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Oh no I hate Fan too. Fan was not a good character in season 2 and he didn't actually face any consequences for his actions. Paintbrush was like the closest we got to Fan being criticised and people considered PB to be the one overreacting. Paintbrush is done so dirty because the fandom put their own belief about the bright lights being family even though Paintbrush never actually got along with them. They talked to tt like once, bickered with lb until the last ep they were in and then there's. Fan..
Also I think I hate fantube a little more after the theyrebasicallycanon polls put enstars against ii. Glad rinniki won they deserve the win against fantube imo.
Sorry I was tired of being critical of ii so I don't like it anymore 😔
But hiiii we haven't talked much in a while ik :(( I'm on holiday rn but feel free to talk to me if you want!
ALLLL OF THIS
Paintbrush was in every way in the right to yell at fan, he constantly bothered and nagged at them and the stuff about marshmallow was definitely the final straw
i only ever liked the whole bright lights family thing because honestly it could’ve worked imo!!! but they just never took that chance they never really developed the brights lights AT ALL most season (beside from marshmallow) the bright light felt more like the comical team (not really but can’t think of a better way to describe them) compared to the grand slams who definitely got way more focus and development
it’s shitty because i think the brights lights could’ve had potential but they were just casted aside until the last few episodes where “oh hey look development!! :] oh wait nvm they’re eliminated now <3” like ????
paintbrush definitely got the short end of the stick here. literally having what was supposed to be their episode mainly centred around tt and lb and having their feelings about marsh being completely casted aside. i wish more was done w/ marshmallow and them vs them and lb
looking back a lot of their scenes w lb just felt kinda off??? i don’t think can articulate this probably rn but paintbrush deserved better
but at the same time i wish the team got more time w/ each other in general, they have so many great opportunities to do it like in the maze episodes but again they’re kinda just cast aside as just comedy
and w/ s3 oh boy i hate what they did with paintbrush and their “arc” in the last few episodes. they quite literally and figuratively took away their edges, i miss sassy, sarcastic confident paintbrush they feel so dulled down in iii and it’s like no one in the writing team understands them at all. it’s like they didn’t even write s2 (but hey back to the point i mentions last post that show writers really ought to stop listening to fans sometimes because this is how fanon seeps in </3)
i hate how the a lot of the fans view paintbrush especially if it’s only ever in the context of lightbrush or shipping (another thing that pisses me off btw is how they’re always treated as irrational and or just plain out abusive FUCK PEOPLE WHO PORTRAY PAINTBRUSH LIKE THIS)
they’re such a great character who gets absolutely fucked over by the writing and fandom (not all of the fandom of course, i love seeing ppls takes and discussions on them but it’s just some fans who just </3)
i don’t like discouraging ships, if ppl are mature and respectful and don’t put other ppl down then that’s all great and stuff but my problem is that i really wish paintbrush was just seen as more than their ships yknow
Fan is.. the more i think about canon him the more im like yeaaa… uh no thanks…. (mainly w/ him and paintbrush and cabby)
idk if im even allowed to say they changed tt this season because.. she didn’t honestly have a lot of screentime last season compared to a whole lot of other characters, but in iii she feels off?? honestly all of them do even the new contestants later on during the season
idk if i have the words to describe why s3’s characterisation is so off and at time frustrating, their arcs too, was going to point out some characters but honestly i could make a case for nearly ALL the contestants the ones who weren’t voted out early at least
that’s the end of my ramble tho, sorry ik i talked a lot about paintbrush, i want to talk about the others too but they’re the one i still even think about. hopefully this isn’t a bit hard to read, ik im not that organised w my rambles sometimes
#txt#niicookie#glad fantube lost that poll <33#and YEA IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE’VE TALKED#hope your holiday’s going well!! recently got back from a 2 week trip (spent like a total of 24 hrs in the airport and on planes going home💀#got this week and the next week off school so i’ll be online a bit more >:33#might pop in your inbox now and again to say hello or ask questions about your new fixations >:DD#ii neg#pigeon post 💌
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mark and you arguing pt1
pt2
genre: angst (doesn’t have good ending but i can make a pt2)
summary: you don’t like how touchy one of your boyfriend’s friend is, when you try to tell him, he doesn’t listen
pairing: mark x y/n
“no mark you don’t understand and that’s fine, i never asked you to understand either way” you say putting your things down and closing your front door behind you
earlier that night, you and mark were on a double date with his childhood friend and her situationship? you thought it was her boyfriend but seeing the dynamic up close you understood how wrong you were
the date was going okay at first. since her situationship was so entertaining, it completed shifted your focus away from the fact that you had barely taked to your boyfriend ever since stepping foot inside of the restaurant, not only that but you had also failed to see how her hand was on mark’s forearm and didn’t look like it was going to move in any second.
you’re not normally the jealous type but seeing how there’s been a few instances where she had stepped over the boundaries you put with your bf and when you told him about it he just shrugged claiming that “she’s an old friend, she’s bound to be…comfortable” you were apprehensive of the evening.
and you were right to be! the whole evening was basically her flirting and eye fucking mark, cutting you off when you were speaking, barely paying any attention to her date i mean hell even YOU talked more to him than she did.
the more the evening progressed the more you dread coming home, yea it meant she wouldn’t be here anymore but it also meant you having to be vocal about your feelings and a possible argument with mark because of course his friend could never be in the wrong
“why are you being like this? each time we hang out with her you’re always mean and tense about it, i don’t get why you have a vendetta against her” you boyfriend says taking off his coat following you into the living room
“it’s not like i don’t have a reason to have a vendetta against her mark, she was flirting with you all evening! and i don’t even understand why you’re picking a fight with me, i bit my tongue on purpose and didn’t tell you shit and wasn’t planning to just to avoid this so i’m having trouble understanding why we’re even having an argument right now” you say sitting on the sofa hoping he’ll let it go
but of course he doesn’t
“oh so now i’m so scary and intimidating that you can’t communicate? and we’re having an argument because tonight, just like every night we’ve ever spend with her you were in a pissy mood. do you know how embarrassing it is to have to apologize for your behavior each time” mark says
“no one asked you to apologize, i kinda think it’s crazy how you’ve never even taken the time to maybe wonder why i dislike her so much mark” you answer anger rising
“i know why you’re like this, it’s because you’re jealous” your boyfriend answers
“i’m sorry? yea you’re gonna have to elaborate on this one” you say
“i don’t know maybe it’s because her and i get along or the fact that we were a thing for a short while maybe that makes you insecure or something” you boyfriend says ever so casually
“what the fuck?? she doesn’t make me insecure i’m just tired of having to explain to you why it bothers me to see one of your friends eye fucking you while you let it happen. i can’t even have a man be in the same vicinity as me before you start to lose your shit mark. Like i really don’t care that you and her were a thing because you’re with me now so unless it’s an issue i need to worry about I don’t see why I’d be jealous? But if you’re gonna be mad at me for being in a ‘pissy’ mood i never want to hear you complain about any men apparently flirting with me ” you say getting up, if you see his face you might start to hit it at this point
“I still don’t understand why you’re being so bitchy, if her and i were still dating, she would’ve never done this to me” mark says instantly regretting his words
“So it is something i need to worry about then.. you know what? go date her or something i don’t care mark, maybe she’ll appreciate you acting like a dick” you say sighing. this argument honestly tired you, repeating the same things over and over again tired you but what could be done?
you were starting to head upstairs to brush your teeth and head to bed when mark gripped your arm preventing you from leaving
“let go mark” you ask tiredly
“i’m sorry” he says apologizing
“okay, now let go” you ask and he shakes his head no
“please i’m tired i want to sleep let me go” you say as you forcefully remove your arm from his grip, if he wasn’t going to let you go, you’ll leave
“we don’t go to sleep mad at each other” mark says still blocking your way
“maybe sometimes we do, plus i’m not even mad at you now please move i want to brush my teeth and you’re blocking the path” you say
“i’m sorry” mark says
“i heard you the first time” you answer giving up on brushing your teeth settling to find a place to sit in your shared house
“talk to me, please” your boyfriend pleads
“i have been talking to you mark! ever since the first hang out i told you how she would make backhanded comments about me, then told you how it made me uncomfortable how touchy she was with you, then told you i didn’t want to hang out with her anymore so you could go see her alone and i also told you how her eye fucking you and making me feel like i’m bothering you guys annoyed me. mark you just never listen, and since you don’t listen i sit back, bite my tongue and try my best to act nice but it’s not because she’s your friend that i’m going to let myself get walked over” you say as mark finally lets you in your bedroom where you just lay down to sleep
“you’re right i’m sorry” mark says hugging your figure thankful that you still communicated despite his actions
“no you’re not, you say this every time the proceed to do it all over again, anyway good night mark” you say turning so your back faces him just wanting to be done with the conversation because you were starting to feel bad for acting this way when you have every right to be upset. Mark on the other hand is biting his lip realizing that he seriously messed up and needs to make it right somehow.
because he’d 100% rather never talk to that one friend than have you feel the way you’re feeling right now, at the end of the day, nobody compared to you and he now realized how little he’s been showing it to you
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“Wanna get married?”
Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader
(They’re about 19)
“WHAT??”
“What…? Why’re you so freaked out?” You and Damian were currently sitting across each other in the living room.
“What do you mean, why am I so freaked out?…explain yourself” his sudden mood changes never ceases to amaze you- something you seriously shouldn’t be thinking while being suspected of by an ex assassin .
“Well… Since we’re tired and bored, I asked if you’d wanna get married-“
“Yea, I understood the first time but why and…in what sense?” He interrupted you, rude
“Ok ok look, just hear me out” he glared at you but then sighed and just nodded.
“Alright” you sat up “so imagine this,me, you, fancy high end restaurant- AND before you say anything!” You shove a finger against Damian’s lips.
“Imagine the food, we can, idk… go in together and I could fake purpose to you for fun” you sat back and studied Damian’s facial expressions .
He let out the deepest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life that you’ve heard from him. Which is to say a lot since sighs from Damian aren’t exactly uncommon.
He leaned back and started thinking “where would you even get a ring-“
“I’ve thought of that” is how you responded and quickly pulled out the best looking ring you have.
“Okayyyy, I don’t know why you have that but, ugh, fine.” He said finally admitting defeat. He got to his feet and held out a hand for you to grab.
Show time.
The two of you decided to head out the the fanciest, high class restaurant damian knows and once the two of you got dressed you had Alfred drive you there.
You’d be lying if you said you and Damian didn’t look absolutely stunning, I mean anyone would be jealous if they saw the two of you, not knowing whether they’d want to be with you or you.
Once you finally stepped out you stayed behind and watched as Damian managed to get a seat despite not having a reservation, maybe all he said was that he was Bruce Wayne’s son.
Well anyway, a waiter led you there and had you two seated in a very public place, nice.
Although it was good for your plan it wasn’t exactly ideal, especially since Damian really hates being the center of attention.
Anyway the both of you ended up eating away without a care of the cost (mostly you) and when you saw it fit you got up, cleared your throat and began your plan.
“Damian Wayne, you and I had been friends for a long time now and we’ve been dating for a good while aswell. I’m aware we are young but our young age doesn’t make my love for you invalid. So I ask this with upmost sincerity-“ you go to kneel and continue your cringe ass over the top speech.
“I wish for you and I to be lovers and even more in the near future so-“ you pull into your pocket and get the ring and open the box “will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”
Collective gasps could be heard around the restaurant and even some people pulled out their phones to record- I mean imagine Damian Wayne and y/n l/n getting married of all people???
An event of the century
Well Damian’s shocked face was worth it and although unexpected, his blush certainly wasn’t unwelcomed.
Nice! He was s totally selling it
Anyway he got up abruptly and nodded his head, that wasn’t enough for you though. “What?-“
“YES ILL MARRY YOU” he hastily let you slip the ring on his finger and he called over the waiter to bring your check.
Someone had to have called paparazzi because when you stepped out of the establishment there was flashing lights all around you while you two hurriedly got into the vehicle driven by Alfred.
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The very next day you were forced to go to the Wayne manor because of how much Damian kept pestering you.
Once you managed to sneak past the news reporters you entered the living room and the whole family was there, everyone had mixed reactions but most of them Thought it was hilarious.
But in all seriousness Bruce said that you’ll have to give an official statement saying it was all a stunt while a video of the news played on the tv talking about you and Damian’s new engagement.
