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morgana-larkin · 1 month

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Got a prompt messaged to me by someone who wants to remain anonymous. The prompt is: Melissa likes reader or OC that looks like Jodie. And the woman in the picture with Jodie is the reader/OCs best friend. Melissa thinks the brunette is dating reader/oc but they aren’t dating.

I had a lot of fun writing this, I’ll be honest. Also I would have had this up yesterday but audition season is here and I’ve been really busy going to those. I left this on a steamy cliffhanger, I might make a part 2. I’ll post the picture it’s referencing at the end of the fic in case you want to see it for reference. Anyways, as always not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: After I’m finished with all the prompts I currently have, I’m thinking of writing Marilyn and reader (redheads are my biggest weakness… I regret nothing)

Blood As Green As Her Eyes

Warnings: Jealous Mel, references to smut, small not very detailed unfinished smut scene, good luck! 😉 😈

Words: 4.4k

Melissa walks into the break room and looks over to try and find you and sees you near the couch but you’re talking to someone she’s never met before. She walks a little further in and gets the tail end of the conversation.

“Alright see ya later beautiful.” You tell her.

“Right back at ya sweets.” The woman says and then leaves.

You see Melissa is there now and you go to her and sit at the table with her and Barb.

“Hello ladies.” You tell them and Barb smiles at you and Melissa glares at you.

“Who was that woman you were talking to?” She asks.

“Nicole? Oh she’s my best friend!” You say as you straighten your posture. “We’ve known each other for years. We met in high school and it was like instant connection.” You tell them excitedly.

Melissa doesn’t buy it though. With the way you talked to her and about her, it was obvious to Melissa that you’re dating her. Melissa ignores the sick feeling in her stomach.

The next morning you walk in the break room and your blonde hair is wet from the rain.

“Did you forget an umbrella hun?” Melissa asks you and you nod with a pout.

You go to sit down but then Nicole rushes in and you turn around.

“Hey you forgot your lunch on the way out. I gotta get to work but just wanted to drop it off quickly for you.” She tells you and hands you your lunch.

“Oh thanks love.” You tell her and Melissa scrunches her eyebrows. She knows you’re British, you have the accent and you told her, but the nickname threw her off.

“No problem sweets.” Nicole says and gives a quick kiss to your cheek then leaves. Melissa glares at Nicole the entire time. She clenches and unclenches her fists a few times to calm down. You put your lunch in the fridge then sit down at the table.

“Maybe I should go to the bathroom quickly and use the blow dryer to dry my hair.” You say with a chuckle and Barb laughs with you. Melissa just gives you a forced smile and you give her a confused look.

Melissa is bringing her kids to gym class that you teach. You see her and her class and you put your phone away instantly and give them a smile.

“Hey kiddos! Go on and get changed!” You tell them with a smile and they all run to the change room. You see Melissa still hanging around. “Hey, aren’t you gonna use the break to relax or whatever you do during this period?” You tell her curiously.

“No, I think I’m gonna hang around this time. Watch why they’re always so excited about gym class.” She tells you with a smile and you blush a bit.

“Alright! That’s not a problem at all! I would love for you to stay actually.” You tell her and the smallest blush makes its way to her cheeks.

“What were you doing on your phone btw? You put it away rather quickly. Are you sexting or something?” She jokes with you and you giggle.

“No! I was just texting Nicole something but it’s not as important as gym class.” You tell her and her blood boils a bit at the mention of her name. The kids start coming in with their gym clothes on and you turn to face them. “Alright guys! Today we’re playing dodgeball!” You tell them with a one clap of your hands and they all cheer. “And before we split up into teams, remember, no aiming at anyone’s face. And I’m looking at you Niyah.” You say and the girl just shrugs. Melissa goes to sit on the edge of the stage with her legs dangling off.

She watched as you picked 2 team leaders who then chooses their team. You then blow the whistle when they’re all ready with the balls in the middle of the gym. And then they all run to the middle to get a ball. You walk onto the stage and sit beside her and watch everyone. At some point, a ball comes directly at Melissa and you catch it then hand it to whoever is near you guys. You two end up talking while you still keep an eye on the kids.

And then Niyah throws a ball and hits a kid in the face and they fall. You immediately jump down and blow your whistle. “FREEZE!!!” You tell them and they all immediately stop and you run to the kid that was hit. “Niyah, we talked about this.” You tell her and she just shrugs again. You help the kid that fell to get up and make sure they’re alright. “Are you ok sweetie?” You ask very soothingly to him. He nods but looks upset. “Do you want to come sit with me and Ms Schemmenti on the stage for a bit?” You ask him and he nods again. You guide him to the stage and once he climbs up, you blow your whistle, signalling for the kids to continue the game. The boy ends up sitting in between you and Melissa and you look at his face again. “You have a small bruise forming but other than that, I don’t think there’s anything else.” You tell him and he seems upset that he got hit. “You know you’re very strong.” You tell him and he looks up at you. “You got hit in the face, fell down and you still got up.” You tell him with a smile. “That’s the mark of a strong person.” You continue and he smiles at you when you tell him that.

Melissa looks at you and sees how you are with the kids and can’t help but think of how beautiful you are, inside and out. 5 minutes later the boy asks if he can rejoin the game again and you nod at him. “Of course, you can rejoin whenever you want.” You tell him and he jumps off and runs back to the game.

You and Melissa continue talking and you notice how her hand is subtly touching your hip and you blush. The power this woman holds on you with just a touch.

In the morning the next day Melissa is on her phone scrolling through instagram. She’s mindlessly doing it until she comes across one of you and Nicole sitting together on a couch and you both have big smiles. Melissa freezes and stares at it and unconsciously grips the phone tightly.

“Melissa, are you ok?” Barb says and gently puts a hand on her upper arm for comfort.

“What? Oh, fine.” Melissa says and you walk into the room then and she smiles, then that smile immediately drops when she sees Nicole following you. “Actually I gotta go.” Melissa then says and grabs her stuff then stands up.

“Morning Melissa! Oh are you going somewhere? We were gonna join you.” You say innocently and with a big smile.

Barb sees how Melissa grips her pen so tight that her knuckles are turning white, while you are none the wiser.

“I’ve just got some stuff to do before school starts. I’ll see you later Barb.” She says with a frown and then walks out of there.

“Is she ok?” You ask Barb and she just looks at you confused as well. Then she replays in her head what happened. Melissa was scrolling on her phone through instagram and obviously saw something she didn’t like, then you came in and she smiled, and then it dropped. Why?

“Did you post something on instagram lately?” Barb asks and you nod. You showed her the picture you posted an hour ago that you took yesterday afternoon, then suddenly the pieces fall into place for Barb. Melissa likes you and she’s jealous of Nicole. Barb has to do some digging, cause while she doesn’t think you and Nicole are dating, Melissa might, and Barb has to be certain before she talks to Melissa. “Just out of curiosity dear, are you and Nicole going out? I mean like are you dating?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Me and Nicole?” You say while pointing towards you both, even Nicole is confused by the question.

“Why would you think that me and y/n are dating? I mean not that there’s anything wrong with y/n, it’s just, she’s not my type. Gender wise.” Nicole says.

“I mean ya I guess we can come across as a bit flirty but we’re just comfortable with each other.” You say with a smile. “Besides she’s not my type either, personality and looks wise.” You say and Nicole nods.

“Ya y/n is a great friend but would be a terrible partner for me.” Nicole says and all 3 of you laugh.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is your type dear.” Barb asks you and you have to think about that. You know your type, and it’s Melissa, you have a crush on her and the only person who knows about your crush is Nicole and she’s been pushing you to get closer to her and ask her out. You want to tell Barb but she’s Melissa’s best friend, and while you know Barb won’t tell her if you tell her not too, it’d still be awkward if she knew. So you have to say your type without letting on that it describes Melissa.

“Well I guess women that have like a lot of spice to their personality, like they’re not plain.” You say with a big smile. “And I guess I do have a soft spot for fiery redheads.” You say a bit cautiously and you see that Barb’s expression hasn’t changed so I guess she hasn’t figured it out yet, so you continue. “And older women, I think they’re hot.” You say and Nicole playfully smacks your shoulder.

“Ya you and those milfs, I swear.” She tells you and you giggle. Barb looks at you two confused.

“What’s a Milf?” She says and you both look at her.

“It stands for Mom I’d Like to Fuck. But it’s also meant to describe older women that you think are hot.” You explain to her and her eyes widen a bit but you think it’s because of the description of Milfs and not of the woman you like.

“Is there anyone that you like right now dear?” She asks you and you nod timidly.

“Ya she does!” Nicole says and you glare at her. “I’m gonna leave now, gotta get to work, see ya sweets.” She tells you and waves at you and Barb goodbye.

“Is it Melissa?” She asks you and you snap your head at her and eyes wide a bit. That was all the answer Barb needed but of course you try to defend yourself.

“What?!? N-no…of course not! Why would you think I like Melissa?” You say, stuttering and stumbling through the entire sentence.

“I’m just wondering dear that’s all. I have something to do before school as well. I’ll see you at lunch dear.” She tells you and you say goodbye to each other.

Barb gets to Melissa’s room in time to see Melissa throw a pen across the room, and she sees no others on the redhead’s desk.

“How many pens have you thrown across the room?” Barb asks her and Melissa whips her head to her.

“I lost count.” She says to her, then goes to collect all of them. She picks up what looks to be about 10 pens and a couple markers and highlighters.

Barb wants to tell Melissa what she knows but thinks that Melissa might brush her off, so she decides to tell her tomorrow after she has time to blow off some steam. Which in retrospect, turns out to be a mistake.

Melissa goes to a gay club after to blow off some steam, and she ends up chatting it up with a girl there and then makes out with her at the club. You end up seeing that, as you also went to the club to try and move on from her since you think Melissa will never have an interest in you. Melissa ends up taking the girl home and you were watching her the entire night, she never saw you though. You really have to move on now. You end up telling Nicole what you saw and she said she can be around with you more in the mornings and after school so when you see the redhead, she can provide comfort for you.

So on the Friday morning, Melissa comes in with a small pep to her step as she had sex with the girl last night and you notice it. Nicole is with you though on the couch, you decided to stop sitting at the table with Melissa and Barb to avoid the redhead. As soon as Melissa walks in, she sees you and Nicole on the couch, and Nicole has an arm wrapped around your shoulders. Melissa gets angry at that and ends up taking it out on Jacob and throws his android at the wall with a “GO BACK TO THE BLUE BUBBLE!” She yells at him and Jacob tries to act like that didn’t faze or scare him.

You look over at Melissa when that happens and she catches your gaze. You two lock eyes for a second then you turn back to Nicole and Melissa stomps out of there. Melissa ends up telling Barb that she went to the gay club last night and hooked up with a girl, and later you end telling Barb that you went to the club as well when she asked what was wrong.

“I went to the gay club last night and being there just didn’t help anything.” You told her and even if you don’t say it, Barb knows you saw Melissa there, and she knows Melissa didn’t see you.

Over the next couple of weeks, Nicole has been coming with you into the break room in the morning or you go to your classroom with her to avoid the redhead, and she meets you after school to avoid Melissa as well.

“Hiya sweets!” She greets you one Friday afternoon and then you end up catching Melissa giving a glare in your direction. You see that it wasn’t directed at you though, it was directed at Nicole and you got confused.

You and Melissa both end up at the club again only it was reversed this time. She sees you there and you don’t see her. She sees you there alone looking upset and Nicole nowhere to be seen. And then she decides to go and talk to you. Before she gets to you however, a girl comes up and starts talking to you before she does. She freezes and sees that the girl is flirting with you and you seem to be liking it. That makes her confused because as far as she knows, you’re dating Nicole and you’re monogamous. She starts to get jealous again and stomps out of there before she starts a fight with either that girl who’s flirting with you or some random person.

On Monday morning she decides to talk to you at lunch. She knows that for some reason you seem to avoid the break room now so she’ll have to go down to your classroom. You at the moment are having a discussion with Nicole before school starts.

“What are you going to do y/n? Cause you can’t avoid Melissa forever and I can’t always come down to support you.” She says and you sigh.

“I know, it’s just hard right now. I mean ever since I saw her take that girl home a few weeks ago. I just keep thinking about it.” You tell Nicole and she nods.

“I keep telling you to talk to her.” Nicole tells you and you sigh.

“You know I won’t. You don’t have to come with me in the mornings anymore you know. I can just hide out in my classroom. I mean there’s what? 16 weeks left until summer break. And then I can spend the summer just getting over her. And then she’ll never even know how I felt cause then it’ll go back to normal next school year.” You say confidently. Melissa sees your door mostly closed and decides to keep walking, knowing that Nicole’s in there too. You hear her heels and you go and look out your door and see her walking to her classroom. You think it’s good that she didn’t stop by your classroom or else she might have heard your confession and you let out a sigh of relief.

“If you just tell her then you’ll know if she likes you or not. I mean what if she likes you back?” Nicole says and you shake your head at her. “Honestly you lesbians are so dramatic.” Nicole teases you and you flip her off. “I love ya too y/n.” She says and then leaves for work.

At lunch Melissa comes to see you after grabbing her lunch from the fridge. She runs into Barb and tells her she’s going to see you and Barb smirks and tells her good luck.

She arrives at your door then Melissa takes a deep breath and knocks on your door. You open it and almost slam the door back in her face but instead you just freeze.

