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ratcatcher0325 · 2 years

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Nobody’s Fool Bonus (Chapter #1A)

Hello everyone! Surprise! I haven’t been able to walk away from this story entirely, so I thought I’d have some fun expanding on some of the chapters and reversing the POV of some moments throughout for fun!

Here is part of the very first chapter from Penn’s point of view. This poor man is at his lowest when we first meet him, and boy, is he scared!

Original Chapter: Chapter #1

Next Bonus Chapter: Chapter #1B

CW: Adult language, dehumanization, angst, references to abuse, blood

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NOBODY'S FOOL

Chapter #1A: Out of the Frying Pan

Word Count: 2,787 Read Time: Approx. 21 mins

[Penn's POV]

I was falling, the biting cold wind ripping through what little fabric was left on my bruised body. The air was sucked from my lungs as I gasped with fright, shocked to suddenly find nothing at all below me. The two humans who leaned on the balcony railing just stared, glassy eyed and morbidly entertained as I tumbled down, down, down below them. The male of the pair even smiled, wide eyed and mouth agape, as if it was a fun experiment to see if I’d shatter on impact.

Everything slowed as though the air itself had become viscous, this frigid night dipped in thick, golden honey. My lungs were crushed inside my ribcage like two wet and ragged paper sacks, as I felt the tears sliding from the corners of my eyes freeze on contact with the icy wind. My hair whipped and battered my brow as my heart stopped. This fall could easily kill me. I braced as the asphalt, covered in dirty ice and snow came up to greet first my heels, hips, spine and finally cracking the back of my skull on its rough surface. The last thing I saw were two pairs of human eyes, staring down at me, unmoved, pointing, laughing, before turning their backs to retreat into the safety and warmth of the party, a million miles above me. Unable to breathe, as my skull oozed with blood, I blacked out.

Coming to was like a violent rush of pain and confusion cascading around me as though the slow motion of my fall had been replaced with heart-stopping speed. Was I alive? Dead? Everything was numb. I was too cold to shiver anymore. My head was exploding with pain, was I still bleeding? I couldn’t tell. Before I cracked open my frozen eyelids, I could hear the thumping of music high above. So it was still night...and the party rages on. They probably assumed I was dead. She was probably doing body shots off of that new man she’d met on some dating app and had sunk her claws into for the night, completely forgetting about her property, bleeding out and freezing to death in the driveway below her feet.

I wasn’t ready to give up yet. I didn’t want to fucking die. I’d at least do everything I could to fight for life, even if it was all in vain. I couldn’t move a muscle. Just tilting my head was nearly impossible. There was no way I’d be able to scrape myself up off the ground before morning. I couldn’t help but notice the massive metal door looming over me to my left. I shuddered thinking of a human revving up the engine and pulling out of their driveway on their morning commute, grinding my pathetic little self into a stain on the snowy concrete, without ever even noticing I was there. My heart pounded in my chest. I had to get help before sunrise. But how? I couldn’t move.

Maybe, maybe if I screamed at the top of my lungs, someone would hear my pathetic cries for help. I knew it was a long shot. I didn’t know what time it was but it had to be the middle of the night. Most of the humans who lived here must’ve been asleep, or at least trying to, given my owner’s love of wild parties and extremely loud music. Maybe someone would come out on the balcony to smoke again. But would they even pause to think about helping me? Or would they simply chuckle and challenge each other to see who could flick the most live cigarette butts onto my prone body?

I shuddered. There was practically no chance that someone with a heart would find me in time. I was so cold. So fucking cold I almost couldn’t feel my extremities. My legs were bare and covered in fresh fallen snow. My heart was slowing its tempo, becoming dangerously lulled by the ice in the air. My eyelids felt heavy as blood continued to drain from the cuts and scrapes covering my body. With a force I didn’t think possible given my weakened state, I just started to shout and wail into the black and uncaring nothing that was the night sky, stretching for eons above my tiny and insignificant frame. There was something compelling me to cry out. I had to hope against hope that someone would hear me and if I was very, very lucky they might even be compassionate enough to help me.

I focused all my energy on shouting as loud as I could. I knew I was still barely audible over the thrumming bass of the ceaseless music that seemed to taunt me in its rhythm. Here I was, dying in the snow and dirt, thrown out with the trash, and there, high above were the humans who’d put me here, completely consumed by their own selfish desires for pleasure. What did it matter if one little pet lived or died?

I was so weak. I just wanted to shut my eyes and let the world go black. At least I wouldn’t be in pain anymore. My throat was raw and my head was on fire. I sucked in more air and cried out again, wondering if that was all the strength I had left.

But this time… somehow… someone answered back. My heart skipped a beat, as my body shook from head to toe, not from the cold, but from sudden, paralyzing fear.

“H-hello? Are you okay??” A human voice. Female. High above and far away. Still, I quaked. What if this was a mistake? Should I have just waited a few more hours and mustered up the strength to drag myself out of direct danger? What if this human was even worse than the last? When she found me, would she smirk, bemused at this wonderful, new, little toy she’d found? What if she brought me inside, just to snap my neck between her two massive fingers? I was completely at her mercy. I couldn’t run, and she could do pretty much anything she wanted to. I’d be powerless to fight back.

This was a horrible mistake. I was about to be tortured or killed and this was all my own fault. I’d been stupid enough to call attention to myself and now I was about to pay the price. I held my breath, desperately hoping that, somehow, she’d pass right by me and not even notice. “Hello?? Is someone crying?” Footsteps in the snow. The crunching beneath this human’s shoes sounded to me like the grinding of bones. With each gigantic footfall, she was getting closer and closer. I wanted so desperately to run, but I was practically glued to the icy pavement.

I bit my lip as the footfalls got louder and louder. I was shaking, absolutely beside myself with fear… and then, the black rubber sole of a shoe suddenly descended until it was all I could see in my field of vision. She was about to step on me!! I couldn’t help screaming aloud in fear, “NO! P—please, pl-please nnoo!!”

Instead of the sharp peals of cruel laughter and the crushing weight of a giant heel pressing into my bones, I instead heard a gasp, and the foot disappeared from my view. I held my breath, waiting to see what this human did next.

“Hey little guy…. You had a pretty bad fall didn’t you? You poor little thing…” her voice was sing song-y, high pitched, soothing and sweet. I didn’t trust it for a second. Painfully, I turned my head a few degrees and was able to see she was crouched down, in the snow. This gave me a moment of relief. The threat of her foot looming over me was gone! But then, my heartbeat quickened anew as I saw her absolutely massive hands were heading straight for me! I shook like a leaf as those fingers, the tips of which were as big as my head, began to prod into my battered flesh and try to wrap around me. I squirmed to no affect. I was just so broken. Tears of both terror and frustration sprung in my eyes. In these final moments of my sad little life I could do nothing to protect myself from harm, “Shhh, shhh. It’s okay! It’s okay, little one. I know you’re scared. You must be so scared…. I won’t hurt you like they did, I promise.”

My skin recoiled from where her giant fingers pressed into me. She reached, rather painfully, around my shoulder and hip to pick me up off of the ground, which I was now partially frozen to. I winced as she ripped my tender flesh away from the rough concrete floor, “Come here, shhhhh, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve gotcha now… you’re okay…” she placed the pad of one finger behind the back of my battered skull, bearing the weight of my head, as she finally managed to scrape the rest of my body into her waiting palm. I found myself, entirely against my will, being lifted into the air. She kept softly repeating to me that I was going to be okay. In what way though? Alive, sure. But what kind of life awaited me, held captive in these hands?

Suddenly, she began to tip her palm as she pressed me against her chest. This was much too close. I was terrified, even in spite of the new, life-giving warmth that surrounded me. I tried my best to wriggle in protest, part of me hoping she might decide I wasn’t worth the trouble and put me down somewhere where I could hide until morning.

But no, of course not. What human could resist the wonderful temptation of a living, breathing doll that they could make do whatever they wanted? She was no different from those bastards upstairs. I grit my teeth. I could hardly put up a fight. Soon, she started to return to her home, me, curled up in a fetal position, cheek pressed against her massive thrumming heart. I was her prisoner and where she lead I had to follow.

The sound of rustling keys in a lock told me we’d arrived, and as she stepped inside, I’ll admit the heat of the indoor space was an incredible relief to my frozen fingers and toes. She spoke to me again, this time her voice reverberating through her chest in this strange, bodily echo, “Let’s get you warmed up, little fella….” I stayed silent and submissive. This was always the best course of action… resistance was seen as disrespect and disrespect was always punished. I didn’t think I could take another beating after everything I’d been through.

She carried me from one darkened room to another before returning to the front room where we had first entered, this space bathed in the warm glow of a table lamp. As she stepped into the light, I kept my eyes locked on hers, desperately trying to read her every expression for malice, even as she spoke sweetly. This front of gentleness and compassion could easily be part of the psychological game for her. I couldn’t let my guard down for a second. Every time she moved suddenly, or I felt her eyes on me, I shuddered, waiting for her to lash out and grab at me, or dangle me from some sore and bruised limb. Her brow furrowed slightly when I jumped under her gaze, “Let’s get you warmed up, huh? How’s that sound? This’ll feel nice I’ll bet….”

Her tone was warm, sweet, inviting. I still couldn’t bring myself to trust her. I’d just spent all night being tortured by one pair of clumsy, rough hands after another. What was one more pair to me but another source of pain and misery? Being wrapped up in my thoughts I was taken aback when I found myself sliding from her palm onto some new surface. I was suddenly free of her grip and clumsily lying on some electric blue fabric, that was wonderfully warm. A heating pad. My frozen limbs rejoiced in the sensation, as life returned to the nerves in the tips of my fingers and toes.“How’s that feel? Better?” I shook at the sudden intrusion of her voice again. I didn’t feel safe yet to speak, I just stared up at her, scared she would take away this wonderful heat if I said I liked it, just for the fun of torturing me. Her expression darkened, she seemed disappointed in my non-answer, “You poor, poor, little guy….” Before I could wriggle away, her finger tip was pressing into my curls, stroking the crown of my head. I had to fight to keep from bursting into tears. Her fingers were so big. She could hurt me with no more than an ounce of pressure and a flick of her finger. “Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just petting your little head…. It’s okay. Just relax, little guy. You’re safe with me.”

It was eerie. As though she’d read my thoughts. I flinched. How could I possibly know if I was safe with you? No other owner had been in the past. Not entirely. Even the ones who’d seemed to adore me at the beginning quickly got bored and lazy when it came to handling me. I squirmed under her gaze, wishing I could just be locked up back in my cage at home. Trapped yes, but insulated from the outside world. In my own little bubble where no prying fingers could break my bones or bruise my flesh.

As if on cue, the rhythmic thumping and pounding of the music, now thrumming directly above, entered my ears and I trembled, reminded of the hell that was that apartment, with those people. Maybe I didn’t want to go back to my cage after all. Maybe dealing with this one human, terrifying as she was, was better than the dozens of drunk idiots now stomping around above us. She watched me as I processed all of this, head tilted towards the sky. Her fingers, so dangerously near my body, twitched in anticipation. Was the reminder of my owner and the party above inspiring her to play with her new toy more roughly? I swallowed hard. She seemed to be thinking, processing just what to do with this tiny creature before her. I braced for her painful grip to incircle my pathetic little body.

Instead, she sucked in a quick breath, her brow furrowed almost as if… in concern? I didn’t know what to make of it, as I was scrambling to keep my heart from exploding in my chest. Then she spoke, “I’ll be right back, okay?” My eyes widened. Oh no. What torture did she have in mind for me now? What was she going to go get? I felt a sharp pain just below my heart on my left side, I gripped it instinctually, noticing for the first time the bright crimson stain there on my dirtied white undershirt. I bared my teeth and winced. I wasn’t getting out of here any time soon. Not with all of these injuries. What was she going to do to me?

I began to think of all the ways I’d been tortured before: hands and feet bound before being tossed in water, humans howling with laughter as I drowned and sank. Suspended high, up against a board by push pins pressed into the collar of my shirt, and becoming the new bullseye for drunken games of darts (I was lucky that everyone had been too drunk that night to hit their intended target). Pinched by nothing but my ankle and being lowered closer and closer to the rapidly spinning blades of a blender, screaming in terror as the metal, twirling so fast it was one chrome blur, ripped and sliced at the hair on my head. Not to mention all of the absolutely horrible sexual things I’d been made to watch and participate in.

And now, I was all alone. Feeling positively tiny in this massive room. I heard sounds across the cavernous space, the rustling of things. The clink of metal on porcelain, the beeping and subsequent hum of a microwave. My mind raced to try to figure out what she was doing. If only I could get my legs working, I could try to escape. But there was no chance of that. I was still only half thawed out, never mind my bruised and busted body. No, I was stuck here. Completely at her mercy. At least with Claire, the torture was something anticipated, familiar. I had no idea what this woman had in store for me. I quaked as I heard her footsteps approach. Was she going to kill me?

#Our poor boy!#Nobody’s Fool #g/t #g/t au #g/t writing #g/t community #g/t angst #giant/tiny #size difference #oc:penn #bonus chapter

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bangtans-bubs · 3 years

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Hii could you do one about how bts would react to our moans being hot or loud (or both) and how turned on they'll be ?? Just discovered your blog, I'm following you ! 🤗

BTS Reaction #3: When you moan loudly + being turned on

a/n: Hey army! To the army that requested this, I hope you like it and thank you for the support 💜! I've been working on a couple requests, so feel free to submit any ideas. To the army that requested the Mafia Min Yoongi, I’M ALMOST DONE, JUST HANG ON A LITTLE LONGER!!!

warning: obv smut ;)

word count: (approx. 220+ per member)

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> Kim Namjoon (RM)

Being turned on: He man spreads quite often when he’s feeling hot to get some space down there. He isn’t very handsy with you because touching you would only tempt him to fuck you against the nearest wall right then and there. He doesn’t allow you to touch him in a provoking manner either and if you do dare try to, the way he glares at you would be enough to halt your actions. He giggles often too, and he tends to blush when you make a dirty remark to him. He may put on an innocent act in front of others, but he’s filthy as fuck when it’s just you and him in a room.

Reaction to your moans: Namjoon has a very deep voice, so when he groans or makes a sound in bed, it almost always overpowers yours. Since he’s always down to do try new things, you suggested that he uses handcuffs on you, and he excitedly agreed to that. He took advantage of the fact that your hands are now restrained and decided to tease you. He would run his long, slender fingers along your wet, aching folds in an attempt to hear you beg. Since you were the only one experiencing physical pleasure, Namjoon was able to clearly hear your heavy moans. The way your hips jerked up when he hit a nerve and the way you moaned his name was enough for him to place his length at your entrance before he began thrusting. His thrusts would be very rough, your moans almost being covered by the sound of his hips making contact with your ass.

> Kim Seokjin

Being turned on: Jin becomes very handy when he wants you, and the majority of times it doesn’t matter who’s around you both. He has a few ways to grab your attention in public and he’ll desperately try all of them. The first attempt would consist of a message like, “A quickie in 5?” If he sees that you haven’t checked your phone or are ignoring his needs, he’ll use his second tactic. He’ll stare at you from across the room knowing damn well that you sense his gaze on you. If that doesn’t work too, he’ll use his final tactic, which is a tricky one, but knowing him he’ll be pretty slick with it. He’ll walk to where you and the others are standing and would initiate a conversation between all of you. Once he’s done with the small talk, he’ll lean down to whisper, “Be out in 5 minutes.”

When you try to refuse, he’ll let out a dry chuckle before saying, “I wasn’t asking.”