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The next few days were full of people spreading “Damian x y/n” all over previous haters and people were also mentioning how absurd it was due to your young age.
“Damian’s and y/ns engagement “ was trending all over twitter and any social media platform and although it was fun while it lasted an official statement had to be published eventually. 😔
It was fun calling Damian your “fiancé” when in interviews, but everything must come to an end 😔
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Hello, I wanted to ask you (if you are not busy at university) a story where Yuuta is jealous because you have been talking to Itadori and Megumi and he asks you to go to his room and he fucks you hard.
(It's not my native language because I don't know if it's right)
Jealousy
typed this in the library when i should of been studying.
Another exhausting day at school has you dragging your feet across campus. You couldn’t walk anymore from his far your classes were from each other. Yuuta on the other hand looked like it was no problem for him. He happily walked next to you as he held your hand, pulling you along with him. You had no idea how he wasn’t burnt out yet, he can’t be human. Especially during finals.
You could hear your name be called out from a distance as you thought about how much you hated school. Turning your attention around you could see Yuji waving at you to grab your attention. Next to him was his best friend Megumi. Putting a halt to your movement you feel as Yuta continues to pull you along.
"Hey, the guys are here! Let’s see what they want." You say as you pull him back.
You could hear as he heavily breaths through his nose. He looked bothered that someone had stopped your little stroll. He’d do this often where he would try to avoid interactions with people when he was with you.
As the boys approached you also walked closer to them.
You could feel how Yuuta stared at you from behind. Waiting for a conversation that hasn’t even started to be over.
"Hey y/n! Yuuta!" Yuji says as he waved once again. The boys and Yuuta were roommates and saw each other everyday. You on the other hand didn’t see them too often. " We’re going to go out and eat. You should come y/n! It’s been so long since we’ve eaten out and I don’t think I can handle an empty stomach any longer." Itadori says as he holds his stomach.
Megumi shakes his head knowing it was going to be a long day.
He was right about it being a while. The classes you guys have recently been taking were hard and time consuming. You’ve been going to school, work, doing homework, and studying every day. Maybe it was time for a little well deserved break. Plus hanging out with Yuji was always fun.
Turning back to look at Yuuta for approval, who had his hands in his pockets and a stoic face. He didn’t like the idea from the looks of it. "Common Yu! It will be fun, like old times!" You say as you drag him into the circle.
He closes his eyes for a moment with his arms now crossed. "Fine." He finally spoke out.
"Yay! So it’s set! Shall we go now!?" You say jumping up and down.
Everyone eventually agreed to the restaurant and headed that way. As you guys walked to the place you felt Yuuta pull you closer to him. His face leaning down to your ear.
"Better be as joyful as you are now later tonight." Yuuta says as he caressed your shoulder.
Shivers went down your spine knowing what was coming later on.
At the restaurant you guys caught up with each other. Talking about school, work, love and life in general. It was a really wonderful conversation you guys were having. Yuuta on the other than was ready to go the second you guys got there. The two of you sat next to each other at a 4 person table. He would squeeze your thigh signaling you that it was fine. You simply ignored him though.
"Oh y/n I noticed you’ve changed your style." Yuji says as he takes a sip out of his drink.
You couldn’t help but blush because he had noticed something like that. It had taken Yuuta a few days to catch into your style change. As the both of you spoke about clothes you could see Yuuta’s eye twitch from the corner of your eye. His leg bouncing up and down as he grew more impatient.
"Yuuta senpai we’re actually thinking of going to the gym later to work out our upper body. Do you think you could give us some advice?" Megumi asks.
Yuuta dragged his eyes in between both of the guys. Thinking about what his answer should be. "Yea I’m down for that." Yuuta crosses his arms. "Now that I think about it I also told Y/n I was going to help her with something. If we go do it now then I can definitely go over your work out routines." Yu uta cocks his head.
"Oh absolutely! We’ll meet you at the gym we might stop at the dorm to pick something up though!" Yuji exclaims.
That’s how Yuuta managed to get you guys out of that lunch outting. He was really quiet on your walk back to his dorm. His heavy arm weighing your shoulder down as he rested it on you. The second you guys got into his room he scanned the area. Making sure it was just the two of you. When he realized it was safe he pulled you into his embrace. Hands running down your back all the way to the waistband of your bottoms. While his hands were occupied he also put his tongue to work. Shoving it inside your mouth unexpectedly. He explored your mouth roughly as he got more hands with you. Putting his hand under your shirt and cupping one of your brest. Fondling the soft flesh aggressively.
You groan as he pulls your bottoms down. Pushing you over his desk that had many pencil is and papers scattered on it. Infront if you was a mirror that reflected his unhappy mood. He spread your legs with your knee and pushed you down so you could arch your back infront of him.
"You were enjoying your time hm? Having the attention of so many boys on you. You are loving it, I could see it on your face." Yuuta ran his fingers through your hair.
"Yuuta they’re our friends, you know I would never see it like tha-hmp!" The sudden noice escapes your lips as you feel him shove himself inside of you without preparation.
You squeeze the edges if the desk as he slammed into you. Making you go forward and making you stand on your tipi toes. Grabbing a fistful of hair he brought you closer to his mouth.
"You rather have someone else’s attention right?" He moved the mirror so it could reflect the door. "Well let’s see how much of their attention you want if they walk through that door." He says as he lets go and starts pounding you.
"Yuuta! Ngh- your over reacting!" You say trying your best to making him slow down. "You wouldn't possibly be serious about letting them see me like this!" you say biting your lip to create less noise.
you need to be on high alert, listening to everything going on outside so you could know wen they where coming. Yuuta on the other hand didn't care. You could hear him groan and breath heavily every time he pulled back and slammed into you.
As you looked in the mirror you could see his tired eyes looking at you, refusing to look away for a second. Pulling your shirt up with a quick hard tug your breast are exposed to the air. With no second thoughts he squeezed your nipples causing you to let out a cry.
"its cute watching your sad attempts on keeping quiet." he smiles as he kisses the nape of your neck.
Moving his hands onto your hips he lift you up a bit with no issue. Then he slams into you once causing you to gasp. He was hitting such a deep part of you that you never knew he could reach. your hands fly to your mouth as he uses you as his personal cock sleeve.
your feet where no longer on the floor but you held onto the desk for support. You could hear him mumbling under his breath but you couldn’t decipher what he was saying from how foggy your mind was.
"Please, please, i'm so sorry. Just stop before you they come in here." You turn to look at him with teary eyes.
Yuta rasies his brows and stands there in thought for a second. Trying to determine if he was going to listen to you.
"Fine," Yuuta smiles
you sigh in relief.
"After I finish of course." Yuuta holds a strong grip on your hips so you could stop moving around.
"yuut- mph!" you try to stop him but was cut of by the sudden penetration. Sliding inside and out in a painfully slow pace. Obviously he was taking his time to finish so your friends wouldn’t run into you in this situation.
You couldn't help but end a glare onto his way.
"alright, alright, don't get an attitude with me now. I'll give you what you want.
He buries his face by the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around you. shoving himself as deep as he could until you let out small whimpers. After adjusting himself well he began to rail you. whispering small little praises into your ear as you took him incredibly well.
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Shared Kisses
for @steddie-week I’m behind on it but I couldn’t resist day 3, and it’s a little late because I fell asleep while writing it, that's how sleep deprived I am haha. prompt: first kiss
“Okay, okay! It's my turn now. Sir Steven, Lady Birdie, tell me, who was your first kiss?” Eddie giggles from his spot on the carpet. He smells like stale menthols and pine; Steve can’t get enough of it. He has to resist from leaning his head into Eddie and taking a breath of him.
Steve is starting to believe he needs his head checked. Again. Wanting to smell one of his friend's necks isn't normal.
Steve is also starting to realize that maybe that is because he wants to be more than friends. God, he is such a loser sometimes.
“Oh, this is unfair! You know the rules state that we can’t ask it back now. Boooo.” Robin chants from her place on the couch, where she hangs upside down. Steve is for once glad they aren’t playing a drinking game; he is sure Robin would have vomited by now otherwise.
“I still think this a weird game to be playing.” Steve dodges the question and nudges Eddie with his knee.
“C’mon Harrington, questions is an absolute solid getting-to-know-you game.” Eddie nudged his knee back.
“Dude we’ve been friends for six months.”
“Yes but there are so many layers I have yet to peel.”
Robin grunts from her upside-down position, Steve can tell all the blood has finally rushed to her head, and she tumbles onto the ground next to them. “Gotta agree with Metal Man here, Steve-o. I’ve known you even longer, and I still don’t know everything. And we are practically connected.
Steve blows air from his lips, “So this is just a ploy to expose all my secrets.”
Steve can tell that Robin, who might as well share a soul with him at this point, can sense how uncomfortable he is beginning to feel. Her teasing softens for a moment. “What if I went first, yeah?”
Steve pauses, “Yeah okay.”
“You got to promise not to make fun of me.”
“Of course, Robs.”
“I make no such promises.” Eddie interrupts but ultimately cuts the tension in the room. Steve kind of feels like it is on purpose, by the way his eyes skim Steve carefully, and the way Robin lets out a loud snort.
“Wasn’t talking to you doofus. I don’t actually respect your opinion of me.”
“Hey!” Eddie protests, but they all know he isn’t really offended.
Robin chuckles lightly, but continues. “It was in middle school, at one of my first girl-boy parties; gross, right? I hate that we called it those. Anyway. They decide to play spin the bottle, and I feel pressure because my only friend at the time is Barb, and she didn’t come and Colleen Walsh is doing it, and she—well, she’s the prettiest, most popular girl in school at the time and I’d be an idiot not to follow along. So we’re playing Spin the Bottle, right? And rounds go by, and it doesn’t land on me, and I’m grateful but Colleen notices. She goads me on to do it, take a spin since it isn’t fair I haven’t kissed anyone. So, wanting to get over being the center of attention, I reach over and spin it, and it lands on—“
“Wait.” Steve stops Robin, realizing she is about to out herself to Eddie on Steve’s behalf. He doesn’t want her to do that but on anything but her own terms. “Are you sure about this, Robs?”
Robin throws her head back and laughs, “Yea, I’m sure dingus. No need to worry. Anyway, you’ll never believe who it lands on.”
Eddie wiggles his eyebrows, “C’mon buck don’t leave us hanging.”
“Tommy Hagan.”
Eddie and Steve both start choking on air while Steve screams, “What!?!”
Eddie collapses on the ground with a dramatic groan, covering his face with his hands and mumbling, “why cruel world?” Robin giggles at his antics.
“You’re telling me it wasn’t….?” Steve trails off, hoping Robin gets the hint.
“That it wasn’t a girl? No dingus, just because I’m a lesbian doesn’t mean all my experiences are with women. Besides, I was 12; I didn’t realize staring at Colleen’s boobs wasn’t jealousy.”
“Oh, thank god, you know; I thought I was going to have to break the news to you that your gayer than the men’s locker room after a winning game,” Eddie mumbles behind his hands still on the ground.
“Only you would make a sports reference in relation to gayness, Eds. Also, wait, you knew she was lesbian? How did you know? Why are you freaking out then?” Steve rapid fires questions.
Still covered with his hands, “Like seeks like, Harrington. It’s like a sixth sense.”
Steve’s mouth goes dry, “You’re gay?” He says hopefully.
Eddie finally removes his hands from his face but doesn’t sit up. “Yea, Stevie, thought you knew, honestly. Not like it’s a secret, all of Hawkins talks about it.”
“I try not to listen to the rumor mill.”
A soft smile graces Eddie’s face, “One of the many things I love about you sweetheart.”
Steve tries not to blush, but ultimately fails. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re freaking out about Tommy. Sure, he sucks, but like I reacted that way cause I was friends with him at some point. What’s you’re excuse?”
Finally Eddie sits up with a groan. “Okay, promise not to laugh or freak out?”
Robin and Steve both nod and mumble a little “yea of course”.
Eddie rubs a hand down his face, “Okay, I freaked out because even though it’s not my turn to answer and I don’t have to, well—it’s because. Okay, I’m stalling; it’s because Tommy Hagan was also my first kiss. When I was 15, under the bleachers.”
Robin and Steve are both silent, Eddie looks at them expectantly. “Are you guys going to say anything?”
Robin speaks up first, “I think this is the closest we can get to not freaking out.”
