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h34rtbeat · 4 months

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I BEG A ROUGH NONCON WITH SUNGHOON

BECAUSE IM IN LOVE W/YOU (cunt)

okay ik u said super duper non-con but like I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to show my stalker sunghoon.. pls don’t be mad at me queen. There will non-con if yall want a part 2

PART 2 HERE

JUST BEAR W ME YALL.. BEAR W ME..

warnings: panty stealing and drugging

some-what based off of she

7 weeks.

It’s been 7 weeks since you started to feel like someone is watching you. An inching feeling, crawling up your spine as you undressed. Was it here? The thing watching you? Maybe you were really going mad, all this drinking…

You were sure enough that drinking wasn’t good, but, having your best friend over, Sunghoon, did help and you both shared some drinks.

You definitely drank more than him, you were sure of it. It didn’t help that you felt fuzzy after your third drink, it wasn’t normal, but at least you were safe with your friend.

Sunghoon was the only person you told. He was quiet to keep your worries away from people finding out. He was quiet enough to know how much it meant to you, for no one to find out.

Yet you didn’t know this only made Sunghoons arousal increase tenfold.

“Ah.. I’m so sorry this is happening.” He reassured, rubbing your back as you sat on your table together, drinking.

“I’m sure it’ll go away soon, no one would wish to cause you pain.” Sunghoon sipped some more of his drink, and lifted yours to your lips. “Let’s relax. You deserve to anyway, with all this stress of yours.”

In his mind, you had only told him about this issue (which was him), and that meant you trusted him and only him.

“Maybe you should have another drink.. I’ll have another too, before I get on home.” His voice was always so quiet, so calm..

“Yeah, you’re right.” You chuckled, rubbing your head. “I do need to destress.”

God, you were so naïve, he couldn’t help it. He knew you had no boyfriend, no other man in your life but him. A few girls here and there, but not romantic. He was all you had, and that made him so egoistic.

You had to love him. You just had to. You trusted him, a man, to make your drink.

Slipping two little tablets into your drink, he made sure to add some sparkling water in both the drinks to make it seem like the fizziness was coming from the water. In reality, he gave you something far more strong.

“Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.” You laughed at his words.

“I’m sure it will, ‘hoon.” You took a sip, and your eyes widened. The drink was sweet, you could barely taste the liquor.

“Oh. Wow sunghoon, this is.. great actually.” You took more and more sips, he only took a few. You felt tingly all of a sudden, and kind of light-headed.

“Hey, I need to use the restroom real quick..” he mutters, tapping your shoulder. He felt how warm you suddenly became.

“Y-yeah.. s’down the hall, to your.. right.” You say, suddenly snapping back. What was this? Why did you feel so.. warm? And dizzy? You couldn’t even keep up with your eyes as you watched sunghoon leave the table and go down the hall.

Sunghoon checked behind his shoulder, seeing as you slumped over the table. He snuck into your room, looking your drawer. New panties?

Seemed you weren’t as worried as he thought. He wondered what you’d like look putting them on, how you’d look through the window, or maybe how you’d touch yourself.

While you were basically drugged out on the table, Sunghoon closed your bedroom door, quietly examining the panties. Who did you buy these for?

Surely it wasn’t for a man.. you’re way too pure. Just for yourself right? For you to feel sexy by yourself.

Gosh.. what an innocents girl you were, he couldn’t help but to take himself out of his pants, stroking himself with the underwear.

They were flimsy— lacy, light blue underwear. He’s never seen these while you got dressed. These are brand new! A breath leaving him, leaning only your drawer, holding onto it as he continues to rub it up and down his length.

He wondered what you’d look like, sucking his cock in this panties. Would you touch yourself?

Would you even wear these, no.. you’re too pure, too good. You’ve never even touched a dick before.

Heavy breaths coming out as he sprayed apures of white all over your panties, he tucked them in his pocket, before walking back. But before he fully walked back, he went into the kitchen.

opening your juice, he slipped around 5 tablets in, shaking it. If you happened to drink some later, while he was watching, you’d feel the same way.

He saw your body slumped over the table, and smirked to himself. He pressed a kiss against your lips.

“I’ll see you soon..” he muttered, and then exited.

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ghosthunterbuck · 15 days

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the most important thing

(pre-buddie) (862 words) (7x06 spec) what are weddings for, if not completely ignoring the fact that you're in love with your best friend

It’s a glance, at first. And then a longer look, when he’s sure no one’s looking back. It’s the slope of Buck’s shoulders that catches Eddie’s eye.

There’s an ease there that he hasn’t seen before. An ease he’s never really felt himself, either. And a part of him wonders – is it really that simple? He tightens his grip on Marisol’s waist and spins her around, smiles at the high peal of laughter she lets loose into the cool evening air.

Eddie allows his eyes to drift, following the line of Buck’s shoulder down his arm and to his hand. He watches Buck’s thumb pull slowly across Tommy’s jaw, sees the way Tommy’s mouth ticks up into a small smile, like his lips are following the motion.

He drags his eyes away then, feeling like he’s intruding on something.

“Oh, I think I need a minute,” Marisol gasps as the song comes to an end.

“Me too,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “Can I grab you something?” He gestures vaguely towards the refreshments table.

“Some water,” she says, punctuating her request with a soft kiss pressed into the corner of his mouth, “would be wonderful.”

Eddie smiles and fights the ever-present urge to wipe the kiss away. “Water. You got it.”

Buck finds him trying to balance a cookie between two cups and takes it from him with a grin. “You can come back for it, you know?” he asks with a teasing sparkle in his eye.

“You’re just jealous your date’s not bringing you a cookie,” Eddie replies.

Buck’s grin grows even wider. “My date,” he says, “is braving the bar for me.” He tilts his head towards the throng of people crowding around the single bartender.

“Alright,” Eddie laughs, “Tommy wins. You’ve got a better date than Marisol does.”

“Eh, don’t sell yourself short.” Buck bumps his shoulder into Eddie’s, a familiar gesture that makes him feel warm, even on a chilly spring night. “He hasn’t asked me to move in with him yet.”

“Bet he hasn’t asked you to move out, either.” Eddie says wryly.

Buck’s eyebrows shoot up. “You—”

“Yeah,” Eddie interrupts. “But we didn’t—we’re just going to take things a little slower.”

“Slower,” Buck repeats. “Yeah, that’s – that’s probably not a bad thing.”

“I think it’s good,” Eddie says. “I think—I never give myself enough time, you know? Even with Shannon—we hardly knew each other when we first got together, and then—”

“I get it,” Buck says softly, and Eddie knows he does.

“I just need to get to her, really get to know her. I think… I need us to be friends before we can really be something else.”

Buck’s expression changes into one Eddie doesn’t know how to read and he swallows. “Yeah, that’s—friends. It’s a good idea. It’s—that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?” It’s not a rhetorical question, Eddie can tell. It sounds more like some kind of revelation.

Eddie glances over Buck’s shoulder and sees Tommy on his way back, a drink in each hand. He returns his gaze to Buck. “I think it is,” he says softly. He nods in Tommy’s direction, then turns to head back towards Marisol.

He doesn’t remember the cookie until he’s nearly back to her side.

“What were you to talking about?” Marisol asks after taking a long sip of water.

“Just—tonight. The wedding,” Eddie answers, and it almost feels true. He takes a sip of his drink and allows his eyes to wander again.

“I’m glad it all came together,” Marisol says. She takes his hand, and Eddie tries to ignore the way he immediately wants to pull it away.

“Me too,” Eddie replies. “It was touch and go for a minute, there.”

“It’s a good thing you had an extra suit,” Marisol says, playfulness in her voice. “And a brand new one, no less! Did you have a special occasion in mind?”

Eddie grimaces. “I’ve had it for a while, actually. Just, never got around to taking the tags off.”

“Well, I’m glad you finally did. You look wonderful in it.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says. The skin beneath his collar starts to crawl.

Across the dance floor, Eddie watches Buck laugh, then tuck his face into Tommy’s neck. A part of him is jealous, Eddie realizes. Of the easy way they touch, of the comfort that’s settled between them with just a few drinks to aid it on its way. It’s not a feeling he knows, not like that. He’d like to, though. He turns back to Marisol.