Reaction to your moans: He knows when you’re about to reach your climax by the way you tighten around him, but when he hears you moaning loudly, he’ll have you turned towards him in the missionary position. You’re never really loud in bed either, but your heavy moans had caught Jin off guard, encouraging him to keep going. He’d thrust into you faster to hear another moan slip out of your mouth and that’s what brings him to the edge. Even after you finish, he’d thrust a couple more times to overstimulate you, to try and hear you scream one last time.

> Min Yoongi (Suga)

Being turned on: He’s well experienced at suppressing his feelings, so it’s hard to tell when he’s feeling freaky. The only way you can notice that he’s bothered is when his tongue constantly darts out to wet his lips, but he does it very slowly while he locks eyes with you. He’d try to keep his growth from peaking by clenching his legs closed or covering himself with the nearest object until he’s calmer. He’d have a certain type of look on his face that yells for you to stop teasing, but his reactions only motivate you to keep going.

Reaction to your moans: He’s used to your nasty talking in bed more than your moans. You assumed her got off a lot faster when he hears you whispering filthy words into his ears, but your assumptions were proved wrong. When you let out a hefty moan against the nape of his neck, he was quick to flip the both of you over, so that you were now straddling his hips, holding onto him for dear life. His consistent thrusts made your legs shake and feeling the way you tightened around his length and hearing the sweet sounds that left your mouth sounded like music to his ears. So, now you’ve realized that your heavy moans can do all kinds of wonders to Suga.

> Jung Hoseok (J-Hope/Hobi)

Being turned on: Hobi is probably the easiest member to read when he’s turned on. Even if his members are trying to have a conversation with him, their voices would be muted to him because he’d be too busy replaying your moans in his head. He’d constantly eye you down in an attempt to send you a sign that he’s needy for your touch. He’s very fidgety as well. He usually bounces his legs up and down or would fidget around with his belt or shirt buttons. The longer he waits, the better the payout for you.

Reaction to your moans: He’d be taken aback by how loudly you cried out his name, but that won’t stop him from licking you clean. He knew how well to use his tongue since he did have to go through some training regarding his tongue movements for rapping. The louder you moaned, the faster his tongue moved. He made sure to touch every part of your aching core and even moaned against it, sending vibrations through your body like electricity. He pulled away to see your reaction more clearly, but to that, you responded with grunts from the loss of touch. That’s when he really goes down on you, adding two of his fingers to thrust into you while his mouth worked at your core. When he wanted to hear you more, he’d remove his lips from your core and begin to pepper sloppy kisses along your inner thighs.

> Park Jimin

Being turned on: His eyes would widen and his pupils would be dilated, a dark colour hue filled with lust. He’s also one to not give a shit about the others surrounding you and is very bold with his actions. He’d walk up to you and start flirting, his teeth teasingly tugging at his plump, lower lips once he finishes his sentence. He’ll get up close and personal, towering over you like a menace in front of the others. He would then walk away from you, most likely to a more private setting, leaving you all hot and bothered. Within seconds, you would find yourself trailing behind him, only to lose sight of him. You’d continue to walk around in search of him, but then, you’d feel a pair of hands pull you into a room by your hips, slamming the door shut behind you.

Reaction to your moans: Even if your mind tells you to be quiet during sex, his actions will make your body say otherwise. He has always loved hearing your sweet sounds, but he never knew you can get louder than you already were. He’d throw his head back in reaction to your loud moan, revealing the soft skin of his neck. Before you can leave a trail of marks on it, he would move away to tease you, knowing that he can get you to moan as loud as before. He thought he had already heard the loudest moan of yours, but hearing the one that just slipped your mouth, only exhilarated him. He took it as a challenge to see how far he can push you before hearing another one of those hefty moans slip.

> Kim Taehyung (V)

Being turned on: He isn’t one to become fidgety or handsy when he’s turned on. It would be hard for him to take his eyes off you because of all the dirty thoughts fogging his mind. If you unintentionally turn him on, he’d pull you to the side for a little fun, having a makeup session being the furthest point. If you tease him on purpose, it won’t take him a second to pull you away to teach you a lesson about teasing in public. A way to quickly catch onto Tae’s intentions would be from the way he gazes into your eyes. He has a habit of lifting his chin a slight bit before he licks his lips, staring down at you. To which he knows makes you weak in the legs.

Reaction to your moans: He has only heard your heavy moans during drunk sex because things tend to get a little wild, but when he heard you let out a loud moan right against his ears, that was it for him. He loves foreplay because that’s where he can tease you the most, but hearing you loudly moan his name made him hard and needy in an instant. He would have you on all fours, gently pressing down on your shoulder blade so that your ass was sticking up. He’d wrap his hands around your neck and would bring you closer to him, wanting to hear how good he’s making you feel.

> Jeon Jungkook

Being turned on: He’s very subtle and isn’t obvious when he’s feeling heated around others because of your teasing. You both tend to tease each other at a majority of the events you attend together. When you tease him with the intention of breaking his self-control, you’ll see a cheeky smile appear on his face while he runs his tongue along the insides of his left cheek. He’d join you and the others, speaking as if he comes in peace, but this is just an excuse for him to teasingly trail his hand around your waist, pulling you right against him. He knows exactly what to do and say to get your gears turning.

Reaction to your moans: Jungkook usually works your body to the point where he’ll have you screaming and writhing for more, but he has never seen you become this loud. A part of him was worried that your moan was loud because he’s hurting you, but deep down he knew what kind of freak you were. He’d try to note down what he did differently to hear these sounds from you and once he realizes, he won’t do it so often. If pulling your hair, choking you or just getting railed real hard is what made you moan so loud, he’ll keep those tricks in hand to use at the very end. He also knows that overstimulating you would cause you to moan his name out loud, which is another reason why he waits to use your weakness against you till the end.

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xbaepsae · 3 years

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the ebb and flow | part eight

“Of course, in your final moments of life, only he would occupy your thoughts.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au

word count: 1.1k

rating: pg-13

warnings: language, near-death experience, vulnerability

a/n: oof. sorry this chapter took so long to get out. hope you all enjoy it anyway! xoxo

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the fifth summer – in which he saves you

For as long as you can remember, you’ve never been too fond of water.

The first time you stepped foot into a big body of water—also known as, the community pool a few blocks away from your childhood home—you cried. For some reason, a lot of water terrified you. You tried taking lessons once, but your instructor couldn’t even get you to step within five feet of the pool.

And your father never forced you to go back.

Over the years, you’ve tried to lessen the fear. And for the most part, you’re not scared of water anymore. You can sit in pools and be on the beach just fine. The only thing is, you still haven’t learned how to swim.

It’s like your body is just incapable of doing so.

There are only a select number of people who know you can’t swim—Namjoon and Haru, to name a few. Which is why they tried to talk you out of doing the canoe races. The weather is always unpredictable, as you never know what the gods are bickering about. And your friends were right: something bad was bound to happen, which is why you should’ve listened to them earlier.

But your stupid ego always seems to be in the way.

As you sink further down into the depth of the water, fear and anxiety begin to fill your veins. Is this really how you’re going to die? Being a demigod means life isn’t certain because danger always lurks in the smallest of places; however, drowning has never been on your list of possible causes.

What a way to out of this world, y/n.

You could already see Charon waiting for you on that boat of his, ready to take you across the river and into the Underworld. A part of you wondered if he’d laugh at you—laugh at the pitiful way you died. Then again, you’ve heard enough stories to know his expression always remained stoic.

Maybe you’ll even end up in Elysium, though you’re not sure you’ve done enough good in the world to deserve a place there. All you’ve been concerned with these last few years is how to get Jeongguk back.

Jeongguk.

Of course, in your final moments of life, only he would occupy your thoughts. How rude and inconsiderate of him. You should be thinking about your sweet friends or your father—but no, the only thing you can see is Jeon Jeongguk’s stupid face in your mind.

Still, you do find it a bit ironic now; you’re terrified of water—literally drowning at the moment—and he’s the son of the sea god.

Life sure does work in mysterious ways.

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Jeongguk’s POV

All the screaming makes him turn around.

Jeongguk takes a glance behind him, where Athena’s canoe wades only a few feet away. Most demigods feared weather like this—the wild winds and restless waters only promised destruction. But it doesn’t bother him.

This is his father’s domain and Jeongguk feels at ease.

Until he counts the members of Athena’s canoe and realizes that one person is missing—more specifically, you. For the first time in a while, he actually feels his chest tighten in fear. Where did you go? There isn’t anywhere to go—not for miles. Except—

“Oh my god, she can’t swim!”

One of the younger campers on your canoe screams this, and Jeongguk feels something hot settle in his stomach. Without a second thought, he dives into the water.

It doesn’t take him long to spot you, and it seems your half-sibling was right—you really can’t swim. As odd as that sounds to his ears, he swims to you anyway. At the sight of your closed eyes and limp body, a weird sensation tugs at his heart. Why do you have to look so damn vulnerable right now?

Jeongguk realizes then that he’d rather take your fire—the way you’re always challenging him and the anger you possessed—over this frail girl any day.

He wraps his arms around your frame easily, pulling you back to the surface without much difficulty. Lifting you into the canoe, he watches as your half-siblings rush to you. After they take one look at your pale complexion, one bursts into tears while the others rush to perform CPR.

For once, Jeongguk feels useless as he moves back into his own canoe that has pulled up beside Athena’s.

“That was impressive.”

Turning, Jeongguk notices another canoe has pulled up—probably wondering what all the commotion was. His eyes settle on the voice, and he tries not to roll his eyes. But when it concerns the son of Hades, he often cannot help himself.

“Don’t start getting any ideas, Min,” he scowls.

Yoongi has the audacity to smirk. “You said it, not me.”

“I did what any person would do.” Jeongguk doesn’t know why he’s being so defensive. He’s never this defensive.

“Right,” Yoongi hums. “Because saving your sworn rival is totally normal.”

Jeongguk wants nothing more than to rub that stupid look on Yoongi’s face away. Just because he is amicable with the son of Hades—a fellow demigod of the Big Three, and therefore someone he could relate to—it doesn’t mean he isn’t opposed to inflicting a hint of damage. Though, before he can do such a thing, there’s a coughing fit coming from Athena’s cabin.

Relief fills him at the sight of you coughing up water. That’s a good sign. You’re going to be okay.

“Let’s get her to the infirmary,” someone says, and Jeongguk watches as your cabin rushes back to shore.

The rest of the canoes soon follow; even though the weather is starting to clear up, and the winds aren’t as brisk anymore, there’s no point in continuing the races now. Not after what everyone just witnessed.

Once they’re back on shore, Jeongguk jumps out of the canoe and his feet seem to move on their own accord—towards the Big House. Towards the infirmary. What? He shakes his head and decides to go in the opposite direction.

“I saw that slight hesitation, Jeon.”

Jeongguk looks behind him, where Yoongi casually gives him a look. He realizes that Yoongi really seems to be getting a kick out of tormenting him today.

“You saw nothing,” he says, turning back around and towards the cabins instead.

Yoongi moves to match his pace, and Jeongguk looks down at the boy donned in all-black. He has no clue why the dress code doesn’t apply to the son of Hades. “Keep telling yourself that. Denial is normal.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yoongi laughs. “I guess we’ll just have to see how this unfolds, don’t we?”

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honsool | myg (m.)

synopsis ↳the ongoing war between two countries has finally been settled once and for all after two decades. Emperor Min Yoongi now rules and he’s able to rest after five years of holding the throne, that is, when he orders to have a private session with the districts best — yet the dynamic of the encounter changes.

— historical!au

→pairing: emperor!min yoongi x gisaeng!female reader

→genre: smut, crack, pwp

→word count: 2.3k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, drunk yoongi (duh lol), unprotected sex (pls wrap it up), exhibitionism (a little), overstimulation, impreg kink, teasing, oral sex (f receiving), some spitting, some ass slapping, creampie, hair-pulling, yoongi is a total dom but he’s also soft (don’t @ me), daddy kink (more like the use of “sir”)

song rec: “honsool” by agust d

a/n: just PURE fucking, filthy SMUT with 0% plot & NOT edited because i’m a SLUT for AGUST D/SUGA/YOONGI MIN! FuCK, like if you haven’t listened to D-2 yet, you’re clearly lacking some good DICK in ur life so make sure you go stream it because FUCK have I NOT been able to function since it’s release & the whole album has been on repeat & GODDAMMIT I am now officially YOONGI’s MAIN BITcH!!!

☞ disclaimer: Please drink responsibly. If any of the warnings listed above offends you in any way, please do not read. I am not 100% knowledgable of the history of Korea, therefore if any characters, settings, and/or facts/statements are incorrect, please disregard. However, this body of text is for entertainment purposes only. All characters, settings, scenarios, and dialogue are fictitious. Any similarity to events or persons, whether living or dead, is coincidental.

You’d been arranged a sudden journey to the dong of Myeongryebang, having received a letter from a nearby official that the emperor of Korea has requested your services. You carried nothing more than your cloth, tight-fitted hanbok. The emperor you’d heard of went by the name: Min Yoongi. Many townspeople spilt gibberish about his supposedly “ravishing” looks, yet you had never encountered him — not even once. If you could have pulled extra information from within “the book of gossips amongst the people of Jung-gu” you’d also discover that citizens raved mostly about his feline tendencies. Which was odd enough, you wouldn’t have known until you actually met him.

It was a brief moment when you’d taken in his appearance for the first time, and sure enough everyone was right. He looked exactly like a cat that it was nearly frightening. But fascinating at the same time. His rich, coffee-colored irises captured your attention. Evidently, you never knew any man with such intriguing, hooded lids that peer into your soul as if you’d just set up a “For Sale” sign. But it wasn’t just the eyes, it was him entirely. Lengthy, blonde strands draped down his figure, paired with those golden charms that dangled and adorned his ears. The geumbak-printed pattern of his black, silky hanbok shimmered on sight, startling whomever within his vicinity.

Yet again, it wasn’t just that.

The final attribute that grasped your attention, maybe even just did it for you like a finishing touch. The massive scar over his left eye, almost as if a sword had taken a clean slice. You’d only assumed it was evidence from a battle in which he’d won. But it was oh, so beautiful. The blemish spoke a thousand words — showing you that he’s powerful, willing, loyal, and courageous.

The moment Emperor Min laced his fingers around your waist and gazed deeply into your eyes, after you’d cited a few old Korean proverbs and sang a song, your entire being electrified with an overwhelming sense of lust. It was almost as if he’d lured you into a trance. And before you knew it, his cupid bow-shaped lips smashed with yours. The slightly dry texture rubbing against your top lip, and tugging your bottom lip back into place. His brawny, large hands grasped you tighter, pulling you flush to his body.

He smelt of flowers you’d happen upon somewhere in the fields, and his lips tasted of the deep, red bokbunja-ju he doused during your performance. He was intoxicated; the blackberries working as an aphrodisiac, clouding his judgment that he could no longer control himself, needing some type of relief especially during these hard times — a dry spell long overdue. He tugs your lip and sucks harshly, his kisses filled with nothing but lust and hunger. His erection throbs reluctantly at the sound of your soft whimpers.

“Shhh, princess. Can’t let anyone hear us, now can we?” He pulls away to whisper in your ear, sending chills down your spine. You nod your head in a “no” gesture, fully aware that your duties are to not involve sexual or romantic matters within your line of work — all the more reason the situation is exhilarating. His thumb and index finger lift your chin up and he cocks his eyebrow at you.

“Answer me, princess.” He demands, a slight sparkle in his eye from the ambient light of the oil lamps in the palace.

