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blissfullyecho · 1 year

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how to create a leveling up/dream girl/rebranding plan 🤍🍸🖤

establish your aesthetic

first thing’s first, you need to know where you want to go in life and what is your “aesthetic”? do you want to be giving “classy, businesswoman”? what about “nyc socialite”? of course these are just examples, but you should know what type of girl you want to embody. remember, you don’t have to fit a narrative, but you should have a general “aesthetic” that you want to be associated with. even if it’s 50 million different aesthetics, it’s whatever makes you, you.

visualize yourself/life

get inspired by making a vision board (physical or digital) and add to your board (if digital) daily. i find that this helps you stay in alignment with where you want to be in the future. you have to stay in that frequency and remind yourself of what’s next to come… because this new life is what’s next to come.

start with habits

please refer to my “starting your leveling up journey” post, but basically— you should create 1-3 habits for each of your goals and work on them until they become second nature. then when you’re ready, start implementing more habits that are aligned with your goals.

create routines with your habits

can you incorporate some of these new habits into a morning or evening routine? we all know that routines are important— they almost become our personalities and they set the tone for the day and night, and even the next day. for me, i know i’m only inspired to exercise in the morning around 10am, so exercise is part of my morning routine.

create daily + weekly goals

let’s say part of your journey is learning a new language. a daily goal could be learning one new vocabulary word in that language. your weekly goal could be knowing the alphabet in that language. use this method for all of your goals.

don’t overwhelm yourself with goals, routines, and habits

start slow; don’t overwhelm yourself. if you want to work on one goal at a time, then work on that one goal. burnout is real and it’s very hard to get back into the swing of things afterwards. i understand most of us are impatient when we just want to be a different version of ourselves, but it’s going to take some adjusting. i suggest not working on more than 3 things at once, but if you can work on more, go ahead

be a part of a community to keep you accountable

tumblr and facebook groups in my opinion are the best ways you can connect with other women who are working on the same thing. you can inspire one another, bounce ideas off of one another, and it’s super fun. you might want to even document your journey online.

set milestones and have a reward system

let’s say you would like to lose or gain weight, no matter the number, focus on 5-10 pound increments. when each milestone is successfully completed, reward yourself with something nice. maybe it’s getting your nails done, or splurging on a product that everyone on tiktok keeps talking about. apply this to any of your goals where there are milestones to get to.

don’t waste the day

you should not have any “zero days” meaning… you should be doing at least one thing everyday to reach a goal(s) you have. it doesn’t matter if one goal was to maintain a more organized, clean environment— do your dishes, set the trash out, clean up the hair from the bathroom sink, etc.

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brnesblogposts · 2 months

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you know who you are

pairing: matty healy x reader

I don’t agree with writing smut about real people so this is all fluff :>

reblogs appreciated if you enjoy :))

The vibration of your phone on your bedside table disturbed your sleep, as you whined and blindly grabbed for it; you were about to press cancel on whoever was calling you until you saw his name.

“Hi.” Suddenly you were chipper as you answered the call. “Hey, darlin’” Matty responded and then an awkward silence ensued until you spoke up again, “Is something up? Why are you ringing me at 3am? You okay?” Concern laced your voice,”I just can’t sleep, sorry I woke you but I was just wondering if you’re coming to the show tomorrow night? Or tonight now I guess” he laughed softly at his joke and you did too. What a dork.

“Yeah I’m in the stands though, by the time I got onto the website all the best tickets were gone, but don’t worry I’m sure you’ll be able to hear me cheering you on! I’ll be the loudest in the room!” You really did wish you managed to get front row tickets, but you’d support him from the stands and probably lose your voice in the process.

“Are you having a laugh? Y/n you’re one of my best friends you don’t need to buy tickets, you’re on the guest list..” There was humour in his voice and you could only imagine his grin, “Well. You’re welcome for the extra money I guess! Have a drink on me” The both of you laughing at your remark, “Sell those tickets alright? I don’t need you spending money on me, I’ll have a car pick you up a couple hours before the show so be ready by about six, yeah?” You nodded before realising he couldn’t see you.. face palm!... “Yes your majesty” you sassed back. “Oh Piss off, my girl deserves V.I.P. Treatment.” The way he said ‘my girl’ had you giddy, you were just very good friends though. Nothing more.

“I’ll let you get back to sleep now, Goodnight Y/n”

“Night, Matty” you replied quietly before putting your phone back on your bedside table and nodding off again.

………………

The next morning

Around seven hours after your sleep was disturbed by Matty you decided it was time to get up, at only 10am there was no rush so you made the most of your day and got some housework done.

Next time you look at your phone it’s about 3 so you decide to start getting ready; hair and makeup done it was now down to the outfit which was the most difficult part of this process. You decided on black trousers, a white dress shirt and your leather jacket. By the time you were done getting ready it was about 5:30 and there was a text waiting for you

‘Can’t wait to see you, been too long X.’

Matty was right, it had been at least a month since you’d seen him because you’d both been so busy with work.

‘See you soon! <33’ was your response. About ten minutes later there was a knock at your door, “Here to pick up Miss y/n?” The man asked, “That’s me! Thank you for this” you were sincere in your words, you really could’ve made your own way there but Matty wouldn’t of had any of it so you didn’t bother arguing when he said he was sending a car.

About 45 minutes later you arrived at the venue and with the flash of his badge your driver continued on until coming to a halt at the back and getting out to open your door. “Thank you so much” You flashed a smile and headed for the entrance, “Band and staff only, please” the brooding guard did not move a single muscle as he barred you from entering. You simply huffed and walked away to make a phone call.

“Hey it’s me” you felt bad asking for help but how else were you gonna get in the building? “Hi, You okay?” was her response and you quickly put her worries to rest “Yeah I’m fine but the security guard won’t let me in, Charli can you sneak out and come get me? I want to surprise the guys and they’re probably busy with soundcheck so I don’t want to distu-“ Charli cut you off before you could finish rambling, “I’ll be there in a second, take a breath!” She laughed before hanging up.

The door swung open to the guards surprise and Charli came running out grabbing you in a tight hug, “Y/n I’ve missed you so much! Way too much testosterone in there” With that you both let out a laugh before turning and taking her hand while she walked you to the green room.

“Guess who I’ve found!” She announced before stepping aside and letting you move forward, a chorus of “Y/N!!” Sounded before you were taken into a crushing hug, the perpetrators beard tickling the side of your face. “Hi Ross!” You squealed as he released you from his arms and before you could breathe the same thing happened with Hann and George, “Don’t break her guys” Charli intervened. There was someone missing, the person you wanted to hug most (no offence to the rest of them, but this one was special) “Where’s Healy?” You inquired. “Havin’ a shit” Ross answered you before you all grimaced, “Tmi” Charli whined but before anyone else could say anything you heard a dramatic gasp from the doorway

You turned around to find a curly headed man staring at you, a smile plastered on his face. Before you knew it he was picking you up and twirling you around as he hugged you “My darling Y/n!” He set you back down on the floor but his hands remained respectfully on your hips, “Hello!” You squealed before hugging him again.

“Did you get over here alright?” He asked with genuine concern and you assured him you did. “I had to go rescue her from outside because the security guard wouldn’t let her in!” Charli interrupted and Matty turned to face you, “Why didn’t you call me, I would’ve rescued the damsel in distress”

“I didn’t want to disturb you if you were practicing and I wanted to surprise you and the guys together, didn’t work anyway ‘cos you weren’t even here”

“I was-“ Before he could finish he was interrupted by Ross “Havin’ a poo!” He laughed. And Matty smacked his arm.

“You look lovely by the way, I wonder who your style inspo’ was for tonight” He raised a brow,“Timotheé Chalamet” You snarked back with a straight face. “Alright, you can go home now.” He stated and turned away but you grabbed his arm and turned him back to you, “I was kidding, obviously! You are my only style inspo’ Matty, promise.” You patted his cheek and went to sit down on one of the sofas.

“Where’s Carly, Hann?” You looked at the man and asked, “She stayed back with the baby who isn’t feeling too well right now” He smiled back “Sending all my love to baby Hann and also to Carly because I miss her.” You frowned and then smiled at Hann. Matty came and squeezed between where you and Ross were sitting on the sofa and earned a glance from his best friend, “What?” He scoffed and lay his chin on your head taking in the smell of your shampoo, “Jealous much” was Ross’s reply and Matty defended himself, “I’m sorry” he exaggerated “that I missed my near and dear friend who I have not seen in over a month!” He rolled his eyes.

“You know the rest of us haven’t seen her either but we aren’t sniffing her hair” Charli spoke back straight faced “Piss off the lot of you” Matty said as he hid in your hair and you just laughed at their antics, you missed this.