“Hi.” She tells you and leans on the doorframe. She’s so cute you think and then remove those thoughts, not the time to check her out.

“Something you want Melissa?” You ask her as neutral as possible and she’s slightly taken back by this. You usually have a big and bright smile when you greet her.

“I just wanted to know if you were ok? I haven’t seen you as much lately.” She says and you look at her eyes then look away from her eyes as fast as possible.

“I’m fine, just don’t feel like being in the break room.” You tell her.

“Why?”

“That’s personal.” You tell her with a bit of a snap to it.

“Can I come in?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“No.” You tell her flatly.

“Why not?” She asks you confused. “You always were happy to have people around in your classroom to visit you.” She tells you.

“Well I decided that I’m going to avoid people from now on.” You say and go to close your door, but Melissa with quick hands, stops it and pushes it back open and you stumble back from the force a bit. Melissa takes the opportunity and walks in and closes and locks the door. She then turns to look at you with an unimpressed look. “What?” You ask her and she walks towards you, you however began to walk backwards to avoid her and she keeps walking towards you. You then get stopped by your desk and Melissa traps you there and looks at you closely.

“What’s going on with you hun?” She asks and you begin to breathe deeply. You don’t reply and she continues to try and get you to talk. “I saw you at the club on Friday night, flirting with that girl.” She tells you and your eyes go wide then you narrow your eyebrows at her.

“So?” You question her.

“You seem to be enjoying it and playing along. I thought you were dating Nicole.” She tells you and the built up anger that was starting inside you immediately disappears and all that’s left is confusion.

“You think Nicole and I are together?” You tell her and press your lips together to try and suppress a laugh.

Melissa looks confused. “Um ya, I mean it’s kinda obvious. She’s always with you, you guys constantly are talking, she comes in with you to school and picks you up after. You’re constantly flirting and posting pictures of the both of you together.” She says those last 2 with some anger and you quirk an eyebrow at her.

“Melissa, her and I are just friends. We may sometimes seem flirty but it’s innocent. She’s straight and she’s not my type.” You say and Melissa leans back, immediately releasing you and you get out from her entrapment. “Melissa what is all this about? You’re acting distant lately.” You say and she looks at your desk and has her fingers on it.

“I don’t like seeing you two together.” Is all she says.

“Why?”

“Because I thought you were together.” She says plainly and then it all hits you at once. The way she leaves when she sees Nicole with you, the glares she sends at Nicole, the way she ignores you both when you go to talk to her, the way her personality changes as soon as Nicole is in the room. Melissa is jealous.

“Is it because you don’t have a partner? Because it can be so easy for you to find one. I mean you found someone to hook up with a few weeks ago.” You tell her and her eyes widen.

“You were at the bar that night?” She asks and you nod.

“I saw you make out with her and then take her home with you.” You say disappointedly.

Melissa pieces it all together right then and there and smirks. She stalks towards you and traps you against the wall on the side where your doors are.

“Did you get jealous by that?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“What?!? Me? Jealous of you with another girl? Why would I get jealous of that?” You say and your voice gets high in pitch and she grins. You gulp as she gives you a look that she doesn’t believe you.

“I think you are jealous by that.” She tells you and lowers the pitch of her voice. “Tell me, did you want it to be you that I took home that night?” She asks and you look at her with a huge blush and you can’t find it in you to lie to her, so you nod. “Well do you want to know what I was thinking when that girl flirted with you?” She asks and you nod again. “I thought that I wish it was me flirting with you instead of that girl. She is just a girl who probably doesn’t know how to properly satisfy another girl yet.” She tells you and then leans in to your ear. “I’m much more experienced and know how to satisfy a girl all night.” She whispers in your ear and you shiver. “Ugh I was so jealous when I thought you and Nicole were together, I was mad. And then you started avoiding me and she was over every day and I wasn’t able to keep taking it. I went to that club every night and kept sleeping with girls to get my mind off of you and blow off some steam.” She tells you and you look at her surprised.

“You’ve been sleeping with a bunch of girls?” You ask her shyly and she nods.

“And either they weren’t experienced or maybe it’s because they weren’t you, I don’t know which one but it wasn’t any good.” She says and you look at how close she is.

“Can you let me go?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Do you know how much time I’ve spent picturing you in my bed, underneath me or up against my wall at my house. How many times I’ve spend fantasising about you when I’m touching myself?” She asks and you shake your head. “I mean fuck y/n, you drive me crazy.” She tells you and you’re a blushing mess right now but find enough strength in you to speak.

“I… I fantasise about you too.” You tell her and she smirks at you.

“Really?” She asks and you nod. “What do you fantasise about?” She whispers near your ear and you gulp.

“I-I picture you on top of me, domi…dominating m-me.” You start and you’re very nervous, but her smirk makes you continue. “And I imagine what it would be like to feel you inside of me and making me beg to let me come.” And while you speak, she drives her knee closer and closer to your core. Until she hits it and you squeak and buck your hips.

“Keep going.” She tells you while grabbing your hips and you gulp again before continuing.

“I thought about…about what your breasts would look like and-” you get cut off by you gasping as she moves your hips forward, making you grind against her thigh. “I thought- I thought about what your lips would feel like on mine and all over me.” You continue with difficulty and eventually you don’t need her hands guiding you as you’re turned on enough and you continue grinding her thigh on your own. She removes her hands from you and places them beside your head and then places her lips on your neck and starts kissing and sucking. She then tells you to continue. “Omg, Mel-Melissa.” You say a bit loud and she has to cover your mouth with her hand.

“I guess you can’t continue, since you’re loud.” She says against your neck. You’re close to coming about a minute later and she pulls away and you whip your head at her in shock.

“What? Why’d you stop? I was so close.” You say and she smirks.

“Oh I know. But I want to see your whole body and be inside you while you come underneath me.” She says seductively. “I want to take out all my jealousy on this pretty body of yours.” She says and bites your ear then pulls back again. “Why don’t you come to my house after school?” She asks and you immediately nod. “Good, now don’t touch yourself during the rest of lunch, I want you begging me for release tonight.” She tells you and you nod her head.

Melissa then grabs her lunchbox and then goes back to the break room. She enters with a grin on her face and the trio looks at her confused, Barb sees the grin but doesn’t comment on it. She just smiles and shakes her head.

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murumokirby360 · 1 year

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My NVMe Needs - Part 3: Installation and trial & error (w/ my paper dolls) [Recorded on Apr 21st, 2023]

So, here’s Part 3 of “My NVMe Needs“ (featuring my paper dolls). 😁 Actually, this is Part 1 of 2 videos that I've recorded, yesterday (April 21st, 2023).

And this part is the moment I've been waiting for, the installation & test using the two important upgrade items I need for my current PC. ⬆️🖥️😁 Plus, I'll share my overall thoughts, in Part 2 recorded video.

If you haven't seen my previous parts of the same topic, then I'll provide some links down below. ↓

• Part 1: Samsung SSD 970 EVO Plus NVMe M.2 SSD (1TB) Review [Apr 7th, 2023]

• Part 2: Thermalright M.2 2280 Pro Review [Apr 11th, 2023]

So, without further ado, let's get started:

✋ HOLD IT! ✋

• Okay so before I discuss my experience, let's discuss my recording process. I have 17 recorded videos 🎦📲on my smartphone (the Honor 8C), one of which is from the VLC media player 🎦🖥️. However, squeezing 17 videos in one package wouldn't fit in my (Tumblr) post 😕, so I decided to slice it in half to make a minimum of 500 MB per video post 🪓, not to mention, the adjustments, speeding up the process, and adding subtitles. 🎦✏️🖥️ And thus, I made two videos. It took 7 hours to finish these videos between 7 PM to 2 AM (Apr 21st to 22nd). And man, I'm all relieved after editing. So much so, I want a take a break after this, but I can't because I want to end my ambitious topic sooner before celebrating my birthday, next month (May 6th). Regardless, at least I'm all done with editing, and all was left is to type in with my thoughts. And uhh, if you see me shirtless, then my apologies for that, I completely forgot to wear a shirt before recording. lol 😅 Plus, it's damn heat season in my country (The Philippines), so it's hard enough to sweat my glands while progressing (, both daylight & night), you know. 🥵☀️ Anyways, let's get over with...

My Recorded & Edited Video (using Filmora 9): (pls watch) ↑ 🎦✏️🖥️

• Alright so, what you see here is I combine two techs in one digital memory sandwich before I connect it to my current PC. Yeah, I speed it up my thoughts because I've already add subtitles. So please, go watch my entire 8½ minute recording before you read my thoughts. Anyways, here are the photos I took before I proceed. ↓ [please see my 1st to 5th image(s)]

• See? What I told ya! It's like PB&J Sandwich, right you two?! They get it... But, please don't eat it. lol

• However, once I install my custom NVMe my PC won't read, and thus I need to do manual & painstaking troubleshooting (1st Round). It took me minutes to fix without disassembling it before it functions. What a relief! Here are more pictures before I firing up my PC. ↓ [please see my 6th & 7th image(s)]

• What a thing of beauty, isn't it? What I don't like is the plastic peg. It should it go with metal screws over this. (just saying)

• Next, I need to open "Computer Management" for setting up my NVMe stick from switching "GPT" (which stands for "GUID Partition Table") to format with "NTFS" (which stands for "NT file system and the New Technology File System"), and then I proceed to install Samsung's provided "Data Migration". I also downloaded the "Samsung Magician" software in a form of the RAR file. Which, I'll discuss in my final part.

• Once my NVMe is formatted & installing the data migration, the latter automatically opens (at a slow pace). Sorry, my physical drive is having a rough day, but don't, my HD will be retired once I've done migrating. Before I start migration take a look at their capacity differences. Their quite an opposite when it comes to storage spaces of 400GB (Seagate Barracuda 7200) & 1TB (Samsung SSD 970 EVO Plus NVMe). So anyway, I start the migration process & wait for couple of hours. ↓ [please see my 8th image]

• [9th image ↑] And while we're wait, my paper dolls seem to be hungry. Luckily, I have a single fun size M&Ms for my beloved paper dolls! Take it, you two & eat share. Yum-yum!

10th & 11th Image(s): ↑

• Hours later, the migration is almost complete! Until the physical drive went to halt the process despite the red light indicator immediately stopping blinking. *Sigh* We're SO CLOSE to reaching 100% migrating files & OS to my first owned NVMe stick! So, I guess we're gonna try again on the second attempt.

But, will it succeed? I don't know, so please click here to proceed Part 2 of the video → [CLICK ME!].

○ No overall thoughts this time around! ○

Well, that’s all for now!

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nightcall99 · 3 months

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Notes from 20.2.24

'Nothing here is for me'. Yeah.

Here's some boring ranting about my life. (I'm not here right now, I'm an NPC. Can you tell the difference?)

SM is getting shipped off again for a few weeks to another store, and today he said, Nice knowing you, yeah? I said, We already did this last month, I don't know why you keep popping back here so I have to keep saying goodbye, it's kind of annoying. He said, Yeah I know. Normal friends just continue on being friends regardless of where they are physically, but we've always had a complicated relationship. It's like when you know someone too well, and realise it doesn't translate outside of being in forced close proximity. Anyway, then I saw him at the supermarket after work and I knew he saw me first but didn't say anything. Then I walked past him outside while he was waiting for his Uber and he pretended not to see me, until I said something first. I know I invented all this to show me how I really feel. Which is hurt. We used to be so close. I dunno, I've let everyone go except him. There's just a tiny twinge left and that's why I had that dream yesterday. He was one of the few people in my life who was genuinely a good listener. I used to be able to say anything to him and he was never fazed. It's always me being the good listener.

Anyway, AL is annoying me too. On Sundays, we usually stay back for hours to gossip but I wasn't feeling it. So I invented her getting pissed off at the students because they never pull their weight and so she got into a bad mood and wanted to go home immediately. I was happy because that meant I could go home and read my YA fantasy books. I finish one per day almost. There's nothing else to do. I said it before but I don't leave the house unless it's to go to work. I might go to the supermarket, but that's it. I have no desire to go for a walk. I really need to service my car and pump my tires and fill up the wiper fluid. And go to the optometrist and the dentist but I can't bring myself to. I really need to clean out my closet. Re-string my guitar. Clean off the layer of dust on everything. If I focus in on it, it becomes real. But I don't, so it's not real. And things just work out.

I forgot some part-timer kid's name. Made a joke of it, and now she fist bumps me whenever she sees me. On New Year's day, the fridge broke down causing a temperature excursion for all the stuff in there and that meant I had to contact all the drug companies and figure out if the stock was still viable to use. It's been so busy, so I never got round to it and also I just didn't want to do it. When I came back to work last week after my time off, it had all been sorted out and I didn't have to do anything. I smirked inside my head. Today, some special injections for a patient went missing, two of them at $4000 each (it wasn't out of our own pocket, the medication was organised under compassionate supply for the patient and hence free to them, but still) and I was so feeble and indifferent on the phone explaining to the nurse that I simply don't know where the injections went. I didn't care at all. I thought 'Whatever, it's sorted'. Next thing I know, we get an email saying that more injections will get posted out to us. No worries. Awesome.

