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nochukoo97 · 1 year

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.1)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

summary: fluff omg, jk being a cute bf, painting each others nails and its just basically cute stuff HAHA

word count: 600+

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

Ever since you and Jungkook had started dating three years ago, he became a major part of your daily life, and even on days where he would not be able to see you in person, your boyfriend would always make the effort to give you a call and whisper sweet nothings into the phone.

One of your adopted habits was to include your boyfriend in every aspect of your life. Whether it was a casual get-together with your own circle of friends or any other social event, you had an inclination to bring Jungkook along with you, a gesture that he wholeheartedly embraced, never once expressing reluctance or complaint.

In this case, Jungkook finds himself trailing behind you and your best friend, Sohee, as the both of you enter the familiar shop. A subtle wince crosses his face as he observes the two of you quickening your pace, your excited squeals filling the air upon reaching closer to the rows of products displayed before you.

Jungkook watches as the both of you light up upon noticing a small booth, remembering you had mentioned once about that particular brand. A quiet hum leaves his mouth as he watches the both of you excitedly swatch the different shades of eyeshadow, but to him, they look exactly the same shade.

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“___, I’m gonna go to the toilet, wait for me here okay? Don’t you dare to try other stuff without me,” Sohee raises a finger at you playfully as she walks off. Now it’s only you and Jungkook, and your boyfriend is more than content to finally get some of your attention.

“Jagi,” Jungkook whines as he leans down to peck you on the lips, you chuckle as you reach up to ruffle his hair in sympathy. Poor boy, you thought.

“If we stay here any longer I’m literally going to go insane,” He whines, eyes adverting to your hand filled with various makeup products smeared onto your skin.

“I promise we’ll be quick,” A laugh sounds out from your mouth at his exasperated state, as Jungkook sighs, mentally cursing at himself for not charging his phone the night before, now that it’s battery had gone flat.

You begin to test out more shades where you and Sohee had left off, not leaving anywhere else, but it seems as though your boyfriend had other plans.

“Hey!” You gasp as Jungkook gently tugs on your arm, forcing you to follow along behind him as he trudges towards another aisle.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You question his sudden actions when your boyfriend reaches for the nail polish tester and raises your hand to paint your index finger oh-so-gently, his brows furrowed as he tries his best to paint within the nail. You begin to laugh at Jungkook’s sudden actions, but he cuts you off, “Jagi, stop moving, you’re gonna make me mess up,”

After he’s done painting your fingernail, Jungkook looks contented at his little artwork on your nail, and then he proceeds to attempt to paint his own finger too, but it’s harder for him when he attempts to use his non-dominant hand to paint. A disgruntled sound emits from his mouth, eyebrows furrowing as you grab the nail polish from his hand to do it yourself.

“I should have known you would betray me for you man,” You hear Sohee dramatically sigh as she approaches the both of you, Jungkook sticking his tongue out at her as she rolls her eyes.

Even though you and Sohee had spent at least another good twenty minutes in that store, your boyfriend didn’t mind as he held your hand the whole time, sometimes hugging you from behind and leaning his head on your shoulder as your best friend clearly annoyed from the third-wheeling.

a/n: hello!! i kinda wrote this in a rush without really planning so it might not be the best but its really short anyways haha, i realised i havent been putting a note at the end of my fics recently 😭 and i want to talk with you guys more! i also def need more inspo to write more scenarios so if you guys have any pleasee send an ask to me ❤️

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook comfort #boyfriend jungkook

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sunny-day-jack-official · 3 months

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So! The demo is finally out! Or, a bit of it is. What’s next?

Let’s run over a few questions, so hopefully everyone is in the loop!

Q: Why is it only a little bit after so long?

A: Development has been all over the place and a big reason is just how difficult it can be to mediate between artists, programmers, writers, etc.. Mental and physical health, personal emergencies, etc.. are also a big part of this— and it wasn’t anticipated that this would eat up so much time.

The original game was planned to have Sauce (presently speaking!) handling a large majority of tasks all at once. So— when health stalled, production stalled.

Of course, healing took a bit of time to. And even now, that’s why so much of the demo is left unfinished. Overall— it wasn’t possible to complete the demo in the same amount of time the original demo was completed because realistically speaking— that was extremely unhealthy and rushed.

Because of that tight deadline, 48 hours to a week, many significant errors or retconned elements made their way into the game. A huge toll was taken that resulted in extreme burnout after. Quality (as can be seen in the CGs) suffered. An emphasis on quality is currently being prioritized, but I can safely say that I am no longer able to work at my original 2021-2022 pace.

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Q: Why are you (Sauce) working alone?

A: At this point in time— we had spent a while working on the GUI and design/function of the game. It is, after all, set to have some pretty hefty features.

Translation and dub settings

Censorship and Softcore modes

A VERY LARGE story map with several endings

An additional “one-shot” story mode wherein every ending you unlock, you then unlock additional content

That takes a lot more planning than we’d anticipated.

How do we make this efficiently run on most systems?

Are we able to make sure that the size of this game is compatible with older devices?

Are the assets optimized? ( A lot of time has gone into re-drawing and working out sprite systems )

What settings are accessibility necessary for impaired players? How do we implement those options?

How do we design a stylish and efficient system?

That was something we had figured originally would be pretty easy to work out! But multiple people here are wearing multiple hats.

The rest of the team is actively working on those portions. But at the moment— we’ve decided to shelve literal art development and scripting (which was where we were hovering for a while) until we got the programming bits truly sorted out.

That leaves little old me! While they worked on this, I’ve been spending time making sure we could serve you a sample of what’s to come. My job is doling out a taste of the narrative, style, etc.. That way, once they’re finished, we can consider any feedback in the implementation of these portions of the game in the final, official build.

Hopefully that makes sense! TL;DR - Everyone’s busy making the important program my bits and designing the menus. So I’ve stepped away to work on this so you all have something to see in the meantime!

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Q: Why are you REBUILDING THE DEMO?

A: The old demo— you’d think it would be easy to patch up. But it’s literally the very first build, sized up and fixed and stitched over. Unfortunately it was an unoptimized mess, even for what it was.

Hopefully a cleaner, more organized build will allow for better gameplay. But the key factor is just a desire for better quality!

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Q: How often will you be uploading new additions?

A: Until all the bugs are fixed and the whole demo is rebuilt. This should be every week or so until then. Once it’s all done, the demo will see a re-release publicly!

In the meantime, please keep in mind bugs may be aplenty— and I personally apologize for this. Demos released are intended to show proof of work— but they may not be the best, most fun experience for narrative-seeking players. It’s advised immersion-prioritizing players wait until the build is fully finished and christened on our steam page!

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Q: Will there be Mac support?

A: I will absolutely try!

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Hopefully that helps give a bit more insight. Unfortunately it’s difficult to articulate everything that’s going on, but we’ll do our best! We’d like to have someone more verbally gifted helping us to write these posts, but until we decide how to go about that, you’re stuck with me.

We’ll do the best we can to answer any questions as clearly as possible. And again— we thank you all for your patience.

Making SDJ was clearly a messier experience than we had considered. It’s been a rollercoaster— and as Sauce speaking, I can actually attribute most of the delays to my own personal health and absence.

That— I am sorry for.

The rest of the team is working very hard to put something together that’s quality. I can promise with my whole heart that they’re doing their best. We’re all just people passionate about this project, and no matter the weather I don’t think it’s ever not on our minds.

I look forwards to putting out a large Kickstarter update soon, detailing our work and more! And I’m excited to open the airways for more and more communication.

But for now— we’ll see you next bug-fixing update.

- Sauce

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #sunny day jack #sdj #snaccpop studios #snaccpop #game development #vndev #visual novel #indie games #minors dni

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pahtoosh · 1 year

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apologies and kisses

[image ID: pictures on a light purple background. there are five different baby blankets, a few different bottles of laundry detergent, and an image of chris evans as steve rogers looking smug and another of sebastian stan looking comedically distraught/.end ID]

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~2200 words

warnings: having to do chores. baby is kind of dramatic in this(but justified!)

a/n: the movies moodboards are back. this is the first post of my summer celebration!!! also my first "and kisses" piece!!! "and kisses" just means there are lots of kisses and this is important because i love kisses :)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: Steve leaves you and Bucky alone for a day and your Baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses

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“Okay, I’m leaving for my meeting now!” Steve called out. “Just making this announcement in case one of my loves wants to show me some love before I go!”

Your dada would never leave without a proper goodbye unless it was an emergency, but he likes teasing you. You took the bait every time.

“Dada! Dada wait!” You rushed to the door and “caught” Steve just as he was about to open the door.

“Oh goodness! You just barely made it, pumpkin. I was practically out the door!” He set down his briefcase and gave you a hug and kiss. He looked over your shoulder for any sign of Bucky. “Hm. Only one of my loves came to say goodbye. I guess that’s it then. Bye sweetheart, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“No! No! Baba! Baba, come say bye bye to Dada, you have to!”

Bucky shook his head at your and Steve’s antics. He walked leisurely down the hallway before kissing Steve goodbye.

“You sure took your time,” Dada teased.

“I can’t be spoiling you now. Sometimes ya gotta play a lil’ hard to get.” Bucky winked.

Steve laughed and muttered idiot before returning the kiss. “You two gonna be okay without me?”

“Yes, Steve. I’ve got the schedule and the chore chart and the MyPlate chart that you printed out for me. Twice. Relax, I’ve got this. They’re my baby too, you know.”

Your dada sighed. “I know, and I trust you but it’s been a while since we’ve been separated.”

Bucky rubbed his shoulders. “We’re gonna be fine, it’s only for a few hours-”

“Six hours.”

“And those six hours will be fun and productive thanks to the schedule you lovingly created for us. We’ll be okay, you can just focus on your meeting. Unless that’s why you’re acting like a mother hen right now.” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Are you worrying about us so you don’t have to think about your meeting?”

Steve stood a little straighter and fixed his tie. “Steve Rogers doesn’t run away from his problems. But if he did, that’d be a pretty darn good reason.”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, Captain. Whatever you say, now go kick some ass.”

“Language.” He kissed you one more time. “Bye, sweetheart.” He kissed Bucky. “Be good.”

“Why am I being told to ‘be good’?”

“Because our sweet little angel is always good. You’re the trouble around here.” Steve smiled at you and walked out the door, closing it behind him before your baba could respond.

“Unbelievable. Did you hear that, lovie? Dada’s talking as if he wasn’t the biggest troublemaker his whole life.” He stopped looking at the door to face you. “How ‘bout those chores? Should we get started on them?”

“Don’t wannaaaa,” you whined.

“I know, me neither but we gotta show Dada how responsible I can be. Will you help me with that, baby?”

“Mmm. Okay. But then I don’t have to eat Dada’s veggie sprouts for dinner.”

Your baba threw his head back in laughter. “Trust me, angel. Baba wouldn’t make you eat that mess even if you were the naughtiest baby in the world.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Two hours later, you and Bucky had finished watering the plants, cleaning your playroom, and doing the dishes. The only two chores left on Steve’s list were to dust all the shelves and lamps in the house and do the laundry. Bucky hated dusting, so he was saving that task for last.

