#there's. Weird stuf down here but i dont want to scan it because of the poison.
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Thanks for da likes and follows from the beautiful (I had a little malfunction there I forgot how to write beautiful hehe..) people and.... My Todoroki one got likes a little fast so what's my hero academia without cinnamon roll deku right?
*SOFT SURFACE*
Spelling mistakes, wrong use of words sorry about those
This is FLOOF I mean simply Fluff! And a UNLIMITED CUTE IZUKU MIDORIYA!! Ahem... Carrying on....
•sometimes, you should thank the friend that exposed your liking towards someone•
It was a beautiful day.. the sun was smiling.., PERFECT temperature, the wind taking your hair on a ride, you didn't feel sleepy, and you were early .
You were peacefully sitting on your chair inside your class untill one of your classmates arrive. As you were zoning off staring into a Blank wall while imaging a fake scenario of you being a total badass. You saw Kirishima enter the classroom, you were quiet amazed "you were the last person that was on my mind to enter the class this early.. I expected bakugo!" You said joyfully "oh no! He's here he was here before me technically but he went somewhere else to do something he told me it was none of my business" he said as he smiled at you with his shark like teeth showing witch is supposed to be scary but it made you we warm. "OI! Shitty hair did you take my drink?!?" He screamed which made both of you jump at his oh so angelic voice (he's pointing a gun at me 😭) "oh, yea you left it on the bench I took it because I thought you forgot it! Here.." he handed it over "DO YOU THINK IM THAT IRRESPONSIBLE HUH?!?" he shouted, but yet sounded like those angelic high notes in choirs (hElp 🙏) "dude it isn't like that! I jus-" he got cut off by the handsome spik- (OMG IM SORRY DONT KILL ME HAVE MERCY BAKUGO!) gentleman " WHA-" now he got cut off by the REAL ANGLE "Shut up! My brain can't process a fight this early so shh don't you have stuf- nvm" you cut off mid sentence because you didn't want anymore chaos happening.
Soon one by one of your classmates entered inside the classroom totally not looking like dead corpses. But as the dead was entering the spotlight was taken away by the All Might obsessed Izuku Midoriya approaching you and slapping two movie tickets on your desk "PLEASE COME TO THE MOVIES WITH ME BECAUSE NO ONE ACCEPTED MY INVITATION TO WATCH YOUR FAVOURITE MOVIE... THAT DIDN'T MEAN THEY HATE IT OR SOMETHING THEY JUST DIDN'T-" you cutoff holy child's gibberish speaking and said "whoa dude, slow down are you ok and it isn't even that hot in here and you are sweating for a second I thought you fell into a pool!" You said as you tried to process everything he said "BAHAHAHAHAA, YOUR SO FUNNY BUT CAN YOU PLEASE GO WITH ME BECAUSE IM LONELY AND IM SCARES OF THE DAR-" he posed and thought about the words he said •they won't bully me about it right? I'm probably a definition of coward to them right now! But.. anything for Y/N-chan to come with me!• he thought in his clean mind "your scared of wha- nvm that but perfect timing Izuku because I wanted to got watch it really bad and I'm free too!" You said excitingly " OH REALLY!? Thank you so much!" He said as he started walking in a weird way...
You were done with your morning classes and now it's time for food ! You can't even remember what anyone said you don't even know what you had! You were still a little worried about Izuku's way of talking to you. You went to his women killing room mate and and scanned with your eyes around the lunch room to see if Izuku was near by so you can ask him and hopefully get rid of your curiosity " hey pokéball!" You said joyfully "oh hey Y/N, would you please consider not calling me pokéball I prefer icyhot or half-and-half" he said in his calm voice "oh hell no, besides I don't like copying you know? Never mind that but do you know what's up with Izuku?" You said curiously "oh, I think you mean the way he talked to you this morning right? He has a 'big crush' on you according to what I heard him say when he deflated himself on the floor as he regret saying he's afraid of the dark to someone..." He said "what!" You said as you formed into mina "yes, you should be careful.. I'll try talking him out of his thought of crushing you to death but lock your doors and windows before going to bed.." he said like a concerned father. "Huh? Never mind you and your thinking right Todoroki but are you sure he said ..'big crush?'" you whispered the two words "yes, oh look izuku's coming you should give him some space to sit we have important business to talk about-" he stopped as he saw your inner sonic appear as you ran fast. "Was Y/N talking to you?" Cinnamon butt cheeks said (oml what wrong with my simile's 😭) "yes, she asked me about you wired behavior and I said you have a big crush on her now you have no chance to crush her- Midoriya?" He said worriedly looking at his pale face "You- s-said w-h-what?.." he said dumfoundedly. "I said 'you have a big crush on he-" He was cutoff by a deflated balloon Midoriya on the floor.
TIME FOR THE MOVIE GURLLLL-
You were getting all dolled up to accept or confess or whatever to be izuku's "OMG IN GONA BE A GIRLFRIEND!" You said excitedly. You went to izuku's dorm since he was late to show up to yours and knocked on his door " hey! Izuku!" You heard clashing inside of the room you got a little worried and said "hey, is everything... Okay?" You heard more clashing. You got worried so bad you tried opening the door surprisingly it was open "Izuku?" You said concerned •dammit why do I always forget to lock the door• Izuku cursed to him self while hiding under his bed "Izuk- hey what are you doing under the bed, bro what?" You said confusingly •oh, I got caught I'll just act like nothing happened maybe todoroki was just joking with me• he got out from the hiding place "uh... H-hi!" He said nervously "hey izu, didn't you get ready!?!" You said as you were looking at his face which made him have butterflies "oh yea, sorry about that I'll be quick stay here" he clumsily walked to the bathroom with his clothes and everything while celebrating the fact todoroki joked at him which is sus but what else should he think right?.
After a while you both got ready and started walking to cinema peacefully untill you decided to be brave and hold his hand "this is okay right?" You asked while trying to read his reaction 'y-yeah it-its fine" he said as he was turning to a pink flower that just got some butterflies attention. He held his stomach as he felt the butterflies going crazy in there "sooo.... I heard you have a crush on me is... Is this true or Is it just a lie" he froze then and there •of course todoroki didn't lie that's totally suspicious of him-• "umm.. I know your too shy to admit so let me just say I like you too.. Izuku Midoriya" you said as you rubbed your neck nervously.
He's falling... not to mention he fell into a soft surface that was suspicious.. the ground is normally hard and he is supposed to be bleeding to death by now.. he looked up and saw you red face after a few seconds he has processed the fact that he was on y/n's soft cuddlable boobies, he turned into a beetroot as he started mumbling apologies to you and saying he should suffer himself for doing this to you "ARE YOU Crazy izu? It was just an accident besides you didn't tell me the answer... " you grabbed his face and made him get face you and said "you like me or not sweetie?" You said Izuku was internally dieing it was so damn hot "YE-yes i- I lov- like you v-veh-very muha-much.." he said as he was falling apart by being so close to your face. he successfully built his confidence to kiss you and he tried leaning in but.." so you just like me? I was told you loved me though.." You said dramatically you were technically the queen of teasing so it's your job to tease ya know? "Huh... Oh-oha-ohaky u-uh i-i l-loa-louw you vewy much" he said as you were squeezing his freckled red cheeks and then he finally received his price "good boy!" You kissed him gently and I took him to a trip to cloud 9 "thank you momm-" he said but the last word made you smirk "what did you just say?" You said smug "NOTHING" He shouted "okay then, let's move on shall we, I don't like wasting prescious money on movie tickets and not going to them" you said as sarcasm dripped down like blood. "Okay.." he said as you both held hands and made your way to you movie...
~THE END~
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ermmm why did i just get a radio transmission
#LOL <nervous chuckle#original nonsense#subn liveblog#I found a new poison river biome ::-)#the one I have been staying in is called a ghost forest apparently. This one has a lot of pyrocoral and brine floaters.#i jumped into a river and fell into a huge cavern AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH im okay though.#there's. Weird stuf down here but i dont want to scan it because of the poison.
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╰ ☆ ╮𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 - discord au ✰⋆
1.2k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮." // "𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳."
𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘: 5/5 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 || 𝘺/𝘯 & 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱
I plopped my bag on my unmade and definitely in need of a wash bedsheets. I looked down on it, scrunching my nose seeing blemish marks upon my white sheets. Don’t ask me what it is, maybe dirt? Marker? Maybe the last drops of a monster energy drink that I chucked across my room into the garbage can. I’m not too sure what exactly it is to be quite honest. I’ve been so busy and tired, and the state of my bedroom defiantly showed it. University is hard, especially when it isn’t your only responsibility. With all the homework, my job and trying to keep my long-distance relationship above water it is especially hard.
But for once, the world was on my side. It was the weekend, I didnt have work and nothing due soon for school. I could get a rest, fucking finally. I walked my self over to my desk, and sat down in the chair. Unlike George and his streamer friends with these super expensive duel monitor and pc set up bullshit, I just had my laptop, and fuck Dream for making fun of me for it. I unfolded it, pressing the power on button. I watched as it slowly booted up.
Okay, maybe Dream is right but still fuck him.
I refuse to give that man the satisfaction of saying "I told you so." After waiting for a few to let it boot up all the way, I clicked through onto discord.
sex havers and y/n.
fucking idiots, all five of them.
looking over to the voice channels i saw them all in vc 2. I pondered, and questioned if I was mentally stable enough to listen to karl and quackity scream into my ear. I knew the answer was no but...oh, my finger slipped.
"y/n!" karl yelped with excitement. I felt a second wind rip through my body. that was the effect these boys had on you, if you think you're tired you're actually not.
"hi george." i said brightly, knowing it would offend karl greatly.
"hi hun." he said shortly, taking me off guard. i could hear him slamming on his keyboard.
"what are you playing?" i asked, going to click on his discord profile to find out.
"phasmaphobia, come save me from karl. he's been screaming the whole time in the lobby."
"hell no babe, you're on your own im sorry."
"for once, i agree with them." dream chimed in, making me roll my eyes and make a fake gagging noise at him.
dream has one of the kindest hearts i know of. we just fucked around with each other, but we could never seriously hate each other. he was like a brother to me, and no not one of those weird fucked up "i have a crush on my boyfriends best friend" things, but just a genuine great friend.
my thoughts we're interrupted by a loud scream from sapnap, and quackity and karl yelling run. I winced, smashing the volume down button on my laptop.
"alright nope! no no im done! i am closing the game." george said frantically, you laughed as you watched his discord status change.
"awe did the ghostie boy scare you?" i tease gently, testing the waters. with george sometimes, i could never tell when the teasing would be too much.
before he could anwser, i saw karls face appear on my computer screen making me giggle. he had the camera zoomed all the way into his face, staring dead into the camera.
"george..." he growled lowly, making you laugh.
"yes karl?" george asked innocently.
"SCREW YOU!"
the whole call bursted into laughter, i watched my screen go from only karl to karl and quackity.
oh dear god...
anytime alex has his camera on we knew we were in for it.
i watched quackity as he grabbed a stuffed pillow from behind him, and a pair of scissors off his desk.
"george listen- listen to me. this pillow-" he waved it in front of the camera.
"this is you. now this is a pair of scissors." he proceeded to wave them in front of the camera also.
"now george, i want you to turn your camera on for me."
george groaned in protest.
"why-"
"SHUT UP AND DO IT!" quackity yelled, i whined at him to shut the hell up.
I watched the screen grow again into three cameras on, butterflies filling my stomach as I saw george's smile. sometimes it just feels so surreal to me, how he gave me the time of the day really. when I first meet him he didn't seem like the type to date anyone, and if he did he would have been the type to forget he was dating someone and not answer for days.
yet he proved me wrong.
being with george has been one of the best relationships i've been in. he was kind and caring, and yeah he had a hard times being comforting but he showed his compassion in other ways. whether it be a meme he made himself to make me laugh, or a something as small as sending me a cat video link.
"y/n! turn on your camera." sapnap demanded, making you frown your brows.
"what! why? since when did you have yours on sap?"
"well if you weren't day dreaming ab mr gog mister over here you would have saw me put it on."
I rolled your eyes. I scanned my bedroom and made a face. It is a fucking mess in here.
"okay but dream doesn't have his on." i point out, knowing that wasn't going to help me.
"yeah thats because its dream." karl retorted.
"turn it on."
"turn it on."
"turn it on."
The four of them stared to chant, as dream laughed in the background.
"I fucking hate you guys." I groaned, hitting the camera button on discord.
Quackity placed the bear and scissors down, standing up out of his seat to lean closer to the computer screen.
"holy shit y/n! did a hurricane come through your room or something?" he laughed, half jokingly.
the boys knew they couldn't genuinely say shit, after all they are boys.
"oh fuck off. i would love to see your bedroom."
"i guess this makes me the organized one in the relationship." george says proudly, gleaming with joy.
the boys and i laughed at him, watching his mouth slowly open wide and a look of disbelief spreading across his face.
"what! why are you laughing?"
"george, you and i both know you are the least organized person in the world." dream told him.
i giggled watching georges reactions to their comments. his mannerisms were apart of his humor, the hand gestures and the facial expressions.
"no okay no guys please. listen-"
"guys pleaseeee" sapnap whinned mockingly, sending us all into laughter.
"screw off! babe tell them how organized i am!" he yelled through a laugh.
my eyes widened, fuck. you tried quickly to think of a lie to make him look stupid but good at the same time.
"last night he ate his fruit loops by color." i said, nodding trying to sell it.
"HES FUCKING COLOR BLIND YOU LIAR!" dream yelled loudly.
i covered my mouth from laughing so hard. holy shit. thank god i dont have anything to do tomorrow its going to be a long night.
#mcyt x reader#mcyt fic#george x reader#georgenotfound x reader#geroge fanfic#george fluff#george imagines#george x y/n#mcyt fluff#mcyt imagine#feral boys fanfic
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Distance Makes the Heart Grow
CHAPTER 1
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?
Warnings: None for this chapter!
A/N: Nothing major happens in this chapter, this is sorta just like the beginning stages.
(Y/n) let out a load groan, hand searching aimlessly for the alarm clock on her side table. “Where is it?!” she continued to slap her hand around on her table, many objects falling to the floor before her hand finally landed on the right one, the rooster noises ceasing as her hand collided with the big snooze button. She rolled over, sighing as she stared at her speckled ceiling. “Perhaps I really should take the time to learn how to use the alarm on my phone.” it wasn’t that she was bad with technology persay. It’s just if it was produced after the year of 2008 you could forget it. Could you really blame her though? During all her years at Hogwarts, she had never made the switch her fellow classmates made with modern technology. Sure she had a smart phone but the only thing she could manage to do with it is call, text, and make notes in the notes app (something she had just recently learned as well).
Unwillingly, she crawled out of bed, stretching as she let out a large yawn, bones snapping and cracking like a New Year’s firework. She made her way to the bathroom, looking into the same mirror she always did, watching the light in the center flicker the same way as always. Life for (Y/n) was seemingly unchanging. Day after day, month after month, was spent exactly the same. She’d wake up, get ready for work, and then travel a few blocks down the street to open the bakery. Her bakery.
It wasn’t that (Y/n) didn’t enjoy what she did. She happened to enjoy her job very much. All her friends at Hogwart’s had encouraged her, giving her the push she need to travel the journey of opening her own business. It was something she had always wanted to do but her parents begged her not to. In their words they didn’t want ‘an over zealous and unrealistic’ daughter on ther hands. However, their rude words simply were fuel to the fire. During her 5th year, she began to busk tables at various shops in Hogsmeade. It was hard work, balancing long shifts at 3 different shops and still maintaining decent scores in each class. But, she knew if she couldn’t handle that then there was no way she’d be able to handle running a bakery. So day in and day out she’d work, and work, and work and by the end of her 7th year she had a decent amount of money saved up!
The first issue had been finding a place in a good area that would gain traction and attention while the second one was finding someone willing to sell to someone fresh out of school with no prior business experience. She’d spoken to many people in various different places, some good, and some bad before she finally had been blessed with the chance of meeting Mary and her wife Denise. It was a miracle really. (Y/n) was short on the money, exponentially so however, Mary had sold to her anyways. She said she saw a passion in the girl that she hadn’t seen for a very long time and that it was something she wanted to help foster considering she had had her time to live her dreams and explore passions of her own. So with that, a handshape was exchanged for a beat up envolope filled with the entirety of the girl’s life savings. She had invested every nickel and dime she had ever earned into the place and she prayed it wouldn’t blow up in her face.