Things just work out. I don't feel guilt much anymore. I used to be such a stickler for altruism and morality but the pretence is gone. I see both sides of the coin at all times and it's boring. I'm not a good or a bad person. I just am. I have nothing left. Just this body. I focus on this body. I mean I don't exercise but I make sure I always look pretty. I do my hair. I like looking pretty. I like complaining about it afterwards, that I attracted attention. AL and I are pretty toxic like that, we go to each other and we sneer at men who leer at us. While also using the male gaze to our advantage. Men are stupid and simple and I can get away with things. My manager was too scared to ask me to deal with the fridge breech issue, so SM did it. Yeah, I'm vain. I wouldn't have made it long in this life if I had to continue living here. I don't want to age. There's nothing wrong with aging but personally, I do not want to age. Well to be honest, the real reason I wouldn't have made it long in this life is that I don't know how to look after myself because I have never, ever been tethered to reality. It was just pretending all along. Now I don't have to pretend anymore. I'm just a silly girl, really. AL and I agreed the other day that we're only alive to experience romantic tension. And to look in the mirror. Lmao. If it weren't for my parents, I would have died years ago. I mean, it feels like I was supposed to already be gone by now. This NPC has it's functional limits. It wasn't built for more of whatever the fuck this life is.

Anyway yeah, there's nothing left to live for. Except, maybe beauty. And that's it. I have Venus in Libra, what can I say? I enjoy beauty of every kind. Not the world though. Not planet Earth. Maybe's there's still pockets of beauty out there in the natural world but I don't go looking for it anymore. Trees and ponds and shit are dead. I'm talking about all the things that were inspired by the world, but are not really of it. Never really were. Books, poetry, film, music, photography, paintings, fashion. The idea of love. Being in love with the idea of love. To me, this has never changed. It has always been my constant. These things were never 'real' before and they aren't 'real' now. It was always just something imagined, out of hope or whatever. We created an escape through the creation of beautiful things because all along, we have always been dissatisfied. The ground we stood upon was never enough. And that feeling, it needed to come out. I was born with it.

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cupidssorbett · 8 months

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Thigh riding.

Characters: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Valeria, (Slowly building up the list, ignore that soap isn't here because his part deleted and I'm tired xoxo!)

Includes: Praise, Slight degrading, Edging, Thigh riding, Nicknames(love, darlin’, etc.), No use of Name/YN, AFAB but no specific pronouns or anything. NOT PROOFED!!

PS: Apologies for not posting this yesterday! I forgot with all the stuff I've had to do! 10 will be posted with 11 tomorrow!

John Price:

You'd heard of thigh-riding through a conversation, not completely sure how it got to that but it had you intrigued. You just weren't sure how you could bring it up to Price, he was fairly open minded but it's not something that just comes up in a conversation.

So you were sat in bed toying with your big tee that you snagged from him as he finished his night routine joining you in bed, you thought you hid your nerves and your need to discuss and maybe go through with it but Price wasn't a man who could miss even the smallest thing and he could notice you and whatever was eating at you.

"Alright, what's gettin' at ya hm?" He asked with a raised brow as he dried his hair, "Ah, it's nothing darling, honest." You stated simply trying to wave it off but he wasn't buying it. Taking a seat beside you on the bed and taking one of your hands into his he looked at you, "Your a bad liar love, come on, what is it?" He asked again this time softly rubbing your knuckles with his thumb putting you at ease.

Price was a good man, he was tough when it needed but a big teddy bear with you, with an inhale and an exhale you braved yourself up to get it out. "Thigh-riding." You blurted out, your cheeks becoming red, as he blinked looking at you before he chuckled then laughed a bit. "Come on! Don't laugh that makes it worse!" You said playfully hitting his arm eliciting more chuckles and laughter.

"And why is it bad to begin with hm?" He questioned with what that stupid smile that quirked up his beard, "Well..I didn't know how you would ya know feel about doing it." your voice became quieter as you said it, when you finished he raised a brow slightly, "You want to try it out hm?" Price rubbed a hand over his beard as if contemplating it to which you nodded with an exhale. Until your head quickly perked up when he shrugged, "I don't see why not darlin', if your hearts in it, then I'd love to give you a new type of pleasure." You blinked as if trying to gauge and make sure he meant it and was alright with it earning another chuckle as he tucked a finger under your chin.

Bringing your lips to his with a little hum before pulling away, "Don't doubt for a second I wouldn't want to give you anything but what you want, plus your little idea has me interest love." Carefully moving from you sitting back and patting his thighs, "C'mon, let's do this." He said with a small wink earning a relaxed laugh from you as you carefully hurried over unsure for a moment, to which he took your hand kissing the back before leading you to sit steadily on one of his thighs and the groan he elicited noticing you had no underwear on and just his shirt had you fluttering around nothing.

Settling his hands on your ass gently he began to help you find a pace, the friction that his pants clad thigh gave your cunt had your hands settling onto his chest gripping the shirt lightly. "There ya go darlin'..You've got it." He murmured softly watching the way your hips grounded softly against his thighs, giving your ass a softly squeeze eliciting little noises that he adored to hear.

You huffed and found a pace you enjoyed, his name leaving your lips in gentle pants and mewls as his hands moved up to your hips settling there letting you move how to pleased. "John.." You murmured out as you began to move faster a little more desperate earning a soft chuckle as he rubbed soft circles in your skin.

The sounds of his praise and your breathing, mewls, keens whatever noises left your lips filled the room as you began to chase that high, "Come on come on.." he murmured softly as Price's lips met yours that coil tightening muffling the moan that escaped when you reached that high, your cunt fluttering around nothing as you gripped his shirt. Carefully leaning against his chest as he kissed your head, "So, Was it all you thought it was?" he questioned as you nodded.

"Don't be afraid to ask then next time darlin'."

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

His hands gripped your waist in an almost bruising way, those greenish hazely eyes dead set focused on the way your grinded and moved on his thigh. He'd come home late, he wasn't staying long, he'd just happen to leave something home but instead he found you in a compromising way, his name leaving your lips in soft honeyed sighs and he just couldn't leave you that way.

"Come on..I know ya need this darlin'." He murmured that thick deep voice sending shivers down your spin, his gloved hands loosening their grip just barely to trace circles with his thumbs on your skin. Bouncing his leg ever so slightly to gauge your reaction, and when he got the one he wanted of you gripping onto him and your words becoming jumbled he couldn't resist.

He help you set the most mind melting pace that gave you the delicious friction you wanted so bad against your clit, him bouncing his leg only added to it, your eyes rolling back slightly as he murmured all kinds of words into your ear. "I know ya can do it..C'mon."

"Simon, Simon s'too much." You managed out in your panting shallowed breathed state, "Nah c'mon..You can do it." his eyes and his grip on you and the fact he was so dead set on your pleasure had you reeling that coil forming in your stomach had you setting your pace it far more than before.

Biting down on your lip softly to keep noises in was a fail, keens and mewls escaping as he kept his hands steady on your hips. "M'gonna-!" you were cut off by coil snapping and your body convulsing slightly against his. Panting and catching your breath from your high. Simon chuckled lightly looking down at the mess on his thigh and the now ache in his pants.

"Looks like I'll be here a bit longer love."

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Gaz's face found purchase in your neck, nipping the skin and placing open mouthed kisses watching as you rode his thigh so desperately. He couldn't help but chuckle.

You'd brought it up to him just as a joke but when he seemed dead serious on trying it out with you, you could not ignore the butterflies it gave you, or the way right now it had you leaning against him for support.

"Yep..Just like that, do it at your own pace sweetheart." Gaz hummed against your skin as his hands traced soft patterns on the skin of your waist/hips, watching as your movements became more desperate and your breathing shallower.

Your eyelids sat half lidded, downcasted to where you were rubbing your bare cunt against his thigh, the need to cum had you placing your hands on his chest, brows knitted softly, a small pout on your lips. "Relax..Relax, don't push it." he tilted your head back up to look at him. "Go at a pace you want."

With a soft shaky sigh you began to grind your hips at a pace that you found enjoyable, that had your thighs clamping around his, your face coming to hide in his neck as you dragged your sopping wet cunt back and fourth on his jean clad thigh.

A few more calculated movements later and that feeling forms in your lower stomach and you can't help but chase it not giving yourself enough time to tell Gaz as your nails dig into his back, soft gasps and pants leaving your lips as you steadied yourself.

"Woahh..Lookit this mess you made, think we'll have to find a way to..clean it up yeah?"

Valeria Garza:

To say you’d been teasing her all day would be an understatement, you knew she was going to be busy with business relations and that you weren't going to see her much. But you'd make sure she still saw you.

You decided to clean out your closet some rather showy pieces caught your mind, a cheeky smile made its way to your lips and then the idea planted itself into your brain, deciding that trying them on and sending your girlfriend some pictures would be a good idea, because you needed some "advice."

So in the middle of talking to some others, Valeria's phone dinged a few times, she didn't see a need to step away, so she just let the people before her continue talking as she opened it, clenching it in her hands upon seeing the risky images you'd sent her. One of them noticed and she just brushed it off but she knew damn well what she was doing once she got back to you.

For the rest of the time you laid on your bed scrolling through social media or getting up to get whatever you had done. Then, Valeria arrived home, you could hear her calling for you downstairs.

"Upstairs my love!" you called sitting up on the bed still in one of her favorites, you heard her boots coming up the stairs, and in one swift moment she came into the room and had your chin in her hands, not bruising or any kind of pain just in a way that had your eyes on her.

Valeria slowly leaned her head down to just barely brush her lips on yours, “You’ve been really desperate huh querida?”(darling) she whispered her lips so close to yours just barely brushing, you managed out a soft whimper, “No no..none of that, not now at least, come on all of those images, while I was around others?” Valeria sneered slightly as she leaned in even more.

With a soft exhale you nodded your head, “Yes..Yes okay I was,” you admitted desperate for her attention, gasping softly as her hand slowly slid down the front of your torso closer to your panties. “Mhm mhm..Sending me all those things while I was busy.” She added a click of her tongue behind her teeth before pulling away from your lips and bringing her hand away from you so desperately needed her eliciting a whine from your lips.

“You’re going to work for it, especially after the way you’ve been today cariño.”(sweetheart) Valeria motioned for you to get up off the bed, carefully you did as she kept your hands in hers, she took your spot on the bed before spreading her legs slightly and patting one of her thighs. “Come on,” she hummed and you obliged.

Her hands quickly found purchase on your hips/waist, “Go on, use my thigh.” She purred as she set her lips to your neck, planting all kinds of kisses and marks as you softly began grinding your panty covered cunt against her thigh. Starting slow and gentle until she began to bounce her leg which earned more mewls from you as you steadied your hands on her chest trying to keep your self steady.

“You’re going so good, mhm..look at you so flirty you’re getting off on my thigh like it’s second nature.” Valeria whispered against your skin not stopping the bouncing of her leg in the slightest, your mind felt fuzzed slightly by this point, soft mewls and keens coming from your parted lips becoming muffled as soon as she attatched hers to yours.

Passionate yet rough as she allowed you to grind and rub desperately against her thigh. “Mmph..Wanna..” you managed out to which she sped up her leg bouncing with a wicked smile at the way gasps flew from your mouth digging your nails into her shirt.

“Come on..I wanna see that pretty face when you cum, and only over my thigh how pathetic hmm?” Valeria planted one more kiss to your neck as that coil in your belly snapped as you stilled your movements. She held you in place carefully stilling you on her thighs as she rubbed your back, “Did so good cariño.” (sweetheart) she murmured praise as you can down from your high.

“However for what you did, we are far from done.”

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handelplayssims · 1 year

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Aww crap! I completely forgot about the NAP repeals! And I wanted to do that yesterday as well! Well, at least today is a work-from-home day, so he has the freedom to move about the neighborhood to do that. Also Gunther woke up from a nightmare about an overly muscular Yammachan. You do get nightmares that interrupt your sleep if you go to bed scared. Gunther’s want is to chat and get to know Rua so that’s nice and convenient for asking for a NAP repeal signature. All of Rua’s work assignments take him elsewhere so I asked Rua and called over Arun and managed to get the signatures I needed.

With that, Gunther and the boys are off to the Arts Quarter! Both work requirements have to be fulfilled there. Eating four dishes specifically at the arts quarter and trying three different flavors at the Bubble Blower, which has a public one at the Cabash Gallery. The food stands we have out there is a produce seller and a tea one. ...don’t know if the tea one would count and also there isn’t a vendor there so, let’s try eating some fresh fruit. Can now confirm that eating a grape doesn’t count! But by the time we ate said grape, a tea vendor arrived! Gunther is more of a coffee person but ya take what you can get! Even if this doesn’t count. It also didn’t count. Dang. I gotta get creative.

There’s a bartender on staff at the Cabash Gallery, so I ask for some food from him. Pita and Hummas, to be precise. There is also a fridge. No oven but enough to make some dishes that don’t require one. So I set Gunther a-cooking! And then, a-snacking! And ya wonder why Gunther gains such weight so quickly. All the while overly eager fans were cheering. If they were truly fans, they would leap to eat food he was making. And then I remembered I had the Laud Meal interaction, which essentially did that. Hooray.

Time to -ahem- blow some bubbles. Depending on the flavor cartages, these can give very good bonus moodlets! I just don’t normally go for them and go for yoga instead if I want buffs because it’s quite a bulky object to have around the house.

But enough of that, it’s time to go home and go to bed early. Those ghosties mess up our sleep schedule and he’s ultra-tired at 7PM. But we’re going to continue on because this’ll be a rather short post. Anyway!