“Yes, Sir.” You slip, with a whine followed afterward. A coy smirk appears on his face, and he slips his hand behind your head to pull you towards his lips again, and this time he presses further. His tongue glides across your bottom lip, and you give in easily consumed by him and nothing but him. Before you could process everything, the night had just begun with pieces of your hanbok strewn across the flooring of the bedroom, left only in your undergarment. He has you underneath him, caged in his embrace as he hovers over you, planting love bites along your chest and being cautious to delicately nip at your neck and jawline, to not mark you enough that people would notice his markings on your body. The harmony of muffled moans and wet kisses fills your eardrums.

Your fingers find placement in Yoongi’s mane, the silky strands landing gracefully along and around your skin. Having removed your jeogori, your breasts on full display, Yoongi eases down your body to place kisses along your sternum and tummy. He trails his lips back up again and presses them against your nipples, easing his tongue out to work in a clockwise motion around your areola. His lips encase around your stiff bud, sucking ever so greatly, resulting in a rapid heat building down below. You quietly slip a whine, grinding yourself up against him.

“Look at you.. Warm and ready for me.” Yoongi coos while massaging your tits and flicking his tongue along your nips.

“Should I fill you up with my children? Make you so full of me that when anyone asks of your Emperor, all you’ll think of is how full you are of his cum, hm?” His fingers dig into your sides while he continues to suck your breasts as if they oozed milk. You delay in answering him, and he slaps your thigh, a sudden gasp escaping your lips.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, princess.”

You nod quickly, “Y-yes, Sir!” Desperate for his touch and cock.

“I don’t think you deserve my children, do you?” He abruptly stops his sucking session, and you squirm in response, needing to feel his mouth on you due to the rising heat within your core.

“Yes! I do, Sir. Please. Want you to fill me up so much.”

Your desperate cries and his desire to roam your body leaves Yoongi with no choice but to un-tie your dari sokgot. His fingers find placement on the thick material, the veins in his hands popping as he does so. Your wet pussy revealed to his eyes. He hums in response, flinging the fabric out of reach. Your impatience grows, as Yoongi places kisses along your abdomen, moving along your inner thighs. He notes your hips bucking in response to his ministrations.

“Patience, my princess.” Your eyebrows furrow due to the arousal peaking within the pit of your tummy. You need him badly, it’s now or never. Your kitty clenches, and it’s as if he senses this, his cold fingers slither up and down your folds.

“Mmm, Yoongi.” You moan, bucking your hips upwards yet again. He plants a gentle kiss on the mound of your cunt, slowly easing down to your outer lips, teasing you just an inch more. He uses his index and middle fingers to spread your lips apart, displaying your throbbing, drenched, cunt that aches for his attention. He gazes upon you and notes your fucked out expression — a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Is this all for me, hm?” His warm breath blanketing your core as his fingers coat themselves with your wetness, dragging them along your folds and salivating at the sight. You nod as a reply, your nerves anticipating for his next move. His thumb pulls your clitoral hood back and he teases yet again with a soft kiss straight onto the bud.

Your legs fight back, wiggling and writhing underneath him, but he applies pressure onto you, holding you still to the bed. Your core glistens in the small space of the atmosphere, and with that his tongue lays flat and glides up your lips in one lick.

“Ungh, Yoongi!”

It’s the eyes. They will be the death of you, literally. Yoongi glares into your hooded lids as his tongue travels up, down, and all around your core. He continues to eat you out as if it’s his last meal, like the 너비아니 (neobiani) he’d consumed for dinner that same night. Savory, juicy, and full of flavor. He laps and sucks at your clit, making the most obscene noises with his tongue and lips that drive you wild. Your hips grind in rhythm towards his gestures. A shot of vibration flows from below. You realize Yoongi is moaning into you and it’s nearly enough for your orgasm to impend. He pulls away to drop a line of saliva onto your already soaked pussy, he eases his index finger inside of you, your walls calling his name as they continue to contract, drawing his finger in deeper.

“Mmm that’s right, princess. So tight and warm all for me.” His digits slide in and out continuously while rubbing your clit with his thumb. He eases in a second finger, stretching you slightly to prepare you for his member soon. His tongue finds your clit again, flicking and sucking harshly. Your toes naturally begin to curl, your fingers find their path into Yoongi’s strands, pulling tightly.

“I-I’m going to-” Your breath hitches and Yoongi witnesses your reaction, admiring the vision in front of him.

“Cum.” He more-so demands, rather than finishing your sentence for you. His fingers still inside of your cunt, rubbing against that one spot in your walls, with his lips wrapped around your clit.

But again.

It was the sight of those feline eyes, focusing on you, that was enough for your orgasm to crash upon you. Your thighs trembled and shaked violently, while calling out his name, and Yoongi wasn’t sure if it was the wine he’d become drunk off of, but there was a sentiment of nostalgia there. Hearing you murmur his name repeatedly, like it was a daily prayer or mantra. Your walls contracted around his fingers, and he couldn’t place another feeling in the universe that he’d rather feel everyday for the rest of his life and never grow weary of. Observing the blissful expression on your face from his simple gesture of pleasing you, sparked something in him.

Yet, the night advanced with his naked form underneath you. His breathtaking, blonde mane strewn along the bed of which you both laid upon. You distractedly began playing with the strands, admiring how lengthy each fibre was. His cock erect and mushroom tip a deep-rosy shade of color, oozed of precum. He stroked his member as he watched you pet his hair softly, which felt like pure silk.

“Princess?” He slips while loosening his grip from stroking himself. Your eyes meet his, and he’s already smiling softly at you.

“Yes, Emperor Min?” Yoongi snarks at your sudden formality. A smirk re-appearing on his face.

“That’s not what you were just calling me a few minutes ago.” You roll your eyes in return, which results in a harsh smack on your left ass cheek.

“Going to be nice to me, now?”

Your eyebrows furrow in response to the small shock of pain, slightly turned on at the same time. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Hm, good girl.” Yoongi wraps his fingers around his cock, and you take note of how gorgeous it is. He’s not too big and not too small, just right. He rubs his member along your folds, coating his tip and mixing your juices with his precum. You slowly sink yourself down onto him. His hands grip your hips to help ease you down further, and there’s a slight burn from the thickness of him that feels beyond words. He stretches you more than you have been before, and you can’t help but moan his name for the thousandth time. He bucks upwards, giving you the last few inches of himself and he’s buried to the hilt.

“Oh, Princess!” He moans, and it even shocks you. Some part of you feel that it’s the alcohol talking. “Wow, you’re so wet. You feel so good, I don’t want- Fuck. Please don’t leave me. Stay. Stay here with me. I’ll arrange for us a-” he cuts himself off, eyes shutting at the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his shaft.

“Wedding. We’ll get married and have- we’ll have” You move yourself up and come back down, and again. And again. Your hips grind back and forth, sucking his cock inside of you and gliding along your walls. Your head falls back, completely wrapped up in the pleasure of his rock-hard member massaging your walls to the fullest amount of pleasure. He felt amazing, and he still does.

“Children. Many children.” Yoongi bucks back up into you again, gaining some control. And he doesn’t let up, no. For the remainder of the night, he fucked you into oblivion — orgasm after orgasm followed. You’d ended the night, wrapped up in his arms, trembling from overstimulation. But, it wasn’t the first time. It continued this way, every night when he’d drink himself into a pool of lust, and he loved fucking you. You even recalled one night when he couldn’t hold himself any longer yet again and proceeded to screw you from behind at the gates near the entrance of the palace. He slipped your sokgot completely off and bent you over, ramming into you relentlessly, his hand covered your mouth to muffle your moans and groans.

A rush of excitement coursed through you, knowing that the guards could catch the two of you consumed in your lewd actions. The sound of Yoongi’s balls slapping against your ass, echoes within your thoughts as you recall the memory. You remember the stinging sensation from the breeze freezing your ass cheeks mixed with the pleasure of Yoongi’s balls deep inside you.

“Don’t ever want to stop fucking you, my princess.” His hand grips your hair, pulling it back in a rough manner. Your back flushed against his chest as he whispers in your ear, “Have my children.”

With his last few thrusts, your body jerking forward, Yoongi pants as his orgasm crashes upon him. His groin tightens and stiffens itself, streams of his cum spurts deep into your core, coating your insides with nothing but him. He rests his forehead onto your shoulder, his warm breath smothering your cheek, contrasting with the cool, fall weather of the night.

“I love you, dear ____.”

A small sigh of relief escapes your lips. And at this moment, you couldn’t ask for anything else to make you happier, the warmth of Yoongi’s cum seeping from your sore kitty and the sound of his raspy voice causes your heart to flutter, and now you feel like you’re flyin’.

#ficswithluv #plotsofpastel #btsgoldnet #magicshopnet #yoongi smut #suga smut #min yoongi #yes i really just posted in honor of #agust d2 #yoongi's vocals in #honsool #made me do this #bangtanlalaland

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Kim Seokjin

Make You Scream Now, when I say this is a wild ride is because I truly mean it. There is nothing like this out there I assure you. Reese is a mastermind. You won’t regret reading it. [crack, smut, Monsters Inc. AU]

A Lullaby on Canvas Pure amazing plot and writing. If smut with plot is your thing, you got urself a masterpiece right here. [smut, siren AU, neighbour AU]

Dick n’ Go It never ceases to surprise me how well thought out their plots are + I laughed at the “five star dick” more than I should have bc I totally see Jinnie pulling that off [smut, crack]

Eight You may be hesitant to read an octopus hybrid Jin but please, this is so well written its just *chefs kiss* [smut, Hybrid AU]

Folia I never knew I needed an alien AU until I read this. Do yourself a favour and read it. [smut, Alien AU]

Kiss It Better A quick but amazing read. Seokjin + crack and f2l?? SIGN ME UP [smut, crack, f2l]

Golden Boy Love me some amazingly written smut with plot. Because what’s better than Pornstar Kim Seokjin? Neighbour pornstar Kim Seokjin.[smut, Neighbour AU, Pornstar AU]

Better With You This three part fake dating with kinda chaebol Seokjin is juts *chefs kiss* definitely one of my faves [smut, angst, Fake Dating AU]

Min Yoongi

The Touch of Silk You know what’s better than vampire Yoongs? Sugar Daddy Vampire Yoongs. Do you even need to know more? [smut, Sugar Daddy AU, Vampire AU]

Talk One of the most well-written two shots out there. I simply loved it. Most probably read it when I should have been doing homework but hey, Phone Sex operator Yoongi is so worth it. [smut, Phone Sex Operator AU]

Book of The Beasts: From the Ashes I’m a sucker for anything mythical and this is definitely no exception. It has an amazing plot and build up. 1000/10 [smut, angst, Witch AU, Mythical Shifter AU]

Owner Training Okay hear me out, I love reading fanfics but I almost never something longer than a one shot bc otherwise I wouldn’t graduate but this. This right here ladies, gentlemen and non binary buddies, is so so worth your time. I’m a sucker for hybrid Yoongi yeah. [crack, fluff, smut, Hybrid AU]

Snake Kisses If your thing is grumpy Yoongs, mix it a little bit with this amazingly written Hybrid fic and you’ve got: perfection! Danger noodle are my favourite words since I read this. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Glass Pure amazing filth by this amazing author. Spare a few minutes and read this masterpiece. Thank You. [smut]

Inheritance There are a few shots in this one and truth be told you will find yourself reading them all. This one is kinda angsty but it is so so good. Again, grumpy Yoongi hybrid is my fave. [fluff, smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

Demon! Yoongi I distinctively remember having this one in my to-read list and saying ‘I’ll just read this one and head to bed’ on a school night bc my sleep deprived ass read “2.1 k words” but it really was “22.1k” and so… yeah. It was so amazing I ended up reading it all in one go. Education is important but this Demon Yoongi fic is more important. Don’t quote me on that. [smut, Demon AU] Catharsis Hello my fellow kinky Yoongi enthusiasts, I bring you an amazing fic full of smut with some amazing plot behind and character development. [smut]

Android!Yoongi Excuse me while I go and weep in a corner. This is a scenario I didn’t know I needed so much. 24k yeah, but it is so so worth it. [smut, angsty, Android AU]

Mighty I can’t recall details because I tend to read to sleep BUT GRUMPY CAT YOONGI IS A THING. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Love and Laughter A quick read, but I’m a sucker for established relationship drabbles. [smut, fluff]

Tonight If daechwita Yoongs did something to you, spare a few minutes to read this masterpiece. [smut, Historical AU]

Make Me FRIENDS TO LOVERS + SLEEPOVER. THAT’S IT. [smut]

Bent Will Heavy kinky stuff ahead. That is about enough. [smut]

Daechwita The title is pretty self-explanatory. If you haven’t read this masterpiece, I honestly- don’t know where you’ve been. [smut, Historical AU]

Give It To Me Hello fellow kinky Yoongi enthusiats, again. Shibari is a thing here. Enjoy. [smut]

Want a Taste?

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it all the time, SMUT WITH PLOT. Yoongi rapper while working in a mall is something I didn’t know I needed. As always, amazing writing and plot. [smut, humour-ish, Mall Worker AU]

Mixtape

Let me tell ya something, this fic right here has slipped from my fingers more than once, but I just loved it so so much that I’ve spent hours looking for it without remembering the title. A FAVE. Amazing writing and an even more incredible character development. A MUST READ. [smut, fluff, comedy, College AU]

Tsundere

The pure essence of Yoongi’s life lessons mixed with a tiny bit of bad boy vibe and smut. [angst, smut, College AU]

Tricks of the Trade

This was such a fun and sexy reading! I LOVED IT SO MUCH. Can you just imagine swapping bodies with your crush okay look no further. Here it is. [smut, humour, fluff, Soulmate AU]

The Singularity Theory

Three parts of absolutely worthy Min Yoongi smut with plot [smut, comedy, college AU]

Nine Months From Now

SMUT. WITH. PLOT. And a hell of a plot I absolutely love CEO Yoongi [smut, fluff, CEO AU]

To Love an Empress

Ummm hello? This piece of art is just- idk absolutely brilliant to say the least. I am in love with the writing okay and you know im a sucker for smut with plot.[smut, fluff, Historical AU]

Jung Hoseok

Airplane Pt.2 I’m not saying that I can totally picture Hobi in this scenario but maybe I am. Welcome to the mile high club, everybody. [smut, Sugar Daddy AU]

Fake Love I’m a cliché lover okay. [smut, fluff, fake dating, enemies to lovers]

Rogue Galaxy SMUT. WITH. PLOT. May you feel blessed with Kristi’s amazingly written masterpiece. [angst, fluff, smut, alien AU]

Kim Namjoon

Hammer it Home I started reading this in the middle of my customs and tariffs class and somewhere along the middle I kinda forgot I started reading it BUT MY MY THIS IS *chef’s kiss* one of the most amazing smut with plot I’ve read in a while. [fluff, smut]

The Moment Pleasantly Frightful Joonie here is a devil, you are an inexpirenced witch [smut]

What Friends are For Joonie is kinda inexperienced but hey, making sure he gets it is what friends are for. [smut, BFF AU]

Love Bites

YESSSS VAMPIRE JOONIE [smut, Vampire AU]

Park Jimin

Love Me, Love Me I read this in a sleepy haze for the first time but ever since, I’ve re-read it bc it is just so good! One of my hybrid faves tbh [smut, Hybrid AU]

Book of The Beasts: The Hunt I was so caught up with the story from the beginning, no words, just do yourself a favour and read it. [fluff, smut, angst, Mythical Shifter AU]

A Serpent’s Flower Part 1 and Part 2 You gotta read these if you wanna have a good laugh but still get the sexy writing in it + if you like HP AUs okay. The plot is so rich I loved it.

