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britswriting · 7 months

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Quadrupled | Quadruple The Love H.S

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"I'm bigger than the house we first bought together" I huffed, Harry helping me get into the hospital.

Today we were meeting our babies and I was scared out of my mind.

Normal pregnancies have forty weeks to worry. Forty weeks to figure out names, nursery, how you want to parent, what diapers you want you use, are you breast feeding or bottle feeding, cloth diapers or disposable diapers, co-sleeping, or strict crib rules.

I lost ten weeks of worrying.

Ten precious weeks that might've given me more answers than I knew now.

Not only have I been "in hiding" for months, keeping out of the limelight with my big ole belly — Harry and I agreeing for the safety of me and the kids; it was best for me to keep close with our families. We didn't want to tell the world that we're having quadruplets until they were already born, home and safe.

The good lord knows that last thing we want to do is explain about some sort of horrific event we had to go through when we only announce we have one, or two, or three.

I'm terrified.

"You look so beautiful, love" Harry smiled over at me; a nurse waiting at the door with a wheelchair. "We're about to be parents"

"To four babies. We're doomed, Styles" I sighed, wishing I could focus more on the highs than the lows, but I couldn't help it.

Four babies is a lot. Even with help.

"Y/N Styles?" The nurse asked, my head nodding. "Take a seat, I'm sure your feet are killing you" She smiled, and I nodded, agreeing.

I carefully sat down and we were brought to the front desk for paperwork before being brought to our pre-op room.

"How does it feel to know this is the last time they're going to be inside of you?" Harry questioned, grabbing the hospital gown to help me change into.

"Strange" I answered honestly, my voice soft as I started to strip. I was covered in red stretch marks on my stomach, my back, my hips, my thighs, even my ass and boobs. These babies took a toll on my body in more ways than just physically. "I'm looking forward to the relief on my boobs and back"

"I can't wait to meet them all" He sighed, a cute smile dancing on his lips.

I couldn't help but smile back up at him, "I know, me too. It's crazy to think what all can happen in just 30 weeks. They're going to be so tiny. You think they'll be okay, right? I mean, they're supposed to be in there for ten more weeks" I began to panic a little; something Harry was all too familiar with through this pregnancy.

"The Styles name lives on" He grinned, doing a little shimmy with his body, my eyes rolling as I giggled, turning around so he could tie the back. "You ass look cute" he squeezed, my head shaking as I smiled.

We haven't had sex in months. I've given him more handjobs in the past few months then I did our entire dating relationship. I've been too tired, sore, or just downright uninterested. My sex drive has diminished completely.

Thankfully he still finds me attractive enough to get hard; I don't think I could mentally survive if I was trying to get him off and he simply couldn't do it.

Your body changes a lot when you're pregnant, I knew that going in. However, I wasn't prepared for all the changes that would couple with having quadruplets. The size alone of my stomach was enough to make me already start planning a tummy tuck and an extra skin removal just to feel better about myself in the shower, or the mirror.

I knew I wasn't going to be skinny after having kids, and I was okay with that. I was prepared for that, yet the idea of so much extra skin once my stomach started losing it's after birth bump... mentally, I was dreading.

I'd be lying if I said it had nothing to do with being married to the Harry Styles.

It wasn't all of it, but it was a lot of it.

I couldn't help but think about the pap pics, or the interviews, or the social media posts. People were mean even if you were the most beautiful person on the planet. Now I've got four babies and a thrown our figure.

Harry and I had planned to do interviews after we announced their birth and that alone kept me up at night. How many pairs of spanks do I need to buy? Do I wear black? It hides you best.

"Alright love, look at you" Harry smiled, telling me to do a spin for him; chuckling when I carefully toddled on my feet in a circle. "Stunning! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you so much, gorgeous. The babies have the prettiest, sweetest, most caring mumma ever" Harry wrapped his arms around me as best as he could, ending in me huffing, trying to push him away before he hugged me from the side, kissing me. "We'll always make it work" He mumbled against my lips, kissing me again.

A knock at the door pulled us away, a few nurses coming in with charts, an IV and a blood bag.

Great.

With a urine sample off to the lab, I was settled in the hospital bed before they started my blood draw and IV drip, going over a few chart questions until the anesthesiologist and obgyn surgeon came in with consent forms.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, already dressed in scrubs.

"Nervous" I admitted, my leg uncontrollably shaking.

"Well, although it is my first time getting out four babies, it isn't not my first c-section, or my first time with multiples. My team and I are as prepared as we can be; all hands on deck, I promise" She smiled and I just nodded, wishing her reassurance eased me more than it actually did.

Getting shaved by someone other than yourself was an awkward experience I thoroughly wished to forget by the time I looked back at this moment ten years time.

"Look babe, our babies are going to be in these" he pointed at the hospital bassinets, a smile on my lips as I watched him fawn over it, "We're going to need three more" he chuckled, looking around at all of the baby things. "What's this?" he pointed at a station with a lamp above it.

"I think it's too keep the babies warm, I don't know for sure though" I hummed, eyeing the clock, awaiting for our surgical time.

Twenty minutes passed, Harry gloating about how he got to pee, instantly regretting it when he saw my face before we got rolled into the operating room.

Harry was held back to put on scrubs and do his antibacterial scrub whilst I got monitors placed on me, a catheter inserted, yay me, and my stomach cleaned before Harry showed up at my side, a grin on his face, "Here we go baby" he said, looking adorable as I stared up at him; the room crowded in all sorts of different people; four different baby stations set up, ready to start clearing their airways, cleaning them off and keeping them warm.

"Please let everything go away" I softly prayed, my eyes falling shut as the nerves begun to take over.

Please let my four babies all be okay. All be perfect, and healthy.

Please let them all have good breathing, and hearts, and movements.

Please keep my babies safe.

"We're going to be okay, Y/N. We've got the best medical staff. All these people are here, ready to help" He eased and I nodded, calling out, "None of you better post this on TikTok", knowing we had everyone sign legal forms even worse than just patient confidentiality

Chuckles were heard around the room, I just hoped they knew I was serious.

I don't want my birth story our there before I get to tell it.

With the drape up and the anesthesia administrated, the surgery begun.

I stared at the hospital ceiling, my heart knowingly racing — I could hear the nurses talking about it; Harry's hand finding mine as he crouched down next to me, his mouth brushing against my ear.

"Hi baby" He murmured, "You're doing so well. You're the strongest woman I've ever met, and I'm so thankful to call you mine. I'm so grateful you're our babies mother. That you're the person I get to do this with. You're going to be the best mum ever. The babies are going to love you so much. I just know it. I love you so much, you're doing so so so good. It's going so well, hear them? Hear them talk about how well it's going? We're going to meet our babies, Y/N. They're going to be the most perfect little humans we've ever seen. Our families are going to be enthralled with them. My mom's already on her way" he chuckled, kissing my cheek, my brain focusing on his voice, and let of the talk around me. "Little did we know when we first met, that you'd be in an operating room waiting to meet four of our children at once. Can you imagine telling our younger selves that? When the doctor said you couldn't have kids, that you'd be meeting four of your flesh and blood in just a few minutes? Just one easy peasy lemon squeezy producer later? I hope they have your beautiful smile, and colorful personality. I can't wait to watch you mother the hell out of them" he laughs softly, his thumb stroking my knuckles, "Watch them grow up with us. their first breath, their first bath, their first night home, their first laugh. Their first food and first time crawling or walking. Our entire life is starting all over again once we leave this hospital, baby; and I'm so lucky I get to do it all with you"

"First baby's out!" I heard, my breath hitching, Harry's smile brightening as a sob escaped my lips.

"We're parents, Y/N. It's official" He kissed me, my chest shaking as I cried with pride, joy and fear.

"It's a boy! Time, 7:16pm" We heard, followed by a rush of people talking, movement heard; Harry and I holding our breath's until we heard the cry, a collective sigh of relief was heard around the room.

"I love you so much" Harry confessed, my brain too fried to reply as it was panicking with fear and excitement.

We're parents.

We have a baby.

Harry and I have a son.

A soft voice was heard behind Harry, Harry straightening up, our son coming into view.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, Harry being handed the baby, his eyes glistening under the bright white lights before they fell down his cheeks as he stared down at him, carefully holding our son to show me.

"Look at his cheeks" Harry exhaled, both of our breaths taken away by the sight of our son.

"Second baby's out! It's a boy! Time 7:21pm" Was heard again, my body on the ultimate adrenaline high.

"He looks just like your newborn baby photos, your mom is going to be thrilled" I cried, smiling at my sun, wishing I could hold him; but he was taken away right when we heard the second cry.

Another breath of relief was heard, the team of doctors and nurses doing their tasks before the second baby was brought over, followed by a third "Baby's out! It's a boy! Time, 7:24pm"

Everything was happening so quickly, I felt like I couldn't fully process the fact that three of my babies are now in the world.

I have triplets.

"You're a dad" I stated, it finally hitting that our dreams were coming true as Harry held our second son, his tiny little body not processing yet.

They were so small.

Three high pitched screams were heard around the room, my eyes falling shut as the noises flooded my brain, each wail, beep, and murmur being etched into my memories.

"They're cleaning up the babies and getting them under heat lamps" Harry informed me, apparently he could see around us; whereas I'm stuck seeing the ceiling. "One has a getting checked with a stethoscope"

"Please let them all be okay" I repeated quietly, awaiting the arrival of our baby girl.

"I'm so proud of you Y/N" Harry repeated, his hand brushing away my tears, "You're incredible, love"

The longer it took to hear the arrival of my daughter, the more concerned I got.

I hated this. Lying here. Helpless. Just waiting. I can't do anything. I'm numbed, trapped on this table.

I can't reposition, I can't push, I can't pull.

I just have to lay here and wait; it was agonizing.

"Baby girl is out, time 7:32pm"

I held my brain waiting for her cry, my hands shaky, Harry grabbing my left hand and squeezing.

With the quiet cry being drowned out over the boys wails, I felt uneasy.

"Why is she so quiet?" I asked, wanting to scoop them all up and protect them from anything that could be causing them torment.

"The boys could be louder?" Harry said, worry evident in his tone.

Upon further exam, we were informed that she was having difficulty breathing and would be given oxygen, supposedly from being crushed by her brothers.

My heart cracked at the idea of her being squished so much that she was struggling to breath.

Harry didn't even get to hold her before they were all whisked away to the NICU and my stitched up stomach was eventually rolled to the post op room.

I was so tired, my body shaking, but all I wanted was my kids.

I didn't get to have them laid on my chest, or to see them the very second they were born. As silly as it sounds, I felt robbed.

I didn't get to have the dream labor and delivery; and I know it sounds silly and life is unpredictable; but there was no skin to skin. No cut the umbilical cord. No immediate bonding.

Everything was extremely different than I dreamed of. It was to be expected due to having quadruplets, but that didn't change the fact that it felt disappointing.

I wanted the best for them, and they're already hooked up to god knows what sitting alone in a room without me.

I'm already useless to them.

I sat in the recovery room alone, shaky, tired and sobbing as Harry left to go see the babies in the NICU; my body still numb as I just laid there, tears strolling down my face.

Harry and I were parents, which was a dream come true within itself, and I was incredibly thankful to have my four kids, but laying here, alone.. it just felt dehumanizing.

I was their mother. I was supposed to care, and protect them, to love them. Yet I'm stuck here, alone, just waiting for whenever I'm allowed to see them.

My boobs hurt, aching to feed my babies, and I already knew they'd be on formula due to their being four of them.

I hated feeling defeated.

Like I was already failing and they were just born.

Harry gets to parade around the hospital seeing his children whilst I just lay here, alone, without them.

All I got was a glimpse of my sons before all four were taken away and I was abandoned in this room.

My eyes burned from crying and tiredness, the exhaustion eventually taking over and my body lulling into a sleep.

I woke up to Harry sitting next to me in fresh clothes, cheeks red as he stared down at his phone, his thumb scrolling from right to left.

I just stared for a moment, his head lifting, our eyes meeting.

He looked tired.

"Hi" I whispered, my body still feeling like dried cement.

"Hi" He replied just as softly, shifting closer on his chair, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

"How are they?" I questioned, chewing my lower lip as my body ached.

"They're small. I have pictures; I just.. want to warn you, they're um.. they're.."

"They're what, Harry?" I rushed, ready to hop out of this bed no matter how much it hurt, to go find my children.

"They're hooked up to all kinds of stuff. They're so tiny, Y/N. They've got monitors.. and breathing tubes..; their diapers barely fit" He was starting to get choked up as he looked away, swallowing the lump in his throat before sniffling.

"They were born ten weeks early, Harry" I quietly reminded him, knowing I was brave enough to do all kinds of research of what to expect, but Harry wasn't.

He wanted to live in naive land, and just be excepted about their birth.

Harry showed me all the photos and videos he took; Harry's finger bigger than their palm.

Each photo you could see his anchor tattoo, and I swear his hand was bigger than their body.

I broke my heart to see my babies suffering, both of us sat here crying over pictures and videos when asked when I could see them, Harry telling me we had to wait for a nurse to bring me in a wheelchair.

I just wanted to hold them, but I knew from my researching I needed to be prepared for that not to happen.

All I could do was hope that one day all of this hurt, and pain, and worry, would just be a blimp of a memory as I watched them all laugh and play together; snuggling each one into their cozy beds and sending them off to school the next morning.

I knew to take one day a time, one hour even; but if I didn't think about the future, and just stayed in the present, I'd go crazy.

I had to cling onto hope. It was the only way I'd survive however long they were in the NICU for.

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Their birth - part one :)

Next parts and Harry + Y/N in the NICU + bringing them home, meeting family etc and then announcing them to the world!

I'm ngl, I still don't have names.. so we gotta figure that out too lol.

Written on: October 9th and 10th 2023

Published on: October 10th 2023

Word Count: 2997

tags: @ashleighsss @theekyliepage

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faghubby · 3 months

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giving in to desire part 2

Mom and I talked everyday. She asked about very personal things now. Things we never spoke about. She asked about sex. Who I had been with. She somehow managed to get me to confess things to her. She seemed surprised that I was a virgin. And then asked if there was someone I liked. She encouraged me to shave not only my legs but all my body hair. We talked about clothes and styles, maybe letting my hair grow out. After a few weeks she started openly talking about boys. I came to admit that I found not only woman but men attractive as well. I figured we talked as a grown mother and daughter would talk. I became much closer to her then I had ever been with my dad, or anyone else for that matter.

I found myself becoming more and more risqué. Often wearing panties to bed. Or even a nightie wondering if I would get caught by my roommate. Who's bed was just 10 feet away. I also started using the purple vibrator my mom had stuck in with all those beauty supplies. At first rubbing it against my dick but then soon shoving in my ass. Mon sent me a care package. It was full of girlie clothes. Alot that no one would notice unless they looked close but also a satin nightie. And pantyhose. Most exciting was a pair of high heels in my size. Mom encouraged me to wear the clothes in public. The modest things like the jeans or the tee shirt. That the sleeves seemed short.

"Paul you look so lovely" mom said as I sent her picks of me dressed in jeans and a simple tee shirt. "I guess I should start calling you Paula?" She giggled.

"Mom!" I said embarrassed

"What?, tell me you don't want to be my daughter" she said. I blushed she was right I loved being girlie.

"How about Pauly for now" I said

"Okay Pauly it is" she said.

That night Kevin (my roommate) came in late I was already in bed. He seemed very high trying to be quiet he of course woke half the dorm up. Before he crashed on his bed. He had left the light on. So I got up to turn it off after I was sure he was asleep. I got up I was wearing a satin pink pj's. Covered in little hearts. I noticed he had not even managed to remove his shoes. So in the dark I took off his shoes. Then instead of tucking him in. I pulled off his sweat pants. Only to discover he wore no underwear. I looked at his soft dick and couldn't help myself I leaned in close and kissed it. He didn't move. So I took it in my mouth. He grew some. As I started to suck his cock. I knew I shouldn't I just had to, soon I was sucking his hard cock. He wasn't very big probably just about 5 inches but I did t care I tried to suck every bit of his cock. Kevin just moaned and let me I figured he was just to fucked up to remember. Having him cum in my mouth. I felt so naughty as I slipped back into my bed.

When I woke Kevin was still asleep so I quickly changed. Only now worried that he might remember. I went and hid in the library as not to be confronted if he did. A few hours later as I was in class I started to get dozens of texts. From guys in my dorm.

"You can suck my cock!" And "will you wear a dress for me?" Along with dic pics of several guys. But the most upsetting one was from my roommate who had gone thru my trunk and posted pics of my girlie things. Finally out of class I found that they had posted across all my social media. Where members of my family had even commented.

I called my mother in tears.

"Paula don't cry, you wanted this maybe you weren't ready yet bit you did" she assured me. She convinced me to return to my dorm. I found wverything pulled out but nothing destroyed. It was the middle of the day and the dorm was mostly empty. Just as I started putting things away. One of the guys who lived across the hall burst in and closed the door.

"I talked Kevin out of pressing assault charges" he said his name was John. "He admitted you where really good at sucking cock" he smiled. And approached me. He grabbed my ass I still had not said a word.

"I love me some sissy bitch ass" he told me.

"John, I just" I started he didn't seem to care as his hand slid down the back of my jeans.

"You want to give it to me don't you?" John said. I was so confused and excited. "Get dressed up. Wear something sexy" he told me. Then took my hand and held it against his bulge. I just nodded.

John left me alone. I showered and shaved before I called mo. Again who once again encouraged me to go on a date with John. A date I wasn't even thinking about a date. I got all dressed did my hair and makeup. I was going to let someone see me. Just as I was about done my door opened and John walked in.he was dressed kinda like a bum.

