

* Part of you felt the sting from his words, but part of you was also aggravated he came up with the dumb idea so why does he get to be mad. 

*“If we do five months to the day may be suspicious we can call it quits keeping it going is a waste of my time.” he seemed to be fishing for his usual businessmen flare when he spoke but failed to find it

* You were ready to just leave but you felt even worse than before nothing was real after all and he gets to throw a fit, no way you decide as you approach his desk he pays you no mind so you take his phone out from his grip, sure hell just grab one of his spares but at least it’ll make him look at you

* Till you see his screen, he was staring at photos of you two and most was ones he never once posted, pictures he kept for just himself. Pictures of you typing away at the desk. You sleeping with his coat as a blanket, some sneaked photos of you out and about smiling from the “dates” you went on

* Mark just stares at you and you get it finally Mark was upset he thought it wasn’t real to you. 

* “I love you idiot” 

* Marks flustered face is enough for payback from all the time he had teased you, quickly he scrambles up onto his desk his desperation obvious “Y/N? Really?” you nod and decide to help him

* “Who could resist falling for Mark Beaks?” 

* He smiles genuinely and reaches for his phone you think but are proved wrong as he grabs on to your shoulders and suddenly pulls you into a kiss

* because the fact the amazing y/n loved him was too hard to process he had to react and show he felt the same

 * Waddle ends up getting some new software that improves a lot of their tech it just made sense since Mark did help with it, it does bring rumors up that you getting hired on is just because of your dating Mark.

* Which yeah it partly true he isn’t ashamed to admit, blunt like always but he seems to be taking more out of that statement of you dating him

*Leading to many jokes at you expense that you obviously want him as he lowers his phone resting his head on your lap and smiles brightly at your annoying gaze you fix him with

* “Aw come on Y/N you know you love me” he pleads as he reaches up and cups your cheek getting you to smile despite yourself “world knows I love you” he says simply holdinghis phone up as he dose

[girlgrouptrash101]

Eunbi (IZ*ONE) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “Hi! May I request Eunbi as your gf imagine pls?”

A/N: Are you even a wiz*one if you don’t remember the iconic “Kwon Eun Bi Cross!”

- C

Kwon Eunbi?? The best girlfriend ever?? I think so

As soon as she starts dating you, you become her #1 priority

Texts you every hour of every day to make sure that her baby is thriving!

If she finds out you skipped a meal she will drop everything and come to your house and cook you the tastiest meal you’ve ever eaten

and she will watch and make sure that you eat every last bite.

Eunbi is really serious about your relationship, she wouldn’t date someone she didn’t think she was going to stay with for a long time

Really chill about dates until it comes to anniversaries

then she will go all out, turning up at your door in the sexiest dress along with a reservation for an incredibly high-class restaurant

Otherwise, her favourite place is with you in her arms while you lay on the couch and binge the latest series that Eunbi wanted you guys to watch together

Her favourite way to cuddle you is when she pulls you onto her lap, one hand wrapped around your waist, and the other softly caressing your thigh

Eunbi also loves when you sit in her lap because she has easy access to kiss you whenever she wants to

an outstanding kisser

and the thing is, she knOws it too, and she picks up on every little thing that drives you crazy so she knows how to please you, even more, the next time

Late night walks, hand in hand, talking about things you’re too afraid to talk about with anyone else

Eunbi listens to every word that comes out of your mouth, no matter how dumb

especially when you’re sharing your insecurities and worries with her, because she wants to be the one you can depend on no matter what challenges you happen to face in life

She also trusts you completely, because she believes there’s no real connection without trust.

There’s never a dull moment with Eunbi though

no matter how caring she is, she’s just naturally a crackhead that comes out with the dumbest things when you least expect them

so many inside jokes

y’all could just be out shopping when Eunbi sees something that reminds her of one of your jokes, and then the next minute the both of you are howling with laughter, the tears streaming down your face as you clenched your sides, the moment just way too funny for either of you to handle

Complains about her members' antics even though you know she loves them endlessly

Also, it makes her heart flutter when she sees you and her members interacting because it’s all the people she loves so much getting along so well and she just <3333

Whenever she’s stressed out, all you have to do is hold her close and play with her hair the way she likes it to get her to calm down.