20 Things (and Counting) I Hades about You Cocky Jimin makes an appearance in this one as Hades’ embodiment and lemme tell ya I’m here for it. [crack, angst, Greek Gods AU]

Beneath the Water by @jungshookz ExcuSE YOU, this is easily the best mermaid/merman AU I’ve read. It really takes you places, please read it. [fluff, crack, smut, mermaid AU]

The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock [pit] This was so so fun to read, plus, it is so well written I might cry. The plot is so original is2g. I never knew I needed Jimin as a pilot in my life, but we all do. [fluff, smut, crack, pilot!AU]

Everywhere One of my werewolf AU faves in this site, this so smutty I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT [smut, Werewolf AU]

Sleeping on the Couch Hello there cute smutty drabbles. It is so entertaining, just read ahead. [smut, fluff]

Shewolf by @dovechim

You should know by now this is the author of some AMAZINGLY WRITTEN SMUT so just go ahead please [smut, werewolf AU]

Love Like This If your thing is soft boyfriend Jiminie, look no further, this will make you feel things for sure. [smut, fluff]

User: Mochibuns95 There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for camboy Jimin, now make it a “we kinda know each other but not really” and you got this brilliant plot! Kudos to the author, you are an absolute genius! [smut, Camboy AU]

Lovebug Gimme some more of this angsty smutty hybrid Jimin slowly learning to love himself YESSS [angst, fluff, smut, Hybrid AU]

Dress Code If you haven’t thought about CEO Jimin in a nsfw type of way. Stop lying to yourself. Read this. [smut, CEO AU]

So it Goes

A 3 part masterpiece. Once again I kinda cried reading it. It must have been hormonal. Or perhaps the amazing way it is written. [fluff, smut, Alien AU]

Power Play

Okay so I went on a reading spree for Addie but can you even blame me? SHE IS AN AMAZING WRITER PERIODT. FEED ME THAT FILTH WITH AMAZING PLOT. Definitely one of my faves. I can promise you your heart will skip a beat with this one. [smut, fluff, Pornstar AU]

Watch Me, Watch You

Listen up, I can’t be the only one that has found a TA attractive as fuck. Now bring Jimin into it? YES PLEASE [smut, college AU]

Kim Taehyung

1-800-music-street

Ahem. Excuse you. This hit hard it is amazing, astounding, I loved every word of it. I’m a sucker for smut with plot and this right here, delivered. Homeless but passionate for music Tae is here to save the day. [fluff, smut]

All That Is Gold I’ll said it once, I’ll say it until I die, AMAZING PLOTS THAT NEVER FAIL TO DELIVER. Tae is a sugarbaby here. [smut, angst, roommate AU]

Plunge Hybrid shy Tae is a thing here [smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

Fun & Games Soft smutty lover Tae is a dream come true in this one [fluff, smut]

By Chance Tae saves your life and things get… heated. An amazing plot, lovely characters as always. [angst, smut, fluff, Mythical AU, Shifter AU]

Sehebon Then again, a bless to read Alien AU, Tae here is just a dreamy one. So so lovely writing, smut with plot, you know it. [angst, fluff, smut, Alien AU]

The Talk I absolutely loved this, pornstar Tae stepping out of his comfort zone is something so so needed in your life [smut, Pornstar AU]

Good Girl Accidentally sending your coworker nudes can be something less than a nightmare. [smut, Office AU]

Planning Ahead Sweet baby Jesus. I loved it. [smut, breeding kink]

The Morning After

I’m sorry I love ex to lovers smut but y’all shouldn’t stay in toxic relationships okay [smut, e2l]

Jeon Jungkook

The Underwear Thief I found this so so funny to read and I just noticed that it is 10k but it doesn’t feel like it. Plus, Kookie and a cat as a concept is so cute to me. [smut, neighbour AU]

Bandslam I haven’t read a fic with this much well written plot ever since my 1D phase so I am forever in debt to Laura for delivering such an amazing fic. Enemies to lovers is a cliche, I know but mix it with drummer boy JK and you got this amazing piece of art. [angst, a bit of fluff in there, smut, E2L, Drummer AU]

Caught Me I read this quite a while back but I can still recall bits and pieces of it. Seokjin is a sneaky bastard in this one + JK is that roommate that is kinda hard to live with.[smut, Roommates AU]

Crybaby I’m just going to say: this goes hard. Do yourself a favor and read it. [smut]

Dynasty I was on a historical streak when I read this. It is angsty but trust me, you’ll absolutely love it. [angst, smut, Historical AU]

Black Card A wonderfully written two shot that gathers a few faves: CEO Jungkookie and a spoiling kink. Honestly, where can I get myself a man like this. [smut, CEO AU]

Periapt A two shot (? where JK is an incubus. That should be enough of a description. Amazing writting as always by Rha.

Robot!Jungkook Okay so one of my many not so guilty pleasures is reading android AUs and lemme tell ya, this 5 shot scenario is just *chefs kiss* [angst, fluff, smut, Android AU]

Dumbo Wanna have a great laugh while still getting the smut content you deserve? This is your fic. Please just read it. It is amazing and will most likely make your day better. [crack, smut]

2! 3! Fluffy vanilla smut. Sometimes we deserve it. [fluff, smut]

New Beginnings One of the sexiest Werewolf AUs I’ve read if not the sexiest. You know I love my smut with plot on the side and this fic right here: absolutely amazing. [smut, angst, Werewolf AU]

Felicity NOW THIS FIC TOOK ME PLACES I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED TO BE. There are amazing hybrid fics out there but this is on a whole new level. Like seriously, novel-worthy plot. Also, this is off hiatus now apparently and I will most definitely be waiting for it. [angst, smut, hybrid AU]

Out of the Blue Four-piece that is worth every second you read it. It takes you places, trust me. Plus, you get Namjin on the side. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Anemia Hello, a quick read but smutty and quite the ride. Just read it. [smut, True Blood AU]

Fluff and Smut

Yesssss love me some pinning pornstar au I LIVE FOR IT [smut, Pornstar AU]

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Friendship headcanons between Anna and Quentin’s dad? Maybe Nacy too.

For sure! Love their weird awkward relationship.

So, it’s weird for Alan. Like, really weird. Like, can you imagine being him and your poor kid comes home traumatized as fuck after 9 years and he’s got a feral Russian bear woman who is his surrogate mom now in tow?

Obviously, Alan is very stressed about the potential of anything happening to Quentin again, so even knowing the situation, Anna is kind of a source of stress at first. It’s important to Quentin though, so he goes with it and tries to be supportive. It isn’t until about a month after Anna is released from the rehabilitation facility that he is truly at peace about it though. But it happens. There’s a night where Quentin falls asleep on the couch watching a movie, and they don’t notice until it ends. Alan decides to let him sleep there in peace for a bit before waking him up to go sleep in his bed, and is putting up dishes from supper, when he sees Anna carefully putting a blanket over Quentin and stroking his head twice before smiling and leaving him to sleep too, warm now, and he just kind of forgets what he was doing becuase he never quite really truly believed Anna was just selflessly and genuinely invested in his kid’s happiness, but there’s no one there to see, no consciousness for Quentin to appreciate the gesture, and he smiles, because it’s such a relief, and it’s sweet, and he wished Quentin’s mom had lived longer, wished he’d found someone else to be a mom for the kid growing up, and he’s deeply happy he’s got one now.

Anna doesn’t really know what to do with Alan at first either. Like, she gets that ‘Dad’ is the man counterpart to ‘Mama,’ but since hers was dead before she was old enough to remember, she doesn’t really know what that looks like, and never thought about it before. At first is kind of tentatively curious if this means they’re rivals, and she should be jealous of him. Alan never once seems to view their relationships to Quentin that way though, so thank god it never turns into a competition. She’s not sure what it is though, when she realizes it’s not that. So mostly she just tries to give him space and not cause confrontation between them out of respect for Quentin. She notices how good he is to Quentin though, and a few weeks before Alan really gets the same read on her, and kind of softens a little and decides he’s okay. Then suddenly a month in, Alan is more open towards her and starts interacting with her intentionally, even when no Quentin is there at present as an ice breaker. It is super awkward for them both, and they haven’t got a clue how to act towards each other, but they’re both slightly interested in trying, and it works. Alan asks her the morning after he realizes she’s okay if she wants to learn how to make muffins, since she’s sitting at the table watching him cook with a look like a cat has when it sees a new small rodent for the first time, and Anna really does. She is fascinated by all the tricks to tastes there are, and the wild variety of foods she had no idea could exist. At first she’s like “Me?” And very confused by this change in attitude, but he’s nice to her and it’s fun and the food is good, so she enjoys it, and accepts without reservation when he offers another lesson at lunch. This is how their relationship begins: Alan asking her if she wants to learn how to cook various things. Sometimes Nancy and or Quentin joins in, or anyone else in the house. And it’s fun. Anna never looked at food prep as anything but a survival necessity, but there’s a day two months in where she’s covered in flour making shortbread cookies with Alan and Nancy and Quentin, listening to music and people laughing and singing along, and she realizes lots of humans make all kinds of mundane acts into fun activities. And she really likes that. : )

Anna tries to reciprocate Alan’s gestures of goodwill by offering to teach him to hunt, which Alan refuses politiely because he has no idea what he’d do with hatchet throwing and animal tracking skills, but he immediately sees how hurt and insulted and wounded to her core that makes Anna and covers it with a “I mean—I would love to, but I’m just not sure I could have the skills at my age. I’m so old I might be hopeless to teach.” And Anna goes from :’-( to : D instantly and is like “No, no! Not too late—I show you. Many skills very easy to learn basics of. I am good teacher. Can teach even you, I am sure.” And is exceedingly enthusiastic teaching him basic tracking skills the next morning. It’s uh. It’s an awkward walk through a nearby park for Alan at 6AM, with Anna kneeling like fkn Aragorn to listen to the ground or touch dog tracks and sniff things while pointing out valuable intel, but he is duly attentive and awed by her skills, and takes his lesson like a champ, and it’s actually pretty fascinating stuff once you get past the “Wtf is happening” looks you’re getting from every early morning dog walker and jogger going past.

Alan picks up pretty fast that since Anna has almost no social experience, she tends to take social cues from those around her (like trading skills to make friends, or trading gifts with Min & Quentin), and is more careful how he approaches stuff. That also makes him like Anna a lot more, because it’s so sincere and she’s so truly giving all of this her best. He starts a tradition of going back and forth on who picks an activity that interests them to try to give her a chance to branch out and see more of the modern world. Greatly enjoys seeing how much she is excited and fascinated by like, everything. Anna is so mind blown the first time Nancy suggests they hit an Aquarium that it takes 4 times as long as normal to get through, becuase she can’t stop getting lost in the sight of every exhibit. Anna meanwhile notices pretty quick how watchful Alan is and how protective whenever he’s out with Quentin, although he tries to keep Quentin from noticing it too much, and she is very happy about this. Important for parents to be good protectors, especially with Quentin’s luck.

It takes Anna a while to quite get Nancy and Quentin’s relationship, but she decides after much deliberation that she approves and it’s cute. She likes how attentive Nancy is, and how quiet she can be. Thinks she would make a good hunter with skills like that. Is also very aware how much happier Quentin is around her. Decides this makes her a daughter too, and happily welcomes her into the fold. After Nancy realizes this, it kind of breaks her for a while, because she still misses her own mom so, so much. The first time Anna gives her a hug to comfort her about something so much more mundane—just a twisted ankle on a hike, she has a breakdown and can’t stop silently crying into her chest, becuase she still has an open wound in her heart where her mom is concerned. Anna isn’t a replacement, but she is a balm, and it helps. It really does, to have a big self-determined second mom hug you even when she doesn’t understand until you’ve cried all the tears you had, and still be waiting there with patience to hold you through more, and whispered comforts and strong arms around your back. Nancy gets her stuff for the next Mother’s Day, and it almost breaks her heart to have someone to shop for again, but she’s happier too, because it’s a comfort to know another one could love her too, and by choice. She’s had so much guilt over her mom’s death, sometimes she’s wondered if she never deserved to have one love her at all, no matter how much she knows her mom would never want her to think like that. It weirdly helps her talk more about her own mom again, especially to Quentin, who, while he barely remembers his mom, has some small idea how it all feels. She’s able to dig out a lot of the memories of Gwen Holbrook she couldn’t bear to look at for a long time, and forgive herself a little more. And able to make some new memories with Anna and Quentin and Alan she thinks her mom will be happy to hear about someday.

It wasn’t like that at first, though. Nancy is one of the few people who weren’t in the realm who has almost no issue adjusting to Anna, but she had some right at the start. She’s super wary the like, first couple days, because she has mountains worth of PTSD specifically centered around pseudo parental figures and people killing Quentin, but she’s observant as hell, and after watching Anna bodyslam Michael Myers through a wall on first meeting becuase she misconstrued his asshole big brother lifestyle choice of picking Quentin up by his collar for no reason other than easy and fun to push him around as an act of war, she realizes she truly has nothing to worry about, and Anna is an ally in arms when it comes to keeping the guy she loves alive.

Anna is extremely impressed with both Alan and Nancy for their roles in killing Freddy, and this is a massive affinity boost. She thinks Nancy is a little wolf of a girl in the best possible way, and approves of her level of dangerous greatly.

While Alan has no romantic feelings for Anna, it’s really nice to have a woman in the house again—it’s kind of nostalgic, jus to hear her singing sometimes and such. He offers to take her shopping for clothes and accessories becuase he remembers some of the places his wife especially loved, and it makes him sad and happy to be able to put that old treasured remnant of someone beloved to him to good use again. Anna really loves a couple of the same spots, especially a tiny handmade jewelry from gemstones shop, and it hurts but in a good way to have a reason to go there again.

Anna is exceedingly jealous of the photo of Quentin’s mom over the fireplace for like, a year and a half after she realizes who she is. It’s kind of funny. I mean, she’s dead. There is no threat. But Anna despises it and it takes all the willpower she has not to go hide it in a drawer somewhere.

That is until almost two years in when she wakes up early to weird noise and comes down to see Alan has the photo with him at the table, and a little setup with flowers and candles and objects she doesn’t recognize, and he’s crying. It isn’t until that night when she asks Quentin that she finds out it’s the anniversary of his mom’s death that day, but as soon as she sees Alan and the setup, she feels bad, and the anger and jealousy goes away, becuase she remembers feeling exactly that way for years and years at the sight of the portrait of her mother, and still now at the thought of it. The jealousy does not come back.

Alan, Nancy, Quentin, and Anna hang out a lot, and with Feng, Nea, and Ace, or Philip and Claudette a lot too. At a point, Alan starts reaching a “Okay you stay here with the kids and I’ll go grab tickets” kind of tag-team responsibility with Anna, and Anna thinks this is fun, and is immensely pleased with this new role of responsibility partnership. She begins doing the same with him, and likes being partner protectors of the group. She’s wanted to find a family again her whole life, and finally found it now after all these years, but she’s found more than that too; she’s found community, and she never had that before, so she didn’t know to miss it or seek it out or even that it was a thing to want, but now that she has it, she’s so much more happy and content and proud than she’s ever been.