He stood a little straighter and used his sergeant voice to grab your attention. “Agent baby, I have a very important task for you.”

You copied his posture. “I’m listenin’, sargan’ baba!”

“I need you to round up all the blankies in the playroom and living room and escort them to the laundry room. And bring any loose socks you see on your way. Those tricky little guys have escaped us for the last time.”

“Yes, sargan’ baba!” You did as he said, gathering the lightweight blankets that collected on the back of the couch and in one of your playroom’s baskets. You carefully walked to the laundry room with your huge pile of blankets nearly blocking your whole face.

“I gots dem, Baba!”

“That’s very impressive, baby! And in record time too,” Bucky praised. He took the blankets from your hands and placed them into the machine. “One, two, three, four, five, si- wait, we’re missing one. Where’s your blankie, lovie?”

You looked up innocently. “Bankie’s not dirty.”

“Now I know that’s not true. I can’t remember the last time we washed blankie.”

“But, but what if bankie don’ like the water?” You pouted and formed a crease between your brows.

“Blankie will be fine, sweetheart. Blankets are meant to be washed! And don’t you want your blankie to be fresh and clean? Think about how you feel after a nice bath. Good, right?”

You looked down and played with the hem of your shirt. “Yah, feels good.”

“Okay, then can you get blankie for me? Or do you want sergeant baba to come with you?”

“No, I do it!” You straightened up and rushed to get your blankie, wanting to show Baba your independence.

You carefully handed blankie to Bucky.

“Thank you, doll. Now blankie’s gonna take a little trip with these other blankies and when they’re done they’re gonna be all clean! While I do this can you look for the feather duster in the closet? I’ll be back out in a minute.”

“Okay, Baba!”

Now alone with the washing machine, Bucky turned the knob to the correct settings and reached for the detergent. There were three different bottles on the shelf. Wait, which brand is used for blankets? How much are you supposed to use? And who needs three different kinds of laundry detergent?

Steve had been taking care of the laundry lately in exchange for Bucky cleaning the kitchen. Steve was also more particular about how fabrics felt after washing, explaining the need for different detergents. Bucky decided to put a little bit of each detergent in the machine and hope for the best. He pressed the start button and left to find you and the feather duster.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Not too long later, every bookshelf and lampshade in the house was dust-free, Bucky put the blankets in the dryer, and you both ate lunch. By the time the dishes were cleaned, the dryer played a happy tune signaling that the blankets were dry.

“Baba! Is blankie time!”

He gasped. “Blankie time? We gotta move fast! Hold on baby, Baba’s gonna get you there!” He lifted you off his lap and carried you to the laundry room, moving up and down while making airplane noises.

“Wooosh! Wooosh! Wow, baby, look at how fast you’re going!”

You squealed and held onto Bucky’s Henley for dear life. “I’m zoomin! I go so high so fast!”

“Aaaand we’ve made it to blankieland!” He put on a voice and pretended to talk into a radio. “Passengers, we have just landed in blankieland. Please stay still while we take out the blankies and give your Babas a kiss for the ride.”

You giggled and kissed Bucky on the cheek before wiggling out of his arms. “Mwah! Down please!”

He set you down and opened the dryer, putting all the blankets into a clean basket so he could take out the dryer lint while you got your blankie. He closed the door and then turned to you.

“So, how’s blankie? All clean and fresh?”

“B-Baba?” Your lip was trembling and your eyes were filling up with tears.

“Oh, baby what’s wrong?” He crouched down to your level.

“My blankie! You ruined blankie!” You dropped blankie and ran to your room crying.

Confused, Bucky picked up your blanket from the floor and a pant of guilt hit him. Blotches of the fabric were discolored. It made your blanket look like someone spilled Steve’s green juice on it. He inspected the other blankets and for some reason, only yours was affected.

Baba felt so bad for ruining something that meant so much to you. He wanted to go comfort you, but sometimes you needed time alone after a conflict.

While giving you some space, Bucky tried to fix his mistake. He thought about all the ways he could get the stains out. He tried a stain-removing pen, but there was no change. He got a small part wet and blotted it with a towel. Again, nothing happened. Surely putting it into the machine again wouldn’t fix things, that's how he got into this mess. And he was hesitant to try vinegar, the idea of your blanket being stained and smelly was too much. With no other solutions left to try, Bucky went to go check on you.

Luckily, you left your door wide open. You were so distracted that you just ran straight toward crying into your pillow and stuffies. Bucky could hear your cries all around the house. He was concerned about how long you’d been crying for. How much time did he spend in that laundry room?

“Baby? Baby, I’m so sorry. Baba’s so sorry he ruined your blankie.” Bucky carefully sat down on your bed and rubbed your back in a soothing gesture. “I’ll buy you a new blankie, yeah? I’ll buy you as many as you want, as big as you want, as colorful as you want.”

He couldn’t be too sure, but he might’ve heard you sob the word “no” three times.

“Angel, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to have a clean blankie. When Dada gets back I’ll have him teach me how to clean blankie the correct way, okay? Maybe he can fix this.” Bucky actually wasn’t sure this was something that could be fixed, but he’d say anything to make you happy. “It was an honest mistake, angel. Can you forgive me?”

“I never forgive you, Baba! Never ever ever ever!” You smashed your face into a pillow and kept sobbing.

Bucky sighed and held his head in his hands. He was hoping for an ounce of Steve’s patience right now. He thought about taking you over to the tower himself. You could see Steve sooner. Maybe some of the other Avengers would still be there and they could help cheer you up. Or maybe he could bribe you with treats, he did just go grocery shopping yesterday...

Luckily, your Dada was just about to park the car. He opened the door expecting to see either you running up to him or you and Bucky sleeping on the couch, exhausted from all the chores. He was not expecting to hear you crying. Steve quickly took off his shoes and found the two of you.

“What’s going on?” It was an odd scene, you lying face down in the middle of the bed, sobbing while Bucky was perched on the edge about to pull his hair out.

You turned over and reached out to Dada, still whimpering. He picked you up and reached for a tissue to clean your face. “What’s got my little sweetheart so worked up, hmm?”

“B-Baba wuined bankie.” You hid your face in Steve’s neck, too tired to do anything else.

Dada looked over to Bucky with a raised brow.

“I was doing the laundry and I messed up blankie.”

“Show me.”

Bucky left to get blankie while Steve sat on your bed with you in his lap. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You whined and nuzzled deeper into Steve’s shoulder.

He sighed and rubbed your back, beginning to talk anyway. “I know how much blankie means to you, baby. I’m sorry Baba ruined it. Did Baba say sorry to you?”

You sniffled. “Ya.”

“And did you forgive him?”

You didn’t answer.

“Babyyy,” he said in a warning tone. Steve did not appreciate unanswered questions.

“No. I say I never forgive him.”

He sucked in a breath. “That’s harsh, now why would you say that?”

“Because blankie!”

“I know, I know. But don’t you think Baba is a little more important than blankie? I bet Baba’s real sorry even without your crying.”

Bucky came into your room with blankie. Steve reached for it and inspected the damage.

“You poured the detergent straight onto it instead of using the slot, didn’t you?”

“How did you know that?”

Steve grimaced. “I made that mistake too. With my own blanket, thankfully. This kind of fabric just soaks it up. And why are the splotches different colors? Which detergent did you use?”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “All of them?” Steve’s eyes widened. “I didn’t use a lot! Just a little of each. Why do we need three different kinds anyway?”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay, Buck. I’ll show you the ropes next time.” He turned to you. “See, baby? It was an accident. Baba was trying so hard to clean blankie that he used three whole different soaps!”

You giggled softly and snuck a peek at your daddies. Steve looked hopeful while Bucky still looked sad and a little embarrassed. You didn’t like seeing Baba so down. You reached out to him.

He looked surprised. “You want me to hold you?” When you nodded, he reached out to pick you up. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Again, I’m so sorry baby. Baba didn’t know.”

You held his face with both hands. “Is okay Baba. Sorry for being a meanie.”

He laughed. “You’re no meanie, angel.” He kissed you and then cuddled you, mouthing thank you to Steve over your shoulder.

The next day, your daddies took you on a trip to buy a new blankie and Steve spent an hour showing Bucky how to do the laundry. He even took notes and laminated them to keep in the laundry room.

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #littlespace fics #marvel agere #kisses #and kisses series #apologies and kisses #apologies-and-kisses #toosh writes

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strawberryfairi · 6 months

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Falling Asleep Together | Keisuke Baji

★Black Fem Reader One shot❤️‍🔥 ★ Fluff; Baji being demanding and pouty; you just trying to do your hair for the night; nighttime routine; sleepy Baji; pure cuteness

"What are you doing in there still?" Keisuke groans from the bedroom, dragging himself over to the connected bathroom where you were still doing your nighttime routine.

"I told you hold on; I'll be there in a sec." You chuckle, eyes locked onto your hair through the mirror.

All you were doing was putting up your hair for the night, braiding multiple sections so you could protect your hair while you sleep, and then take them down in the morning back into your fluffy afro braid out.

"It's been like fifteen minutes; you're in here havin' a whole...spa treatment." He scrunches his face up trying to find the right descriptive word, gesturing around the whole bathroom with a hand.

"It ain’t been no fifteen minutes. I got like maybe three pieces left so just hang on; almost done." You assure with a light laugh, getting to work splitting a big section of hair into two in the front.

"You always love my hair but you hate when I gotta actually do it." You murmur, glancing over at his tired, pouty face. He grunts in response, leaning his head against the doorframe while watching you do your thing.

Even though it bothers Kei, you really love moments like this with him, when he's all eager and whiny for you to come to bed. Usually after his rushing he'll go silent just like right now, watching you skillfully braid your hair, mesmerized at how meticulous you are.

He's learned the process by now. First you make the main sections, then part them again for two chunky braids per section. Then you grab your favorite Jamaican black castor oil water, misting your hair lightly in the section before you add that amazing smelling leave-in conditioner that he loves to sniff every time you use it.

Once those two main steps are done, you rub some Argan oil in your hands and run it through your hair before finally making the braid.

He had to admit he could absolutely never spend this much time on his own hair every single day and night. In his eyes, the nighttime routine alone was ridiculously long, and particular, and just..long!

Keisuke's never really been a patient kind of guy, so having someone like you around was honestly good for him. You were patient with everything. Your hair, your nails, cooking, even patient with him! It's one of the main things he loves about you. You level him out, it's perfect.

"Look, see? Boom. That wasn't that long at all; I'm done!" You beam, turning around to look at him face to face instead of through the mirror.

Your hands were covered in product, along with that brush he always seems to forget the name of-dannin? Debberman? Denman! Right the denman brush. Pieces of your little coils wrapped around the brush and your fingers like snakes.

Keisuke grunts tiredly in response, his eyes halfway open at this point. If he could sleep standing up he absolutely would be passed out right in this doorway.

"You're a mess..." You smile softly, shaking your head as you turn the sink faucet on, washing the products off your hands and hairbrush.