“What’s your favorite movie?” he asks.

She furrows her brow. “My favorite movie?”

“We said we were going to take it slower, right?”

Marisol nods. “We did.”

“Well,” Eddie asks, letting go of her hand so he can spread his apart, “what’s slower than a first date question?”

Marisol covers her mouth and laughs. “Fair enough,” she says. “Ask me again.”

Eddie puts his drink down and looks her in the eye. “Marisol,” he asks, “what’s your favorite movie?”

Inexplicably, he finds himself thinking that, if it were Buck sitting here across from him, he wouldn’t have to ask.

#far too much happened for me to process a coda #so please have some wedding spec instead #911 #911 spoilers #911fic #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #bucktommy #and technically eddie/marisol BUT IS IT REALLY #abbie writes #fic

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the-joy-of-knowledge · 10 months

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How to answer tough interview questions.

Subscribing to the Harvard Business Review was one of the best decisions I made. I have learned so much about career development, personal branding, and job crafting. This article summarizes some of the questions you will get asked in a behavioral interview (courtesy of HBR) and I have included my responses to all of them. Assume I am seeking a HR role in a Fortune 500 company

Tell me about yourself and describe your background in brief?

How did you hear about this position?

What type of work environment do you prefer?

How do you deal with pressure or a stressful situation?

Do you prefer working independently or on a team?

How do you keep yourself organized when balancing multiple projects?

What did you do in the last year to improve your knowledge?

Tell me about yourself and describe your background in brief?

I grew up in small country in West Africa. I went to a great school through scholarship with the condition that I would pay it forward to the younger generation. So, after high-school I spent two years teaching math to elementary school kids. It was there I discovered my interest of people development. I enjoyed taking a kid from "I don't like math to can I get more homework? When I moved to the U.S for college I chose to study Psychology with a minor in Organizational Development. And my internship as a Human Capital Manager has allowed me to further develop my communication and leadership skills.

How did you hear about this position?

I learned about this position through Stacy Williams. She was one of the panelists on the fireside chat I convened in my school on the importance of women in leadership positions. I followed up with her through a coffee chat. She really enjoyed her job and the company culture. Her enthusiasm about her work encouraged me to apply and I am really excited to be going through the interview process.

What type of work environment do you prefer?

I thrive in environments where I am constantly learning. A place where each days brings a fresh set of challenges that I can solve. I also like working with teams where we can collaborate on tasks and brainstorm solution-oriented ideas. In my former internship I worked with an incredible team as a project manager in the human resources division and I worked on certain projects where I had full creative control on the outcome. I enjoyed the balance of both.

How do you deal with pressure or a stressful situation?

Stressful situations are inevitable and I learned to navigate them successful throughout my college career and my various internships. The first time I came across a stressful situation was in my Sophomore year. I worked as a customer service representative at a big department store and it was holiday season. You can imagine the amount of pressure - long lines of customers all waiting to get attended too. Instead of succumbing to the pressure I made sure to really understand the pain point of each customer which were long wait times and stock outs. If we were out of one brand of sparkling water, I would quickly recommend a different brand. If lines were long, I would go to the floor to help the bagging process. Customers left feeling satisfied with their shopping experience. Overtime, I have realized that the key to dealing with pressure is willingly choosing to complete the tasks with a positive mindset instead of worrying.

Do you prefer working independently or on a team?

I like a mix of both. I enjoy working on a team. The process of strategizing with my teammates on the best way to approach a problem allows for critical analysis and diverse points of view. Wh I also build camaraderie and trust with them while we tackle big problems. I enjoy working alone as well because I get to see how I approach different problems and compare my current performance to my previous ones. Working alone also gives me an opportunity to get feedback from my managers on my progress or areas of improvement. I like a balance of both.

How do you keep yourself organized when balancing multiple projects?

I am used to working on multiple projects. A typical semester for me is juggling between my classes, weekend job, extracurricular activities, and passion projects. So to stay on top of my deadlines and due dates I like to prioritize my tasks based on their level of urgency and importance. I use the time blocking method to schedule time for my projects. I take advantage of tools like Google calendar to keep track of due dates and appointments and Notion to manage big projects.

What did you do in the last year to improve your knowledge?

Last summer, I took some time off to really learn about veganism. It seemed intimidating at first because I did not know enough. So I turned to research to understand the facts. I began making home-cooked meals by following recipes from people I trusted and liked on YouTube. As I began noticing changes in my gut health and productivity levels, I started a blog to share my experiences. Now my blog has over 500 enthusiastic vegans who are on the same journey as I am. it was one of the best investment I made in myself.

The Big Pivot

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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back) [𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑]

He's the introvert tall guy dressed in black who always picks you up from work, makes sure you drink enough water, and that you stay out of trouble. In a way, some might think it must be tiring to have a partner that's just so different than yourself- but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute

Length: No chapter limit set. Story will simply update randomly and focus on asks/requests.

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You run into the bedroom where Jungkook is currently playing his video game, barely covered by a towel, hair up in a bun that's pretty much held together only by hopes and wishes.

"Jungkook!" You call out excitedly, and he pauses his game in a well used-to manner, making space so you can hop onto his lap, his controller falling onto the floor as he looses grip on it- more so concerned with holding you on his legs as you wiggle around. "Shower with me." You demand, and he sighs, looking over to his TV screen, inner battle hard to decide. "Jungkookie, please!" You whine, and he plays with his lip piercing.

"You know what happened last time." He worries. "You almost hit your head when you slipped-" He reminds you, but you just roll your eyes.

"There's nothing in it anyways-" You start jokingly, but he instead flicks his fingers against your forehead scoldingly, reminding you that he's not too fond of your own demeaning jokes against yourself, even if you don't out any honesty in those words. "-Kookie please, you've been at it for hours and I wanna have some quality time with my hot sexy anime boyfriend!" You huff, and he frowns a bit at that, confused.

"I'm your what now?" He wonders, and you laugh, running your fingers through his by now pretty long hair. He himself doesn't really know what you see in him- but he knows you love both him, and his appearance a lot, no matter if he just woke up, if he's sick, or if he's looking his best.

'You're like, my biggest boy-crush, ever!', he remembers you confessing to him one night in his apartment as you had shared pizza- just after he'd opened the glass bottle of strawberry ramune for you with one hand. 'like, please crush me with those hands, mister!' you had dramatically whined, and back then, he had taken it as nothing but playful joking.

Oh how dense he'd been.

"No really! You kind of look like Miyamura Izumi from Horimiya-" You tell him, pink sparkling acrylics combing over his scalp in a way that would make him purr, if he was a cat. "-a bit more buff and with more tattoos, but still. We gotta watch that show by the way, it's so cute!" You giggle, and he swallows down his own shyness creeping up. Even after half a year of dating you, he's not yet used to your boldness when it comes to complimenting him. He's not really used to it. Maybe never will.

But then again, he also thought of you as nothing but a hollow barbie doll come to life, in the beginning. Come to discover, you're not at all empty inside- but filled to the brim with color, by now having started to paint his life and even himself in more hues than he's ever really thought existed.

"Please.!" You try again, attempting your best puppydog eyes- though he's a little distracted by your cleavage dangerously exposed, towel hardly holding on. "Oh! I bought a new brand of body-scrub, by the way! Strawberry sugar, the one you said you liked when I first came over?" You remember, and he nods, sharing the excitement a lot more subtly than you, who's buzzing just at the thought of your new purchase.

"I remember that. It smelled really nice- but I thought it was discontinued?" He wonders, pulling out the hairtie from your bun to make a proper one for you.

"Oh it is! It's a different brand this time, but it smells pretty much the same.. and the container is like, bio-something, like, it's not plastic-"

"Biodegradable?" He asks with a smile, and you snap your fingers at him.

"So smart, those glasses really aren't just to look good." You praise, and he chuckles. "Anyway I'll scrub your pretty skin down top to bottom if you shower with me and maybe give me a handjob?" You ask, and he sighs a bit bashful. Sex is a big part of your relationship- you're very open with it, show your love in a more physical way than he does. He's never really been a cuddler, or someone to hold hands with- even kissing in public had been nothing but a myth to him prior to dating you.