#ask #anonymous #dead by daylight #in living memory (fic)#in living memory #headcanons #the huntress #Anna #Alan Smith #Nancy Holbrook #Quentin Smith

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salvejoon · 4 years

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Them Finding Out You’re Pregnant

As requested by @papillonsgf ty for suggesting this, I’ve wanted to write this scenario for ages 😭

Kim Seokjin:

You were rummaging around the kitchen when you noticed Jin enter the room, “I know, I know, it’s almost dinner time and you don’t want me in here to meddle with your cooking but I promised your mother to find the baking molds - humph!”

You were suddenly being squished against his broad chest, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt his shoulders move, “Jin? Are you crying?”

But his bellowing laughter quickly answered that question and you glanced up, confusion written on your features.

He bent down and planted a kiss to the crown of your head and let you go. You adjusted your crumbled blouse and stared at him, puzzled, “What’s with you?”

“I’m so happy, Y/N.”

Both your brows shot up at his answer but you just waved him off as he began laughing again and you didn’t notice the item he held in one of his hands, “I’m glad you’re happy but can you tell me where the fuck you put the molds? Your mother will have my head if she doesn’t get them back.”

“Should I be worried about you using such language around our child?” Jin asked, his laughter subsiding as he stood next to you and slid the item in his hand onto the counter.

You stared down at the pregnancy test and the two lines on the small screen. Color vanished from your face and you opened your mouth, only to shut it again, words lost on your tongue. You had forgotten all about the test when your mother-in-law had called you, rambling about her damn molds.

“I-It’s positive?” You managed to babble out after a moment of silence. You picked it up with a trembling hand and your vision blurred.

Then you remembered your boyfriend standing next to you and you looked up at him, “I - Jin, I’m so sorry...” You placed a hand on his chest and when he grabbed it tightly with his own, you let out a small sob.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart? If you haven’t noticed the shit eating grin on my face, then I will dance out my joy.” He quickly wiped away a few stray tears and took a step back and began flailing wildly around with his arms as he twirled which only caused you to let out a loud laugh.

“See? I am happy! I am going to be a father!”

Your worries subsided as your boyfriend danced around in your kitchen, laughing and yelling out to the world that he was going to be a father.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon stared at the two lines on the small screen, showing a clear positive test. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he picked it up. His thumb glided over the screen as thoughts and emotions began running wild. When did you take this test? How far along are you? What gender will it be? Do you buy a bigger apartment or a house or stay in the loft apartment you shared? How would he tell it to his parents? His friends? The members? Does he even have time for a child in his life right now?

No. He clenched his hand around the pregnancy test. He would not allow negative thoughts to ruin such a blessing. He had always wanted children and that wish grew even stronger the day he had met you. He had promised you the day he had said ‘I do’, that he would do everything in his power to make it work. His work might be busier than ever but he would make it work.

For you.

For his child.

Exiting the bathroom, Namjoon called out, “Y/N!” At the top of his lungs, not caring about how loud it was. He wanted to see you, hold you, kiss you, kiss your stomach where his child were growing, he wanted to tell you how much he loved you and how much he was looking forward to starting a family with you.

Excitement drowned all the worries as he saw you come dashing around the corner from the bedroom, worry apparent on your face as you ran towards him, “Why are you screaming? Did you hurt yourself? What did you break this time?”

Those questions would usually make him a little grouchy but when you were within arms length, he pulled you into a kiss, one that took your breath away and made your skin tingle. His arms went around you and the kiss ended as he rested a hand on your stomach.

“Joon-”

“Shush, baby. I wish to talk to my other baby.”

You stiffened in arms, “I completely forgot about the test...”

Kneeling in front of you, Namjoon gazed up at you, his dimpled smile making your heart flutter, “What is it you usually call me when I break something?”

“A dumbass?”

“Yes. You forgot the test, dumbass, but it doesn’t matter. This right here,” He planted a kiss to your clothed stomach, “Is what matters.”

“So you didn’t break anything or hurt yourself?”

“Baby girl, Daddy is speaking to his child.”

“Calling you Daddy from now on will be very... Strange.”

“Y/N, shut up.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Min Yoongi:

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“That is the fourth test I’ve taken, Yoongi. Yes, I am certain.”

“But it can be wrong.”

“Not after four tests.”

Yoongi sat in his chair, you on the couch with a positive pregnancy test in your hands. The studio was quiet. You looked at your fiancé as the wheels in his head turned. You hated this part. When he’s quiet. Yoongi was a very quiet person when it came to his emotions.

You had no idea what he was thinking. Would he want you to get an abortion? Would you even want to? You wanted kids and so did he but was now the right time?

“Yoongi, please say something.” You pleaded after a couple of minutes silence. He was still quiet as he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, mumbling something. It was dimly lit and you couldn’t see his face clearly until he turned his chair an inch and the light from the computer screen hit his face. Your eyes widened and you have never gotten up so fast and ran to him. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he was biting his lip.

Once he noticed you hovering over him, he hid his face in his sleeve but you tugged his arm away and whispered sweet words as you sat upon his lap and drew him into an embrace.

Yoongi clinged to you as he cried and you had no idea if it was happy tears or sad tears but you held him nonetheless. You felt his tears soak your blouse but it didn’t matter.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He croaked, the words muffled as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, “So fucking much.”

Your own eyes welled up at his words and you knew it was happy tears he was shedding. You just held him closer and planted a kiss to his head.

Jung Hoseok:

It hadn’t been your greatest idea to take a pregnancy test right before you had to go out with Hoseok but there was nothing you could do about it now. Your period was way overdue and after 3 weeks, you finally gave in and needed an answer.

The answer was currently the positive test in your hands. You put a hand over your mouth, frozen with shock and surprise and that was how Hoseok found you. Dressed in a black suit, hair swept away from his handsome face, smelling like one million bucks and looking like sin, his smile vanished as he saw you stand stock still by the sink.

“Darling, is there something wrong? Do you not like the dress?” He asked but when he walked closer, he saw the item in your hand and his mouth went to an ‘o’.

It was quiet for a moment until you turned around to face him and handed him the test, “It’s positive but I’m not sure. I would have to go to the Doctor on Monday-”

“I know a Doctor and we are going right now.”

“Wha-”

“Let’s go, Y/N.”

“But dinner-”

“Can wait. You might be pregnant and that’s more fucking important than a fancy dinner.”

You knew it was serious once your boyfriend starts to curse. “Aren’t you scared?”

Hoseok placed the test down at the sink and cupped your face, “Of course, I’m scared, babe. My beautiful girlfriend might be pregnant and the thought scares me. But in a good way. I’m happy but scared happy.”

“Have I ever told you that I love you, Jung Hoseok?” You asked just before he pecked your lips.

“Every day, every hour and every minute, baby.”

The test was right. You were indeed pregnant and Hoseok proceeded to propose to you that same night.

Park Jimin:

Jimin had just returned from practice, opened the front door, when he heard your scream. His bag fell to the floor with a thud as he dashed to the bedroom. He found you prancing around the room, in one of his hoodies, angrily cursing at the item in your hand, you staring intensely, almost glaring at it.

“Babe-”

You held up a hand to silence him and his mouth snapped shut as you stared at the thing in your hands and after a minute or so, you let out a frustrated scream and yeeted the thing onto the bed.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” He asked as he walked over to the bed to pick up the item and once he realized what it was, he paled. Jimin stared down at the pregnancy test in his hand, with two stripes.

You glared at him and pointed towards the dressed with five other tests on the top.

“They are positive. All of them are positive, Jimin. I am pregnant.” You grumbled and threw yourself onto the bed with a pathetic sob. You pounded the mattress as Jimin walked over to examine the tests. It was true. All of them were positive.

“Last test is a blood test, so I’m getting that done tomorrow.” You told him, voice muffled by the bed sheets.

“I’m going to be a dad.” He said dazedly.

You twisted your head and looked at him, “It appears so.”

“Y/N, I am going to be a dad.”

“So far, yes.”

“And you are going to be a mom.”

“Great observation.”

“And we are going to have a little baby.”

“Uh huhhh - oof!” The air in your lungs were suddenly left and you coughed loudly as you tried to push your boyfriend off of you, “Jimin, babe, you’re crushing me.”

“This is the best thing has happened to me, Y/N!” He said as he rolled off you and pulled on top of him, not caring how your nose wrinkled at how he smelled of sweat, “I am going to be a dad!”

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung wanted children. He had told you this shortly after the two of you had begun dating. Great. You also wanted children.

But this? Coming home from work and finding your entire livingroom filled with baby stuff was baffling.

“Welcome home, love!” Taehyung said with his usual boxy smile as he walked by you, pecked your cheek and went over to pick up a bag filled with toys, “How was your day?”

“Uh, Tae, what’s going on?” You asked him, ignoring his question as you stared at him as he begun unpacking all the toys.

“Well, your period is late. Very late.” He began, glancing at you, chuckling softly at your raised eyebrow, “Yes I keep tabs on your period, anyway, I’ve bought a couple of pregnancy tests for you to take. They’re already in the bathroom.”

“Sweetheart, my period might just be late and I really don’t want to see you get sad if I’m not-”

“I’ve also noticed a shift in energy, mood swings and appetite.”

You looked dumbfounded and he laughed at your expression, “Y-You... Since when have you become an expert on pregnancy?”

“I’m not an expert, Y/N, don’t be silly. Now go take the tests and just to be 100% sure, I’ve also got an appointment with your doctor tomorrow.”

You just sighed and went to the bathroom and took said tests. The next day, the two of you went to your doctor and you had a blood test done.

Everything was positive.

Jeon Jungkook:

You dodged him barely and you ran to the opposite side of the couch. Jungkook was staring at you, his eyes hard and squinted. You had no idea what had gotten him in this mood. He was usually always smiling and bubbly but today was different.

He was pissed.

“Why are you acting weird?” You asked, walking around the couch as he followed you around it, “Gookie, talk to me.”

“Why did you throw them out?” He growled, seeing an opening to try and grab your wrist across the couch but you were quicker, “Tell me why!”

“Don’t yell at me! I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Yes, you do!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“I am not lying, dipshit!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Don’t yell at me!”

Jungkook stopped and fished something out of his pocket, he then threw the items onto the couch and pointed at them, “What are these?”

You gulped audibly, “Um... About those, I can explain-”

“Why did you throw them out?” He gestured again with his finger towards the pregnancy tests.

“B-Because I didn’t want you to find out randomly, Gookie. I wanted to tell you when I was 100% sure which was why I went to the doctor today.” You explained, not moving when he rounded the couch and stood in front of you.

“And what did the doctor say?”

“I... I’m pregnant. 2 months along.” You said softly and looked up at him. His expression softened visibly as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, burying his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, baby.” Your arms went around his slim waist, fisting his t-shirt in your hands, “Really. I’m sorry.”

“I know.” He mumbled.

“Are you mad that I’m pregnant?” You whispered and Jungkook pulled away slightly, tapping a finger to your chin and he smiled.

“Dude, I am going to be a father! Why would I be mad?”

“Did you just ‘dude’ your pregnant girlfriend? Not cool, bro.”

#bts scenarios #bts x female reader #ot7

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selfcareparker · 3 years

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(lovely anon) ok so this may sound so dramatic but; let me paint you a picture: i’m responding to your latest message, sitting on the edge of the sofa. i type in “lovely anon” into the search and see this longgg post come up and i’m like uhhh... i scroll down and see the people you tagged and literally. when i saw @ lovely anon. i . cried . like full on tears. my brother goes “what are you doing” “she tagged meeeee” and he continued what he was doing and didn’t care LMAOO but i was so emotional? i love and appreciate you too and aAH IM CRYING!! you’re just really sweet and i didn’t expect it at all and it was really lovely to be a part of something :’)

the kermit pic sent meee but yes yes yes!! when you start uni let me know, lol i’m so excited for you!! let me know how it goes cuz i’m literally hype hahah & yes we will be in our sad corners of the world, missing england but you’re right it’ll be sooooo worth it in the end!!! and oH i’m glad you talk to them lol i truly thought you like haven’t seen them/haven’t spoken to them this whole time😭 that would’ve been awful!

also i totallyyy get what your saying about the english speaking thing. and idk why you’re insecure (well i *knowww* bc it’s not your first language and you’re studying it in college so yuh) but your english is great :)))

lol yeah that makes sense.. my mom took french in college and she remembers NOTHING HDJSHSJ (the fact that you wanna learn MORE languages i- ahh i so admire you.. you literally know so many languages🥺) yea i mean you know a bunch of languages bc you know the base of words lol, but i wonder if because you know latin it’ll be easier for you to learn french? oh- oh wait you said it’ll be easier HAHHAHA

THERES SO MUCH EXCITING STUFF TO TALK ABOUT HDGSJSJSL it’s so wild to me that you can’t watch chaos walking :( i’m a professional hacker tho so i’ll try and find a way for you LMAO (by professional hacker i mean i literally have gotten multiple free trials and i’m pretty sure the hulu police are after me bUT ITS THEIR FAULT BC WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE???) i mean the movie was good? and cute? and funny? but yea don’t think it’s gonna be the most fantastic thing haha AND THE DOGGO AWWW (i saw it again today- or my today lol, saturday, aND THESE OLD PEOPLE CAME AND SAT IN FRONT OF ME AND MY FRIEND LIKE ITS A LONG STORY LMK IF YOU WANNA HEAR IT)

SHARK FILMS?!?!! PLEASE READING THIS I HAD NO IDEA YOU WOULD LIKE SHARK MOVIES TOO FHSKSHSHDJDJGAJAYSJS ok so i haven’t seen any of the classics (i’m working on it) but i would probably watch jaws to laugh at it? not like that lmao but like comparing it. OKAY BUT HONESTLY I BARELY KNOW ANYONE WHO LIKES SHARK FILMS AHHH OKAY im adding “the shallows” to my watchlist bc it sounds super good AND SAME AHSJD ANY BODY OF WATER IN A MOVIE I JUST KNOW ITS COMING LMAO watch me not go in the water anymore after seeing that picture HHDJSJ

WHEN I READ THIS I JUST GOT DONE TALKING TO MY MOM ABOUT THE MEG AND THAT SCENE WHERE THE SHARKKK JUMPEDDDD AND ATE THE OTHER ONEEEE AND THEN JONAS HAD TO DO- bro i cannot (i think that one is my favorite because i love me a bit of romance and the subtle romance hAD ME) 47 meters down PHEW could you imagine?? i try not to think too hard about it i’m like “don’t be dumb catherine, don’t put yourself in a dumb situation” (not autocorrect having “dumb bitch” ready i am not lying) and i literally understand... there is no other way to explain 47 meters down

i CANNOT watch horror movies, can’t can’t can’t, i literally hate them i cannot do it!!! the thrill is tempting and it’s cool in the moment but i cant lmao. i don’t have nightmares about scary things (for the majority of the time) but going to sleep i’m like oooohhhhhh shit 🥲 literally what you explained

music !!!! music !!!! music !!!! (u ever write a word and now it looks weird lmao) MY BROTHER DOESNT LIKE MUSIC AND ITS SHIT IM LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU- anyway, my music taste is all over the place i mean......... it’s crazy. earlier today i was listening to meghan trainor’s album “title” oUT OF NOWHERE, but just a few minutes ago i was listening to fall in love with me by earth wind and fire soooo lol .. megan is *chefs kiss*, i’m not familiar with stormzy🙈, harry styles.... IM SORRY IM THAT PERSON but i don’t listen to his solo music EEK i only listen to adore you... and not that frequently... the music video freaked me out... i like niall’s solo music a lot more, which i listen to a lot more. now. one direction. favorite. please & thank you. i have a playlist called “boy bands” and it consists of one direction and the vamps (obsessed with cherry blossom btw) but as you can see my taste is all over the place!! fr fr if i sent you what apple music has as my “favorites” it went from ariana grande to carrie underwood to glee (OBSESSED DONT LET ME TALK ABOUT IT) i mean please if you let me i will nonstop (hamilton HDJSH) talk about music all day😩 & NOOO UR MUSIC IS GREAT HAHSK IM NOT A BIG RAP PERSON BUT DOJA CAT IS MY FAVORITE!!

okay good, i’m glad :) i was just nervous that you did feel that way <3 and GOT IT HAHAJ healthy pressure is always good :’) my friend got me these pens cuz i love stationary and school supplies lol and was like “now you have to write something” soooo yea i feel that! and i saw you posted the ficcccccc literally so proud of you 🥺🥺 i’m trying to decide if i read it tomorrow or tonight..... sleep or a literal beautiful creation made by the sweetest person and is v v nice smut and college!peter and 4.7k...... sleep aint really calling no more.