Neighborhood Watch!

Brindleton Bay: The Guzman household recently moved out.

Newcrest: The Rios household recently moved out.

Okay byeeeeeee! Move into a place and swiftly move out I see.

Anyway, I had Gunther use his 4AM wake-up time to go and do some household maintenance. And by that, I mean get rid of the creepy things around the house and check the spiritual volatility. All is well and calm here.

Oh and Gunther has now officially smooched a ghost. Heh! And asked him to be his boyfriend. You go Gunther! And Woohoo’d as well, to finish things off. Heh. Finish. Even got a little achievement for for woohooing a ghost! Fun fun.

I attempted to regain passion before going into work and got the tense moodlet. Eh, let’s try one more day before career hopping. Return home from work, and we got the wants to analyze a book, which’ll give Gunther a nice inspired moodlet, and don’t stumble. So essentially, don’t do strenuous physical activity that much. Got it. He read the book and then I started work on his aspiration again, by skilling a bit more in the logic skill. We got the chess table but hey, it’s actually a clear night so we can go star-gazing once the sun goes down!

...or he could be sleepy at 7PM. Alas. Let’s just get a good workout in and then go to-

...ah. Yep. Say hello to Temperance everyone. She’s an angry ghost who will mess things up!

Including using your séance table to invoke and lower the spiritual vibes of your home to make things more trouble!

Look at ‘em. Look at the angry ghosties. I managed to catch them at a cute picture but they can get MAD. Not that Gunther knows or notices. He’s sleepy. He needs sleep. He chatted with a nicer ghost nearby and everything seemed fine so he’s going to bed.

...to get immediately disturbed by bumps in the night. Ah well.

Anyway, Guidry gives us some handy advice to deal with Temperance. A weird idol thing. I’d set it down but Gunther is busy eating food.

Oh, and we have this weird yellow ghost who will pop up rarely. Just kinda exhudes an aura of awkardness. And here, have a better look at the angriest of ghosts! Extremely sleepy, we send Gunther to bed. Good thing he has no work tomorrow!

Neighborhood Watch!

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#sims 4 #liveblogging #gunther munch #city living pack #paranormal pack

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sparklingpax · 3 years

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AHAHAHAH ANGY WOLF MEGAN (sorta) OWO ✨✨✨✨

Finished this yesterday but forgot to post like the idiot I am 😳

SO YEYE HERE YA GO!! 💜✨💜✨💜

*drops and runs*

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loousir · 3 years

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Neighbours {Uno}

Uno x Male Reader

Anime: Nanbaka

Warnings: Uhm, this one might be weirdly written...

Masterlist

Originally Posted on January 4, 2021

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"Ow! That was really unnecessary!" You yelled at who you know as Supervisor Sugoroku. "It was more than necessary considering you're being a pain." He said locking the cell you were thrown in. You groaned and explored your cell a bit.

Building 13, cell 12, inmate number (#)

(F/N) (L/N)

You sighed as you laid down in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do since you knew you were being watched extra considering this was the third building you've been transferred to. You started out in building 5 with Samon but it quickly turned out that you really liked to slip out of his grasp and run off to building 3.

Kiji didn't mind too much that you got transferred into his building considering you always called him out if his makeup was off or fading. He really appreciated you for that until you offered to do his makeup and make him look like a clown. Or at least more of one than he already was.

Finally you were transferred to building 13. That was where you would be from now on considering Supervisor Sugoroku wouldn't take any of your shit. You were told about the boys in the next cell over but didn't really think it was true until you heard the alarm go off. You scrambled to your feet to see what was going on and saw the four infamous inmates run by. The guy with long pink and blonde braided hair really caught your eye.

"How does someone even get hair that long.." You asked yourself softly. Right as you said that, the supervisor ran by. "I can see why they put me here." You said out loud as you laid out your blanket. It was getting late so you decided to just try and sleep.

Before you drifted off into the only peaceful place in this prison, you heard a faint, "Hajime, you didn't tell us we have a new neighbor!"

~The Next Morning~

You felt something poking your face, thinking it was your cell mate so you just ignored it.

Wait.. I don't have a cell mate anymore.

You shot up and slapped the hand away, becoming defensive and glaring at the person who was poking you. "Jeez man chill! I thought you died in your sleep or something, we've been here for a while now." You noticed it was the blonde from yesterday. Looking around him you saw the other three guys he was running with.

"I have two questions. How the hell did you get in here and why." You more or less stated than asked. "Well, my pal Jyugo here is the key to the world so we slipped out of our cell, as usual, and snuck into yours while you were sleeping!" You tilted your head slightly and raised a brow. "So you're saying hes good a lock picking?" The boy with green hair nodded. "Yup!"

"Now, why are you four in here again?" You said looking around, seeing their numbers. "15, 11, 25, and 69. So you four are the ones that are always trying to escape right?" 11 nodded. "And we came in to see who you were, Hajime didn't tell us we had a new neighbor." "I can understand why he didn't say anything.." You mumbled. "Hey I heard that! It wasn't even my idea." 69 said crossing his arms.

"Yeah, it was all Uno's idea!" 25 said copying 69's pose. "I'm guessing that's you." You said pointing to the mentioned male. "That's him." 15 said. "Anyway, now that you know why we're here, mind introducing yourself?" Uno said sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You instantly tensed up and tried to push him away but he didn't budge.

"So.. My options are respond to the questions or wait till the Supervisor comes.." You accidentally said out loud. "I mean, pretty much." 15 said. You sighed and said, "(Y/N). I'm a transfer from building 3. Number (#)." 11's eyes widened slightly. "Wait you came from building 3?" You nodded. "I was originally from building 5."

"That's crazy. What did you do to get transferred twice?" 69 asked. "Well I liked to run away from Samon to building 3 so they shoved me there with Kiji." You said shrugging. 11 still hung on your shoulder as you talked, staring at the side of your face. You could feel his eyes watching your mouth move. "In few words, I made Kiji look like a clown. And that's how I got here."

You stood up leaving 11 on the bed behind you. "Mind telling my your names since this is my cell after all?" You said standing by the window. "My name's Nico!" The boy with green hair perked up. "This is Rock, Jyugo, and Uno." He said pointing to each as he said their name. You turned your head to Jyugo and analyzed his face. He looked uncomfortable as you stared him down.

You did the same to the other three. Rock didn't seem fazed by the staring and Nico just smiled brightly at you. Uno on the other hand just smirked at you. "Like what you see?" He asked, the cocky tone in his voice showing clearly. "No." You said straight faced. A look of hurt quickly replaced his smirk.

I love what I see.

You went back over to window and stared out of it. "We should get back before someone comes by." Uno said, sounding hurt by your words but clearly trying to cover it so no one would ask. "Bye (Y/N)!" Nico said as they walked out. "Uno, quit being so pouty." Rock said once they were outside. They said something else but you didn't hear. You yawned and continued to look out the window until one of the guards came by.

"(#), its time to go eat." They said unlocking your cell. You nodded and held out your hands to be cuffed. The bluenette looked at your hands before looking back at you. "Just come on." He said leading you to the cafeteria. Once you entered you looked around and noticed the boys from cell 13 sitting down and eating. You didn't want to bug them so you found a different spot before going to get some food.

After getting your meal of choice, you sat down at the empty table and started to eat. Damn, this is way better than the other buildings.. You thought to yourself as you continued to eat. While you did so, you didn't notice the pair of blue eyes staring at you again. It's a lot calmer here, kinda nice.. You scanned the room and looked at the people who stayed in the same building as you. While your eyes were examining your surroundings you locked eyes with a certain someone you didn't expect to be staring.

The both of you stared at each other before you broke eye contact, a slight blush on your face. Even though you two were a distance away you could see his eyes perfectly. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a gemstone, almost identical to his eye color. You quickly slipped it back into your pocket once you heard footsteps growing closer. "Hey neighbor~" Uno said sitting close to you, close enough your sides were touching.

"What do you want." You said as you continued to eat. "So cold. I was wondering what you just slipped back into your pocket." He said sneakily reaching to grab it out of your pocket while you ate. "Uno don't even try." You said looking over to him. The both of you locked eyes again and he was the one who broke the gaze. "What? I wasn't trying anything!" He said acting as if he did nothing. "Suure.." You said as you started to eat again.

The two of you were quiet for a moment before he spoke up. "Did you really mean what you said earlier?" He asked with his head laying on the table. You looked over to him, surprised by his calm tone. It was silent for a second before you answered. "Yeah, I just think you took it in a different way than I intended." His head tilted slightly as he looked at you from the table top. "What do you mean by that?"

"Think about it. If someone said no to liking something whats the other reason they would say no? And I don't mean because they dislike it." You said while you finish what you had. Uno looked confused as he thought. "I still don't get what you mean." He said looking at you again.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Uno had a shocked yet understanding look on his face. "I'm guessing it finally clicked." You said smirking. "Alright! Back to your cells!" One of the gaurds yelled. You stood up to throw your plate away but Uno stopped you. "I'll be at your cell in a few." You raised a brow and rolled your eyes as he walked off to join the others. You did the same and headed back to your cell.

Once you got back to your cell you went to your bed to sit and read. You chose a random book and started to read. A slight breeze made its way past you, causing you to shiver. Its way colder here. You thought as you continued to read. As you got lost in the sea of words you were pulled out of it when your door opened. Uno and Jyugo were standing there. "Thanks Jyugo!" Uno said walking in. Jyugo just nodded and shut the door behind Uno and walked back to his cell.

You marked your place and set it aside as Uno joined you on the bed. "So what did you come here for?" You asked looking over to him. "I never answered your question!" He said with a smile on his face. "Which one?" You asked tilting your head slightly. "You really forgot? This just happened." He said getting a bit closer. You backed up slightly only for him to keep getting closer. Eventually you ended up against the wall and Uno had you trapped under him.

"What are y--!!" Uno closed the gap between the two of you with a kiss. Your eyes widened slightly as a blush dusted your cheeks. You didn't kiss back due to shock. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his blue ones showing brightly. "Yes, I do believe in love at first sight." He said kissing you again. You closed your eyes and kissed back. You could feel him smirk against your lips before he pulled away.

You blushed and looked away from him. "I'm gonna get going before I get in trouble." He said getting up and walking over to the door. "See ya later!~" He said walking out.

You glared at the door and rolled your eyes. Reaching into your pocket you felt that the gemstone wasn't there. "You piece of shit!" You yelled going to the door. Uno just laughed and went back into his cell. "Y'know Uno, that looks just like your eyes!" You heard Nico say. "Yeah, it kinda does! No wonder he likes me so much." Uno said just loud enough for you to hear, knowing you were still listening. You groaned and laid down on the bed.

Stupid cute asshole

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#m4m #mxm #x male reader #uno x male reader #nanbaka x male reader

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animeluvu · 3 years

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✧. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀: “Good morning doll, or good night depending on when you hear this. Have a good day at work/school, make sure to try your hardest, but I already know you do. Make sure to eat lunch and dinner today because you tend to forgot to eat like the idiot you are sometimes. But it’s okay, since you are my idiot; don’t worry I wouldn’t have it any other way! And remember doll, it’s okay to take breaks when you’re tired; everyone takes breaks and so should you! I’ll see you later in the day but I still want you to listen to what I said. And besides, if you won’t take care of yourself I will!”

✧. 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔: “Hey baby! I’ve missed ya, I know I haven’t seen in ya in three weeks and two days, and yes I counted. Have ya missed me? Ya better have! You’ve better been takin’ care of yourself because if ya haven’t I’ll be mad! I know you usually tell me to stop over workin’ myself but that will all be useless if ya haven’t been taking care of yourself, babe! So if you’re working on something right now I want you to stop and take a break, whatever you’re working on ya can work on later! Please take a breather, and eat a meal! Drink some water, and take a nap. I miss ya so much, and I love ya so much. Just a few more days till’ I get there! So wait for me, like ya always do!”

✧. 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔: “Hey beautiful/handsome, have ya been eating well? Eating three meals, drinking water, and gettin’ a good night’s sleep? If ya haven’t eaten today make sure to eat, I wouldn’t want ya starvin’ on me! Although I did make sure ya ate yesterday, I need to know if ya ate today. So make sure ya eat and then call me. You’ve been doing so well lately and I’m so proud of ya for that, you’re doing so well, so well, and ya can’t tell me otherwise! I’ll be excited to see ya! When ya finished with work/school for the week let’s go on a date, where ever you’d like! I’ll make sure to spoil ya rotten, ya here me! Again I just wanted to say that I’m so proud of ya for doing your best. I love ya, alright beautiful/handsome and nothin’s gonna stop me from lovin’ ya.”

✧. 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀: “Hey love, how are you? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call you recently. I’ve been really busy with practice but I’ll make sure to come by tomorrow to check on you. Are you taking care of yourself? Have you been taking showers and staying clean? I hope you’ve been eating well. I’m so proud of you, you’re doing amazing and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Make sure to eat your three meals today. And just remember that I love you, okay?”

✧. Please take this as an offering for not posting for a month and a half. I have around 18 other drafts that I hope to work on so please take this.

✧. Also I wish everyone a good day/night! I hope you are all drinking and eating well. Please make sure to take care of yourselves!

✧. And sorry for how short Sakusa’s is I didn’t mean for it to be that short.