"You look great" he told me, then took my hand. His idea of a date was to take me to the cafeteria. He showed me off to everyone. Lot of them having a good laugh. Others telling me I looked amazing. After he took me back to his room. As soon as the door closed his pants and boxers where off. I was in a whirlwind as he was naked in seconds. His cock fully hard. It was big I thought. Probably close to 7 maybe 8 inches long. He grabbed me and tore my shirt off. Not even trying to undress me he was rough and savage. He payed and bit me as he forcefully removed my clothes. I now stood ashamed and naked before him. He pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top of me he placed his cock in my mouth as he looked down at me. I sucked his cock best I could. He repeatedly gagged me with it. Not caring only pulling back when he thought I might pass out.

"You know your ass is next cunt" he cursed. When I thought I would dir he pulled out. Only to forcefully flip me over. He squirted something on my ass and then shoved his fingers in.

"So tight" he smacked my ass removing his fingers. He forced his cock into my ass. I screamed crying out. As he fucked me hard.

"Yeah, your going to get fucked so much" he moaned. I think I passed out because the next thing I know he was shooting his load on my ass.

"You belong to me now" he told me. I laid there in pain as he left me in his room.

I called my mom.

"Mommy" I sniffled. "It hurt so much. He was so rough" I wimpered

"You're a woman now Paula. Men will use you for their own pleasure. You will learn it is your place to please them" she told me. "It hurt but you liked it didn't you?" My mother said. Then she said something that I had not thought about.

"Baby did he make you cum?" I had, I hadn't even realized it. I got up and cleaned myself up after I hung up with my mother. My clothes where in shreds. Then John returned. He pushed me back on the bed.

"I have a friend who wants to take you for a ride" he told me. And opened the door. I had seen this guy around campus. John left and this new guy. Took out his cock and drove it deep in my ass.

"OH god" I moaned as he fucked me fast and furiously. He finished inside my ass. John returned.

"You're my whore now,, you are going to help me pay for my tuition" he informed me. I told my mom about John but not that he maid me his whore and pimped out my ass and mouth. To dozens of guys including one of his professors. Kevin moved out of my room and it was now a single. I wore only woman's clothes (sluttier the better as far as John was concerned) because they had posted everything to social media my whole family knew I was a sissy. Although my dad didn't like it mom protected me. Considering me her long awaited daughter. I continued with school but didn't learn anything other then how to please a man. Sometimes two at a time. John kept any money he charged people spending money only on buying me sexy clothes. But he graduated debt free.

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little-homestead-in-the-suburbs · 9 months

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Restarting Operation Functional Home

Now that summer camp has ended for my location, and I effectively have most of August off, I am resuming Operation Functional Home: Take Two. This is simply where I post my cleaning and organizing updates and notes, often with pictures, both for my own personal self-accountability, and to hopefully show others that cleaning is a process, and is cyclical, and is extra hard when one is neurospicy, or a Single Human home keeper, IE no room mates, partners, or other people to help you on a daily basis. Today (August 2nd, 2023) I am counting as Day 1, each day that I accomplish things will hopefully add to the count. That could be an improvement task, like cleaning a new area, or a maintence task, like dishes, laundry, or vacumming a floor. My target is to spend at least 5-20 minutes per day working on some task.

Today was my bakers rack shelves, and the pet stuff cabinet.

Completed Pic of Baker's rack:

I got new grey bins, and repurposed the two bins I had there for the pet cabinet. The bottom row is textiles, (L-R) Table Cloths, then Cloth napkins and table runners, and by the trash can is the towels and rags. The center row has my Tea and related in the brown basket on the left, Center is specialty baking things, like oatmeal, brown sugar, rye flour, etc, and the right is currently 90% pecan's in shell

Pet cabinet Pics, first pic is messy before cabinet, Second pic is organized after pic.

The pet cabinet went from stuff just being shoved in with a singular bin, to now the top row is (Kitchen rugs and crate pads in bin, oversized cooking things, and lunchbox/travel food things), and the bottom row is pet health care, then pet fun (treats and toy related) and finally pet attire like holiday sweaters and winter jackets.

Pic of clear bins commonly used for fridge and freezer organization:

I am going to try using the clear bin method that you see all over social media to organize my fridge and small freezer. Mostly to avoid losing leftovers and produce to the back of the fridge, or playing the What the Heck is THAT game of freezerburned mystery food in the freezer. Also I have at least 8 bananas that I shoved in the freezer over the spring/summer so baking will be happening... TLDR with total task lists:

Improve:

-Organized Baker's shelves in kitchen

-Organized Pet cabinet

-Unboxed new organization items and got them to their correct house areas

-Did a moldy/bad food removal in the fridge

Maintenence

-Full refresh of barn cat litter boxes for Scamp and her kittens (Must get them vaccinated and altered ASAP so I can rehome the kittens)

-Vaccumed the kitten room

-Put away almost all the groceries (other than chips) right after shopping

#cleaning #clutter #unfuck your habitat #building new habits takes time #one day at a time #operation functional home #trying again #Single adult life #neurodivergence #undiagnosed neurodivergent #neurospicy

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mineofilms · 2 years

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Pumping Bullshit

This Blog is gonna be a little different than some of the other subjects I write about. I haven’t really written much about fitness as of late. My interest level in it as a subject to write about isn’t very focused or positive. I will try to stay on topic here… However, I will be jumping from some psychology here and some industry focused stuff, mainly on Multi-Level Marketing (MLM).

This blog will be filled with opinions from my knowledge and direct experience in the field of both fitness training and working with MLM companies over the years. I will have a take that may trigger some, mainly those that blindly follow “fitness personalities,” believe every word they say and that they can say/do no wrong. I will also show some positive support to these same “fitness personalities.” So, if one is overly hypersensitive to things like this you may want to pass this blog right on by…

Fitness personality Calum Von Moger, an Australian fitness personality, best known for his portrayal of Arnold Schwarzenegger in the 2018 film “Bigger.” Over the years Calum has been a fitness celebrity of sorts. It is hard to say if he is a real celebrity or not. As the fitness world is a Hollywood type situation, or more accurate the porno industry; but only in their little circles of the fitness industry and the people that follow that blindly.

In the real world, most people wouldn’t know who this guy is and why others believe him to be a big deal at all. I too once followed the man and was very positive about the things he would post on social media. That has ended, obviously… As I write this Calum is just healing up from a spinal surgery he had to undertake due to jumping out of a window, high on recreational drugs and causing harm to himself. I am not going to go back and forth with the; “How did this happen:” and what not. The guy clearly has issues. It is a sad story, about a sad person, posing to be something he is not. A strong, happy, and healthy human-being.

There is way more dark, negative, stuff out there about the man than there is positive, but if one only knows from the fitness world and/or his Instagram one would never really know or look at the man as a very troubled personality and human being…

Notice, I called him a “fitness personality” and not a “professional bodybuilder.” We see more reality TV style Mentality in the fitness world more now than ever before. Being a professional isn’t nearly as profitable as being “a reality star” in 2022. Nor was it back in 2010 when Rich Piana started making a name for himself on YouTube. That is what the fitness industry is now. Reality TV. Every fitness person now has a podcast, has something to say, usually negative, to draw up some heat on them so they can get more clicks/views to take to the next fitness company to get their next paycheck sponsorship. It’s almost like professional wrestling but with way less talent. You have all these companies out there selling supplements, clothing lines and online coaching. I have written many blogs about how fake the fitness world actually is. Everything from the people to the supplements and online coaching fads. The fake fitness models, some don’t even train, just look good, throw on some leggings and a sports bra, take their pics, make their posts, cash their checks or now cash-out their cashapps…

It has gotten to a point that I have removed most of the fitness personality types from my social media. I am just no longer interested to hear what these people have to say about Health, Life, Happiness and Fitness anymore. Some years back it was funny, entertaining and if I could get a neat new workout out of it, great. Those days has since vanished. When you are disabled and you learn about the real world ramifications of what being disabled is and how limited you are due to your disability, then have a nonmedical professional or professional of any kind, tell you; “here is some free advice about your condition…”

First, no advice from a fitness personality is free. It’s all a sale’s pitch. Everything done is to get you to purchase their products/packages, get some success (if any) and then buy more. It’s all about the reoccurring billing. I could spend hours and thousands of words here explaining what companies like this do. Some of the best examples of fake fitness companies are: Herbalife, AdvoCare, V Shred, Beachbody, It Works! These are, what they call, Network Marketing or Multi-Level Marketing (MLM), or Pyramid Marketing. We all know that word Pyramid Scheme very well…

MLM is a controversial marketing strategy for the sale of products or services where the revenue of the sales is derived from a non-salaried workforce selling the company's products or services, while the earnings of the participants are derived from a pyramid-shaped or binary compensation commission system. The more you sell, the more you get paid, but the more your boss takes from you as well. Most bosses don’t even sell anymore because they make enough off other’s sales as part of the pyramid. That is the goal… To get someone to produce to a point they can then train their own sales staff and just sit back and collect commissions from their sales. A major point is to try and get your friends/family to purchase into this system. Friends/Family are more likely to help you but also taking their money is no problem to the sales companies.

I don’t know… I have a problem with that. You should too…

Here is a good video on the subject: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg84UW4F6rU This video is for V Shred specifically, but you can apply this to any of the companies I have mentioned. If you are serious about fitness do not invest your money into these systems, products, especially the product lines. If you learn anything here, it is never buy supplements from companies like this. You are basically tempting fate with your Health. Hey, I wasn’t a diabetic till after I started taking supplements that had “proprietary formula” written all over that some bitch… That is just a fancy way to tell people “they do not have to tell you what is in this stuff and the FDA doesn’t bug us about it either.”

Yeah… Sounds legit… Thanks Coach…

Coach – Dummied down word to describe a personal trainer with the barebones education, knowledge, experience to be training anyone other than a beginner; because they themselves are a beginner. They may or may not be certified or even technically educated in any way related to health, fitness, nutrition and CPR.

Online fitness companies like this are some of the best at describing the level of bullshit, woke, misinformation, car salesperson mentality you will ever see on the internet. It’s a goddamn template formula and it works. Works for the company to make them money while you the customer are filled with empty promises, placebo pills and training workouts that defy common sense, logic and even science. I am so glad I got out of the bodybuilding/powerfliting/fitness/coaching scene as a job/lifestyle.

This literally sucked the life out of me. All I wanted to do was be like Mickey from Rocky and just call people bums while they sweated their fat away… I wanted to train people because I couldn’t be a professional athlete myself. I wanted to be in the mix as much as I could be, so I went to be a trainer and all I learned was how to be a lying, cheating salesperson of nonsensical woke mentality…

I did this for nearly two years before I gave it up for good. This was one of the better choices I ever made... I stopped looking up to these guys/gals as heroes during this time, hell before this time. Probably around when Rich Piana died, did I start seeing these guys/gals for what they are, frauds, liars, cheaters, manipulators. False prophets… The fitness world has to be one of the hideous fashion shows I have ever been apart of. These people have narcissistic tendencies to a new level of granger.

One of the few things that stands out about them to me is their incredibly inflated self-belief in themselves that is based on almost nothing provable other than their word for it. They believe their own bullshit like the karate guy next door who punches air 10-feet away from their opponents and somehow knocks people over. It is downright delusional behavior. That concept right there should have people running for the hills. It’s almost predatory in a sense because these people look for the ignorant to pitch their ideas, products, packages to.

I am not saying all people into fitness are like this. I am not saying all people that work in fitness are like this. I am just saying I have met a lot that are. I am not even saying Rich or Calum is like this. I am simply stating what I have noticed over the years more times than not. I know and have worked with some amazing people in fitness. I have also waited outside in the parking lot for others. I have empathy here for Calum and what he has had to go through and will have to endure to get better. I am not gonna bet on it but I still feel for the guy. All I am saying is; as I do feel bad for what has happened with him. It doesn't surprise me at all. Actually, in a joking sort of whey, one could see this coming. It really shouldn't be a surprise that these fitness celebrities have "these kinds of problems" in their life. The ending to a fitness personality’s life and career usually ends the same way, tragically…

These kinds of problems, as in, drugs, Mental Health issues, shady business practices. Come on, really? To be a bodybuilder/powerlifter at this level one has to be on that edge of sanity an insanity.

Look what these people go through, look what they do to their bodies. Their lives, their loved ones. More horror stories than happy endings... Change my mind will you! You probably can’t… I have seen it firsthand myself.

I understand when the Internet Troll wants to attack lifters, fitness personalities for their drug use, be it narcotics or performance enhancing drugs (PEDs), but to always point to the needle isn't really an argument anymore. I mean if you really wanna discuss it, it will come up and it does have its part to play, but think about what those chems actually do. They make everything bigger, larger, more grandioso. This also includes mental stability. If one has Mental Health issues already, any drugs, be it roids, test, weed, bipolar meds, alcohol; it will exacerbate the condition more times than not.

Go Ahead Change My Mind I’ll Wait!

What you see specifically here is a man that has serious Mental Health issues. These issues were there before, maybe not at the extreme level it is now, but they-were-there. People do not just lose their shit overnight or lose their shit one time in band camp and did some blow. No... These things happen over many years of abuse. Be it drug-related, alcohol, or other mental stresses that life provides.

Because the man is a physical Adonis we have more reserved judgments about this because, you, I, most, cannot duplicate those results specifically. There are a lot of drugs these lifters use to attain their physique. No doubt about it, just that isn’t the main/only reason this happens to fitness people. They already have issues, major ones, we just do not see them online all that often. They-are-there…

The use of PEDs, whatever they may be, is a given in all of sports. It’s more focused in physique, bodybuilding, powerlifting and even Cross-Fit because of the direct correlation between PEDs and how it can help the body look and/or perform a certain, specific way in a matter of weeks and/or months.

However, there are plenty of examples where people use these drugs, and do just fine at life, health, fitness, inner/outer love. To simply just blame the chems for all of it is an extremely narrow assessment of why more horror stories like this and bad endings happen over happily ever after endings in the fitness world.

I know people personally involved in the fitness industry that are the greatest and best of us that have ever lived. They do it by example, regardless if they had to cheat to get there, but what is cheating, exactly?

If you mean being extremely successful in life, in monies, business, looks, physique, strength and conditioning... Are there rules in that- that directly say don't do this or its cheating? No, we all cheat… At life, all of us, every single one of us are cheaters at something in life. That cannot be denied…

As I said to begin my dissection here, I get what people are saying, but to simply just use the steroid argument and conversation is over as the only and main example, isn't just incomplete. No, it’s like beating Glass Joe in Round 3 of Mike Tyson's Punch Out on the old NES and telling people you mastered the game. The reality is most people KO Glass Joe in the first or middle to late 2nd round. To play him in the 3rd round, one should quit and start over lol or never play Mike Tyson’s Punch Out ever again because you suck...

There is more to it than just abusing anabolic this, HGH that. So much more… I am not saying the Trolls are wrong or insulting their intelligence by defending PED usage. I am simply saying it’s incomplete and over explaining why it’s incomplete.

Mental Health doesn't care if you care, about anything. Mental Health doesn't care if you are fat, skinny, judged as pretty or ugly. Mental Health doesn't care whether one is emo, country or metalhead. Mental Health doesn't care about your passions or care about your romantic life. It certainly gives zero fucks about your children and/or the next generation to absorb the pain and not know how to deal with it.

The point of this is, just this, Mental Health does not care what you care about or care that you are able to care at all. People do believe that if they attain their wants, hopes and dreams that they will be happy. I'd love to see the actual evidence that suggests this is at play as a real thing and not just another Instagram fitness model post about dreams coming true or she was a fierce creature in the Universe walking alone. Just sayin’… I am a nut for the accuracy of data.

No... I am writing a well thought-out blog about why bodybuilders, powerlifters, physique competitors and crossfiters are so mentally unbalanced to a cloud nine degree of misery is if one already has severe Mental Health issues, being a professional at the elite level just makes those problems more grandioso. The average troll will say it’s all the HGH and Steroids, they are not wrong, but to be right, they need to be more specific than just using the pink elephant as the main, and in most cases, only thing to point to.

No, Mental Health is POWERFUL AF… What does the data say? Just check for yourself what the YouTuber’s says every few weeks. There are plenty of fitness podcasts out there chopped edited to make it sound like these people know what the fuck they are talking about. I have been editing videos for 23 years at this point and if I go unscripted just ranting away I’d have to edit every few words just so I do not sound like I am bumbling over my own words. I am not a professional at being in front of a camera trying to make videos with talking points. These fitness personalities aren’t professionals either. They are literally learning on the job. Just because they do not have video production degrees doesn’t mean they don’t know what they are talking about either. However, it does make me want to look into what they say more clearly because they could be and probably are just bullshitting to get more clicks/views and take that data to their bosses to get paid. I am not fascinated by the appeal anymore of what your everyday fitness personality has to say on their podcast. I lift now just so I can stay looking young for as long as my body holds out and this disease allows me to live…

If Mental Health wants to take you down, you can bet you are going down. All you can do is minimize the damage. If one is this unhappy they jump out a window. Simply doing things that change a life isn't enough. One just takes those problems onward. Take losing drastic amounts of weight, fast, as an example… In this case, it was being thicker and now one is less thick. That journey can literally change the wiring of a human’s brain, both in a good way and not so good way. The same goes for the steroid abuser. Not all steroid users are abusers but the data tends to show that most cannot not abuse it either. If someone is not seeking counseling and has feelings of hurting themselves directly or indirectly, I am guilty of indirectly; I'd highly recommend that they do get some therapy. I am in therapy. Most real successful people are and if they say they are not, they are lying.

Remember, Mental Health Doesn't Care About You. You Do Though...