These days? He can't seem to escape you- and he doesn't want to, either.

Sex has turned from something.. well, somewhat enjoyable to him, to something exciting and even romantic, even during the most messy encounters. It's like he's gotten a unique craving just for the taste of your way of love him- a craving only you can really satisfy.

"I'll even suck you off-" You start again, and at that he averts his eyes, shaking his head with a laugh and red ears, showing clearly that he's caving in, making you laugh as you get up- towel dropping, leaving you completely naked as you run into the bathroom, only turning around for a second to peek around the doorway into the bathroom, bare chest clearly visible as you see him pick up the towel. "oops." You tease, and at that, he suddenly dashes towards you-

easily catching your naked body in his arms as he closes the bathroom door behind him.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine

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cloverthecactus · 5 months

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house husband [miguel o'hara x fem!reader]

summary: you and your husband miguel recently moved into a new home and due to an unexpected twist, miguel became a house husband.

warnings: none !

wordcount: 1.4k!

notes:

not proofread, plug and post

no use of 'y/n' (hate it! can't stand it!)

intentionally written in lowercase with certain letters, words and phrases in capital.

this is drawn out a bit BUT eventually concludes

meant to be a 'short' 1 parter, but if requested will write a part 2 :)

you and miguel had recently moved into the perfect home.

a large cottage home, just outside the city and was surrounded by greenery every way you looked. in the backyard was a lake that sparkled a sea green colour. your husband (miguel) was a busy man. he was one of the few CEOs who "ruled" brand known as 'the spider society'. he designed sports clothing and called it the '2099 collection'. it became fairly popular in recent years and due to the overwhelming success, miguel finally gave you the ultimate gift, your dream home.

he held you in his arms as though you were a newly wedded bride and kissed your lips. he softly smiled at you and began to walk into your new home.

"oh, miguel, it looks so spacious... so amazing!" you excitedly exclaimed and squeezed his arm. "i knew you would love it" he softly chuckled, setting one hand on his hip as he stared at you, planning where each of your trinkets would be.

you were so distracted by your planning that you failed to notice your husband answering a phone call. you also failed to notice the slight anger and disappointment that fled to his face and voice. only once he had loosened his arm from your grip had you noticed his sudden change in demeanour.

"honey? what's wrong?" your face displayed worry but miguel's displayed anger. he turned to look at you and sighed as he rubbed his temples.

"i uh- lost my job" his tone was confused and no matter how many times you asked why they fired him or what he did to get this punishment, he just replied with a hushed; 'i don't know dear'. it made you pissed that he didn't have the answer and after bickering for several minutes, the two of you made a simple agreement.

you would work extra hours at your job (hopefully get a raise) and he would keep the house tidy. miguel then later dubbed himself as your house husband.

the two of you were able to live a stable life after that. you got a promotion at your job and began to get paid 60% more than before which allowed you to tell your husband to 'suck it' which he misread and actually did suck it...

but besides that, the two of you were happy.

you entered the home earlier than usual today and sighed aggressively as you took off the shoes that you wore. miguel hugged you from behind, littering your face in light kisses. you giggled as he performed his actions doing the same routine everyday as you entered the home.

"you're home early today. did something happen at work?" he looked at you with admiration, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"the paperwork got too much to bear and i had 3 meetings scheduled after one another. i got so stressed that i began to feel sick, so i gave the paperwork to my assistant to complete, rescheduled the meetings and came home." you softly smiled, leaning your cheek against his head.

miguel couldn't have you being sad. not after all you've done to keep your little family financially stable since he lost his job. he loosened his grip on you and turned you around to face him. he was wearing your white and brown frilly apron that was dusted with bits of flour and what seemed like butter and a wet stain you assumed was water or milk. to keep himself busy, miguel began doing small hobbies. he began cooking, learned embroidery, read more and even took a liking to gardening.

miguel gently placed a kiss on your lips, and walked you to the kitchen where he offered you one of the pastries he had just made. "honey, i'm exhausted. could i try a pastry once i wake up from my nap?" a yawned escaped your mouth as you sat down in one of the dinning room seats. "but i just made a fresh pot of coffee and it's my first time making blueberry scones." he pout and kneeled down before you, holding your knee.

"could you try just one? i can give you a fresh cup of coffee and then you can rest." he politely asked, a small smile spread across his lips. he looked so adorable, you couldn't resist. so with a defeated sigh, you smiled and nodded "sure honey, let's try one" his eyes lit up as he stood from his position and poured the coffee into your favourite mug. he dished two fresh scones and with a proud smile he rested the tableware down. "i hope you like it" he whispered and kissed your cheek.

"im sure it's delicious darling. your baking has improved a lot in the past few weeks" a warm smile coats your face as you take a bite into the warm and still soft scones. your eyes widen slightly at the taste which has your husband excited and giddy like a child who just got an allowance. "miguel, this tastes incredible" you chuckle and offer him a bite from the piece you had eaten.

he nods as he chews the scone and gently kisses your cheek. "i agree with you, this is the best sweet treat i've made so far" he spoke and sat alongside you as you drank your coffee and ate the scones.

you yawned, showing the effects of the coffee wearing off and tapped miguel's forearm softly while leaning against his shoulder. "you wanna take a nap?" he asked in a soft tone, looking down at you with a soft smile. you slowly nod and fulttered your eyes closed. "i could fall asleep right here, but then you're gonna yell cause im not getting proper rest" you pout, knowing how miguel got when it came to your well-being. he would get upset when the two of you would go on roadtrips and you would fall asleep with the seat upright, saying you deserved to sleep in a proper way.

"want me to carry you to bed?" he asked in a warm tone, moving his arm around you. you shook your head 'no' and insisted you walk up those long stairs to your bedroom. "fine then, if i can't carry you to bed, i'll help you there. i know how you get when you're sleepy" he scoffed and helped you stand, slowly guiding you to your shared room.

he helped you out of your work attire and into something more comfortable. he then tucked you into bed and kissed your forehead. "miggy?" you groaned and opened your eyes.

"hmm?" he replied looking down at you

"im no longer sleepy." you spoke in annoyance with your body and guilt as you made miguel do all of this for you to be wide awake. "i'm sorry" you apologised with a pout to which miguel just chuckled and sat against the edge of the bed.

"honey, it's okay. you are exhausted but you just don't want to sleep." he rubbed your leg that was under the covers and smiled

"i know that... i can feel the exhaustion, but i just cant sleep" you whined and rest your head against the headboard. miguel sighed and took off his apron, dusting himself off and climbing into the bed next to you. "i will cuddle you to sleep and once you're asleep, i'll make dinner and the wake you up with a surprise." he spoke reassuringly and opened his arms to engluf you in a comfortably cuddle.

"thank you miggy, i love you" you mumbled under his arm that you stuffed your face under. a light chuckled escaped his mouth and he kisses your head

"i love you too, dear"

the two of you laid in comfortable silence as he tried to cuddle you asleep, which you had discovered was not making you as sleepy as you thought.

"honey?" miguel called, knowing you weren't asleep. you hummed a reply and opened your eyes. "i feel like something's missing" he spoke unsure which caused you to look up at him in a daze of confusion. "elaborate please?"

"with you working almost nine hours everyday, it gets so... boring. dont get me wrong, i love this easy life i have, but i feel like i need something more." he sighed and looked down at you.

"i understand the jump from working almost every day to being a house husband. there's a lot you did at your job that you no longer do and it's frustrating" you replied in an understanding tone and moved your hand from his back to his cheek.

"cooking, cleaning, gardening... it's just not the same. it feels like something is missing, and i feel like i need more"

"what are you implying miguel?" you asked with a raised brow, fearing the worst.