About half an hour of just catching up and talking passed, Matty glued to your side the whole time, before the guys needed to head to stage, “Can I just put you in my pocket and take you out there with me?” Matty looked at you with soft eyes and you let out a laugh, “I am on the side of the stage, love. Just look for the dancing lunatic in your peripheral” you smiled at him. With that you wished the guys luck and they headed to state while you and Charli hung back at side stage listening to the thousands of adoring fans screams.

The lights dimmed soon after and then you heard his classic intro

“We are the 1975, the best band to ever exist” The screams increased and they started playing the intro of ‘Somebody to Love’ Charli and you danced and sang along all night, occasionally George would look at Charli from where he was on drums and they’d smile at each other, Matty was way too into the show and you didn’t blame him and it’s not like you were together so you shouldn’t of expected him to do the same.

It was nearing the end of the show and you didn’t know what the next song was gonna be and then the intro to ‘about you’ started. Matty looked right into the camera and mouthed “This is about you, you know who you are, I love you” and then your heart stopped beating because as soon as the lyrics started he locked eyes with you.. “I know a place..” suddenly you felt nervous and a blush creeped up your neck while charli elbowed your side. He turned back to the ground and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, “He didn’t just-“ was all you managed to get out “He did.” Charli replied and shook your shoulders, she was overjoyed for you because god knows you have talked her ear off about Matty for months now.

The song went on, Matty stealing glances at you every once in awhile, each time making your stomach drop, and then right at the end on the last line he turns 45 degrees and points directly at you not breaking eye contact “Do you think I’ve forgotten about you..” and time stood still for what seemed like years but it was only a short few seconds and then the lights dimmed. For the rest of the set he didn’t glance your way again and you couldn’t really focus. You wanted him to come off of that stage, you had so many questions.

“Just before the guys’ set ended you and Charli headed back to the green room because she could see you were anywhere else but watching the show.

“You alright? Before he gets back talk to me” She sat with you on the sofa “I’m just so confused? It caught me off guard that’s all, I don’t really have any words right now, still very much processing” you laughed lightly but inside you were screaming. “Just take some deep breathes” Charli breathed with you and it actually helped settle your nerves quite a bit.

A few minutes later the green room door swung open and George, Hann and Ross came stumbling in on a high, adrenaline pumping from the show. They were shortly followed by Matty. You decided you needed to talk to him right now or you would go crazy. “Matty, can we um talk outside, privately?” Your voice soft and he nodded heading back out. You followed closing the door behind you.

“Y/n I’m so sorry- I’ve come on too strong haven’t I? I don’t want to lose you as a friend if you don’t feel the same, I fuck. I don’t know why I-“ before he could finish your lips were on his shutting him up and he melted into the kiss, the both of you confirming what you knew was true for awhile, “I love you too” you looked into his eyes and replied to what he mouthed indirectly on stage, at this he smiled so bright and kissed you again.

“I can’t believe that song worked” He said as you both embraced and he kissed your forehead, he had finally got his girl.

#matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy angst #matty healy x reader #matty x reader #matty the 1975 #matty healy #matty fic #the 1975 fic #the 1975

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devils-dares · 1 year

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frank castle x reader with like a bakery au or where he always comes in just to see her

wordcount: 1004

i apologize for any editing errors, my brain is not working currently.

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“Black with room and a slice of toast?” You ask, cleaning out an espresso puck when you see Pete at the counter.

“You know it, sugar.”

“For here or to go?” You wipe your hands on your apron, punching in the items in the register.

“For here, favorite spot’s open.” He nods his head towards the small chair and table in the corner of the cafe, basked in golden morning sun.

“Alright, have a seat,” you smile at him, “I’ll bring it over.”

Readying his coffee and filling a cup with cream, you deliver everything to him. He looks up at you with wide soft eyes, muttering a “thanks, sugar.” before indulging himself.

It wasn’t a busy day, a Tuesday at 10am meant the morning rush had left and it was only retirees and people like Pete. You’d kept the counters clean and baked more treats, but there wasn’t much to do. You boxed a few to-go orders, only leaving the counter when someone wanted to have their coffee topped up.

Sooner or later, you find yourself and Pete alone in the cafe, life bustling outside the cafe doors. You hum along to the background music playing, and Pete scratches away at his journal. He stares out the window a few times, watching families with an almost heartbroken look in his eyes. You watch him for a while, and although he can feel your eyes on him, he lets you.

After he sits in the cafe for about two hours, he gets up with a sigh, wrapping up the leather-bound journal and tucking it into his pocket.

“I’ve gotta be on my way, sweetheart,” he calls out to you, “see you soon.”

“Wait!” You call out after him, “can you- can you take this? Just as a taste test, it’s a new recipe I’m working on and I need someone other than myself to tell me how it is.” He glances at you wearily but still takes the pastry bag. You watch him leave, sighing when he leaves. He was genuinely one of your favorite customers, he didn’t talk much but when he did, the two of you had amazing conversations about everything. You didn’t know much about him, only that he served as a marine and didn’t really have anyone else, other than a nice man named Curtis who came in maybe twice.

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A few days had passed before you saw him in the morning at opening time. He was the first customer, in fact, ordering his usual with the addition of the pastry you gave him the other day, “if you have it sweetheart.”

“I take it you enjoyed it?” He hums.

“Keep giving me treats like that and I'll be your taster forever.”

“Gotta come here every day then,” you tease, “constant feedback.”

He tenses at your words and you panic, thinking you overstepped or something, but he relaxes soon enough.

“I’ll see.” He says simply, and that was that. He takes a seat after paying and you deliver him his typical order, along with the pastry. He hums out a thanks and you leave him to himself.

The cycle continues, he sits quietly in his spot jotting in his journal while you tidy up the never ending mess. He takes his leave after a few hours, and you wave him off after giving him a new pastry to try, cleaning up his table when he leaves. You spot a napkin face-side-down on the table, sharpie ink bleeding through the thin sheet. You look around before flipping it over.

“So you don’t have to wait for my reviews.” It read, and under was his phone number scribbled into the napkin. You smiled, thinking you’ll wait until tonight to text him.

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“Hey Pete.” Frank’s phone dinged as he stitched himself up, glancing knife wound on his thigh. He cleaned himself up of blood and grime before responding to you.

“I was waiting for you to text me, sugar.” His teeth gritted almost immediately after sending the text, hoping he didn’t come off as too straightforward.

“Did you try the pastry I packed for you?” Your response read. He smiled.

“Eating it right now. It’s yummy.” He could hear your laugh, airy and full of light.

“Glad you like it, any criticism?” You ask.

“Yeah, you’ve gotta pack me more next time, sweetheart.”

“Will do.” The two of you ended up texting for hours about everything and anything and Frank realizes just how easy it is to talk to you. You two talk until Frank realizes the gaps between your texts are growing longer and longer, and Frank chuckles at you.

“Head to bed, sugar. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Promise, Pete?” His heart aches just a little when he hears his fake name.

“Of course.”

—--

Sure enough? He’s there when you walk to the door, bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” You joke, inserting your keys into the lock to open up the café.

“They’re uh- actually for you.” He hands the flowers to you.

“Oh! Thank you!” You take the flowers, grabbing a vase from behind the counter and placing the flowers in them, displaying them on the counter.

“Do you want to order anything?” You ask as he makes his way towards the counter.

“No.” He says simply, and he places his hands on your hips.

“This okay, sugar?” He asks, thumb rubbing light circles.

“Yeah.” He leans down, lips hovering right over yours, but he lets you make the final move to pull him in.

The kiss was short and sweet. His hands pulled your hips flush to his as your arms wound themselves around his neck.

“Pete…” your voice trails off.

“It’s Frank.”

“What?” You pull away.

“My name, it’s Frank. I don’t like people getting too close, but I’d break that rule for you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, you’re not as mysterious as my last boyfriend, he had a lot more secrets than that.”

“You’ve no idea, sugar.” He leans down to kiss you again.

#frank castle #frank castle fluff #frank castle drabble #frank castle fanfic #frank castle request #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x male!reader #frank castle x male reader #frank castle x gn!reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x female reader

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canonicallyobserving911 · 22 days

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First Wedding Planning & Preparation

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

FANON Future Buddie Fanfic Series

New Buddie Fanfic

Part 12 is now available on AO3: First Wedding Planning & Preparation - Buck and Eddie’s first planning and preparation for their wedding and honeymoon.

First Wedding Planning & Preparation

28.0K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

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Here's a snippet from one of Buck and Eddie's conversations.

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A few moments pass and Eddie says, “We accomplished a lot today with our wedding planning and preparation but there’s a whole lot more we need to do”.