Which brought her to where she was today: a proud owner of a highly successful business. And of course, with great business comes a nice chunk of money which caught her parents’ attention. They had began to call her everyday but when that they didn’t work, they showed up at her shop unannounced. At first, she had felt warm inside. Her usual cold and distant parents had come to visit her! However, when they started crunching out numbers and percentages, that short lived happiness was replaced by irritation in which she quickly kicked them out, placing a charm on the building that when they’d attempt to enter (if they really, truly, had the balls to come back), their bodies would be flung right back onto the sidewalk into the heaping piles of trash on the city side walks. Now, (Y/n) was by no means wealthy, but she made a nice amount of money to be engaging in something she enjoyed so heavily, which is why she was confused where they had gotten the idea she had money to share with the main two people who were the cause of her insecurities. Plus, every extra dollar she had she put right back into the shop. Paying her workers, building maintenance, ingredients. She wasn’t a fan of having too much money, her family had shown her what that could cause (and how easily you could lose it all).
Yet still sometimes she found herself wishing she could live the lavish lifestyle her parents once did. She mainly dreamed more so of the more engaging parts instead of the status and power that came with it. As she frosted various different cakes with thick buttercream, her mind would wonder to vivid imagery of beautiful hotel rooms, with breath taking views. Michelin five star meals, coated in delicious cream sauces. Endless adventure waiting to be discovered.
And yet here she was, sitting at a table as she stuffed her face with a raspberry marzipan cupcake. It was a Wednesday, first one of the month and as per usual, her and Twyla were set together, sampling cakes, chocolates, and other treats for the upcoming days. Wednesday had been the official day they had chosen due to the slowed flow of people that would come in. (Y/n) liked to have a different theme each day of the week. The customers lived for it and she had massed a group of frequenters who came each day, wondering what the theme would be that day.
“You know boss, I’ve gotta say it. Working here and sampling all these cakes with you is giving me quite the ass!” Twyla said, turning around as she wiggled her ass in the girl’s face for emphasis. (Y/n) giggled, rolling her eyes as she swatted at the girl, missing as she jumped away from her last minute. “Hey! You gotta take me out to dinner first for that.”
“Just because we’re sampling cakes doesn’t mean that the store is closed! Anyone could walk in at any moment and would you really want that to be their first experience here?” she asked, eyes scanning the silver platter in front of them. She decided on the new dessert flavored chocolates she had been working on. Popping it into her mouth, she let out a moan of approval.
“I mean, I dont’ see why not! We’d definitely make a lot more money with a cake like mine!” the blue haired girl said, sitting down as she grabbed a chocolate as well. “Besides, I don’t think those little noises you’re making would help the scene.” she stated, snickering as the girl across from her tensed up.
“It-it’s not like that! The chocolate- it just- I just- ugh!” she stuttered out, huffing as she crossed her arms over her chest, pouting at the girl. “If you’re gonna keep being mean we can end this process. Just tell me what you think of the blueberry pie chocolate so I can know if we’re adding it to tomorrow’s spread.”
“Oh come on (Y/n) it’s good! Every first Wednesday we sit here, you overly critique yourself, then me and Tiana end up picking out our favorites for the next day!” Twyla was right, even their patterns for trying new things remained the same. (Y/n) wiped her messy hand on her aprons, sighing as she stood up to go back to her position behind the counter. Her employee followed, grabbing the platter to put back into the kitchen before joining her boss behind the counter.
“You’re right. I swear everyday is beginning to feel the same.” She opened her notepad, beginning to take inventory of the sweets they had in the display counter. “I’m grateful for everything I have, I really am. But sometimes I just wish I could have something, anything….”
“New?” the green eyed girl added, catching the (h/c) haired girl’s attention. She nodded, looking at the girl who had snuck a cookie out of the glass case. “I feel ya, girl. Everyday feels the same. Sometimes even when new people come in, I can already tell how they’re going to be. How they’ll act, what they’ll order, what method of payment they’ll use.” (Y/n) eyed the girl up, raising a brow.
“Are you sure you’re not just using legilimens?” she questioned, watching as the girl shifted on her feet, scratching the back of her neck.
“Okay so maybe I do sometimes. But a lot of the times I don’t! Like the other day this weird guy came in and- woah. (Y/n) I don’t wanna freak you out but I have a feeling those hotties in suits across the street are going to be walking in here soon.” Twyla said, in an uncharacteristically quiet tone. The shorter girl followed her friend’s gaze, looking out the glass doors across the street. Three unfamiliar men were crossing over, all in suits that she could only assume cost as much as four months of rent. However, the one in the middle really caught her eye.
Before she knew it, the bell chimed and the three of them made their way in. They looked very out of place in the brightly decorated shop. The one in the middle looked the most important, towering over the other two men. He had dark slicked back hair, an eyebrow piercing, and tattoos that were visible on his neck and hands (which had a few beautiful looking rings on them (none of which were a wedding band…)), yet his hazel eyes held a soft look to them. To his left was a redhead boy, freckles danced all along his face. His eyes were bloodshot from god knows what. He had tattoos as well (not as many as the middle man) and a few unique ear piercings. The guy to the hot tall guy’s right was attractive too but not nearly as serious looking as the other two. In fact, he was humming a song under his breath, a smile causing the tattoo on the right side of his face to crease.
As she went to open her mouth to greet them, the man in the middle eye’s grew wide, his mouth gaping as he stared at her. He walked closer, examining her face closely which caused her to grow confused.
“I’m...I’m sorry. Do I know you?” she asked.
“(Y/n)?” she gasped at the sound of the familiar voice, her notepad and pen dropping from her hands. She made her way around the counter, staring up at the tall man.
“Neville?!”
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Please || Matthew Gray Gubler
Requested, YES/NO: Can I please request a female reader where she is chubby and by about her appearance and she and Matthew are in a relationship but she is scared he is going to leave her for someone more pretty. So he gets into an argument about why she is acting weird and she confesses and basically it ends with him showing her how beautiful she is and smut and after care?
Gender: she/her, female.
Warnings: body worship, talk of food and weight gaining due to food (unhealthy mindset from the reader i guess?), reader calls themself a ‘troll’, self-abuse/hurtful words to oneself, sex.
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“You ready pumpkin?” Matthew asked as he walked into the shared bedroom; only to see you in your underwear squishing your stomach with a sad frown, “oh baby” Matthew pouted as he came up behind you, his arms wrapped around your stomach and pulled you into his back, “just not a good day?” you shrugged, it was hard to speak without crying, “we don't have to go out,” his voice was small as he peppered kisses down your neck while thumbing at your stomach. Your breath shuddered as you walked to your closet and picked out your comfort outfit and sniffled, “sweetie i promise we don't have to go” Matthew stood still in the middle of the room while you stood in front of the closet trying your hardest not to break down, “you can stay here, i'll go alone bubby”
“I'll be okay,” your voice was scratchy and barely a whisper but Matthew somehow heard it.
“I don't want you to go somewhere where you’re not comfortable,” Matthew retorted, god you loved this man.
“Please,” it was a whimper.
Please just drop it.
Please just let me do this.
Please hold me.
Please tell me if I'm enough.
Please don't touch me.
Please help me.
The thing that brought you back to earth was the kiss Matthew gave to the crown of your head before exiting the room; leaving you with the click of the door and the screams of your inner demons and voices. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of the voices before grabbing your comfort outfit and getting dressed; it was a red carpet event after all, you couldn't be late, or look bad.
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“Oh my god it's Jennifer Aniston!” Matthew whispered with a grin as said model and actor stepped out of her car and started making her way onto the carpet. Matthew hugged your sides - your chubby sides - and squeezed you into him as cameras flashed.
“Matthew over here!”
“Gubler this way!”
“Oi, look at me! Perfect!”
God it was so loud even in this open venue. You tried to keep your smile light and happy but anyone who was anyone could see exactly what was going on in your head; you were only brought back to earth for the second time today by the pull of Matthew. You're leaving! Finally! After a-
“Hello! I am here with Matthew Gray Gubler and girlfriend (Y/n) (L/n)!” a voice called.
Fuck.
Interview.
Smile and wave boys, just smile and wave.