Pumping Bullshit by David-Angelo Mineo 5/16/2022 2,989 Words

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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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hi!!!!💘 here have another “ian processing things” ficlet inspired by this post i saw today by zo @grabmyboner <3

(contrary to zo’s amazing post, ian does not have a new instagram in this to fuel the slight angst🤕)

He was having a weirdly good morning when it happened— it was Sunday, and he and Mickey had woken up late tucked together in a warm cocoon under the sheets, legs tangled and bodies pressed close, with Mickey breathing out huffy, just-waking-up breaths into Ian’s neck that tickled his skin until Ian had rolled onto his side and playfully shoved him away.

They’d laid under the sheets for what felt like hours, lazily scrolling on their phones, with Mickey letting out puffs of air through his nostrils in a silent chuckle every time a particularly outdated and stupid meme came across his Instagram Explore page— and of course Ian had to combat Mickey’s intense glee at holding up dumb Instagram memes too close to Ian’s sleep-bleary eyes by clicking open his own phone and thumbing over to the pink and orange app on his home page, to try and find some other stupid shit that would make his groggy half-asleep husband laugh.

It was then, when he opened the app and passively flicked over to his notifications, when he saw the memory:

See your post from 6 years ago today.

Before Ian even clicked on the thumbnail of the picture, before he touched the pad of his finger to the blurred, too-small image beside the words bolded in black, he felt the telltale tightening creeping into his chest— the one he couldn’t really explain most of the time, the one that snuck in and left his heart rattling and pounding against the walls of his ribcage despite the shaky, measured breaths that he tried to sip in and out to fight the rush of feeling.

But out of curiosity, or maybe a little bit of self-sabotage, he clicked on the image—with Mickey still obliviously smirking at his phone screen beside him in the bed, his free arm draped casually across Ian’s chest. So Mickey didn’t notice, really, when Ian pulled up the full post on his own screen— a pixely photo, taken on a now-outdated iPhone in the hazy darkness of the Fairytale.

Ian’s pale skin, the strobe lights bouncing off of it, was the only really visible item in the foreground— and in the shadows behind him, a group of unfamiliar faces. It didn’t even really look like him— his heavy-lidded gaze was murky, definitely hopped up on some bizarre cocktail of drugs quickly taken in a dirty bathroom stall with shaky hands. Ian— Ian in the photo, Ian at the club— was leaning sloppily against the chest of a grey-haired stranger in a dark button-up; glitter on his hollow cheeks, a barely-there mesh top, smudged eyeliner almost masking the purple shadows under his eyes. A black feather boa wrapped tight, too tight, around his neck— an older man with his hand snaked around Ian’s waist, another with his fingertips tangled in the end of the boa.

The tightness was still there, a rubber band wrapped snug around his chest. Aside from the shame and disgust swirling somewhere in his gut at seeing this stupid fucking picture, the thing that Ian felt most was the annoyance welling in him, thick and heavy— what fucking person couldn’t look at a picture of themselves being a stupid teenager? What type of person still felt the aftershocks, like fire and ice and fucking bee stings swelling under his skin, just by looking at a fucking old Instagram post?

“Hey man, are you good?”

Mickey’s phone was now face-down on the blanket, his body twisting under the sheets towards Ian. His eyes flickered to the phone clenched tight in Ian’s hand, undoubtedly searching for the reason that Ian’s heart was thrumming just a little bit too quickly under where Mickey’s hand was still limply resting on his chest.

Ian tried to swallow down whatever was in his throat, whatever was on his tongue. “It’s fine. Just thought I deleted all these old pictures and shit.” And despite that, he couldn’t really look away. “I guess I only got rid of the ones with the sleazy comments. And the videos or whatever.”

Mickey’s brows furrowed. They both weren’t really social media aficionados— if anything, they’d only really gotten into it recently, after the wedding and the move and needing some way to keep the rest of the Gallagher clan plus Kev and V in the loop about their various gardening endeavors and pictures of Baz sleeping, and to see Lip and Tami post baby pics of Freddie and his new little sister. Ian had rebooted his old Instagram account, the one he’d made in his final moments of high school and posted heavily-filtered pictures with Mandy on before joining the army. When he’d started working at the club back then, the Instagram quickly became a place to drum up business, to post specific photos and to flirt with clients in the comments— and he thought he’d deleted all of them when he redownloaded the app, keeping the pictures of a freckled 15-year-old Ian and removing the rest up through youth center brunches with Geneva. Apparently he’d missed this one, and all the memories that could come flooding back with it— and neither he nor Mickey had really noticed.

Mickey’s eyes stayed frozen to the screen— cautious, thinking. “Just fucking delete it, man.”

Ian thumbed over the red delete button, sending the picture into some sort of pixelated oblivion. But even that couldn’t really scrub the image out of his mind— the fingers pressed into his hip, the scratchy feathers tangled around his neck, the now-heavy boulder lodged in his chest. He ran his free hand through his hair, trying to ground himself in the face of whatever weird floatiness he was feeling—tugging at it, just a little.

“Hey.”

Mickey reached over— gently plucking the cell phone out of Ian’s white-knuckled grasp, placing it beside his with a soft thud on the bedsheets. Running his own hand through Ian’s hair— a hand that was gentle and slow, a hand that slightly dulled the buzzing in Ian’s brain, soothing the pain at the roots of his hair.

“Sorry.”

Mickey opened his mouth to protest Ian’s apology, but the words kept spilling out. “I don’t know why seeing stuff like that still makes me feel like shit. It’s like I forget it actually happened.”

He was healthy now— he was stable. He had an apartment with his husband, and a dog, and a savings account. How could he feel so fucking good one second, be laying in his bed from Ikea under a fucking duvet next to the love of his life, and feel so shitty in the next when he looked that version of himself in the eye?

It was stupid— it was so fucking stupid, but the feeling didn’t stop. He closed his eyes— he tried to focus on Mickey’s fingers, still scratching a slow pattern onto his scalp.

“You’re okay, Ian.” He let himself release a slow breath as he absorbed Mickey’s words. “You’re not there anymore. You worked fuckin’ hard to get here.”

Ian forced his eyes open. Mickey squeezed his wrist, tangled their fingers.

“I wish I could erase all that shit.” He hated how thick his voice sounded.

“You already did, Gallagher. Look where the fuck we are right now.” Mickey gestured to their white-walled apartment, their minimalist furniture.

Ian breathed out a throaty laugh. “Yeah. I guess.”

Mickey pressed a quick peck of relief to his temple, and Ian felt the warmth of it trickle down his spine. “You don’t gotta think about that shit anymore. It’s still gonna be there— but you’re filling everyone’s fucking Instagram feed with fucking tomatoes these days. You definitely ain’t the same person you were back then.”

Ian felt the corners of his mouth creep upwards. “You love my tomato pictures and you know it. And you love my captions even more.”

Mickey rolled his eyes— and leaned in close, settling again against Ian’s chest.

“Yeah, I guess I fuckin’ do.”

#anyways go check out zo’s social media AUs they r the greatest!!#not going to put this on ao3 bc it is so quick and short but am gonna plop it here!#day 1833943284739 of me projecting my life experiences onto ian gallagher #not to be tmi lol but a picture of me and an intensely toxic ex-partner from an intensely hard point in my life popped up on my instagram #earlier today and i was feeling!! things!!!#so i wrote about sappy husbands supporting each other to make myself feel better!!!!#okay this is a classic rori tag ramble full of too-deep emotions ANYWAYS i hope u all are having good sundays ily<3 #ficlet #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ixm #ian x mickey #tw self harm

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kuroos-moon · 3 years

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E-girl S/o

☾ pairings: ushijima x reader, oikawa x reader, kuroo x reader

☾ request: headcanons for Ushijima, Oikawa and Kuroo reacting to or being interested in/dating a girl that is kinda goth/e-girl/edgy? Like they wear a lot of black, like scary movies and video games, have a very sarcastic personality?

☾ warning/s: none

☾ a/note: not rlly sure if i did e-girls justice on this one im sorry

Ushijima Wakatoshi

• Doesn’t get the “oh, I didn’t expect girls like y/n are your type”

• Like?? Uhm, wdym it’s self-explanatory you’re just so eye-catching

• Yes, you caught the Ushiwaka’s eye

• You’re not dating or anything, let alone have started a conversation

• But there’s an impressive number of people who know he likes you a lot

• Wakatoshi’s blunt and genuinely honest for most times if not all of his life

• “You like anyone?” “Yes.” “Really? Is it that cute girl from your cl-

• “Y/n L/n.”

• Knows how much you love black bc it’s not rlly hard to miss, you wear it on you every chance you get

• And now you’ve cursed him with remembering you every time he sees the color

• You heard of the rumors that one of the nation’s top three aces likes you and you don’t believe them ofc

• Not that you don’t know you’re pretty, you love your reflection but you just reckon you’re not his type yk?

• He’s more of an admire and fall for you more from afar type of dude

• Totally stops and stare when you walk in the gym wearing a short black skirt and a black top, with boots and chains and all

• Doesn’t know a thing about fashion but damn, you’re so hot??

• Cannot hear even his own coach

• Hopes you’re not going on a date

• “Geez, y/n, is it someone’s funeral?” “Ah, Satori-chan, why are you even out of your cascket?”

• Kinda thinks you’re mean bc you’re sarcastic and his humor rlly isn’t up to your level lmao sorry but he wants to know what’s it like to actually talk to you

• So he does, once he bumps into you on his way out of the gym and you just awkwardly stare at each other

• “I like your style. Your outfit.” He says, and he is not even shy on the outside at least

• “uh thanks?” you just kinda smile at him bc ydk what youre supposed to do this is wakafreakingtoshi we’re talkin bout

• “you like black a lot.” “yeah, I do, what of it?”

• “you really look good in it. You own the color,” he says that like it’s no big deal before he walks away

• You totally crush on him after that encounter

• Basically, he doesn’t have a type. he cannot distinguish cute girls, e-girls, or any ‘type’ of girls

• What he could so naturally distinguish though, is you—his lovely darling in black—and the rest of the female population he couldn’t care less for

Oikawa Tōru

• You’re his most treasured babygirl and no he doesn’t take any criticism

• Your taste in fashion? 💯/💯

• Is maybe a tad bit too in love with your pretty boy and e-girl dynamic in pics bc his Instagram is flooded with them

• Hypes you up in your socials, in his, and in real life

• Goes for captions like: “choke me like you hate me, y/n-chan” and “step on me and I’ll apologize instead”

• He’s so cheesy but you love it :>

• Lets you pick out his clothes once in a while though you have different tastes and preferences

• You return the favor too sometimes and it’s not even a compromise on either of your parts

• You just have fun with your own things and you’re having fun in trying out things the other likes too yk?

• One thing that shortens his lifespan is when you watch horror movies together

• HOW ARE YOU NOT SCARED? Loves spending nights like this with you nonetheless though

• “y/n-chan is the ghost gone?” “yup, you could open your eyes now.” “thank g- hey!”

• Is the rare male teenager who’s kinda knowledgeable in make-up products bc of u

• He knows what kind of eyeliner you use and if he sees something kinda cool when he’s out, he’ll buy it for you

• Or tell you about it: “y/n-chan do you know this eyeliner called ***? I don’t know if it was the lady’s sales talk but I think you’ll like it”—wholesome and thoughtful

• Flexes you a lot and will not tolerate all the “Tōru and y/n don’t really look good together”

• “Right? She just doesn’t complement him right.”

• He’s childish and more so when agitated, not even Iwaizumi could hold him back

• “Oh yeah? THEN LOOK AT MY FABULOUS NAILS” flexes all ten of his fingers which you painted black just last night on your bedroom floor

• You just flip your hair in their direction and drag Toru away bc you’re too unbothered <33

• “y/n-chan back me up here, you have the bitchiest attitude towards me so let’s work together and unleash our sass on them so they shut up, okay?”

• It’s really rare for him to be that way with his fans but he’s the numero uno y/n-stanner ofc he won’t take that crap

• “your makeup and taste in clothes aren’t even half as good as y/n’s.” sticks his tongue out ✨maturely✨

• Hates when he has to play Karasuno bc you once mentioned you could imagine Tobio having the same aesthetic as you

• You also might’ve jokingly told him that “Toru I should’ve gotten a boyfriend from Karasuno, it’d be cool to tie their jacket around my waist and cheer for him at the same time.”

• Was so mad at you about it and refused to talk to you for days because he’s just so not childish at all

• “Ugh, why don’t they just change their team color to pure orange. Chibi-chan domination.”

Kuroo Tetsuro

• Already took an interest in you from what he observes is an interestingly snarky character

• Has been seeing you in only your uniform at first though but then he finds himself thinking a bit too much about you one night

• Stalks your Instagram <33

• Jaw drops, heart beats a tad bit faster, his yearning grows

• You’re so pretty. So good in black. Your poses? The whole vibe of your feed? He doesn’t know what to do with his admiration you’re just so freaking meant for him

• He gets it’s not the usual style for most girls in school, and tbh he didn’t know he’d like it so much, he just does now

• Knows there was no saving him once he starts imagining scenarios about you before he goes to bed

• This dork starts to know more things about you—it’s really cool that you play the same games as him

• Is up to date on your posts, your ig story, and your tweets but why in the world are you still not in bed at 3 in the morning?

• You just love gaming, huh? Should he start a conversation with you about it? He played that often too with Kenma

• He just can’t seem to though bc he’s nervous and lowkey intimidated

• Once witnessed you jokingly exchange snarky comments with your friends and you even flipped them off

• It’s settled then, he’ll graduate without talking to you sad kuroo noises

• You once posted a pic flexing your matte black nails on a weekend and when the weekday came, he was so excited to see them in person

• But your nails are no longer painted, and he was so disappointed bc they looked rlly attractive to him

• Voices out his thoughts mindlessly. “You removed your nail polish.”

• Everyone—including you—is surprised. Your desks aren’t even next to each other but his body was facing you

• Cringes internally once he realizes he had said it but is so surprised when you smile at him.

• “It’s not allowed in school, it’s a shame, you think they were pretty too, right?”

• He cannot function, he totally did not prepare for this—and to think he had so many nights imagining different scenarios about you.

• He was rlly popular and you thought you acted too confident; you just curse yourself for it. “Oh, uh sorry I thought you saw my post.”

• You look away, embarrassed. “Yeah,” he chuckles a bit. You cringe.

• “Black really suits you, and your nails were pretty, wish I could’ve seen them today, that’s all.”

• And who would’ve thought your relationship would bloom since then

• All because he’s so interested and mesmerized with everything about you <3

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#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! headcanons #ushijima x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!!#Ushijima Wakatoshi #Oikawa Tohru #Kuroo Tetsuro

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pinkjiminssi · 3 years

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So.. About That Hickey..

I think I’m still processing all of this and reminding myself I’m not dreaming 🤣 I seriously only got 3 hours of sleep last night and when I woke up the first thing I did was check twitter to be sure this “drunk bridal-style spinning hickey neck biting proudly showing off” moment actually happened!!

.. I hate the way my brain works though. I was so happy that it took me forever to fall asleep, spent all day on cloud 9 despite being tired, .. and then my old nemesis, anxiety, stepped in. Well kind of. TBH if all of the MOTS ON:E Jikook moments we got happened with Jimin/anyone else or Jungkook/anyone else.. I would seriously be sitting here saying “well fuck.. I believe they WERE a couple, but looking at all of this it seems they are no longer together.” So really, this just confirmed what I already knew about Jimin and Jungkook: they’re a couple. My anxiety is over.. why? Why show us this? If they can cover all of JK’s tattoos, a hickey/bite mark/whatever we’re calling it should be super easy to hide. Sure it was just rehearsal.. but it was rehearsal with cameras rolling with every intention of releasing what was being filmed as future content. It could have (and some might argue should have) been covered.

Guys... I’m confused. And concerned. ❗❗❗ TW for drama, hate, homophobia, the usual anti issues

That “official” explanation.. again.. why? I’m assuming Jimin and Jungkook were asked and allowed to explain because of the chance of it being spotted and armys freaking out, so BH (or possibly even Jikook) thought to get ahead of the speculation by just being up front about it all.. but THAT explanation? I suppose it works for covering up the army panic of “Jungkook has a girlfriend?! *insert fangirl sobbing*” .. but that’s literally all it does (and only barely if you go looking at some of the anti’s reactions to it all). Really, all it did was draw even more attention and speculation. I mean.. this is, essentially, what we were told: Jimin and Jungkook were together the night before drinking, apparently without the other members as they didn’t seem to know all of this already (and they would have if they had been there), somehow hanging out and having drinks turns into Jungkook picking Jimin up bridal style (random but some of the k-army reactions on twitter were translating through google into “princess style” and I just think that’s so cute 🥰), spinning ensues, Jimin gets dizzy and wants Jungkook to put him down, ... and so he proceeds to do the only logical thing that any of us would have done in that situation... biting Jungkook’s neck? And hard enough to leave a mark the next day?? And instead of being peeved about it (like most of us would have been if our friend bit the crap out of us), Jungkook looks happy?? proud even???

And they arrived together the next day and continue to be cute and playful?

I just.. I mean.. come on. First of all.. that’s a hickey. A bite leaves teeth marks. And one would assume a wild, drunken “let me down” chomp would be something that happens suddenly and ends very quickly. I know I for sure would drop someone on their ass if they decided to take a bite out of my neck (assuming I was even picking up and spinning around with one of my friends like that to begin with.. but let’s not even get into why that was going on at this point) .. but the way this bruised? Yeah. There were no teeth involved (at least not hard enough to leave indentations) and this took more than a couple of seconds of mouth-to-neck contact to still be that visible the next day. So.. in short. Jungkook arrives with a hickey, JK decides to not cover it up (or he would have shown up with it hidden and we see him get out of the car that morning with it clearly visible), BH staff sees it and also decides to not have it covered up and actually have it explained... and the explanation is “oh yeah Jimin just bit him, you know.. no big deal hehehe isn’t that funny?” 🤯 WHAT?! Yeah.. that’s totally normal, platonic behavior between adults...