About five minutes after you clean up in the bathroom, you're finally in the bed, putting your scarf and cute lime green bonnet on.

"Sheesh, only took forever and a day." Kei grumbles lowly, brows furrowed as he pulls you down onto the pillow next to him, cuddling up close against you with your back resting perfectly on his chest. The two of you sigh in content, little tired smiles on both of your faces as you drift off into a deep sleep.

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A/N❤️‍🔥 I felt so warm and fuzzy writing this omg. Poor Kei just trynna go to sleep for real

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13as07 · 2 months

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Elegant #1

(Shino Aburame)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to JUHiHUJi]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,502

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

It's a western theme wedding style cause I was lazy and didn't want to do research

Alcohol Use

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I let out another strained breath, glancing over my wedding dress in the body mirror again. What if Shino doesn't like the style? What if he's getting cold feet? What if he leaves me alone at the altar? What if -

"Wow," a voice says softly, drawing out the word. "You're so... beautiful." My sights jump up, glancing in the mirror to figure out who's behind me. Naruto's frame fills the mirror as he walks closer, settling behind me as his eyes jump over my dress. He's smiling ear to ear, with stars hanging in his eyes as he looks at me. "You're the second prettiest bride I've ever seen."

"Second?" I ask, smiling back at him.

"Ya, sorry but you can't beat out how pretty Hinata was at our wedding. She'll always hold that first place price."

I laugh at the love-struck newlywed. Hinata and Naruto got married two months ago, and I swear he still looks at her the way he did at their ceremony.

"Now, I know Sakura will drag me out by my ear if she catches me in here, the whole bad energy from seeing you - "

"That's only for the groom, Naruto. Groom's men aren't included in that," I correct, shifting around so we can face each other. My squadmate looks pretty nice when he gets dressed up, even if his hair is still messy and pointed every which way.

Naruto's cheeks dusty a slight pink as he rubs the back of his head. "Oh, right. Anyway, I remember the whole 'new, old, borrowed, blue' thing from my wedding. I don't know if you're doing that like Hinata did but I did bring you something blue just in case."

"I wasn't planning on it but I appreciate the thought, Naruto," I tell him, leaning forward to wrap my arms around him.

He wraps his arms around me too, being careful not to mess up my perfectly constructed look for my special day. "Anyway, you want to see my gift?"

"Yes, I do."

"Just so you know, this is fully from me. I did it - well Hinata stitched it - but it was fully my idea, all of it," Naruto rambles, digging through his pockets in search of my gift.

He tugs out a square cloth, the main color being a rich blue with the edges being his signature obnoxious orange color. Naruto holds it in front of me, letting the cloth tumble undone to its full size. It's no bigger than a napkin. In careful stitches is the quote 'Trust is knowing that when a squad mate pushes you, they're doing it because they care'.

"Naruto," I mumble, reaching forward to hold the ends of the cloth.

"Pretty nifty, huh? Hinata had a section of Neji's robe turned into a handkerchief, so I asked her to do the same with my old jacket. I figured you could pin it under your dress. If not that's cool too. Oh! And don't worry, Hinata cleaned the material like a bazillion times."

"Naruto," I call again, tears in my eyes as I lunge forward, wrapping my arms around his neck again. "You dumb gushy fox," I say with a smile and tears of appreciation.

"Do you not like it? Oh! Please don't cry, you're going to ruin your makeup," he rushes out, carefully slipping at the water that threatens to ruin the makeup I spent an hour on.

"I love it, Naruto," I tell him, smiling at him to send the point home. "You big goof. Would you pin it to my dress?" I ask, shifting my skirt around to figure out where I want it pinned.

"Of course! Let me go find a pin."

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"Just some final touches," Sakura mumbles, running the makeup brush over my cheeks again. "Oh, and a few puffs of perfume," she says, jumping to her feet and rummaging around the table covered in different products.

"I can't wear perfume, you know that. It messes with Shino's kikaichus."

"So, you know how Shino has been queasy off and on the last couple of months?" She mumbles, now digging through her bag.

"Sakura," I utter, my tone warning because of the way our conversation is heading.

"Well, it's because Hinata and I have been testing different perfumes," She finishes, standing up with a small box in her hands.

"Sakura!"

"Oh calm down, it was only a handful of times and only a squirt or two every time. No Shinos and no kikaichus were harmed. Besides, it’s your wedding day. You should be wearing a new perfume to celebrate. It just so happens to be the only perfume that doesn't annoy or make your husband's parasites sick. Now come here and let me spray you down."

I roll my eyes at her but do get up from my spot. I twirl in a slow circle, letting Sakura coat me in the flower-scented perfume. "See? So much better, plus you can wear perfume more often since it doesn't mess with Shino."

"I guess so," I mutter, shaking my head at her. I swear Sakura never uses her brain outside of missions.

"Alright, I'll leave your fancy new scent here on the table," She says, making a show of putting it back in the box and leaving the box on the table. "We need to get going for your first look and such." Shino isn't much of an emotional man and is rarely emotional around other people, so we decided a private first look would be best.

She leads the way, my veil in her hold, held above her head so it doesn't drag on the ground as we head outside. "Wait here," she mutters after the short walk, stopping long enough to situate the clips of my veil into my hair.

Sakura slips away, leaving me to admire the cherry blossoms as she goes looking for my husband. I do just that, walking along the small path and toying with the heavy branches being weighed down by the weight of their blooms.

Enjoying the scenery helps with some of the anxiety surrounding today. I'm more than thrilled to spend the rest of my life with Shino, but it's still nerve-racking to think about all the things that could go wrong today, let alone the future.

"You don't always have to be such a lug!" Sakura's voice rings out after a few minutes, tugging my focus in the direction we came from earlier.

My best friend is dragging my very soon-to-be husband down the short path, a blindfold wrapped around his eyes to ensure he's not cheating. Shino looks nice, dressed fancy for once and his hair slicked back instead of loose and bushy like usual. "I do not see the point in doing this. I will see her when she walks down the aisle," he grumbles, slowly trudging after Sakura as she pulls him my way.

"I don't want you loosening your macho-ness because you burst into tears in front of everyone," I tease, causing his head to snap in the direction of my voice.

A group of his kikaichus slips out, eagerly flapping their way toward me. Some stay buzzing around me, with a few others clinging to different parts of my clothing. This has been a common thing during our relationship, Shino's bugs ditching him to investigate me or chew at a bit of my chakra. I freaked out the first time it happened but he insists they mean no harm and it helps him feel close to me. Since then, it's come to be something that calms me down, which I need with how loud my heartbeat seems to be.

"I would not and will not cry," he mumbles, stopping in the spot Sakura leaves him in.

"Lug," she murmurs before turning toward me. "I'm going to go make sure everything is settled. Once you two are done, send Shino in and come wait in the corridor, alright?"

"Alright, I'll see you in a few minutes."

With that, Sakura turns on her heels to head towards the waiting guests, leaving the two of us alone for the first time today. "You don't think you're going to cry when you see me?" I ask, reaching forward to toy with his sunglasses that Sakura slithered the blindfold under.

"No, I do not," he whispers, his hands sliding up to wrap around my arms, causing more of his kikaichus to spill out, coating both of our arms now.

I slowly slide my touch backward, taking my time to rest his glasses on his head before I tug at the knot keeping the cloth in place around his eyes. Once the cloth is loose, I take a step back, letting the material dangle from my fingertips.

Shino's eyes are squinted because of the setting sun. I knew they would be, but I want to see his whole reaction especially since this is something that won't happen again. His sight crawls around my body, falling down my dress like a waterfall before climbing back up my frame like a mountain. "Perhaps," he starts, voice cracking as he repeatedly blinks. "Perhaps, I was wrong."

Once the words are out, he breaks, tears rolling down his cheeks, chasing away the kikaichus that have been clinging to his face. Shino moves forward, enveloping me in his arms so he can hold me. "You look elegant, my Ladybug," he whispers into my hair, his little friends following their leader and knotting themselves in my locks.

When Shino pulls back, his focus shifts from me to helping his beetles untangle their legs, being careful not to mess up my hair and not to hurt his bugs. He spends the whole time trying to blink away the fresh tears forming in his eyes; he fails, forming water lines down his cheeks.

"Oh, Shino," I coo when he pulls the rest of the way apart from me. I cup his face, using my thumbs to brush away his tears. "You look very elegant too."

"Not as elegant as you, my dear," he mutters, leaning down to brush a kiss against my lips.

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I shift my dress again, making sure it's laid perfectly as I wait for Kakashi to join me. There's about ten minutes until I'm expected to walk down the aisle with my Sensei giving me away to my husband, to my Shino. My nerves have evened out since our time together under the cherry blossoms, leaving me filled with nothing but joy.

"There's my gorgeous daughter-in-law," Shibi's soft voice calls from behind me.

I turn a bit, making sure not to mess up my carefully laid-out dress and my thin veil settled on top of it. I decided on a royal-length veil, more so because that's what Shino wanted than me, but it is his wedding as well. If he wants me to wear a long veil that trails behind me, I don't mind.

"You look lovely," Shibi compliments again, making his way forward. He stops in front of me, careful hands cupping my cheeks. He tilts my head down, brushing a gentle kiss to my hairline. "You are beautiful. The most beautiful bride my son could ask for."

"Thank you," I mutter, tilting my head back up so I can look at my father-in-law. A soft smile is on his face as he looks down at me. This is one of the few times I've seen Shibi truly content, which only solidifies my decision to marry his son. Shibi is the smartest man I know, and if he agrees with my decision it must be the right one.

"I have a gift for you, a temporary one," he mutters, pulling away from me. "Since Shino and you decided to have a night wedding, I figured a little extra glow would be nice," Shibi tells me, throwing up a few hand signals.

Soft flapping fills the space, a small squirm of bugs following the command they were given. "What are you doing?" I ask, tilting my head backward, watching the bugs settle in a neat line along the hem of my veil.

"Watch," he orders, shifting his hand placement to send out another command.

The bugs shift their wings, a soft glow coming from them, decorating my veil with the soft yellow coloring. "Shibi!" I call in joy, lunging forward to catch him in a hug. "It's beautiful! Thank you."

"You're welcome," he utters, unclinging my arms from around him. Shibi isn't much of a touchy person, a trait his son inherited too. "After the ceremony, I'll need them back, of course."

"Of course," I echo, sending him another smile.

He nods his head, letting his hands fall back down to his sides. "I should get seated before the ceremony begins. I look forward to seeing you walk down the aisle," Shibi mutters, nodding his head once more before he slips around the corner, heading into the crowd that's eagerly waiting for me to enter.

I adjust my dress again, carefully toying with my veil so I don't hurt or knock off any of the lightening bugs clinging to it. I have a few moments of silence, giving my anxiety the chance to crawl into my rib cage again. After today, Shino and me will be bound together forever, until the end of our time.

"There you are," my Sensei calls, pulling me out of my head. "I didn't know you were done getting ready yet." He mutters, adjusting the pin-comb that's holding my veil in place. "You look like an angel."