No one else is ever able to keep her calm and collected the way you do though, and she appreciates it so much

She makes such a good impression on your parents that they’re asking when you’re getting married though they’ve only known her for like ten minutes

Always looks like she’s jumped straight out of a girlfriend material Tumblr post because miss Eunbi is the definition of girlfriend material

especially when she’s lookin all cute, wrapped up in your hoodie and giving you a shy smile as you compliment her endlessly

Eunbi said ‘I love you’ first, but she still got so red and flustered when you said it back

promise rings because you know that you’re made for one another

can I get an uwu? can I please get an uwu??

NSFW From Here:

Another thigh queen

one time you were sitting on your bed, waiting for some big surprised that Eunbi said she’d planned for you

and she came in wearing all black lingerie - garter belts, stockings, lace, all of it.

Followed by a lap dance that had your head spinning faster than it ever had before

She’s amazing with her tongue and she doesn’t doubt her skills, your reactions are enough to let her know how good she is

nothing sounds better to her than you desperately moaning out her name, just desperately begging for her to push you over the edge the way you needed her to.

Unnie kink

records videos of her getting herself off and sends them to you knowing they’ll make you crack and that you’ll be begging her to come fuck you

spanks you if you misbehave

if she ever gets jealous, she takes it out on you during sex

likes using a strap on, but she prefers it when you come around her fingers

hits your G-spot perfectly with every thrust, she really is that bitch

always teases you, especially when she’s finished an intense dance practice and she comes back all hot and sweaty, sending you winks and dropping hints so you’ll hopefully join her in the shower

Her motherly sides do still come into play during and after sex

she babies you afterwards, kissing over where she bit or marked you, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings as you fall asleep in her arms

[nightcoremoon]

some guy asked me for a hug. I turned and looked at him. he was a big black guy with a lazy eye and three huge duffel bags and a rainbow painted on his cheek and a light and gentle voice that sounded affected by some developmental disability related to mine. i figured hey why not and said sure, but he kissed my cheek; I was like ok whatever he's probably just affectionate. at least he didn't kiss my lips or grope me or any of that weird shit. just a harmless little cheek kiss.

me and two of my people had just gotten up to go get food, and I told him that. he asked me if he could walk with us because he just needed a friend. my little heart broke because I had felt the same way when I went to another pride alone a few years ago. I said sure he could walk with us but we were gonna get food.

he asked me if I could carry one of his bags for him. he was drenched in sweat and he had like 4 bags that were the size of me so I figured why not, I'll carry something for him. it was really heavy though, for someone like me with muscular dystrophy. still, I should be nice because being nice is good to do.

we got there and we walked past some girls (and guys) in a twerk-off or something, idk maybe they were just dancing to what the dj was playing (stuff from wiz khalifa to kid cudi to flo rida, a good selection). he said something like "yeah, get it girl!" I assumed that was an big city black culture type of deal and figured, okay that's probably a normal thing because it happened and nobody really seemed to vocally have a problem with it, so I shouldered on.

he asked if I could buy him something to eat. I said yes thinking sure I'll pay $5 for a corn dog or nachos or something. dude straight up asks for a $10 philly cheesesteak AND a drink, which costs $5. it's okay, that's fine, I have extra cash, and I'd feel better if he ate something in case he didn't get to eat very often. so I did it. I got him the cheesesteak and a drink. when I came back he was flirting with some other girls. I'd thought nothing of it, he's probably bi and just super friendly. I gave him the food and so he could eat I carried another bag. which weighed way more than my shoulders could handle but it wasn't too long of a walk.