“How are you enjoying the place so far Matthew?” the interviewer asked as you finally got a good look at her; long blonde hair, perfectly chiseled face, tight waist, small stomach, skin tight dress, long legs, perfect pedicure and manicure…
“(Y/n)?” Matthew jolted you slightly as you stared at the interviewer.
“Yes?” you questioned.
“How do you feel tonight? You've got many models and actors around you, is it a bit overwhelming being with an actor?” god even her voice was sexy.
“Um, no, no it's good!” you gave a fake small and jolted yourself to a fake happy, “it's great being around those i admire and watch in shows and movies; Chris Evans, Simon Pegg; i think even Ben Hardy and a few others i admire are here too” you gave a grin and looked around while talking to give the impression you were looking for the people you were talking about.
“Well that sounds good!” The interviewer gave a forced laugh, almost like she was bored, “are you wearing anything special or is this just the sunday look?” her giggle was what caught you on the insult.
“Excuse me?” Matthews hand on your waist tightened as you spoke.
“Darling-”
“Your outfit is a bit old…” the interviewer paused, “a bit outdated?” this made you go quiet; now your comfort outfit is ruined.
“Excuse us,” Matthew mumbled as he guided you away from the interviewer and into a quiet corner.
“What-”
“Did you want to go home?” Matthew cut you off, he was stern and to the point.
“What? No of course not-”
“Your comfort outfit has just been insulted, I know how much you love this outfit and I know how amazing it makes you look every single time you wear it,” Matthew waited a moment as he looked at you with all the love in the world.
“But what about-”
“It's just a party” Matthew reminded you, he always had a habit of making bad situations into good ones.
“No, no I promise I'm okay baby,” you gave the most convincing smile you could, Matthew was hesitant but eventually gave in as you continued the red carpet and did another 3 interviews...all while being surrounded by lovely size 6 women who have flat stomachs, nice legs and nice breasts. While you were on the heavier side of the spectrum you couldn't help but thank yourself for your breasts; they were not huge but they weren't small like some actresses were because their body was small in comparison. And Matthew adored your breasts; always held them and stuffed his face in them to make you laugh, always leaving marks and bruises in the perfect places that only you know about...so you just kept that same mentality through the rest of the night.
He loves me.
That's all I need.
He loves all of me.
He could go for better.
But he chose me.
God he could totally go for better.
Look there’s Aniston and her perfect body-
No stop!
God and now A.J., and Paget; even Kirsten looks better in any outfit than i do.
No matter how much you tried you just couldn't stop thinking how much better Matthew would be with someone smaller than you; someone who could give him lap dances and not have rolls, someone he could throw over his shoulder easy, someone he could pick up from behind, someone who could sit on his face and not crush him...this is gonna be a long night.
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When you got home that night all you wanted to do was law down in bed and weep, but of course you had a boyfriend whom you lived with.
“Did you like the movie (Y/n)?” Matthew asked as he hung his coat, a big dopey grin plastered on his face. You shrugged.
“Was a movie,” was your only response before walking into the bedroom and striping to your underwear.
“Okay…” Matthew mumbled, he knew something was up but he didn't want to push it, “want to order in or something then?” he called through the house, “maccas? Thai? Ooo I could go for some good sushi or honey soy chicken; oh my god AND NOODLES!” he sounded too excited for what seemed to be a weight gaining meal. Matthew bounded into the bedroom with a grin before stopping short.
There you were.
Head in your hands.
Shoulders shaking.
Silently sobbing.
“Baby?”
“Please leave me alone,”
“Please tell me what's wrong...you’ve never been like this; you've always loved yourself,”
You sniffled before going silent for a moment.
“I've always been like this; i'm just good at hiding it from everyone,”
And it suddenly made sense.
When you get a smaller plate than you normally would in restaurants, a salad instead of a cupcake, a healthy shake rather than milkshake, exercising more, covering yourself with layers when you go out together.
“Oh sweetheart,”
Matthew sat down next to you, he was about to reach a hand out to touch you but cowered back when he realised you most likely wouldn't like it.
“You know you're...you’re a lot like Spencer Reid even if he's only fictional,” this seemed to make you smile as you thought of the times you got to spend on set with your second family, “you give great advice, you’re smart in places others aren't, you ramble...but then again you're so different: you’re warm, inviting, open hearted, head full, eccentric, extravagant-”
“Well i wouldn't say extravagant-”
“Well I do,” you finally looked at Matthew; his face faltered when he saw how tear stained and red splotched you where. But god you were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“I know i'm probably a troll by now-”
“No, no no baby; never,” Matthew raised his hands and cupped your jaw to keep you looking at him, “you’re always the most beautiful thing i ever had the pleasure of meeting,” you wanted to smile, and you did, but that was only your face.
“Yeah? Then what about the rest of me-”
“Dont” Matthew was quick to cut you off, “you are beautiful, all of you is beautiful,”
“But I've got, I've got rolls! A-and marks! Hair! I-i smell, I'm flabby, I jiggle…”
“I have rolls too and you love them,” your eyes darted to Spencers stomach where you knew his soft rolls where, “i have marks,” your eyes traveled to his hips were you knew some stretch marks looked like bolts of lightning from Zeus and Thor themselves, “i have hair,” you probably shouldn't have but you looked to his pant-covered crotch where you knew there was a recently trimmed patch of dark hair, “i smell,” you giggled at this as you both did kind of smell due to the day out in the hot movie theater, “im flabby and i jiggle,” he wasn't wrong, his arms sometimes jiggled when you moved them the same as his tummy whenever he danced weirdly.
“But youre skinny-”
“No buts,”
“I eat too much”
“So do I”
“You don't gain weight from it”
“Because i couldn't swallow for 26 days and have a fast metabolism”
“You have cheekbones”
“So do you”
“You cant see mine”
“I was a model; I had to bite the inside of my cheeks”
“Chiseled jaw,”
“Jaw exercises because i was a model; plus eating you o-”
“OKAY SHUSH,” you waved Matthew off with a laugh before standing up quickly.
“Can we please just go to bed? I just want this day to end,” you asked as your hands unconsciously covered your naked stomach; Matthew only now realised you had stripped from your dress before he came into the room. The look in his eyes when he scanned you from top to bottom included a range of emotions, from love and lust, to anger; anger being that you couldn't see what he sees and saw every day of his life.
“Can you at least let me show you how amazing your body is? And how much I adore you, your body and your mind?” a red flush went over your whole body as you realised what he was asking. Of course he asked. Consent is sexy.
That’s when it all fell into place; as soon as you nodded Matthew was all over you.
The plush bed moved under you as Matthew guided you down to the pillows and left feather-like kisses along your neck while muttering praises under his breath.
“Beautiful”
“Goddess”
“Princess”
“Elegant”
“One of a kind”
“Plush”
“Perfect”
“Impenetrable”
“Lovely”
“Divine”
“Angelic”
“Captivating”
“Foxy”
Each kiss left a word, each word left a purple bruise, each bruise lit a fire inside you you never knew you had. Nibbles trailed from your neck to your panty line before dispersing around your stomach in red and splotchy hickies and bites. Matthews hands went under you to unclasp your bra before leaving it somewhere on the bed or the floor; you couldn't really care less. His rough hands were the first to touch you and play with your nipples before his tongue, mouth and teeth followed; nipping and biting your nipples, pulling them slightly, twisting and licking. It felt like a dream.
“Sh-shit Matthew,” you let out a breathy whine while your body twitched under Matthews hands and mouth, one hand went down to your waist to hold you still while the other stayed playing with the plush flesh.
“Always loved these,” Matthew mumbled into your breast, he took a moment to plunge his face in your cleavage causing you to laugh, “just gimme a sec lovely,” Matthews voice came out muffled as he sat still; your arms coming up to play with his hair. His hands gripped both of your breasts softly before pushing them into the sides of his face, again, causing you to laugh.
“Is this your way of showing me how much you love me?” you questioned, Matthew stayed silent before a nod came from him, again, causing you to laugh harder before the man brought his face back to the real world with a harsh intake of breath.
“Couldn't breath,” Matthew said breathlessly, obviously. You both laughed for a moment before Matthew dove in for a kiss; heated, breathless, full of love and admiration for you. It honestly caught you off guard and made you forget what all of this was really for; until Matthews hands started pawing at your stomach.
“Gube-”
“Please”
And suddenly you were brought back to this morning; except this was different.
Please let me.
Please let me love you.
Please let me show you how amazing you are.