"You don't look too bad yourself," I tease, glancing over Kakashi's put-together look. It's weird seeing my Sensei out of his usual outfit.

He rolls his eyes, letting out a disapproving hum. Despite the small banter, Kakashi still leans forward, resting the side of his head against mine with his arms loosely wrapped around me. "The lightning bugs are a nice touch," he whispers, squeezing me before he tugs himself away.

"They're a temporary gift from Shibi."

"Well, I have a permanent gift for you. Just don't tell the others, they might get jealous."

"Ya?" I ask, watching Sensei dig through his pockets, the familiar sound of our training bells filling the air when he tugs them out of his pocket.

Kakashi hums again, giving me a rare masked and closed-eyed smile. "Naruto gave you his gift already, yes?" He asks, clinking the bells so they'll ring again.

"Yes, he did," I answer, lifting a layer of my dress to show off the handkerchief Naruto pinned to my dress.

He nods again, bending down so he can kneel on the ground. Kakashi works carefully, unlike my clumsy squad mate. Sensei moves slowly, unpinning the handkerchief and laying it on his knee so he can wrap his bells around the pin before pinning both items under my dress again. "There, now you'll have all three of us attached to you during the night."

"When did you get all gushy?" I tease, shaking my leg a bit. You can't hear the bells around the fabric but I can feel their imprint against me.

"When Naruto got married, and again now. I'm sure it'll happen again when Sakura and Sasuke get married too," Kakashi answers, straightening up before taking his spot next to me. "Are you ready to do this?" He asks, prompting his arm out toward me.

"As ready as ever," I answer, clinging to the bend of his elbow.

"That's my girl," he mutters, poking his head around the corner to send Sakura the signal that we're ready.

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Shino's hands cling to me for dear life, his social anxiety at an all-time high as he spins us in slow, small circles. His left-hand grips mine, his ring digging into my fingers, threatening to leave an imprint. His right-hand rests on my waist, clinging to the material of my dress. "I despise dancing," he mutters, focus flickering around the millions of eyes watching us have our first dance.

"I know."

"Everyone is watching us."

"I know."

"You are my wife now."

"You are my husband now," I echo, shifting forward, I loop my arms around his neck, laying his head on my shoulder. Shino gratefully takes the change, his arms tight around my waist and his nose buried into my neck.

We sway, still moving in slow circles around the dance floor. "I will not be dancing again tonight," he whispers into my neck, the feeling of his kikaichus exploring the new position, little legs tugging at the material of my dress.

"I know, I appreciate you doing this though."

"Of course, Ladybug."

Shino reluctantly pulls away from me as the song comes to an end, fresh tears raining on his face. "What's wrong?" I ask, hands jumping up to wipe away his tears before anyone else notices.

"Nothing, my dear," he answers, fingers wrapping around mine to pull them away from his face. "You... are perfect," he mutters, glancing around before quickly pressing a kiss to my fingertips. "Can we go sit now?"

"Yes we can," I murmur, smiling from ear to ear as my husband tugs me off the dance floor.

Cheers from the guests fill the room, a few of them jumping up from their spots to take up the dance floor as the next song starts. Kiba and Naruto are beaming from the head table, as are my bridesmaids; Sakura and Hinata. "Our baby is all grown up!" Kiba cheers, Hinata giggling and nodding in agreement.

"Be quiet," Shino mumbles, helping me into my chair before he sits down alongside me. Once we're situated, his hand messes with my dress, ruffling my layers in search of a small amount of skin on skin. "What's that?" He asks as his fingertips slide over the pinned presents from my squad mates, head tilting down to glance at the items.

"Bells from my Sensei and a handkerchief from Naruto," I answer, helping him move my dress out of the way.

He hums softly, fingertips digging into my knee as he clings to it. His thumb slides over my knee on repeat, a kikaichu or two crawling over his fingers, occasionally dipping down and crossing my knee. "You are perfect," he repeats, sending me a rare smile before turning to hell at Kiba again.

I smile to myself, soaking in the repeated compliment. "Well, Mrs. Aburame," Sakura teases, a huge smile on her face as well. "What does it feel like being officially married now?"

"Wonderful."

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Sakura and I belt out jumbled lyrics of the song playing, the liquor in our system commanding our dancing with both of our wet blankets of partners watching. Sasuke and Shino are sat near each other, both men's full attention on us as we dance. "What do you think they're thinking right now?" She asks, her arms dangling over my shoulders as we move in beat with each other.

"Well, knowing Sasuke he's probably talking himself out of killing me and Shino might have one or two more songs in him before he gets clingy again."

Sakura lets out a loud cackle, the alcohol chipping away the bubbly cute persona she tries to maintain. Her laughter only increased when Shino starts heading our way. "You're wrong about Sasuke but it seems you were right about Shino."

"Right about what?" My husband asks, impatience in his voice as he stands next to us, both of us still swaying to the music.

"About you wanting my attention," I answer, pulling away from my friend to wrap Shino up in my arms.

"That is not what I want," he mutters, staying still as I squeeze him in my hold. "I wish for us to go home. I would like some alone time with my wife," Shino airs out the last word like he can't comprehend being able to use it.

"What kind of alone time?" I ask, sliding my hands up to toy with the ends of his hair, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

"Just... alone time," he whispers, a hint of pink dust on his cheeks. "Should I have it announced that the ceremony is over?"

"Have them announce the party is over in thirty minutes," I mutter back, letting my arms fall to his shoulders, leaning myself against my husband. I tip my head up, lips brushing against his ear as I speak. "If you can't wait thirty minutes I'd be more than happy to give you a little... support." I let a hum out, flickering my eyes down.

Shino's face is full red now, mouth gapping a bit. "That is not... we cannot... Ladybug," he stutters, as flustered with my straightforwardness as ever. "I am... that is something I have been excited about today, but that... that is an at-home activity."

"I know, I'm just teasing."

He lets out a sigh of relief, gently pulling me off of him. "Your mind is lacking the elegance the rest of you possess."

"I know."

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #shino oneshot #shino x reader #shino aburame oneshot #shino aburame x reader #shino aburame

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dangowon · 9 months

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title » to your rescue ♡

synopsis » trying to build a desk on your own was definitely not the brightest idea you've had, but thankfully your boyfriend was there to help you and save you from losing your sanity.

pairing » park jongseong x gn!reader

requested? » no

genre » fluff, slice of life

word count » 0.7k

a/n » honestly,, this is lowkey bad but i had a sudden rush of inspiration. this is dedicated to @zzzseung <3 ily mwah

perhaps you overestimated yourself when you decided to assemble a desk on your own, 'how difficult could it be after all?' you had thought. you cursed your past self for misjudging the amount of effort that needed to be put into this, having even declined your boyfriend's offer to help since you thought it was going to be that easy.

your face scrunched up in distaste as you reread the instructions for the nth time, trying your hardest to make sense of the writing on the paper. you sighed, closing your eyes as you realised that you had been doing this for 2 whole hours and you hadn't even made significant progress.

you stared at the mess of screws and wood parts around you; you started to ponder whether a desk was really needed at this point. just as you were about to give up and call it a day, you were interrupted by the sound of your door opening and you were more than relieved to see that it was jay.

"i told you to let me know if you needed help," he said as his eyes scanned the messy room with you lying on the cold floor. "..i didn't think i would need any," you replied, watching as he walked in and sat down beside you, taking a look at the very product manual which had made you want to rip your hair out.

he seemed to understand whatever was written on that godforsaken page much better than you did, humming as he quickly discerned the building process. he gently cradled your face in his free hand, causing you to instinctively lean into his warm touch as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"i'll handle it, yeah? leave it to me, my love," he spoke into your ear as he gathered the different tools that were sprawled out on the parquetry of your room, before starting to piece together different parts of the desk. you entertained yourself with watching him (and his muscles) at work, having switched to lying on your bed as your eyes remained glued to your boyfriend's figure.

in just under an hour, jay was done with the task of constructing the piece of furniture — this proved to you that you should've asked him for his help in the first place instead of spending two incredibly unfruitful hours on attempting to do a mere fraction of what he had done.

he showed off his work with a proud smile, making you break out into a smile of your own at his cute antics as you beckoned him over to where you were. you sat up on your bed, looping your arms around his neck as you connected your lips with his in a loving kiss.

he sighed contently, his hands automatically finding their way to your waist and pulling you closer to him until you could hear his heartbeat syncing up with your own. he pulled away, looking at you with such unwavering affection in his eyes that it caused you to redden slightly.

in an attempt to save your pride, you tugged on his arm, signalling him to lay down beside you on your bed. he immediately did as you asked, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck and press a kiss to his heart-shaped birthmark. your right hand made its way to his soft locks, soothingly massaging his scalp as you spoke, "thank you for being so willing to help me all the time, 'seong."

once again kissing the crown of your head, he whispered "no need to thank me, baby," with a smile that was almost too obvious to miss even if his face was out of view. you both lied in each other's embrace, the room enveloped with a familiar, comfortable silence until you felt jay's breathing even out.

it was typical of him to fall asleep so easily, but it never became less endearing to you when he subconsciously tightened his hold around your frame even while he was dozing off. you closed your eyes shortly after, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to take a nap; after all, he most definitely deserved rest for all the work that he did.

kissing his neck one last time for good measure, you fell into a peaceful slumber alongside him, and you couldn't have asked for anything better.

#✧ yun writes #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen fics #enhypen jay #park jongseong #enhypen jay x reader #jay x reader #jongseong x reader #park jongseong x reader #jay scenarios #jay drabbles #jay fics

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cedarspiced · 1 day

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PSA for THC and CBD users:

you can, in fact, overdose on THC or CBD, contrary to popular belief. it's especially easy to do if you're already on a medication that messes with your serotonin levels (SSRIs, SNRIs, etc.). it's even easier to do if you're on an SNRI and also have bad chronic pain that you're trying to manage via CBD and edibles (hi, that's me!).

i found this out the hard way last weekend by using too much of a CBD tincture in combination with having an edible, and had to be rushed to the hospital with serotonin syndrome.

how did it feel? well, not great. i genuinely felt like i was actively dying and needed to get my affairs in order.

i'm going to talk in detail about my experience below the cut. if you don't wanna read all that, i do ask that you please at least look through this link if you use cannabis products.

before i go on, i want to be very clear that the symptoms of serotonin syndrome are different for everyone. the link above has a more complete list of symptoms. i'm going to be describing my own personal experience with it.

the first signs that something was very wrong were the severe anxiety and confusion (both of which i chalked up to just being high at first).

then came the tremors and rapid heartbeat. i couldn't stop trembling. i spilled my tea everywhere when i tried to pick it up because i was shaking so badly.

by the time i got to the ER, i was fighting hard not to pass out, because i felt like if i did, i wasn't going to wake up. my skin was so hot it felt like i was on fire, and my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

they wheeled me into a bare, grey room with nothing in it aside from a window with blinds, a black plastic chair, and a single bed. they asked me to put on scrubs and grippy socks. they gave me an anti-anxiety medication. and then all they could do for the next 6 hours was monitor me.

once the edible and CBD oil wore off about 4 hours in, i began to feel less like i was on my deathbed. definitely, absolutely not back to normal, but better.

i'm used to full body pain, but this was something else. if you've ever wondered what it would be like to be put through a meat grinder full of salt and lemon juice while staying alive through the whole thing, i'd imagine that was pretty damn close. i'm not sure if that's caused by the serotonin syndrome itself, or if that was just my body making sure i was still alive, but by god it was not fun.

i'm ok now, but i've decided that i'm not ever going to use any cannabis products while i'm still on my current medication.

if you made it this far, thank you for reading. i do want to be clear that this is not a 'don't ever use weed!!!1!' post. this is an 'if you do use weed, please please PLEASE be aware of how it might interact with any other medication you're on, lest you end up like me' post.

so please, do NOT end up like me. be smart. do your research. it's a lot cheaper and less stressful than a visit to the ER, i promise.