GIRL ALL OF MY SENTENCES ARE TOO LONG HAHAHAH IN FACT THIS IS TOO LONG SOOO (also why am i 3 days late..😑) anywho it’s 1 in the morning so <33 lovely anon

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oh my god the fact that you cried nearly made me cry too😭😭🥺🥺 (also, your brother LMAO), i wasn‘t even sure if you‘d see it but i immediately thought of you so of COURSE i included you <333

the hulu police lsjsjaiaik, girl i was ready to get a hulu membership when i wanted to watch big time adolescence and i couldn‘t find it anywhereee, and when i got to the payment it said i need a bank account that‘s based in the US or whatever. like bro i was about to pay you!! but i was forced to find it somewhere (and i did, on levidia,— not that i‘ve ever used it because it‘s illegal 😤 i would never!!! i‘d rather support billion dollar companies and spend my money on watching films that i can find for free 🥰🥰🥰 not

i‘ve found chaos walking online so i‘ll watch it som time this week!! also YES TELL ME THE STORY

okay so idk if you watched/are planning on watching falcon and winter soldier but i watched the first episode the other day and they were speaking french (just a few seconds) and I UNDERSTOOD SOME WORDS DLDJDJ and i was so proud of myself. i‘ve only ever learned french with duolingo lol (i only do like 5 mins a day and that‘s why i was so surprised that i understood some of it!!). and yeah apart from latin i feel like italian, german, french and english are all similar in a sense.. i mean obviously they‘re completely different languages but for example there are some grammatical constructions in french that i think i wouldn‘t understand if i only spoke english? so when i translate those things into english you can‘t directly translate them bc you say things differently, but when i translate them into german then it makes more sense to me. idk that‘s something i noticed so i feel like if you already know multiple languages it‘s easier to learn another language compared to if you only know one language and are trying to learn a second one. even if the languages aren‘t similar then i think you get the hang of it easier.

ikd slsjsjs also i don‘t want you to think that i‘m a linguistic genius or anything lmfao, like i‘m only fluent in english and german and i‘m just a wannabe (ew that word) polyglot sksj (yes i had to google polyglot— i do think learning ancient greek would be super cool tho? like imagine studying latin AND ancient greek, whew). and honestly i don‘t think i‘ll ever be fluent in another language bc i don‘t plan on living anywhere other than germany or possibly england and i‘m not dedicated enough to properly learn any other languages esp if i don‘t have anyone to speak the language with. but i still try my best and i just love language/languages as a whole so yeah i‘m happy & just learning as much as i can dkdjh🥰

(I guess language/linguistics are/is my passion (which sounds sooo lame lmaoooo) and the word passion comes from the latin word pati (i think💀) which means to suffer, and in german passion is called Leidenschaft which basically means suffering too, idk why i‘m telling you this maybe you know it already. but ok dumb fun fact, in german you can make compound words with as many words as you like, and the longest official german word is Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz which is a law for the monitoring of labels on beef... this is such a dumb fact but i think about that word like once a day idk why dodjsjsj so... 👁👄👁)

but i‘ll stop boring you with my linguistics talk because truly i don‘t know much about languages but i am interested omg i‘m gonna shut up now.

now water + sharks. (so in non-covid times i always go to croatia with my dad during the summer, and even before ever watching a shark film i was always kind of scared in water.. but after watching so many shark films wldjdj HELP Like you know when you go deeper into the ocean and you can‘t see or feel the ground/floor? anymore.. then i just start imagining sharks. like i can‘t help it i just imagine a shark sneaking up on me or feeling something graze my foot ABD I JUST START FREAKING OUT SSKJSHSJ. idk. anyway kdkdh i do love the ocean/swimming though but the older i get the more i realise how fucking scary the ocean is ( even if we’re gonna disregard sharks)

your brother... what‘s wrong with him? HOw CAN YOU NOT LIKE MUSIC LIKE WHAT THE FAWK

OKAY BUT SAME ABOUT THE ADORE YOU MUSIC VIDEO DLDKDJSJSKSLSLKSKSJSHSH and yeah i have to say harry’s style (styles lol) as a solo artist isn‘t reaaally my cup of tea, and i only like the popular songs from his second album and the first album is only good when i‘m in the right mood (haven‘t actually listened to it in a while though, but kiwi is one of my all time favourites along with only angel but i hate the start, like it takes 40 seconds to actually begin properly). i like mgk and because of him i watched the dirt which is a film about motley crue, and now one of my favourite songs ever is same ol situation and i‘m into rock now lol. +++ justin bieber. I had a justin bieber cardboard cutout thingy😭 i was the biggest Belieber on earth when i was 13-16, but i didn‘t like his last album and tbh he‘s become a bit weird lately, BUT OH MY GOD. i Listened to his new album yesterday and i‘m in LOVE with the song hold on

i really like niall‘s music toooo!!!! And doja cat 😌😌😌😌 And THE VAMPS OG MY GOD. i got to see them live bc they were the opening/support act for little mix and ajdsjskslslsjsjsj. (Also i love concerts, some of the best memories of my life are concerts, i‘ve seen nicki minaj live 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and justin twice and my heart fills every time i think about how excited i was, it was my first concert ever (16th of September 2016 😌) and i was the happiest person alive seeing justin drew fucking bieber (even if i‘m not tooo sure about justin nowadays)

i have a confession? Idk what hamilton is. I mean I‘ve heard about it and i keep googling it but i‘ve never watched it (is it even a film???? or like a proper musical? also pls tell me you grew up with high school musical. i have a few friends who didn‘t and it makes me so sad 😭😭😭 hsm is the best thing to happen to my childhood , the sooooongs— i still listen to some of them every week or month lool they make me so happy)

(Okay wait i was about to recommend some stormzy songs but you said you‘re not that into rap so i won‘t dksksjl)

What you said about my fic AHSLSLSJB (i wasn‘t sure if you sent an ask about it earlier? idk that might have been someone else, so if it was (and you‘ve read it already) i hope you liked it sksjsj i was...... unsure about it. and i have this reeaaallly long peter fic that i started writing in december and that‘s the only peter thing i currently want to write but also i can‘t because idk how to continue kddjj.) but I’m definitely getting back into writing i have a few blurbs that i want to write so 🥰🥰🥰

Oh and pls as soon as you read this let me know: violet or yellow? (it‘s just a tiny thing for my new theme slsksj)

#lovely anon #BY THE WAY: do not feel bad or apologise for not answering straight away #you can take your time i know it can be exhausting (not bc its anything bad but just because its so much and so long) to answer to my shit #all at once*#so really i don‘t mind if you take a few days or a week or whatever to respond #or if you want to you can respond bit by bit/topic by topic whenever you feel like it #so you don‘t have to concentrate on an ask and my post for like AN HOUR DLSKJ but rather do it in smaller chunks #if you want <3 #btw i‘m always so scared that i‘ll type lonely anon instead of lovely dldjdjsksk so if i ever do that i‘m just being #(cue your autocorrect dldkdj) a dumb bitch #its 1 am now sorry if there are any mistakes (i‘ll stop apologing from now now lol but i still am sorry you have to read my word vomit lmao)#*apologis #*from now on #omg

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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52 with Yoongi, please? 💕

"I'm trying so hard to numb the pain." With Min Yoongi

You've got your cheek pressed against the table, an almost empty bottle of wine in front of you.

"Y/n... What can I do? How can I help?"

It'd been 4 hours since your boyfriend of three years had left you. Just.... left. Nothing but a note that read: I'm sorry.

"At this point, I'm just trying to numb the pain," you say, being careful not to slur your words and then lift your head to look at him. "Hey...why aren't you drinking with me? You always drink with me."

Yoongi shrugs, scratching at the back of his neck. "Thought you might need someone sober to talk through this." He lies.

He doesn't tell you it's because he thinks the dumbest shit when he drinks, because he wants to tell you how beautiful your eyes are and how much he wants to kiss you and he can't say anything like that, maybe not ever, but especially not tonight.

You frown. "Well I don't. Do a shot with me."

Yoongi chuckles a little. "No fucking way. The last time you asked me to do a shot with you I ended up passed out in an alley."

"Oh my God, will you ever let that go? Jungkook helped me get you home, nobody died."

He laughs again, propping his chin in his hand and looking at you. "No shots. You ready for bed, honey?"

Your lip trembles a little at the pet name, one he rarely used, and not for years, since your boyfriend had been kind of wary of your long term friendship with Yoongi.

You haven't cried since he left, and now tears are spilling down your cheeks.

"Oh, honey. Don't cry, yeah?"

"Why doesn't he love me, Yoongi?" You sob, putting your head back on the table but he pulls you into his lap instead, rocking you a bit.

"He's not worth your love, honey. He wouldn't have left if he were."

"You won't leave me, Yoongi?" Your arms go around his neck, tight, and you lift your head to look at him.

His chest feels tight at the look on your face, how almost desperate your expression is, and he lets out a long breath.

"Never. Wild horses couldn't drag me away from you, Y/n. You know that, yeah?"

"Because you love me?" You ask, voice shaking.

God, his heart. The way you make him ache, all over, deep in his bones.

"Because I love you so much, honey." He says, simply, and it's the most true thing he's said to you in months.

You nod and press your face, hot and wet with tears, into his neck. "I love you too, Yoongi," you murmur into his skin and he swears he feels you in his bloodstream, how deep you're in every part of him.

When you fall asleep in his arms, he doesn't take you to bed for hours, even when his arms start to ache, because he doesn't know when he'll have you this close again.

#bts min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x y/n #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #bts suga x reader #suga x y/n #suga x you #suga x reader #min yoongi imagine #yoongi imagine #bts suga imagine #suga imagine #drabble game #submission #drabble game 2

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crystalroes · 3 years

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1-25-21

I've been meaning to write about Oliver sacks and the idea that your level of consciousness decides your perception....including speed of time, but; something profound happened today.

My little sister Anna died. She was dead for 45 minutes while at the hospital. She was in severe ketoacidosis and went into cardiac arrest. Her body was in sepsis and her organs were all failing. We lost her. They were able to revive her in a way but without knowing if there was any brain function and fully on life support. They gave us a 5% chance of coming out without brain damage and an even slimmer chance of her coming out at all.

I had to pick my son up from school and I didn't want to tell him what was happening so I let him play with his friends at the school like we usually do. I told the two moms that we hang out with what was happening and, one of them told me this verse from

Romans 8:11

"The Spirit of God, who raised Jesus from the dead, lives in you. And just as God raised Christ Jesus from the dead, he will give life to your mortal bodies by this same Spirit living within you."

It resonated so deeply in me. Her words were powerful and her belief in the power of prayer was clearly from a strong faith and first hand experience. I knew that if I claim to believe in God that I must also believe in his word. I realized I had the power through the Holy Spirit in me to reach her and call her back....If she were willing. Her life here marked by abuse and drug use. A history of mental illness and growing up in chaos... after 45 min in heaven, I wouldn't want to return either. But, I knew my prayer would reach her.

I felt strongly that if given the choice, she would come back. She was always brave like that.

I went to the hospital in Lodi and was allowed in to see her. The only reason being that they were allowing the family in to say goodbyes. I sat with her and I knew the work was already done. I heard God answer my prayer. “Haven’t I been faithful to answer you.” It was audible. The entire drive up I had been praying for her and to her. I was calling out to her and asking her to come back. I knew that my prayer reached her and God anywhere. I didn’t have to wait to be at her bedside to reach her. This isn't the movies. This is real life.

I talked to her ICU nurse and asked her if she had ever met people who had near death experiences and her eyes lit up. She said... I couldn’t work here if I didn’t have faith.”

I left after sitting there tonight for maybe 30 min or maybe 2 hours. I don’t know how much time passed. I talked to my mom and my other two sisters and my aunts who were also there. I talked to the father of Anna’s daughter Rosalyn. I told them what I knew... her body seemed to be making improvements.

They took her off of the paralyzing stuff and her oxygen levels were improving. They also reduced her blood pressure medicine. She was still in an induced coma and mostly we just needed to know if her brain was still functioning... if at all.

While on the drive home I got the text,

“Anna’s results came back and there’s no significant brain damage that they can see and she has brain activity and her body is moving/thrashing. All good signs.”

“There is no medical explanation like you said.”

“She is waking up.”

I really had no doubt today. Marina ( the mom at school) had such faith that it boosted mine. I had no doubt. I had a peace. I knew either way Anna would be okay. If she were to leave us... she would finally be whole.

But for now we have hope. She is healing. I hope one day to hear her voice and maybe she will even be able to give us all a glimpse of what heaven is like.

side note: I also received word that I have been accepted into the Ph.D. Program for Clinical Psychology today. No official letter yet but my admissions rep called and told me I had been accepted after my interview. I cried but it was weird because he thought it was from joy but mostly I was confused as to why today of all days I would get this news.

wild.

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kakenaku · 4 years

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Jang Nara for drama ranking!

hey just to let you know i didn’t watch of her older dramas mainly because i’m lazy but also because I'm lazy so here we go~

Go Back Couple- yes this drama...kim mikyung and jang nara chemistry was great and i cried a tad although I'm not a fan of time travel stuff (sood one and only) i like how it worked out.

The Last Empress- modern monarch alternate universe, favourite villain of the year lee hyuk, immortal min yura, psycho queen bro i can’t even list the number of things i loved about this show maybe i enjoyed it more than gbc because makjang but I'm trying to be reasonable here

Hello Monster- yh i was a bit of a fanatic when it came out so 2015 me would’ve put it at 1 but thinking about it more they didn’t use nara enough so let’s put it here

One More Happy Ending- not a fan of celebrity themed dramas but she was so wild in this i feel there was no other plausible career choice for her. it had the single parent trope and kyungho- conveniently the single parent was kyungho um also his hair was cute.

Fated To Love You- all i remember is snails, jang hyuks hair exhibition my memory is so bad but i remember liking it i think there were some issues of course

School 2013- mentioned earlier but I'm also not a big school drama person

VIP- i thought this would be good initially but then they introduced the adultery thing and i lost concentration also they had tiny nara on a giant motorbike which was pretty random but i’ll allow it. i really wanted to finish it for her and lee chungah but i could not lmao

Oh My Baby- i liked the first 8 eps or so but i kinda need to catch up so i can’t definitively put it anywhere just YET we’ll have to see how it ends

haven’t seen:

Mr Baek- this looks wild

Babyfaced Beauty

Wedding

Love is All Around

Bright Girl's Success

My Love Patzzi

Nonstop 2

#anon #answered #this one took the longest lmao sorry anon #i seriously can't remember half the things i watch probably since i binge watch a lot

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beabaseball · 4 years

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this is a delirious 11pm post for Adults Only guys

Leave this space, child!