Please let me show you how beautiful you are.
Please let me show you how perfect you are.
Please allow me to be with you.
Please let me hold you.
Please.
And that was all it took.
“Okay,” you smiled a teary smile, as Matthew kissed your cheek and then trailed down to your stomach, peppering kisses, nibbles and licks all over your tummy.
“I love your stomach,” Matthew mumbled, “it holds your intestines together, it holds your food in, it keeps you together,” his nibbles soon went lower; leaving marks on the apex of your thighs as well as your inner thighs.
“Babe please…” your fingers threaded through Matthews hair as you tried to guide him to the place you really wanted but he stayed at your thighs.
“Darling just let me love you,” Matthew requested.
“Love me between my legs Gube” you whined while tugging at the mop on Matthews head until finally, finally! Matthew started to pull down your underwear before spreading your legs and...staring, “Gube…” you started to feel uncomfortable and closed your legs.
“Sunshine im sorry,” Matthew finally looked to you rather than your sex, “you’re just beautiful everywhere,”
“I know, i just haven't shaved and-”
“No, stop,” Matthew kissed your panty line, “this is about loving all of you; when have I ever cared if you’ve shaved or not?” the man gave you an unanswerable question, “answer me baby,”
“Never…”
“Never. Exactly,” he smiled before crawling back up to you and kissing your nose for a moment before going back down and licking a stripe up your slit causing you to moan from the suddenness, “god and you taste perfect,”
“Please don't say I taste like strawberry or something,” you giggled, Matthew laughed softly before shaking his head with his tongue on your clit; giving you pleasure while saying ‘no’. You tugged on his hair some more while the pleasure lasted. Matthew swiftly tore off his pants, boxers and shirt before lifting your legs and positioning himself at your entrance.
“You ready sweetheart?” Matthew mumbled, his hair was tousled with sex hair, his eyes bore into you with love, he was breathing heavily, a slight sheen of sweat was on his forehead he was like-
“A god,” you mumbled, hands finding Matthews cheeks and holding him softly.
“What…?”
“You’re like an actual god,” you spoke again, your voice was quiet as your eyes started to tear up.
“Oh darling,” Matthew mumbled, his hands coming up to wipe the tears away, “then you’re my goddess,” you nodded before bringing Matthew down for a kiss the same time he entered you; a low moan rumbling from the both of you as Matthew stilled, “you feel so good around me darling; wet and tight,” that's when he started thrusting; it felt like nothing you’d dot together before.
“H-holy shit,” your moans mixed together as Matthew held you tightly, his head buried itself in your neck and started sucking on the skin he could make contact with as his thrusts sped up; your legs encased Matthew as he hit that perfect spot in you.
“God you’re so beautiful,” Matthew mumbled softly through laboured breaths, “you’re so amazing; always there for me, helping me with everything, being perfect,”
“I love you so much,” you whimpered, Matthews hand snaked down between your thighs and started rubbing your clit expertly like he always did causing your moans to become louder as well as your approaching orgasm.
“I love you so much too doll,” Matthew whispered, “you gonna come sweetheart?”, you nodded while a large moan escaped you, “you’re beautiful in every way,” you nodded as your hips met Matthews; eyes scrunched and brows knitted you placed your forehead on Matthews as his hands encased your hips and sped up yet again. You’re sure bruises would be forming on your hips later tonight but that just made everything better; it just made you want to love yourself even more with every bruise, bump, lump, mark, scratch and roll. The image of Matthew kissing every inch of your body was what set you off. A silent moan left you as your mouth formed an ‘o’ and your tongue went dry due to the intakes of breath, you keened as Matthew thrusted for a first, second, third time and came with you. The warmth spread through you as Matthew held you close; encasing you with his arms as your legs wrapped around him.
It took a moment for the two of you to come back down to earth, but when you did it felt like everything was new. Matthew flopped beside you breathing heavily as a smile grew on both of your faces, a few moments passed before the lanky man himself stood up and walked to the bathroom before coming back with a washcloth and cleaning you up.
“Thank you,” you mumbled as Matthew finally cozzied back up to you under the covers, bringing you into his chest and kissing the top of your head.
“Anything for you,”
“Yeah? Anything?”
“Yeah,” Matthew looked at you with a smile, “anything,” and it was a promise.
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fumiko nodded, walking over to the stuttering detective and taking the plushey from his hands softly. she looked at it in silence, almost pouting as she stared at the black and white object.
“i can... keep it?” she confirmed, looking up at shuichi. her expression changed from almost being sad to overwhelming joy as she hugged the whale. she buried her face in the soft material and just stood there for at least 15 seconds before lifting her head out to reveal her wet, red face. maybe it was because she couldn’t remember the last time she had a stuffed animal, maybe it was because it came from shuichi, or perhaps it was her lack of sleep; regardless, she was standing in front of shuichi, hugging a stuffed killer whale, and sobbing.
“it’s- so- cute— i- thank you! thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou—” she ran into shuichi’s arms, putting her forehead on his chest and continued to cry with the gift in hers. more words kept falling out of her mouth, but it was all muffled, unintelligible noise. a few minutes pass before she pulls herself together, sniffling as she stepped back a bit.
“...yeah.” she said, eyeing the caramels he had in his hand. fumiko didn’t want to take them if it meant letting go of the other gift he’d given her. she didn’t specify which dorm she was going to, shuichi’s was just her default.
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on the way back to his room, fumiko stood so close to shuichi that she’d unintentionally caused him to put his arm around her neck. as soon as she felt the air from outside hit her skin, she remembered that she still needed to shower. squeezing the plush a little tighter, she spoke up, “shuichi?”
once she had his attention and they stopped, her face flushed a bit, “um- i’ve gotta take a shower still and- i mean, i-if you want me to i’ll do it in my room but, uh,” she paused for a moment, embarrassed about what she hadn’t even said yet, “i was wonder- i was wondering if i could use yours instead...? it’s just that- well, with everything i-i’m... i’mscared...” the last part came out as more of a weird squeak than anything comprehensible, and she looked down at the pavement they stood on, skin getting redder for no apparent reason.
“i was also wondering if i could- if you’d let me— i-if you’d be, um, okay with...” she took a deep breath and started again, “ificouldsleepinyourclothesagain— theywerejustreallycomfy a-and soft and—”
fumiko continued to mumble things into her stuffed animal, unintentionally muffling her voice. when she finally stopped talking, she peeked up at shuichi to see his reaction— she wasn’t sure what to expect, it wasn’t like she found herself in this situation very often. well, before her life at this school began, since she seemed to get herself into these types of situations with shuichi all the time now.
(WAAAAAA IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT BUT I HAD FUN WITH IT TOO FHEJFNFNWHGT AND DONT WORRY ABOUT THE WAIT UR GOOD SHDNNSHFBRH)
Somehow, by some incredible statistic, Shuichi had managed to catch everything Fumiko had said, despite it being an unbelievably difficult thing to do.
Shuichi's eyes widened as his face flushed simultaneously, whatever he had been expecting her to say, that had been the last thing on his mind.
"U- um, my clothes?" He spoke as if there was someone else she could've been talking to, but there really wasn't, and there really couldn't be; thank god for that. Everyone had already been asleep, and despite the school not having a single clock on its walls, it was obvious that it had been late enough for no one to be awake at that hour.
He never really thought his clothes would be something Fumiko would actually prefer sleeping in, he had never thought of his uniform as exceedingly soft or comfortable, but maybe that was because he had been living in them for the duration of their stay in the killing game.
"Of- of course!" Backpedal, Shuichi! You sound too eager!
"Um, I mean," He lowered his voice subconsciously, eyes darting all over her face before settling on the plushey (yeah we just spelling it like that now-). "I can't see exactly why, but, yeah, sure...! I just.. Want you to be comfortable." That, and the fact that Shuichi had adored the way she looked in his clothes.
Shuichi had still been extremely flustered and nervous about the usage of his shower, from Fumiko — it's not like he hated it, why would he hate it? Did he like it? Well-
Yes- Maybe- No, it was because he was a stupid little virgin emo boy who had no idea how to manage his feelings —
"Y- Yeah, you can- you can shower in my room, it's- it's just a shower after all, haha..." It was much more than that, well, to Shuichi at least.