“I think I would prefer that over the freaky twin silence.”
Steve still stays quiet while Robin proceeds to react, “Oh my god Munson! This is the funniest and freakiest thing ever. And not in a freak way you like! This is magnificent, oh my god….” Robin continues to cackle and make fun of Eddie, but Steve tunes it out. He can feel all the blood rush to his ears, blocking out all the sound from the room. Tommy. Tommy. He has kissed both of his best friends, one of which he wants to kiss himself. That just seems unfair to Steve. It hurts Steve, and he doesn’t know why. Actually, he knows precisely why.
“My first kiss was when I was 13,” Steve says abruptly, not making eye contact. The both of them stop their bickering and turn to Steve. They stay silent, as if they know Steve needs it to get through it. He is thankful for them both.
“I was 13, and my parents weren’t home. It had become the usual at this point, but I was sad because it was my birthday, and this was the first birthday they didn’t even send a card. And Tommy decided to come over to cheer me up; this was back, I guess, when he still cared too. And we didn’t do much; I didn’t like to make a big fuss about my birthday even then, but it was a nice night out just before the break of summer. So we decided to stargaze on the roof. And I don’t know how it happened, but one second we’re trying to find the Little Dipper, and the next, Tommy is kissing me. It was nice, honestly. To have someone you care about show you affection. And when he pulled away, I smiled at him, but he just stared. And then—“ Steve swallows thickly before looking up at Eddie and Robin, who both look at him with rapt attention.
“Then his face turns angry, and he punches me. He punches me so hard that I almost fall off the roof. He tells me not to be a queer, and if I told anyone, who would tell everyone what I was. And it seemed unfair, right? Because he kissed me, I only smiled. I haven’t kissed a boy since.”
Suddenly there is an arm around his shoulder, “Stevie….” Eddie tucks Steve’s head into the crook of his neck, and Steve begins to sob.
Robin quietly gets up, “I’m going to make us some tea.” Steve knows she can sense that he needs a moment with Eddie. Steve loves her more than life.
“I’m sorry this is stupid. I don’t even know why I’m crying.”
Eddie rubs soft circles on his back, “It’s not stupid, honey. He hurt you in more ways than one, and traumatized you from exploring yourself. You have every right to be upset. Thank you for telling us. You didn’t—you didn’t have to. You could have lied, or told us your first kiss with a girl.—“
“Colleen Walsh.” Steve interrupts into Eddie’s neck.
Eddie barks out a laugh, “Of course it was. Anyway, Steve, thank you for sharing. I’m glad you feel safe with us.”
Steve’s tears are no longer. “I always feel safe with you, Eds.” And the Steve finally does the thing he’s been wanting to do all night. He takes a big sniff of Eddie. Steve doesn’t care if it’s weird because he settles a sort of calm in him.
Eddie grips his waist tight, and puts a finger under Steve’s chin, pulling his face close to his own. “Yea, I do? Does that mean you also trust me?”
Steve can feel Eddie’s breath on his lips. He knows it’s probably not good how quickly his mood has changed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. The air between them is electric, and intense. Steve can feel it make his whole body come alive. “Of course I do.”
Eddie leans even closer, “Good. Because I think it’s a damn shame a pretty boy like you hasn’t kissed another boy since.” Then Eddie presses their lips together.
Steve isn’t sure if someone were to ask what his first kiss with Eddie was like if he would be able to answer. It’s indescribable; it’s perfect. But if he is to try, it would be this, soft, slow, deep, and oh so very good. Steve can feel the heat from Eddie’s lips pulsing into his own. Eddie’s hands' grip Steve’s face, angling him deeper as he slides his tongue into his mouth. Steve pulls him closer by his t-shirt. Going crazy off the taste of salt and chocolate that now swipes his tongue.
They both pull back a little breathlessly, hands still gripping each other. They lean their foreheads together, and Steve smiles. He smiles so big his face hurts. And Eddie does the most thing in return,
He smiles back.
The moment is broken, though, when Robin enters the room again with a bowl of popcorn and a loud “Oh thank god, I was sick of the pining. From both of you.”
Eddie sputters while Steve just laughs at her. “I thought you were making tea Birdie?”
Robin sits down next to them again, “Too much work and I was snacky.”
Steve throws popcorn at her head but isn’t upset at all. He leans his head on Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie kisses the top of Steve’s head.
Robin smiles fondly at them. Then her face scrunches up in pain, “Wait, all of our first kisses was Tommy Hagan?”
“Yep.”
“Unfortunately so.”
“God I do not want to give that twerp any more credit in life than I have to. Why are we all like this?”
Steve giggles while Eddie shrugs.
Robin can’t keep a straight face anymore and falls into laughter. “Wait, does this mean we are all bounded by this? I completely unrelated, non-upside down experience?”
Eddie speaks up before Steve, “I believe so, Lady Buckley. A trauma outside of other worlds binds us. We have been bound since before the slain of Vecna.”
Robin shrieks, “Awee, guys! We were always meant to meet then.”
Then Robin tackles the both of them to the ground in a bear hug. Steve’s not even mad that she’s in the middle of Eddie and him.
Because this, right here, is all the love he’ll ever need.
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I'm behind on steddie week, but I want to throw my hat in the ring. Have a written a first kiss thing before? Yes I have. But I can’t resist. Thank for the read, love this community so much.
#steddie#steddieweek2023#Steve Harrington#platonic stobin#robin buckley#Eddie Munson#bisexual steve harrington#gay eddie munson#steddieweek#stranger things#first kiss
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You made it, dumbass
Daryl Dixon [ROMANTIC] | Glenn Rhee [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Even when the illness was starting to take the lives of those within the prison. These two were keeping it together, even if death tried taking them. • ANGST/SFW • TW: Illness / Anxiety / Hallucinations
Requested by: Anon
The prison was starting to feel like home
Then Patrick started eating people…
“Locking up people like animals. Where have I seen that before” Y/N scoffs as she was being updated by Glenn on the illness situation in the prison fields.
“…We live in a prison. Are you referring to a prison?”
“I don’t think I like what I was implying and you saying an obvious answer”
“There’s more than one??” Glenn looks at his best friend confused watching her deadpan expression burn a hole into him. “Yeah okay so there is. Anyway, we just need to be careful. We’ve already been exposed by taking care of the outbreak. We don’t need another one happening”
“If I get sick it’d be obvious.”
“You are a baby when you’re sick” Glenn states only for Y/N to punch him in the arm making him laugh while she tried hard not to.
The mood changed slightly when Glenn noticed Y/N looking over at Daryl while he talked to Rick. She always knew how to keep a blank expression to avoid people questioning how she felt in the moment through body language. But there was a sadness and worry in her eyes that Glenn always noticed.
“He’s an ox, Y/N. I don’t believe he’ll get sick”
“It’s…never too early to worry for your partner no matter how new the relationship is right?” She frowns looking to Glenn as he shook his head.
“I wasn’t even anything with Maggie yet and I still worried for her.” and that led to Glenn thinking about his wife. They just had a scare. Now there’s this whole new threat.
Both of them thought
If it had to get to them, they’d rather die than have their partners face it.
“You’ve seen Y/N?” Daryl approaches Glenn knowing that she’s either with him or alone but given she wasn’t in her cell, he was the next choice.
“Uhm. Last I checked she was working on the fence since we are overloading again…hey if you run into Maggie can you tell her to meet me in our cell?” He frowns slightly given to how he was currently feeling inside as Daryl nods before letting him go and heading outside.
If I could fight the sun I fucking would right now Y/N frowns leaning against her spear as she gripped it for dear life.
It was a normal hot summer. But to Y/N, she felt like she was experiencing all the different levels of hell.
As she pulled the bandana down from her face hoping to get some air. Y/N’s senses got the best of her resulting in an immediate headache as she currently was fighting the thought of ‘don’t collapse’ over and over again. It felt like a trigger clicked in Daryl’s mind to go check on his girl and when he did, Y/N was on her knees in the gravel trying not to let the weight take her fully.
“Y/N…SUNSHINE!” Daryl yells as he went to a full on sprint over to his girl quickly tossing the spear away and carefully picking her up. “Hey stay awake alright?”
“It’s too hot to…” Y/N groans when she was lifted off the ground, weakly returning the bandana over her nose and mouth to avoid the spread to Daryl.
Not like the man cared as he was currently speed walking to A-Block. Halfway there the two ran into Maggie helping Glenn to the block with one of his arms draped around her shoulders.
The two healthy individuals shared an anxious expression until that anxiety subsided only for a second.
Glenn flinched hearing Y/N cough for like an hour within a few seconds. Sounded like she coughed up a lung and the lung actually ejected from her.
“Holy fuck—Don’t die!”
Y/N immediately glared at the man as they were now walking in a group to A-Block. “Don’t tell me what to do bitch”
Daryl couldn’t help his annoyed groan that escape. “I swear—y’all only have one braincell and it’s shared between yea”
“Seriously” Maggie agreed before being pulled back when Glenn didn’t pay attention to where they were going and slammed himself into one of the prison pillars. “Jesus Christ—-“
The archer tightened his grip on Y/N listening to her laugh at what happened as his anxiety started to get worse thinking this could be the last time he hears that. But the way her expression instantly changed when looking up at him. Oh she always knew when he worried.
Once the two were in the block safely, Maggie and Daryl were kicked out. Given they were healthy still and Hershel didn’t want to risk losing 2 of his kids along with someone he considers family.
Not that their significant others being sick lead to this plan—-but it heavily influenced Hershel’s urgency.
“Maggie”
The worried Rhee quickly turned to Daryl who shared the same level of concern she was enduring. He was about to leave to get the medicine when part of him needed to ask Maggie for a favor. But the words weren’t coming out.
“What is it Daryl?”
“…if she dies, don’t sugarcoat it for me” Daryl spoke through a whole lot of pain he was pushing down into the earth as he didn’t want it to happen. He was afraid the second he leaves something bad would happen.
But with the way Maggie was looking at him. She had the amount of hope to carry them both.
“It won’t happen. I’ll do whatever I can to prevent it from happening” so will Hershel.
The two who were suffering from the illness laid on either side of the conjoined wall. Y/N did her best to keep herself awake even if her body was fighting against her. She felt as if she closed her eyes, that it would be over. Glenn was a bit healthier than her and without exposing her more to the illness he did his best to help.
Just by talking.
“You remember that house that collapsed before we reached the prison?”
“Mhm…”
“Yeah, that was me.” Glenn laughs slightly, holding his ribs because his lungs were straining. “Maggie and I wanted to be alone for a moment while we were house hopping for those months. But the house we were trying to yknow…was on its last legs. That when we left, I shut the door. And the whole thing came crashing down”
“Remind me when we get a house that you ain’t closing the door” Y/N laughs weakly as she listens to Glenn laugh from the other side while she slouches slightly. “When Daryl and I…first got together we were being very sneaky about it around the prison since we technically gotten together at the farm…we were in one of the watch towers minding our business”
“Oh no” Glenn smiles a bit listening to Y/N struggle to laugh and compose herself.
“I was on shift. He wasn’t. Nothing was happening so we thought…yknow. Then time went by and I forgot my shift was over…and good ol Rick came up and wished out loud that he never see what he saw again” Y/N smiles from the other side pressing herself firmly against the wall as she gripped tightly onto her shirt feeling the tears form.
“At least you didn’t have Daryl yelling at you from the yards while you and your girl were…yeah” Glenn laughs remembering that moment fondly, but when he didn’t hear a reply back. His tired overwhelmed body as quick as it could got up from the bed tiredly making his way to Y/N’s.
His anxiety started screaming.
“HERSHEL!” Glenn yells out even if it ended in a coughing fit afterward as he sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed holding her head up shaking her slightly. “You can’t die. You can’t die. You can’t die” he kept repeating until Hershel arrived quickly approaching and checking her pulse.
Weak, but there.
“No!”
“Yer sick too Glenn, and we don’t—-“
“I-I’m not leavin’ Y/N unless I f-fucking have to” Glenn covered his mouth in his elbow coughing up a lung.
“Son, I can’t—-“
“NO!” He snaps through tears not leaving her side despite everything Hershel was telling him. “She was the first person I saved when all hell broke loose…she became my fucking best friend within days. Days! Before the quarry group we would talk about the past and what we feared most…she feared dying. Dying alone and having no one love her. Well she’s my best friend. My family and I love her! And I know Daryl does too even if his stubborn ass won’t say it out loud. I’m not f-fucking leaving her” he sobbed as he was glued to Y/N’s side not budging even with Hershel’s protesting. But Hershel wasn’t leaving either.