"i want to have a baby."

you exhaled deeply and displayed a tentative smile. "oh thank god! i thought you were gonna ask for a divorce!" you laughed giddy, holding your hand on miguel's chest

"no, honey, i want a baby" he chuckled and kissed your forehead. "i can wake up at random hours of the night or morning to take care of the sucker and when you're so tired you want to cry, me and the baby will be there to cheer you up. think of the memories and challenges we will face together!" you bit your lip in thought

"miggy, i dont know. if i got pregnant that would mean i need to take maternity leave which requires me to spend around 2-3 months at home. where will the money come from? not just that, baby food, baby clothes, equipment. we would have to renovate the guest room to a nursery and–"

"calm down, love." he softly spoke and rubbed your back to soothe your mind from the worries. "what if we adopted? it would save the time wasted on maternity leave and we could renovate the nursery on our own. it could be a fun project that we can do together"

you had wanted to do more things with miguel and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. you had your doubts and issues with having an infant around, but if it made your husband as happy as he makes you, you wouldn't mind.

you looked up and made direct eye contact with miguel. tapping his chest softly and nodding you softly spoke; "lets adopt a baby"

you had never heard your husband squeal and you swear that if he was any higher he would have cracked a few glasses. he kissed your lips passionately and chuckled as he let go of your lips. "we're going to have a baby ! we're going to be parents !"

all you could do is smile. you had never seen miguel this excited in a long time and you savoured the moment for as long as you could. your husband had not wasted time on planning. he spoke about when the two of you would begin renovating your child's room, what colours the walls should be painted and what name your kid should call you.

he really liked 'papa'.

you were grateful that your husband rants about a topic once his invested, or else you would have never fallen asleep. you awoke hours later. the sun was setting and his colone lingered in the air. you opened your eyes and looked to the left to see a pink tulip and dinner with a small card along side the plate. it read:

to my darling wife, thank you for staying with me through everything. may this new chapter of our lives be as exciting as the last...

#fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman fanfiction #cloverthecactus fanfic #cloverthecactus #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel fluff #writing #astv miguel #astv fanfic #cactusspider

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missyandthemisfits · 1 month

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JJK - Grocery Shopping With Them Pt. I

Yuji Itadori - He’s got a hard time staying next to the cart especially once he sees something cool or funny or weird. Like, he doesn’t like wander half way across the store or anything like that, but he’s skipping his way up to the weird off brand cereal just as soon as you make it to the aisle, grinning back at you with that dorky smile as he does.

“Babe look, they’re called Nut O’s!” He’s snickering way too hard and loud and it’s just a liiitle embarrassing, but endearing. You chuckle as he shuffles back over, box in hand. “Can we get em?”

You snort and sigh halfheartedly, not really accustomed to denying the sweetheart.

“Throw it in, Yu.”

It was seriously hard not to spoil him sometimes.

Megumi Fushiguro - When I say he has a mental and physical checklist of everything you guys have vs everything you guys need to stock up on- it’s that serious for him. No like shopping is actually no joke. Any sort of suggestions made that aren’t on the list? He’s scowling a little harder than normal, eyeballing you and the food item you two definitely don’t need-

“But Megumiii, they look so good - please babe we have to try them!” He crosses his arms in scrutiny.

“That’s an unnecessary expense. Don’t even get me started on the sugar content-,”

“Oh my fucking- PLEASE.” There’s a long sigh and he finally relents.

But make no mistake he’s taking satisfaction in the fact that you inevitably hate the taste. Megumi 17, (Name) 0.

Nobara Kugisaki - Honestly? Y’all get the same level of giddy to see weird foods and utensils in the store, so much so you’ve got an entire collection of things like …sriracha pocky and those boxes of foreign snacks, all of which you end up recording yourselves try for the masses.

“Dude, no this is actually fucking gross I’m gonna-,” You’re laughing hysterically as she gags beside you, snorting a bit as she downs her entire bottle of water.

“It actually wasn’t that bad for me.” The look she gives you in response is priceless.

Maki Zenin - She’s the type to carry a book around in the store and let you take as much time as you need deliberating over spinach vs lettuce because she’s got her entertainment. She’s got very specific tastes too so it makes it really easy to shop for her when she’s not around, you on the other hand are so very indecisive- but she’s learned to live with that.

“Maki…should I get spicy or regular?”

“Hmm,” she doesn’t even glance up, “Flip a coin?”

“But what if I get home and decide I want the other one? Uggghhh-,” She finally peers over the pages.

“Just get both.” You’re looking at her in teary-eyed awe.

“You’re the smartest person I know Maki!”

“I know.”

Toge Inumaki - Loves going grocery shopping with you. I mean, loves spending all his free time with you, but there’s something about grocery shopping that just makes his day. He adores the domesticated feel of it all, he surmises.

“Salmon.” He gives a thumbs up at the wasabi flavored prawn chips in your hands and you cheer a little, placing them in the cart.

“Sure they won’t be too spicy for you?” He thinks for a moment.

“Mustard Leaf.” He gives a shrug and you chuckle.

“What do you mean you’re not sure? Weren’t these your suggestion?”

“Salmon Roe.” He gives a nod and you can tell by the way his eyes sparkle he’s smiling under his scarf.

“Well alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you…”

Always a pleasant experience to be around this cutie.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #inumaki toge #jjk headcanons

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bowandcurtsey · 4 months

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Hi! Just saw your requests open post and squealed. Could I please get headcanons of Fuegoleon falling in love with an extremely beautiful woman and how he goes about courting her?

Hi sweetie!! Thank you for waiting so long (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

I hope you're still here and get to read this request! Hope 2024 would be filled with nothing but amazing things <3

My last piece of work in 2023 hehe! Here's some gentleman Fue for you Anony!

Characters: Furgoleon Vermillion x f! reader tw: unchecked works

When he first saw you, he was so mesmerised by your beauty that he started blushing.

Fuegoleon, the captain of the crimson lion was usually an eloquent man. But he started to stutter around you and found himself not being sure of what to say.

He actually thought of many ways to talk to you a little more but he couldn't think right at that moment.

When you both parted way, Fue found himself thinking about you all the time. He just couldn't shake you out of his head. He was mentally slapping himself so many times in the day everytime he thought about how awkward he was when he first met you.

He had to come up with an excuse to meet you again. He just had to.

And guess what? he organised an entire event for the village you stayed in, just so that he could see you again.

Did he have any plans when he met you again? no.

So he arranged a charity event in your village (and a few other villages as well for cover up of course), and he was there in person every single day.

And when he met you again, he goes tripping over his tongue again. It's like you're his kryptonite and his brain malfunctions when you meet.

Thank the heavens you spoke to him a little, else he'd won't get over himself again that night. You volunteered to help out at the charity event and of course he agreed without any hesitation.

In the next few days, he would bring you breakfast or some snacks, or water - anything that could increase his chance of coming to interact with you.

Slowly he would start to make more casual small talks and ask a little more personal questions.

As he interacted with you, he fell harder in love, not only because of your physical features, but also your inner beauty. Every time you laughed, he found himself smiling as well.

On the fifth and last day of the village charity event, fue found himself in low spirits. He thought about extending the event, but as a magic knight, he knew that there were other villages waiting on the help too. He had to move on to the next village tomorrow.

He brought you a small little bouquet of flowers. "as thanks to helping us out" he spoke in a low and quiet voice, but internally he was freaking out.

The smile on your face was everything to him. He would never forget the sparkle in your eyes and the rosy tint on your cheeks. But what you said next was even more unforgettable.

Because it would be the start of everything you had with Fue.

"would you guys need an extra helping hand in the other villages? I would love to volunteer"

WELL WELL WELL

it is safe to say he almost jumped in joy at that moment. But he had to maintain his composure else he'd risk looking like a total dork in front of you.

Now he would find himself having lunch with you daily. Bringing you water, breakfast and snacks are just the norm now.

Some days he'd even ferry you to and fro the village so you wouldn't even need to travel yourself. Because it's "the least I should do!"

Every week when you ended the charity event with a village, he brings you a brand new bouquet of flowers "as thanks" and they get bigger and bigger in size.

You guys chat about more personal things and share more stories now. He's starting to get comfy with you.

By now, the entire Crimson Lion knows that Fue is trying to court you. The dissing he gets from Leo and Mereo is UNIMAGINABLE. Soon, mimosa and kirsch knows about it too and they tease him about it as well. Poor Fue.

But nothing is going to stop his determination of courting you.

How could you resist a fine, charming man like Fue anyway? You knew you were starting to catch feelings as well.