Shuichi paused for a second, a nervous smile faltering off his face as his heart-eyes lingered on her from the side of his peripheral vision. Is it really okay to be that criminally cute? A small, silly part of him felt like she was guilty of a dangerous crime and should be arrested.
What was the crime you ask?
Calling him stinky- Stealing his heart.
After forcefully pulling himself out of his daze, Shuichi suddenly stammered over his words, feeling as though it had been hidden in a large pile of wet sand. "U- Um, oh, we're here!" Shuichi hadn't noticed how quickly they had got there, probably because he had been daydreaming of Fumiko- tired.
Shuichi fumbled with the doorknob, gasping silently to himself as he realized he left the door unlocked. Thank god everyone had been sleeping, he thought to himself in relief.
As he brought out another goddamn replica of his signature uniform, he called out as he occupied his hands. "I... Feel like this may be a bit backhanded to say, but please don't hurt yourself in the shower...!" Shuichi wouldn't be able to do anything if she did— well, technically speaking, he could, but he shouldn't.
Shuichi opened his bathroom door, attentive eyes scanning the bathroom for any nasties or secrets that he may have left in there for Fumiko to see, setting the clothes down on the sink table(what is it called-) as he thankfully hadn't caught any.
"Um, I can take the toy for you as you sh-" Just say it, you coward. "Shower. If you want." He held his hand out to take it from her.
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A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 4) ¤ ¤ ¤
Calamatta managed to roll out of bed and redress herself. Pulling on the suit and grabbing a spare to bring with her on her trip to To-Rot. Leaving her room she met with Nappa. "There she is!" He chugged a caffeinated hot beverage down like it was nothing, Raditz stood beside him counting his wad of cash and stuffing it in his armor.
"Pay looks nice." She yawns and stretches making her cute tail curl and back arch abit. "37,000. Not bad but could be better. Vegeta got the most of it." Nappa nods and pushes the yawning female saiyan a mug of the hot beverage. "Thanks...gonna need it." "Damn right you are! Vegeta is still sleeping. Weird he said he was gonna get up before us.. eh whatever. Lets get your pod and stuff ready then well worry bout him." Nappa said as Calamatta shined off the mug and pushed it away.
Upon going to the pod, her coordinates were set and everything was packed into there Raditz, who was standing besides her piped up, leaning against the pod with his massive arms crossed. "Dont take this the wrong way Calamatta but… why are you so…" he moves his hands in an hour glass shape and tilts his head. Calamatta went wide eyed and fixed her suit where her ass is.
"If thats how you flirt with women that was a strike out, good lord! And I have know idea why! Its just my body shape idiot…" she comments hearing Nappa wheeze as he fixes some wires within the pod, followed by him clanging his head leaving. "Im not! I d-dont flirt its just that… well… shes got… n-nice legs and … a great fa-" Calamatta thwipped her tail like a nervous cat. The bay door slid open and Raditz's poor excuse for flirtation was stopped DEAD in its tracks. "Stop harassing Calamatta on her body type Raditz, Saiyan women were given bodys to kill, shes built like a fine tuned weapon whether you see it or not." Vegeta points up at Raditz who scowled with a full face of blush. "Oh so you look at her too Vegeta?" Calamatta slaps her forehead and raises her voice flicking Raditz in the forehead for his really stupid comment. "Can yall stop talking about me like im not fuckin here??" She snapped annoyed and heard Nappa close up the oxygen port.
"Ready boss?" She asked Vegeta, who nodded and got into his respective pod and punched in the coordinates manually. "Later guys!" She got in and Raditz and Nappa left the pod evac room.
Vegeta's voice sparked to life on her scouter. "Theres a hidden base by the most recent Frieza Force there.. we should make it there in an hour so that will be our base of operation. No breaches from outside forces." She nods and for the 2nd time in her life the pod flew straight out of the mothership into the cold vacuum of space.
She crossed her arms and watched Vegetas whiz right past her hurtling with effort and ease to the planet that only seemed to become larger.. if that wasnt already more possible.
She marveled at it… it was amazing. It was a shame she was there for a job to do.
It was under 50 minutes where there pods broke entry to the planets atmosphere, careening and becoming hot to the touch, cold metal heating up faster, and faster becoming scorching red hot. Then the mountain range came into view, with the ship in sight the two pods crashed right into a large cave system.
Welding their pods into the hard rock walls to jut through with 0 damage just enough room for the pods to open on the opposite side of the mountain. Calamatta and Vegeta pushed the button to open the pod bay doors, they took one solid whif of the atmosphere and Cala sighed. "To-Rot huh.. so wheres the base ship?" Cala steps her boots onto the alien planets surface. "5 miles that way. Stay within the tree line, follow my lead." The prince cracks his neck and blasts away leaving a trail of dust and debris behind him.
"Say no more.." she stated following close behind Vegeta. Vegetas eyes were trained ahead. Toa ship that was covered in dirt and over growth. He tapped his scouter to be sure. "Perfect.. no signs of power levels. Excellent!" He smirked, the prince and Calamatta landed outside of the ship. Vegeta punched in a code and they were both let in. "Good.. now.. lets have a look around. The recent failed mission logs should have data from their logs. Have a look around for food and whatever else when i find the log ill call for you" Vegeta announced as the hangar door shut behind them locking followed by a robotic voice.
'Systems Armed'
Calamatta turned on her heels and scampered to the back of the ship. Vegeta watched the eager Saiyan trot away, with a sigh and a roll of his eye he headed towards the command deck of the ship.
Collected with dust and opened up first aid kits, Vegeta scanned the surrounding area cautiously. 3 lone scouters covered in blood sat on the front of the deck. An ominous reminder of the past couple of grunts who died here.
He snagged the three up and turned to call for Calamatta "Found them! Get up here!"
Calamatta dropped this box of rations she found and walked quickly to the front to see him plugging in the scouters logs. An unfamiliar voice chimed to life.
"F-Force log number 1, we have arrived at To-Rot, this area is to be our base of operation since the inhabitants cannot scale plateaus or fly. We will commence terraformation and return in a week." Vegeta clicked the 2nd video, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"F-Force Log number 2… uhm.. Que, Roa, and Gil went missing yesterday. We have been here for 3 days now and i have seen hide nor tail of them... ill send a distress warning to the mother ship but i will go and find my crew."
He pressed the last one and the room suddenly became much heavier. "F-Force number 3… i found my crew.. w-whats left of them…" he held up baren bones and armor. "This planets fucked up… if you know whats good for you send the Saiyans.. theyll do a better job.. i couldnt save my crew! This is Nutte signing off… i'm going to look for Roa.”
"Thats… not good.." Vegeta groaned and plugged in the next scouter, A new crew came up on the screen, a crew of ten. The crew was looking around, brows raised and sweat on their brow. “So we are the 4th crew to come to this planet alone, from what were aware these uh… the main population of this race is highly hostile and we need to utilize lethal force...Well update as we go along.” After that log there was no update, no commanders log. He stepped away and swiped a hand through his hair. “Last log…” He clicked on it which was 7 full days ago.
A Log List of all the times this one computer has been logged into popped up. It was far more then 4.
10 Crew lists came through. Crews of upwards of 5 being the smallest to 30 being the most. All vanished within days of arrival. All of them mentioning, to send someone stronger, someone more capable. The Saiyans, they begged for the Saiyans help and they were all sent on suicide missions back to back to back to back.
Vegeta slammed his hands down on the console making it glitch the screen. “Of course theyd call for us…dammit!” He barked and kept his back turned away from her. “So they sent them on suicide missions because… they didn’t want to send us?” She questioned, furrowing her brows trying to wrap her head around the situation. “Frieza didnt want to send me and the other two… He sent US on a suicide mission.” Vegeta turned quickly and stared daggers into Calamatta, the overwhelming feeling of concern rain heavy within her head, and sat uncomfortably in her stomach like something she shouldnt have eaten.
Vegeta crossed the room and pointed his finger right into her chest a deep growl emanating from behind his bared teeth. “He went and sent ME with YOU so we can both perish!” “Hey hey what the hell! Calm down abit, well make it out of here ill follow orders.” Vegeta’s vein popped out on his forehead, eyes narrowed furious.
“Thats not my point. Your optimism is the closest thing we have to any cocky behavior! It doesnt surprise me why Frieza sent me to a month long mission..” She put up her hands and once again her heart sunk; she went wide eyed staring into the princes heartlessly infuriated black eyes.