#cedar speaks #colored text #weed #marijuana #cannabis #edibles #thc #cbd #cbn #cbg #kush #pot #stoner #chronic pain #stoned #joint #420 #420stoner #420life #420culture

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linonyang · 11 months

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BF!SKZ WHEN YOU ARE IN STUDY MODE [maknae line]

read hyung line version here

pairings: maknae line x gender-neutral!reader (written separately per member)

genre: fluff, college au

warning: none

word count: 1.6k words (390-400 words per member)

tag list: @awooghan @hwangsify @xiaoderrrr @cosmic-railwayxo (join the tag list here! :D)

☆ JISUNG

he's very clingy, and he misses you very much despite being a busy student like you…

what will he do?

bring you to a 24/7 cafe and stay there overnight :>

so he can have you and coffee—two of his essentials to stay up the whole night

he gets to spend some time with the love of his life and consume the black liquid that will always make his eyes open for several hours

he'd say it's the best combination ngl :ppp

when you have to memorize something, you can read the same line on your laptop repeatedly while leaning on jisung's chest

you get less tension in your body because your senses are overwhelmed with jisung's arms around your torso, his scent, the smile on his face, and his voice whenever he has to read his own paper or help you remember some terms

jisung will find ways to make you remember and understand concepts, such as making acronyms, melodies, or anything that can help you get them into your mind in an instant <33

if he could pull a joke with the term you’re trying to remember, he’d do it!!! he’ll definitely use some of his remaining brain cells to give your mind some room for more concepts to familiarize yourself!

his support and presence comfort you so much that you forget the pressure that has been building up inside you for the past week

he will be wonderfully sustaining this energy until you finish all of your deadlines and exams in the next few days

you guys will continuously do the same routine: meet up after class, head straight to the cafe, study together, and go back home

it may sound simple, but the specifics within all of those have been the best and the most effective for your peace of mind

and it’s all because jisung’s with you all the way <3

he may hop into your apartment and eat some dinner with you if you’re feeling lazy to go to the cafe

and look after you once in a while if you need any help, just like what you two do whenever you’re in the cafe <33

he’d stay over with you when it’s very late and plan out your meals for the next day so you’ll have a big boost!!! so you can be productive!!!

inarguably the best bf to be with imo :D

☆ FELIX

felix can’t keep thinking of anything else if he wants to be with you when you study

you’re his only focus!!!

and he’ll never stop until you successfully finish all of your tasks

(hence why sometimes felix tells you he kinda messed up some recitations in his classes :’< tell him to prioritize his studies too please)

right after his own class, he’ll rush to wherever you are and treat you like royalty as usual!

the only difference here is that he’s physically ready always when you need some company

whenever he has nothing to do, he really finds you and stays by your side until he has to leave once again for a group meeting or attend another class

he thinks there should be someone accompanying you so you wouldn’t trap yourself in any negative thoughts

that’s why he’s also your cheerleader

he has been very optimistic even if you’re on the verge of breaking down

and honestly, it helps you face all of your fears in academics

if you feel you’re gonna miss a task, you always try to remember felix’s words on how much work you did for your assignments and you can pass whatever you did

because, at the end of the day, you did what you can do!!! and that’s what matters!!!

if you got to catch up, good for you!! a cheerful felix is still by your side and applauding your effort!!!

(and he’ll definitely do the same if you passed your work unfinished :D don’t worry, he’s still very proud of you!!)

whenever he’s with you, you convince him to do his own work

but he’s very stubborn </3

as i mentioned earlier, he can’t think of anything else if you’re intensely studying for your exams!

consider him as your coach of some sort… he’ll always be there so you can be comfortably consistent at your own pace :>

maybe when he gets a lot of things on his plate, he’d still accompany you because “i always have the time to do my work :p” (a.k.a. pulling an all-nighter in his apartment)

you’ll look after him next when you’re done with your tasks.

he also needs some of your coaching </3

but that will end up felix getting distracted though because you are with him when he has to study.

good luck :’D he probably wasn’t kidding when he said you’re his focus

☆ SEUNGMIN

seungmin will move in the background when he realizes that you have a lot on your plate

he works in the morning so he doesn’t do too much of studying under the moonlight

but you do the opposite

what seungmin will do is organize some things around you

he wouldn’t mind sorting out some things you weren’t able to clean up on the other side of the table

especially that stack of papers you’ve been reading for the last two weeks

your whiteboard, filled with your list of deadlines, will also be updated by seungmin!

“are you done with that one quiz last week?” “yep, i’m done” and there goes seungmin erasing that one written on the whiteboard

this is one random thought, but seungmin will definitely sort out some food in your fridge while you’re busy on your desk

you let him munch on whatever he’ll find in your fridge

he’ll throw out food that has been stocked in there for a long time

if he finds something for you to eat, he would bring it to you and will push it near you on your desk if you decline his love for you (a.k.a. silently giving food haha)

“c’mon, go eat!!! :<” “let me finish this bit?” *seungmin pushes the orange juice and already-heated chicken pie near you* “no, take a sip and a bite first!!!”

and he’d finish his adventure in your fridge once you take that sip and bite lmao

he’ll come back with his stomach full, with more food for you to eat

there is a high chance that he’ll scold you if he comes back after an hour and you haven’t finished that small portion of food he gave you :<

watch out for a very caring seungmin

he will not hesitate to feed you while you’re reviewing your books!

once your stomach’s full because of the food seungmin fed you and your mind’s overwhelmed because of information overload, seungmin will accompany you through your routine until you go to bed

he’s sooo willing to prepare your pajamas while you’re in the shower

he will also volunteer to do your skin routine if you do that

you wouldn’t be surprised when you’ll finally lie down in bed and you’re immediately wrapped with your blanket (that’s all seungmin’s doing :p)

you’ll have a refreshing morning with seungmin wrapped around you too :’>

☆ JEONGIN

if you’re in his room at the dorms (so he can look after you occasionally haha), he wouldn’t mind giving you the privacy and peace you need so you can focus on studying

because he can’t trust you being alone in your room :< you might get distracted if you’re alone in your dorm!

unless you ask him to stay with you :D

he’s just one call away! he’ll be with the boys, playing mario kart with felix for a few hours

he will also scold the boys if any of them have the audacity to make noise

“keep quiet changbin!!!!” because the man shouted when he lost against chan in tekken 7 :(((

he’s just… he wants some bit of silence in the dorm since the walls are quite thin and you can hear almost any sound outside of his room lol

then you’ll hear the boys squeal and tease him at how sweet he has been to you

rip jeongin’s ears

since he’s outside of his room, you wouldn’t notice whether or not he went out of the dorm

don’t be surprised if he leaves you some coffee or muffins after buying his americano outside with the boys

he drops it off very quick! you weren’t even able to say thank you to him :<<

but you did find a cute note attached to the food he gave to you :DD

“i love u :* such a hardworking baby :< always know that you did your best to prepare for your exams, whether the results are good or bad! mwah <3”

you value that so much :(((

he leaves you motivating notes a lot until the point you have kept a box full of them from jeongin!

he’s so strict about your studying, so he really doesn’t get in his room unless you say so

but of course, you know this is not your home so you still let him in any time, especially at night

you can trust him to not distract you

you still go to bed together :p he can’t survive without you in his arms

unfortunately, he’s so stubborn about this fact^ sigh

that’s why when the exams week is over, he greets you with a tight hug and tons of kisses

such a clingy baby after a week of barely any physical affection for you

“can we have a date now?”

“right away?”

“heh… yes?”

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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nrc & random word prompts

SUMMARY: Random words + NRC students = This

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: This was super fun to write!! Me and a friend of mine did this together,,.., we assigned numbers to twst characters and then used a random number generator and then used a random WORD generator for that character and that's what created this mess.

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Heartslabyul

Riddle - Lesson

Lessons with Riddle Rosehearts involve tea on a sunny afternoon, staying at the school library surrounded by highlighters and gen pens. You doodle little things on his notes that he looks back on later with a smile, though he reprimands you during the lessons. He takes pride in your scores as if they were his own, giving you a gentle headpat whenever you finally understand a topic you’ve been struggling with for so long. Lessons with Riddle Rosehearts are warm, productive, and understanding.

Trey - Leader

Leader with Trey Clover is recognizing that he’s more than warmth. It’s knowing that beneath the gentle face and tender gestures, Trey Clover is strong and knowing. He’s perceptive in a way that could be dangerous, yet he usesthis trait to help others. It’s acknowledging how he steps up when Riddle loses his temper, and how valuable he is to his dorm at the end of the day. It’s giving him a bit of praise for once, a forehead kiss or a short hug, and letting him know that you see him.

Cater - Visual

Visual with Cater Diamond is telling him how radiant he is. It’s telling him that it’s not just his attitude you find beautiful, but all of him. It’s you telling him that you’d like to get to know him more, it’s watching his face slowly shift to a vulnerable hesitation, it’s guiding him through opening up. Letting his emotions spill into greens and blues and oranges and purples, instead of the muted yellow that he actively tries to display. It’s showing him that he’s a mural of color, not just a single shade of happiness.

Deuce - Food

Food with Deuce is letting him take a bite of your sandwich and him sharing a dessert his mom sent him with you. His eyes shine when you offer to share food, lips twitching into a smile as you hold out a spoonful of your pudding. You tell him he’s so strong and reliable when he holds the food you buy for his dorm, and he flushes the same shade as the cherry pie Ace shared with you two yesterday. He blushes even harder when you kiss off a spot of sauce or whipped cream smeared on his cheek, little things he does on purpose hoping you’ll do just that.

Ace - Declaration

Declaration with Ace is listening to him spell it all out for you. He’s not going to hide how he feels about you any longer than he has to, especially not when the next day could be your last. It’s more serious than you ever thought it would be, his hands clasping yours with the subtle force of an entire ocean. He doesn’t shy away from your gaze once, but then again, how could he? He’s convinced you’re everything he’s ever wanted, so he’d hate himself forever if he didn’t tell you now.