Fue is not the time to spend lavish amount of money on you during the courting stage. He believes the best way to show his sincerity is through his actions.

Chivalry is Fue's middle name, so do expect a lot of opening doors, pulling out chairs, lending you a hand on simple tasks, helping you hold your dresses, etc.

After ALL the charity event at the different village (which spread across 6 weeks in total), Fue finally mustered up the courage to ask you out for dinner. The rest was history.

#black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines #fuegoleon imagine #fuegoleon headcanons #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion hc

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felinecryptid · 4 months

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A Phone Call Away

this is just goldenpunk fluff idk what else to tell you, there's no plot to this

“Hi,” Pav whispered, as soon as the call connected.

“‘ello,” Hobie hummed. “Wha’ are ya’ upto?”

“Nothing, I’m just out getting some groceries. Auntie sent me out and told me not to come back, until I find the brand of tea she likes,” Pav smiled and Hobie could feel the sun shining on his face. Then he frowned. “Are you still in bed?”

Hobie laughed. ”I was readin’ a book,” He said, holding up 1984.

“Gadhe. Tell me you've eaten something, at least,” Pav shook his head, putting a bag of potatoes in his cart.

“Ate some leftover chips, luv’, don’t worry about it.”

“I am going to worry, it’s like 2 in the afternoon at yours, and you’re still in bed. I’m not even there to cook you something.” Pav whined. Hobie felt something warm curl up in his chest.

“Awwh, babe, you love me?”

“Of course, janemann, I love you so much.” Pav held up a pack of tiny biscuits Hobie recognised to be ‘little hearts’. “I would literally kill to kiss you right now.”

“I’d die to kiss ya’.”

“Yeah.” Pavi stared at something off camera, doing some calculations with his unoccupied hand. “Hey, do you think I should get the family pack for 150 rupees or buy two 4-packs of maggi at 160?” He turned to the camera, showing a yellow pack of noodles to Hobie.

“I don't even know the difference,” said Hobie, finally getting up from his bed, looking for the copper water bottle Pav had bought for him.

Pav hummed, “I’m getting the two 4 packs,” He dumped the said items into his cart. “Should I get schezwan chutney for you?”

“The red spicy one? Oh fuck yea’ ov' course,” He said, watching the shirt ride up Pav’s shirt as he reached for the sauce on the top shelf. “It too high for you, shona?” Hobie asked, seeing the predictable blush rise up Pav's face at the hindi pet name. He loved it when Hobie tried and butchered hindi.

“Jaanu, you know I'm in public. I can't respond like I want to, that's so unfair.”

“I know, mere subah ki kiran,” He said, voice raspy, words feeling unusually rounded yet familiar.

“Hobie!”

Hobie laughed. He could see the deep, almost-maroon blush high on Pav’s cheeks.

“Have you been learning from Gayatri again?” Pav asked, voice accusatory, and a sparkle in his eyes.

“I'm not gunna conform o' deny tha',” Hobie finally found the bottle under the bed, and drained it.

“I love you so much, you ass.”

“I love ya too. Wha' time is it at yours now?”

“Around eight pm, why do you ask?”

“I thought we’d eat together, you could have dinner early and I'd’ve a late brekkie.”

“It’s a late lunch at this point,” Pav scolded. “But yes, I'd like that. What are we eating?

“Mac n' cheese?”

“You know that auntie would kill me if i told her that's my dinner.”

“Jus' tell her it's a snack.”

“You are the snack,” Pavi giggled, highly weird behaviour when in public, but Hobie liked the thought of them being disgustingly cute for everyone to see. Everyone to see their love. Everyone to see how important Pav is to him.

Another part begged him to hide Pav away bc what if his enemies hurt Pav to get at him?

Hobie shook his head, because what enemies did he have? He was a tattoo artist and Pav was a physics academic. It's not like they were fighting supervillains everyday.

Pav thought the head shaking was for his comment because he doubled down. “No you definitely are.”

“Does tha' mean you wanna eat me instead ov' the mac n’ cheese?”

“No- I mean- Yes, but what the fuck Hobie, I’m literally at the supermarket, and yes I have earphones in, but-” Someone knocks into Pav.

Hobie recognised the glint of her earrings a moment before he heard her voice. “Oh my god, Pav! You didn't tell me you were back in India?”

“Gayatri! I'm sorry, I came back like 3 days ago, and I've been too busy with packing Maya auntie’s things, I literally forget to sleep,” Pav laughed.

“Sounds like an excuse, Pavitr Prabhakar, you little bitch. If you had let me know, I'd have helped you.”

“That's exactly why I didn't tell you, aren't you working on that new movie? With Ranveer Singh in it?”

“So what, I could make time? And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help Maya auntie and you to pack her things- Where's she going by the way?”

“Oh, uh- she's moving to the UK, in with us.”

“Oh, she's leaving?”

“Yeah, Hobie and I thought it'd be better if she lived with us and UK has better resources aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas hi rakhna hai.”

“Yeah that's good, I'm going to miss her, I'll miss you both,” Gayatri's voice seemed sad. “But now I've got an excuse to barge into your house.”

“Wasn't I reason enough?”

“You? yes. Hobie? yes. Dono saath mein? Nope, thank you I'm pretty sure I’d have to bleach my eyes.”

“Thats-”

“Shut it. Speaking of hobie, show me the ring?”

Hobie watched as Pav swapped hands, bringing up his left ring finger into view, a familiar ring shining under the harsh grocery store lights.

Gayatri muffled a squeal. Pav’s grin was so wide that Hobie thought it was bleeding off him to Gayatri and him because Hobie found himself smiling into the cabinets as he took out a box of pasta.

“Ohh! kitna pyaara hai! is that real moonstone?”

“Yeah, it's covered with a thin layer of artificial diamond, it's custom made.”

“I'm so jealous. if my next partner doesn't put in at least this amount of effort, i'm breaking up,” Gayatri shoved Pav gently.

“Hobie would love to hear that. Hey, Hobie, did you hear that?” Pav turned to Hobie gleefully, Gayatri butting into the frame with a delighted look.

“Hi Angrez, wasn't stealing Pav’s heart enough? You had to take Maya auntie too?”

“Oh you can’t hear him, take my other earbud.”

Gayatri takes it, sticking out a tongue at both of them.

“Hello guruji, you are the one 'elpin' me charm them,” Hobie saluted her with the spoon he was using to scoop out salt.

“Oh my god you are so impossible, what's the status on the Kohinoor?”

“Still on the king's head, regrettably.”

“You promised to get it back if I let you have Pav-”

“Hey, am I a tradable commodity now?”

“-at this rate you have to return the entire British museum, including interest.”

“I'd gladly do tha' on its own.”

“I’m going to accompany Pav to yours to make sure you do just that. Okay, guys, you can get back to your mushiness. I need to get going.” Gayatri waved at him and handed Pav his earbud, disappearing out of frame.

Pav looked at him with a giddy smile “I saw you put pasta in water, what do you want to bet I can check this out and get a take out box in ten minutes?”

“Not one euro or a rupee, I know ya can, including Maya auntie’s favourite tea.”

“I already found it,” Pav held up a box and Hobie couldn't resist blowing a kiss.

“You're on then,” He said, holding up a bag of shredded mozzarella. “Let’s see who gets mac n’ cheese done first.”

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Translation:

gadhe - you ass (but this is the animal ass)

janemann - love of my life (not exactly but close enough)

maggi - verrrryyy popular desi masala ramen noodles

copper infusion water is considered healthy hence the copper bottle

schezwan chutney - a chilli garlic paste its delicious idk the recipe

shona - gold/love

jaanu - my life

mere subah ki kiran - my morning sunshine

Ranveer Singh - famous actor

aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas he rakhna hai - and to be honest, i want her to stay close to me

dono saath me - both of you together

kitna pyaara hai - its so cute

angrez - foreigner (of the english kind)

guruji - extremely respectful word for teacher (when i say extremely respectful i mean it)

kohinoor - famous diamond stolen from india during British Raj

A/N:

this took me forever to edit

i tried a different process of writing which was quicker to finish but took so long to edit iwndiedksndid but ill do this again bc i like this way much better

this fic was inspired by my parents shout out to them for doing long distance straight after marriage with a 1 year old (me) i could never

comment if ya want more bc they keep me alive

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familyvideostevie · 9 months

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SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you

“i love you i want us both to eat well” with my love remus 💞 This line from "Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks” by Christopher Citro is my absolute fav!!!

i love love love this poem!! i also love the lore about the author's grocery store setting -- so i took that a bit literally with this! here's some slightly chaotic grocery shopping with remus <3

You check your list. Asparagus, lettuce, paprika. That gross cereal Remus likes, some tofu, your favorite brand of sparkling water. Enough that your basket is heavy but not enough that your arm hurts.