Friezas words rattled in her skull ‘your life is as forfeit to me as it is Vegeta…’
“I dont get why he would send both of us to die.” He turned back around and walked to a table with a map on it. “You stood at Frieza’s side for as long as you have been able to speak, you wanted freedom from him, now you might as well see the harsh reality, he never had any good intentions for you Calamatta. He wants you dead, so much so hell send the both of us to a lethal planet to terraform on our own…” He said flatly, Calamatta remained silent her tail loosely hanging from her waist. Her dignity and pride feeling like it was oozing out of her very pores. “Now get over here and lets get an idea of the land… this moon has two moons and we have to plan accordingly.” The map is very detailed of the entirety of the planet from the red deserts to the lush green forests and then to the grayed out city scapes. All of them giant hot beds of activity, teaming with life as they knew it.
His orders were direct and bland. Calamatta dragged her feet, depressed. Feeling less and less like a Saiyan by the moment, it wasnt so much Vegeta.. it was how quickly she was starting to realize Frieza was right, and goddamn did it grate her nerves to know that... The idea of freedom is going to be lightyears more heavier then she could imagine, shes not even close and this is what she has to deal with. Calamatta tightened her tail back up around her waist and listened to her Princes expertise plan of attack.
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commission: medical school!au ren
other nuest x medical school!aus: jonghyun | minhyun
specialty: ren is doing his residency in medical toxicology
got nicknamed the living “expectations versus reality” meme
because most of the new residents have this exception when they see ren:
unapproachable, handsome, diligent doctor who takes everything seriously and would be the heart throbbing protective type
when in reality he’s a goofball
and a weird goofball at that
like jonghyun will come down to his floor looking to hand samples over and ren will press up against the glass of the lab
making funny faces and mocking jonghyun by not opening up the lab safety door
and some other poor resident will walk by and be like ,,,,, huh??!?!
and jonghyun will just sigh and be like this is what i’ve dealt with for like four years now
has a zoning out quirk
literally can stare at his microscope for like three minutes without blinking
and then just be like
oh! right! i gotta look at these blood cells!
gets way to passionate about toxins and mutations and really just anything that’s funky in medical science
pulls a tiny chemical table out of his wallet that he’s had since high school and will be like “if these two interact and you consume them you will literally DIE but it’ll be like slow and painful and let me describe it to you in detail -”
minhyun, crying: please stop i dont want to know
aron sipping on his hospital cafeteria orange juice: do tell more
goes ham during the hospital’s halloween celebrations - put a whole wig on and the professors were like ......... speechless
but no one actually asked him to take it off
actually someone started a twitter thread about the ‘hauntingly handsome long haired doctor’ and it went viral
and when jonghyun showed it to ren
he just shrugged and was like
“it’s what i deserve”
jonghyun: “the amount of confidence you have is ,,,,,, wild ,,, mildly irritating ,,,,,,, but well deserved”
ren: uwu
but no jonghyun and ren’s friendship is actually very sweet no matter how much ren can press his nerves
jonghyun always finds him on the three seconds of free time they have to make sure he’s eating and sleeping
because residency is tough, especially in such a small field like toxicology
where there are only a couple of other students specializing in it
but they have to do work for a whole hospital
ren getting all cutely sleepy while working in the lab, so he starts humming the tune to some popular idol song and dancing around
and the other residents are like plEASE be careful you are holding LITERAL toxic waste in that beaker
and ren is like can’t hear you over the sound of seventeen’s adore u
got casted on his way to the hospital
he had just got a double shot of espresso because wooo 14 hours in the hospital lab coming up
and was just trying to get in on time (because let’s be real,,,,he’s quite fashionably late most of the time)
when someone chased him down the street just to be like
“are you interested in joining the entertainment industry?”
and ren had blinked and been like
“.,,,,,,like ,,,,, an actor?”
and they were like yes or an idol or model
and ren had laughed so hard he spilled some of that espresso because he thought they HAD to be scamming him
(they weren’t)
joked about it with other residents like LOL can you believe i would never fall for it
but all the residents and even the professors had to agree that like ,,,, ren,,,,, you look the part,,,,, maybe it was legit
ren: well too bad im in med school debt now so i dont need anymore on my back
you’re a new resident, a fresh face that’s doing your best in the dentistry department
you are absolutely unprepared for the amount of stress that comes with starting a residency
it’s not that you’re lacking a work ethic or anything - you’re just ,,,, shocked by the fact that your personal time has dropped to zero
you live in the hospital
and as helpful as professors try to be - any small mistake is treated harshly
and older students are way too busy with their own problems to help you with any of yours
at first you just try to keep positive, telling yourself over and over that everyone else is struggling too - and you just have to powerhouse through it
but then you look around and it honestly seems like ,,,,, no one is having a hard time except you
it’s ostracizing, and you hate to admit that on several occasions you’ve found yourself crying in the lab after most other residents have gone
making crown molds and trying to hold back tears isn’t ,,,, how you thought you’d spend time in med school
but it is how you end up meeting ren
one of your biggest mistakes is mixing up the toxicology lab with the dentistry lab
because they’re on the same floor and both have nearly identical room numbers
so when you’d first started out you’d end up walking into the middle of the lab
while everyone is wearing literal hazmat suits and you’d be like
ok
this is definitely NOT where i should be
sometimes the other students would give you nasty looks, sometimes they’d just ignore you
but there was always open person who found it hilarious
ren’s laugh echoing through the lab everytime
he gets into this habit too - when he sees you in the halls of the hospital or in the canteen
he plops his hand down on your shoulder and goes
“this isn’t the dentistry lab”
he’s older and has been a resident for longer so you really can’t say anything back
even though it embarrasses you beyond belief
but at the same time you know he isn’t being ,,,, meanspirited or anything it’s just,,,,
you know you’re being silly and making mistakes mayBE if he didn’t amplify it to the entire hospiTAL that would be better
“you’re so lucky though!!”
some of the other students whine, saying that they could only wish to have some sort of interaction with ren
whose supposedly studious and serious about his work
the picture perfect doctor, handsome and smart
but when he doubles over in giggles at your shocked face outside of the wrong lab again
you get a completely different read on him
anyway - you and ren don’t cross paths all that much
dentistry is far from medical toxicology and so it’s only on rare occurrences that you really have to deal with his playful teasing
until one night you find yourself alone in the dentistry lab
you’re not really working on anything - you’re supposed to be but the week has been overly stressful
you’ve had at most five hours of sleep combined over the span of the last couple of days
and you recently lost your phone in one of the wards so contacting your parents or best friend to vent wasn’t an option
you take off your white lab coat, crouching down behind one of the tables as you tuck your head into your hands
it’s past three in the morning, the hospital is still working but it’s the ER for the most part and most residents aren’t getting here till later
you have this silent moment to yourself
where everything sort of just hits you
and you can’t help but feel the tears well up in the corners of your eyes
don’t be pathetic, everyone is going through this with you
you try to tell yourself but those words don’t bring much comfort - they just make it hurt more
“oh - is this the wrong lab?”
you suddenly look up, nervous that one of your fellow residents - or even worse - a professor has found you
but in the dim light coming in from the hall you see the outline of someone in their doctors coat
but when your eyes adjust you see that it’s ren
“w-what do you mean, this is the dent-”
he sort of scans your face and you can tell he’s taking in the fact that you’ve been crying
it makes you feel small and you quickly wipe at your face and try to think of something to ease the sudden awkward tension
“i - i was just getting all tired and started to-”
you want to excuse
but ren tilts his head, hands stuffed in his coat pockets
“im going to be honest, im not very good at handling people when they’re crying - but if it’s ok with you ill try.”
you blink, sort of speechless
“i - um, ok?”
ren gives you a little nod and then brings his hand up to tap his chin
“i can do an impression of professor kim to make you laugh?”
it’s bewildering - but you think ren is actually ,,,,, serious
like he’s actually trying to cheer you up
you give a tiny nod and he makes a bad replica of the professors gruff voice
but just his facial expressions and the sheer absurdness of that voice coming from that pretty of a face
makes you sort of hiccup into a giggle
pleased to see some positive reaction, ren does another impression of one of the nurses downstairs and then the security guard everyone knows from the pediatrics ward
you laugh so much, you realize the tears are coming back but this time because he’s being so silly
and you don’t notice how the ends of his lips twitch into a relieved smile when you tell him to stop it already
“i don’t know why you were upset - but im happy to see you smiling again.”