I’m not saying Jimin and Jungkook are lying btw. I have no doubt it played out more or less exactly as they said with the exception of what they’re calling the end result. Jimin and Jungkook are fine.. I mean, what were they supposed to say? They’re not going to show up saying Jimin was sucking on Jungkook’s neck the night before. We’ll probably never know why Jungkook decided to not cover it up before arriving, but it’s his body and he gets to decide. It’s BH that has me so puzzled. Other than antis and people who refuse to see what’s literally right in front of their faces when it comes to Jikook.. who were BH expecting to believe the bite thing? Just among staff and the other members, it’s a laughable but safe “oh of course *wink wink*” explanation that allows everyone to carry on like normal. But to the public who don’t know them personally, don’t know their usual behavior and patterns, and who don’t have something like a non-disclosure agreement or professional courtesy preventing them from openly speculating.. it doesn’t fly. Pretty much everyone teen and up knows what a hickey looks like (either from having gotten/given one or at least seeing one on someone else in person or online). It’s immediately obvious what it is. And even if there was some uncertainty.. that it’s on his neck (instead of other easily accessible and less sensitive/stimulating locations) and just so happens to be right near his mole as it Jimin were aiming for it? Just another “too many coincidences” thing when it comes to Jikook.

Even antis on twitter couldn’t deny what it was and, so, had to resort to the “well I do that with my sibling and my uncle’s pet raccoon all the time it’s just family things” excuse and/or the “yeah well someone ELSE in the group (or a girlfriend) gave him that and they’re just covering by saying it was Jimin.” Oh. And the same old “it’s just fan service” excuse (as if Jungkook would let someone bruise his neck for the purposes of fanservice which, again, BTS has never done or needed to do. Forever pissed off that so many in this fandom act like Jungkook is a puppet doing whatever the “evil company” tells him to do regardless of his personal feelings or boundaries. The man has tattoos covering nearly every inch of his arm despite that being looked down on in Korea. At this point he can do whatever the fuck he wants). So.. why?? Seriously, why? This all could have easily been avoided with simple makeup.

When they’re doing official content they’re all literally followed around by a flurry of staff fixing hair, dabbing sweat, touching up makeup, etc. Even though it was rehearsal, staff were everywhere in the footage that’s made its way online. If they were worried that it would be seen in the background and “taken the wrong way,” just have the staff occasionally touch up the makeup. “Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” But instead of doing the obvious, BH decides to: not cover it, draw attention to it by asking about it and letting them continue to talk about it, go out of their way to get a camera on it, and then include it in the final cut of the content they sent out?

BTS is literally the most popular group in the world right now and BH has become a behemoth of a company that runs like a well-oiled machine. They’re not stupid; this was not a mistake. For some reason they wanted us to see this and, one would assume based on the lack of a more believable explanation, they wanted us to come to the conclusion that we all have: Jimin gave Jungkook a hickey. You know they have teams dedicated to monitoring reactions to content on social media. You know they know the dialog surrounding Rosebowl, Black Swan MMA, the Memories 2020 “almost kiss,” etc. etc. All of this got “jikook,” “hickey” and variations of their names trending for HOURS (in multiple countries and worldwide).

Out of curiosity, I decided to check the trends at the time of writing this. As of 3 AM CST (about 24 hours AFTER the clips started showing up online), there was still a hashtag trending related to all of this: #FREEJUNGKOOK.. and the tweets being directed toward BH are.. disturbing to say the least:

While I agree that the boys should trend more often based on their talents and music.. what’s going on right now is a homophobic 💩 show accusing BH of “scripting” interactions (rather than.. you know.. Jungkook interacting with whoever he wants however he wants.. the usual “mindless puppet JK” narrative), trying to coordinate the mass sending of angry emails, trying to get people to stop buying paid content, accusing BH of taking advantage of the members.. I mean it goes on and on. And BH know what’s going on right now. They’re seeing the reactions... the good and the extremely negative. And still they let this out. And this is all not even CONSIDERING the mountain of other moments that made the cut on MOTS ON:E.

(side note, the above pic just oozes happiness and it’s so cute I love it!! 😭)

So.. even though I’ve said it dozens of times already... WHY? W H Y? I’m an anxious person by nature and not very trusting. I believe Jimin and Jungkook and I don’t think they’ve been lying and pretending for “fanservice” all of these years. I respect them both too much as individuals and artists to believe that they would stoop to such tactics just to generate a little more “interest” and revenue. I’m suspicious of BH. BTS doesn’t need fanservice to get attention; literally all of 2020 and 2021 so far has proven that beyond a doubt. Even if they suddenly made the decision to do fs.. why not go with the most popular ship (taekook) or at least one that isn’t so hotly debated on social media (remove Jimin, Jungkook and Tae from the equation and you still have four members to “play” with who have much less potential to have fs devolve into a toxic crap show all over the internet). Showing us this will do nothing to help BTS as a group or Jimin and Jungkook at this point. In fact.. all it can do is hurt. Hurt BH, hurt the group, and hurt the individual members, heck.. even potentially hurt other BH/HYBE groups. I’ve already seen people on twitter saying they’re “done” spending money on anything BH or BTS puts out because they’re “sick of jikook in their faces and just two of the seven hogging all of the screen time.” Whether or not that “spending freeze” actually materializes into anything noticeable remains to be seen of course.. but the threat is there and always has been. What is the motive? And why now? As much as my “hopeless romantic” heart would like to believe they’re preparing us for Jikook to be “out” .. I seriously don’t think that is ever going to happen. Certainly not now at the height of the group’s fame, with them being given Presidential honors and ambassador status, and with military service still looming over them all. And let’s not forget... Korea is NOT a safe place for a queer couple. Letting us see and know what they did through what was released has the potential to put Jimin and Jungkook (and the other members by proxy) in danger. Sure.. BTS has never been hardline rule followers and have been breaking molds and shattering norms from the start, so “officially” having an openly gay couple in the group wouldn’t be impossible.. just... highly highly improbable. Especially right now... and I’m concerned. I don’t want to sound like the creeps I posted a screenshot of above throwing blame at the company. The boys chose to renew their contracts with the for a reason so we have to trust their judgement as a group... but still, I’m worried and I’m questioning what the purpose was here.

#jikook #drama #kat thoughts #sorry for being a downer...#I'm stressed :(

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airportb · 3 years

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Wanna Bet?

Pairing: Adult Pro Hero!Bakugou x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Wordcount: 4.3k

Tags/Warnings: smut, sex, explicit content, size kink, Daddy kink, one night stand, choking, oral sex (female receiving), minor crying kink if you squint, praise kink

Summary: Y/N is at a party at her friend Mina’s apartment when Bakugou shows up. Liking what he sees, he takes Y/N home with him for a night of fun.

Author note: I hope you like this little musing of Bakugou! The art above was a commission from @uwuharleigh who also did my profile pic ❤️

Y/N was leaning against the wall, looking over the crowd of heroes that were crammed in the medium-sized apartment. Her friend, Mina, always invited way too many people over when she threw a party. Y/N was pretending to pay attention to some random guy that was telling her a boring story. He had been hitting on her for 15 minutes and was getting nowhere, but he was persistent. At first he seemed cute, dark blue hair, glasses covering bright blue eyes. Hot but in a nerdy sort of way. Then he had started talking and it was all she could do to pay attention as he prattled on about the state of Hero agencies and police interactions. She took a sip of her drink, nodding in agreement with something she didn’t hear when she noticed someone enter the apartment.

He had blonde hair, spiky and unruly. His shoulders were broad and his arms were strong. He was wearing a white shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing large pecs that Y/N found herself aching to leave marks on. Tight jeans hugged his thighs and ass in all the right ways. He looked like a god, the sex appeal radiating off of him. Y/N almost choked on her drink when he looked over the room and his red eyes stopped and landed on her. He took a sip of his beer, staring deep into her eyes and smirked. Y/N felt the heat rush to her cheeks and an awkward smile broke out on her face. Her eyes flickered down to his lips as he pulled the beer away and she saw him run his tongue slowly over them, licking off the drink left on his lips. Holy fuck, Y/N thought as she turned her attention back to the guy that was still rambling. She started wracking her brain for a way to get away from the man in front of her and get under the man of her dreams across the room.

“Y/N!” She heard someone call, letting out a relieved sigh when she noticed Mina coming over. “Come on, I need to talk to you,” Mina said, grabbing Y/N’s arm and dragging her to the kitchen.

“God, thank you for that, that was the most boring conversation I’ve ever had,” Y/N chuckled, grabbing another beer from the fridge. “Everything okay?” Mina looked around and pulled her in close so she could whisper in Y/N’s ear.

“Katsuki fucking Bakugou was totally checking you out,” Mina grinned conspiratorily.

“Who?” Y/N asked cluelessly, an involuntary smile appearing on her face. So he has a name. That’s a start.

“Girl, the guy that just arrived. Average height, blonde hair, red eyes? We were friends at UA. I’m surprised he showed up tonight, he usually ignores my party invitations,” Mina rolled her eyes before they widened as she noticed someone behind Y/N, quickly shushing her. Y/N furrowed her brow and looked over her shoulder to see Bakugou had walked into the kitchen and was standing by the counter, talking to some girl.

The girl was standing very close to him, touching his arm and laughing at something he’d said. He felt eyes watching him and his red eyes immediately connected with Y/N’s again as one corner of his mouth curled up. There’s that damned smirk again. Y/N swallowed and had to force herself to break the eye contact and turn her attention back to her friend, who had a knowing grin on her face. Y/N shot her a threatening look and rolled her eyes before making her way back to the living room.

Y/N spent some time talking with a few of her friends, trying to distract herself from the man on the other side of the room, well aware of his gaze fixed on her. When she finished her beer, she headed back to the kitchen to get another one. As she popped the top on another bottle, she sensed someone approaching her. She looked up and was met with piercing red eyes. Fuck.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” he asked with a smug grin, licking his lips. His voice made her shiver and she felt the familiar heat rush to her cheeks as butterflies made their way somewhere that was not her stomach. Refusing to allow herself to appear weak in front of him, she swallowed and smiled back.

“Mina’s my best friend, it’s kind of my duty to be here,” she responded, taking a sip of the cold beer and turning to face him. “What about you?”

“My best friend is trying to hook up with yours and dragged me here with him,” he snickered, taking a step closer. Y/N laughed and even though she tried, she couldn’t look away from him.

They started with basic small talk and soon were talking about deeper subjects, alcohol providing the perfect social lubrication for unfiltered conversation. Bakugou was surprisingly nice. Y/N had expected him to be kind of an asshole based on what she’d heard about him but she hadn’t been this interested in talking to anyone else the whole night. After Y/N managed to catch her breath from laughing at a joke he told, she noticed how close to each other they were as they leaned against the kitchen counter. His hand was slightly brushing against hers and his head was lowered as he looked down at her, leaning in to her as he hung on her words. Bakugou’s eyes examined her face and she felt her heart beat faster as they landed on her lips.

“Wanna get out of here?” he murmured, licking his lips as she nodded.

The taxi drive to Bakugou’s apartment was pure torture. His hand was on her thigh the whole ride, slowly trailing his way closer to the apex between her thighs. Awfully aware that the taxi driver had looked several times in the mirror when she unintentionally let out a whimper, she bit her lip, shooting him a pleading look. That only made him tease her more, his smirk growing. She decided to do her own teasing, moving her hand to his lap and palming him through his jeans. She leaned up and whispered into his ear that she was on birth control and clean and gave him advanced permission to do whatever he wanted once they got to his place. When she kissed just below his ear and whispered, “My safeword is red,” he groaned, pulling her in for a long kiss. When they finally pulled up outside his building, he hurried up the stairs to his apartment, Y/N following impatiently behind.

She was barely through the door when she was suddenly pinned against the wall in a kabedon, Bakugou’s red eyes darkened with lust and staring at her. He leaned closer to her face and gently bit her lower lip between his teeth and pulled back slightly. When Y/N tried to meet his lips, he pulled away with a mischievous smirk and moved to her neck. Y/N’s hands traveled up his arms with the intent of burying her hands in his blonde hair, but he grabbed them and held her wrists over her head in one of his larger hands, not letting her move. Y/N let out a frustrated groan that quickly turned into a whimper as his lips found her neck again.

He started planting soft kisses on her skin that were soon replaced by his tongue. He gently tugged on her neck with his teeth, sucking roughly, leaving mark after mark. Marking her properly. His hand let go of hers and slowly travelled down her to her breast, squeezing it roughly. He moved his lips to her ear, tugging gently on her earlobe with his teeth and grunting softly in her ear when she let out a muffled moan. Y/N felt the wetness forming between her legs as his free hand trailed down her stomach to her waistband, teasingly sliding his fingers under the fabric of her jeans. Popping open the button on them, he maneuvered his hand into her panties and started circling her clit slowly. She gasped at the sudden touch, the ache between her thighs was almost unbearable before he started to give her the friction she so desperately needed. He grinned and bit her neck once more before moving his face so they were an inch away from each other.

“Now, are you gonna be a good girl and do what daddy says?” he licked his lips, his voice low and rough from lust. Y/N’s breath hitched at his words and she raised her brow at him defiantly.

“That’s funny, you’re not my daddy,” she managed to say before his hand left her clit and pulled out of her pants. She groaned at the loss of contact, frictionless once again as his leg between hers kept her from clenching her own thighs together and seeking some relief.

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, baby girl,” he licked his lips and smirked. Letting go of her, he took a step back and started walking towards the bedroom. Y/N paused, catching her breath, before following after him. Stopping at the door frame, his hands grabbed her waist and pulled her in close, pressing his hard length against her as he kissed her breathless. “Lay down,” he ordered before letting go of her. Y/N felt a sudden confidence take over her as she moved toward his bed. Before laying down, she stared into his lust filled eyes and seductively removed her shirt, revealing a black lace bra that left little to the imagination. She shimmied out of her jeans, shaking her ass and revealing to Bakugou the matching black lace cheekies. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her appreciatively, biting his lower lip a little harder than necessary as his cock twitched in his jeans. She climbed onto the bed, settling herself against his pillows, staring him down and trying to take back some of the control of the night as she crooked a finger at him in invitation. She spread her knees, giving him an eyeful of lace covered flesh, trying once again to entice him to the bed.

“Come over here,” Y/N groaned impatiently when he didn’t move, desperately wanting to feel his skin against hers.

“It’s cute that you think you can tell me what to do,” he laughed darkly, slowly walking up to the bed. She leaned up off the pillows to try and greet him in a kiss, but he gently pushed her back down with one hand in the middle of her chest. He climbed on top and hovered over her, nipping at her jaw as his hand moved down and settled on her hip. His mouth moved down her neck and to her chest, biting her nipple through the thin fabric, causing Y/N to moan loudly. His hands gripped her hips as he slowly made his way down her stomach, placing teasing kisses over the exposed flesh. He slowly lowered himself down between her legs, spreading them apart with his strong hands as he smiled wolfishly at the damp lace.

He grabbed her ass roughly and started biting and kissing his way up her thigh. When his mouth reached the fabric of her underwear, he slowly licked the edges, causing Y/N to shiver. He moved his lips around her clit, and teasingly flicked his tongue over the fabric, her breathing becoming more shallow and quick as he teased. He raised his head and looked up to her, studying her reaction.

“Tell me what you want, teddy bear,” he murmured, planting another kiss against her inner thigh and then flicking his tongue next to her cloth covered clit again before looking back up. Y/N was at a loss for words, and just looked down at him baffled. When he got no response, he used a finger to trail circles around her clit, never touching the one spot she needed him to. He grinned as he heard a loud gasp escape Y/N’s lips as he almost touched it for the third time.

He raised his head once again, his eyes a glowing red. “Tell me, what do you want?” he asked again, impatiently.

“I- I want you to touch me,” Y/N managed to breathe out.

He trailed one of his hands from her thigh, up her side and to her breast, squeezing just a bit before continuing his exploration. “Is this what you wanted Teddy bear? My hands roaming your body? If you want something else, you’ll have to be more, explicit, in your instructions. Or else I may misunderstand what you want.” The devious smile on his face should have been illegal. She tried to hold out, tried her hardest not to give in to his instructions and demands. She never just obeyed the men she was with, she liked having control too much. But, she was no match for this man and as he began tracing a single finger on her stomach, spelling out his name on her skin, she lost it and finally gave him what he wanted.

“I- I want you to touch me,” Y/N repeated, still gasping for breath and practically begging for relief. “Use your mou-mouth and your fi-fingers. On my cl-clit. Please. For the love of god please just touch me.” Her voice strengthened at the end as she gained some semblance of composure.

He grinned before ripping the panties in half and shoving one, then two, fingers inside her, latching his mouth around her clit, his tongue viciously circling around it before sucking on it. Y/N moaned loudly at the sudden pleasure flowing through her body. His fingers hit all the right spots and his tongue worked her clit in a way she had never experienced before with any of her other lovers. She fisted one hand around his sheets and the other hand in his hair. After all the teasing he had put her through, it didn’t take long for her walls to start clenching around his fingers. He started pumping into her faster, curling his fingers to drive her over the edge, smirking against her clit and applying pressure with his tongue as she arched her back, screaming his name.

“There’s my good girl,” Bakugou smirked as he climbed on top of her again. Y/N managed to catch her breath and moved her hand to the back of his neck, trying to pull him in to meet her lips. He resisted, hovering above her, a devilish smile on his face as he refused to let her take the lead on anything. “Oh teddy bear, you gotta ask nicely.”