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“You think they’ll find a cure?” Glenn questions Y/N as they were sat on top of the building part of their group was held up in.
“I don’t know. It got out of hand, kind of”
“Mm…”
“But I hope so. Or at least a way to save those who’ve gotten bitten yknow?” Y/N shot Glenn a reassuring smile. “The world has always worked weirdly. Maybe something will happen. Maybe not. Just as long as I’m not facing it alone, I’m good to wait it out”
“Is that what you’re afraid of?”
“Huh?”
“Being alone in this?”
“Who wouldn’t…but I was afraid of that even before the outbreak happened.” Y/N kicked her feet on the edge of the roof looking down at the sea of walkers. “I hate being alone”
“Welp! You got me!” Glenn smiles wrapping his arm around her shoulders getting a laugh out of her. “And maybe even…the guy you like back at the camp?” He teased watching her face turn red. “I’ve seen how he looks at you”
“Glenn Rhee! Shut the fuck up!” Y/N laughs elbowing him gently.
“What! The Dixons scare the fuck out of me but the youngest one always has his eye on yea and…” He leans into his best friend. “Vise versa” and that led to her contemplating pushing him off the building.
At least they were feeling better about it all…
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At least they were feeling better.
Glenn suddenly woke to a tube down his throat and both Greenes towering over him to get it out. And to also rejoice that he made it through this hell. Daryl’s group returned with the medicine and everything was going fine. Then his anxiety got the best of him making him weakly get up.
“No Glenn—-“
“Son, you’ve gotta lay down and rest”
“You’ve been out cold for a a day—-“
“A day?!” Glenn panicked as he quickly brought his body up, and immediately fell to the floor once he did. His body isn’t caught up with him yet.
The panic coursed through him enough to give him the adrenaline boost to get up off the ground, with some help, and to slowly but quick enough to the other cell. Expecting that since he was in another room…that…the unspeakable happened.
But when Glenn reached the cell with both Maggie and Hershel trailing behind him…all his worry washed away.
Daryl slowly looks up from the woman that comfortably laid in his protective embrace after returning from the medicine run. Y/N tiredly looks over to the three standing at the cell doors giving a weak smile.
“You made it dumbass” Her voice was hoarse from all the coughing she had done while the illness almost took her. “You almost died on me…”
“You almost died on me” Glenn frowns feeling the tears roll off his cheeks as he slowly approaches the two watching Daryl tighten his grasp on her resulting in Rhee holding his hands up slightly to show he wasn’t going to move her. He brought himself to sit on the ground by the bed as Maggie followed suit bringing herself close to her husband. “You didn’t wake up…you stopped talking and it freaked me out”
“Mm…I was just resting” Y/N jokes knowing damn well her body was giving up on her. The joke didn’t sit well with Daryl as his grasp on her made that clear. “I woke up when I needed to” and that brought out a bit of confusion to Glenn.
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Her unconscious body laid there for what felt like days as Glenn did his best to stay awake even if his lungs were starting to fight him. Inevitably giving out.
The man toppled over and started coughing like a mad man. But he wasn’t coughing up air, it was phlegm and blood. Making him choke on it.
That felt like a trigger for Y/N as she weakly opened her eyes turning toward the display. She did her best to be quick and drag herself out of the bed resulting in a painful thud to the ground…bringing herself close enough to Glenn to roll him on his side so he doesn’t aspirate.
“Hershel!”
Oh thank god. Is what the doc thought initially until he came to the cell to see what was happening.
When he left then came back with the endotracheal tube and bag, Hershel got Glenn intubated and Y/N bagged him up until she couldn’t anymore. Hershel knew Sasha was strong enough to help as he called out for the girl to keep bagging Glenn while he took Y/N to another cell to check her. He was thankful her body would shut down only to protect herself, and not flood her lungs…
Or only one of them would be alive.
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Thank god they both were
“No more almost dying for the both of yea” Maggie states, more so threatens. Making them both laugh as Daryl couldn’t agree more. “Now come on. You gotta rest too…and preferably on a bed”
Once Maggie helped Glenn up and out of the cell to his own bed. Y/N looked up at Daryl from the position she was in, knowing he’s been awfully quiet ever since she woke up.
“You okay, love?”
Daryl locks eyes with her brushing away the stray hair that covered her face keeping his hand placed on her cheek. Her smile slowly breaking out and always warming his heart.
“I am now”
“You know I’m not going anywhere…”
“Yeah, and I’ll make sure of it”
#cultofdixon#the walking dead#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon fanfiction#glenn rhee#glenn rhee x reader#glenn rhee fanfiction
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piercings they’d get | ateez
♪ song of the chapter
pairing: ateez x fem!reader
⊹ author’s note; sexual mentions. i need to see hongjoong with snake bites aghhh! i have snake bites & i love them ^-^
‧₊˚ ⋅ seonghwa ;
as for seonghwa, honestly i couldn't see him getting any piercings. if he were to however, he'd get the smallest stud possible on the side of his nose. but that is a big fat maybe.
he'd most likely be really sqeamish when it comes to needles, and would always try his best to watch you get your piercings; but he just couldn't...
"aishhhh.. how am i reacting worse than you and you're the one getting a needle put through your lips?" he says as he puts his hands over his ears & turns away, squeezing his eyes shut.
‧₊˚ ⋅ hongjoong ;
as hongjoong already has many piercings, i could see this man going further past his ear piercings. i can see hongjoong getting snake bite piercings, the ones with silver hoops on each side.
ever since the day he tried on fake hoop lip piercings, he fell in love. he had a feeling they’d appear more pretty once they’re actually pierced. the only thing he was worried about was your approval. this kept running thru his mind, all day, all night.
“jagiya…” hongjoong poked at your cheek.
“hmmmm??????… didn’t you just say you were going to sleep?” you asked tiredly, more or so confused; as both of you have had the light off to go to sleep for a good 30 minutes now.
“yes but i can’t sleep.. i have a question too!” hongjoong says excitedly putting his finger up in the air.
“yes baby” you giggle.
“you know… would you still find me attractive if i got snake bites?” hongjoong ponders, looking at you with straight boba eyes.
“i would find you attractive no matter what.” you spoke with the most serious tone possible, stroking his hair out of his face.
“and you’d love me the exact same?” he asks again, stroking your face now.
“yes baby i really would!” you can’t help but blush at this adorable moment.
“okay. just a thought!” he spoke as he grabbed you as if you were a body pillow, wrapping his arms around you.
“joong! can’t breathe!” you laugh desperately. the only way you would be allowed out of this contraption would be if you tickled him. and that is exactly why you’ve been in a tickle-turned-pillow fight with hongjoong.
‧₊˚ ⋅ yunho ;
yunho would be so excited to get piercings, and would talk about them non-stop until the day finally came. he chickened out and decided on a smaller piercing rather than all the exquisite ones he had chosen prior.
he had decided to get a cheekbone piercing, also known as an anti-eyebrow piercing. he’s sitting in the waiting room chair, shaking his legs looking nervous. but he also for some reason looked quite smily and excited.
he literally looked like a kid in a doctors office, nervous to get their shots, but also excited there’s going to be a lollipop reward afterwards. he looks at you with curious eyes, looking side to side, all around, moving in every way possible. by now, he’s using his nails to viscously tap on the magazine he has now gotten ahold of. this was bothering you.
“yunho you good?!???” you ask while grabbing the magazine from him.
“oh yea i am! why?” he genuinely asks.
“are we gonna act like you haven’t been fidgeting the entire time we’ve been sitting down?” you give the most taken back look. he looks around then grabs your hand.
“i really don’t think i can do this-“ he says, but is cut off by the piercer summoning him.
“babe you got this.” you nod at him, and immediately reach for your phone. he quite literally looks like a kid being sent to their first day of kindergarten. they have absolutely no idea why you’re not going with him.
“wait NO? you’re not going with me?” yunho asks while pushing past the piercer a bit. the piercer stops to look at you with a “can we get going” type of look. you genuinely weren’t sure if you were allowed in there, the piercing room seemed rather small.
a bunch of “stop flexing your cheek muscles” later, yunho finally got his piercing. he genuinely couldn’t stop giggling whenever he looked at your face. he couldn’t take shit seriously.
he was pretty much quiet afterwards, think it hurt him more than he showed. all of a sudden on your walk home in the autumn leaves, he starts to get smitten all of a sudden. you glance at him and glance back fast after seeing him smiling to himself. he starts bursting out laughing.
“what’s wrong?!?!?” you ask with a smirk.
“i wish you could’ve seen your face when the needle went thru my cheek” yunho says trying not to smile, yelling out the most monotonous “ow”. this caused you to hysterically laugh. you & yunho decided to stop by a local cafe.
you both sat down, ordering a pumpkin spice latte since it was within the first weeks of fall, you & yunho’s favorite season in korea.
“do you like it?” yunho points at his swollen but dazzling cheek.
“ofcourse, love. the gem matches the gleam in your eye perfectly” you say while booping his nose. he almost chokes on his latte he was sipping on due to how flustered you continuously made him.
‧₊˚ ⋅ yeosang ;
you've never seen yeosang as the type to want any piercings as he mentioned to you prior that he “likes the look of an Innocent face”. one day, you seen him sticking his tongue out repeatedly in the mirror, curious of course, you begin to question.
“watchu doing handsome?” you hug yeosang from behind.
“haiii jagiya you startled me” he turns around to peck you on the cheek. he continues to look in the mirror, then walk away.
“yeosang? did you hear me?” you went to poke yeosangs sides to tickle him.
“ahhhh i don’t know if i wanna talk about it.. the idea sounds stupid & i wouldn’t be able to eat or.. talk maybe…” yeosang says coyly. there was absolutely nothing you could think of in that moment that would correlate to what he was talking about, except for cosmetic surgery.
“baby… you know you’re perfect the way you are right? on the inside out… now i don’t know what you’re talking about but you genuinely don’t need any procedures…” you said, holding his face close to yours.
“huhh??? baby no!!! i’m saying- no!” he breaks out in a fit of giggles. you’re confused tho and just decide to smile in return…
“i don’t feel as nervous to tell you about this now but… i kinda want? a tongue piercing?” he asks questionably while looking into the air imagining what it’d look like on him.
an immediate rush of butterflies make their way to your stomach. yeosang had mentioned this to you a few times before, and most of the time it was during your dessert sessions.
yeosang told you that he would get a tongue piercing just so you could feel that little cold ball of metal while he was eating you out, so ofcourse this was immediately what came to mind.
“oh yes… please get it!” you said, hopping on his lap. he didn’t take that lightly tho, flipping you over so he could be on top. he grabbed your chin and used his other hand to trail it down your body.
“i have a feeling that i know why you’re so excited, hm?” he whispered while hovering his lips over yours. you licked your lips and went to bite his bottom lip, wanting to see how far this would go.
“you put it in my head first, you’re gonna make me go crazy yeosang.”
‧₊˚ ⋅ san ;
san told you he wanted many many piercings, thinking he was joking ofcourse, no.. he genuinely wanted them. you were in the piercing store when he asked you about your thoughts, and how much a nipple piercing would hurt.
stunned, you began to speed run through questions on how he stumbled upon this idea. before you know it you turned around to see san already signing the piercing waver. he had already placed his black card in the piercers hand as she was printing out a receipt.
“san?!?! ooooo this is gonna be fun.” you say, anticipating his pain tolerance is very low.
“i’m telling you, this is gonna be so good. it’s gonna feel so nice when you’re licking on me too, huh, jagiya?” san speaks lowly in your ear, making you physically shutter. he chuckles and gets up, the male piercer calling his name already.
“you coming??” looking at you expectedly, reaching his hand out to you.
“not quite yet…” san chuckles at your witty response, jogging to grab his hand.
you made eye contact with him the entire time he was getting them pierced, winking at you after he got each pierced. it was so crazy to see san react so faintly, the elder man stepping back slightly to look at his face as he was also surprised.
“when can my girlfriend play with them?” san looked down at his piercings, making an air gesture of flicking them.
“san!” flinching at his comment laced with confidence.