Someone clears their throat and you move out of their way and embark on your next and final task: find Remus. Grocery shopping at this store used to be fun and easy. You'd meander the aisles and pick things off the shelf with only a vague idea of what you'd cook together that night. But they rearranged it this year and now it's chaos. That, and it feels like about a million more people started to come here.

So you and Remus have a system. You split the list and do your best to get everything you need in 15 minutes before meeting in the frozen breakfast section, which is hardly ever crowded. Not enough love for breakfast burritos, it seems.

You shoulder your way through produce and past the deli counter and squeeze into the frozen aisle between two carts of old ladies arguing over some tortillas.

And then you spot him. Remus is looking at his own list, basket at his feet. He seems to be counting something on his fingers, hair flopped over his forehead and shirtsleeve shoved up on one arm only. You take a few steps to admire him before he either hears or senses you coming to him and looks up, face transforming to a grin.

"I was starting to worry you'd been eaten by the masses," he says. You set your basket down next to his and stretch your arms above your head. "Did you get everything you needed?"

"Managed to grab some of your nasty cereal, too," you nod. He claps. "What about you?" You glance down at his basket and see the things he'd been tasked with -- some pasta and ice cream, fruits and snacks.

"Got your weird cardboard pastries," he says primly. You'd swung through that aisle and not seen them, so you beam at him.

"Really?" you say. "Oh, I love you."

Remus laughs. "Darling, if I'm entitled to my breakfast you are entitled to yours. Had to fend off a child for them, though."

You feign an outraged gasp. "You did not," you say. "Remus Lupin, a man who steals from children."

You expect him to roll his eyes at you but instead he reaches out to cup your face, thumb tracing your lower lip. "I just want you to have what you want," he says, entirely too tender and sincere for the frozen aisle.

Your cheeks feel hot and you duck your chin and gently grab his wrist. "Yeah, yeah, alright, Romeo," you say. He releases you with a smile turned smirk and you pick up your basket. "Let's fight for a self-checkout."

"Lead the way, darling."

join the celebration!

#fvsbeachday #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fanfiction #marauders fanfiction

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ikemen-translations · 2 months

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Morganatic Idol Prologue 1/10

Just as each star shines differently, each person has a different charm.

I believe that everyone has their own brilliance.

However... sometimes there are stars that emit light many times more intense.

The sparkle is so intense and dazzling...

The light is so strong that it blurs the surrounding stars, attracting everyone, making them yearn for something... and sometimes even giving them the courage to live.

I never knew that there were such overwhelmingly beautiful stars until I met them.

This is my Cinderella Story, guided by those dazzling stars...

Office

The sound of someone typing on a keyboard echoes in the noisy office

(I think this is fine)

After I finished entering the data, I let out a sigh.

(All you have to do is check it and submit it, and all your morning work is done)

Eiko Mori: Mr. Kawanaga, have you done what I asked you to do?

MC: Ah, Mori-san. Yes, please check it

Mori: Then next time, please hurry up more and give me a copy of the document

Interrupting my words, Mori-san quickly placed a stack of materials on the desk

MC: "Oh, I understand..."

I sigh softly as I listen her leaving with the sound of heels clicking.

(Additional work, huh? It can't be helped. let's hurry and get it done!)

This is Aegis Public Holdings, a company located in Tokyo.

It's a major advertising agency that handles a wide range of advertising on TV, magazines, internet, etc.

The department that produces advertisements is the Create Division, I work here as a temporary employee

When I was looking for a job, I went to the final interview at Aegis and unfortunately failed.

(I was really disappointed at that time. Fortunately I was able to get a job offer in another industry...)

I had always dreamed of becoming an advertising planner, and I just couldn't give up on working for Aegis.

That's why I chose to become a temporary employee

(When I think about that, I can't keep whining)

(I've always admired Aegis for a long time. And being able to work in the Create Division is an amazing thing in itself)

Lunch break

As i walked through a nearby park with my lunch in hand, I remembered the materials I had copied earlier.

(If I remember correctly, that was a commercial for drinking water that Mr. Mori worked on)

(That's amazing... I want to do someting big like that someday)

Mr. Mori is a full-time employee and the leader of the team I belong to. She is said to be the ace of the department.

The other employees are all people who have built up their careers through their upbringing.

(Everyone is doing a good job, looks stylish, and is full of confidence)

It's so sparkly and dazzling... I still don't have that kind of confidence...

(I mainly work as an assistant, and I don't have enough experience to be involved in the main work...)

Even in eating lunch , the difference is obvious... I make my own lunch to save money but the full-time employees get a special lunch from a fancy restaurant

(... No, no, no... The bento that I took so much effort to make won't taste as good but It's ok)

I Shake my head to get rid of the dark feeling

(I got into Aegis anyway, so now I'll work steadily and gain solid experience)

And... someday, I want to be promoted to a full-time position, create wonderful advertisements and give dreams to others

Just as I was once encouraged by an advertisement I saw when I was feeling down... that is my dream

(Okey, let's do our best this afternoon too!)

Office

(What is it? It's kind of noisy)

Manager: Everyone, listen please! The sales department has just landed an incredibly large project!

The section manager looks excited and speaks in front of everyone

Manager: It's a commercial for a new perfume from the major French brand "Esance"!

Manager: This product will be rolled out worldwide, and of course the commercial will be aired all over the world!

MC: The whole world!?

(Amazing! But why did such a worldwide project go to a Japanese agency?)

Manager: Actually, this time, Ezans has specified the image character to be used in the commercial

Manager: Exe Creed!

At that moment, the screams of female employees rang out

Exe Creed is a Japanese male idol group that is popular all over the world

Their strength lies in self-production, from song writing, composition and choreography to costume design and stage direction

With their outstanding singing and dancing, they quickly exploded in popularity as soon as they were formed and rose to the top

Their momentum is not limited to Japan, but they are a global group that has topped the American hit charts

(Even I, who don't know anything about idols, know about it)

There is not a day that goes by that I don't see them in the media and I hear that they have many passionate fans all over the world

(I see... The reason Ezans entrusted the commercial to Japan was to use Exe Creed)

(But up until now, famous Hollywood actresses have always done the commercials for Ezans)

(Japanese idol... and It's outrageous that a man is nominated...!?)

Apparently, the advertising agency that will handle this project will be decided through a competition between multiple companies

Manager: We will definitely win, we are putting the prestige of our company on the line!

The enthusiastic manager said something even more surprising

Since the person chosen was a world-famous idol we asked for a wider rang of opinions but in the end, all employees seem to be able to come up with plans, regardless of department or position

(This is a great opportunity! Even as a temporary worker, I might be able to be involved in creating advertisements from the planning stage...!)

My heart pounded violently. The feeling of "I want to try it" overflows

Female employee 1: If I'm selected does that mean I will be able to meet the Exes?

Female employee 2: I'll do it!

Mori: It's amazing that It's on a global scale and It's with Exes, I can't miss it!

While the office is buzzing with excitement, a fire is burning inside my heart. I was thinking of a plan, and I started to feel anxious.

I'll show them what I can do!

(Let's do it. I'll think of a plan and I'll definitely grab this chance!)

#morganatic idol #ikemen series #cybird #translation #morganatic idol prologue

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somethinginthewayiam · 1 year

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Maybe baby

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2627

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), talking of pregnancy

Summary: One morning you don’t feel so good and all your symptoms point to you being pregnant. You need to take a test immediately. You’re too afraid to tell Chibs you even could be pregnant. What would he say?

link to my masterlist and previous parts

After your yoga class this morning, you decided to walk by the ice cream shop. Chucky was in the middle of cleaning the big windows when you arrived.