“You’re right and I was thinking we could um… go to the loft in the morning after we clean the house then we can pack my clothes along with the stuff the junk removal company will take away. I can submit my immediate notice to vacate in the resident portal but I’ll still have to check the mailbox while we’re there. We should also order some invitations from the 24-hour office supply company so we can pick them up before we come home and we should go by Sheryl’s bakery to see if our wedding cake can be delivered. Also, on Monday we should uh… go to Bill and Sandra’s to discuss the ceremony and reception layouts that will be in their backyard. What do you think?”

“That sounds good and we can also schedule the junk removal company to be here Monday morning after we take Chris to school and after they pick up my bed, we should be able to make our 10:30AM appointment. Then I think we should hire a moving company to move your bed here so we won’t have to do it and after they leave, we can drive to Will Rogers State Beach then we can pick Chris up from school.”

“I like that but do you think we’ll be doing too much? I mean that’s a lot to accomplish in two days?”

Eddie shrugs his shoulders and replies, “Kind of but after Monday, we’ll be working a 36-hour shift from 10AM Tuesday until 10PM Wednesday so it’ll be better if we get the loft cleaned out as soon as possible. That way Thursday we’ll have time to pack our luggage for our trip, go back to Sandra’s and Bill’s to see what else, if anything they need us to help with because I’m thankful and grateful they’re doing this for us and I want to be there to help with whatever we can.”

“I agree so let’s schedule the junk removal appointments for Monday. The one for here will be in the morning and the one for the loft will be after we go to get our marriage license. We’ll schedule the moving company to get the bed out of the loft and have them bring it here. We’ll also create our wedding invitations online and request to see them when we pick them up. Once we complete all those tasks, we should probably get ready for bed since we’ll need to leave here early tomorrow morning. I’ll uh… cook breakfast and after we clean, we’ll get dressed and go to the loft. We can order lunch while we there if we don’t get finished early.”

Eddie smiles then says, “We’re tying up all the loose ends because we’re getting married in a few days my love”.

“We are and I can’t wait.”

“Me either.” He replies then he leans in and kisses Buck on the lips.

Will Buck and Eddie be able to plan everything and tie up all their loose ends before their wedding day?

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First Love Confession -Buck and Eddie share their first real and meaningful love confession.

First Date - Buck and Eddie go on their first date.

First Kiss - Buck and Eddie share their first kiss.

First Argument - Buck and Eddie have their first argument.

First Couples Therapy Session- Buck and Eddie go to their first couples therapy sessions.

First Time - Eddie and Buck make love for the first-time.

First Morning After - The night after Buck and Eddie make love for the first-time, they spend their first morning after together.

First Relationship Reveal - Buck and Eddie’s first relationship reveal.

First Mourning - Buck and Eddie experience their first mourning after a loss together.

First Marriage Proposal - Eddie and Buck’s first marriage proposal.

First Fiancé Introductions - Buck and Eddie’s first introductions as fiancés.

First Wedding Planning & Preparation - Buck and Eddie’s first planning and preparation for their wedding and honeymoon.

Part 13 - Will be posted soon.

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Their Firsts, At Last - 118K Words; Currently 8 completed works: A multi-part fanfic series about the romantic “firsts” Buck and Eddie share as they journey through life in an established relationship and their lives as a couple will include some of Buck’s individual “firsts” too. It’s filled with the FANON love, romance, fluff and domesticity their relationship should have been allowed to experience in CANON. The second part of the series title was adapted from the song “At Last” by Etta James.

This series of FANON future speculation fanfics is being written on a continuous timeline that begins with the start of season 7 (if it were to start in September 2023). Each part ends at a specific point in Buck and Eddie’s relationship so the next part can begin with the ending of the previous part. Therefore, parts 1-6 should be read prior to reading part 7 and the series will continue in that manner until it’s complete.

Parts 1 - 12 are available on AO3

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #ao3 fanfic #buddie fanfic #911 fanfic #911 on abc #911 abc #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Their Firsts At Last-Buddie Fanfic Series #OTP

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 6 days

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rewrite the pain

JatP | G | 2217 words | alive, aged-up AU

Is a special gift for @narcissusbrokenmirror - hope you like it! It'll get posted to ao3 sometime after I wake up :D

Bobby’s been running behind all day. Almost entirely of his own doing, of course: he’d stayed in bed longer than he should have, let himself get lost in nothing instead of getting ready, forgot to eat until it was almost too late. And it’s not even early. There’s no reason he couldn’t have been ready to be somewhere for 10am. Other than the way his brain just won’t LET him get things done.

He shakes his head to clear his mind, not letting himself fall down the self-hate rabbithole. He’s learning to not beat himself up about this kind of thing any more but, well, old habits die hard.

Bobby looks up at the house shrouded by more greenery than Bobby’s ever seen on a residential lot before. He doesn’t even want to think about how much time, energy, and money it takes to maintain this yard. So he doesn’t. Or tries not to, anyway.

He double checks the address and makes his way up the walk. He rings the doorbell and waits. When there’s no answer, he knocks a few times. He backs down the walk when he’s met with nothing and triple checks the address. He confirms that he is indeed in the right place and looks around, trying to find signs of life or clues to where everyone could be.

Bobby notices a sidewalk that crosses the front of the house and makes his way down it, peering around the side of the house as he reaches the corner. He can hear voices coming from the backyard and decides to brave the rest of the journey.

He attempts a futile knock on the gate, knowing that nobody will hear it anyway, before pushing it open. He lets out a sigh of relief when he notices people he recognizes.

Luke immediately catches sight of him. “Bobby!” he exclaims, running up to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Glad you could make it. Bex will be so happy to see you!”

Bobby huffs out a light laugh, “Thanks.” He holds out the gift that he’d had tucked under his arm. “Where do you want me to put this?”

“Oh, I’ll take it. Let’s introduce you to everyone!”

Bobby hands Luke the gift as he agrees to the offer. He trails behind Luke as they make their way around the yard to meet Bex’s… family, he guesses. Who knew that one child could have so many adults who wanted to show up for her? He smiles in amusement to himself as he notices a distinct lack of other children in attendance.

“So you’re Bex’s… babysitter?” one of the older men asks when Luke introduces them.

“Yes, sir.”

“Huh. How does a man your age wind up babysitting toddlers?”

Bobby gapes at him. It’s not like it’s a question he hasn’t faced before. Or asked himself, quite frankly. But it’s not often that people are so up front about it.

The more he sees about the inner workings of Bex’s family, the more confused he winds up about his answers to the question. How did he, a man in his early 30s, wind up babysitting Bex, a toddler with more than enough grown ups around to ensure she never gets a moment alone for the rest of her life? Granted, a LOT has happened in the last several months. Very, very quickly, even. But Bobby’s still not entirely sure how HE got here.

“Could ask how a man your age winds up at a toddler he’s not related to’s third birthday party, no?” a familiar feminine voice says from behind Bobby.

Bobby turns to greet Carrie with a smile. “Hey, Care.”

“Hey, loser. Don’t mind Caleb. He’s just…” she narrows her eyes at Caleb, “like that.”

Bobby looks back at Caleb who’s mid-eye roll.

“I’m here for the same reason the rest of us are. She asked,” Caleb rebuts.

“Yeah, lucky us,” Carrie mutters under her breath. She turns her attention back to Bobby, “Did you and Luke finish the rounds?”

Bobby looks around the backyard, noticing that Luke had disappeared at some point, and confirms that he had met everybody new. Most of whom were Julie’s family.

Carrie grabs him by the elbow and steers him toward the refreshment table.

“Luke should have at least gotten you a drink before subjecting you to the chaos,” she says as she shoves a plastic cup full of punch into his hand.

Bobby lets out a light chuckle. “It wasn’t that bad. Everyone seems nice and it’s only like four new people. They can’t be any worse than what I’m used to.”

Just as he’s about to take a sip, he’s shoved backward by tiny arms wrapping around his legs.

Bobby steadies himself and his drink, being careful not to spill it on Bex’s head. He looks down with a smile. “Hey Bex!” he greets, stopping himself from ruffling her hair when he notices that she’s sporting neat pigtails. He can’t help but wonder how many people it took to actually get her hair done. He laughs lightly to himself as he imagines a few possible scenarios.

Bobby crouches down to meet Bex properly. “Happy birthday, kiddo! You having lots of fun?”

Bex nods vigorously. In typical Bex fashion, she starts to rattle off all the things she’d been doing before he got there. Far too quickly for Bobby to follow.

When she finishes, she stares at him expectantly.

Bobby laughs. “Why don’t you just show me?” he offers.

She reaches up for his free hand and pulls him away from Carrie.

Bobby holds his cup up to Carrie in apology. She waves him off with a fond smile of her own.

Bex leads Bobby around the backyard, showing him all her favourite things (and people). He waves and nods in acknowledgement to everyone Bex (re)introduces him to. He can’t help but laugh every time she pulls him away before he can get more than two words out in any given conversation she butts them into.