...

...y’all teenagers are going to be tweaked out of their goddamn minds.

Like, not necessarily in the drugged way, though some maybe yes in the drugged way, but like. Specifically in the non-drug way, they’re going to be snippy, and inattentive, and self centered. And that’s probably fine.

Like. Of course teens are self-centered, their bodies are doing weird shit for the first time and people keep making jokes they don’t understand yet, and some of these fuckers haven’t been given sex ed so they don’t even know what’s coming.

The younger teens have just emerged from the child form that has only just started being able to comprehend a larger world. In elementary school, sure I was reading time magazine for kids and we prayed for people who were being reported (religious school; recent tsunami, it happens) and when I was in 1st or 2nd grade we heard rumors that once upon a time women weren’t allowed to do the same stuff as men, but like— you can feel those things, but it’s not really something that you comprehend unless it’s right then a part of your life. I remember the first time I really ‘got’ sexism was in ninth grade in a gym class of 24 boys to 3 + me girls, and I wrote bad poetry about it in my phone for like three months trying to process it.

When I was like 16 our car broke down midway to school and we had to call my dorm parent to come drive me the next 5 mins, and so he’s in a bad mood bc he has to pick me up, and mom is in a bad mood bc car she gets a feeling dorm parent didn’t believe her when she said the car broke down, and it’s like 80 out but more importantly the humidity is a swamp, and I just remember being in his car driving the rest of the way to school and he’s complaining about sunburns bc he’s super pale and Irish, but he’s trying to talk so I kind of say “huh well i’ve never gotten a sunburn. I tan real fast and then go inside and I’m white again.”

and even in the moment I remember being like “that’s not really what he wanted to hear” and I think he even made a face, but I was too out of it and hot and tired to really do anything passed that. And I do feel kind of bad about it? Like, I did not mean to demean his pain of sunburns and I know also that at the time he was having A Rough Time with his marriage, to the point where he had us doing religious plays about parenthood for three seasons straight.

But also, I was a teenager. And looking back I can’t exactly blame my past self for just kinda... saying some words and feeling bad the rest of the car ride but also too tired to care. Theater teacher man wasn’t a bad guy; we were definitely not good at reading each other and he thought musicals sucked, but he also was the one who comforted me out of a panic attack when we had a tornado warning and I ended up convinced my daystudent friend was going to die.

Because that’s what I cared about at the time. Me-related things. Yes, tornado, but I am worried about one (1) person, and that mattered to me. I stayed behind when we got an actual sex-ed person in 7th grade because I was scared that reading yaoi would send me to hell. I had a breakdown in front of my history professor because one of my friends was discovering her gender identity and I was scared I was ‘losing her’ (you know the words!)

Now, someone comes out to me or someone doesn’t understand a term and I’m over here like “yea which definition u wanna use” but back then I was a kid and I had never experienced anything like this before, my hormones were wild—which didn’t mean I was horny and wanted boyfriend, it meant I was in constant fear of bleeding through things and every now and then I would wake up and my body would be in surprise unknowable pain (aka I was finally big enough to cut off my own circulation in my sleep and also growing pains)

Now, I’ve got a lot of that under control. When I wake up with a body in pain I usually know why and probably it is my fault actually. I know a bit better how to get through days when I’m too hot, or too groggy, or just dissociation or mad. (The trick is: say aloud, “sorry if I’m not responding much, I’m just really hot/groggy/out of it/still upset about that.” )

That’s not something a lot of teens have down yet. I saw a kid with a naruto shirt on at work once and I said “hey naruto” and he looked at me like he’d seen the face of god, he was so surprised someone knew what naruto was. To someone even MILDLY in my age range, the idea of not knowing who Naruto is is preposterous. But this was like, 12-15 year old at the most. Not hit his growth spurt yet. Just absolutely blindsided that there was an outside world which recognized something he liked, which I’m gonna wildly guess his parents probably aren’t into or don’t talk about it with him, because the thought of talking Naruto with your kid is horrifying.

Obviously, thinking other people don’t know about naruto is a similar kind of self-centered thought along the lines of “I bet thigh chick isn’t a REAL fan of x” or “EVERYONE has an opinion on me and there is no in between” where like the world... sort of revolves around you.

And like, once that person grows up if they keep that sort of self-focus, that’s usually the time you start trying to ditch them, but even older teens are still just coming out of that larval childhood state. They know a lot more about the world than we probably did at their age—I know a lot of them aren’t having the same existential crisis over their friends’ gender like I did, which is a big ol step— but there are still days that it’s going to be too much new shit to deal with, plus whatever else is happening inside them personally. And it’ll take a while to learn how to handle that.

In the meantime, they might be snappish, or out of it, or just kind of give up and have a ‘fuck it’ attitude sometimes, and it drives a lot of adults just goddamn insane it seems, according to all the mildly aggressive parents at work, trying to get kids who don’t want to be there to give the right reactions. It’s probably not even anything personal to the event that’s making them unhappy. One time I talked to a kid who was crying, and when I got her to tell me what was bothering her, it turned out that some people on her family reunion were mean to her. Nothing about the immediate ‘now’, just a lot of emotion that needed to go somewhere, and that somewhere ended up being crying, and it was not at all about respect or disrespect or anything related to us. Probably most of what was needed was to talk about it (success) and take a long nap.

The first time I remember having a meltdown with a ‘trigger’ like that, I was in 5th grade and my first assignment was something like “what did you do over summer” so I lost my entire shit and cried on the couch for an hour. Passed out, slept til 7, woke up and was fed soup, and have no idea if I finished that paper but presumably I did because I remember a nap and food working.

I would keep having these homework meltdowns periodically, and I don’t know when they stopped, but I had at least one, maybe two, in my first year of college.

And eventually I’ve just kinda.... stopped having them. Stress about a big project wasn’t something that bothered me anymore. You just did it one step at a time, and when you started thinking “maybe I’ll do it in the morning”, you immediately go to bed because you’ve already lost the fight and even if you don’t do it in the morning at least you won’t face it sleep deprived.

It takes time and living to get these experiences, and while one kid might not have the same issues with school work I had, maybe something else just knocks them on their ass every time (same) and it is just. Literally something you need to live through a couple times before you know how to deal with it. You can provide Blank Slate Alien Person with all the mental health tips and anecdotal advice and chamomile tea as you want, but the first couple times they face stress, none of those tips help if they don’t know how to implement them.

If you’ve ever assembled something by instructions and ended up building it upside down—it’s easier to build it again once you’ve gotten mad and undone it and started again. Because you’ve practiced. You already had the instructions, but now you have the experience of building it already, even if the result wasn’t the one you wanted.

Teens are learning a) how to read instructions, and b) that their assembly is probably upside down. and in the meantime, the world is also bonkers wild right now.

When they have that moment of rage, or giving up, or aloofness upon finding shit got built upside down— just. Let them.

You don’t have to ‘fix’ it or ‘fix’ them for having these emotions, or lack of them.

These are normal reactions. They make sense. All I’m asking is that we understand it’s going to happen. These emotions are going to happen.

Don’t let yourself justify being mean to kids and teens by telling yourself they’re being disrespectful. The world and their lives and emotions also don’t revolve around you. It’s not always a rebellion or reason to fight when things get too high strung to hold total control of.

That doesn’t mean ignore them. I was maybe 12 or 13, and it was 90 on a metal ship, and i was wearing an under shirt because i didn’t have a bra, so two layers of clothes on a hot metal ship, on my period— and all I remember is asking my dad to let us sit down and eat some lunch, because i was dizzy and dehydrated, and all he just kept saying we would do it once he saw the tour. I have no idea how long it was but I probably could’ve cried and been called moody or uncooperative.

Life is difficult. Especially for people who aren’t yet in control of their situations. Who are still bursting out with emotions they can’t otherwise articulate.

Be kind to that.

#long post #ramble #teenagers #kids #teens #puberty #puberty Sucks #especially when the world continues to exist around you #beatext #memories

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sugasmainn · 5 years

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Beautify The Beast Within Pt. 4

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Word Count: 2.1K

Warning(s): Language

Summary: Cursed. Cursed until he can find a way to melt his closed off and frozen heart. Only given 8 years to find someone to love him despite half of his face being burned and deformed. With a withering tree on his bedside table held as a reminder of the time he had slipping by him. Time that would slip by and make him stay like this forever, until he meets her. Will she be able to melt that heart of his and restore him back to himself, or just break him further?

“It’s withering away. This is hopeless” Yoongi said to Jin.

“Don’t focus on it. If you do, you’re just going to stress yourself out more so than you normally do already” Jin replied. Deep down, he was feeling terrible for his friend. Sure, he was a complete asshole, and deserved some kind of punishment for it, but this? This was devastating to watch.

“Don’t focus on it? How can I not when the future of my career is at risk right now because of this shit!”

Jin paused for a second, realizing that his friend still wasn’t getting it. “Your career? That’s all your concerned about?”

“What are you on about. Of course! You know how I have to stay in hiding for right now. If I can’t break this damn curse I’m suck like this and I’ll never perform again.”

“Wow.”

“What?” Yoongi questioned, now becoming irritated.

“Haven’t you always wanted to eventually settle down from the wild life of a different girl every week, being an asshole, and actually do something, I don’t know, nice?”

“Why would I?”

“Well, the enchantress said you had to fall in love in order for the curse to be broken. Haven’t you ever wanted to have that feeling and someone have it back for you? Doesn’t all this lustful searching and games get a bit old after some time?”

Yoongi really did hear and think about what Jin was saying, and if he was being honest, having a family would be ideal. All this time he wasn’t committing because the life of a person in this industry isn’t something to just casually put on another person, even if they loved them. After some time, not committing and fooling around here and there had become the norm. He never gave much thought into what his actions caused because who it was affecting, he didn’t care much for them, but he did want to fall in love. Eventually. But, he wasn’t going to openly admit that. “Nope. I liked my life just the way it was before all of this.”

Exhausted from the conversation, Jin said, “Sometimes I feel you’re truly hopeless.”

As Jin walked away, his words stuck with Yoongi. Haven’t you ever wanted that feeling and someone have it back for you?

Yoongi felt like his chances were growing slimmer and slimmer as the weeks went on. He only had six more months until the tree withered away completely, symbolizing his eight years will have been completed. Every time he attempted to talk to Violette, she simply gave a cold greeting or ignored him all together. What am I supposed to do with this? He thought to himself about her attitude. The past month and a half of her living there with them has been nothing short of awkward encounters and hidden anger. The Bangtan boys could see that the time withering away was getting to their friend, and that even with the, sad, attempts he’s made, nothing seems to be working. They felt horrible for him, seeing him the past month and a half, seeing him fail time and time again, and seeing in his face show the defeat he was feeling.

Taehyung felt that he could help his friend in showing Violette some romance, a softer version of the Yoongi she already knows. “You need to lose this tough exterior you have going on and actually show some soft emotions. If you don’t, and you keep up the way you’re doing things, she’s just going to continue to see you the way that she does. You’ll continue to resent her, and poof, you’re stuck this beastly forever.”

“Gee, thanks Tae for the boost of confidence that added onto what I already had” Yoongi said sarcastically.

“I’m serious hyung. Maybe, show her your piano skills. Play her a song she loves and make some dinner. Make it a night in with some fun things to do. It’ll give you an excuse to hang out with her and get some conversation going. It’ll be your time to woo her.”

“Woo her? Who the fuck even says that anymore?”

“I said what I said” Taehyung said seriously. “Now, go and plan your night!”

This was one of the many plans the BTS boys had tried to come up with. Each time, Violette gave a strong no. One that she would hope would get him to get off of her back and not continue to ask. She wanted nothing to do with him after finding out that he was the cause of her losing everything. Why would she even want to hang out with him? What were they even going to gain from it? It was obvious neither of them had anything in common, and quite frankly, they were just irritating each other. Why was he so adamant about talking to her and hanging out with her? She kept thinking it was out of desperation, that he believed he was unlovable because of his scar. Now, she has no idea, because Yoongi seems just as upset with her and the situation as she was feeling.

Since she was living in the dorms, she had felt it was only right to contribute to some of the responsibilities in keeping up with maintenance. She agreed to be in charge of the dishes and laundry. She was just finishing a load of laundry for the week and stared putting them on the beds of each member of them dorms. But, for Yoongi, he always told her to leave it outside. Why does he always make me leave these freshly washed clothes on this dirty floor?She decided not to listen to him this time, entered into his room and put his laundry on the end of his bed, just as she did with everyone else. Asshole. Having me do all this laundry for him, just to get it all dirty again. I don’t even care if he gets upset. He should be thanking me for keeping it truly CLEAN.She thought to herself.

Just as she was about to leave Yoongi’s room, Violette noticed a small plant withering away under a glass container on his night stand. It had a low glow to it, which is what attracted her gaze to it. What the hell is this thing? She thought to herself. It looks like it’s almost dead, but, it’s glowing? Since when do plants glow?

As she continued to look at the marveling object before her, she observed every feature of it, taking it in. She wasn’t sure what it was about this simple plant that was interesting her so much. She thought, at first, it was because of the glow forming around the tree, but it was something deeper within it that she felt the need to now touch it. She began by taking off the glass container covering it. This is wrong, I shouldn’t se touching his stuff.Yet, she couldn’t stop her movements from continuing on.

Just as she was about to touch it, Yoongi had walked in and said angrily, “What did I tell you about coming into my room, especially without my permission?!”

“Sorry, I just hated to see all your nice and CLEAN clothes that I JUST WASHED FOR YOU get all dirty from the floor” She replied back to him.

But that was just the icing on the cake for Yoongi, once he saw that his tree of life was being messed with. “What the actual FUCK do you think you’re doing with that?!”

At first confused, she didn’t say anything, but her face gave him the answer that she had no clue in the slightest was he was referring too.

“Are you fucking dumb?” He said getting closer to her. “My tree. Why the FUCK would you touch that?”

Now understanding, she felt kind of bad about the whole situation, and though she hated to do so, she decided it was only right to apologize. “I’m sorry Yoongi. I didn’t mean to mess with it. I couldn’t help myself for some reason, it was beautiful. But, I’m really sorry that I-“

“You’re so fucking annoying! All you ever do is complain and bitch and moan like you’ve got it hard! At least you don’t look like this!” He said now getting even closer to Violette and exposing his scared face more so. But, she didn’t respond. She just backed up in fear of how enraged he was becoming. “What?! Can’t stand to stare at this hideous sight?! Then, GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. HERE!”

She did just that. She came out of his room running to hers. She took her oversized bag, packed as many things as she could in it, and dashed for the door. “Where are you going?” She looked back and saw the voice was coming from Jimin.

“I’ve tried Jimin. I really have, but I can’t stay here any longer. I’m leaving.” And, before Jimin could even utter out another word, she closed the door and quickly went running after to get away from that place.

I don’t care if I just lost my position. I’ll start over again and work my way up like I’ve done before. She thought to herself as she was trying to find any hotel she could stay in for the time being. Where am I even going to go? My apartment was already sold to another family.She figured, she would figure that problem out later. Right now, she needed to find someplace to just lay her head for the night.

After an hour of her walking around aimlessly, just looking for some sign of a motel or hotel, she was growing tired and hopeless that she’d find someplace to sleep that night. She decided to rest herself at a nearby bus stop bench. Scrolling through her phone to find directions, she started to feel hands creeping around on her shoulders. What the hell?She thought, and in turning around, she saw two men who looked like they just came out of a bar coming onto her. “Leave me alone” She said to them coldly.