‧₊˚ ⋅ mingi ;
mingi came home one day repeatedly touching his eyelid, until you realized he had something adorning his eyebrow space. you could tell he was looking for your approval due to the way he'd press on it and side eye you.
“did you actually go through with it?" you tilted your head to the side as you held your fork up in the air.
"yea uh... no i didn't" he said with a pout.
"they're gems with a little bit of eyelash glue.. but i promised our design team that I'd actually get the piercing before concept photos… in which didn't..." he trails on scratching his newly bleached hair. you look at him with raised brows as if giving him the hint to continue speaking.
"i'm just gonna pull a jungkook and eventually get a real piercing.." he says while folding his arms and sitting back in his dining room chair.
"let's go right now then?" you say as you start to get up and put your slice of tiramisu in the fridge.
"wait what??? huh?? It's like 12am...?" he says as he gets up trying to stop you from putting your hair in a clip, preparing yourself to be seen by the late city scene.
"i'm sure something’s open? what about that one 24 hour tattoo shop near the pho place in daegu?" you say as you start to put on a long sleeve sweater your dear friend seungmin bought for you.
”okay but... my whole thing is.... i can't even handle when the makeup artists pluck my eyebrows... how would this even be handled by me?" he says as he genuinely tries to look into your eyes, you avoiding his eyes in case you may pity him.
“then get your nipples pierced and see how that feels." you say with a straight face, looking down at your pierced left nipple.
that piercing oh so painful to the very point of not being able to get the second one done. he huffs and puffs as he rubs his eyes in defeat.
"you're coddling me when get home swear, y/n..." he slumps, following you out the door.
‧₊˚ ⋅ wooyoung ; 
he was worried that he was going to get a piercing that would look too masculine, so what did this man do? he got a belly button piercing.
“can i? should i? i don’t know…” he says as he looks at his stomach.
“you know what… like…. i don’t know…” he says, interrupting you before you could even speak.
“i think it would look really nice wooyoung” you smile as he turns around in shock, his little pony tail so so cute. he recently dyed the under side of his hair blonde, and you couldn’t get over how handsome he was.
“i thought you would’ve shamed my idea like san did..” he said as he took a breath of air.
“no i think it matches you very well actually” you say as you think about how his oh-so toned stomach would be so beautiful adorned with a charm.
he bites his lip as he turns around, leaning in to give you a slow passionate kiss. he looks at you with the most passionate eyes, caressing your face with the back of his hand. he looks so handsome, as if he was sculpted perfectly.
you grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. you pull him to the bed by his tie, crawling on top of his lap. finally. you’re confident enough to take initiative.
“you’re getting brave aren’t you??” he looks up at you with lidded eyes and a slack jaw.
he picks you up by your hips, and flips you on the bed as he starts to kiss your neck. suddenly his phone started to ring, and the contact name “sannie” popped up on his screen. he looked at the factetime call and shook his head, and went back to kiss your neck.
“you know what happened last time you didn’t answer the phone wooyoung..” you said as you pushed his shoulders lightly. he let out the biggest sigh and combed his hair back fast with his fingers. he hurriedly reached for his phone and pointed the phone towards himself.
“what sannie? i’m in the middle of something serious right now…” wooyoung says out of breath, fixing the buldge in his pants lightly & giving you a side eye while lightly smirking. you laugh and hide your face in your hands as you kicked your legs to sit up straight. san set up his phone on the bathroom counter, and walked backwards to lift his shirt up and smirk at the camera.
“you.. you fucker!!!!” wooyoung says as he laughs and runs to show you. on sans very muscly stomach, is a beautiful silver gem pierced into his belly button.
“wait what?” you say as you laugh and hide your face in your hands, not being able to handle how much serotonin has been released in your body within the past 5 minutes.
“didn’t you?!? DIDNT YOU JUST??? WERENT U SAYING THAT BELLY BUTTON PIERCINGS WERE UGLY?!?” wooyoung laughs as he holds his phone closer to his face to get a better look.
“yea because you were gonna get it done!!! i didn’t mean on me” san says as he picks up the phone again. he holds the phone close to his face and smirks.
“byeeeeeeee byeeee especially you y/n” san winks, and hangs up the phone quickly.
‧₊˚ ⋅ jongho ;
jongho seems like the type to be pestering you about when you both are going to finally get your ears pierced, only to freak out when the moment arrives.
you and jongho had scheduled to get your ears pierced during your japan trip for your anniversary. on the day of your anniversary, you had decided to get the very piercing you were anticipating, which made jongho the happiest boba ball on the planet.
freshly out of your favorite restaurant in tokyo, you guys went to a local piercer who kq personally trusted to protect you & jongho’s privacy among other requests. jongho couldn’t stop being a jolly happy human, jumping around and smiling his biggest smile.
“ahhhahahaha” jongho jumped up and down, too happy for your concern.
“i’m so excited ahhhh!!!” you yelled back at him, seeing an older woman side eyeing you both in your peripheral vision.
“y/n/n & jongho?” a bright hair colored woman announced in a japanese accent.
“you gave them my nickname?” you giggled while holding jongho’s hand. he smiles a nervous smile back at you.
“okay so who is going first?” the woman asks, struggling to speak in english to you both. jongho responds back to her in japanese, saying that he speaks japanese & not to worry. jongho also said something else in japanese, you looking between the both confused.. but just happy to be there.
“the pretty lady first then!!” she says, grabbing your hand and bringing you to the piercing chair.
“wait???!? what??? me??? why?!?! weren’t you- weren’t you the one excited to go? the most excited in fact???” you hesitate to get in the chair while you look at jongho, jongho trying not to make eye contact with you and just smiling to himself.
“3! 2! 1!” the woman counted down, piercing your ears with ease, jongho turning away after seeing the needle go through your first ear.
honestly it wasn’t as bad as you thought, and you cheerfully get up to walk to jongho.
“okay let’s go!” jongho says fast, turning the other way to walk out of the piercers area.
“huh???? what do you mean??? aren’t you.. aren’t you getting a piercing too? didn’t we plan this a long ass time ago?” you stare confused between the piercer and your scared boyfriend.
“yeah. i can’t do that.” jongho waves his hand at you and the piercer, a nervous smile adorning his face.
“that’s not fair.. what?” you frown, mood suddenly coming to a halt.
“i have a fear of needles..!!” jongho says to you, going to hold your hand.
“when??? since when?? when has that been a thing with you?? you’re not scared of anything i thought?” you ask confused as all literal hell.
“since now!!! let’s go!” jongho gives you a bear hug, kissing your forehead and dragging you out of the piercer area.
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ocean breeze || matt s.
summary: you & matt take a night drive to the beach and talk😨
a/n: this is my very first fan fic so apologies if it’s badly written lmk what u think :)
part one | part two
you and matt had always clicked. obviously, chris and nick were your best friends but matt? the two of you connected in different ways than how you did with his brothers; whether it be through music, anxiety, or something completely random as… well you get the idea.
recently, you’d realized that you had feelings for him. he made you smile every time you were with him and, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, he made you blush too; but he never noticed, at least you hoped he never did. as of now, you were sitting in his gaming chair while he was on his bed; the two of you mindlessly scrolling on your phones. you realize it’s 10:32, meaning that both of you have been on your phones, in silence, for approximately 2 hours. luckily, you didn’t mind sitting in silence with matt since it was never awkward. you just appreciated his presence and assumed he did the same.
“wanna go for a drive? we’ve been like sitting here since 8,” you ask
“oh wow, uh yea sure,” he responds as he runs his hand through his hair, “want me to drive? i don’t mind”
“no it’s okay, plus i want to; but i get aux since you never let me” you say grinning as you get up from his chair and go to grab your keys from the kitchen.
*time skip*
with the windows down, music blasting, and empty roads, this is the thing you absolutely loved. matt being there was a plus. yea you loved hearing his laughs and “decent” singing, but you loved the night more; and that’s saying a lot. you loved how the moon dimly lit up the coast as you drove. how the breeze lifted your hair up, even if it wasn’t the most flattering. you let matt know where you guys were, and you walked down the stairs together to the sand. barefooted, you ran towards the water.
“what are you doing? your sweats are gonna get soaked!” the boy yelled
“can’t hear you!” you shouted. even though you could hear him clearly, you didn’t care. the two of you were alone on the beach and it felt surreal. the feeling of wet fleece from the inside of your sweatpants, unfortunately and grossly, gave you a reality check. for a moment, you regretted your decision to go in the water. to quote matt, your sweats were in fact soaked. regardless, you ignored it and instead motioned him to join you.
“im not doing that. it’s way too cold.”
“oh cmon it’s not even that bad and clothes can dry to counter your point from before”
he hesitated but ultimately decided to give in. slowly, he took steps into the calm waters.
“i thought you said you couldn’t hear me?”
“yea well,” you grabbed matt’s hand to help him towards you. “i might’ve just ignored you” you continue while laughing.
he playfully pushed you in response, but used a little too much force; seeing as you flopped backwards, hitting the sand below the water harshly.
“oh. my. god matt.” you stare at him in disbelief as you get up.
“shit i- that wasn’t on purpose i swear!” he says backing away from you, hands up in front of his chest. the two of you immediately laugh at what had just happened.
“that was insane, here’s your payback” the water hits his back and he slightly jumped from the coldness.
“you’re lucky you fell, otherwise i would’ve actually thrown you in for that.”
“thrown me in? that’s literally an act of violence”
*time skip* (kinda)
you both made it to the dry sand, sat down, and just watched the waves hit ground. after a while you placed your head on his shoulder, mind you it was terrifying to do, but he gently tilted his head to meet yours, sending relief all throughout.
“matt”
“y/n”
“can i tell you something?”
“always, what’s up?”
you take a deep breath before speaking:
“alright well first this is making my anxiety go through the roof and i have no idea how to say this and im scared of your response and now i just feel like im rambling and you can probably tell what im trying to say but let me just restart.” at some point you lifted your head from his shoulder and now you were looking directly into his eyes which did nothing but make you even more nervous.
“ok,” you look down at your hands toying with your rings, “i, guess i like you” you say in a whisper. “no i do like you i dont know why i say guess” you awkwardly laugh trying to make the conversation a little less uncomfortable (it didn’t work). “uh yea i mean you make me smile and i always laugh when im with you and feel…” you pause, expressing your feelings was never your strong suit. “…i don’t know. just like nervous i guess? not in the negative direction, to make that clear. and i really do get it if you don’t feel the same, it’ll just be a realllllly interesting drive home but i don’t want me saying this to change our friendship because i really do appreciate it and i hate how i said really like 4 times but um yea! there’s what i wanted to say i literally now regret everything i’ve said.” you slowly turn your head to look at him only to find him already looking at you, wide-eyed. not the best sign.
finally he said something:
… part two?🤘
#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x you#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#first fic#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo
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Hiiiii! Could you write a Marcus x fem reader? Idk if you write smut, it’s okay if you don’t and you can just leave that out but I’d like fluffy and angsty smut please. :) or just fluffy with some angst in there somewhere. Maybe something with him climbing into readers room or her climbing into his at some point? But please don’t write anything where reader or Marcus cheats/cheated. Thank you!!!!
Hi yes of course I can write that
his actions are kind of ooc
Wounded Dove
It was Friday night. Ginny and I had gotten into an argument over mom’s suspected murder. I knew mom would never hurt anyone unless it was for our family.
Unless there was a reason.
I was the eldest daughter of Georgia Miller, y/n. Ginny and I are the same age but not twins. I came along when mom married my dad, Anthony. To be blunt, I’m her stepdaughter. He was a shit dad to be honest. After his death she took me in. Growing up we had moved between so many different locations that me and my siblings barely had any time to make friends or find where we belonged. Our newest location being Wellsbury. We’ve actually been here long enough to find friend groups and love interests. Mom seemed to be settling in quite well with multiple guys as per usual. I ship her the most with Joe, a total sweet eye candy. Although it seems she much rather prefers the mayor. Ginny has hit it off with this boy named Hunter. He’s good for her, he makes her happy. I happened to hit it off with our neighbor, Marcus Baker. He’s a total eye candy and he rides a motorcycle somewhat like Zion.
Me and him had a connection ever since the first day we ran into each other and ever since we made things official between us he started to call me his dove. Lately he’s been sneaking into my room to have make out sessions but it hasn’t gotten to second or third base quite yet. I was hoping today would be the day until the fight with Ginny happened. Now I just sat pathetically crying in my room, having completely forgotten the fact that Marcus would come over. I didn't realize his presence in the room until I heard a slight coughing.