I collapsed and he sat down and was like. hey y'all I need a place to stay tonight. I was like. okay. this random stranger I just met doesn't immediately seem threatening, BUT if I were to offer him an accommodation I would still put all of our valuables into the room he wouldn't be in and have all the guys be in the room he was in purely for safety in the worst case scenario. I would be safe and methodical and rational about it. I told him I would put it to a vote with my group. it was a UNIVERSAL FUCKING NO. obviously.

now, I was gonna tell him that the people who were in our group and not immediately present had all said no anyway just to gauge what his reaction was gonna be. now uh. he didn't react too well. he started throwing out a bunch of possibilities. I'll sleep on the floor, ask them again, convince them, tell them I'm homeless and the cops are after me, I was like. I'm not gonna lie to them but I will talk to them. and in the chat I was literally in the middle of typing "okay guys I told him that y'all said no and he didn't react well so nvm it's fine" when he said:

and I quote:

"if you don't let me stay with you I'll kill myself."

...

Fuck.

That.

so I delete what I was gonna say and I tell everyone he just threatened suicide so hell fuckin no, this situation is dangerous so I'm gonna tell him that the majority said no anyway and if he doesn't back the fuck off i'm gonna tell him that it's because they're racist. which would probably work, right? he wouldn't wanna stay with a bunch of racist white people even if some of them weren't racist. probably.

that was the plan. I tell him okay look I asked everyone again and they still said no. the 3 of us who are here at this table have no problem but the 4 of us who aren't said they're not ok with that and majority rules so sorry man I can't help you but there's plenty of people around here who might be able to help. but he asks again, why can't I lie to them? he'll just sleep on the floor, he just needs a place to stay for the night.

so one of the people at the table with us who saw the group chat and heard me say the spiel about how the THREE OF US WHO ARE HERE would be fine with him but the FOUR OF US WHO ARE NOT HERE would not be, straight up says "look, I'm not comfortable with sharing a hotel room with a random stranger."

I'm like WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT NOW HES JUST GONNA GET DEFENSIVE AND LASH OUT ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? but well she's been to chicago a lot and knows the urban culture. even though I fucking lived in indianapolis on weekends for a decade and know the culture more than she does. anyway this fucks up the plan majorly. she then tries to kindergarten teach her way through empathy 101 and tell him suicide isn't the answer and it's not a tool to use to guilt trip people. I'm like. WELL HOW THE FUCK DO I SALVAGE THIS GARBAGE FIRE NOW WITH ALL THIS JET FUEL YOU JUST BLASTED ONTO IT???

but it's fine, he's probably smart enough to figure that we're all smart enough not to let a stranger stay with us. the other girl with us who doesn't have a smartphone who I was texting to keep her in the loop then says she's uncomfy and leaves even though earlier she had just gotten upset about our party splitting up and not being able to find each other. so I'm like. alright time to disengage.

the girls leave so I go in front of him and I'm like. look man, I wanna help but my people wouldn't be okay with it. I reach out my hand to shake it and I say I wish him the best and I hope that someone here lets him stay with them, but at the very least he won't be hungry. he just glares at me, rolls his eyes, and looks away.

the fucking bitch.

you disrespect my charity, my grace, my fucking charade to not just blow you off, and this is the thanks I get? I spend $15 so you get a free meal, and you're pissed at me because I won't cram you and your four bags into my cramped car to go to my cramped hotel rooms when I don't even know you? ASSHOLE.

so we leave. a few hours pass and my chicago friend (who I bear no ill will towards because she's only 19 and I value her as a friend) and I are sitting and waiting for our friends to watch Lizzo perform. some other guy sits by us. I introduce myself, his name's jake, he's a cool guy. he plays league, I play dota, we talk about video games and the topic migrates.

eventually mr manipulative asshole saunters over and sits next to him, trying to get in on the conversation. my chicago friend moves away prompting jake to ask me what happened so I write on my phone what the other guy did. jake then proceeds to turn his chair and turn out square into a triangle that's leaving out the dickweed. we talk for another while. the dickweed eventually sees two girls kidding and is like "ayy little mamma bring them tight asses over here". so my friend is like. that's not cool bro, that's sexual harassment. we're gearing up to leave and he tells her to shut the fuck up.

jesus was with me in that moment because I about beat the absolute dog shit out of him. instead, I just give him a disappointed look and say "don't cuss at my friends."