Savanaclaw

Leona - Thank

Thanks with Leona Kingscholar is knowing that his gratitude is nonverbal. It’s knowing that even though he still acts smug and irritating, he was saved because of you. You think it’s funny how he lets you sleep in his room after Ramshackle Dorm has been taken, and you know full well he would have kicked you out immediately if you were anyone else. It’s knowing that he owes you and exploiting that just a bit, watching with amusement as he rolls his eyes at you and pretends you don't matter. It’s being the slightest bit surprised when a small golden bracelet shows up at Ramshackle once the whole ordeal is over and Leona has gone away for Winter Break. You know it’s only a trinket to him, but the small note left with it just says thanks and you laugh loudly when you recognize Leona’s handwriting.

Jack - Combination

Combination with Jack is helping him care for his cacti. It’s waking up early and rushing to Savanaclaw too give him a water bottle since you know he’s on a run. You join him sometimes,and you notice how he matches your pace. It’s eating together in silence when he doesn’t feel like talking much, and it’s listening to him quietly ramble when something exciting happened. It’s noticing how his tail wags when you talk to him, and it’s holding the small acts of service he does for you close to your heart. It’s returning the favor.

Ruggie - Glow

Glow with Ruggie Bucchi is noticing how he seems to shine in the sunset. It’s being in awe of how beautiful he looks, smirking about the day’s exploits and bragging about how cool he is to you. It’s him noticing how you’re staring and making fun of you for it, but you can’t say anything back because the setting sun is framing his head like a halo. It’s realizing that you’re probably in love with him, and he’s known it longer than you have. His eyes shimmer the second you make that realization, and you know he knows. But like always, as his growing smirk lights up your world brighter than that sun ever could, you can’t bring yourself to take it that seriously.

Octavinelle

Azul - Bridge

Bridge with Azul is knowing how to communicate with him. It’s not letting him walk away, it’s chasing him whenever he feels like he’s going to shut you out, and it’s constantly making your bond stronger. It’s starting out with a tightrope and working your way towards a steel bridge. It’s holding his hand gently whenever he allows it, never pushing him too far outside his comfort zone. It’s staying with him as he holds his head in his hands, the VIP Room silent except for the sound of his quiet sobs. It’s hoping that someday, Azul will realize how beautiful he is and help build the bridge with you, where you two will watch the starry sky as it fades to a rising sun.

Jade - Script

Script with Jade Leech is being just as devious as he is. It’s playing up his act when he needs to be the poor, sad eel. It’s laughing about it later when you’re succeeded in your mission to grab whatever you needed from whomever Azul wanted it from. Jade’s eyes shine at the feeling of mutual understanding, amused that someone he thought would be so boring turns out to be much more like him. You would pretend to be disgusted if he ever compared himself to you, he knows, but would that be so bad? You’re just like him and you know it.

Floyd - Mislead

Mislead with Floyd Leech is finding him funny. You don’t run away or tiptoe around him, and he thinks you’re so interesting for that. You laugh when he makes fun of Kingscholar and you try to hide your smile when he calls Azul cringe. Nobody has ever reacted to him in this way before, since he’s known as sneaky and deceptive and known to mislead. It’s funny how you almost seem to trust him, even though you don’t, and that paradox will interest him forever. It’s giving him something to look forward to every day, a solid foundation that he never really needed but appreciates anyway.

Scarabia

Kalim - Frighten

Frighten with Kalim Al-Asim is acknowledging the evolutionary fear of heights when he takes you on a carpet ride for the first time. He’s so excited he doesn’t think about you at first, and immediately aims straight for the clouds. You shriek as he whoops, relishing the way you cling to him. It isn’t until he turns to you to ask you how the moon looks that he realizes how scared you actually are. His eyes go wide as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you firmly as he slowly descends. You’re trying not to look down, focusing on the beautiful night sky instead, and you’re so absorbed you don’t see Kalim staring. You have the galaxies within your eyes, and he can’t help but laugh because to him, you always have.

Jamil - Scream

Scream with Jamil Viper is killing bugs for him. It’s hearing the very rare shout of surprise from the kitchen and excusing yourself from Kalim immediately. Rushing over and throwing the door open, you’re greeted by the sight of Jamil with his back pressed against the far right corner. His eyes find yours immediately and he points to the stove, whenever a spider sits on the wall. You swallow your own fear and grab the nearby spatula, slapping the hell out of the spider the second you’re close enough. Jamil is composed as he wipes the guts off the wall, and you don’t mention it as you clean off the spatula.

Pomfiore

Vil - Strain

Strain with Vil Schoenheit is watching him work so hard for the SDC. It’s watching the long hours he spends creating the absolute piece of art that is Night Raven College’s show. You give him a bottle of water with a crestfallen face as he pays you no mind. It’s admiring him, watching him soar, and watching him crash as he sees Niege. It’s listening to him check who the most beautiful person is over and over and over, frustrated by the fact that he’s denying words like ambitious, stunning, lovely, hard working, gorgeous. It’s catching him when he falls and helping him back to his feet, having those ambitious stunning lovely hard working gorgeous eyes finally fixed on you.

Rook - Worth

Worth with Rook Hunt is listening to him sing your praises every day. It’s thinking that he’s not genuine because he’s told seven other people the same thing in the last nine hours alone, but having him assure you that he is. It’s him slowly becoming more focused on you once he realizes what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, taking care to compliment the parts of you he finds the most beautiful. Now you’re confused as to why he’s spending so much time on you instead of chasing after some Savanaclaw student, but whenever you bring it up he just holds a finger to his lips and winks. It’s not understanding why he’s so fixated on you, but knowing that someday you’ll figure it out.

Epel - Hostility

Hostility with Epel Felmier is confronting Vil about how he treats Epel. It’s finding out about how Vil has demanded Epel stop speaking with the accent that makes him who he is. It’s you storming into the SDC rehearsal with fire in your eyes, all the anger directed at the one boy who organized all of this. Ace and Deuce are in shock as you storm right up to him, staring Vil Schoenheit right in the eye. Epel’s heart has stopped in his chest, the memories of Vil beating him up flooding back. Your mouth opens and words flood out, piercing and loud and ringing throughout the entire room as you jam your finger into Vil’s chest, over and over and over. Epel knows you’ll get beat up for this just like he does, but he’s so thankful that you thought he was worth fighting for.

Ignihyde

Idia - Shortage

Shortage with Idia Shroud is coming through for him when he needs someone. Ortho needs some new parts for an upgrade Idia desperately wants to do that can’t be ordered online, and Idia doesn’t want to bother Azul any more than he has to. He calls you for help, explaining his situation over the phone in soft whispers and telling you he’ll pay you back. It’s when you agree without hesitation, telling him you’ll stop by Sam’s Shop since he’s sure to have them. He sends you a message with everything he needs and a bunch of thank yous, pale face flushed with gratitude from the other side of the phone. You tell him it’s no problem, that you’d be happy to help him with the upgrade too if he needs it, and now all Idia can think about is how lucky he is to have you.

Ortho - Guest

Guest with Ortho Shroud is coming over when he wants to play a new game. Ortho doesn’t have many friends. He’s only really close to his brother, and recently he’s taken a liking to you as well. Ortho knows your time is Ortho knows your time is monopolized by Grim and a few other students (cough cough), but he’s managed to set aside an entire afternoon on the weekend to play board games with you. India has recommended a few he enjoyed to Ortho, and now he wants to play them! He’s not very competitive but finds it very amusing if you end up all fired up. It’s spending time with the school’s only robot student and treating him like a person, treatment that isn’t common at NRC.

Diasomnia

Malleus - Green

Green with Malleus is taking nighttime walks with him as fireflies light the way. His eyes shine unnaturally in the darkness, but you aren’t afraid. He knows you’re not. It’s letting his hand brush against yours, a silent question that you respond to with intertwining your fingers. It’s not saying a word as you walk, taking in the scenery as you walk side by side, one of the most powerful mages in the world holding your hand with gentleness that others will never receive from him. The thought makes you feel smug, and maybe it’s the occasional envy you feel within you when Malleus is crowded by admirers, but you quell the feeling for now. With all this plant life surrounding you and nobody else around, Malleus is yours.

Sebek - Demonstrate

Demonstrate with Sebek Zigvolt being more absorbed in his body’s closeness to yours than his instruction on how to use a sword. It’s the little gasp that leaves your mouth when he adjusts your stance, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration like he doesn’t understand what he’s doing. He pulls back with a satisfied nod, smirking as he crosses his arms. He makes some comment about even humans being able to handle swords moderately well, and you can’t bring yourself to shoot something equally as snarky back because the spot where his hands brushed your fingers and back are still burning with warmth.

Silver - Lunch

Lunch with Silver is setting up a picnic around him when you find him asleep in the courtyard. It’s waking him up so he’ll eat for once, watching as his hair falls away from his face as he sits up. Silver apologizes and thanks you in one breath, accepting the sandwich you hand him with bleary eyes. It’s selecting the best fruits you had in Ramshackle’s fridge for him and waiting anxiously for his opinion. A soft “it’s good,” it’s all you need to have your heart burst, the warmth from the sun making him seem more radiant than usual.

Lilia - Misplace

Misplace with Lilia Vanrouge is knowing he hates looking for things and stealing his jacket anyway. It’s accepting the fact that you two have the same closet at this point, and that you stealing his clothes is just as acceptable as him stealing yours. It’s explaining where his jacket went when he comes to you for help, already dreading the idea of tearing apart his room to look for such a crucial part of his uniform. It’s having him see you in it and laugh, relieved that he doesn’t have to spend useful time searching for it. It’s Lilia having to take it back from you with a promise of giving you something else to wear later.

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Why Blaming Carbs for Diabetes is Like Blaming Water for Drowning

Welcome to my post on why diabetes isn't just a sugary death sentence but a greasy one at that. Imagine your body is like a very finicky luxury car. You wouldn't fill its tank with maple syrup and bacon fat and expect it to run smoothly, would you? Well, your body works in a somewhat similar fashion—too much junk, especially fats, clogs up the works.

Here’s the breakdown for the medically uninitiated:

The Fat Trap: Think of saturated fat as the uninvited guest who crashes on your couch (skeletal muscles), refuses to leave, and blocks the door (prevents glucose from entering cells), causing a nasty traffic jam (elevated blood sugar).

Fructose – The Wolf in Sweet Clothing: Drinking your fructose in sodas is akin to trying to put out a fire with gasoline. It rushes in, overwhelms the system, and instead of being a quick energy source, it turns into fat. That's right, that sweet drink is more like a fat keg.

Cellular Traffic Jam: Here’s a fun fact — saturated fats cause a cellular traffic jam worse than Tokyo at rush hour. It messes up the whole energy production line, leading to increased blood sugar because glucose can’t get where it needs to go.

The Historical Angle: Historically, populations gorging on fats have shown more diabetes. Surprise, surprise. Meanwhile, high carb consumers (like the rural Chinese or Okinawans with their sweet potatoes) lived their days with hardly any diabetes. Maybe carbs aren’t the bad guys after all?

Sweeney’s 1927 Revelation: Since 1927, we've known that fats mess up insulin sensitivity. That's almost a century ago, and yet here we are, still debating whether to blame sugar or fat for diabetes.