“You good, dove?” he approached my side.
“Yea, I’m fine” fidgeting with my hands. “you know you can talk to me about anything, I’m always gonna be here for you” I sighed “thanks it’s just Ginny” I didn't really want to burden him about my family issues but I knew that I could trust him. “What happened? Did she do something to you?” he inquired whilst holding my hands. “it’s just we got into an argument over Georgia. She’s always being so rude to her and for whatever reason she believes she’s always out to get her. She’s our mom for Christ sake.”
Speaking of this made me recall how Ginny called our mom a “dangerous woman” who could “hurt us” and it made me feel sick. “ dove, you know her relationship with your mom is complicated. Don’t stress yourself over it because I assure you, it probably won’t end any time soon.”
I realized I probably ruined the mood for the plans we had tonight but I really had looked forward to it so here goes nothing. “can we kiss?” when I said that his face turned slightly red and we began to make out. He certainly knew his way around these kinds of things. Things started to get heated and before I knew it, his hands were up my shirt fumbling with the straps of my bra while I tried my best to aid him. Finally with a bit of struggling we got my top off and we’re just about to take of the rest of our clothes when all of a sudden someone pounds on the door “Y/N YOU BETTER NOT BE GETTING FRISKY WITH WHITE BOI IN YOUR ROOM” ah shit… it’s mom. that’s kind of the end please let me know what you think
#marcus baker x fem!reader#marcus baker x reader#ginny and georgia#light angst#Very light smut#awkward moments#y/n miller
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His Princesa
gif cred : @mxmoth
a small series. part 2.
tags:fluff,Dominik Mysterio x Reader,Alcohol use
word count:976
After you decided to join the Judgement Day,tension grew between you and Dominik. The whole group could feel the tension,outside and inside the ring. He would constantly be staring at you,especially when you had your gear on,constant glares and staring contests. Rhea would occasionally tease both you and Dominik,causing you to blush or stutter when talking. Dominik enjoyed it tho,watching you get all nervous or shy when his name was mentioned. The only problem is,you have a boyfriend. Things were ok in the bedroom but you needed more,something that Dominik could give you,and lately he’s been out more with his friends drinking heavily. It worries you because you know how handsy he can get when drunk,lately tho he has been coming home with kisses of lipstick on his arm or neck. You’ve vented to Priest and Rhea multiple times about this and each time they tell you to leave the relationship,but you still have a little faith in him which makes them furious. “Cmon (your name),we all know you could do so much better” is what they both say every time,and you’re starting to believe them.
You had just won your match against Liv Morgan,you took the victory which made Rhea happy. “Hey,can I talk to you real quick? Away from everyone please” Dominik whispered softly in your ear once back stage,so when everyone was distracted you two ran off to a private area. “Yea Dom Dom what’s up?” “(your name) listen..I have feelings for you. And I know about your situation with your boyfriend but I promise you,if you just leave him and get with me I will never treat you that way.” He spoke while caressing and gently squeezing your hand anxiously. You could tell this was the genuine side of him,all you could do was stare at him stunned. “Dom..you know I have a boyfriend but-“ you were quickly cut off with a kiss from him. You stood there in shock “I-Im so so sorry..” he quickly spat out,running off to find everyone else. You stood there for a moment trying to process everything before running off to find the entire Judgement day in the locker room. “(your name)! God where have you been? We’ve been waiting to celebrate your victory” Finn spoke,smiling from ear to ear. “Sorry guys,but yea let’s celebrate!” you said in a cheerful tone,glancing over at Dominik who seemed very anxious but trying to play it off.
An hour n a half later,you were a bit tipsy while everyone else was completely drunk. Except Dom,he wasn’t drinking as much and constantly just on his phone or playing with his fingers. “Hey,what’s wrong with him?” a drunk but sorta sober Rhea whispered to you,you whispered the whole situation to her in her ear giggling at her shocked expression. “Go talk to him” was the last thing she told you before chugging down a shot of vodka. You sat next to him,running your nail down his arm. “H-hey look I’m really sorry about what happened” “Dom,it’s ok. Look,come to my hotel tonight and we can talk this out just us.” you told him with a smile,your boyfriend wasn’t in town because of “work” so he wouldn’t even know. Dom smiled at this and immediately hugged you,you giggled and hugged him slightly rubbing his back. “Awwww look at the lovebirds” a very drunk Priest spoke before falling over. Everyone laughed,”I think we need to stop with the drinks guys” you spoke as you got up taking all the bottles off the table. Rhea whined as she didn’t get to finish pouring her shot of tequila,but still shot it straight back down her throat. Finn was asleep on the floor while Priest was struggling to get up. Since you and Dom were the only sober/non drunk ones,you both helped everyone change and got them into your car. “Once I get everyone home,I’ll text you and you can come over” you told Dom as you got Rhea into the passenger seat. “Yea ok sure!” he said with excitement. You smiled and kissed his cheek,making him smile.
An hour later,after fighting with Rhea to get get into your hotel since she refused to go home,you got her comfortable on your couch and made her a soup. “Here,eat this and take this Tylenol” she whined but complied and began eating. You texted Dom,waiting for his response.
You - ‘Hey,sorry for the wait. Had to bring Rhea to my room to get her sobered up,but you can come by if you don’t mind her’
[DomDom🖤] - ‘Yea of course! I’ll be by in like 5 minutes’
You smiled at this and waited for him to arrive. 10 minutes go by and you hear a knock at the door,opening it to see Dominik. You smiled and hugged him,letting him in the room. “Jesus,she’s sleeping good” he spoke and laughed at Rhea on the couch sleeping. “Yea she’s been like that since she finished her food,anyways follow me!” You told him as you lead him to your room. You had a premium room due to you being a wrestler so you had an extra room for Rhea to crash in later. You sat down on your bed,Dom sitting next to you. “So-“ “Shh,just listen. I have feelings for you too and with me having a boyfriend it’s been difficult,but I’m more than willing to leave him now.” You spoke before kissing him. He wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you onto his lap. You smiled in the kiss,not realized Rhea was wide awake and recording.
#dominik mysterio#wwe#dominik mysterio x reader#mini series#judgement day#rhea ripley#damien priest#finn balor
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Trevor Finds Out | Luke and Stella
(this is how and when trevor finds out about stella and luke being together)
Trevor's POV
For whatever random reason, I decide to check stella's location. It's her birthday weekend so I'm curious as to what she's up to for her 18th. I see that she's in michigan and it looks like it's jack house but I'm not sure. I don't even know why she would be there. I take a screenshot and text it to Alex to make sure I'm not seeing things.
me: *Attachment: 1 Image*
me: am I seeing things? or is Stella at hughesy’s house in michigan?
turcs: that looks like his house but idk what’s going on trev. ask Stella.
me: yea I should probably do that.
turcs: yea.
I don’t end up texting Stella and just brush it off but it is a little weird. I’ve seen her there before in the fall like once a month so it’s not uncommon but it’s definitely weird.
~A Few Weeks Later~
I’ve been keeping a closer eye on Stella’s location since I saw her in Michigan during her birthday weekend. I see that she’s back in Michigan which is majorly suspicious. I swear that she’s at jack’s house. But why would she be at jack’s house in March, twice?
Then I remember jack and turcs telling me how Luke got hurt during a game and needed surgery. I think he had said that it was this week too. A lot of things are starting to add up in my head.
Like her posting a bunch of pictures of her with some guy that I’m assuming is her boyfriend, her not telling me who it is, her just randomly popping up in michigan and then randomly being home again.
This is all weird and a little too coincidental. I text Stella and Luke to confirm my thoughts and suspicions.
me: ok, I have a question for you and I want you to be honest with me.
stella zegras🌟: what’s up trev?
me: I promise I’m not gonna be mad either stel.
stella zegras🌟: what is it trevor?
me: are you and Luke dating?
stella zegras🌟: yea.
me: for how long?
stella zegras🌟: since July. so like 8 months.
stella zegras🌟: i’m so sorry I didn’t you tell you trevor. I’ve been meaning too but we just wanted to figure things out in our relationship first and then you left for hockey and I didn’t wanna tell you over the phone and the timing just hasn’t been right.
me: relax stella, i’m not mad.
me: does he treat you right?
stella zegras🌟: he treats me so good trev.
me: like I said, I’m not mad that your dating Luke, I just wish you would’ve told me first.
stella zegras🌟: i know, I’m sorry.
me: it’s ok. as long as he treats you right then it’s ok with me. I’m assuming mom and dad know since I know you’ve been going to visit him?
stella zegras🌟: yea. they’ve known since September.
me: I figured. just be safe pls, if anything goes wrong or if he hurts you, I’ll kill him.
stella zegras🌟: i know. thank you.
me: ofc kid. do jack and Quinn know?
stella zegras🌟: i know Quinn does, I don’t think jack does.
me: if you didn’t tell him then he doesn’t know.
stella zegras🌟: so then jack does not.
me: figured. all right, I gotta go but pls keep my in the loop next time and I hope you had a good time seeing Luke.
stella zegras🌟: i will trev, promise.
me: talk later kiddo.
stella zegras🌟: ok.
I smile to myself because Stella seems happier lately and I’m glad to know that it’s because of Luke. I text him just to see what he says.
me: yo luke, got a sec?
luke hughes: yea what’s up z?
me: are you dating my sister?
luke hughes: uh…
me: I already know, she told me so just tell me the truth.
luke hughes: yea I am. we’ve been together since July.
me: is it safe for me to assume that you’re treating her right?
luke hughes: absolutely. she deserves the world and I wanna try to give it to her. are you mad that I didn’t talk to you about it first?
me: a little. I’m also mad that you guys didn’t tell me either but I’ve noticed how happy she is so I’m letting it slide.
me: this is the happiest I’ve seen her in a while so thank you.
luke hughes: of course.
me: I don’t care if you are jack’s brother or not, if you hurt my sister in any way, shape, or form, I’ll kill you. got it?
luke hughes: loud and clear.
me: good. jack know?
luke hughes: no. we didn’t tell him. we didn’t want to until we told you bb we wanted you to hear it from us and well, you’ve met jack.
me: good point.
me: anyways, just be good to her and me and you will continue to not have any problems.
luke hughes: I planned on it. I’ll see you around z.
me: see you around Luke. and I hope you have a quick recovery.
luke hughes: oh thanks man.
me: for sure.
I smile to myself some more. He does seems good for her and that’s all that matters to me. Hopefully he doesn’t hurt her because I don’t wanna have to explain to jack and Quinn why I killed their brother.
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ok, so, we’ve talked about ghost being a tumblr girlie, but have u considered the hilarity that would be nerd!soap being on the science side of tumblr???
just, he’s been there since he joined in like, hs or something and somehow they find out about each others blogs, so sometimes ghost will ask the team a question, AND WHEN SOAP RESPONDS GHOST JUST NODS HIS HEAD SAGELY AND SAYS “thank you, science side of tumblr” SO SERIOUS AND SOLEMNLY AND PRICE IS JUST “wtffffff” WHILE GAZ LAUGHS HIS ASS OFF
Soap and Ghost share so many Tumblr jokes. Gaz understands them but Price? Man has no idea what they’re talking about. He honestly feels left out and when he asks about making a Tumblr account so he could understand some of the things they talk about—
The horror on their faces. Honestly, imagine having your parent or person that you look up to see what you post on Tumblr. Yea they stopped talking about Tumblr around him so he would stop feeling left out.
#cod mwii#call of duty#modern warfare ii#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#john price#ask#thanks for the ask <3#modern warfare
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You stare at the ceiling lost in thought. Some of those thoughts would voice themselves followed by a grunt or an answer from your spiky haired husband
Then suddenly one night this thought was different…
“…Katsuki…we’ve been married for 2 years now right?” You ask into oblivion
“Yea.” He assets bringing you into his side to try and cuddle you to sleep since you both had work in the morning.