I so wanted to rip into him. "you ungrateful disrespectful asshole. i bought you dinner, I considered letting you stay with us until I realized you're just a disgusting freeloading pig, and emotionally manipulative to boot, and how dare you treat us like this when I fed you. and how dare you ask for the most expensive thing on the menu. and how dare you speak that way to my friends. I oughta beat you senseless and turn your other eye lazy. so I hope you do kill yourself tonight." that's what I wanted to say. the primal urge was there but I kept my cool. and we left. that was the end of that.

jake walked with all of us to our car. he is a cool guy. he added us on instagram. we're all safe.

so uh. yeah.

if I have one fault, just one, it would be that I'm kind to a fault. I will walk with you if you're lonely. I will feed you if you're hungry. I will house you if you're homeless. even if you're just a manipulative freeloader with no respect for women, because as an autistic person I've got a really bad ability to sense evil. I would have helped him. I would have let him stay with us. this dangerous asshole I would have let be in my hotel room. if I have one fault, just one. it's that I'm willing to put another person's potential comfort on a higher priority than my own financial well-being and personal security.

I may be stupid. but at least I care about others.

inb4 someone accuses me of making this up and I literally have to post screenshots of the group chat to prove that I'm not just making an imaginary strawman to further a white feminazi agenda or whatever. guys why would I make up a story that proved that I'm a big dumb moron?

[ao3feed-staja]

by AkozuHeiwa

Toby makes a group chat and chaos ensues.

(in other words, the disaster group chat fic no one asked for but i'm posting anyway)

Words: 1652, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Krel Tarron, Aja Tarron, Steve Palchuk, Toby Domzalski, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Claire Nuñez, Eli Pepperjack, Seamus Johnson, Douxie (Tales of Arcadia)

Relationships: Seamus Johnson/Krel Tarron, Steve Palchuk/Aja Tarron, Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez, Aja Tarron & Krel Tarron, Toby Domzalski & Jim Lake Jr. & Claire Nuñez

Additional Tags: Group chat, Texting, Getting Together, technically, it's a self indulgent group chat fic because i can, takes place in 3b pt2, but it rapidly turns an au, wasn't gonna have a plot, kinda lowkey has a plot, whoops, do i know what's going to happen? nope, it's not wiz-fic verse but mort exists because i can, updates will be hella random, read at your own risk I guess, this is dumb but i love it anyway, what the hell is formatting, oh well

[jorenal]

july•fifth

so i know i said something about posting everyday and i totally haven’t, but i have a good excuse i promise.

i got a new iphone. the x. and it came in on the second while i worked a double, and i went to my mom’s to get it then came home and it didn’t get activated til late on the third. then boob and i went to summer jam in massanutten and came home and frick fracked. and i worked a double on the fourth and when i came home my girlfriend picked me up and we went to sunshine’s house. and THIS is where i start my blog of the day.. but not yet..

-pause-

so this is going to be a long one, but it’s the explanation of clibs. a long long long time ago, when i was in high school in my junior year i was friends with this guy that we’ll call wiz. clibs came, his then gf moron came, and his sister tibs as well. at the end of the night i asked if my drunk friend chessie could sleep on his couch. moron texted me the next day and got mad at me because i didn’t text HER to ask HER if chessie could sleep on CLIBS couch. make sense? didn’t think so either. anyways after that tibs stopped liking me as well as moron (which is really funny because me and moron are friends now). so clibs has hit me up a million times since they broke up. well even when they were together he always hit me up. and it’s been 5 years.