“Please,” she whimpered, desperate to feel his lips against hers.

“I think you can do better than that,” he said, daringly, stroking his fingers over her chest and brushing against her nipple, watching as it perked up beneath the lace and hardened under his attention. “You know what I want.”

“Kiss me, please,” she pleaded. She knew what he wanted her to say, but she didn’t want to give in. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was willing to do whatever he said. She pouted at him, hoping he would give in to her but knowing better. However, as the seconds dragged on and still not getting what she wanted, Y/N finally let out a frustrated groan. “Daddy,” she finally gave in and called him what he wanted. He growled at her words, his eyes shining with lust.

He crushed his lips against hers, immediately pushing his tongue inside her mouth. His kiss was aggressive, teeth and tongues mashed together as though they couldn’t get enough. She moaned and moved her hands to his belt, undoing it impatiently. He removed her hands, forcing them over her head and hissed, “Patience, teddy bear.” He sat back on his knees, straddling her stomach, and slowly started undoing his belt. He unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time the way she had and teasingly took it off. Y/N admired the muscles of his abdomen, her mouth watering and wanting nothing more than to trace the contours with her tongue. He moved off her and stood, quickly removing his jeans and his boxers. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight of his hard length finally springing free. He was bigger than any guy she’d hooked up with before. He looked down at her arrogantly, knowing the length resting against his stomach was something to be proud of. He gripped his shaft in his hand, rubbing over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over the head. He gave his cock a couple strokes, staring directly into her eyes as jerked it.

Climbing back on the bed, he lowered himself down on top of her and she felt his cock brushing against her folds. Her hands wrapped around his neck and tugged at his hair, eager to feel him inside her. He leaned down into her for another kiss, reaching beneath her to undo and pull off her bra, the last piece of clothing separating them from one another. He groaned into her mouth as he felt her hard nipples brushing against his chest. Moving a hand from her jaw to her breast, he rolled one of her nipples between his fingers and smiled as she gasped against his lips. He continued his assault on her lips and breasts for several minutes, grinding his cock against her and coating it with the wetness leaking out of her.

“Tell me what you want teddy bear,” he whispered against her ear, tongue slipping out to lick the shell of her ear before nipping at it. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

Nearly out of her mind with lust, she wasted no time in responding this time. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. No, I need you to fuck me. Please. I need it so bad. Shove your cock into me and fuck me until I don’t remember my name.”

He pulled back from her ear and placed a quick, hard kiss to her lips. He spread her legs apart with his hands and pushed her knees up to her chest so he had a clear view of her dripping pussy. He guided the tip of his cock inside before thrusting his whole length in, her earlier orgasm and his saliva providing plenty of lubrication. Shocked at taking him all at once, Y/N let out a scream of pleasure and a little bit of pain. It was nothing she couldn’t handle and it certainly felt good to be so full. Tears pricked at her eyes as she stretched around him and she shut them tight, trying to keep them from falling. He waited just a minute for her to adapt, slowly stroking her cheek affectionately.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, looking into her eyes as he waited for her to be ready. He knew he should’ve eased in a little more but goddam was he impatient. “Such a good baby girl taking this whole cock all at once. God, baby, it’s like you were made to take me. This pussy was made for me. You were made for me. I know you can’t talk right now but nod when you’re ready for more. I’m going to make you feel so good my little firecracker. I’m going to take you so high, you’ll never come down. Let Daddy make you feel good baby.” She finally nodded her head at him, giving him the go ahead to move.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out. He started off slow, pulling out and back in at an agonizing pace for both of them. They both moaned loudly each time he pushed back in, all the way to the hilt. She really did take him so well. The intimate position they were in allowed him to see her face clearly every time he thrusted into her. He watched as her breasts bounced just the slightest bit with the force from his thrusts and he continued pressing her knees to her chest as her nails dug into his arms. Her eyes fluttered shut as he reentered her body and she left out the softest little gasp. When he thrusted harder and deeper into her, her gasps turned into long, loud moans and breathless whimpers as she scratched her nails down his arms.

Tired of the slow pace, he started to speed up. He released her knees and her legs fell to either side of her. He moved up one hand and wrapped it around Y/N’s neck and squeezed gently at the sides, cutting off the oxygen supply for a few seconds and making her head cloudy with lust and the lack of oxygen. His thrusts became rougher, pulling out and slamming back in. Y/N couldn’t think clearly, the pleasure consuming her completely. Tears fell down her face from the mix of pleasure and pain and Bakugou was secretly pleased at the way the mascara ran down her cheeks, that he could make her feel so good. He leaned down, kissing her as he continued impaling her at shocking speed. She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulder and moaned loudly against his lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. He moved the hand from her neck to her hair, lacing his fingers through it and giving a soft tug as he exposed her neck to him. He bit her neck, leaving yet another mark against her skin, thrusting into her even faster. She had no idea how much time had passed when he suddenly pulled out of her and moved away until he wasn’t touching her. She cried out in anguish at the complete loss of him against her, needing to feel him against her. Seconds later, when his lips made their way back down between her legs, she cried out again, this time at the pleasure. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his teeth scraping carefully across the bundle of nerves. Pushing three fingers back into her, he stimulated her clit with his tongue, pushing her closer to the edge.

When he felt her walls start clenching around his fingers, he moved back up her body, making sure she wouldn’t cum before he thrust his cock back into her. Tears were falling freely from her eyes, the need to feel her release overwhelming. He reached down and grabbed one of her knees, pulling her leg up and around his waist. She moved her other leg to wrap around his waist of her own accord. He could hit new spots inside of her at this angle and it felt good for both of them. She felt his shoves becoming sloppier as he stuck two fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them hard, stifling her noises. He made sure to get his fingers good and wet before removing them to circle around her clit as he continued his rough, fast thrusts. He kissed her harshly, bruising their lips against one another.

“Cum for me, baby,” he grunted against her lips, letting out a moan as he felt her walls tightening around him. “Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.” He sank down into her, feeling his balls slap against her ass as he bottomed out over and over. Another hard circle pressed to her clit and she was there.

“Yes, daddy,” she whimpered as she experienced the greatest pleasure, gripping his back, nails scratching hard enough to leave marks, and crying out his name. She saw nothing but white behind her eyes as her eyes shut out everything and she felt only the pleasure he had provided. He watched her as she came, enamored with the creature beneath him. Eyes shut tight, face screwed up in pleasure, his name repeatedly whimpered out, tears and mascara running down her cheeks. She was a whimpering, moaning mess as he continued thrusting into her and rubbing her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm, prolonging it as long as he could.

Her words and the spasming of her tight, wet heat around him sent him over the edge quickly after her. He came inside her, letting out a loud moan of his own, his thrusts as deep as he could get. Her eyes opened as her orgasm subsided and she watched him ride out his own climax. He lazily thrust into her a few more times, grunting with each one, as she clenched around him, taking all she could get from his cock. He stilled finally, removed himself from her, and rolled off of her to lie next to her, catching his breath.

“God damn teddy bear, you’re fucking amazing,” he groaned lowly, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her onto his chest. Y/N turned her head up to look up at him and noticed the smug smile on his face as she leaned up to place a kiss to his jaw.

“What?” she giggled, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingers.

“I knew I could get you to call me daddy,” he teased, tapping a finger to her nose. She scrunched her nose and laughed at him.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it, because I’m never saying it again,” she snarked at him, making him laugh heartily. He flipped her off of him and pinned her back down on the mattress, his cock, already half hard again (a convenient side effect of his quirk), pressed firmly against her midsection.

“Wanna bet?”

#mha #bnha #katsuki Bakugo #Bakugou x reader #bakugo #bakugo x reader #Bakugou #my hero academia

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tiny-stack-of-knights · 3 years

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OKAY SO LIKE I GOT THIS ONE DONE REAL FAST BUT IM SUPER HAPPY WITH IT??!! Anyway here’s kirbs (:

Info about them and their place in the galactic crisis au under the cut!!

Here’s my general hcs for them!

-Kirby’s about 6 or 7 in this ref (except the two with the yellow backgrounds, we’ll get to those...). A small child, but a good child (:

-Since they’re a child, they’re only about 4’ tall, and will definitely be taller than meta when they’re older

-Speaking of which! They get moth wings when they’re older. Also they have paws because all of my puff gijinkas have them! The knights just like to keep them hidden since they make holding swords really hard...

-They were raised mostly on their own until meta knight stepped up and started taking care of him. And then dedede. And then they became a family ((::

-Because of the brief period in their life where they didn’t have a parental figure, they become VERY attached to anyone who shows them kindness (which, to be fair is just about anyone), especially his parents. They love meta knight and dedede so very much, and sometimes gets really anxious when away from them.

-If either of them are possessed, Kirby gets really distressed. It brings them a vague, forgotten pain from their past.

-Kirby hates sleeping alone. Despite having their own room, they often sneak in to sleep with dedede and meta. Well “”sneak in””. They’re not as sneaky as they think.

-Kirby’s fine with any pronouns really. Out of respect, and encouragement to define themself, most people use they/them for Kirbs. Very chill little dude

-Kirby is such a happy little kid. Like, this kid can bring joy to even the most depraved soul. They just love to make people happy, since they’re always happy too!!

-Well, mostly. Even as a well behaved kid, Kirby has their moments for sure. They still have a lot to learn socially and manners wise, and usually they only have outbursts when they can’t eat something, can’t have something shiny, or is asked to calm down their incredibly energetic and expressive demeanor. They also get really fucking mad if someone hurts their friends or family and will not hesitate to obliterate them. Kirby can be..surprisingly ruthless sometimes. But only sometimes (:

-It’s very hard to tell them no. They have puppy eyes like nobody else. And will possibly offer to make you something depending on how badly they want it.

-Despite being really young, they’re way more emotionally intelligent than most of the cast of the series.

-Kirby trusts just about anyone, and believes in the good in every single person! Even someone like Magolor, they refuse to give up on. They just want to bring good into the world ;v;

-They love drawing and making art, even if they don’t have the greatest motor skills yet. Anybody who gets a certified Kirby piece is blessed.

-Kirby loves space!! It’s hard for them to float all the way up there so meta takes them up there as a treat (:

-Kirby has vague memories of their first 2 years of life, but it’s muddled and usually comes to them through confusing dreams about a certain pink clad knight.

And here’s where the story for the galactic crisis au picks up (:<

(If you’re confused you can start from Galacta Knight’s ref!)

-Kirby is Void Termina’s opposite..so basically if the user of the Jamba Heart had a pure, happy wish!

-And that’s exactly what happened! Galacta Knight was the first to get close to the Jamba Heart after its hurried completion and sealing..basically before it could get sealed, his wish for a peaceful, happy universe (and admittedly, his desires for a family) manifested as Kirby.

-Therefore, Galacta Knight is technically Kirby’s father (:

-The unfortunate thing about being so close to the Jamba Heart as a Non-Jambandran, though, was that Galacta became corrupted by the Jamba Heart. More specifically, he became corrupted by what would have been, and would later be, Void Termina. Kirby acted as a foil to this though, and often kept him sane; neither of them realized this, however. Especially since Kirby was essentially an infant at this point.

-War broke out with the sealing of the Jamba Heart, and Galacta went into hiding with his little family of Morpho and Kirby.

-The two raised Kirby in secret and on the run from the Jambandrans and Halcandrans. At this point, Galacta was a wanted man. The Halcandrans blamed him for the outbreak of the war, and the Jambandrans were still convinced he was a Halcandran “super weapon”.

-Side note, since Kirby was raised by two puffballs (Galacta and Morpho), they eventually took the form of one later in life.

-After about 2 years of this, things went horribly wrong, resulting in the loss of Morpho Knight, and the breaking of Galacta’s fragile calm.

-He revealed himself for reasons I’ll explain in Morpho’s ref, causing both sides to immediately go after him.

-Eventually, Halcandra takes Kirby away as Galacta got more and more reckless, and the further from Kirby he got, the stronger his possession.

-A side note about Galacta’s possession. As Kirby’s foil, it’s still based on his wish for a peaceful universe and having a happy family. His corruption twists and distorts this desire to protect into something incredibly malicious.

-Hence, the destruction of Halcandra, the rescue of Kirby, and Galacta’s prompt removal from time by the Jambandrans. As a sort of bleak poetry, he really did become the super weapon they feared, just not in the way they thought ):

-As for what happened to Kirby and how they got to dreamland, that will be where Morpho’s ref picks up (:<

Thank you all once again for tuning in!! I’m pretty proud of Kirby’s ref, and I’ll probably be drawing them more aside from the two pics I already have with them and Galacta. And yes, I hope this helps clear up what’s going on in those two images. Thanks for making it to the end, and look forward to Morpho’s ref to tie everything up (:

#Kirby #kirby (character)#gijinka #galactic crisis au #my art #AHHH!!!#THERE THEY ARE #I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THEM BECAUSE IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR BRIGHT PASTEL COLORS #have fun reading there’s also a lot of notes here hehehe (:#ahhhh please excuse any typos I was just really excited about this 😳

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vdragon-creations · 3 years

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More Danganronpa Headcanons!

Why? Because I can! And I have to wait for a Commissioner to get back to me about a WIP I just sent!

I Think I’m gunna try my hands at making some Headcanons for Mondo, Ishimaru, Leon, Kazuichi, and Kiibo this time a round! Just cause I wanna try and explore new characters. (And totally not because I fell hard for a certain Robo Boi! WHAAAAAAAT! YOU CRAZY GURL!) I’m still loyal to my man Yasuhiro! But I gotta spred the love! Cause these boi’s need it! Also, wanna mention that these are more like...Non-Killing Game AU Headcanaons. So yeah! ^^

Let’s do this!

Mondo:

Is a Semi decent carpenter, but there was that one time he fucked up the legs on a chair, and now one of Asahina’s shorts has a rip in it where there was a stray nail sticking out.

She wont let him live that down. And neither will Sakura.

Get’s pretty embarrassed/pissed off if someone touches his neck! The dude’s jacket practically covers that entire part of his body, so he’s not used to feeling anything touch him there!

He once let out a girlish scream when Leon poked him there once to wake him up during class! The rest of them are surprised Leon wasn’t killed right then and there.

Once he participated in a little competition between the classes to see who was the arm wrestling champ. He got pretty far till he had to go up against Gonta. He lost by a landslide, but he felt better loosing to a dude like him at least.

Totally escorts any female classmate or student home on his bike if they ask, or he sees some creep hanging around them.

He does get embarrassed about it though, and ends up yelling at them. This results in one of three things.

The girl runs away!

The girl just politely declines, and walks away kinda creeped out!

Or a mix of all, with the addition of the dude sees this, and get’s spooked himself, and fucks off

Ishimaru:

Has a bit of a panic attack and dies inside if he sees someone leaving the men’s restroom without washing their hands!

Carries scented hand sanitizers with him! At all times! No matter what! And must offer some to every single one of his classmates!

Once he tripped in the halls while chasing after another rule breaker, and had to be carried to the nurse’s office. Now that alone wouldn’t have been a bad thing, except Sakura was the one who did it, and she carried him bridle style, much to his dismay.

Mondo and Leon teased him about that one for months.

During Christmas, he’ll start screeching about PDA anytime he sees a Mistletoe, or people under it who are about to kiss!

But will ultimately be the first one forced to stand underneath it by is classmates.

Stays behind after school hours to either clean, or poke his head into every class room to see if the teachers need help with anything.

He’s totally that guy who during the Gym Class or Sports festival, is bitching about how short the girls shorts are, but not realize he’s staring. There by making HIM the creep!

Leon of all people was the one to point this out to him, only adding to the shame.

Leon:

It’s not hard for him to start catching feelings for basically any girl meets.

Totally has an Instagram where he posts shirtless pics! He’s pretty popular thanks to that, and his Baseball Skills.

Purposely taught himself English so he could flirt with some of the American and British chicks who visit his profile and leave comments.

He’s pretty used to going from girl to girl, so it’s safe to assume he’s used to getting dunked on by the girls he’s dumped. Getting called a pig, dirty looks, even some of them going so far as to pour their drinks on them at lunch. This he can handle!

Wanted so badly to start a band with Sayaka, Ibuki, Kaede, and Kazuichi! (Probably due to the punk look Soda always puts on!) But he was promptly let down by all of them! Cause Ibuki had her own shit to deal with, Kazuichi because he had no experience with music (at least any good ones, Stay tuned for that! ;3), Sayaka cause she’s already part of a group, and Kaede because punk wasn’t exactly her thing.

But what really stresses him out is when one of his Exes just.....doesn’t really seem to care! It feels so outta place to him, and it actually makes him pretty paranoid. Wondering if their plotting for revenge or some shit! So he’ll spend days after breaking up with a girl like this, just kinda....being a little bitch! XD

Secretly, I’m pretty sure they all turned him down because they thought he was coming on to them to a degree.

Kazuichi:

Is a lot like Yasuhiro, he doesn’t like birds, but not because he thinks they work for the government. It’s because he doesn’t like most animals, they remind him of Gundham.

Miu makes him HIGHLY uncomfortable! Sure, she’s hot and stuff, but she’s a whole other level of fuckery that he wants no part of! She’s banned from entering his workshop, and so Kiibo is usually the one who comes in to grab something if Miu needs it. He completely get’s Kazuichi feeling put off by Miu.

However, Kazuichi is still pretty insistent on asking Kiibo if he can take him apart every time he comes to get something for Miu. Making the poor robot very uncomfortable!

He’s pretty jealous that Miu get’s to play with the Robot and he doesn’t. Get’s kinda salty about it.

Teruteru once gave him the idea that he should try to serenade Sonia. And so he did! Or at least he tried to. He got over the fence to the girls dorms, ripping his clothes in the prosses. Then when he got to the window (he thought was) of Sonia’s room, he threw a rock that was a bit too big at it, cracking the window and scaring the girl in the room! Waking up the whole dorms and he booked it out of there!