I hope you enjoyed ~ ♡︎

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strawberryteaprincess · 3 years

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The Class Group Chat: Part 2

(sorry for not posting yesterday. i forget date .-.)

20 03 Thursday

Alya: i need help

Alix: hey alya. sup?

Alya: anyone know how to solve question 5 on the math homework?

Alix: WE HAD MATH HOMEWORK????

Alya: -_-

Max: @Alya You need to use the Pythagoras theory to solve for c before finding the area and then using it to find the area of the rectangle.

Alya: ohhhh, thats what i do?

Alix: WHATS THE MATH HOMEWORK?!

Alya: pg 103 of our textbook, numbers 1-10

Alix: 10 questions?!

Alya: and they have kids

Alix: what??

Max: She means they have sub-questions.

Alix: DOES MADAME LAURENT WANT TO KILL US?!

Lila: actually, she's MADEMOISELLE Moulin now. She got divorced a few days ago.

Alya: SHE GOT WHAT?!

Max: Are you sure Lila?

Lila: at least, thats what i heard from aurore

Adrien: Hey guys! what are we talking about?

Alix: WHO KNOWS HOW TO SOLVE QUESTION 1A

Adrien: Oh, it's a quote from the extract on line 5 of the first paragraph

Alix: what extract???

Alya: Adrien, its 5.4 litres

Alix: THANK YOU!

Adrien: oh, you meant for the math homework

Adrien: I thought you meant the literature homework

Alix: WE HAVE LITERATURE HOMEWORK????

Alya: WHAT?! I DIDN'T KNOW!

Max: You didn't? I did.

Lila: oh, i did too but my rare illness needed a surgery so i was unable to do the homework

Adrien: oh the lit homework isnt that long Lila. im sure youll be able to finish it if u start now

Lila: ... thanks adrien

Adrien: anytime 😇

Marinette: why are all of you chatting so late 😑

Alix: MARINETTE, WHATS THE LITERATURE HOMEWORK?!

Marinette: um, i dont remember. pg 18 i think?

Alix: THANK YOU!

Lila: @Marinette actually marinette, its page 27.

Marinette: i dont remember being the one who asked

Lila: wow mari u dont have to be so mean

Alix: Wait, so what page is it???

Adrien: actually Lila, marinettes right. its page 18. u should check ur sources before giving Alix the wrong info. just some friendly advice :)

Lila: ...

Lila: oh, thank you babe

Marinette: COUGH COUGH, EXCUSE ME???

Lila: oh, i didnt tell u. adrien and i are dating

Adrien: no were not

Lila: yes we are

Adrien: no were not

Lila: yes we are

Adrien: no were not

Alix: STOP SPAMMING THE CHAT AND TELL ME THE ANSWER FOR NUMBER 1B!

Marinette: oh, well bi is sandstone while bii is convergent

Alix: ??????

Max: She means for the geography homework.

Alya: WHAT DID U JUST SAY?!

Adrien: wait, we had geography homework?!

Lila: oh, i knew about that one too, but i like i said, my surgery took a lot of time so i couldnt do it

Alya: why dont u stop texting and start writing then???

Lila: ...

Alya: u know what, why am i even online?!

Alya: Marinette, whats the geo homework?!

Marinette: page 54, numbers 1 to 15

Alya: FIFTEEN?!

Marinette: Mr. Lavigne gave us this last week. why have none of u done it -_-

Rose: wait! whats all this about homework???

Kim: wait, we had homework? 😨

Alya: IF ABSOLUTELY ANYONE KNOWS WE HAVE ANY HOMEWORK LEFT, TELL US ALL NOW

Juleka: has anyone else done the biology homework?

Alya: MERCI LE DIEU. something ive done

Alix: ERROR! DID U JUST SAY BIOLOGY??!!

Kim: WE HAVE HOMEWORK???? 😱

Marinette: yeah, its an essay on the alimentary canal

Alix: Marinette im freaking pissed right now so quit speaking chinese and tell us the homework in english

Marinette: -_- that was english dummy

Alix: MAX!

Alix: TRANSLATE NOW!!!

Max: Write a 200 word essay on the digestive system.

Alix: Lord have mercy

Lila: oh, i couldnt do that one either because of my surgery

Alya: WAIT, IT WAS 200 WORDS?!

Alya: I THOUGHT IT WAS 50!!!

Nino: why the heck are you all still awake

Alya: Nino you better not tell us we have more homework

Nino: more homework?

Nino: oh, u mean the ones due tomorrow?

Alix: TOMORROW??!!!!

Rose: please tell us whats due Nino!

Nino: wait a sec, im reading the chat

Nino: oh, well, all the ones you've mentioned actually

Nino: due tomorrow

Ms. Bustier: I just saw the notifications from the chat and decided that you students need a reminder. Please remember your Literature, Mathematics, Geography, Biology and Physics homework are due tomorrow.

Juleka: oh no. im not done with my physics

Marinette: wait, physics was the diagram right?

Marinette: i totally forgot! im not done!!!

Adrien: 🙀

Rose: @Juleka im coming to ur house. we arent sleeping tonight

Alya: @Nino I AM COMING TO YOUR HOUSE. UNLOCK YOUR DOOR!

Alix: @Nino PLEASE LET ME COME TO!!!

Nino: @Alix sure but hurry up, im locking my door a few minutes after alya gets here

Kim: @Nino can i come too????

Nino: @Kim sure, just hurry

Max: Nino, if I may, may I attend this impromptu event? My assistance may be needed.

Nino: yes please

Adrien: @Marinette can i come to ur house? pwease??

Marinette: sure but ya better hurry up

Lila: wait, why is adrien going to marinettes house

Lila: hello?

Lila: does no one think thats suspicious?

Lila: guys?

Ms. Bustier: Lila, you've done all your homework?

Lila: actually ms bustier, due to my surgery, i was unable to do any of my assignments. its very disappointing and im incredibly sorry. i wish there was more time for me to get it done.

Ms. Bustier: Oh, it's okay Lila. Just send a scanned copy of your discharge papers to my email and I'll take care of the rest.

Lila: my what?

Ms. Bustier: The papers that tell me you've been discharged from the hospital. I'll send you my email if you need it.

Ms. Bustier: Lila?

Ms. Bustier: Are you still there?

#lilas currently fuming #and finishing five books of homework all by herself #also i wonder what marinette and adrien are doing #just studying?#i think not #not implying anything tho #miraculous #mlb #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb

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thelastspeecher · 3 years

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Yesterday, I saw this writing prompt post, and it made me think of my Superhero/villain AU. So, here. Enjoy.

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Stan walked down the hall of the villain hideout, a ball of flame flickering above his open palm. Normally, he tried to avoid getting assigned missions that led him into villain territory. He had a bit of a conflict of interest, after all, what with dating a villainess and having two children with her. But his girlfriend was still on maternity leave, so he didn’t argue too hard against going on this mission.

I’m not gonna run into her and have to pretend to fight her to protect both of our secret identities. Stan came to a door. He opened it cautiously, revealing a room that, unlike the rest of the lair, was lit. The reason for the lights being on was quickly obvious: someone stood in the middle of the room. Not just someone. Stan stared silently at his girlfriend Angie. Is she doing villain work? She’s supposed to be resting at home! He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Angie burst into tears.

“Shit!” Stan put out the fire and sprinted over to Angie. He put his hands on Angie’s shoulders. “Angie, are you all right?” Angie sobbed. “C’mon, babe, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Babe?” a voice said behind him. Stan froze.

Right. I’m not the only hero who got assigned to check out the hideout.

“Flamethrower, is this that girlfriend you’ve told us about?” asked Wild Woman, walking over to join Stan and Angie. Stan found out a little while back that Wild Woman’s secret identity was Angie’s favorite coworker, Bethany, so she was definitely just as worried about Angie as Stan was.

“…Yeah,” Stan mumbled quietly. “Yeah, this is my girlfriend, Angie.” Angie flung her arms around Stan’s neck, burying her face into his shoulder, continuing to cry. “Ang, what’s wrong?”

“Why are you here?” Wild Woman asked.

“I- I- someone in a mask took- took me,” Angie wailed. “I stepped outside fer a breath of fresh air after I put the babies down fer a nap and- and the next thing I knew someone grabbed me and-” She broke into fresh sobs.

Okay. That’s bullshit. Angie wouldn’t let some villain take her. Now that Stan thought about it, Angie’s crying sounded a bit fake. He felt some tension leave his shoulders. Thank Moses she’s fine. The rest of the heroes joined them.

“How long have you been here?” asked one of Stan’s other coworkers. Angie lifted her head, sniffling.

“Hours,” she whispered. The other heroes let out distressed murmurs. “I just want to get home to my lil girls. They’re- they’re only six weeks old!”

“The nerve of some villains, kidnapping a new mother for no damn reason,” muttered Wild Woman. She shook her head. “Hopefully, we’ll find the people that took you, Angie, and bring them to justice.”

“How’d ya know my name?” Angie asked tearfully. Wild Woman froze for a split second before smiling.

“I heard Flamethrower say your name.”

“O-oh.” Angie rubbed her eyes. “Darlin’, I- I want to go home.”

“Take her home,” Wild Woman said to Stan.

“Are you sure?” Stan asked. “Maybe she should just wait outside while we look through the rest of the place. You guys probably want me to help-”

“Nuh-uh,” Wild Woman said firmly. “Civilians come first, remember?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Why are you arguing? She’s your girlfriend! And, apparently, the mother of your children, too.” Wild Woman put her hands on her hips. “When were you planning on telling us you were a dad?”

“I-”

“No, please, finish whatever you were doin’,” Angie said. “I already feel much better knowin’ my darlin’ is here.” Stan felt himself turn red.

“If you’re sure…” Wild Woman said slowly. She chewed on her lip. “Well, I’ll sit to the side with you while the rest of the squad searches the place then, miss. It wouldn’t be right to leave you on your own.” Wild Woman led Angie off to the side and sat down with her. Glancing back briefly, Stan left the room to continue searching the hideout.

When Stan and the rest of the heroes came back, Angie was showing Wild Woman something on her phone. Stan walked over.

“Geez, Flamethrower, you can’t hold out on us like this,” Wild Woman said.

“Huh?” Stan asked.

“Your kids are adorable, but you haven’t brought them to HQ!” Wild Woman said, punching Stan playfully. Angie froze. “I mean, you didn’t even tell us they existed!”

“I value my privacy,” Stan mumbled.

“Well, we know now, so you’ve gotta bring them by sometime, okay?”

“…I’ll have to talk to Angie about it.” Stan held out a hand. “Ready to go home, babe?” Angie took the hand. Stan pulled her to her feet.

“Yes.” Angie smiled at Wild Woman. “Thank you fer sittin’ with me. I was awful scared.” Wild Woman smiled back.

“I don’t blame you. But don’t worry, we’ll make those villains pay for kidnapping you,” she said firmly. Angie nodded silently. “You take care.” Wild Woman pointed at Stan. “More importantly, you take care of her.”

“You got it.” Stan kissed Angie on the cheek. “C’mon.”

Stan led Angie out of the hideout. Once they were far enough away that not even super-senses could hear, Stan turned to Angie.

“Okay, explain,” he hissed quietly. Angie sighed.

“I stepped out to run a quick errand, and the errand took me ‘round here. I remembered that Lute forgot somethin’ last time he was here, so I decided to pop in and grab it. I weren’t expectin’ yer whole squad to show up.”

“Good thing you were out of costume.”

“Clearly.” Angie smirked. “By the by, don’t think I didn’t notice how worried ya got when I started cryin’.”

“You were crying, of course I was worried!”

“So?”

“I found you in a villain hideout, six weeks after you gave birth, and I’ve never heard you cry like that before.”

“Hmm.” Angie cocked her head. “Fair point.” She kissed Stan on the cheek. “Now, are ya goin’ to take me home, dashin’ hero?” Stan scooped her into his arms. Angie giggled.

“Wanna take the scenic route?” he asked, bursting into flames, but preventing the fire from spreading to his arms, to protect Angie. Angie leaned her head back to smile fondly at him.

“Whattaya think?” she asked. Stan took flight.

“Scenic route it is.”

#I love when I get randomly inspired by things~#Superhero/villain AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #(also no proofreading we die like men)#speecher speaks

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peaches-writes · 3 years

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member: hyunjin wc: 1.3k genre: fluff, high school au (yall r like reviewing for college exams in this or summ), bad boy au, secret relationship au (kinda) note: me realizing my fave period wlw film is not on the internet and projecting one of my fave scenes from it to hyunjin to cope lmao

[9:40 AM] A piece of paper rolled inside one of your black pens greets you after recess break, left outside of your usually organized pencil case for you to notice first as soon as you return from the convenience store across the street. Without even unrolling it, catching sight of Hyunjin right after, ‘sleeping’ with his earphones blasting a familiar RnB song across the room, was enough to give you an idea on who it could be from.

“What? Are you trying to cheat on exams now? It’s only the CSAT reviews, Y/N, how could you?” Your best friend and seatmate, Chaeryeong, snickers playfully when she belatedly notices the paper, elbowing your side before sitting down next to you with her snacks. “If I were you, though, I’d hide it on my eraser. I heard that’s more discreet!”