“Looks good, Chucky”, you said when you came closer. “Thank you”, he said when he looked over his shoulder and spotted you coming towards him, gifting you a big smile.

“The shop looks almost brand new, you’re really putting in the work”, you said and stood next to him. He placed the telescopic rod he used for cleaning the shop windows next to his feet, holding on to it and put his other hand on his hip. He looked proud at the shop in front of him.

“We’re gonna put a big sign above the entrance, maybe with lights in it”, he told you and gestured towards the empty space above the door. When you looked up, you had to squint your eyes because of the sun. All of a sudden, little sparkles danced in front of your eyes and you stumbled a few steps back. Chucky caught you with his hand on your back.

“Huh”, you said in surprise and shook your head to get rid of the sparkles. “Are you okay?”, Chucky asked concerned. “Maybe I should sit down for a moment”, you said and Chucky led you inside. He brought you over to a bar stool and when he was sure that you were securely seated, he walked behind the counter.

“Should I get Chibs? He’s upstairs with the others”, he offered. “Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t eaten yet and I just had a yoga class. Just give me a glass of water and I’ll be as good as new”, you waved off his concern.

Chucky filled a glass with water and handed it to you. You took big sips, drinking half of it in one go. Your head felt better but now you felt a little nauseated.

When you leaned forward and your breasts hit the edge of the counter, they hurt a bit. Lost in thoughts, you grabbed both of your boobs at the same time and squeezed them slightly. They were sensitive to your touch.

You were dizzy, your boobs hurt and you felt a little sick…

All of a sudden, your eyes got big. You couldn’t be. Could you? Maybe. Chibs and you were fucking without a condom for a few weeks now and that make-up sex was something else. So, maybe…

Heavy footsteps on the stairs indicated that the Sons were done with their session in the chapel. You couldn’t face Chibs right now. You felt like the word PREGNANT was written all over your face.

You jumped off from your seat, feeling dizzy again and held onto the counter top. Chibs was next to you in a second, reaching out his hand to stabilize you.

“You okay, darlin’?”, he asked a bit concerned. “I’m fine, I need to go”, you told him, avoiding the eye-contact and talking a bit too quickly. Before you could walk out, Jax held you back with a question.

“Hey, Y/N, could you help Bobby with some interviews for new CaraCara girls?”, Jax asked you. “I told you I can handle it”, Bobby said and sounded a bit annoyed. “We know how ya handle it”, Chibs said and made wanking motions towards him.

“I have never done that, I don’t know what you’re looking for”, you countered Jax’s question. “All you need to do is make sure that Bobby behaves”, Jax eased your mind. “Okay, sure”, you shrugged your shoulders. “I’ll meet you at the docks. I got something to do”, you said to Bobby and finally left the shop. Chibs looked after you a little irritated.

You basically fled the shop and got to your car around the corner. You drove to the next drug store and bought a pregnancy test. You couldn’t handle another minute of not knowing. You asked at the drug store if they had a toilet you could use because you didn’t want to drive all the way across town to your apartment. When they denied you, you drove to the warehouse in Stockton where CaraCara had its studio. You would have to take it there. Maybe you would be able to do it before Bobby showed up.

At the warehouse, it was slowly getting busier with CaraCara. The crew and the list of performers had gotten longer and the shooting schedule got busier by the day. It was a good sign that they were interviewing new performers.

At the warehouse, you walked over to the room in the back that was used as the production office. You found it empty, Bobby wasn’t here yet. You put your purse on the couch and grabbed the plastic bag with the test in it.

You left the office in a hurry to get over to the toilets to take the test. Right outside the door, you ran into Bobby, dropping the bag.

“Hey, doll, where’re you rushing off to?”, he asked surprised and bent down to grab the stuff you dropped. “No, I got it, Bobby”, you said but he was quicker. He picked up the little box and got up again. “A pregnancy test?”, he asked and looked at you with raised eyebrows. You quickly picked up the plastic bag. You wanted to grab the box from his hands, but he pulled his hand to the side.

“Please don’t tell him”, you begged him. “Are you?”, he asked with big eyes. “I don’t know yet”, you replied. “Then you better find out”, he said and handed you the box.

You rushed over to the toilet and locked the door behind you. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes big. You looked like a deer in the headlights.

You peed on the test and put it on the sink as you waited five minutes as it said on the box. You put a timer on your phone. It was the longest five minutes of your whole life.

You weren’t ready, you knew you weren’t ready. You and Chibs had just reconciled after the explosion and his distance bullshit. The both of you were not in the right place for that kind of responsibility.

Then your thoughts wandered to Kerrianne, his daughter. He already was a father, maybe he was ready. But she lived across the Atlantic in Belfast, he wasn’t doing that much fathering. You weren’t even completely sure if he had any contact with her. He never talked about her.

Your thoughts bounced from left to right, from please let it be negative to we can make it work.

When the timer on your phone went off, you were so deep in thought, that it jump-scared you. You rushed over to your phone and turned the alarm off. You took a deep breath.

You reached for the test and turned it around. Negative.

You let the air out you didn’t even know you were holding in. A wave of relieve and disappointment washed over your body at the same time and it overwhelmed you. You sat back down on the closed toilet seat. Tears rushed to your eyes and spilled onto your cheeks. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds.

You were so confused because you didn’t know what exactly you were crying about. A big part of you was relieved that your life didn’t just change 180 degrees. Another, not that smaller, part was kind of sad. Somewhere in the back of your head, a little bubble had created images of you, Chibs and a little baby playing house, didn’t matter how unrealistic that actually was. And that bubble did just burst.

You wiped your face with some toilet paper and took a few deep breaths to collect yourself again. You put the test back into its packaging and just threw it in the trash can.

Then you walked back to the office. Bobby was sitting behind the desk when you entered, looking through some papers. He looked up at you and immediately noticed your puffy, red eyes. “So, how are we looking, doll?”, he asked. Instead of an answer, you just shook your head.

“And are you happy or sad about it?”, he investigated further. You took another deep breath, trying to swallow the tears that were welling up in your eyes again. “I honestly can’t tell you”, you told him truthfully and shrugged your shoulders.

Just when he opened his mouth to say something, the door opened and one of your girls peaked her head in. “The first candidate is here”, she told the both of you. “Thanks, darling. We’ll be right out”, Bobby told her and she left again.

You wiped under your eyes again and shook your head to clear your mind. Bobby got up from his seat and came around the desk. “You okay?”, he asked and put a hand on your back. “Let’s get us some new girls”, you nodded and said. He patted your back and led you out of the office.

Later that day, you helped out behind the bar at Diosa again as you were short staffed. You got yourself dolled up to fit in the picture. You had pushed the test from this afternoon all the way to the back of your head, trying not to think about it too much. It would have been too early. And, with all that was going on in Charming, really bad timing. You should be lucky that it was negative. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

A little later, the Sons came by, checking on the establishment. They came over to the bar. “Hi, guys”, you greeted them and started to open some beers. “Hey doll”, Bobby said and grabbed one of the beers. “How are you?”, he asked. You looked up and caught his stare on you. “All good, boss”, you told him and even managed to give him an honest smile. Bobby looked at you just a few seconds longer and gave you a little nod before he left the bar area.

When everybody had their drink and spread out around the club, the only one left was Chibs. He hadn’t said anything yet, but his eyes followed your every move. You thought it would hurt you more to see him again, but instead you were glad. You somehow missed him even though you had just seen him this morning.

You walked around the bar and over to him. You put your arms around his waist and craned you neck a little bit to give him a kiss. He put his arm around your shoulder and pressed you against him.

“You look good”, he said when you pulled back. “Thanks. Seems to be my new work uniform”, you told him and looked down at your dress and high heels.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked and his eyes ran over your face, scanning for every little muscle movement. You looked up at him, thinking for a second. “Everything’s fine”, you said honestly. “You felt a little weird this morning”, he said. “I am weird”, you countered with a smile. “That’s true”, he nodded and you poked his side. “Hey, that’s where you’re supposed to go, ‘No, babe, you’re perfect. I’m so lucky you let me have sex with you’”, you corrected him. “You know I don’t like lying”, he countered. “Since when?”, you asked honestly surprised.