He attempted this one more time, and was better prepared. But Sonia opened her window to see a Kazuichi dressed in a Ghillie Suit and wearing an army helmet holding a guitar! When he started to sing and play, it was now obvious why Ibuki refuses to let him sing along with any of her music!

A girl from a neighboring room called the campus security to repot a strange dude outside the Girls dorms, while another one poked her head out of her window and began to throw things at him.

He left soon after, but was caught by security and reprimanded. Now he refuses to listen to Teruteru has to say about anything.

Kiibo:

Often get’s bossed around by Mui to get her things. He finds it rather degrading, but when she’s not being bossy, she’s helpful to him. So he puts up with it, as a way of saying thanks.

One of these tasks he’s asked to do a lot is going over to Kazuichi’s Workshop to barrow tools and such. He hates doing it though, since Kazuichi is always wanting to take him apart. So he does his best to make these visits quick!

Miu gave him the ability to remove some of his heavy armor so he can wear clothing like normal. Surprisingly, This was his idea! He wanted to be able to enjoy the comforts of soft fabrics like most humans. And it would help him blend in a bit better.

Gonta and him get along very well! Mainly due to both of them having a hard time understanding things like sarcasm, harsher jokes, and certain social cues. This usually leads to them both learning at the same time when they hang out!

Miu is his wingman, weather he knows it or not! She’s always wanting to add new functions to him to make him more appealing. One of these is a thin velvet like coating on his armor that’s meant to make his metal less harsh on the skin if you touch him.

Another one of these features is a type of diffuser at the top of his skull under his hair! It releases a pleasant scent into his hair, similar to pheromones. The scent changes based on Kiibo’s emotions.

Kokichi likes to openly mock Kiibo in front of new people. Like a lot!

Kiibo actually releases steam when he get’s too Angry or Embarrassed, but this is really rare.

Get’s really curious about Occult, Paranormal, or Religious things. Sure, he finds some of it to be very silly, but he can’t help but wonder why some humans like those things!

Some holiday traditions he finds weird too, and in some cases, a bit Robophobic. Like giving candy or sweets out on Valentines Day, when....well, he can’t fucking eat it! So he feels excluded in times like that.

He’s really confused about most PDA! Especially kissing! So humans just like...put their mouths together? And that’s like....supposed to mean deep affection? What’s so great about swapping fluids like that? Couldn’t they get sick? QUESTIONS! ANSWERS! HE MUST HAVE THEM!

His Ahoge doesn’t just change shape and move to show emotion, but it also tends to point in the direction that he’s attention is drawn too. Even when he’s trying to pretend he’s not looking at something! His hair is a dead give away!

Has a built in “Cellphone” in his head. Miu added it so it would be easier to contact him if needed.

Everyone in his class has his number, except Kokichi! And it will stay that way!

.......Until Gonta gave it to him by being tricked into doing it!

And now he has a small panic attack every time his “Cellphone” rings. Praying to all that is good that he doesn’t hear “HEY KIIBOOOOOOOY!~<3″ on the other end!

#headcanon #danaganronpav3 #Danaganronpa Kiibo #danaganronpa #danaganronpa2 #Danaganronpa None-Killing Game AU #danaganronpa leon #danaganronpa mondo #danaganronpa ishimaru #danaganronpa kazuichi #kiyotaka ishimaru #leon kuwata #mondo oowada #kazuichi souda #Kiibo #keebo #K1-B0

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #463

“the siren sings a lonely song of all the wants & hungers / the lust of love, a brute desire”

Describe the person that you would like to be in three years. I want my mental health to be in great condition, I really want to be in much better physical shape, ideally be living with somebody in our own place, have a job I'm happy with, have an improved social life, my own license and car... Think back to when you first met your significant other (or ex). Was your first impression of them accurate? It's funny, I honestly don't remember what my first impression of Girt was. I don't even recall our first interaction. I'm sure it was most likely that he was friendly, because he is and always has been. What is your most noticeable personality trait? Probably that I'm really, really shy. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Which of your family members do you resemble the most? I guess one of my immediate sisters? People tend to say stuff like they can definitely tell we're related. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. Who knows you better than anyone else? Hell, probably whoever reads these. When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? I guess you could call dating Girt a "new chapter." I have a much, much stronger feeling of this attempt being more successful than the last now that I've been able to change my angle on how I see him. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? I don't have my own vehicle and never have. If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you choose? *shrug* Most products of highly expensive brands I find hideous anyway. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yeah. One is a close family friend and actually our landlord. Does your family still use the home phone or are you all on cell phones now? We haven't had a landline is yeeeeaaarrrrsssss. Ever go to another school’s prom? No; my boyfriend went to the same school as me. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do there? No; we live in the city now. :/ When I DID live in the woods, I absolutely loved wandering around with my camera for stuff to take pics of. Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? None ever have but omg I wish that would be adorable. How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was one of them emo kids. Would you ever date your best friend of the opposite sex? WELP that's what I'm doing lol. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? I'd call it normal? Higher sometimes, lower other times, but not to either extreme. Come with an unpopular opinion. Silent Hill: Homecoming is a great game and while there's a lot of fan service from the movie, it belongs in the series. It's actually my second (or third)-favorite installment. Most of the SH community absolutely hate that game. What’s the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? A lot of shit Colleen would say if we got into arguments. She'd ridicule effects of my depression, said I'd never know what it's like to pay my own bills, stuff like that. She's hateful as fuck and everything cut deep. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing physical. If you got the chance, would you audition for a reality show? No. Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? More than once. What’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever experienced irl? Hm, I'm unsure. Favorite flavor of jelly bean? Probably watermelon. Do you use Tinder? If yes, have you ever met up with someone you matched? No. You do you, but if I understand Tinder correctly, it just seems... really shallow to me. Like don't you JUST see their picture to decide if you're interested or not? It just enforces the false belief that appearance really matters in love. You just poured your heart out to your crush and all he/she does is respond “k”. What do you respond/do? Well, I don't have a crush anymore; my boyfriend and I literally exchanged "I love you"s last night. That's not a crush. But for the sake of the question, I'll imagine I was single and this happened, in which case I would be both hurt and annoyed. Like, either tell me you return the feelings or not. It's not hard. What's your favorite thing to order from McDonald’s? I usually get a quarter pounder w/ cheese or a McDouble, occasionally with a small or medium fry, depending on how hungry I am. When do you feel your sexiest? Never, hunny. What's your favorite emoji? I don't really have one? It just depends on what the situation calls for. What’s your skincare routine? I don't really have one... I just use a washcloth to clean my face. Who all out of your immediate family smokes? My dad and stepmom. Do you like incense or candles better? Incense, totally. Do you respect your parents? Yeah. What’s your bf/gf’s name? It's technically Donald Jr., but since high school, I've known him as Girt, a nickname I won't explain for his privacy. Do you wear glasses? Yeah. Do you like The Beatles? I honestly don't. Except "Hey, Jude." What was the last reason you got excited? Last night. When we were saying goodbye, I was scared to, but I told Girt I loved him, and he immediately said it back confidently. My heart did like five flips. I'm still over the moon about it. Yes, we just got back together, but we've been in each other's lives as a constant since HS, and after changing my angle of how I looked at him, it's not at all platonic anymore. Do you know anyone who drinks the pickle juice from the jar? Sara does alskdjfklwejrl;er Name something crazy that’s happened recently? Uhhhh... I dunno. My life is very uneventful to have something really "crazy" happen. Can you say for a fact that you’re happy right now? I'm happy about some things, but also nervous and self-doubtful. Have you ever zip lined? No, but they look fun. I'd just be really scared of losing my grip. If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Ha, no. Have you ever been on a boat and got sick? No, but the one time I was at the beach and on a boat riding to an island, I was TERRIFIED I was going to get sick because of the waves. I didn't, thankfully. Did you sleep well last night? For the most part. My new mask might just be working. Do your parents try and plan your life for you? Not at all. Do you have any pictures of you kissing someone? Yes. List two things about yourself that you find embarrassing. My weight and how dark my leg hair is. Do you like to cuddle with your pet when you are sad? Yes. Do you find piercing attractive or unattractive? h o t Do you have any secret hiding spots in your room? To put money, yes. Do you like parmesan cheese on your spaghetti? Ew, no. I don't like parmesan. Does your best girl friend have any talents that you don’t? Yeah. She can animate well, for one. And sing like a fucking champ. Do you have any video game systems in your room? Which one(s)? My Nintendo DS Lite is in here. Well, and my laptop is a gaming one. What color eyes does the last person you kissed have? ... Oh WOW I've known this man for a fuckin decade and somehow I'm not sure??? But I want to say light blue? Have you ever taken a ride in a helicopter? No. Have you ever visited hot springs? No. How slowly or quickly would you say you eat? I'm aware I eat too fast, because my mom will point it out almost without fail if we eat in sight of each other. I'm not a messy eater at all, just... fast. Chewing your food and swallowing isn't a complex task. I've made active efforts to slow down, I just haven't been able to succeed. It doesn't feel normal. That and I've come to discover that when I chew food TOO much, I don't like the mushy texture of it in my mouth. What did you do the last time you were with friends? Yesterday Girt and I planned to watch shitty Netflix anime for some laughs, but we wound up starting Attack on Titan, which I am officially pretty into. What kind of cologne/perfume do you like the opposite sex to wear? I don't care if they wear any or not, so long as they know how to clean themselves and therefore not actually smell bad. If you celebrate Christmas, do you get a real tree or an artificial tree? We always use a fake one. Is there someone who means a lot to you but they don’t know that? My sisters probably don't, really... Is money important to you? Live your whole life poor and I want to see you answer "no" to this. Have you ever watched a meteor shower? No. Do you like Slim Jims? LOOOOOOOVE them. Would you rather write a mystery or love story? Love story. Are you muscular? No. Working for it. Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? Yes. Originally, this house didn't, but I hated it so much that Mom bought one. How many burners does your stove have? Four. Has your car ever been broken into? Mom's hasn't.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''blood milk and sky'' by white zombie

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 3 years

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If you ever want to write a full account of your hospital stay, I'm so here for it. I want it all: the farts, the grannies, the fighting over windows, the other weirdos, why you want to murder the doctor and how your fam will help you get away with it, the works. Start writing while I grab the popcorn! 🍿

Ok, don’t remember what I have said here already, so I’ll give a full story plus some flashbacks from my childhood.

-I got 4 grannies in my room, the average age: 65+

-granny number one: ultra Catholic, made a cross on my forehead (I was so shocked, I didn’t say a shit, aside of screaming in my head – woman?! Covid restrictions?! Keep your distance?!), a farmer woman (one day she just said that when she wants a chicken soup, she goes outside, catches the chicken, chops the head and make a soup – the faces of the other grannies - PRICELESS), praying in weird moments, instead of sweat pants, wearing dress shirts and dress pants (and you know, we were doing physical exercises there???), loving dirty jokes and making them A LOT,

-granny number two – tiny old sweet lady (she was like 80 something years old?), usually sitting in the corner or on the balcony and praying silently, she was like Catholic kamikaze, she sometimes was sitting on the balcony and praying for FIVE HOURS, oh, and once shitted her pants

-granny number three – ex school director, Miss Ooooow, Ooooow, came with 2 suitcases and occupied ½ of the wardrobe (for example, I managed to put all my things in my night stand), was very surprised I came with so little clothes and was washing them, was crying when she had to wash her hair because she always goes to hairdresser…

-granny number four – on a wheelchair, my best pal, making her own cigarettes at evenings on the canteen (a place where the meals were served, close to the balcony), as much done with the other ladies as I was,

-our room were filled with weird Turkish soap operas (the first time they turned the television on some Mahmud wanted to kill some Bahar and the dialogues were so cringy I had to check if it was a real show and surprisingly it was). Every day after I was evacuating my ass to the canteen or to the balcony where I was reading (I’ve finished 19 books and my ass still hurts because of the fucking hard chairs).

-if it was not a Turkish soap opera, it was Polish News on the public channel (Imagine FOX news), so every fucking day when it was played, the traitors of Polishness and Polish tradition and the only good ruling party like me, were gathering in the canteen. We were like a few folks (me, the granny number 4 and some dude doing crosswords and having super high blood pressure, mostly because all dudes from his room were watching the news and agreeing with everything what was said there)

-food, examples

-so I was not eating too much, so granny number one made a cross on my forehead and blessed me, so I would eat more and have a strength to give birth to children – I shit you not

-when I said I don’t want children – they almost had a collective heart attack. I decided to not reveal my other social, religion and political opinions, because I would be strangled to death in my sleep by a rosary one night

-one day I was stupid too much and didn’t leave the room while they were watching Polish Fox News and while half listening to the bullshit I probably made a fuck-my-life-face. When they ask what I was thinking about, my, a fucking idiot, said that about the vanity of life. They almost got another collective heart attack and almost ran to the nurses, no idea why but whatever

-Granny number 3, was afraid of other people snoring, because she had problems with sleep. In the end she was the one who snored the loudest

-there was an opening/closing the windows war. Granny 1 had sick lungs and asthma and whatever so was always closing the window because she was getting pneumonia and oh my god, while Granny 3 had problems with breathing, was suffocating and oh my God, so she was always opening the window. Granny number 3 was always opening the window while other already left for the meals, while Granny number 1 was always returning first and complaining SOMEONE was trying to kill her with the cold air and closing the windows. HILAROUS stuff

-on the end of the first week I ACCIDENTALLY broke a small window that was situated on the top, a window that supposedly was not meant to be open, so for the next 2 weeks we had a window opened ALL the time. Don’t ask why no one called some dudes to fix it, I have no idea, but thanks to it I survived the nights full of symphonies of farts

-that one day they gave us beans for the dinner and boy, you can only imagine

-one day we got a meat chops with a crispy batter. If you added the batter on the bottom to the batter on the top of the meat, they were thicker than meat itself

-all soups tasted the same. One day they gave us a soup and I was SURE it was a pickled cucumber soup and I was AMAZED that they managed to make it without cucumbers. Then I have learnt it was a sorrel soup *sad music in the background*

-the grannies loved to motherhen me for some reason. For example, I was sitting politely in the canteen, reading another fucking book, when one of them came and said I should not read so much, it’s unhealthy and they are worried about me. I was blinking for 30 seconds, wondering if laughing like a mad hyena would make them having another collective heart attack. In the end I just mhm-ed and continued reading.

-later I have learnt they were behaving like that, because they thought I was in middle school…

-basically, I was the youngest person on the ward and some nurses and other patients felt sorry for me because I didn’t have anyone in my age to talk… and I was like… why the fuck I should have been feeling sad? I could read and NOT TALK??? Also, or reading or murdering the grannies with a plastic spoon in their sleep, so thank you very much, leave my ass alone.

-on one dinner I basically ate pasta with pepper, because the spinach, guys, the spinach was awful and I’m not going to traumatize you with the pic

-I had a deal with the crosswords dude during breakfasts and suppers – was giving him ham and cold meat, he was giving me jam

-the Granny number one was SLEEP SINGING one night

-two days per every week some farmer was coming and selling his vegetables and fruits. Guys, all patients were buying food there, for sure I was weeping while buying plums, apples and tomatoes.

-Granny number three was super annoying and acting like a bitch aka typical ex school director, because when she wanted to watch something in TV at night, she always did even if the others were upset, but when she wanted to go to sleep at 9 she owww owwww owwwwed and was turning the lights off. So, sometimes I was returning at 9 to the room and it was dark. And there were no night bedside lamps, so it meant you needed to go to sleep too. At fucking 9.

-the face of one dude who was eating with us on one table was always priceless every time when he was opening the boxes. It was a personification of a man who was done, crying inside and knowing he can’t escape

-the most traumatizing experience after my hip surgery was PEEING. The nurse brought me a bed pan and I needed to pee while laying on my back and it was weirdly difficult, maybe because the nurse was standing over me, talking to another patient. Also, I can’t imagine taking a shit while laying, but whatever. On one moment after like a minute me trying hard, she put a hand on my stomach and said, oh so hard. My face was probably a mix between: ==’ and O.O. But in the end I succeeded, yay…

-another traumatizing experience is measuring the temperature every morning around 6. You know, you are sleeping, but suddenly feel some movement, so you open your eyes and a nurse, wearing a mask is aiming a thermometer that looks like a gun at your forehead. Amazing feeling

-I talked with some dude who had the same surgery aka hip removal, but he was not sleeping so he herd everything, and said how blood was gushing all over the place and the surgeons and the nurse was bringing the artificial hips three times, because the surgeons were not sure if they are the good ones. FUN

-btw, the first time when I saw a dead body was in a hospital. There was a ward where one room was for children, the rest was for adults after accidents etc. Sometimes someone died and they were usually putting the dead body to the bathroom on the corridor (no toilets at the rooms, it was one of the two bathrooms for whole ward). They usually put an “out of service” paper on the door, but sometimes they forgot about it. So, one night, me, sleepy and yawning went to the toilet, opened the door and hellooooooooooo the end of my innocence.