You roll your eyes at this, following her actions and sitting down as well with your own snacks. From the corner of your eye, you see Hyunjin shift in his hunched over position exaggeratedly loud, almost as if covering up an amused chuckle from him. “It’s not a cheat sheet.” You reprimand sternly, eventually cracking from the façade and giggling anyway. Exchanging your newly-bought snacks in your hands with the pen on the table, you immediately twist its cap open and take out the cartridge where the message has been rolled haphazardly around. “It’s...something else.”

Curiously, Chaeryeong leans to your side of your shared table with her banana bread and rests her chin on your shoulder as you separate the paper from the cartridge. “What is it, then? Who’s it from? Are you in on a CSAT conspiracy? Are you dating someone behind my back?” She gasps scandalously, making you laugh even more that you almost drop the bare cartridge on your lap. Ignoring your flustered reaction, she reaches for your arm and begins shaking you frantically for emphasis. “Come on, let me in on the gossip! Is he from our year? Is he older? Is he a she? Is he a they? Because if it’s a they, I’d gladly be in your exam conspiracy but not in a poly relationship—you know, just giving you a heads up.”

You hear Hyunjin shuffle in his position once more, changing the song on his earphones halfway to a quieter one that makes his intentionally faint giggle sound louder in your ears. It makes you want to burst into more laughter on the spot as well but you focus instead on returning the cartridge back in its barrel first then opening the message fully.

‘Hey, we’re still hanging out after school today, right? I heard from Jisung that your friends are having extra hours of study group today :(

- HHJ

P.S. You look really cute today.’

“’HHJ’?” Chaeryeong raises a brow before releasing a belated gasp, removing herself from your shoulder to slap your arm and hiss, “Ya! You’re still hanging out with that troublemaker, Hwang Hyunjin?!”

Glancing to said boy’s side of the room, by the entrance door where your cram school classmates have started piling in once more, you shrug in feign denial and answer, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chae.”

This time around, Hyunjin purposely lets you and Chaeryeong hear him snicker.

[10:56 AM] “Ma’am?” You raise your hand up in the middle of a mock exam, lifting it down only when your proctor has reached your side to pass her your answer sheets. “Can I go to the bathroom? I’m already done with the exam.”

Ms. Park nods and takes your answer sheet, gesturing for you to stand with a smile. “Sure, Y/N. Go on ahead.”

“Thanks, ma’am!” You nod with an equally grateful grin, waiting for her to turn her back to you before subtly pocketing your eraser and standing up from your seat.

You make a quiet beeline to the classroom’s back door where Hyunjin is seated, loudly opening the door to simultaneously drop the eraser near his foot. Stepping out of the room, you then make sure to close the door behind you quieter this time to hopefully avert the classroom’s attention away from Hyunjin.

Back inside the classroom, Hyunjin waits for your footsteps to fade onto the outside hallway first before taking out your eraser from its paper cover and noiselessly flattening the box-shaped structure.

‘Yes! We’re still on for later! I told them I’m hanging out with you but I kinda lied and said I’m tutoring you for something back in the regular classes heh...

- Y/N

P.S. You look really cute today too. Is that a new lip piercing? And...are you forgetting something?’

[11:01 AM] There’s a pink post-it note with its adhesive side turned upwards on the floor when you return from the bathroom. Finding Ms. Park sitting down on her table to watch over the students, you instinctively step on the folded note with the heel of your shoe and drag it over to your desk to discreetly hide it under your backpack on the floor.

You then hurriedly retrieve your answer sheet from Ms. Park as per classroom policy during exams before settling back down on your desk, pretending to reach for your pencil case in the outer pockets of your backpack to pick up the post-it note from the floor.

“Gosh, you two are so in love it’s so painfully obvious.” Chaeryoung mumbles teasingly under her breath as she steals a glance over to you while finishing her own exam. “If you keep this up, Yeji and I might actually spy on you two one of these days.”

Heat rises up to your neck in an instant which you expertly hide by tilting your head away from Chaeryoung and elbowing her. “We’re not...in love or anything. We’re just hanging out.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” She rolls her eyes, returning her attention back to her work.

‘Aah, now you’re lying. Am I rubbing off on you? You’re not making it any easier for me to win your friends over >:(

Anyway, it is a new piercing! I got it yesterday with Jisung so it’s still a bit painful but it’s cool, isn’t it? I also picked up something after the appointment that I thought you might like! I’ll show it later :)

- HHJ

P.S. Almost forgot! I was in a hurry to write a while back because Jisung kept bothering me but here’s your daily I love you from me <3’

“What does it say?” Chaeryoung whispers to you after a while, resting her head on top of her folded arms on the table. “The PG parts, at least.”

“Shut up.” You hiss with a chuckle, re-folding the paper before pocketing it. “He’s just, uh...asking for tutoring later.”

[12:30 PM] You find Hyunjin tying his shoelaces by your cram school’s mini parking lot as you and your friends return from buying lunch at the convenience store. With only Chaeryoung noticing as she has her arm linked with yours and pointing at Hyunjin, you shoot a crumpled piece of paper to your boyfriend that lands right under his motorcycle.

“For questions about ‘tutoring,’ you two sure are making it really dramatic.” Chaeryeong snorts in amusement at seeing you cover your mouth in giggles as you refrain from turning around to see Hyunjin pick up the paper. “You know, you two can talk to each other in person like normal people, right? At this point, I’m not even going to be surprised if a pigeon suddenly lands on your table during lecture.”

“Yeah, well, he started it.” You defend yourself, dragging Chaeryeong to catch up with the rest of your friend group before they could notice the two of you acting strange. “Come on, we’re behind everyone else! It’ll look suspicious!”

Behind you, Hyunjin excitedly opens the paper and flattens out the creases as much as he can, chuckling at your smaller than usual handwriting.

‘It better be the matching lip rings you promised before! Now, I can’t wait to see you after class even more :(

I love you too <3 The pen trick’s really neat, by the way. I really need to one-up you one of these days.

- Y/N’

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over-under-through1 · 3 years

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headcannons

(side note, Blossom as usual uses she/they pronouns)

BC gets really bad period cramps so Butch let’s her use him as a punching bag to relieve tension. it works

Mitch and Butch finish conversations/leave each other by saying “Bye Bitch”. Buttercup asked Butch once on why they do it and Butch told her “we found out that both of our names are one letter off from Bitch”

no one calls anyone by their real name unless the situation is serious. Buttercup to most of her teammates and her siblings is “BC”, Blossom is “Bloss”, Bubbles is “Bubs”, etc.

Blossoms guilty pleasure is YA cheesy romantic books. she hates that they love them

Bubbles is a big Potterhead and she makes everyone take the house quiz

Buttercup and Brick are Slytherins, Blossom is a Ravenclaw, Boomer is a Gryffindor, and Butch and Bubbles are Hufflepuffs

Butch has an avid hatred for the Gang Green Gang

I said this before but that post didn’t get shown to a lot of people, but Buttercup started giving people “nicknames” by adding random extra letters to the end of their real name just to piss them off and it became a habit

she calls Brick “Brickolas”

“good evening Brickolas”

“that isn’t my real NAME, BUTTERCUP.”

Blossom is a horrid singer

Boomer has a peanut allergy and I’ve said this in many shit posts but here’s me making it AU cannon

Boomer ALSO jokes about his trauma

poor boy is slightly fucked, please someone comfort him

I said this in the Christmas post, but I want to expand a bit. Brick can read people incredibly well. he can tell when people are lying by just the quiver of their lip, he can tell when someone is uncomfortable and needs to leave a situation from the slightest raising of the eyebrows. that being said, he cannot read Buttercup Utonium for shit

she has an unbreakable poker face, and no matter how hard Brick tries to crack her code he can’t figure it out

to understand the inner workings of Buttercup, you have to have a certain gift, and the only people who possess said gift are one Butch Jojo and one Mitch Mitchelson

and even they struggle, if Buttercup really doesn’t want anyone to know what she’s thinking

she’s able to go from expressive to stoic in 2 seconds flat, and from this skill she and Brick are the team assigned by a unanimous vote to go in for interrogations.

95% of the time they can get a confession from any suspect

literally everyone is a Marvel nerd except for Brick who once had the AUDACITY to say that DC was better. he got attacked by Buttercup, Blossom, and Butch for 5 minutes with hurtful words before Buttercup lost it and started to genuinely tackle him to the ground. Butch and Blossom did nothing to stop her. they watched on with maniacal glee. the blues eventually had to be the ones to pry her off of him. this is where Brick’s slight terror of Buttercup stems from

Butch is scared of the dark

Buttercup found out and after seeing how serious it was to Butch, decided not to poke fun at him for it

she bought him a nightlight. Butch thought she was trying to tease him but after she explained that she “just wanted to do something nice” he like,,, he looked at her, looked at the nightlight, then back at her. he smiled and said lowly “thank you”

he didn’t realize it then, but that was the moment he fell in love with her

Brick is a collector of the most obscure shit. it’s concerning

Blossom once went into his room and got curious so she opened his closet and a hundred different items came tumbling out onto them

coins, those plastic tables from pizzas, action figures, hand sanitizers, pictures of cows from magazines, bow ties, movie posters, traffic cones

yes I said traffic cones. he may be reformed but he still sometimes commits petty crimes. such as stealing street work material

Blossom organized an intervention because “jesus christ Brick you cannot keep living like this. what are you going to do with 200 bow ties?! do I even want to know where you got those traffic cones?”

I’m probably gonna start doing this once a month, start a draft at the beginning of the month and add onto it throughout then just post whatever has been added at the end, that way I can get more content out there that’s less rushed. hope you guys enjoyed this post :))

the way this was supposed to be posted yesterday but i literally forgot i made it

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novantinuum · 4 years

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Tides of Renewal (SU one-shot)

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: T (Mild TW for vague allusions to past suicidal thoughts.)

Words: 2500~

Summary: Now twenty years old and living on the other side of the country, Steven spends his morning relaxing on the beach, musing about his past, and having a chat with his dad.

Hi folks! This is actually my two-months-late “Happy Birthday, Steven” fic, ahah- amusingly, posted two months late to the day. I’m quite happy with how this short turned out.

If you read this and enjoy, I’d greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3 as well. AO3 link will be provided in the reblogs. Thank you! <3

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Tides of Renewal

Steven rises alongside the sun, but not by choice.

As he abruptly stirs, jerking onto his side under his tangled blanket, he soon realizes that he has little lingering memory of the nightmare that shook him from his slumber. Nevertheless, his heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s hanging in his throat. There’s feelings, faint impressions— someone’s blood (his, or hers?), Connie’s screams, a bubble of terror boiling from within— but that’s all he’s left with. The young man clutches at his sheets, struggling to catch his breath as is the norm most mornings. Dim light sneaks in between the edges of the curtains, offering a rough estimate of the time.

Once it’s clear his chances of sleeping in have become null and void, he entices himself out of bed with the promise of buying himself a muffin at the local coffee shop later today, a birthday treat. His routine is sluggish, but precise. He uses the bathroom, throws on his swim trunks and a thin cotton shirt, downs the pills he forgot to take last night with a quick swig of water, carefully runs his fingers through his long curls to work out the tangles, and slips his feet into the flip flops he always leaves lying right at the foot of his bed.

The young adult only takes his guitar, phone, and keys with him as he walks the mile distance from his humble studio apartment to the public beach. Around him, the world is at peace. The only sound intermingling with the gentle ebb and flow of the Pacific at this hour of the morning is the chattering of puffins that nest on the large rock outcroppings in the tide pools nearby. The edge of his lip quirks up when he finally crosses that sacred boundary— the sidewalk meeting the shore— and removes his sandals, reveling in the satisfying, grainy texture of sand squishing between his toes. Hah... the beach. Funny, that. All his traveling these past years, from mountains, to prairies, to sprawling suburbs to wooded forest towns, and it only succeeded in deepening his childhood love for the familiarity of saltwater air and tourist-filled boardwalks. Still, the secluded, rustic charm of Haystack Cove is a far cry from the Beach City he grew up in. Different people, different sights, different types of seafood sold at the markets. This place feels like a home all his own, appropriately distant from the Gem influenced settlement he’d left behind.

He crosses the fine grained sands towards his favorite sitting spot, a hefty stone jutting out from the ground, its surface buffed to a glossy finish over the years by the high tides. The water’s still distant this early in the morning, glimmers of sunlight sparkling off of the foam and spray. Yawning, he plops himself down on the stone and lifts his guitar into his lap. He strums a few random chords as a warm-up before settling into an experimental melodic sequence.

As he plays, the early morning breeze teases at the ends of his shoulder-length hair, untied and let free in all its curly splendor. It’s still quite chilly, but with the sun peaking over the horizon behind him and not a cloud in sight, the air’s bound to heat up in no time. Steven inhales deeply, soaking in the salt and light and pushing away the shadows lurking at the periphery of his mind, that twitching, exhausting anxiety that never quite seems to leave him alone these days. Unfortunately, functional does not mean carefree. While far fewer in number then when he was a teen, he still runs into plenty of moments where he’s struck blind by particularly painful reminders of his past, his gem snapping into overdrive in an instant. He’s a bit better at coping in these moments now, and walking himself down from panic attacks, but deep-rooted traumas don’t simply melt away. With that in mind, at this point he suspects he’ll likely have to deal with a mixture of therapy and meds for the rest of his life. That’s fine, though. If that’s what it takes to be at peace. He’s thankfully reached a point in his recovery where he’s more than willing to work for it.