Bex eventually bores of Bobby and is successfully lured away by games and treats and family. Specifically by Carlos deciding that he wanted to experiment with what kinds of things he could convince Bex to do. Bribery with candy included.

Bobby shakes his head in amusement as he watches them walk away. He looks around the backyard again, taking in the mishmash of ongoing conversations. He notices that every single adult somehow manages to keep half an eye on Bex at all times. It’s not something he sees often from families of his other babysitting clients, not that he gets to see them engage with their kids directly very often.

He tops up his cup of punch and climbs the handful of stairs to the porch. He leans over the railing as he takes in the chaos. While he has no issue being a part of the action when he’s wanted, he does still have a general preference for watching from the sidelines. Bex and Carlos are taking turns chasing each other around the yard, occasionally tagging in someone new who plays for a round or two before resuming whatever they’d been engaged in before.

The creak of the porch stairs redirects his attention. He turns to see Alex climbing up the steps, wiping at his eyes. As observant as Bobby is, he’d somehow manage to miss whatever it was that had loosened Alex’s emotions.

“Oh, shit. I didn’t think anyone would be up here,” Alex says when he notices Bobby, a slight wobble in his voice.

“It’s okay, man. There’s room for two,” Bobby moves over to sell the point. “Y’alright?”

Alex sniffs before directing a grateful look Bobby’s way. He settles in against the porch railing in the open space beside Bobby. “‘S just a lot, you know?”

Bobby coughs out a dry laugh, “Which part?”

Alex turns to look at Bobby, brows furrowed. “All of it.”

They both redirect their attention to the party below them.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay. Well, if you change your mind…”

“I won’t. But thanks.”

Bobby hums in acknowledgement but doesn’t say anything further. While he doesn’t get it, he gets it. It’s weird coming from a life like his and seeing kids be loved so deeply. It’s beautiful but hurts in a way that he can’t quite put words to. He can only imagine how much more complicated those feelings are as a parent.

They stand together in silence for several long minutes. Bobby takes a sip of his punch. “This is how it should be, you know?” he finally says, breaking their not-quite-but-almost-comfortable silence.

“What d’you mean?”

“This,” Bobby repeats, gesturing out at the backyard. “A group of adults showing up for their kid. Loving their kid.”

Alex nods slowly. “Yeah. We try.”

Bobby huffs out another light laugh. “I’m not just talking about you, you know. Look at all these people who love Bex. It’s incredible. You built the most beautiful family. Every kid deserves this.”

“Yeah,” Alex agrees softly, “they really do.”

They fall into another comfortable, contemplative silence.

This time, Alex breaks it. “Do you want your own one day?”

“Kid? God no. I’d only fuck them up. I love kids, obviously. But the best part of what I do is that I get to give them back. And any trauma I cause is probably pretty easily fixable, on the grand scale of things.”

Alex coughs out a dry laugh. “Yeah. That’s fair. Reggie had that fear for a long time. But I know some people never really get over it.”

Both of their gazes track over the backyard, landing on Luke who has Bex perched on his shoulders. She’s pulling on his hair and ears to steer him around. Alex and Bobby share a chuckle at their antics.

“No, I guess not,” Bobby agrees with a fond smile. “I’d guess it’s probably pretty common for people who come from fucked up families. They either want to save anyone else from experiencing what they did. Or they overcorrect hard in the other direction and want to do it all different. Prove it’s possible.”

Alex hums thoughtfully. “Yeah, maybe,” he agrees before letting a grin take over his face. “That’s a lot of words for a Bobby,” Alex teases.

“Yeah. Just been thinking.”

“Careful. I’ve heard that kind of thing’s contagious. And can hurt.”

Bobby lets out a dry laugh.

“I think that might be one of the hardest parts about parenting?” Alex says after a moment. “Imagining what could have been different. Questioning why things weren’t. For us, I mean.”

Bobby hums in acknowledgement, encouraging Alex to continue.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know we’re gonna fuck up. We have fucked up. But it’s not that hard to just… love your kid?”

“So then you keep asking why you weren’t deserving of that love?”

“Exactly. Shit hurts.”

“Do you and the guys talk about it often?”

Alex shakes his head. “No, not really. I mean, we don’t really need to. We all get it. We’ve been all each other’s had for pretty much our entire lives.”

“And now look at you. Giving Bex everything you never got and then some.”

Alex laughs bitterly. “Who knew there were families overflowing with so much love that they’d so readily adopt 4 wayward rockstar slash artist adults and their toddler.”

“The Molinas seem as great as you’ve all been saying.”

“And more,” Alex sighs. “We’re so lucky to have them. But it also shows how… I guess, unfair it all is? We should have had more. Bex should have had more. Like, yeah, gratitude for what we have, blah blah blah, but that doesn’t change what could have been, you know?”

Bobby offers Alex a wry smile, “I think Reggie or Julie would call that grief or something.”

Alex laughs. “Yeah, probably.”

“Well, they don’t deserve you.”

“That’s what Willie and Reggie try to remind me of. ‘If they can’t love all of you, they don’t deserve access to any of you,’” Alex says, mocking their voices. “And they don’t deserve the joy that is Bex either. And she deserves better than them.”

“Exactly. Enter the Molinas.”

“Enter the Molinas,” Alex firmly agrees, “The family none of us could have ever dreamed of.”

Bobby lets out a self-deprecating laugh, “Can you imagine what it would have been like being raised by someone like Ray? An adult who cares about where you are. What you’re doing. How you are? More than just some trophy to show off? Or inconvenience to hide away…”

“Loves and encourages you in your full self.”

“What would Luke even write about without shitty parents?”

Alex laughs. “Would we even have the band? This family? I guess that’s a silver lining or some shit.”

“Or some shit,” Bobby agrees with a grin.

“It’s cake time!” Reggie yells from the kitchen, just inside the porch doors. He must have snuck past them at some point. Bobby and Alex exchange a fond smile.

“Time to give this kid and her… everyone even more of a sugar rush,” Alex says through a grin.

Bobby offers Alex his fist and Alex immediately knocks their knuckles together. “Right behind ya,” Bobby agrees as he follows Alex into the house.

#there's absolutely no reason whatsoever that this is scheduled for exactly right now #nope #this takes place alongside the final chapter of the main bex verse fic (that is absolutely not written yet)#so contextually this might not make complete sense to all of you #i'm kind of almost halfway sorry #but also enjoy the preview?#bex verse #jatp #fanfic #nobodys fics #julie and the phantoms #bobby shaw #alex mercer

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sungdonnie · 6 months

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Hwang Hyunjin • Never good enough

Part 1

TW: eating disorder, angst, fluff

A/n: I know it’s been a while so I decided to start writing again.

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There you were in class paying attention to the teacher talking about who knows what. You looked at the clock and saw it was time to go home. Home meant a lot of things. It meant you had to step on your scale to check if u gained, then get off and study, then go to sleep.

You didn’t eat often because u don’t wanna gain weight. It all started when you were 13. You looked at yourself then the other girls who were skinny and pretty. Then you wondered why u didn’t look like that.

You were leaving the room. You were waking fast down the halls, so fast that you bumped into someone really hard that you fell. You impacted the floor very hard. You dropped everything in your hand.

You looked up to see the popular campus crush. His name was Hwang Hyunjin. Everyone liked him including you but it was a small crush. Unlike the other girls they were obsessed with him. So when you saw him you had quickly got up, gathered your things and said a quick sorry to him. He looked confused on why you were rushing but he didn’t do anything.

You left campus because you have your own place. Not a lot of people leave off campus. But you happened to find a nice affordable place 2 blocks away from the college campus. It had 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom, a spacious living room and a nice ass kitchen. The only reason it was affordable for only you was because your mom was best friends with the guy who owned the place.

You walked the 2 blocks and entered your building. Then in the elevator u went, then your apartment. Once you got in you took off your shoes and stepped on a scale. You looked down anxiously to see 50kgs. You were the same weight you were yesterday but you didn’t complain. You decided to take a shower first.

- time skip

You hopped out the shower and put on the house clothes that you had picked out before hand. You then took out your laptop and started doing your homework and work for college since you had nothing better to do. You cared a lot about your grades. You always aimed for a hundred nothing less. When you didn’t get a hundred you went hard on yourself because you thought you could be better. That’s probably what got you into YALE university.

When you finished all your work you checked the time. It said 10:17 that wasn’t to shabby. You had to time to study everything that you were learning so that’s exactly what you did. When you finished studying you went to bed.

-Time skip

You woke up at 6am am since you have to go to YALE at 8:20am You took about 30 minutes in the shower and 30 minutes to get ready. When picking out your clothes you chose a plated skirt and a white long sleeve with a big off white jacket, then for your feet you were dock martens.Then when get your school stuff ready you wait until it’s 8:10am to start leaving. You went on your phone during the wait time. You went to instagram and Hyunjin pictures was first to pop up. He look so good but you knew you couldn’t have him. You went into his comments and saw the thirsty girls comments you don’t blame them but there were just so many.