So, what do we gather from this historic and scientific mishmash? Diabetes loves fat more than carbs. It's a lipid disease, mortals.

Advice from your not-so-friendly neighborhood nutri-student: Eat less saturated fat, dodge those sweet drinks, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll steer clear of the metabolic iceberg that diabetes really is.

Remember, when it comes to your health, sometimes the simplest advice is like Occam’s razor – cutting through the complexities to reveal a solution that’s, well, painfully obvious.

Stay healthy or, at the very least, try not to actively mess it up.

#health #health and wellness #diabetes #diabetic #prediabetic #type 2 diabetes #type 2 diabetic #food #chronic illness

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biillyhargroves · 2 years

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Wayne Munson doesn’t get it. Not at all. Not one bit. But, then again, he supposes he doesn’t have to. No one is getting hurt, after all. And Eddie, he’s happy. So it can’t be that a big a deal, then, can it?

It starts with the Hargrove boy. Wayne has seen him hanging around town, that car of his announcing his arrival around every street corner, engine idling outside of Melvald’s and the Palace Arcade, tires screeching through Forest Hills in the dead of the night, stuttering over those same dirt roads come morning. And Wayne Munson, he’s not a stupid man. No, sir. Not in the slightest. He’s not blind, either. He knows that his nephew could not afford that fancy guitar, those hulking Marshalls, on the meager allowance Wayne scrounges up each week. No, there’s other income rolling in, that’s for sure and certain. The Hargrove kid is a customer. At least, this is how Wayne explains the nightly visits, until the one early morning he catches the boy scrambling to his Camaro in a pre-dawn haze. He knows that Billy sees him, sees the crooked button-down shirt, the half-zipped fly, the blond curls all mussed and wild in the shadows of the sunrise. The boy says nothing — doesn’t even acknowledge Wayne’s presence, pretends he hasn’t seen the man at all. He crams a cigarette into his mouth and ducks into the driver’s seat and takes off like a bat out of hell.

Eddie, he’s sheepish that morning. He’d watched the whole thing through the window, heart hammering hard in his chest. He was a fidgety mess over breakfast, hands shaking, coffee spilled. Wayne only asked, “Have a good night?”

“Y-Yeah,” Eddie stammered, and he rushed on our the door mumbling something about being late for first period. Wayne shook his head, huffed a laugh. So his boy liked boys — what’s the big deal? Wayne scratched teen pregnancy off his list of fatherly worries, kept calm and carried on. Eddie was Eddie, and Wayne loved him all the same.

The Harrington kid, that was the real curveball. Eddie and Billy had been palling around, getting along just fine, doing all the things that teenage couples do and pretending like they weren’t. They were no choir boys, and Wayne knew this, and they knew that Wayne knew, but their act was amusing all the same. So long as they were careful, so long as they were safe, Wayne didn’t much care what happened behind closed doors. Billy spent the night more often than not and Wayne was steady provider of a good $20 for pizza and beer and whatever else they could buy with the change. He nodded to Billy in the mornings, even helped him repair that stupid car of his after a crash by the old mill. Billy had been quiet but grateful, repeatedly telling Wayne that he could do it all on his own and repeatedly thanking him when Wayne told him that was bullshit and to hand him that there tool. (Eddie had tried to help, bless his heart, but his mechanical knowledge started and stopped in music production equipment; he’d settled for refilling the lemonade pitcher and fetching lunch from the diner down the road.)

But sometime around the spring of ‘86, Steve Harrington entered the mix.

Now, Wayne knew the Harringtons. Knew of them, at least. All hoity toity in their big Loch Nora house. He knew they traveled often and that they had high expectations of the son who scooped ice cream before that godforsaken mall burnt down. Eddie had mentioned Steve in passing. Wayne had chalked him off as a teen movie bully, larger than life until the tassel moved to the other side and they had to set foot in the mythical real world that had hovered over their pretty heads for four long years.

Maybe Steve was just a burnt out golden child on the hunt for some new fix. Maybe he was the disappointment his father always claimed he’d be, sinking low, low, low and self-medicating the trauma away. Or maybe, just maybe, there was something more to his visits to Forest Hills.

He’d snuck around at first, just like Billy had. Slipping in and out and suspecting that no one knew. Wayne, of course, did. He was aware of the goings on of his own home, thank you very much. He’d brushed it all off as nervous rich boy energy. The Harrington kid, he didn’t belong here, and he damn well knew that. He’d spent most of his high school days shitting on the poor kids who came home to vehicles instead of four solid walls, who bought their back-to-school clothes at the army surplus store, never once setting foot inside The Gap. He was out of place.

But it was more than that. Wayne learned this quickly, on a Saturday morning when an early phone call rang him in to an overtime shift at the plant. He’d rolled out of bed and brewed up his coffee and pushed open Eddie’s bedroom door to tell him goodbye. He’d expected Billy, to be quite honest. The boy has shed his shame by then, had cocooned himself in the safety of the Munson trailer. And he was there, back to the wall, body curled around Eddie as if Eddie were a life raft keeping him afloat (and Wayne did make a mental note to check up on the kid, lifeguard the lifeguard as it were, pull the boy ashore if he had to). But it was the boy on Eddie’s other side that gave Wayne pause.

There he was. Steve Harrington. Hair a mess, clad in one of Eddie’s heavy metal tee shirts he’d saved up to buy, one arm thrown across Eddie’s body, finger laced loosely with Billy’s. Eddie slept soundly between them, one arm protectively braced around Billy’s shoulders, the other pillowed behind Steve’s head.

And Wayne hovered in the doorway, taken aback.

But it makes sense, doesn’t it? All the times he’d come home to three of them lounging lazily on the couch. All the times Billy and Eddie had snuck out, a bit more suspicious than they usually were. The sightings of the Harrington boy, all flushed and nervous, always looking over his shoulder, as he sneaked away from the Munson trailer.

And, no, Wayne certainly does not get it.

But he does understand the way Eddie lights up when Steve comes knocking at the door. He understands the way Eddie squeezes Billy’s hand under the table. He understands the little glances shared by Billy and Steve, whole conversations silently exchanged. Individually, these things all make sense to Wayne. Collectively, he supposes they are no different. And so long as Eddie is happy, so long as Eddie smiles the way he does when Billy cracks an unexpected joke or Steve flubs some common idiom, Wayne supposes he doesn’t need to understand anything more.

#harringroveson #harringroveson fics #stedilly #steddilly #stilldie #metal sandwich #lex writes fics #y’all said mungrove & harringrove so #have wholesome uncle wayne accepting eddie’s polyamory #we love to see it

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swampstew · 1 year

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𝒮𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇

Being a Kid Pirate is not an easy career path. Less so if you're the Vice-Captain. Killer has it so rough, he really needs a self-care day. Maybe you can give him one?

Content Warning: hotboxing the Victoria Punk, marijuana implied drug use, drinking, otherwise SFW. Word Count: 1.8K

As always, minors do not interact with my content this is a boundary, thank yew.

You knew that the Massacre Soldier was one of the hardest working men you've ever met in your damn life. Day in and day out he handled the ship's affairs, cooked nutritional meals, occasionally bat Kid over the head, and balanced a close relationship with you.

He hardly had a moment to himself, always giving someone or something else attention. You decided that was enough. Killer deserved to have a full day off – no exceptions.

It took several days of secret planning between you and some of the crew; you were a little skeptical you fully got away with your private planning. Killer has always been an observant man. Nevertheless, he did not stop or interfere in any way as you executed your plot. Wire, Heat, Haikei, Noe, Emma and Quincy were tasked with managing the Captain while you kidnapped the masked man.

Sneaking into the kitchen, Killer was quietly boiling a pot of noodles and readying a carton of eggs to fry. You hunch next to the countertop trying to assess when you could grab him.

“You want your eggs runny or dry?”

“Wah?! When did you figure out I was here?”

“The whole time,” he hummed.

Grumbling, you stood up from your hiding spot and stretched your body. Standing behind him you wrap your arms around his waist.

“I like mine dry but make it to go. I need your help with something very important.”

“Very important huh?” Killer let out a dry chuckle. The sizzling of butter flared as he flipped your egg over. “Ok then Y/N. Grab the coffee mugs and croissants.”

Eating in the privacy of his room, the two of you enjoy each other’s company as you caught up, exchanged opinions on recent news and of recently risen bounties. At one point you had retreated to the bathroom for a minute and Killer heard the tub being run. He tilted his head in curiosity.

You came back out and laid out the day for him. Killer was being subjected to his first day off. He was being treated to a day of luxury, relaxation, and spoiling. Phase 1 – the spa treatment. Killer had to bite his cheek from how hard he was smiling behind his mask. He’d never been to a spa before.

The smell of the oils in the water wafted in Killer’s nostrils as he sank into the tub. While it was large enough to hold both of you, and you did soak with him for a time while you swapped different face masks over both your faces, you spent most of your time catering to his whims. Feeding him cheese, crackers and grapes from a charcuterie board, changing the music dial for him, working the various shampoo and conditioner products in his impressive mane.

While his hair was wrapped in treatments, you gently gave him a foot and hand massage. They were short and sweet and you finished each appendage with a quick nail polish removal. Rinsing his silky hair, you hand him a robe and direct him to his couch.

You bring out some nail polish colors and let him choose. He’s going with purple this time; he was adamant that both his fingernails and toenails be the same color. Always a man of preciseness.

Once he’s rocking a dry set of nails, his stomach begins to growl. The promise of a delicious lunch keeps him at bay as you quickly rush through brushing and oiling his hair just the way he liked. As he gets dressed, you rush to the mess hall to check that nothing went wrong.

Dive had set the table as instructed and Bubblegum was bustling through the kitchen door with lunch on a platter. Spaghetti aglio e olio. Nothing too complicated for the novice cook.

Killer was delighted as he sat down across from you, maskless. You both devoured your salads and noodles – spa days really worked up an appetite.

“Next activity is more public; did you want me to grab your mask?”

“Nah, the face masks made my skin feel all soft and dewy. Don’t want to make it mildewy underneath the helmet with the humidity.”

“That’s fair. Cause up next is Phase 2 – drumming circle.”

Killer’s eyebrows cocked, “Bit presumptuous to assume I’ll play for an audience.”

“It’s not FOR an audience. Just, the audience finds you sometimes cause you’re so good!”

He blushed at that. Drumming was his favorite pastime so he knew he was a decent player after years of practice and playing. You’re not wrong though. Anytime he found himself wandering to the open space inside the ship where he would let loose, some of the crew would seek him out just to hear him play. Kid would join him with his bass guitar if he was free. Normally it was Wire and Heat who would play alongside him as his audience grew.

“Ok sooo I’m drumming for fun?”

“Yep! Play whatever you want, it’s your time to just hang out and relax. I’m going to set up some other things for Phase 3 so you’ll be on your own but you can always call me on the snail if you need anything and I’ll get it for you.”

As you led him to the deepest level of the ship, a peculiar smell reached his nose. He knew this smell. Killer was surprised to see several lamps were set up with colored lenses over the frames. The lenses lit the room up in a dark blue color, as if he underwater with the ship itself.