about a year and a half ago, he moved to florida. every single time he hit me up, i would tell boob about it. boob would roll his eyes. then he got mad at me one night and he told me straight up that he didn’t want to know anymore when clibs hit me up, so i stopped. i also asked him at the same time if he wanted me to block him on social media or defriend him at all and boob said no. THEN he moved back to VA. boob told me he had moved back and i said i knew and he asked me how i knew. i was honest and told him that clibs messaged me and told me. then he told me that he wanted to hang out, but i didn’t mention that to boob because i didn’t want him to freak out. so then he continued to hit me up when he moved back over and over and over and i started to tell boob again because he was back now.

then a few weeks later was the incident i told you guys about how boob texted clibs and then they exchanged a few. then the literal next weekend, my friend from school camel had a day drink/slip and slide party. we go and when we pull up, we saw clibs. i looked at boob and said whenever he wanted to leave we could. because i know how much he hates clibs. we stayed a while, about like 3 hours and in that amount of time boob decides to APPROACH CLIBS AND ASK HIM IF I HAD BEEN HITTING HIM UP. like first off what the actual fuck? anyways. clibs says yes apparently and then somehow shows boob something on his phone that said i had called him the night before. (the night before boob stayed with me so that made no sense anyways) 

so boob decides not to talk to me the rest of the time we’re at the day drink or the ride home and the minute we get back into my house and loudly inconsiderably breaks up with me without hearing my side of the story. he leaves and goes straight to alumbum and brennans and refuses to talk to me. i called his mom and alumbum and told them what happened. he told them and his mom and i completely different stories about what he saw on clibs’ phone. i stayed the night at alumbums and the next day they had their first sunday cookout of many. boob went of course and didnt talk to me or look at me and then we did not talk for a whole 5 days. after those days of me being single i literally attempted to move on. not with another guy obvi but just in general. i became okay with the thought of us not together, but he hits me up and says he wants to talk. i shouldn’t have had to but i showed him my phone records and PROVED to him that i did not call clibs. he believed me and we’ve been okayish since.

-unpause-

So last night when i my girlfriend and sunshine picked me up, we went to his place and there ends up being a corgi there. BEST THING EVER. it was so small and it was so scared bc the music was so freaking loud, so it had to leave. after like 20 minutes clibs and his friend 5star show up. my gf is pretty annoying. she always does things to get attention from others, especially dudes. she is the definition of extra, especially when she’s drunk. anyways she was all over all three of them so clibs decides to talk to me after the fucking bs he pulled a few weeks ago between me and boob. 

i told him that to stop being weird because me and boob were completely okay and he went on to tell me about how boob initiated the whole thing. i just thought it was all bs because i literally just do not care anymore. then the rest of the night he was all in my shit. i kept like going away from him and him and 5star kept popping back up talking to my gf and sunshine because they didn’t know anyone else there, but us. he kept trying to take snapchats of me and i went off. you can even ask my gf and sunshine, we literally argued all night. about dumb stuff. he kept calling me sacagawea because my hair was in braids and telling me how his sister should do my hair and stuff. 

we FINALLY left sunshines and went back to my place. i had to drive because as always, i’m the only one who was sober, and then me sunshine and my gf decided to go to waffle house. sunshine and i had a heart to heart about clibs because they’re cousins and he told me how he felt sorry for me and how he thought i was really cool and how he never really believes stuff like that from clibs’ mouth. i was really thankful that there are some people out there that actually listen to me and look at me as a person and clibs as a person and know to is telling the truth, because boob did not see that.

so now i’m torn because i want to tell boob i saw clibs and that clibs was in my presence for a while last night. i obviously will, but i was torn about texting him and telling him today, but i know how he is. he’ll sit there and think about it alll night on his own maybe text clibs and be stupid or something. so i landed on just telling him when i see him in person again, tomorrow, so i can be like hey clibs was at josh’s. and then change the subject. so he doesnt think about it all damn night and i could probably talk him out of doing something dumb if he tries to text him or talk to him again.

so ultimately after all that bs, when i tell him tomorrow, it will be a test. if he reacts dumb and texts clibs or something, i will know it’s time to be done. and if he handles it well, then i know he’s growing and working on me. stay tuned, because i’m obviously going to tell you.

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