Startling him out of his roaming thoughts, his phone chimes to life, touting the same cheery ring tone he had as a kid. He gently sets his guitar down in the sand and fishes his cell phone out of his pocket, a silent bet as to who’s calling rising within his mind. Sure enough, his dad’s contact photo proudly greets him. Hah— he called it. Steven stifles a giggle as he hits accept and lifts the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Dad!”

“Hey, Schtu-ball!” his father chimes from the other side of the country, three hours ahead. He hears a faint shuffle over the line, and then the beginnings of guitar accompaniment as the man begins to sing:

“Happy birthday to you~!”

Dad ends the line with a resounding vibrato, and a few extra jazzy chords for good measure.

“Heh heh, thanks,” he says, bashfully blushing at the attention, and gazing across the loose sands as if ensuring the secret of his birth hasn’t swelled into a nauseatingly public affair like half of his birthdays had since the start of Era 3. “Gotta say, the impromptu guitar solo pushed that to a whole new level. You just get up?”

“Yep! Bright and early. Garnet said you’d probably be awake by now, so I figured I’d call and give ya’ a good greeting to start the day. Lemme guess, you’re down there at the beach already? I think I heard waves.”

Steven’s glance lifts to admire the slowly rising tides, and the promise of each tomorrow that lies beyond. “Hah, you know me,” he says softly, taking a deep lungful of that precious salt-touched air he’s always adored. “I live for the water. Might force myself to go for a swim later before all of you come. Not sure yet,” he says, shrugging as he turns and squints in the wake of the steadily rising sun. “But my therapist said I should probably keep as active as po—“

“It’s your birthday. You do whatever makes you happy, bud,” his dad promptly reminds him, slight concern sticking to his voice. And yes, it’s practically a father’s job to worry, but his chest tightens with lingering guilt for pressing that upon him anyways. Ugh, this is because he said ‘force myself,’ isn’t it?

“Doing my best to,” he lamely offers, hoping it’ll at least end that segment of conversation. He twirls a stray strand of hair around his finger as he scours his memory for something new to offer. Thankfully, his mind quickly lands on the exciting email he received last night. He grins, knowing for sure his dad’ll love this. “Oh, uh- topic change, but I got that last job I applied for, by the way.”

“Oh? The taffy shop one?”

“Yeah! I start on Tuesday.”

“Wow, that’s- that’s awesome! They responded fast, then.”

“Yup,” Steven nods, popping the ‘p.’ “Honestly, it’s nothing much, just stocking and working the register, but it’ll give me some cash to work with.”

Some cash to finally pay for his own food instead of continuously bumming money off his dad. There’s no way he can handle full month’s rent on his own with this minimum wage job, (who on Earth could in this economy), but it might be enough to cover the smaller things. Groceries, electricity, internet. That sorta stuff. Fidgeting on the edge of the stone outcropping, his bare toes dig narrow lines in the sand. He hasn’t really had this discussion with Dad yet, but the mere concept of being wholly reliant on other people steers his mind uncomfortably close to the I’m a Burden Zone. He’d far prefer to feel like he has a stake in the game.

“I know you said you don’t mind supporting me,” he continues in a hesitant tone, twirling his finger through one of his curls, “but I still feel kinda bad—“

“Don’t. I’d rather you not have to stress yourself to the bone about money like I did when I was your age.”

The line shakes for a second. He’s pretty sure he hears the faint clink of a bowl meeting the counter from his dad’s side.

“Dad...?”

“Sorry, bud. Just putting ya’ on speaker. Figured I’d make myself some instant oatmeal,” he says, his voice sounding a bit further away from the microphone. “Goodness, though. Twenty years. That still boggles the mind.”

He gives a soft laugh. “You’re telling me. Could’ve sworn I was twelve just yesterday. And to be honest, it’s... it’s kinda weird sometimes, you know?”

“What is?”

“Being another year older. ‘Cause... well, uh...”

Steven grits his teeth, searching for the most delicate manner in which he can discuss these emotions. The feelings of his past are a really hard topic to dwell on sometimes, even in therapy, and even though he and his dad have long since had scattered discussions about what a poor mental state he was in then, he doesn’t wanna upset him too much.

“There were definitely days I assumed I wouldn’t have a future, or didn’t want one to begin with,” he continues, throat thick. “Back during all the conflict, before Homeworld reformed. And even after that, when I was... you know. And things are better, now, they’re definitely a lot better. But the idea of a ‘future’... even if I’ve got a job, a home, a girlfriend... it’s still weird to think about, I guess.“

There’s a brief silence on the line as this vulnerable admission sinks in.

“Yeah,” Dad replies eventually, clear sorrow in his voice despite how careful he thought he was in phrasing these matters. “I hear ya’.”

With a quick nervous laugh, he scratches at the nape of his neck, fingertips brushing against the thin, wispy strands of hair growing back there. “Geeze, sorry for bringing the mood down so quick. Didn’t even know I had all that on my mind until it spilled right out.”

“No, no! No need for apologies, I’m always here to listen. And in any case, I’m glad you’re in a better place now.”

Steven nods his head to himself in full agreement (momentarily forgetting that his dad isn’t actually here in the flesh to see this response). Sixteen and seventeen really, really weren’t good years for him. And even though he’s put lot of work into himself since then, he can’t help but constantly fear the possibility of relapse. His therapist told him a few sessions ago when he expressed this worry that... relapses into old thinking patterns can be common for people living with C-PSTD, and that it’s important for him to be cognizant of any unusual changes in his patterns and routines so he can quickly intervene with his box of healthy coping tactics, but... geeze. The dark, traumatic destinations his wandering thoughts end up stagnating in when the concept of relapse brushes his mind aren’t fun to acknowledge. It makes him yearn with deafening hunger for a simple switch he could flip, some magic cure-all for his brain that would stop him from having to deal with any of this awful shit in the first place— but of course, cruel universe this can be at times, those don’t exist.

“Speaking of that,” Dad speaks up again after clearing his throat, “how are those new meds treating you? You said last call your doctor was gonna change them, yes?”

“Nah, not change. There’s no need to change types,” he shrugs. “It’s just a dosage shift. And it’s fine, I think. I’ve been on ‘em for a few days, and there’s no problems so far. Brain's been treating me a little better.”

Nightmares aren’t quite as bad.

His energy isn’t totally zapped by noon.

The whirling, panicked trajectory of his thought patterns is a little easier to wrest control of.

All in all, nothing’s perfect, but he certainly feels a good deal more stable than before. Now, if only he can remember to consistently take his meds before he goes to bed like he’s supposed to instead of totally forgetting like he did last night and having to scarf it down when he sees that forsaken capsule in his pill box the next morning. Tsk, tsk.

“That’s real good to hear,” his dad responds to his news.

He flexes his knuckles against his lap, gaze reflexively drifting back towards the welcomed distraction of the tides. “Yeah.”

“Anyways, I, uh...”

“So, party logistics,” he cuts in with an overly cheery tone, changing the topic from his boring mental health crap entirely. “We should probably hash this out now. I know Connie’s planning on dropping around about noon. What’s your guys’ plan? She can probably send Lion to you after she gets here, if you want.”

“Yeah, that’d be best. Pearl said there weren’t any convenient warps nearby. Well, there’s one- but apparently it empties out into an active lava tube. And that’s not exactly Dad-friendly.”

“Aww, you mean you’re not filled with the intense desire to dip your hand into molten lava and shlorp it up like it’s soup?” Steven retorts, only barely holding back his laughter as he thinks of this absurd text thread he had going with Connie a few weeks back, wherein she sent him a video of some volcanic flows and told him, verbatim, that 'despite all logic and reason sometimes I can’t help but look at super viscous lava and think... forbidden s o u p, mmmm.’

“Not particularly, no,” his dad says, sounding thoroughly confused. “I’m- why are you laughing? Is this some sort of weird internet thing I’m not familiar with again?”

He wipes tears from his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. “You, ah- you kinda had to be there, sorry. Anyways, yeah. I’ll have Connie send Lion. I’ll text you right before, how’s that?”

“Sounds great! Can’t wait to see ya’, bud. I’m gonna let you go, now, okay? I can talk your ears off later. Go enjoy your morning. Love you.”

“Love you too, Dad,” he says, grinning. “Bye.”

“Buh-bye.”

Once his dad hangs up he sets his phone beside him on the rock and takes a deep, steady breath, trying to capture the full nuance of each diverse scent in the air. He may just be imagining it, but he swears he’s able to pick out the faint scent of taffy intermingling with the ocean saltiness and the hint of cedar from the nearby state forest. In the end though, whether it’s real or not it’s a welcomed reminder of all the possibility the future holds for him.

He’s twenty now. It’s a brand new decade of life. He’s got a new job lined up, a stable and loving relationship, a supportive family, and plenty of courage in facing the shadows of his past. Sure, so maybe he’ll never know with certainty what will happen— maybe he’ll relapse a little, maybe he’ll still have some bad days sprinkled amongst the good ones— but as he watches the tides flow in to greet him, he smiles... and resolves to just take this year as a renewal of his vow to care for himself as best he can.

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prettygirlcore · 4 years

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fall - hwang hyunjin

a/n: i think i’m gonna start putting summaries on my posts, but don’t expect them to be good because i suck at that.

i also used like a million pet names because i find them really sweet and endearing. hyunjin’s a boy i want to protect, ya know?

warnings: fainting, hyunjin overworking himself :(((, and just overall sad vibes.

summary: hyunjin’s worried about being good enough, so he starts to work harder; that doesn’t end well.

hyunjin’s rarely late. being on time is usually something he holds himself to and when he knows he’ll be late, he’ll text you and let you know. but you haven’t heard anything from him since morning and he’s an hour late to your scheduled date. admittedly, you were just going to eat dinosaur chicken nuggets in your pajamas and watch tv, but all your stay-at-home dates are memories that you really cherish and value.

so you call him. and he doesn’t answer. at this point you’re more worried than annoyed, so your next resort is to call chan. hopefully you didn’t have to resort to calling jyp themselves.

“y/n? what is it? is everything okay?”

“chan, thank god you picked up, do you know where hyunjin is?”

“he’s still in the practice room. we told him he should get home to you, but he said that you’d be gone so he doesn’t have anything better to do but run through his sets a few more times,”

“Uhm no? i’m at home?? waiting for him???”

“maybe he forgot?”

“hyunjin’s capable of forgetting many things, our weekly dates isn’t one of them,”

“do you want me to get him for you?”

“no, just… let him be, i guess. whatever he’s doing is important to him, anyway,”

“y/n-”

“bye chris,”

you said before hanging up the phone, not giving chan a chance to finish. it was so incredibly embarrassing to think that hyunjin probably knew you were waiting for him, but didn’t care. maybe he was with someone else, since he was in a position where he’d be alone for a few hours. god you felt so dumb. chan felt pity for you and your stupid, dumb idea that hyunjin actually cared to make it to your stupid date.

you sit there, scrolling through a bunch of different apps, trying to distract yourself from how horrible you felt for a good twenty minutes, when...

your phone is ringing again.

chan is calling you again.

you watch his face light up your phone, you can hear the ringtone, and yet, you don’t pick up. maybe it was the underlying rage you felt towards hyunjin, or the absolute hatred you felt at chan’s pitiful voice when you almost broke down crying during the first call.

chan’s call fades out as you officially ignore his call and send him to voicemail, but he calls again.

you still don’t answer.

he calls you again.

once again, you can’t find it in you to answer.

he calls you a good five more times, maybe more, you don’t remember. all you know is that this ringtone is starting to annoy you. you move to put your phone on do not disturb, but before you can hit the button, you were getting another call.

guess who it was?

wrong.

you think to yourself if minho, of all people, is calling me, maybe i should answer it.

so you do.

“minho-”

“yah! what the hell? why weren’t you answering chan’s calls?”

“minho i don’t want to talk about it right now-”

“oh my god y/n for one minute stop thinking about you and your feelings! for just once in your life! hyunjin’s at the hospital!”

hospital?

hyunjin was at the hospital??

you were shocked, stunned into silence that you completely disregarded minho on the other line until he brought you back to reality.

“y/n?”

“a-ah, i’m sorry, why is he at the hospital?”

“they think he fainted from a combination of a lack of sleep and dehydration. he’s not awake right now, but the doctors assume he will be soon. he took a pretty bad fall when he fainted, and because he was all alone, nobody knew anything had happened to him until you called chan about him,”

“did he break anything when he fainted?”

“no, he just has a pretty nasty bruise on his side. agh, why am i explaining all of this to you? just get over here, okay? he’ll want to see you when he wakes up,”

completely disregarding all the irritation you had felt a second before, you thanked minho and grabbed your car keys, heading over to the hospital. you were driving faster than was safe, but it didn’t matter. hyunjin has fainted when you assumed he was cheating. what an asshole you were.

seeing him in that bed, all pale and weak-looking, truly made you think. had you paid any attention to hyunjin these past few days? you were sure he was fine just the other day, if a bit tired looking. he did also seem weaker. but you just took that as something sleep could fix.

maybe the last time you had seen him was yesterday, but you haven’t really seen him since maybe a week ago, your last date. he’s been so busy, you just assumed he was sleeping at the dorms when he wasn't sleeping next to you. was he really not sleeping at all?

you were pulled from your thoughts when his hand started to squeeze yours, a telltale sign he was waking up. you looked over at him, and his eyes were closed but you could tell he was drifting out of sleep.