“…I think….I want…a baby” you say with no following questions or comments. Once Katsuki realized you had gone quiet. He sits up keeping a hand still on your waist
“…y/n, this is something we’ve talked on before. Right now we’re doing okay a baby can cause a bug shit but we’ll still be okay….is that what you want? Like, in your heart?” He asks
“I Just…think about a baby. A small person that’s made by you and me and when I looked at them I-I see parts of you and me in them” you said with a shaky voice having no idea why you were emotional “and watching them grow up, and teaching them, and loving them. Tucking them in at night or hearing mommy or daddy after a long day of work” you kept explaining while wiping your eyes
“Shit I didn’t know you felt this deeply about it, babe” he commented not knowing what to say “….look it’s late, how about tomorrow we talk about it over breakfast? Some nice coffee and pancakes” you nod and wrap your arms around him to get into a comfortable position for the night. As he held you he thought to himself about a life with a kid or maybe even two. Your belly growing the baby You’d make out of your love
The next morning you both talked about the baby dreams you had instead of an actual discussion
#bakugou fluff#mha bakugou#bnha headcannons#domestic bakugou#bakugou headcanons#husband!katsuki#anime
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do you take requests? can i request something soft with Bucky? maybe they go to a coffee shop have some good time, or whatever you like
A Friend’s Coffee Date- Bucky Barnes xreader fan fiction request
Summary: Bucky and Y/N go out for a fun friend’s date and Bucky wants to tell Y/N how he feels
Warnings: angst, soft Bucky, fluff, not a lot of warnings
~Bucky’s POV~
Being in the world again hasn’t been all bad, Sam always suggested I should make friends and do something fun every so often and ever since I met Y/N a few years ago who use to be an avenger it turned out we have a lot in common and I really like spending time with her. I was out for a walk trying to clear my mind and all of a sudden I bumped into someone and I looked at them and said “hi I’m so sorry I didn’t see where my- oh! Hey Y/N!” Y/N smiled at me and said “oh my gosh hey Bucky!! I’m so sorry are you ok?” I nodded and said “oh yea no worries doll, do you have any plans today? Do you wanna hangout?” I was so happy we bumped into each other and I was hoping she’d wanna spend more time together. Y/N shook her head and said “no I was actually just out to go grab a coffee, why don’t you come with me.” I smiled at her and said “I’d be happy to doll come on.” I was always nervous about getting close to someone but I like Y/N and I feel like I can be myself with her.
We were walking down to the coffee shop and I told her about all the music I got into and how my therapy sessions were going and I noticed she was really listening because she was smiling and nodding a lot and she had us stop walking and walked closer to me rubbing my arm and said “Bucky I am so proud of you I really am you have come so far keep it up ok? Remember I’m here for you.” We got to the coffee shop and we got in line to order and I said “hey Y/N thank you so much for listening and just you being proud of me means a lot thank you sweetheart you’re a wonderful friend.”
Y/N blushed and before she could say something I heard the person at the counter say “next!!” We walked up to order and I looked at Y/N and said “order anything you like doll it’s on me.” She smiled and said “oh, ok thank you that’s very sweet, hi can I have a grande mocha please?” The person took her order and said “ok, and for you sir?” I looked at the menu and said “can I just have a regular coffee please?” They nodded and I paid and grabbed our drinks a few minutes later and we found a table to sit at.
We sipped our drinks and I put my coffee down and felt really nervous but excited to be here with Y/N and in my head I said to myself “go for it bucky tell her how you feel man.” Y/N sipped her coffee while looking out the window and I cleared my throat and said “hey Y/N there’s something I wanna admit to you doll.” She turned to look at me with her adorable smile and said “what is it Bucky? Talk to me.” I started feeling a bit anxious put my hand on hers and I said “alright, so we’ve known each other for a while and I love our friend dates doll, I realized while we walked here that I was falling for you but if you don’t feel the same it’s ok.”
~Y/N’s POV~
I love how open Bucky always is with me and I’m so relieved he has feelings for me because I’ve been feeling the same way for him but I was scared he wouldn’t feel the sane towards me. I blushed at Bucky sighing with relief and said “you love me too? I’ve loved you for a while Bucky I was scared you didn’t feel the same way so I didn’t say anything I should have though.” Bucky looked at me surprised but then smiled and said “I love you doll I really do, you’re so beautiful Y/N, all I can think about right now is kissing you.” I blushed and said “Bucky you are the sweetest.” Bucky got up and held his hand out to me and said “come on, lets go for a walk doll.” I got up and Bucky held my hand while we walked to the door and when we got outside Bucky turned me to face him and leaned in to kiss me and said “god I’ve been wanting to do that for the last hour.” I smiled and said “I know I could tell, I was hoping you would kiss me.” Bucky kissed me again and walked me back to my place and we went inside and made out for a bit and I pulled away and said “wow, this has been a really good date.” Bucky smiled nodding and said “it really has doll, I’m glad I bumped into you today and we got to have another friend date though we’re not friends anymore are we?” I shook my head and leaned in to kiss Bucky again and he pulled me in closer and cupped my face in his hands looking into my eyes and said “I promise I will still be here when you need someone and I love you darling.” I kissed him and said “babe I love you too thank you for our fun date today.” He hugged me and said “you deserve the best Y/N I mean it.” I couldn’t stop smiling & Bucky checked his watch and said “oh it’s late, get some rest doll ok?” He kissed my cheek and I walked him to the door and I said “I’ll try, goodnight honey see you soon?” Bucky said “you will count on it sweetheart.” I closed the door and stood there against it and feeling so happy I was finally in a loving relationship.
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yesterday exist; so does today
Alzheimer is a hastle to deal with, you know this well, after all you’ve been here since the day you graduated nursing school, yet you’re still working in the central care centre for the paycheck. You know you shouldn’t have involved yourself in the matter of patients, realising it would emotionally torture you till you retire.
kaeya & fem!reader (platonic relationship)
implied major character death, mentions of suicide, heavy angst, comfort/hurt
note: hmmm honestly i don’t really know what i write since i write this out of boredom..AO3 LINK
“Kaeya Alberich, age 35. Current symptoms, memory loss and confusion.” same old thing again and again, writing down the patient’s data and insert it into sheets for the centres “transparency”, interacting with them and leave them to the hands of the doctors until they finally meet death years later. you read the data that was preserved on your desk and you gave off a long sigh, just like another day, a patient’s data worth of nothing on your hands are waiting to be checked by you.
The writing was messy, like an old calligraphy, the patient placed the picture quite asymmetrically, he also seemed to have slipped down several documents which you also have to read. Some of it written as “confidential, only medical teams and legal experts can access”. Finally, something to stick your nose into that makes this job at the very least, interesting.
“hey you look like you wanna bleach your own eyeballs, what’s up, new patient?”
you got caught up by one of your closest colleagues, jumped through the words, your voice all hoarse from the lack of water you consumed. “Yea, he gave me these documents that probably cost me half an hour to read…”, the americano you bought almost gone, making you to give a longer sigh.
“don’t bother buying another coffee, your shift is almost done.” , your colleague implies after your words.
“Hmm…okay.”, muttering the words. Your eyes widened by the data he had registered over himself.
“It’s been a while since we’ve gotten a patient who registered themself over their own name instead of a legal guardian, right?” , you asked your colleague, who seemingly has no life inside his eyes.
“hm? yeah, in fact, i’ve only gotten two people who registered themself here, two of them are old folks without a family…their death made me mentally drained, i miss them both.”
“fuck”, you curse with a voice that now seems to have a slight regret on it. “What?”, he replied. “He’s not even old enough to register himself in this centre”, “how old is he?”, your colleague asked out of curiosity, since this sort of cases can make your mind all rounded, he’s young, so why bother admit himself in this death row…”thirty five, 7 more months to thirty six”. “our age, is it not?”, he replied while moving his chair to your desk, now interested. “based on how he write his data, the symptoms are already chronic.”, you mutter, observing every of the information while your colleague looking through his diagnosis.
“goodluck taking care of him”, your colleague pat your back.
and just like that, you know you’re going to face the most emotional phase you’ve ever had in this hell-hole workplace.
By Saturday, you met the man. His eyes are sharp, rigid and bold, hue blue that never to be seen before, and believe it or not, he looks like he came out of a fictional series. His eye-bags are visible and his hair all tangled up from the braid he made by himself, allegedly. “Goodmorning, am i talking to Mr. Kaeya Alberich?” , he fidget his fingers over his cardigan, playing with the cloth that he worn just to avoid any of his hallucination and confusion. I know that means he’s uncomfortable with the surrounding or maybe his own existence…”yes..”, his voice sounds like a chirping crows, hoarse and deep, yet soothing to hear.
“Sorry, i have to ask, why am i here..?”, oh my, it already seems like he’s already losing his sense.
you take his confidential papers and explain it to him, all patient and prepared to have him lose his mind, you explain it with a voice that made his ears able to accept it just by a slight mutter, “mr. Alberich, the papers say that you choose this centre so you can go through your daily life without worrying of improper death. Hence you’re here to retrieve the deal, to have yourself admitted in here.”, he looks at you with confusion, but suddenly he changed his thought and his once-reaction flew from that face of his. “Oh? Hahaha! Is that why i’m here? Because of myself?? Oh funny! I haven’t write that one on my notes! Maybe i have to after this!!”, his laugh sounds sarcastic, it makes you uncomfortable…but alzheimer patients are always like this, they can’t control what they currently suffer from and you’re the one to take care of em.
“anything else would you like me to explain?”
“quick question, what’s your name?”
“[name]”…you seem to have doubt his question, whatever he needs from you to ask your name? This is weird.
“nice to meet you, would you mind taking care of me while being my friend?”
“you don’t have one sir?”, shit, i dropped the bomb.
“i have one, but we…i-…i forgot haha..”
it’s expected, his scan was something out of the ordinary, it’s no use trying to avoid the worst case scenario, it’s already in front of him.
“mr. Alberich, i would love to dis—“
“s-sorry can i have some water first..? I forgot to bring my water bottle from my apartment..”
you nod and brought him a cup of water, you start to inhale the air around you. “So..can we start our discussion? If so, may i ask you to fill out of these forms for me, if you’re unable to, we can ask your legal guardian or…”
“i’m sorry uh…i-i don’t remember my legal supervisor or guardian…” he stops at his track, probably going all confused from the lack of context his brain has dismay for him. “may i ask wether you can help me fill this out based on the…i-i don’t remember the registration i made sorry… but can you fill out based on those..?”
“It’s fine i understand…let me accompany you to the doctor’s office, how does that sound? I’ll inform the doctor about your details after the check ups…since this is a u—“
“doctor’s office..? I thought this is a library..? I must’ve gotten lost…i should borrow the book to write an essay for the professor oh shit..?! N-nurse?!! Wh-why did—“
suddenly your colleague barge in to the conversation to help you with this patient you’re handling, a rare cause that can’t be helped by a normal being.
“Sir, please calm down. This is Alzheimer medical centre, the papers say that today you’re being admitted to this ward for the sake of your own self, so please don’t act rash. We’re here to help you.”
he calmed down before tears run out from his eyes. Typical symptoms of Alzheimer patients are their intense change of emotions, it’s hard to deal with since you don’t know either if they’re going to stay sad, happy, or angry, or just…neither? You don’t know, even your colleague can’t read them.
you pat his back, “sir, how about you talk to the doctor first and we can discuss about the next matters soon? Will that be easier for you?”, your voice sounds genuine, this is the first time though. This man ticks your heart to feel such an empathetic move, it doesn’t make sense, since you never feel the need to feel them too.
“…sure…i’m getting insane….please help me nurse….f-fuck i don’t even remember your name…”, he chuckles after that insane remark he just made. “o-okay, l-let’s just go…make sure that i won’t die before my birthday…please..?” Is that his last wish? If it is…then sure, i’ll make sure tomorrow and today exist for him. I can always do that but…why now? Why him? Shit whatever happened to the promise i made to myself?
“okay. I will.” i smiled, shit, i’m not even that good on keeping promise to myself. I just broke it now…and i’m currently lying too. What if he expect so much?
he’ll just forget it, i’m sure of that.
but then the guilt? No…no, i don’t even want to think about it anymore.
everyday, you would visit him, in that small room, the aroma-therapy you had set for him was quite of…soothing and pleasant, you’ve always put some aromatherapy on the side of chronically ill patients just for them to remember that they’re currently living on reality, for them to remember that…they’re currently still going on with their life and that’s fine, it’s hard enough to survive, to wake up. Kaeya seems to have knew this well, after all, he would always greet you with a smile, a ghostly smile. He would always talk to you, trying his best to train his vocal, sometimes there’s hole inside his conversation, but that’s okay, he tried to stick in the present and not in the future. That’s enough for you to know that kaeya still has the energy to keep on living.
he’s surviving…all he had is this room, his clothes, and himself. No, not even himself. He doesn’t even know the existence of himself. Maybe i’m the replacement of that blank space across his memory? Yeah that’s what a nurse supposed to be, right?
he had always stare at the window when you passed through the hall of the ward, almost like he had lost his senses over that spot. Sometimes you would hear him mutter…”don’t…jump.” to the window, his tears coming through his eyes, and his hands are shaking. It was terrifying, at first. He would get near the window while his eyes are all watery and he doesn’t seem to realise his own movement.