Instead of an answer, he bent down to kiss you again. You let him for two seconds then you pushed his face away with a giggle. “I’ll get you a drink”, you said and walked around the bar, grabbed the bottle of Jameson and poured him a good amount. With the drink in hand, you walked over to him again and placed it on the counter top.

Chibs leaned against the bar with his back, watching you with a smile. When the doors opened, some girls came to work through the front door, already dressed for the night. He looked over and pushed his riding glasses down his nose to check them out.

“Who are they?”, he said with obvious interest in his voice. You pushed his glasses back up his nose. “None of your concern”, you said dryly and walked back behind the bar.

Chibs grabbed the list of available girls and services that was lying on top of the bar.

“You don’t seem to be on the menu, little lady”, he said after inspecting the list and looked up at you over the edge of his glasses just like he was looking at the girls before. Looks like roleplay-Chibs was back.

“I’m special, you have to ask for me by name”, you told him with a wink while you polished a few glasses. “And what is your name?”, he leaned in a little further.

You put the glass down and leaned on the bar with your forearms, coming very close to his face. “I would tell you because you’re kinda cute, but I’m sleeping with one of the owners and he doesn’t like to share”, you told him in a whispered tone.

“Mhm, that’s a real shame. Is he at least any good?”, he asked and a smirk played around his lips. You took your sweet time with your answer, keeping him in suspense.

“He’s a good kisser. He really knows what he’s doing down there. He’s…the best I ever had”, you told him.

“Is he now?”, he asked with a grin and stood up, a very proud look on his face. “Alright, calm down”, you shook your head with an eyeroll. He came behind the bar, put his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder. “Let me show you that I’m even better than that guy”, he offered and kissed your neck. Your body stiffened at his suggestion. Normally, you would immediately agree and pull him into the office in the back.

“I have to work, Chibs”, you told him and moved your head to the side and out of his reach. “Come on, I’ll be quick”, he told you. “That has not the effect you think it has”, you mentioned with a chuckle and stepped away from his as you saw a customer coming towards the bar.

You served him a beer while Chibs was waiting behind you. Normally, you would have a little chat or small talk with the men at the bar but a moody biker wasn’t really an inviting sight. “He didn’t even give me a tip. You’re bad for business”, you told Chibs when you turned towards him with a raised eyebrow.

“So, is that a final no?”, he asked one last time. “Not tonight, okay?”, you said and cupped his face, kissing him apologizingly. “Go mingle with the rest”, you said and nodded towards the couches full of girls and Sons. He cocked his head, his eyebrows raised and an intrigued smile on his face. “But keep your pants on”, you told him, pointing a finger at his face before you pushed him out of the bar area.

He stayed until Diosa closed for the night and drove you home. Since it was late, he went right to bed as you were taking off your make-up and changed into your pajamas, consisting of a loose-fitting top and a pair of shorts.

When you went to the toilet for a last pee before bedtime, you noticed that you had gotten your period. This was the most obvious negative you could have gotten. You felt tears burning in the corners of your eyes, but you swallowed them.

Turned out, all your symptoms from this morning were just part of some weird PMS.

next part Oh so horrible

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The Struggles of Single-Parenting

Really quickly just to get things straight because people are wondering, requests ARE closed and may not be open again for a while. However, I'm leaving my inbox open, so feel free to share thirsts, talk with me, or just send me whatever's on your mind right now, whether it be q&a's or just silly ideas. And I'll still continue writing on my own. <3

So, as I said a while ago I've been really busy and my brother was shot, leaving me to fly down to Arizona to pick up my niece and fly back to California. And then when my boyfriend came to Arizona to fly us back (because his mom has flight benefits and helped us save money) he surprised me with a new puppy.

Fortunately, I had a little bit of time to write today while my niece was taking a nap, so here you guys go because I've been kind of dead trying to take care of a two-year-old, and a brand-new puppy while my roommate and boyfriend go to work every day. I think I'll be turning the children's fanfictions into a new series, too (for every character in both MTP and BSD) so be ready for some more chaotic fluff.

And for anyone who follows me on Wattpad and/or AO3, I may be linking the Bella series to Dazai Issues after the book is finished (if I ever finish it).

Unfortunately, this series may or may not come out in order, but I'll sort them out on my master lists the best I can.

Plus the name reveal of my new puppy!

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader Genre: fluff Summary: You have to try to take care of Bella while Dazai is at work. To make matters worse? You also have to take care of a new puppy, all while being pregnant with your second child. Warnings: None

Eighteen weeks pregnant with your second child, you found yourself in the midst of delightful chaos. Your husband had left for work at the Armed Detective Agency, leaving you to handle your energetic two-year-old daughter, Bella, and a brand-new puppy named Ryuna.

As the morning sun painted your cozy home with warmth, you sighed, watching Bella chase Ryuna around the living room. The energetic giggles of your daughter filled the air, blending with Ryuna's excited yips. Balancing your growing baby bump, you decided it was time for strategic intervention.

"Bella, sweetie," you called with a gentle smile. "How about we read one of your favorite stories?"

Bella's eyes sparkled, and she immediately abandoned her pursuit of Ryuna to hop onto the couch next to you. She handed you a colorful book from the shelf, and you began to read aloud, your voice soothing and comforting. Ryuna settled down, curling up at your feet.

You weren't quite sure why—or how—you convinced Dazai to adopt a dog—considering how much Dazai hates dogs—while you already have enough on your hands with Bella, alone, but seeing how happy the dog made your daughter was enough for you.

Just as you reached the climax of the story, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Dazai: "How are my two favorite girls doing?"

You chuckled, typing a reply while Bella listened with rapt attention to the story. "We're having a lively morning! Bella and Ryuna are quite the duo."

Dazai's response came quickly, filled with his usual charm: "Make sure Ryuna doesn't outshine me!"

After finishing the story, you set Bella up with crayons and paper, encouraging her to draw while you tended to Ryuna's needs. Puppies, like babies, needed constant attention and care. You made sure Ryuna had water and a fresh place to sleep, which turned out to be your second attempt after she'd decided Bella's art supplies were a cozy spot.

During this momentary lull, you took a deep breath and decided to seize the opportunity. You retrieved your phone and started researching ways to prepare Bella for the arrival of her new sibling. As you read through the advice, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation about the changes ahead.

Bella's joyful laughter interrupted your thoughts, and you looked up to see her proudly showing you a scribbled masterpiece of stick figures and colorful swirls. With a proud smile, you applauded her effort.

"Mama, look! Art!" she exclaimed, beaming up at you.

"That's amazing, Bella! You're such a talented artist," you praised, feeling a sense of pride welling up within you.

The day passed in a blur of activities – from outdoor playtime in the garden to changing diapers and preparing meals. Your energy seemed to flow from an endless reservoir, fueled by the love you had for your daughter, the anticipation of your new baby, and the deep bond you shared with Dazai.

As the sun began to set, Dazai returned home, wearing his usual rakish grin. Bella's face lit up when she saw her father, and she ran to greet him. Ryuna, too, wagged her tail excitedly, completing the picture of a joyful homecoming.

"Hey there, my lovely ladies," Dazai cooed, scooping Bella into his arms. "Did you have a fun day?"

You joined them, resting a hand on your growing belly. "It was certainly eventful, but we managed just fine."

Dazai leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I knew you could handle it."

As the evening settled in, you all gathered in the living room. Bella snuggled up next to you, Ryuna curled at your feet, and Dazai nestled in beside you. In that moment, surrounded by your growing family, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment and love. The challenges of the day had only strengthened the bonds between you all.

With Bella in your lap, Dazai wrapped his arms around both of you, his love evident in his gaze. "Our little trio is the best team, don't you think?"

You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely. And soon, we'll be a quartet."

Dazai's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he placed a hand on your belly. "I can't wait to meet our newest addition."

As the evening wore on, you cherished these moments – the simple joys of togetherness, love, and the promise of a growing family. With each passing day, you were reminded that no challenge was insurmountable as long as you faced it with the unwavering support of your loved ones by your side.

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