“Aw, little girl doesn’t want to play with us Min-Jun” The taller one said. “That’s okay though, we’ll show you how much fun we can be right?” Min-Jun nodded his head in agreement, and they both started to grab Violette and take her to the alleyway nearby. She screamed and cried for help, but just saw people pass on by as if they didn’t hear her. They started taking her shirt off and sucking around her collarbone/chest area while the other one watched in pleasure, waiting for his turn.

All of a sudden, Violette saw Min-Jun’s friend get thrown off of her. Shocked, but thankful, she looked up to see the face of her hero. Min Yoongi?She thought to herself in surprise. “What the fuck are you? You seem human, but you sure don’t look like it” Min-Jun said. The taller one began to get back up and was ready to fight Yoongi as well. Yet, Yoongi didn’t back down. He continued to remain unfazed and confident in the face of this intense moment. Instead of wasting time speaking back to them, Yoongi went ahead and fought off both of the men trying to attack Violette. He had one in a head lock and the other he was using his feet to beat his face and upper chest. Once the Min-Jun passed out from the head lock, Yoongi wen to go give Min-Jun’s friend one last final blow to the face. Just as his fist collided with the guy’s face, Yoongi felt a sharp pain going through his lower abdomen.

“Fuck bro, you’re insane” Min-Jun’s friend said, while picking him up off the floor. “Have your bitch, and I hope you remember us by that scar you now have.”

Just as they left, Yoongi looked over to you looking defeated and drained. “Are you o-“ he stopped mid-sentence from falling on the ground, about read to pass out.

Fuck, why’d you have to be nice and come here to help me. Violette thought to herself. Feeling bad since he came to help her and got hurt doing so, she quickly ran over to his aid, and applied pressure to his stab wound on his lower stomach with a piece of her shirt that she ripped off. She checked to see if he still had a pulse, considering he was looking paler than usual. She thankful found one and continued to apply pressure to his wounded area by tying her cloth around his body with her jacket, so this way it would be easier to carry him back. Looking at him with gratitude, she said, “Let’s get you back home and I’ll take care of you.”

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theredeclipse · 5 years

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Spite, just a headcanon about Adam Taurus in the upcoming Vol 7 of RWBY and Adam’s backstory (trigger warning, it gets dark)

Btw, I just wrote this over the past like, 30 min and this probably does not have good grammar. I literally just came up with this out of the blue so if anything doesn’t make any sense, please tell me and I’ll go back and edit, this is just a rough draft

-Adam’s mother lives in a house outside mantle

-Adam sends her money and a letter monthly

-The gang shows up in atlas and Adam’s mom hears about Blake and goes to ask if she’s heard from Adam because last month he said he was coming to visit finally and just had one more “thing to finish”

-Mama asks if he came with Blake because it’s been a month and she was getting worried, she’s heard about Blake in his letters and even tho she heard they had a “disagreement”, it couldn’t possibly be anything worse than an argument

-We get Adam’s backstory through the eyes of the mother, whose just finally happy to meet the wonderful girl that Adam talked so much about

-she takes Blake to her house and there’s an old picture of Adam’s mother and father on wedding day

-Adam’s father is tall, brown hair, blue eyes, bull horns that stretch far backwards off his head(“was a real pain when he would turn in bed” she’d say)

-Adam’s mother has black hair, Amber eyes, and cow ears on the top of her head

-both were forced into the Schnee dust mines when Adam’s mother was pregnant( money was tight and it couldn’t have been as bad as some people said right? The advertisements seemed nice enough) (Schnee dust managers saw two able bodies and a future worker)

-Adam was born into the dust mines

-crayon pictures of Adam with his parents framed because they wouldn’t have cameras in the Schnee dust mine

-Adam’s father was a proud and passionate man, no unlike his son

-Adam’s father saw some Faunus being abused and stepped in, accidentally killing the abusers

-Schnee employers decide to make an example of Adam’s father and have a public execution (public only to the Faunus workers that is)

-Adam and his mother are in the crowd, Adam is twelve and too young to be a worker yet( they usually wait until they’re fifteen to mark their investments and put them to work)

-Adam sees his father about to die and tries to get the other Faunus to help save his fathers life. They’re all too scared and don’t want to die, even Adam’s mother is too afraid of losing Adam as well and tries to stop him

-Adam rushes to the hastily built execution platform alone and tries to fight back but a twelve year old doesn’t stand a chance against eight full grown men

-Adam just gets front row seats the his father getting hung

-Adam’s father tries to say something but the rope is too tight, all he can do is look on as his son is dragged away crying as the world grows darker

-Adam’s mother rushes after her son, the last thing she has in this hell of a world and is captured and brought along with him

-They put both of them in cages and the Schnee guards try to come up with some way to punish them

-one of the senior guards looks up to see Adam glaring at him from his mother’s lap, tears long since dried even tho his mother clings to him and silently cries to not upset the guards

-the guard looks into those blue eyes filled with so much fire and spite... and he comes up with an idea

-he puts one of the branders in the fire and explains his plans to the guards

-Adam and his mother can’t hear what they’re saying but they both get a feeling of trepidation and Adam’s mother clings him tighter to her chest

-he gets two of the guards to drag the child out and gets two more to hold the mother so she can watch

-they put Adam on the ground and three more guards come forward to hold his arms, legs, and head still

-the head guard brings the brand out of the fire and Adam sees the three letters that have damned him for all his life

-Adam starts struggling harder while his mother screams and begs them to stop, all the while the monster creeps ever closer, his eyes reflecting glee in what he-it’s about to do

-the monster reaches Adam and holds the brand over his face, the smoking, terrible red contrasting from the blue of the overhead sky that looks so much like his father’s eyes

-the monster says “look at the passion in this one, an animal this wild needs to be broken in sooner than others or else they would have to be put down. You should be happy boy, I’m saving your life” it laughs and the monsters unsteady hands bring the brand that Adam hadn’t taken his eyes off gets slightly closer to his face, causes Adam to start to hyperventilate

-the monster steadies itself and looks up at the mother whose gone deathly silent, the whites of her eyes visible and a deranged desperation glinting in them

-the monster demands that she be grateful to have only lost one precious thing in her life, that this was mercy

-she doesn’t take her eyes off her precious boy, who would look up at the sky with innocence only a child could have, as he shook and his breathes came out to fast for him to actually be getting any air

-the monster, upset that the mother didn’t even acknowledge his presence, scowls and looks back at the boy whose eyes haven’t left the glowing brand that hovers before his face

-it pushes the brand into the skin

-At first, Adam felt intense heat and let out a choked gasp, sounding to all the unfair world like the scream that was supposed to come out was swallowed by the pain as well

-Adam’s shaking became more spasmodic and harsh as more choked gasps came flying past his lips

-Adam’s right eye was squeezed shut, blackness enveloping that side of his vision

-Adam’s left eye did not have the option of blackness, the bright crimson red that enveloped it’s sight blinding and disintegrating every tear that his soon to be destroyed tear duct could provide

-more choked gasps came out of Adams throat at much faster intervals

-Adam opened his right eye, saw the monster smiling down at him but looked past him, at the bright blue sky that was so much like his father’s eyes, the man that went after his goals and did whatever necessary to do the right thing

-the monster noticed his open eye and put it’s head in the way

-the choked noise that had been trying to break free finally did, an all-powerful scream that even made the monster pause

-the world got dark again and Adam tried to open his eye again, to see the blue sky that filled him with comfort

-but then the blackness of his right eye was filled with red

-Adam grew terrified, not wanting the pain that had begun to fade to start with again on the other side

-But then the heavy metal that Adam had almost let become used to left his face and the sky became blue again

-he looked up, his left eye all but useless, but that did not lessen the shock that overrun his his already diminished soul

-the bodies of the six monsters were laying in pieces, scattered around the room

-Adam looked behind himself, searching for his mother who held him and comforted him whenever the guards would beat him or he’d cry because of the hunger in his stomach

-she sat kneeling beside the bars where the guards had let her slump down, staring wide eyed, not a damaged part on her but two monsters laying bisected at the naval behind her

-Adam stares into his mother’s eyes, one eye expressing fear and the other trying to express itself however it could

-Adam’s mother ran with her unconscious baby in her arms as fast as she could before any of the guards could come investigate

-they snuck out and took refuge in the wilderness, where, not 2 days later, they found a little organization known as the white fang camping in the woods

-Adam was given medical attention by the horrified Faunus, his mother never leaving his side as he tossed and turned in his sleep

-A young woman named Sienna Kahn was in charge of this branch of a relatively new organization that was pro Faunus and Faunus rights

-she visited the family almost everyday to make sure they were okay

-when Adam woke up, he was cautious that these White Fang members were like the other Faunus in the mines, pathetic and unwilling to help do the right thing

-Sienna assuaged his fears, regaling him of the many victories that the White Fang had accomplished and Adam grew enamored

-Adam’s mother was just happy to see her son smile, however small it was

#rwby #rwby volume 7 #adam taurus #blake belladonna #backstory #im gonna go cry now

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minachcn · 4 years

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They Know || Self Para

When: September 11th, 2019

Where: Chan household

It was only the second week of school and Mina was already regretting the commute. She was taking classes all day long, the last thing she wanted to do was be stuck in traffic on the way back. It never failed though. There was always a ton of traffic on the way back home and what a long drive it was. The only thing that made her feel better was the homemade delicious dinner that she was sure to find the second she got home. Usually she had to drop off the car at her mother’s job, but she got a text saying to not bother and come straight home. The brunette had been so hungry, she didn’t think about what it could mean. She just did as she was told.

The last thing she expected to walk into was her family all gathered up in the living room. The room fell silent the second she walked in and all eyes fell on her. Her mother, father, grandmother, sister and brother. They were all home in the living room just looking at her. No one said a word. “Did someone die or something?” she let out a light chuckle as she took off her shoes by the doorway and walked over to greet her older brother, Kai, with a hug.

“We need to talk to you, Min.” her brother’s tone was serious, and he barely returned the hug. It was unlike him.

“You know I was just joking about someone being dead, right? Please tell me it wasn’t ông ngoại? I swear to god if y’all waited till--”

“Nobody’s died, Mina.” her mother said sternly. “But you might.” her sister murmured with a slight scoff. The pair used to be close as thieves until Mina got to high school. Her sister disapproved of Mina’s new habits and she didn’t want to hear it. What was once a small drift over the years turned into a big divide between the sisters.

“Then whatever we gotta talk about can wait till after I eat. I’m fucking starving.” she said, dropping her heavy backpack by the couch. Before she could take a step to the kitchen, her brother grabbed her arm. A little too hard for comfort.

“I said we--” “--What the fuck is your problem!?” she pulled her arm out of his grasp and looked up at him annoyed and wondering why he was being this way with her. They were the closest and he was easily the only person that she actually listened to. More than her own parents.

“Mina sit down!” her father ordered in their native language and she turned to look at him, more annoyed now that they were treating her like she had done something wrong. She hadn’t even gone out to parties in weeks and didn’t have any weed in the house. “--Oh, so you’re just gonna let him grab me like that? This is fucking bullshit.” she huffed as she grabbed a sit on the couch as well, folding her arms across her chest.

“When were you planning on telling us you were pregnant?” Her mother, Thu, said a she placed the sonogram on the table. Her usually soft voice was quite serious, her eyes -- all their eyes filled with disappointment. Mina eyes widened in shock the second she saw the ultrasound on the table. How did they find it? She could’ve sworn that she hid it well. She made sure to do so.

“Well?” Kai said, impatiently waiting to the young girl to say something. Anything.

“I told you this was going to happen, but you don’t want to listen to me. You just wanna let your daughter go out every night and do all the drugs and whatever she wants with boys. Had you control her like I told you, this wouldn’t happen. You wanted to raise an American girl; this is what you get.” Grandmother clicked her tongue in disappointment as she looked at the youngest member of their family.

“Mẹ you’re not helping.” her father said before glancing back at his little girl, whose eyes were all teared all now. “Mina you need to talk to us, honey.”

“I was being careful, Ba.” Mina cried. “I really was. I was taking my pills on time and we were using protection. I don’t know what happened.” That was a lie, she knew exactly what happened. They had been drinking and during the second round, neither bothered with protection. She bought a Plan B the next day but clearly that didn’t work.

“Who’s the father? Call him and tell him to come here this instant.” her brother ordered, visibly angry. He knew Mina was a wild child, but he never expected her to do something this dumb. He talked to her so often and advised her about making the right choices and focusing on the bright future she had ahead of her.

“No.” Mina sniffled, looking down at her hands instead of her family. She couldn’t bear to see that look. Disapproval was something she was used to. They didn’t get her and didn��t always approved all her choices. But she never disappointed them before. Despite her attitude, she was always top of her class, brought home many different plaques and trophies. Everyone always had great things to say about her. She was their star kid. Now rather than helping them out, she was bringing home another mouth to feed.

“--What do you mean, no? Mina call the fucking boy right now. I won’t ask you again.” her brother said a little louder this time.

“Mina, honey, who’s the father?” her mother asked.

“Poor thing probably doesn’t even know.” Grandma just shook her head.

“Poor thing? She knew exactly what she was doing.” her sister corrected as she looked up from her phone. Truthfully, she was only there because they asked her to be. But frankly, she had seen this whole thing coming years ago. Her parents let Mina get away with too much.

“I don’t want to talk about it! He’s nowhere near here so why doesn’t even matter? I’m just gonna work a lot until I have this baby and--”

“Wait, you’re going to keep the baby?” her sister asked, now shocked.

“Of course, she’s gonna keep the baby!” her mom quickly responded, looking at the older girl like she said something horrific. “But sweetie, you need to tell us who the father is. We need to talk to him and figure out what the two of you are gonna do. A baby is no joke, you know that. They’re expensive and it requires a lot of sacrifice. It won’t be just about you anymore.”

“I know, Mom. That’s why I’m commuting this year and got a job at the coffee shop. I’m gonna save up as much as I can. I’ll do online classes next semester and...um I’ll figure out the rest when I get there. But I can do this.” Mina said, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. “You guys don’t know the father of the baby so there’s no point in telling you. And I haven’t told him yet --”

“Mina you haven’t told him?”

“Mom, how are you still shocked by anything she does? Of course, she hasn’t told him.” her sister added with a slight chuckle.

“At least some of us get laid --”

“--Mina, this is not the time for that.” her brother cut her off before the two girls started arguing. “You know, I’m really disappointed in you. You’re so close to getting out of here and you went and got yourself pregnant. Don’t you think mom and dad struggle enough trying to maintain this place and take care of you? We all work, I have my own family to look after and grandma is old now, she can’t be staying home taking care of a baby while you’re off in school or doing whatever. You really fucked up this time.”

Tears filled her eyes once again as she looked at her older brother. The one person that she loved the most and never wanted to disappoint. It really hurt her to hear him say. Out of all people in the room, she expected him to have her back like he always had. “I’m not asking any of you for help. I said I have a job and I’ll figure my own shit out and if it’s so hard to have me and my baby here, then I’ll just move the fuck out!” she snapped, getting up from the couch and storming off to her room.

“--Mina,”

“Mina wait--” the bedroom door slammed shut, leaving the adults all looking at each other now. “Why would you talk to her like that!” Mom scolded her son.

“You have to stop babying her so much, mom.” the oldest daughter said as she too got up from her couch, no longer interested in this gathering.

“I told you she should’ve come lived with me. This is all on you guys.” Kai said, looking as his parents before getting up from the couch as well. “Go bring her some food. I gotta get home and spend some time with the kids before my shift tonight.” ....

#selfpara #sp1

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