You continued swiping and liking ppls post but you realized you accidentally like Hyunjins insta story that he just posted. You pretended to not be bothered but you really did care. But you finally decided to check the time and I it said 8:11am. You picked up your stuff to start heading to your campus.

You put your AirPods in as you made your way out of your apartment building. You put both in because you needed to get in your zone.

While walking someone tapped you in your shoulder. You turned to look and it was Hyunjin!. Your were i shocked but you tried to hide it. You always smelt good and hopefully looked good too. So you didn’t have to worry about your appearance. You looked him in the eyes when he tapped you so you looked confident.

“ umm what’s your name again” he said shyly.

“It’s y/n” you said while trying to swiftly fix yourself.

“Ok well y/n I wanna apologize to you for bumping into really hard. Has an apology I would like to help you with anything you need and take you to a cafe place” Hyunjin said while looking you deep in your eyes since you finally had looked away.

“Oh ummm… okay I would like that but you really don’t have to” you said assuringly.

“No it’s fine I want to” he said.

You smiled but it faded away when you saw a group of girls looking at you and Hyunjin in a disgustingly way. You knew that it was because of you because everyone loved Hyunjin.

Hyunjin saw them and the way they were looking at you, and also the way your smile faded. So he grabbed your hand and started walking to campus. Your heart dropped and not because you were scared it was because your little crush was holding your hand. You made your notes now. His hands were soft, way bigger than yours, and warm. You tried to hide that you like it so you looked at him in shock.

He must’ve seen the way you looked at him and said, “ y/ninne stay calm I’m just trying to do something.”

‘ how the hell am I supposed to be calm when your holding my hand’ you thought in your head.

“ Do what Hyunjin?” You said.

“ Trying to make my ex jealous” he said embarrassed.

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A/n: I’m gonna make a part 2 and maybe a 3. I hope u guys enjoyed this.💗

#bang chan #hyunjin #lee felix series #jeongin #felix angst #stray kids #changbin #stray kids jisung #txt #lee know #hyunjin series #kpop fluff #fanfic

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Bend Til We Break

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

“Y/n?”

I’m staring back at the last person I want to see. He left me, he left without saying goodbye, without keeping in touch, without having the decency to break up with me, and now he is standing in front of me calling my name.

I can’t help but stare at his matured face. He his hair out so it was a bit longer, and can grow even facial hair. I begin to mesmerize what use to be mine look so different. Just looking at him brings back many memories that I can’t think about right now, no, not in front of him, not before work.

“Excuse me” I say, pushing past him making my way to my car. As I approach my car I hear footsteps hitting the pavement fast behind me.

“Y/n, wait” I hear Quinn yell out behind me, “please”. I am now standing beside my car door when I decide to turn and face him.

“What?”

“Hear me out” he says making me look at him in disbelief, “I messed up, I’m sorr-”

“No Quinn. I don’t want to hear it. If we didn’t bump into each other, you would have never of told me this. So I’m not going to let you finish”

“Y/n, I just wanted to apologize and explain myself”

“It’s too late. I’ve been waiting for that for 4 years, but I don’t care anymore” I say opening my door and shutting it behind me. I start my car and drive away leaving Quinn on the side of the busy downtown Vancouver street.

When I get to the office and get all settled in, I get an Ig message from Quinn. I roll my eyes before opening it.

_quinnhughes: Can we please talk?

I ignore the message and put my phone away. I continue to do my work until lunch time. I pull my phone out as I make my way to the ground floor to go for a walk outside like I usually do. As I walk around I debate replying to Quinn’s message. A part of me really wants to know why he left the way he did, but part of me just wants to move on.

I make my way back to my building when I see him, standing outside the my building hands in his coat pocket. I make my way closer to the doors but instead of avoiding him, I approached him.

“Are you stalking me now?” I say sarcastically

“No- I uh- I saw the parking pass on your car earlier and recognized the lot” he explained

“So you thought you scope out the area?” I say rolling my eyes turning towards the door

“Y/n please” he says following me. This is a different Quinn than I’ve ever seen before.

“What Quinn, I have to work”

“What is your number?” I roll my eyes

“The same one you’ve always had” I say before walking away.

I didn’t hear from Quinn again until 9pm when I got a text from a random number.

(###) ###-####: Hi, it’s Quinn

(###) ###-####: Was hoping we could sit down and get a coffee or something

Y/n: Fine, tomorrow at 10am

(###) ###-####: I’ll pick you up

I hum and haw about giving him my address before giving in and texting him my address before going to bed.

In the morning I get ready and my phone buzzes at 9:52. I turn my phone around to see a text from Quinn saying he is here so I make my way down stairs. When I get outside I see Quinn leaning against the side of his jeep and opening the door for me once he sees me.

“Thanks” I say hopping in the car.

He goes around and gets in on the drivers side before driving away. He drives to one of the outskirt cities starbucks and we go in together. He tells me to sit and that he remembers my order if it is still the same, I nod and pick a place to sit.

He comes back and sits at the closest chair beside me, handing me my cup then taking a sip of his. “How have you been?” he says

“Better now”

“Look, I didn’t know what to do. Once I was here I knew it wouldn’t have worked out. The distance was just too much, saying and doing are just two different things”

“So when you told me you loved me it was a lie?”

“No” he says reaching for my hand but I pull it away, “I still love you, and I always will”

“You left me” I said in a hurt tone

“I had to”

“Quinn” I say looking down at my coffee cup, “You didn’t even break up with me, you just ghosted me”

“I didn’t want to end it” Quinn starts, “I’m sorry”

“You should have”

“Can we atleast be friends?” he asks and let out a deep breath, “please”

“Fine, okay”

We continued talking and catching up until it felt comfortable again. We talk about funny memories and how our family is doing. He told me his parents are coming to Vancouver soon and they would love to see me. I nodded and said I’d love to see them too. After about two hours of catching up Quinn’s phone buzzed and he checked it quickly before saying it's his GM and he needs to go to the arena. He dropped me off on his way in and told me he’d text me.

As the days go by Quinn and I become closer and closer to soon feeling like the 4 years feel shorter than they were.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagines

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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My two main mike ideas include fucking him in the car or at least sucking him off while keeping watch on someone orrrr reader forgets he asked mike over to his house to help with something and is fingering himself and mike catches him (but the reader doesn’t stop cause he always wanted mike to take what’s his)

OOOO both good ideas :3 im prolly gonna do smth w/ both eventualleigh but imma do the second one for now

can’t believe y’all are getting me mikepilled 😵‍💫

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt/hole, (t-)dick

“hey mike can u come over tomorrow morning? :)”

“K”

To be fair, there probably should’ve been more details exchanged on both sides. A simple time check would’ve saved you from the awkwardness that fate had prescribed you.

For you, morning meant 10AM at the earliest. Having anything to do before 10AM was practically a human rights violation.

For Mike, morning started at 5AM. Always an early riser. Maybe old people were solar powered. Maybe they were up from sunrise to sunset to make sure they got a full charge. That’s the only explanation you could think of. Who the hell gets up at the crack of dawn recreationally?

Mike does.

And apparently, your dick does too.

Classic testosterone. Male puberty may have started late for you, but it came out the gate swinging. It had to make up for lost time.

You woke up at 8:30AM to your junk needing attention, t-dick puffed up and ready to go, hole leaking, practically crying for fulfillment. You looked at the time. Meh, you could make it work. After all, self care is important, right?

Mike thought he was being generous by coming over at 9AM. Surely any self-respecting individual would be up and on with their day by then. He knocked on your door and waited for you to answer him.

Nothing.

He knocked again, harder this time.

Nothing.

Of course, he thought as he rolled his eyes and dug in his pocket. He pulled out a key ring and flipped through all of the illicit keys he had made. One, two, three, there’s yours. He breached your front door and stepped inside. Once inside, he made his way toward your bedroom, figuring you were asleep at best, dead or missing at worst.

He did not figure that he’d come across your bedroom door wide open, nor did he expect to see you half naked on the bed with your legs spread. Your eyes were sewn shut; your back was arched; and, most damning of all, you were 2 knuckles deep in your own pussy, writhing and whining as you got yourself off. Evidently, the day didn’t start until you finished.

Mike was unfazed, blunt and succinct in his message to you. “I can come back later if you want.”

You screamed and yanked the blanket over your shame, as if that would somehow erase what he saw. Staring like a deer in the headlights, chest rising and falling as you hyperventilated, you scrambled to pluck a response from your overcrowded mind. You ended up with “How… how did you get in here?!”

“That’s not important,” Mike replied, “Now, do you wanna get dressed or do you wanna finish up and I’ll come back later?”