Set up in the center was his drum set. Other instruments were lined along the wall. The room was littered with pillows and bean bag chairs. A table next to the opposite wall held a variety of snacks, water jugs, a massive bong and several pre-rolled joints, and folded blankets. There was a keg beside the table too.

After several hours of just vibing, Killer felt completely relaxed. He had a good buzz going, he was enjoying playing along Heat, Wire AND Kid who had filtered in towards the end. Killer had attracted an audience and everyone was in a haze, lounging around the spread and snacking while they smoked, drank and listened to music. Killer almost forgot about your promise of Phase 3.

You had been hard at work alongside Bubblegum in the kitchen. You were preparing a special main course just for you and Killer, with a very tasty dessert too. Pomp, UK and Hip set up the private dining table for two just outside the helms room; in the dinosaur’s mouth where the railing and teeth blocked the waves of the sea.

Everything in place, you take a quick detour to your shared bedroom and slip into something cuter. Casual and pretty.

You grab a handful of snacks as you listen to the boys continue to jam. Killer’s eyes met yours immediately and he graced you with a wink and wide smile. It made your heart skip a beat. You offer him a wave as you enjoy the assortment. A few more songs and Killer ends the jam session, not without complaint from Kid who was still very much into playing the guitar. You pushed one of the other crew members towards the drums and grabbed Killer before anyone could react.

Killer was shaking as he ran, suppressing giggles over the situation. Being literally ripped from Kid’s grasp and trying to outrun a possible tantrum. You practically threw Killer in the bedroom with a rushed plea for Killer to change for dinner. He complied and changed into a fresh pair of pants and a simple shirt. It was time for Phase 3 – wine and dine.

The two of you held hands as you ran from the bedroom towards to helms room. Killer was about to ask why you were not going to the mess hall when he caught sight of the twinkling lights sitting beyond the last door. His breath caught in his throat as he observed the private date you had set up.

A small candelabra was centered on the table, two wine glasses and covered dishes preserving the meal. Off to the side was a covered container, dessert he presumed. Killer recounted his jam session as you both ate the baked chicken alfredo penne. You even exchanged some of the internal gossip between crew members as you dug into the crème brûlée you had worked so hard to make.

Killer leaned back in his chair completely full. The sea was calm and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the moon shining brightly amongst the stars.

“Already ahead of you big guy,” you chirp.

A small duffel bag hidden inside the helms room contained blankets and throw pillows that you laid on the deck. Patting the spot next to you, you offer him a smile.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve any of this, but thank you Y/N,” Killer spoke softly as he nestled next to you. Propping himself up so he could recline comfortably and have you tucked into his side.

“What are you talking about?? Killer you’re the hardest working person I’ve ever met. You are On Top of Shit all the time. I’m shocked you’ve not cracked under the pressure to be honest,” you bit your lip in worry. “You need a chance to relax every now and then too. If not for your own wellbeing, then for me. I’m worried sick that you’ll drop dead any day from stress.”

Killer’s eyes shot up at that. He didn’t feel like he was overworked or overburdened. Sure, some days where tougher than others but he didn’t mind. Being on this crew and being the Vice-Captain were things he loved doing. It gave him a sense of purpose. Of belonging.

Shaking his head, “I won’t drop dead but I understand what you mean. I promise to try and take more time for myself.”

“Good!” you smile in triumph. “There’s no law that says you can’t have a nap after you turn 25 years old.”

“You know I’m 27 right?”

“DUH! You need it more than me, gramps.”

“GRAMPS?!”

“That’s why I gave you all the face masks, to reduce your worry lines before they become deep set wrinkles.”

Killer gives you a look of utter horror and worry. Did he really have worry lines??!

You crack a grin, “Ah I’m sorry I’m sorry, you don’t I was just messing around!”

“You play around too much Y/N!” Killer growled, poking your sides until you’re screaming and crying. Finally letting you catch your breath, he pulls you back into his chest.

As you watch the stars twinkle in the sky and listen to the lulling sounds of waves crashing against the hull, both your eyelids grow heavy.

“I just wanted to treat you a little today. Make sure you know you’re appreciated and loved,” you say quietly.

“You did amazing. Truly. You pulled off so much and I know the others played a heavy hand in all your plans to make it as perfect as it was. I love you, Y/N,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

Killer couldn’t remember another time he had slept that well under the stars.

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💮Gepard x Reader💮Arrangements

Looking at the fruits of his labor before him, Gepard realized that perhaps, he would’ve been far better off purchasing some flowers from a Belobog florist. Weeks, no, months of hard work had netted him plants that were only barely suitable as filler in a backyard arrangement. He couldn’t understand just how they did it. Gepard researched countless guides and followed the instructions on the seed packets as closely as possible, but they did not blossom nearly as beautifully as he hoped for them to.

In fact, they barely even blossomed at all. The few droopy buds of color could barely pass as flowers, with some buds never even opening up. The blossoms weren’t suitable as a gift for anyone for that matter, especially not a close friend whom he admired so greatly. The fawn lilies didn’t even bloom fully, and the crocuses were underwhelming, blooming far smaller than he expected.

Was it even possible for him to salvage this disaster? Perhaps he could cover his blunders with a variety of exotic grasses to hide his original intentions of constructing a flower bouquet. Unfortunately, the result would be more akin to a bundle of weeds than a bouquet of flowers. Buying flowers from a florist at this point was an option, but it didn’t quite convey the same meaning that a handmade, self-grown bouquet did. Regardless, Gepard wasn’t sure if he would be able to face them himself out of sheer embarrassment due to his lack of talent.

He was a Silvermane Guard captain. Gepard had gotten himself into far worse situations than this before.

Growing flowers was a tad bit different than combat, but regardless, he must adapt regardless of the problem at hand. He refused to throw away the countless weeks of work he spent on such a heartfelt gift.

Perhaps the solution was not to accent it with grasses, but rather, some leaves could salvage these scrapped plants and turn them into a beautiful work of art? Adding in a few twigs with leaves still on them could make for a luscious, tree-like appearance. Top it off with a few thick blades of grass to fill in any gaps remaining.

The end result was a rather full bunch of various plants arranged as precisely as his hands would allow him to. With a spare purple ribbon from Serval’s knick-knack collection, Gepard tied a bow around the bunch as tightly as he possibly could. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, resulting in the bow being rather small, but he viewed this as a rather positive result. A small bow wouldn’t overshadow his…masterpiece, if one could call it that.

Even with Gepard’s attempts at salvaging his mess, the entire arrangement was overall rather messy. Rather than a floral arrangement, it appeared to be more of a wrap of grass with twigs and the occasional large leaf sticking out in an ultimately pathetic attempt to hide the failures of Gepard’s gardening. He shifted the trimmings around as much as possible in an attempt to make his craftsmanship a bit less of an eyesore, but despite his best attempts, it could not compare to the professionally tended flowers that he could find at the florists.

He was far too stubborn to scrap his plan, especially after dedicating so much time to it. After staring at the completed “bouquet” before him, Gepard wondered if they would focus more on his failure to execute a simple task rather than his commitment to his hobby as a whole. He wanted to tweak it further to perhaps patch up a few remaining flaws, but he decided that any further attempts at salvaging his work would only hurt the final product further.

Now, all that was left was for him to face you in person. Arguably, he would much rather defend the entire city of Belobog solo than go through with this. The excitement of a battle made his blood rush in a good way, and more importantly, gave him an all too familiar rush of emotions. A supposedly simple and honest exchange of words was not one of his strengths. Just the thought of doing so made his heart race in an unexplainable way. His thoughts became scrambled against his attempts to retain his composure, and he felt himself becoming warm enough to be used as one of the city’s heaters.

All he had to do was hand you the bouquet of flowers and say what was on his mind…if he could even put what was on his mind into coherent words able to be spoken. With a strung together bundle of leaves and grass, he couldn’t help but feel as if the chance of embarrassing himself was far more likely than even a decent outcome. He kept thinking back to all of the struggles he had endured attempting to grow these plants only for such a lackluster outcome, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself. Gepard managed to calm himself and straighten out his thoughts, but your expected arrival immediately threw him off track. All of thinking and bracing for his confession? Absolutely for nothing, as he lost track of where to even begin with his words.

“Gepard? You said you wanted to talk to me about something,” you said.

“Ah, y-yes I do. There is an important matter that I must bring up with you,” he said.

Gepard seemed to have forgotten that a formal tongue is not necessarily appropriate in every situation. He held the hodgepodge arrangement behind his back.

“What is it, Geppie?” you asked. “You seem weirdly stressed.”

He cleared his throat, attempting to calm himself before speaking further. “It’s nothing detrimental, but it has been lingering on my mind for quite some time now.”

“And what would that be?”

Gepard stood awkwardly quiet for a moment as he debated his next course of action. He could give a heartfelt speech about everything he felt towards you, but to him, it felt as if it would drag on for too long, boring you for eternity. On the contrary, blurting out his feelings in a short and sweet manner seemed to be the more painfully rushed approach.

Gepard said absolutely nothing as he looked away and handed you the bouquet of flowers, or arrangement, to be more specific. He could neither bare to look at his mess nor the disgusted reaction he expected from you. Improper, it was, but Gepard felt as if his own emotions backed him into a corner.

There was no denying that his handcrafted arrangement was rather rough. What did survive his typical disastrous attempts at gardening were rather dull, and the leaves and grasses he accented the piece with could be found just about anywhere in a planter on the side of the street. Regardless, whether Gepard produced flowers fit for the royalty or the compost bin did not matter to you. He really went through time and energy to grow and arrange plants just for you, even when he could’ve given up and bought a premade arrangement from the florist.

All this time that he had to prepare and Gepard was still left without any words. He turned his head even further away in an attempt to hide his blush, but his entire face was turning red at this point. He quickly snuck a glance to see how you were reacting to the flowers, then immediately looked away, hoping you didn’t see him sneak a peek.

You took the thick arrangement out of his cold, metal-clad hand and gently brushed your fingers through the different leaves, observing every single leaf and blossom that had survived his wrath. The quality of the disheveled bundle was of none of your concern, as you could tell that Gepard clearly put his heart and soul into it. Gepard sighed as you observed it, as if he was awaiting cruel words of mockery.

“You made this, just for me?” you asked.

“Indeed, I grew these plants by myself, though I worry that the end result is not up to your standards.”

“Standards? Who do you take me for?”

With your free hand, you nudged Gepard’s face gently to face him towards you. A brief flash of fear filled his eyes, as he was still convinced that you were absolutely disgusted with his gift. However, that could be further from the truth, and rather than waste your words on a man clearly inexperienced with them, you instead showed him your appreciation for his kind gesture.

Catching him off guard, you stood on the tip of your toes to steal a quick kiss on his cheek, causing him to bury his face into his metal gauntlets. That was one way to charm a Silvermane Guard, though perhaps you had a hold on his heart with far less than that. The flowers he spent ages growing for you was proof of this, and was more than enough to show you the amount of sincerity and dedication he harbored for you.

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