“don’t try to get up, sweetie, you’re a bit weak right now,”

“y-y/n…? where am i?”

“you’re okay, you’re just at the hospital,”

“o-oh, um, look i’m really sorry for causing so much trouble and for missing our date, i didn’t mean to i just got caught up in practicing-”

“practicing doesn’t come before your health, jinnie, you know that,”

“i know but i was so worried about this past comeback and i feel like i didn’t do my best and you know jyp never gives us a break and i just have to be better-,”

“hyunjin,”

“y/n i have to be more than just a pretty face. i can’t be remembered as just a visual, i have other talents! i promise that i’m just working harder so i can show that there’s more to me than my looks,”

“stop, please, just stop,”

“y/n-”

“do you think i’m okay with seeing you like this? do you think the boys are okay with seeing you like this? what about stay? do you think they could fully enjoy anything you’re making knowing that you had to resort to unhealthy habits like not sleeping and forgetting to drink water?”

“i mean no i guess not, but this wasn’t supposed to happen-”

“what was supposed to happen, hyunjin? were you just going to keep carrying on practicing day and night, destroying your body, all while not talking to me about this?”

“you shouldn’t have to deal with-”

“that’s not up to you to decide what i should or shouldn’t deal with! because i’m here now, dealing with the aftermath of what you did,”

“... you’re right, i’m sorry, y/n,”

you suddenly realize that you’ve stood up from the chair you were sitting in. you’re also towering over him, since he’s laying in a hospital bed, and your angry expression and pointed finger in his direction probably didn’t help. he does look kind of scared of you.

“ah, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. i was just really worried, i felt really helpless when i first saw you laying there, so i’m sorry if that was too much. i’ll check in with you doctor and see when we can get you home, sweetie,”

you say with a kiss on his forehead, and suddenly he’s alone again. like he was in the practice room. he didn’t like to be alone, more specifically, he didn’t like to be without you.

the doctors do plenty of tests to make sure there wasn’t anything else that contributed to his faint, but hyunjin is soon in the comforts of your arms and bed finally. he cuddles up close to you, resting his head against your chest. he feels safe when he heard your heartbeat.

“jinnie?”

“hmmm?”

“can we talk?”

“y-yes, sure,”

he looks like he doesn’t want to move, so you don’t force him to. his voice is slightly muffled but you can still make out what he says, so it’s not a big deal.

“you said you started practicing more because you were worried that you didn’t do good enough,”

“uhm, y-yeah, that’s why,”

“jinnie, darling, what made you feel that way?”

he looked at you like a deer in headlights, before resting his head in your lap. you run your fingers through his long hair, but it’s not enough to calm him.

“i… i see the things they say. i know it shouldn’t get to me, that i shouldn’t let it get to me, but it does. i can’t just tell myself to stop thinking about their criticisms like you want me to, it doesn’t work that way,”

you were almost taken aback by his slightly aggressive attitude, but you let it go. he’s not in the state of mind to care to watch what he says. with all that he’s feeling, it would be selfish to put the spotlight on you.

“i’m sorry, jinnie. i can tell it’s hard, so much more than i know. i can empathize and try to help you but i’ll never know what it truly feels like,”

it’s silent for another minute or two, the silence isn’t unbearable, but it’s awkward.

“how can i help you, jinnie? what would make your life easier right now?”

he’s quick to dismiss you, say you don’t need to do anything, but you speak up again before he can respond.

“and don’t tell me i don’t need to do anything. i want to help you,”

he smiles, somewhat sadly as he looks down to avoid looking you in the eye.

“just…”

“yeah?”

“...please be there for me,”

he looks up at you with watery eyes, and before you crush him in another hug, he speaks once more,

“please be there to catch me if i fall,”

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cchokemeyoongi · 3 years

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HE FOUND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT

note: first time posting my work here but hope you guys like this. Also, FLUUUUUUFFFFF everywhere. I'm sorry Jin's were shorter but I just find it really endearing and calm and sweet.

JIN

You nervously exhaled as you wait for your doctor to announce the results. You tried the pregnancy kit three times last night. The first one showed that you're negative yet the last two tested positive so just to be sure you decided to see your doctor.

You felt a hand over you and turned to face your husband who gave you a warm smile. You know deep inside that Jin is as hopeful as you are. You two had been trying for a year now, and each time the result would always say negative. You silently pray that this time, it would be it.

Jin leaned in closer and kissed your forehead.

"Congratulations mommy to be." Your doctor suddenly announced. "You're pregnant."

You felt your eyes tear up and looked up to your husband who's sniffing right next to you. His eyes are teary as yours with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

YOONGI

You jerked when you heard the loud bang from Yoongi's recording room and his loud cursing. He was definitely having a bad day. You fidgeted with the thought of him being in a bad mood.

How were you suppose to break the news to him? Two days ago you found out that you were pregnant. You were ecstatic and scared when you found out. The two of you decided not to have one yet after marriage. You both wanted a family but not now when you're both still busy with work and you decided to enjoy first the company of each other as married couples before having kids.

But 7 months later, here you are freaking out on how to tell you're moody husband that you are carrying his child.

You snap in his direction when you saw him entered the bathroom. You freak out even more when you realize that the pregnancy kit you were staring at earlier was placed on a very visible spot inside.

"Yoongi, wai - " you rush to your husband but stop dead on your track when you saw him frozen in his spot holding the kit in his hands.

"I- I was about- I- that is -" you stammered.

"You're pregnant?" You flinch when Yoongi dropped the kit and walked towards you, surprising you when he pulled you into a hug "Oh my god, you're pregnant!"

"You-you're not mad?"

He pushed you away gently to look at you with disbelief. "Why would I be? This is the best news I had in my entire life. I'm gonna be a fucking father." His face breaks into a grin. "I can't wait to tell the others."

HOSEOK

It's Hoseok's birthday today and you decided to give him the best surprise of his life. Together with your family and the boys you set up his birthday surprise. Today is also the day where you're gonna be giving him the best gift ever.

You were preparing when you received a text from Hoseok.

*I'm coming home babe. Traffic's bad. Namjoon's dropping me off.*

You smiled and put your phone down. Give yourself one look at the mirror and proceeded down to meet the others.

"He's on his way here." You squealed.

"Okay, everbody gather around." Jin said. "Namjoon and Hoseok is on their way now. Y/N you ready?"

"Yes." You said.

"Okay everybody, in their places." Jin announced.

"Turn the lights off." You heard Jungkook said.

"They're here!" Your sister-in-law screamed as she sneak-a-peak at your window pane. Everybody scampered. Moving chairs and making unnecessary sounds. You heard Jimin reprimand Tae for being loud. Everything was in chaos and then everybody suddenly fell silent as the lights from Namjoon's car disappeared.

"Why are the lights off?" You heard Hoseok's muffled voice behind the door as he jiggled with his keys talking to Namjoon. You barely heard Namjoon's reply when Hoseok opened the door. "Babe, I'm -"

"SURPRISE!"

Hoseok jumped with a startled cry as the lights suddenly turned on with confettis popping everywhere. He barely decipher everything as he was so scared when he finally read the words hanging on the wall

Happy Birthday Soon-to-be Daddy!

Hoseok's expression suddenly shifted from scared to confuse to a look full of happiness.

"What?" He grinned from ear to ear. "What is this? What is THAT?" He pointed to the words hanging on the wall. You went near your husband.

"Happy Birthday." You giggled.

"For real? Is that real?" Your husband's voice raising out of excitement as you continuously bob your head.

"Congratulations!" Everybody said as they greeted Hoseok.

"Really?" He said, the information still sinking on him.

"Yes. Really!" You laugh at your husband as he pulled you closer for a tight hug lifting you up and smothering you with sweet kisses.

NAMJOON

You felt a sudden vibration going through your head. You massage your temples trying to lessen the migraine you're feeling.

You've been trying to finish some paper works that you need to submit but ever since this morning you've been feeling not so good. You lack sleep for a week now and stress is eating up on you.

You check the mini clock beside you on your desk, it's almost 1 and you realized you missed lunch again. Your last decent meal was yesterday's lunch, feeling hungry all of a sudden you decided to go and grab something to eat first. Ignoring your throbbing head you suddenly stood up from your seat feeling a pang ran through your head. Some of your colleagues are entering the room, and their happy loud chats is hammering through your head. You grope the sides of your table as you feel dizzy, shutting your eyes close trying to steady yourself.

You feel cold sweats as your vision gets blurry. The last thing you heard was your workmate calling your name before you black out.

---

You slowly open your lids. Adjusting to the light hitting your face. You try to recall the events that happened earlier. Where are you?

"Y/N." You heard Namjoon's voice.

"Joonie-ya." You groaned. "What happened?"

"You passed out." Namjoon said, worry etched on his face. "Your friend said you didn't eat lunch." He sternly said.

"I'm sorry. I forgot."

"You forgot?" He said, scowling at you. You smiled sheepishly at your husband.

"Mrs. Kim" your doctor greeted you.

"How is she?" Namjoon asked.

"She's okay now. There's nothing to worry about. She blacked-out due to stress and overfatigue. You need more bed rest Mrs. Kim." Your doctor smiled at you. "I'll be prescribing some medicines that you have to take but I highly suggest that you take more bed rest and eat more healthy, especially now that it's not just you who you have to look out for."

You look at your doctor in confusion.

"You're pregnant." She said. "Congratulations."

You gape at your doctor. "I'm what?"

"She's what?" You and your husband said in unison. You look at Namjoon. He's just as shock as you.

"You're 3 weeks pregnant." You hardly believe what your doctor said, you felt your husbands hands over yours. You look at him - disblief, shock and happiness etched on his face. "I'll excuse myself now." You heard your doctor say.

"Wow." Namjoon breathed. "You're pregnant."

"I know." You said as well, getting all teary immediately.

You felt Namjoon touch your navel and lowered his head near it and whispered a sweet "hello little one." Making your tears fall as you smile lovingly at your husband, your hands rubbing his hair.

Namjoon grabbed your hands and kissed the back of your palm then looked at you sternly. "You're not allowed to starve yourself and no more work for you."

You started to protest but Namjoon silence you. "It's no longer just you anymore."

You sighed at your husband and nodded. He smiled lovingly at you.

"I love you, Y/N." he said kissing the back of your hands again.

JIMIN

Jimin was in the kitchen washing the dishes when you rushed to the sink from the living room. This was the 4th time that you vomitted this morning and you feel sick to your bones.

"Baby, are you okay?" Jimin worriedly said, stopping what his doing to assist you.

"No. I'm dying." You choked.

"I think we have to go to the hospital." Jimin said. You were about to protest but think twice when you doubled over vomitting again.

You nodded at your husband. You were about to face him when a calendar caught your eye. You suddenly began counting, thinking hard. You suddenly bolted to the door of your bedroom.

"Babe?" Jimin followed you worriedly.

"Y/N" he called. You rushed to the bathroom door just as he was entering your room. Minutes later you went out the door silently.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You stared at your husband silently. You showed him the pregnancy kit that your holding. "What-"

You slowly broke into a grin as you let the information register into your husbands face.

"Your Pregnant?" He asked in disbelief. "Your pregnant!"

You laugh as he jumped with glee holding the tool in his hands. "Seriously, your pregnant!? I'm going to be a dad!"

He pulled you for a kiss before kneeling down.

"I can't wait for you, my mini me." He said and kissed your navel.

TAEHYUNG

Taehyung had been gone 3 months for tour. Little did you both know that you were 1 month pregnant when he left. You wanted to tell him while he was on tour but decided to surprise him at the airport.

You spotted your husband walking towards you as fans scream their names. You smiled at him.

"I missed you so so much jagiya." He said when he reach you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"I missed you too." You laughed. He push you gently scanning you with a weird look plastered on his face. "What?"

"Something's... different." He crinkled his eyebrows. You laughed and quickly gave him a peck.

"I have something for you or rather someone." You grin as you loosen your coat.

You watch as your husbands expression changed from curious to pure shock and happiness when you showed him your bulging belly.

"Oh my god, you're- YOU'RE PREGNANT!" he cried. "I'm a dad now!" You nod your head and laugh when Tae started crying.

"HYUNG! I'M A DAD NOW!" He called to his members. All the members nearing you, all wearing happy shock expressions. You heard some fans scream as news of you getting pregnant spread out. All the boys congratulated you along with their production team. You thank them one by one as you pulled your man who's crying non-stop.

JUNGKOOK

You saw Jungkook staring at some baby stuffs when you spot him in an alley outside your building. You silently went to your husband and sneakily snake your arms around him making him jump and turn towards you.

"What are you doing?" You asked him as he gives a peck.

"Nothing." He said and took your hand. You two started walking. "What do you want to do today?" he asked as you pass by cherry blossoms.

You stared at your husband. "I have something to give you."

Jungkook looked at you as you hand him the paper bag your holding.

"What is this? It's not my birthday." He said excitedly. Your heart pounded as you watch him open the gift you gave him. Jungkook's excited expression turns solemn as his eyes gets teary.

Right before his very eyes are cute little mittens and with a card attach to it reading *happy father's day, daddy."

"For real?" He whispered. You nod your head and he pulled you into a big hug. Both of you crying happy tears.

#BTS #Kim Namjoon #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook #FLUFF #BTS FLUFF #bts as husband #yn #bangtan

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