“hey…stay alive…”
“hey…hey….i’m here…”
“why did you jump…?” , this exact sentence hasn’t been told before. Thus, made you jump into conclusions…
after what happens to be an hour after that mutters he made inside the room, you went to check on him. He’s on the couch, reading his own essay. The handwriting almost unreadable, the essay was long, confusing, and…the papers are all scraped.
“Hey…mom?”, shit, it’s only been a month since he was admitted here. The scan told me that his progress is fast and horrid…yet this one is too much.
you continue the act, that’s what you’ve been told and what you’ve learned. “yes kaeya..?” .
“mom, an insane person leave this paper inside this house…can we stop…renting this place..? It’s dangerous right? Can we leave mom..? I’m scared…i’m so scared mom.” he nudge on your clothes and start to hug your arm.
“n-no sweetie…there’s no such as an “insane person”. Now…how about we eat our food first to keep you healthy from being hunted by the ghost..?” This would be a good way to communicate with kaeya…you thought. Sihce he’s slowly losing touch, it’s better for him to dream, after all…he wants to survive this until his birthday, right…?
you served him the food…it’s not the best one, yet it already made kaeya hungry. Though, suddenly he loses his reconnection to his hallucinations once more..
when he look at you again, his face turns into a confusion…he smiles politely, “s-sorry uh…i remember meeting my mother…uhm…might i ask if you know where is she and…who are you?”
“I’m [name]…and you must be kaeya right? Your mother asked me to have you here.” You lied, so whatever you would say can never shocked him nonetheless.
“o-oh i see…but mother has died…just a few days ago…she jumps from that balcony…” he points out to the window, there’s no balcony, he’s hallucinating that he is on his house now. “well..at least i know mom left me with a new friend…right, [name]..?”, you gulp, yet you just smile and nod. You know this is the only way he can connect to the world…
“kaeya?”
“….who’s kaeya?”, he asked you. His eyes wander. Then it meet yours. He holds your hands, securely. “I wanna know kaeya…i’m…yaya…mother told me i’m yaya so i’m yaya..”
“somebody i know, you’re interested?”, you teased him, your voice brightful, chuckling at the way he seems so interested at the man she would call his past, sugarcoating the man you see before you. It has been 2 in a half month since he was admitted here, tomorrow is already the third month.
“is he…smart?”, that’s the first thing he asked. He’s presenting your image as a maid that has the same as his. His hallucination seems to touch the corner of his past..
“no he’s dumb…he doesn’t remember my name.”
you told him and he immediately scoffs..”hmph! Then why do you talk about him, i don’t like dumb folks.” He must be a brat back when he was a kid huh?
“Nothing, just feels like it.”
“then you’re quite of dumb for thinking and talking about him..he probably doesn’t remember you. So abandon him!” his hallucinations are actually right, he doesn’t remember you and you’ve been trying your best to make sure that even when everything goes bad…he still has the chance to live.
because…you can see yourself in this position. Helpless, nobody, and lonely. The emotional relation that connects you both are intense and unintentional. Yet you kept on trying to make sure, the part of you that he has in him…is enough to keep him living. Since, all you wanted is to see another version of the person you want to be..alive. You read the confidential paper on your desk once more, the one where he slip over his registration papers after you leave him all alone inside his room.
“This hasn’t been legally acclaimed and i just like to have this piece of information slip through the files you guys have of me by now. i have read several of information about this disease, i know that i can die just by being there or here, but there are somethings i like to share about my life. Something that would probably remind you when you see me through this illness, hallucination or memory loss, or both, maybe you can correlate those with my story. My mother committed when i turned 15, that was her present for me…she loathe me, she think of me as a burden for not being the one who’s sick enough to die just like my adoptive brother, diluc. So when she die…i thought i also have to die. After all, i have nobody, my father was away and i’m just his adoptive son, whatever have i done to this family? So…in my early adulthood, i develop a chronic memory loss due to trauma, as per my psychiatrist mentioned. It was…alright, at first. But then..at the age of 30, it becomes some-what more like a delusional. I know it wasn’t right so i decided to check myself at this age, 35, when i barely even remember what is my name without my phone reminding me who i am again and again. I wanna die…i can’t help but to live off the guilt i didn’t even made. So please…my only last wish is to die at the age of 36…just like the age of my late mother. Alzheimer is my karma and i wish, for all of you, to repent my sins…just like what i intend to do.”
“I’m sorry for putting so much pressure on all of you, but i assure…this is what i intend to do for the sake of the guilt that drive me insane everyday.”
I realise that He’s a suicidal bastard who’s unlucky, i’m trying…i’m trying so hard so he can live and survive another day. ‘Cus i…i can let somebody as young as kaeya to die and rot in a bed that every patient left with silence in their heart. Cus i can’t let somebody who always smile at me for giving them survival chance to die. His instinct says that he wants to live, so why bother reminding him of this. I’ll just follow his hallucination…until he finally know that he lives and he has to. So please…don’t remember your last wish, just remember that…the day you die, is the day you wish to rest forever.
So kaeya, remember that i’m here, for you to live, until you’re exhausted.
At the fourth month, he lost half of his memory of his adulthood.
At the fifth month, he lost his mobility. Limiting his speech and whatever he usually do daily…is nothing.
i kept trying, i kept on trying…so he wouldn’t remember his last wish. I want to change his course. Cause tomorrow and today still can be change, it still exist the way it is.
10 days before his birthday, you nag on him. Telling him a delusional story you made out of his hallucination for the past months. You’ll pretend to be his mother, his brother, and everything…convincing kaeya to survive. His muscle memory reacted, positively, just like what you expected. After all, you’re trying your best…to make sure that this man last longer than his initial death, cause he deserve one last chance that Alzheimer cannot give to him.
“kaeya…mother is proud of you for reaching this far.”, you mutter to his ears…it perks up. His head wants to move to the direction of your eyes.
“kaeya…you’re doing great…don’t give up now, it’s almost your birthday, maybe let’s have a party with diluc too? He enjoys being with you too, you know?” , his muscle picks up that words and smile slowly.
“kaeya…what do you wish for..? I’m sorry that i can’t be the best mother…that’s what you asked for right..? A present mother..?”,
“Then…survive this week…next week…and more months to come. You deserve a chance to live and see more of the world..” you recreate the words he helplessly crave, so kaeya….with all of his might, able to live, able to regain his purpose in life, to have his guilt all weakened, to the point that he decided to…live for another day. It seems evil, indeed, it is evil, but that’s what he needs…kaeya deserves to live unlike those old fucks that has no manners, kaeya is only a child in adult’s body…
he wants to live, but he can’t…right?
“kaeya…happy birthday….” , you mutter the words perfectly. You pronounce the words as if you’ve already excelled your ways to imitate kaeya’s mother for him. If it’s sympathy, why are you being so kind..? If it’s empathy, why does it matter if he’s alive or not? Because at the end of the day, you find yourself in that piece of him, a kid in a grown up body, and you wish to have somebody like you…live another day, just like you.
he cried. somehow…his tears shows his pain…his past…and everything. Despite the delusion you’re feeding him with, he still holds onto the hope of another day where he can hear his mother’s forgiveness.
his tears was falling rapidly while his eyes are all shining…finally, you sighed. There’s a hint of survival in his eyes once more and it made you…proud, even when you’re not a thing to them.
he survived 36…and i hope i survived 67 too. It’s nice to know that you’re my last patient, kaeya…let’s chat again, i know you would love to hear my story…even when you don’t remember my name any longer.
you put the flower on his memorial space.
from “nurse [name], have a happy reunion with your family.”
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The next day D. & I went to my parents to pick up our cat and some of my stuff. Last night, we talked again. We decided to just stay together for now, to see..... how things will turn out.
There was also something else D. told me. Since he was getting better while he was away, he thought about starting his own business, bcs he quit his job. My Dad offered to help him.
The two had this in mind anyway. They talked about it months ago and now it was time to inplement things. I don’t want to go into too much detail rn. It will explain itself over time.
Mom: You have to take your pills regularly, D. This is important! The same goes for you, A.! The more time passes, the better you’ll be and hopefully..... forget what happend. 😞
Dad (to Daniel): The main thing is that you are safe & fine. Soon we have a lot to do and distraction is always good! But one thing I want to mention again. No matter what probs you two have, even if you relapse, talk to us!! None of us will blame you for asking for help. We want you two to be well, okay?
Daniel: Yea, I got it. 😔
Dad: And what about you A.?
Me: Yea, ok! But I want you to help D. with that job thing.
Dad: Of course I’ll help him. And actually we could start immediately, but if we proceed as planned and discussed, it may be that you and Daniel have to move. 😕
Me: Um... okay. I am prepared to do whatever it takes. 🙂(😟)
Daniel (to me): You...are really ready to move? To.... my house!? 😯
Me: We’ve talked about it before, and..... now that I’m pregnant, why not? You, me and.................. our Baby? 😳
Daniel: I love you, so I’ll love your Baby, too. Our Baby! And well, N.'s Baby. 🤨
Mom: Are you serious about this, D.? Can- and do you even want that?? 😟
Daniel: Yes!
Me: We decided to try and I have to talk to N. about it too.
Dad: However you decide to continue, together or .... separately, I will help Daniel. I’m just clarifying this, so you don’t make your decision dependent on that.
My Dad and Daniel kept talking about their new plans, while my Mom couldn't stop asking me questions.
Mom: You really wanna move? You know what kind of... strange things his mother did there. In that house! 😟
Me: It's a pretty house. I like it there. And she moved out, it's all fine. Besides, I have other worries rn, as you know.
Mom: That’s what I’ve been trying to make clear to you these past few weeks. But well, now you're pregnant. Either you two accept this and move on, or you’re really getting a divorce.
Me: He wants us to stay together. And actually I want the same. I don't wanna lose him.... I’m moving back to our apartment with him for a short while, see if Daniel and I can make it? And, I'm gonna talk to N. I don’t want to disappoint N. or hurt him. I have to come up with something. A soloution! 😟🤯
Mom: In other words, it's either/or? There is no other way out, A.!
Me: Who says that? You?.... I’m gonna do what’s right for me, Daniel and Nico, not for you or anyone else. 😒
Mom: What are you trying to tell me?.... You can’t do the same thing you did back then. This isn't normal!.. And you were unhappy! That’s not what you want! And I’m sure Daniel won’t agree with that. 😦
Me: I'm going to do what I got to do.
Mom: I know you A.! You won’t do anything. You will wait until one of them.......... goes nuts.
Me: I don’t think so. 😒
Just before Daniel and I wanted to leave, Ana also had some questions for me.😩
Me: Everything you are about to say, drop it pls.
Ana: Um.... ok! Have you had makeup sex? Or, no! I’d rather call it... homecoming-sex.🧐 I mean, you didn’t really fight, he just... took off.🤷♀️
Me: No, we didn’t!! We talked!
Ana: Then it's obvious! You want N.! With him you couldn’t wait even 24 hours. Plus, he knocked you up. 🤷♀️😬
Me: Ah...yup. You know, we'll see S. later. Are you joining us?
Ana: Nah! Sounds like a double date, I really don’t feel like it. I have other plans. And now go and have fun with your..... man. 😏
Me: Who are you having fun with, Ana? 🤨 Dennis?
Ana: Are you jealous of me for Dennis? 😜
Me: Ugh!... NO! 😖
Ana: Don't worry, sis. I’m not dating Dennis, a messed up guy. NO thanks! I have fun...... with myself. 😄
Me: Hmm?... I know you Ana! You have a secret. And you know me, baby sis. I'll uncover it. 😏💁♀️
Ana: Weirdo!
Ana really had a secret. At first I thought she was back with Adam or something, but no, it wasn’t Adam. Just that much, I get why she kept it a secret. 🤭
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