-the most stressful experience from my childhood hospital stayings was “did you defecate yesterday”? Because if you didn’t for a few days an enema was waiting

#not sg #my fam #shitposting #hospital stories

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partyinthemysterymachine · 3 years

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2, 7 and 8 for Harry and 6, 9 and 12 for James

HARRY

What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.)

he has a twitter and an instagram he sort of remembers he has (and will use it consistently for two weeks, then drop off again).

his instagram is .@harrymasontypes (aw isn’t that cute) and profile pic there is a half-eaten doughnut with sunglasses. pictures of heather are most common, then photos of his desk, in/around his house, out and about - y’know, as one does with the instant-grammards. he varies giving one word descriptions or an ominous tag, to saying a lot, to dad jokes, to reluctant promoting (but he does it HIS way, which means he’s at least having a good time)

one of his most popular photos is a picture of his (then-)latest book and he’s stabbed it with a large kitchen knife to the kitchen table. the lighting is impeccable and the mood is fine art and his caption reads:

“#FilicideSeries out. I realize now, after taking out my frustrations on my book like this, it appears it foretold its own demise. I’m a social media sensation. Thank you for supporting me, and supporting my support of the act of filicide against my own work. Committing filicide against my daughter is my own business, and I’ve already written my obituary. Thank you for your supportive understanding, understanding, and support in supporting understanding and support.”

his twitter profile avatar is the picture he took of Heather’s father’s day card one year that simply reads, “<3 HI DAD <3 <3 I HATE YOU <3 <3 <3″ and it was done with such obvious joking and love that he put it up there and was going to remove it eventually, maybe with a picture of hte cover his latest book (, begged his editor/agent,) but he has no time for that

Harry follows a lot of other famous and renowned authors and is followed by fewer, and mutuals with even fewer. his own fame and renown is actually pretty damn good; he’s landed on some bestsellers, done interviews, had a couple TV interviews (then had to shut down all future ones after the massive panic attack he at least kept together until he was out of the building). of course, you see a picture of the dude and you’d never know who the fuck you’re looking at if you don’t know to care what he looks like.

his twitter is cheeky, relaxed, sometimes serious, and sometimes sounds like an actual professional person. (Harry likes to blame those kinds of tweets on Maggie (his editor/agent) hacking into his account.) he interacts with fans, answers questions, posts pictures, posts The Far Side comics he likes, no context.

he’ll joke about a lot and only gets political if he really feels it necessary.

(in most incarnations, Harry will also be mutuals/best friends with Lane Morgans, who’s an OC, and who writes tongue-in-cheek romance novels. they will also interact on twitter and frequently be seen in each other’s pictures.)

How’s their cooking?

not too shabby! Harry took up cooking right after he and Jodi got their own place/got married and made Julia Childs real proud by the way he did it in the beginning LOL but luckily, he had Jodi and her family to help him get his sea legs in the kitchen. (Harry loved his mom and dad and their cooking was great, really, but they were standoffish people, and were uncomfortable teaching Harry his way around a kitchen.)

as he was raising Heather, he struggled to get back into cooking (or doing much of anything) and ended up binge watching old Emeril! and Julia Childs episodes and he was like fine, fine you know what, fine, and got back into cooking (and baking). now he and Heather have tons of options, stuff in the freezer that can be dethawed for later, etc. Harry does good work, he’s a good few ticks above average adn done with love (and stress, so much goddamn stress) so it tastes pretty good :3

he also really loves the Instant Pot and Heather would like to beat up the person who recommended it to him :) stop talking about the Instant Pot, dad, or just marry it already

Harry thinks his best dish is pork enchiladas, best dessert is rum cake (with custard!). Heather thinks his best dish is ‘macaroni and aw hell what the fuck do we have in the fridge’ and his best dessert is flan (or peanut butter cookies, if she must.) oddly, the flan started as a birthday treat and got a candle in it, and for whatever reason since then, whenever Harry makes flan for her, he puts a candle in for her when he serves it. he’s even included it in a baggie if he’d packed it for her.

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick?

The Thing

Aliens/2

Singin’ In The Rain

The Shining

White Alligator

Four Rooms

Inglourious Basterds

does it have Mae West? then yes

does it have Clark Gable? then yes

among many others.. he has a wide range of tastes..

JAMES

Favorite music?

old rock bands; The Who; The Doors; Rolling Stones; Motley Crue; some other artists like Fiona Apple, Janis Joplin, The Four Seasons; it’s hard for him to really remember, though. there could be more to it. those names just sound familiar.. but maybe he just doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

depends on his opponent. he’d have to give it another go; he was cheating the last time.

would he be willing to? not unless he had any other choice.. but it also depends on who’s involved..

Something small that they enjoy?

.. actually, yeah. it’s

#ches writes #:)!!#thank u for sendign these in!!#this is just what i found in my ass!!!. ;__;#harry mason #james sunderland #for my own tags lmao #i hope u like this #i had fun #poppycrowns

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

***

In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

***

In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

***

Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

***

I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

***

OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

***

More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞

#matchups #nin and bby owl #bokuto kotaro

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ficswithrimi · 4 years

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Golden (Final Chapter Pt. 2)

First Chapter: Chapter 1

Last Chapter: Final Chapter Pt. 1

Wanna listen to the official Golden soundtrack? Click here!

A/N: My notes will be at the end of this chapter. Please watch this and listen to this. (For FEELS listen to the song on REPEAT in the last section of the chapter.) Thank you and enjoy the final chapter.

~!~

Your POV

“Golden revealed himself! Jeon Jungkook!”

“Golden is Jungkook?”

“He’s that Jeon kid?”

All around you, people were shouting, screaming, applauding, and some crying – for who knows what reason – as they watched Jungkook reveal himself as Golden from their cellphones. You were too focused on trying to enter the auditorium to pull out your cell to watch. Besides, you were supposed to be there in person – not watching him from a tiny ass screen. You couldn’t hear anything from the phones that surrounded you as everyone were too busy screaming over one another about Golden revealing himself. Whatever his reveal was, it must’ve been epic.

“Ah, you can enter now,” the guy officer said as he stood up to open the door. The applause heard from the inside intensified when the doors open. You immediately ran inside and saw the scene from outside looked like the inside. Students were standing, shouting, applauding, and crowding the stage. Your eyes tried to see if you could spot Chloe or Taehyung within the crowd of students, however, it was a loss cause. Slowly, your eyes focused in on the perplexed man on stage. He seemed to be in shock from all the attention he was getting but you could tell something was off with him. His own eyes eventually looked towards the entrance – towards you – as he stood on stage. Just him looking over to you caused a smile to grace your lips as you felt your heart beat intensely. You were happy he finally was able to reveal his agonizing secret to the school.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon. Students, please clear the aisle so we can continue our exam,” The professor tried to sound stern, but everyone could hear the elatedness in her voice. She was beyond impressed with Jungkook’s reveal. You watched as Jungkook slowly climbed down from the stage, giving out timid high-fives and handshakes to the students he passed by. Trying to keep an eye on him and his green sweater, you began to squeeze in between and push through the students as everyone tried to return to their seats or move closer to see Jungkook. As you continue to shove your way through, you heard the professor trying to regain order of the class by threatening to take points off everyone’s grade if they didn’t settle down. Finally, you were able to reach the near front of the auditorium – where you knew Jungkook and Taehyung usually sat. Your eyes widened in excitement as you spotted Taehyung and Chloe grinning at Jungkook as he shyly socialized with some of the surrounding students. Chloe looked away briefly and over to you before shooting up from her seat and yelling for you to come over.

“Y/N!” Chloe waved you over. Suddenly, you could feel eyes burning into your skin. Golden’s identity was a secret when it came to the blog, but yours, however? Everyone knew who you were thanks to Jungkook’s public publishing of your messages to him. Of course, it was sort of your fault, as well. You could’ve messaged him on anonymous like others, however, you wanted to stand out to him. And you did. Of course, with all great things, came drawbacks. You could hear people whispering about you as you got closer to your friends. You didn’t have to look around the room to know you were receiving judgmental glares and scoffs from the people around you. It made you a bit self-conscious as you hurried over to the seat.

“You’re late! Where the hell were you?” Chloe frowned at you as stood at the end of the row, waiting for Taehyung to move so you could claim your seat in between Chloe and… Jungkook.

“Sorry…” You mumbled while Taehyung grinned at you as you slid past him. Before you could ask Jungkook to let you by, he stood up in the tight space, towering over you as your head met his chest. You glanced up slightly at him, half expecting to look into his dark brown eyes, however, he seemed to be avoiding your gaze. Moving onwards, you plopped into the seat Chloe had reserved for you by using her bag. You watched as Jungkook sat back down in his seat and shyly waved at some girls who kept turning back in their seats to giggle and whisper about the man. This irritated you a bit but also saddened you. Was Jungkook upset with you because you missed his reveal? You already knew he was Golden. Of course, he didn’t know that, but still. Why would he be upset?

“Do you have something? She’s going in random order,” Chloe said. “I already went and obviously Golden here has gone…”

You saw Jungkook flinch a little as Chloe casually mentioned his blog to you. “I have… something…”

“What is it? Tell me,” Chloe grabbed your arm and shook it. You tuned her out as you glanced at Jungkook. He hadn’t said anything to you and, honestly, you were a bit scared to say anything to him. Not just because you missed his reveal and – let’s face it – he was obviously upset about that. But also, this was your first time facing him while you both knew he was Golden. All your mind could think about was that time on the bench where you admitted your feelings for Golden and even kissed Jungkook’s cheek. Was he also remembering what you had said about wishing to never have talking to him? Of course, you didn’t know Jungkook was Golden at the time. Maybe he thought you were upset because he was under the impression you didn’t know? But… he saw you smile at him. He had to know you weren’t upset. Shaking your arm from Chloe’s grasp, you turned to Jungkook.

“Jungkook-“

“Y/L/N Y/N!” You turned your head to the front of the auditorium as you heard the professor call your name. “You’re up… if you’re here.”

“This ought to be good” Chloe smiled mischievously as your eyes shifted back to Jungkook. He glanced briefly at you before nodding his head at you. Letting out a heavy sigh, you stood up and made your way to the end of the aisle. Taehyung gave you a saddened smile as your eyes met his, causing your heart to pang at the sight. You haven’t spoken or seen the junior since he revealed he wasn’t Golden to you. This just wasn’t your day.

Again, you could feel the cold, hard stares – along with some curious ones – as you made your way to the stage. You could feel the nervous lump growing in the back of your throat as you shakily climbed the stairs to the stage. Nervously, you removed your phone from your back pocket and connected it to the screen. Immediately, your blog popped up on the screen above. It was plain – a simple white background with a pastel pink border. There wasn’t a blog description and the only thing on it was a video posted about 53 minutes ago. Swallowing hard to get rid of the lump in your throat, you turned on your heel to investigate the audience. Nearly all eyes were on you as they awaited to see what you, the girl Golden gave the most attention to, would do. Even the camera crews in the back were focused on you. It wasn’t until this moment that you realized you were also well-known on your campus as DancerCookies.

“Uh… hi… so um….” You eyed your professor who rested her chin on her laced fingers. “My old blog, DancerCookies, was just your normal blog. I just reposted recipes, food pics, and videos of people dancing. Um, because of an incident, I had to delete my blog and it led me to create this one…”

The professor seemed to arch a brow as you said this which caused your heart to beat faster than it already was. You just knew you had already failed the assignment before even beginning.

“Um, I think this blog assignment helped me figure out who I am. My old blog showed how I was torn between two things, indecisive about who I wanted to be. I think a lot of us go through that, especially us underclassmen. We’re forced to choose what we want to be right out of high school and that can make or break us. It almost broke me but, thanks to some friends – to a certain person… I was able to see who I really am and realize who I want to be. My new blog isn’t that great… but I think with this one post, everyone can feel the emotion I put into this Especially,” You paused as your eyes found and landed on Jungkook’s in the crowd. “You… Golden.”

With that, you inhaled deeply and pressed the ‘play’ button on your phone, starting the video behind you. Tori Kelly’s Paper Hearts immediately began to play. You stood off to the side as the video of you gracefully dancing to the song played on the screen. Biting your lip nervously, you looked towards your professor who held a soft smile on her face as she watched the clip. Looking away, you looked towards who you could see in the room of students. Everyone seemed to be entranced by your dance. It made your heart swell at the sight. If this last-minute choregraphed dance could hold the attention of people, imagine the effect you’d have in the future when you perform, hopefully, live for audiences and them falling in love you’re your moves. It was a dream. Finally, you looked to Jungkook. Your elated heart sunk at being unable to read his facial expression. You had worked so hard on the dance and wanted to use this reveal as a silent reveal of your feelings towards him. You knew he’d be the only one to understand the reference.

As the video ended, you managed to give out a wavered smile before removing your phone. The applause and cheers from your classmates meant nothing as none of them were from the person you wanted it to be from. You bowed slightly to the professor as you got off the stage and made your way back to your seat. You smiled at Taehyung as he congratulated you for your blog and slid past him. Jungkook still didn’t seem to notice your presence entirely as he let you by him, however, you did manage to see a slight blush on his face.

“Hey!! Cookie girl! That was sweet!” A guy in front of you turned around in his seat and grinned at you. Your face flushed at his comment and nodded your head at him in response.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s gonna be a famous choreographer. Remember her,” Chloe frowned at the guy as he just rolled his eyes at her and turned back in his seat. You tuned Chloe out as she started rambling about people giving you the respect you deserved and not linking you to Golden all the time. Her mentioning Golden caused you to glance towards Jungkook again. His attention was still on the stage. Gulping quietly, you eyed his arm that rested on the armrest of his chair. After a moment of internally arguing with yourself, you decided to get the man’s attention. Sighing, you gently tapped his arm. Your heart leapt to your throat as you visibly saw him jump from your sudden touch and turn towards you, his brow arched. You were used to a smiley Jungkook who showed his bunny-like smile whenever he saw you. Not this serious Jungkook. He really was upset…

“Jungkook, I-“

“We’ll talk later…” He said under his breath so only you could hear. “Everyone… is watching…”

You blinked at his words as you turned from him and looked around. Sure enough, people were still gawking at him. It felt like you were near a celebrity. Jungkook didn’t handle loads of attention well do to him being shy. That’s why he had kept Golden a secret for so long. Maybe he wasn’t mad at you. Maybe he was just overwhelmed. This was only the beginning, too. Who knew what would happen after the final was over?

~!~

You were surprised to see the area in front of the language arts building had been cleared out by the time the CW final ended – three hours later. Apparently, the school president threatened academic suspension for the disruption of a final. You thought it was kind of funny considering he allowed the final to be recorded live by the news reporters. Either way, you were grateful the only people you’d have to worry about obsessing over Jungkook were your classmates and the reporters demanding an onsite interview. Even though you wanted your chance to speak with the freshman, you were kind of glad everyone was crowding him. Your nerves were eating you from the inside out as you wondered just what would be said in your talk between Jungkook and you. The more the crowd held him up, the better. Chloe, Taehyung, and you waited off to the side as you watched Jungkook shyly smile and high-five and shake the hands of numerous students. Your lips would tremble downwards in worry whenever you saw a woman smile flirtatiously at Jungkook while flipping their hair just a little too much. You knew some of those relationship – marriage – requests were being serious but Jungkook always brushed them off.

“Look at them leeches-“

“Chloe!” You shot her a look. “Insulting them is like insulting me… I’m just like them…”

Chloe turned to you with her hands on her hips, an incredulous look plastered on my face. “Are you being serious? You’re way different from them. You’re not throwing yourself all over him like these girls. And based on what? His music taste?”

“That is how I started…”

“Exactly! Started. You liked Jungkook before you even found out he was Golden!”

“She’s right…” Taehyung spoke up. You both turned to him as the man had been silent for most of the morning. “You’re not like them. I wouldn’t call them leeches either…”

Chloe shrugged as she turned away from the two of you and went back to impatiently waiting for Jungkook to break free.

“Don’t worry about them,” Taehyung placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Your heart ached a bit as you stared into his brown eyes. He was still hurt over you rejecting him. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but you didn’t want to lead him on. “I’m gonna head back to my dorm. I’ll see you later?”

You nodded your head at him as you gave him a small smile. He briefly flashed his boxy grin – not as bright as usual, however – before squeezing your shoulder and letting it fall. You watched as he retreated away before hearing someone suck their teeth from behind you. You stumbled a bit as the same person gently pushed themselves between you and Chloe.

“I’m not scared of catching a charge. You know that, right?” Chloe gritted her teeth at the intruder. You just glared at the woman.

“What, Seulgi?” You spat.

“Nice performance. What was that? Your love confession to Jungkook? Ha. If I were the professor, I’d fail you for plagiarism.”

“Excuse me?” You arched a brow at her.

“I knew you guys were friends beforehand. Do you think he’s still going to like you after you stole his presentation?”

“Her presentation was nothing like Jungkook’s-“

“I don’t even know how he revealed himself-“

“Sure. Point is, give up. I told you before I was going to be the one to date Golden, didn’t I?” Seulgi flipped her brown locks. You followed her eyes as she smirked towards Jungkook who seemed to finally have a chance to break free as the crowd was starting to disperse thanks to the guards from earlier. Feeling anger rise in you, you snapped your head to Seulgi. You were tired of her shit. The entire semester she talked down to you and even tried to ruin your friendship with Chloe. Hell, you were positive she was the main culprit for the harassing anons you got on your blog. Now, here she was thinking she could easily snatch Jungkook away from you like he was some prize to be won. Did she even see him as Jungkook? From all you could tell, he was just Golden to her. And if she knew Jungkook like you did, she’d know that, yeah, Golden was in there somewhere, but for the most part, she’d get this sweet 18-year-old guy who’s face turned into a tomato when put into social situations, or sketched random things he’d seen throughout the day in his notebook, or encouraged his friends to follow their dreams while assuring his undying support, or how he worked hard in whatever he did – whether it be dancing, singing, or school. Seulgi only knew the sarcastic – sometimes an asshole – guy online. She didn’t know the real Jungkook… like you did.