As the brainfog cleared, a revelation came through. You wanted something else. You stuttered, “I… I want…” and shirked the blanket off you, “I want you, Mike. Please…”

“No, you don’t,” He sighed, “I guess I’ll come back later when you’ve got your head on straight,” and turned to leave, “Noon work for you?”

Noon most certainly did not work for you. You called out to stop him. “No, wait!”

Mike stopped and looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at you. “What?”

You dragged your hand down to where it once was, spreading your lips apart with your fingers, hoping to entice him inside. “I-I’m serious, Mike. I want you. Please…”

Mike turned around fully. He hated that he was considering this, but he loved the sight of you even more. On display, begging for him, and a not insignificant wet spot on the sheets below your butt. He trudged across the room until he landed at your side. Your heart was racing. Your cunt and dick were dripping and throbbing. Your face was probably somewhere between excitement and desperation. He rested his hand atop yours, and took a deep breath before sneaking his fingers inside you.

“Fine.”

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jeonqkooks · 2 years

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i love all ur works sm!! for the drabble request: things you interrupted me to say + tongue tied couple</33

watermelon gelato | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: PG

genre/warnings: friends to lovers, neighbor au, fluff, kissing, swearing

word count: 1.6k

note: a tongue tied drabble. dear anon i'm so sorry that this took so long and i hope you're still here somewhere 😭

series masterpost | taglist

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Wear something nice.

When Jungkook sent you these texts nine hours ago, he should’ve known that life wouldn’t be this kind to him. As he stands here, in the talk-of-the-town restaurant that just opened a month ago, he should’ve known that there was no way he could reserve a table that easily at 10AM on the day of.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the hostess apologizes in earnest. “I don’t see your reservation for tonight.”

“Can you please check again?” he asks and shuffles on his feet nervously. “It should be under Jeon Jungkook.”

You can tell that she feels bad as she takes in the expression on his face, big doe eyes pleading her to somehow save him from this misery. He looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Still, she puts on a polite smile and tells him to wait so she can run his name through the system again, a task that you know will probably be in vain.

Earlier today, when he disturbed your slumber at the unholiest hour possible, you hadn’t expected him to ask you out. After you went back to bed and woke after a few more hours, it took you a minute to process the short conversation between the two of you at 4AM. You weren’t sure if it really happened until that text came but even then, you had no clue how the date was going to go, and how you were feeling about the whole thing.

Jungkook is cute—you’ve told him as much—and he’s a good kisser. No, scratch that. Jungkook is a wonderful kisser. You’re attracted to him, and you two get along well. It’s nice and easy, with minimal thinking required because you’re just two friends, young and single, ready to mingle but not necessarily looking for something serious.

Well, at least you aren’t looking for something serious. It isn’t like you’re anti love or anything. The last time you were in a relationship was two years ago, and though it didn’t end on bad terms, it was… a lot for you.

People around you have always put heavy emphasis on commitment and you know it’s not a bad thing, but it’s scary. The pressure is too much. You haven’t really thought about if and when you would unpack all of your uneasiness regarding the matter. Right now, you just know that you’re content with being single and having fun.

And what you have with Jungkook is fun. A dinner couldn’t hurt.

The hostess speaks up after a moment, looking genuinely sympathetic at the two of you. You reckon this kind of occurence isn’t uncommon, and she must have built a tolerance for people looking like kicked puppies whenever this happens; though, even that indifferent and monotonous attitude falls apart before the Bambi eyes of Jeon Jungkook.

“Sir, you made a reservation for this day next year.”

You purse your lips as you glance at him. Color drains from his face as she shows him the screen and the mistake he made while jittery in the middle of the night. “Is there any way you can–”

“Jungkook,” you call and tug on his arm because people in line after you are starting to complain, “let’s just go.”

He looks at your stiff expression and internally winces, his eyes apologetic. He nods solemnly then, thanks the hostess and leads you out the door.

Once you’re outside, he gives you a strained smile. “Well,” he says, an attempt to distill the awkwardness, “this is embarrassing. I guess tonight’s a bust…”

Jungkook flattens his mouth into a thin line and stuffs his hands in his pockets, dropping his gaze to the ground. He really does look so sad, and you know he’s probably beating himself up for his mistake.

You poke at his chest playfully. When his eyes meet yours, you smile.

“We’re already dressed up,” you say, gesturing between the both of you. Although you’re only in a simple dress and he’s wearing a blazer over a button-up, it’s the most formal you’ve ever seen one another, having been accustomed to raggy t-shirts and sweats and casually lounging on each other’s couch. “Might as well make the most of it, yeah?”

Jungkook chuckles humorlessly. He appreciates you trying to salvage this, but he wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant, be the perfect gentleman, woo you with his charms like they do in the movies. Though right now, he just feels like a dweeb, really living up to the affectionate nickname you gave him.

“Really?” he asks.

“Really,” you confirm.

You look hopeful, so he acquiesces. He takes his hands out of his pockets and steps closer, nudging your shoulder with his. “Wanna go to that diner you like?”

One hearty burger (and an unholy amount of fries to share) later, you’re walking through an empty park, with Jungkook’s blazer around your body to shield you from the slight chill.

Dinner was nice, although he remained relatively quiet while you were waiting for your food. The kicked puppy look returned. You had to turn to your trusty folder of memes on your phone to coax him out of his mental ditch. By the fifth picture of animals holding knives that you forced him to look at, he was already giggling, regaining some semblance of his usual dorky self. And by the time the waitress placed two cheeseburgers on the table, well, it’s like nothing ever happened. Food—his great love, you suppose.

Food, and Overwatch.

Throughout the meal, you kept forgetting that it was supposed to be a date. Every first date that you’ve been on was awkward, some less than others, but still awkward. Because you’d been conversing with strangers and going through the list of boring questions that everyone asked while trying to get to know someone, and sitting in uncomfortable silence when you realize you have nothing in common.

But you know Jungkook. You know what he likes to do for fun and what pizza toppings he likes. You know that he plays the guitar and that he’s been trying to learn the drums. You know that he’s shitscared of microwaves and that his kisses taste like orange candy.

So yeah, dinner was nice. You didn’t overthink things like you tend to do with romantic interests. You don’t think he knows, but Jungkook—or just his mere presence—has a way of making you not get lost in your own head.

When the wind breezes by, you snuggle further into the warmth of his blazer, too big on your body. He notices, and drapes a tentative arm around your shoulders. He seems shy but you welcome it anyway. As you lean into his side, he gives your arm a gentle squeeze. Ten more minutes pass, and you’re once again greeted with the sight of streets bustling with cars, a contrast to the mostly empty and quiet park.

“Ooh! Let’s get some ice cream.” Pointing toward a gelateria around the corner decorated with pretty neon lights, you grab his hand and tug him in that direction before he can even say anything. It’s dessert, for heaven’s sake. Jungkook would never turn down dessert.

He gets hazelnut chocolate and you get watermelon.

“Woah, I’ve never had watermelon gelato before. I didn’t even know they made this,” you say, eyeing the treat in your hand. When you scoop some onto the small wooden spoon and bring it to your lips, your eyes nearly roll all the way back into your skull. “Oh my God, it’s so good. Here, try it.”

Jungkook looks bashful when you offer him some of your ice cream, but he accepts it anyway.

“Is this the first date you’ve been on, Jeon?” you joke.

He blushes, the tone of his skin on the way to matching the color of your gelato. You like seeing him flustered. It’s cute; you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling.

“Obviously not,” he mutters, honest and not very playful in response to your efforts. His thumb reaches out to wipe some of the ice cream from the corner of your mouth that you didn’t realize was there, and he puts it directly in his mouth to lick off the sweetness. You gulp, blanking on your teasing jabs as he locks eyes with you. “Just the first one that I wish goes well enough to get me a second date.”

To the outside world, you two must look like a disgustingly sweet couple. Feeding each other gelato and doing whatever the fuck Jungkook just did to you. It’s saccharine in that cheesy romcom way that you normally despise but now? You don’t mind it that much.

When you don’t say anything, he tenses, thinking he might’ve scared you a little. He opts for a lighter conversation, somewhat self-deprecating but hopefully a topic that you two can laugh about.

“I still can’t believe I made a reservation for next year,” he mutters with a cute pout. “I swear I checked the confirmation like ten times and–!”

Your stomach does somersaults all of a sudden, and something possesses you to pull him down by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. A trail of chocolate runs down the side of his ice cream cone. Jungkook thinks love must taste like watermelon gelato and cherry-flavored lip balm.

It’s far from the first time that you’ve kissed him, but somehow it feels like the first time.

When you pull away, he short-circuits, pink tongue unconsciously darting out to lick his lips where you had been just seconds ago. With that dazed look in his eyes, Jungkook swallows, not knowing what to say and if he should even say anything. See? It’s very cute.

“It’s okay, dweebus,” you laugh lightly and pinch his cheek. The words roll off your tongue without much thought. It's easy. “We’ll go next year then.”

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hangryyell · 2 years

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Sleep W. VP

Yoru definitely hates being woken up early, but with the protocol and for training he has no choice. On their days off he sleeps in like the king he thinks he is.

Phoenix is an early riser for sure, I’m talking about he’s up before the sun, cause he thinks he IS the sun. He likes being able to go work out without anyone else being there.

Kay/o we know daaaamn well this bot don’t sleep. But he sure does pretend for the sake the rest of the Protocol. But he’s up all the time. He normally waits for KJ and Raze to be up before leaving his room.

Chamber is an early riser, but the kind that wanted his room to be facing the sunrise so he’s woken up “naturally”. Being kissed by Sol really brightens his day no pun intended.

Sage is up by 5am every morning even on her days off. There is no sleep for mama.

Reyna, Reyna is an angry morning riser. When she was back in her kingdom she would be woken up by the pretty sounds of birds chirping, the soft smell of her bath being prepared and the smell of fresh fruits waiting for her as well. Being at the protocol she is still miffed that NO ONE is preparing a bath for her, or even trying to feed her in said bath. Pathetic if you ask her.

Astra is up by 8am sharp, No if ands or buts. Is a happy riser cause she’s got a good sleep schedule.

Raze hates waking up early, she is groggy until at least 10am. No matter how much coffee or work outs she does.

Neon is literally still asleep until the VERY last second. She groans and whines at anyone talking to her so early in the morning. If she hasn’t eaten yet don’t talk to her. Instead of coffee Neon likes fruit juice in the morning. It varies from day to day.

Brimstone, Brimstone, Brimstone, Brimstone. He is one of those that is up at 330am but doesn’t get out of bed until at least 430am. He’s a cold shower kinda man to wake himself up, then a nice lil workout and then another cold shower after. He is a black coffee drinker, two and a half sugars.

Fade is a 10 alarms kinda gal, snoozes every single one. She will literally wake up minutes before they have to leave for a mission. She’ll eat when she gets back, she’ll drink a black coffee on the way and don’t talk to her until at least they get the location for the spike.

Jett, Jett is up and at’em at 4am. She’s showered and ready in her pjs until at least 8am. Then she changes into her “work” clothes. Full rounded breakfast. Cheerful kinda morninger.

KJ is a “I haven’t slept yet” riser. She stays awake for a couple of days at a time honestly. Drinks coffee and has caffeine patches to keep her going.

Omen, Omen doesn’t sleep much of course. So he’s mostly with Kay/o most nights. Since he’s the only one on compound that doesn’t have an ounce of fear in him so he can relax at the very least. He uses Kay/o’s bed more than the bot.

Cypher is the kind of guy that takes cat naps. He’s always ready for something. He’s learned that sleeping too long doesn’t keep him on his toes. He’s an omelet kinda guy, coffee with a dash of milk and one sugar.

Breach is chaos at 5am. Like he IS literally the ass crack of Dawn. He’s loud and wiiide awake the moment his alarm goes off. And some days his alarm doesn’t go off but he’s up on time every time.

Sova is a hunter, he’s up at 3am ready to go. He likes to have a nice breakfast and watch the sun rise. Then work out and do some Bow practice. He keeps to himself that early if anyone else is up. The rest have learned to not give eye contact because if looks could kill, Yoru isn’t the only one with a stank face that early in the morning.

Skye is ready and willing and out on a run by 4am. She’s a hearty breakfast in the morning after her run. Nice cold shower and then chores until the rest of the protocol is up.

Viper also sleeps very little. But when she does sleep everyone lets her sleep in cause she’s a hard worker and also because they don’t want to get chewed out.

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valyalyon · 2 months

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August, 2024

CW: Brief sexual descriptions, cheating, affair.

August 1, 2024.

Today is Theo’s 1st birthday! I woke up early today to start setting up everything for a playdate birthday party with Anthony.

I can’t believe how fast he’s growing.

The whole day and into the afternoon, I spent it playing with Theo and Anthony. Sara and Julius had been working and so I had been left to entertain the kids and I didn’t mind at all. I loved spending time with Anthony, he was sweet and looked a lot like Julius. Most importantly though, it was Theo’s birthday and I couldn’t help myself but to celebrate with them.

I took pictures of Theo and everything I had set up, and looked at the clock, realizing that it was getting time for Julius to get home from work. Sara had already gotten home, but immediately had left again with a girlfriend to go clubbing. Sara worked 3 days out of the week, but she had a habit of going out every single night. Sometimes she would return home by 2am, other times not until 10 or 11am.

I quickly gathered the boys up to put them to bed, as they had exerted a lot of energy and were ready to sleep the night away. I decided I would clean up the party as soon as I got them to sleep.

When I came down, in a rush to clean everything up, I quickly noticed that everything was already done. Balloons were tied up and put in a corner, stuffed animals sat together on the sofa, play mat put away, and the light of the kitchen was on.

Julius stood in the kitchen, putting a now clean cake knife away.

I walked into the kitchen, “thank you, Julius. I was going to do it as soon as the boys were asleep… I’m sorry.”

“you’re okay, I appreciate you taking care of Anthony,” Julius said, turning to walk towards me.

He stopped right in front of me, and then cleared his throat, “can I hug you?”

I nodded, and opened my arms to accept him. This was the first time we had touched since I left two years earlier. He embraced me tightly and I squeezed back.

Neither of us spoke for a couple of seconds, but when we started to pull away, he paused, slightly holding me in place.

When I looked at him, my eyes were up to his, just two inches from one another. His hand slightly moved along my back, up towards my neck.

Before he could do anything, I quickly pulled away, “sorry, I think I heard Theo.” And I quickly rushed off.

August 8, 2024.

To celebrate my 24th birthday, Sara got a cake, a bunch of alcohol, and had the idea that we stay up watching movies. Julius was there with us, so he too celebrated in the drinking.

Sara had gotten home that day at 10am and hadn’t slept, so after about 3 drinks on the couch, she started to pass out, and caught herself, “fuck, I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.”

She got up quickly from the couch and drunkenly stumbled into the guest bedroom down in the basement. She closed the door behind her and we heard the creaking bed as she passed out onto it.

“Want another shot?” Julius asked me, sitting down beside me on the sofa with a bottle of vodka.

“Only if you have another,” I told him.

“My glass is right there,” he nodded towards the coffee table at our feet, and I held up my glass to him.

He filled mine, and then his, and then we both downed the shot together. Then another. And another.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

“You feel so fucking good,” his breath was hot against my neck, his cock pulling in and out of me repeatedly.

“You’re still massive,” I gasped, and he pulled me into a kiss.

August 16, 2024.

The next time we were alone, we had an argument.

“Why the fuck did you leave?” He asked, furiously, but barely raising his voice. Most of his anger was in his dark eyes.

“I don’t know. I had so much going on in my mind, I wasn’t well,” I explained as best as I could without having to explain the real reason.

“I was going to propose to you! August 16, 2022, I was planning on proposing to you. I had been ring shopping. I was going to go pick up the ring I had chosen and pay for it. But I never got to do that because you were gone before the end of July!”

“I’m sorry, Julius… I really didn’t think you would have forgiven me. Did you want me to move out with Theo? I can get out of your way, you don’t have to see me again if I’m drudging up too much… we’ve already made a mistake by having sex, maybe the best thing is for me to go and you can maybe still preserve your marriage,” I reasoned.

He looked at me so angrily.

Then, he shook his head. “I don’t want you to leave but maybe we just go back to a little bit of space between us. I don’t regret having sex with you, and she doesn’t know.”

“That doesn’t mean it’ll happen again,” I interrupted him, wanting to make my stance clear.

“No,” he said.

Note From Valya

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pampergirl1 · 1 year

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Ballerina nursery👶🏼👶🏻👶🏽🎀

(Eyes slowly opening)

I lay here , in my huge white bared crib. With big pink bows, and lace. As I start to gain consciousness I hear cries from poor sweet infant babies, that used to be adults, well at least in mind. Also as I continue to wake up, I smell an aroma of Johnson Johnson and poop. I so hope it isn’t coming from me, but I would t be surprised… it had been a whole year of training. I don’t even know when I’ve went anymore. The only sign given is a stinky smell, and mushy bottom, a soggy fat crotch or when I’m playing and I happen to look down and that thing that helps grown ups know when a baby needs a diaper change. Other than that, I don’t know until I’m laid on a huge wooden table with my legs crossed and someone is wiping my bottom.

The door opened and mommy comes through it as usual, ready to wake us change our diapers, and give us her breast to nurse or a bottle. I understand because she can only nurse two at a time.