“Look, Seulgi, I’m tired of your shit. You think you’re the best match for Jungkook when literally two months ago, at Junmyeon’s party, you told him off for being a freshman. You’ve been sending me shit online on anonymous because you don’t have the balls to say it to my face. And all because I got an ounce of attention from Jungkook. I don’t even know how you found out about Chloe’s blog but to run off and tell Namjoon? How the hell did that effect you in any way? Just because you knew I knew who she was referring to in her blog, so you knew she’d think it was me? So, to ruin me not only online, you tried to destroy my relationships in real life as well? You’re pathetic. Oh, and stop calling Jungkook Golden. Golden is a blog. Not the person.”

Your chest heaved as you glared at her. She looked offended while Chloe was dying of laughter. You saw Seulgi glance beside her at Chloe in disgust and was about to say something in response to you but stopped mid-inhale, causing your eyes to arch. Turning from her, you saw Jungkook standing in front of you guys, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His face was red. Your anger immediately began to dissipate at the sight. He was just so cute. However, not knowing if he had heard what you said or not, your own face began to turn red.

“Ah!” Seulgi’s face immediately lit up from excitement and embarrassment. “Jungkook! I wanted to congratulate you on your blog. Never thought you’d be Golden.”

“Thanks…” Jungkook nonchalantly said as he looked at you. Your eyes widened at him before you averted them towards the ground. “Y/N, can we go talk now-“

“I mean!” Seulgi quickly interrupted Jungkook and stepped closer to the man, gently placing her hand on his arm. “Who would’ve thought such a… shy person was the mastermind behind such a popular blog. How does it feel-“

“I told the reporters and my fans that I’d like to be left alone to talk to my friends now. So…” Jungkook shook her hand off him and looked back towards you. “Y/N?”

Your heart leapt as he addressed you again. His tone was firm, and it sent chills down your spine. You heard Chloe whisper an “oh shit” under her breath before she began to chuckle. Though you were nervous, you glanced up at Jungkook. His face was emotionless. Why couldn’t you read him like normal? You jumped from your thoughts as you felt Chloe nudge your arm to go towards Jungkook. You just shot her a frightened look that she returned with a smirk.

“F-fan? I’m more than that. We’re friends, right-“

“Give it up, Kang,” Chloe laughed as she walked beside Seulgi and wrapped her arm around the woman’s neck and began to drag her away from Jungkook and you. “Let’s chat. Heard you told Namjoon some things that was none of your fucking business…”

You watched as Chloe walked off with Seulgi. Silently, you screamed for her to come back in your head. You knew you’d have to face Jungkook sooner or later but you’d rather it be later. Like, after winter break later. It was funny. Inside the auditorium, you were ready to talk to him then and there. Was that because there were so many people around? Were you still on your high from your presentation and confession? Did Jungkook even see it as a confession? He had to of have, right? That was why he wanted to talk to you. Alone. You’ve confessed your feelings to guys before. You weren’t that shy. However, it was always the confession that you dreaded the most. You never knew what answer you’d receive. At least you could read the past guys’ facial expressions. You haven’t been able to tell how Jungkook was feeling since the final. He only smiled slightly when the reporters and his followers from the class were all in his face. You guess it was now or never. You just hoped whatever he had to say to you, you guys could still be friends afterwards. Losing Jungkook as a friend terrified you the most.

“L-let’s go…” You cleared your throat to hide the quiver in your voice. He nodded at you as he began to walk in the direction of the dorms. Inhaling deeply, you sped up to walk beside him.

~!~

You were absolutely mute on your walk towards the dorms. One, because you didn’t know what to say to the man who was also quiet as a mouse. And two, because you were confused as you were walking the direction of his dorms and not somewhere else. Why was he taking you to his dorms? You couldn’t go inside. He lived in the underclassmen dorms where the opposite gender wasn’t allowed inside. However, you didn’t question him as you silently followed. Occasionally, you’d notice how his hand would sway a bit towards yours and you thought he wanted to hold your hand. However, this thought quickly vanished each time as he still held a solid expression. You tried to tell yourself that maybe he was emotionless because during the walk, you both were stopped several times so people – both students and faculty – could fawn over him being Golden. You accidentally let out a depressed sigh at one of the times that Jungkook – and his fans – heard. It was like everyone had seen his reveal except you. You had no clue as to how he could’ve gone about it. You wanted to pull out your phone and look it up online, however, it’d have to wait until later.

Eventually, you both arrived at a bench that sat outside of his dorm. Your face reddened as you instantly remembered the bench.

A sudden feeling of boldness coming over you – and an urge that you seemingly couldn’t resist – you leaned down and pressed a small kiss on the boy’s cheek.

This was the same bench that you, just a couple of weeks ago, confessed to Jungkook how much Golden stressed you out because of your feelings for him. Then, you proceeded to thank the boy for listening to you by kissing him on his cheek. God, if you only knew then he was Golden, you would’ve told yourself to shut the hell up. You gulped nervously as Jungkook plopped himself down on the bench and eyed you before looking at the spot beside him. Taking it as a sign to sit, you nervously sat beside him.

Taking in a deep breath, you clenched the edge of your jacket. “What did you want to-“

“You missed my presentation, right?” Jungkook immediately asked. You bit your bottom lip nervously as you just nodded your head. Was he… upset about that? It wasn’t like you purposely missed it.

“I’m sor-“

“You also know who I am by now… right?” He chuckled. You couldn’t tell if it was sarcastic or genuine which made your stomach flip.

“You’re Golden…” You whispered out just loudly enough for him to hear you. He didn’t say anything after you said that which made your become frantic. What was he thinking? Was he remembering the time you told him how much Golden stressed you out? How you wish you never got involved with him? All of that was said in this exact spot, after all. You tensed up as he suddenly leaned forward on the bench, scrolling on his phone that you didn’t notice he had pulled out. You glanced down at his screen out of curiosity but couldn’t see anything as his thumb hovered over something.

“You know, your presentation wasn’t the first time you told me you liked me…” Jungkook suddenly said, catching you off guard. You had tried to forget it. “It was here. On this bench around 5am? You were so frustrated with me… with Golden. I felt horrible for ruining your friendship and my followers harassing you. But… I couldn’t tell you who I was yet… because I wanted to surprise you. It was cute how you were so sure it was Taehyung. I was jealous at first but then you told me how much you liked Golden…”

Your face reddened as you remembered how you practically told Jungkook you were in love with Golden. You had hoped the boy would’ve forgotten about it but obviously he hadn’t. Before you could respond to him, Jungkook suddenly stood up and in front of you. You looked up at him confusedly and saw his cheeks were colored in a crimson red. You were almost positive your cheeks resembled his. This had to have been out of Jungkook’s comfort zone – whatever it was he was doing. A confrontation? A confession? You weren’t too sure.

Suddenly, he handed you his phone and pressed a button on it. Immediately it began to play a video. “Out of everyone who saw my presentation, I wanted you to see it the most…”

You blinked at him before shifting your eyes down to the screen. The video showed Jungkook standing awkwardly in the middle of the stage. He shuffled on his feet a bit before he softly began to sing the first verse to Tori Kelly’s Paper Hearts. Your stomach leapt at the sound of his voice. Though you had already known he was Golden, putting the singing voice to his face made you giddy with excitement. Golden was Jungkook. You unknowingly smiled warmly at the screen as Jungkook stopped singing and sent out a message to his blog that revealed him. You weren’t following anyone on your new blog, so you had missed out on that notification. Your smiled widened as you heard Jungkook nervously, but still with a hint of cockiness, recite his blog description. Immediately afterwards, his version of ‘Paper Hearts’ played in the background. So, this was why Seulgi had said you copied Jungkook’s presentation idea. As you stared lovingly at the screen, you didn’t notice Jungkook had squatted down in front of you, watching your reaction to the video. As the video finished, you glanced up at him and jumped slightly at how close he was to you.

“Paper Hearts is my favorite song…” You broke the silence that had began to grow between the two of you. “I never told Golden that…”

“I know,” Jungkook smiled gently at you. You blushed as he stared at you. Jungkook’s shyness was fading away but yours was still growing. Okay, so he showed you how he revealed himself – how he personally recorded a song that he knew you loved. What did that mean…?

“So…”

“I like you, too,” Jungkook immediately said. Before you could fully comprehend his words, you felt his soft lips press against your cheek as his arms rested on your lap for balance. Just as quickly as it happened, though, it ended. You blinked as Jungkook swiftly stood up and turned away from you. Your hand instinctively went up to the spot where he kissed as you stared at him in shock. You could feel the spot where his lips just were still tingling as the heat from your face radiated off onto your fingertips. Coming back to your senses – and mustering up courage – you stood up from the bench and walked over to the 18-year-old who was still turned away from you. No doubt the shy boy was reverting into his shell as he probably regretted what he just did. Giggling, you stood in front of Jungkook. Sure enough, his face was flushed, and his eyes tried to look anywhere but at you. You saw him glance at towards his dorm building and immediately knew he was thinking of fleeing. Just as he was about to dash off, you grabbed onto his coat sleeve and pulled him back towards you. You heard him gulp nervously as he looked nervously down at you. You just grinned at him. This was the shy boy you had fallen for. Not the cocky guy online.

“I’m glad…” You grazed your free hand across his forehead to brush away his fringe to reveal his forehead some. You had always loved to see him with his hair up, after all. “That it’s Jungkook that likes me because he’s the one I like best.”

You shot him a gentle grin before letting go of his sleeve and burying yourself inside of his warm arms. He stiffened for a bit before eventually wrapping his arms around you. You felt dizzy from the smell of his light cologne, but you couldn’t get enough as you closed your eyes and took in the moment. Finally, after a semester of confused feelings, harassment, indecisiveness, and hurt, you felt at peace.

~!~

One Semester Later (Spring)

“What makes you think you’re the first person he wants to see after his family, Choi?”

“Because I’m his girlfriend, Park.”

“He’s known me longer.”

“So what?”

“I have priority.”

“He may have known you longer but trust me. He knows me on the outside and insid-“

“Chloe, can’t we just go one day where you keep things rated PG?” Taehyung groaned as he looked at the bickering best friends. Chloe let out a simple ‘hmph’ before flipping her blonde locks and went back to standing on her tiptoes to look for her giant boyfriend and his friends. Jimin frowned at the woman before also trying to see if he could spot his friends through the crowd of newly graduates and their family and friends.

“Oh! Look! There he is!” Chloe jumped excitedly as she spotted her boyfriend of five months. He was with Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok as they, too, seemed to be searching the crowd for their friends. Seokjin spotted the jumping Chloe and tapped Namjoon on his shoulder and pointed towards the woman. He turned towards her and grinned as he pushed his way through people to get towards her. As soon as he was in the clearing, Chloe ran straight towards him and jumped in his arms and kissed him. Jimin stuck out his tongue in disgust as Taehyung laughed his deep laugh beside him.

“Congrats, baby!” Chloe smiled at Namjoon before looking behind him at the other guys. “And you guys, too! I’m so proud!”

“Thanks, Chloe!” Hoseok smiled at her. Yoongi just nodded at her while Seokjin also gave her a smile. However, his fell as he looked around. He only saw Jimin, Chloe, and Taehyung waiting for them. Two people from the friend group seemed to be missing.

“Hey, where’s Jungkook and Y/N?” Seokjin arched a brow.

“Now that you mention, I haven’t seen them…” Chloe said as she glanced around the crowded stadium field. “She did have that dance audition today…”

“Probably makin’ out somewhere,” Jimin laughed only to earn a glare from Chloe and Seokjin.

“More action than you get, Park,” Chloe frowned.

“Can’t you take her with you to Seoul, Namjoon? Like… you’re really going to leave her here with me?” Jimin pouted at the older man only to get a laugh in response.

“You’ll be okay.”

“Sorry we’re late!” Your filled everyone’s ears. Everyone turned to see you speed walking towards the group with Jungkook trailing close behind her. Chloe smiled at the sight of you approaching with her other friend. You had on a simple black dress with a slit going up your right thigh and black open-toed heels. A gold chain with ballet slippers – that was recently given to you by someone – hung loosely around your neck as an array of bracelets and rings accompanied your wrists and fingers. Your hair bounced wildly around your shoulders as the wind blew around you. In the past couple of months, you had grown to be more beautiful, if that was even possible. Ever since declaring your major and doing something you truly loved, your entire demeanor seemed to be brighter. You were such a talented dancer that your dance professor wanted you to audition for local competitions that involved you choreographing dances. You had successfully won three competitions throughout the spring semester. When you weren’t focusing on school and your future career, your attention was on the man that was trailing behind you.

Jungkook had grown a lot over the semester. The almost 19-year-old had been working out in the gym more and became muscular. Something Chloe often teased you about. He had grown his hair out and gotten his first tattoo that he designed himself and several more ear piercings. You nearly fell out when you saw him return to school over spring break. Though it had been months, he was still popular on campus. He didn’t keep up with his blog from Creative Writing as much anymore, however, he was asked to host his own radio show under his alias, Golden, every Wednesday night. So, the campus and nearby residents could tune into the university’s radio station to listen to Jungkook’s recommendations and to make requests.

“Did ya’ll plan this couple look on purpose?” Yoongi arched a brow as he pointed between you and Jungkook. You both were, in fact, matching. Jungkook wore black slacks and a fitted black dress-shirt with gold buttons. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal his gold watch and rings. One thing that didn’t change about the two of you was your shyness as Chloe visibly saw the redness crawl up your neck to your face.

“N-no! Shut up,” you mumbled quietly. “Anyways, congrats, you guys! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks!” Seokjin and Hoseok said in unison as they grinned at you.

“How’d your audition go?” Namjoon asked as he rested his arm around Chloe’s waist.

You shrugged as a smile tried to dance upon your lips. You didn’t want to seem too confident. “Eh, it went okay! I may make it… may not…”

“She was amazing,” Jungkook said suddenly, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment. You turned to frown at him in response only for him to flash you his bunny grin that you had fallen in love with.

“We’re going to that sandwich café for the last time to celebrate before our families take us away. You guys comin’?” Namjoon asked you and Jungkook.

“We’ll meet you guys there,” Jungkook said. You turned to Jungkook confusedly as you felt his hand find its way into yours and interlock fingers. What did he have planned that he didn’t tell you about?

“You guys are so cute it’s gross but alright,” Chloe smiled. “Let’s go!”

You and Jungkook stood there as everyone waved bye to you guys and began to leave the field. Still confused as to why you weren’t leaving with your friends, you turned to Jungkook who was holding onto his phone in his other hand.

“What’s up?” You arched a brow at the taller man. He just smiled at you before dragging you off to a more seclusive area.

“I wanted you to be here when I do this,” Jungkook said as he looked around to make sure no one was around. You blinked confusedly at him as your heart sped up. Was this it? Was he finally going to kiss you after three months of dating? Not that you had any complaints. You guys took everything really slow in your relationship. Hell, you guys confessed your feelings in December to one another, but he didn’t officially ask you out until February. Chloe died a little on the inside along with you when you’d return home from dates and tell her you only got a kiss on the cheek or a hug. Jungkook was shy, you understood that, but you were dying to kiss the boy and if he didn’t make a move soon, you were gonna have to do it. So, you hoped today would be the day he’d finally kiss you. Though, you wish it would happen after you hung out with your friends.

“I wanted you here when I make my final post…”

“Final post?” You asked confusedly as you saw Jungkook type away on his phone.

“Yeah… on my blog…”

“On Golden? I thought your last post was in December before the final…”

“Yeah… but today is my last day as a freshman… I feel like the blog summed up my freshman year and I kinda wanna say a proper farewell with a last post…”

“So… this is goodbye to Golden?” You asked. “Forever?”

Jungkook just grinned at you as he hit a button on his phone and put it away. You just took this as confirmation and gave him a soft smile. It was a bittersweet feeling. It was because of creative writing and his blog that you were with him today. But was it…? Would you still have fallen for Jungkook even if Golden didn’t exist? You stared at him momentarily, remembering the previous semester where you got to know him as Jungkook, and immediately knew your answer.

“Okay, babe, can we go now?” You took his hand in yours again and tried to drag him away from the area. However, he didn’t budge as he pulled you back towards him, causing you to be even more confused and getting a bit irritated. “Jungkook-“

“I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this until I officially got rid of Golden…”

“Do what-“

Immediately, you were cut off as he tilted your head up by your chin with his free hand. Your palms immediately became sweaty from nerves as he smiled gently at you. This was it. The kiss you had been dying to receive from the guy for months. Hell, you wanted to kiss him way before you admitted your feelings to him. Your eyes crossed as you tried to look at him and his face – his lips – that were slowly inching closer to your own. Finally, as if time decided to now catch up to the both of you, you felt his lips carefully graze across your own. It only took you a few seconds to adjust to the feeling and ultimately decide you liked it enough to continue. Just as you freed your hand from his grip to wrap your arms around his neck – his arms around your waist – a simple ding was heard coming from your phone. However, it went ignored as you both knew what it meant.

GoldenRecs: It’s Graduation Day! Congrats to my best friends Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Hoseok on your life achievement! As I enter my sophomore year, I won’t forgot everything you guys taught me as a freshman. I hope to continue to learn new things from Jimin and Taehyung as they enter their senior year. This week’s recommendation is in dedication to my friends and serves as my last post. This journey may be over, but it’ll never be forgotten.

– Golden

The End

A/N: Thank you so very much to everyone who has stuck with me for the past five years it took me to finish the story. I started this in December 2015 and what was supposed to be a one-shot or drabble, turned into a 14-chapter popular story. I appreciate you all so very much for following me along this journey. I know I’ve lost and gained readers along the way and I appreciate everyone so much. This story meant so much to me. To see it finally end, I teared up. I’d like to personally thank @ninetynine-dreams for giving me the courage I needed to continue writing it and help me out on parts I got stuck on. This won’t be my last BTS fanfic. Eventually, I’ll start another one haha. Thank you all again and I really look forward to reading your thoughts about the overall story! Bye~

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