Mommy walks in “Hi mamas girls and boys, uh oh I smell duties”. “Goodness who pooped their pants, who did it”?! As she cooed us.

She has us on a routine, and it’s like clock work.

Diapers changed at 6am.

We get a warm bottle to nurse us back to sleep. We lay down for about two more hours. By that time, I don’t know any baby in here who doesn’t at least need a #1 diaper change. But we get another diaper. We then get laid back down until about 10am and then it’s bath time 🫧🛁. Then mommy gets all 10 of us dressed. She has a mothers helper. Our diapers get pretty dirty so she needs a lot of help. Then we have play time in our play room, this is my favorite part. Lunch is afterwards and then we have another diaper change. We then get a bottle of juice or milk and laid in our giant bouncers and we watch Barney, seaseme street, Dora, or Mickey Mouse club house. Then mama takes two of us, gives us our last diaper for the night and then nurses us and then lays us down for bed 💤 👶🏽👶🏼👶🏽👶🏻🎀

I can’t say I hate my life, I don’t. I’m use to it now. I just wish I didn’t have the brain of an adult. If I didn’t maybe doing these infantile things wouldn’t be so redundant. It has its perks though. I got transformed in the bathroom of a club when I was drunk. Mommy changed me right there and from that point on , I needed her milk , I needed a diaper and I can’t walk, I can crawl. I also can’t make full sentences. All I can do it say “ma-ma” “hungie” “stinky”. She allows you more teaching and training as she builds trust with you, that you won’t leave her. She taught me those words so far, so I can’t at least tell her when I’m hungry, or need something, or better yet when I’ve got a mound dukie packed on my ass. My diapers get so dirty I start to cry when I’m in my crib because any shifting wafts my dirty diapers smell. Mama has a sache in all of our cribs that smells like baby powder. But then all I smell is powder and diarrhea from below. I’m used to it , it’s just the smell of a nursery, not to mention it’s not always me, sometimes it’s one of the other babies who’ve dirtied their pamper.

Mama walks in and crabs her cady as usual. She loads 10 diapers, we are all pretty much in pampers, in the day time, in the night we sleep with a Huggies over night because they absorb more so we don’t leak. She grabs her large dispenser of baby wipes and our destin diaper rash cream. I get diaper rash a lot. Mama says I have sensitive skin.

Mama picks us up out of our crib, she takes us over to our changing section of our nursery. She lays each of us down and unbuttones the crotch of our onesies. Typically all of our diapers sag, in our defense we were sleeping for 10 hours without a change. At this point what else could you expect out of us, we’re incontinent…

To be continued 🌸🎀

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thesapphireprincess · 2 years

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Good Evening 🎀

Hey dolls,

Today I went to the library and I picked up 4 new books. A history book, a romance novel, a book on how to draw and paint and a book about basic ballet exercises. Last night I didn’t go to bed until 1am… and this morning I woke up around 7am very tired and unable to fall asleep. I feel a bit disorganized in my life. It’s like ik what I should be doing to be organized but I end up doing the opposite. I have a list of things that I can do to improve my life but it’s like I can’t seem to get them down even though they’re so simple. I am trying not to be hard on myself because habits are hard to break. I feel like I don’t put in enough effort and I’m not sure how to break this bad habit.

My list covers everything from sleep schedule to phone limits, reading, exercise, makeup, diet and journaling . I simply don’t get why I can’t follow instructions. When I get home from work I have about 25 minutes before I have to start getting ready for bed so that I can get proper rest and wake up early enough to get ready and be on time. It makes me a bit disappointed in myself that I don’t follow these simple instructions. I would really like to do better. This is the last day I’ll self sabotage my life. This weekend I will focus on fixing my sleep schedule and breaking this phone habit. It’s like a cycle, phone addiction 🔄 terrible sleep schedule. These are the things holding me back. It’s currently 7:28pm and I have already turned off my phone. I am going to turn off the rest of my devices at 8pm and start getting ready for bed. 8pm-10am no screen time on my weekends & phone off by 7pm. 7pm-10am no screen time on my regular days. It’s time to stop making excuses for myself and just do it. I will update y’all tomorrow afternoon and start regular updates throughout the week. My goal tonight is bed by 9pm. Wish me luck! <3

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dotnoir · 1 year

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i’ve never wanted to break up more than right now.

i just know this is going nowhere. i don’t actually see myself in 20 years with this man, I can’t even guarantee 5 years.

he just doesn’t understand me. doesn’t do enough. not driven enough. stagnant. painfully cis and hetero and white. that fact was once so attractive to me and now it’s just so fucking annoying. opposites attract, but only if thr magnetic field is strong enough. if the magnetism is weak, the opposites will recoil.

this is the recoiling. i’m having more and more trouble lately with deciding which of my feelings are worth explaining in layers to him, and i continue to deduce a pyrrhic victory, so i abstain. it’s exhausting. the beauty of having a partner and someone that gets you is someone that knows. you just look at them and they know and you know. …he doesn’t know. we have so little in common now. mostly the dog. ok, primarily the dog. some tv shows. good food. but that’s about it.

we’re not lovers. we don’t make love. we don’t fuck. we don’t cuddle. we don’t even put our tongues in the other’s mouth. we pop-kiss and hug and punch each other’s butt and bite knees and arms. we’re comfortable roommates that share a king-sized bed with a dog between us.

we haven’t had sex in months, not once since 2023 began. last year we had sex maybe 3 times. the year before that maybe 4. the year prior, maybe 6. and then 2019 was when we met and fucked like rabbits. but maybe we got it all out of us? idk. oh, right, i wanted to get kinkier and he wasn’t interested. i literally wanted anal because of enjoyment with past partners—he would get flustered and unenthused about my proposition. somehow how i got the moronic cisgender straight man that opposed their hot girlfriend begging for anal sex with toys at the ready so many times, she finally rued the constant painful and embarrassing rejection. i just remembered it took him over a year to ever eat me out, which also came after maaaaanyyyy conversations and practically begging…when i remember these things, i remember why the flame went out.

strange that i had more and better sex when i was single. but toxic sex with emotionally unavailable guys was like heroin in my early twenties. such a great high until reality comes crashing down.

i’m just not attracted to him anymore. he doesn’t look like he did when we first met—and neither do i—but i’m still hot. he buzzes his salt and pepper head every 10 days so it’s always just partially grown out, wears the same shitty Dahmer-esque black nerd glasses from four years ago, solely works out his arms and nothing else which does nothing for his strange, flabby physique, has spaced out yellow teeth that he rarely brushes, a disheveled overgrown black, grey, white, and red beard with a matching unkempt red handlebar mustache that he twists with his fingers every few minutes.

he doesn’t do anything that inspires romance. any time he does refer to sex, it’s as a half-assed joke. he has accepted that i’m not interested and believes he’s done “everything” to make advances, even though i can list a dozen things he hasn’t done. simple gestures that men in the 80s could’ve done.

rent a hotel room and have rose petals and candles. fuck renting, he could literally set it up at home. a picnic with my favorite snacks. a planned scavenger hunt. things that don’t even cost a lot, just takes a semblance of time and thought and consideration. but that doesn’t happen.

he just plays video games in his self-described “office” (see: man-cave with PC and mountain of beer cans and whiskey bottles) from ~10am till midnight or 3am or 4am on nights where he has the next day off. he’ll pop out to stretch his legs every few hours and uses that opportunity to “check” on me and the dog. when we try to watch stuff together at night after his full day of gaming, he falls asleep within the first 10 minutes of a program. and that’ll be the extent of us spending time together. pathetic.

i keep thinking about noah. andrei. my two favorite past lovers. noah and i are meant to be together in another universe. just the memory of our escapades causes involuntary kegels. the other night i had a sex dream about him and feared i said his name in my sleep with E right next to me…

i’ve been in restless and relentless spring cleaning mode all week: got rid of the growing black mold in both showers, went grocery shopping, deep-cleaned and reorganized the fridge, reorganized the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, dusted and swept the house, watered the plants…and he offered to help when i would nearly complete a task 🙄

i’m just so sick of him tbh. i have no desire to even pretend we’ll be together in the future. three and half years has been enough. i need to end it.

but the thought of moving and finding a roommate stresses. me. out. i wish i could just live alone in this house, but it’s too big for one person. ah, the common plight of those in a cohabitation…ending it with ease and with little expense. surely i’ll have to snag a second job to afford living alone. can’t determine if living with a partner is cheaper than living single since i pay for everything 🤪 that just means the transition shouldn’t upend me financially…can’t say the same for him. can’t wait to say that’s no longer my problem. ok it’s settled. i need to do it. i need to find somewhere else to live and save up and get a second job and get everything squared away to move. i can do it. i’ve done well on my own and will continue to do so.

it’s time to trim the fat.

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