he says and you kind of shyly thank him for lifting your mood
when he puts his hand out and motions for you to take it
you sort of stare and feel the skin on your cheeks flare up
“come with me, ill treat you in the cafeteria. the auntie there always put aside the best desserts for me and you can have them this time.”
you shift, not sure what to do
but ren just motions again
“this is a one time offer - it’ll expire in three, two, o-”
you put your hand in his, nervously at first - but then ren squeezes it and pulls you to walk behind him
you guys get a couple of stares from the night shift people, but no one really notices or cares
you end up having ren buy you way more sweets than you can finish
and then having to run off halfway through because someone says they need him upstairs
but before he goes he gives your hair a bit of a ruffle
“it’s hard, but i like you - so don’t be sad. and if you want to be sad, find me and ill make it better.”
the words make something bloom in your chest - a sort of warmth you haven’t felt in a long time
and when you bump into jonghyun a couple of days later he asks how you and ren’s first date went
you shake your head, explaining in fumbled words that it wasn’t anything like that
but then you feel an arm wrap around you and look up to see ren’s smiling side profile
“it was a fun date, but ill take them on a better one next time.”
dating med student!ren is a roller coaster. im not kidding. you had knew there was more under his model like exterior, but you didn’t know he was THIS goofy and THIS weird until you start dating - but it’s totally fine because you find yourself loving it. you love the funny faces he makes as he passes you in the halls, the way he can jump from being totally uninterested in something to suddenly sparking up with excitement and clinging onto your hand as he begs you to tell him more. you like that he’ll break out into little dances right after you agree to kiss him in the storage room or how he’ll give you new nickname everytime he sees you (this ranges from ‘my sweet sugarplum fairy’ to ‘fellow human who i enjoy locking lips with’). jonghyun on several occasions has had to pull you aside and ask if you want him to,,,,,ask ren to control himself better in the hospital and you’re just like he’s fine! but then during a lecture one of the professors had even went to say “feel free to use the lab when your resident hours are done - but NOT for anything except dentistry, you know who im talking to” (you and ren once got caught kinda,,,,,you know ,,,, being close in the lab - everyone turned to look at you and you were just like hmm i have no clue). it amazes you just how knowledgeable ren is though, how he can be all sleepy cuddling into your arms when you get the small chance to be alone together in his apartment and you’ll think he’s about to knock out with his head on your chest but then he’ll be like “wait - did i tell you about this strain of modified dna i looked at yesterday which was infected with a virus from south africa?” and you’re like wh- weren’t you just asleep. he shares his apartment with baekho, who is another resident and everytime you leave ren’s room in the morning to get some coffee or something baekho does this thing where he lets out a whistle and goes “REN MY MAN WOOO” and you’re like STOP and ren from his room goes “I KNOOOOOW”. handsome, serious, and extremely polite prince ren? yeah no try handsome, mischievous and extremely affectionate puppy ren. during one of the holiday parties thrown by all the residents of the dentistry department, ren showed up a couple of minutes late and still in his scrubs and you were like “babe?” and he was like “listen you look gorgeous, no one beats you, when i have a minute - i will peel those cloths right-” “REN” “right right i have to do an emergency lab test so i can’t stay but please kiss me and ill go” you do it but you also whisper that he could have just texted you and he’s like but then i’d miss this stunning view (of you in the fancy outfit) and you’re like no ill just show you back home and he’s like WHEW now don’t get me excited before i have to handle toxic chemicals! your boyfriends going to be a doctor but before he’s a doctor he’s a dork. muses about taking you out on dates when he FINALLY graduates and you’re like noooo you’re going to work so hard even after and he’s like yes but im also going to splurge on you and make up for all the time med school drained out of us. oh you know he’s a cuddle monster - you know he’d just backhug you and give you kisses behind the ear and just want to touch you every second of everyday but it’s a hospital so he cant and he’s always like :( because of it. three hundred texts from him like ‘when are you free? do you have five minute break? can i pleaaaaase have a hug’ and then like you’ll get a selfie of him edited with hearts to be like ‘how can you resist me - the handsomest man and your boyfriend COME GET THIS KISS’. he might be weird and wacky, but he’s caring and deep down he really is that protective princely boyfriend - like literally almost threw acid in some guys face when they had the audacity to make a comment about you - his significant other - right in front of his face. loves when you play with his hair before kissing him, but even more he loves when you try to act like you don’t want his kisses so you keep scrunching up your nose and he’s like pursing his lips like cmon pleaaaaase and you finally give in and he gets all giddy. you and jonghyun bond over try to make sure ren doesn’t get himself hurt because he would totally be the guy who’d think propelling himself down the hall on an IV stand is fun. ren knows you struggle with the workload sometimes and he might not pull out the impressions and funny faces, because now he knows how to comfort you even better - keep you close to his chest, let you know how much you’ve already accomplished, and also - get you downstairs to the cafeteria where the aunt pulls out those desserts she hordes for you two and you get to share them in the hospital garden (and share kisses too). oh also you end up coming by the toxicology lab more often - not because you mistake it anymore, you’re past that - but because when you do ren (if he can) will drop what he’s doing and rush over and it’s so funny and endearing to see him have to take off his ten protective layers just to come out and give you a peck on the nose ,,,,, like boy is in love with you beyond belief - and you’re in love with him too.
#nuest scenario#nuest imagines#nuest au#ren scenarios#ren imagines#ren au#minki scenarios#minki imagines#minki au#nu'est scenarios#nu'est imagines#ren#choi minki#college!au#med school!au#nu'est#sfw#writing commissions#this was so fun to write because i got to rewatch his videos from produce hes such a dork
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i won't let you down - mark
request: Can I request a Mark fluff? I just really need some fluff and maybe some humor too because I’ve been having the worst week. Thank you (◕ᴗ ◕✿)
a/n: aww i hope you’re ok!! and i hope this helps you or cheers you up !?? (also i think i’ve seen this idea in a show or something but i thought it’s cute and funny?) (also pt2 sorry if this pic seems a lil rushed, i tried to write it before my class lol) (also pt3 sorry for any typos or mistakes :p)
summary: The most popular boy in school, Mark, takes interest in you and decides to confess after years of admiration. Though, the way he confesses can use a little more work.
genre: fluff, humor
warnings: none
word count: 2.2k
You fidget around with the metal lock of your school locker while explaining to your best friend about a math assignment for your next class.
"So, you basically just cancel out the x and then add-. Hey! Are you even listening to me?" you say putting your books away into the now opened locker, but see that your best friend is staring at the direction of the entrance of your school. You then notice that everyone else in the hallway is also looking in the same direction. They all seem to be gawking at someone, girls whispering and giggling to each other. Curious, you look as well and see a boy walking down the hall overflowing with confidence, a smirk plastered on his golden face.
"Oh my god, he's gorgeous," you hear a group of girls say, waving at the boy as he strolls past them. He doesn't wave back but shoots them a quick wink before continuing down the hall.
"Y/N! Look at him! Mark is such a god, I swear he gets more and more attractive each day," your best friend blabbers on, shaking your shoulders rapidly. With a "tsk," you brush off her hands but don't respond, taking out your math book before slamming the locker door closed.
Math is near the entrance of the school, which means that you have to walk pass Mark. Without waiting for your friend, you walk towards him, yet avoiding his gaze. Everyone else in the hallway is frozen, you two being the only things in motion. Right as you walk past Mark, you meet his daring brown eyes for a split second. He expects you to stop as he turns toward your direction, but you quickly break the eye contact and continue walking to class.
As can be clearly seen, Mark is the most popular and attractive student in your high school. Although he is really good looking and all, you can't see why everyone fangirls over him as if he is some idol. You don't care much for time-wasting high school relationships or drama anyway. You'd much rather focus on graduating high school, applying for multiple scholarships to your dream university, attending said dream university, so you can just live a wealthy and plentiful life with ease. Though, with this mindset, your friends call you the 'nerd'. You roll your eyes and shake your head free from the thought.
Having math first thing in the morning is always a pain in the butt. You slouch in your seat, hand under your chin, as you stare off into space. The teacher babbles on about derivatives and integrals, but you tune it out, toying with your pencil. Your mind wanders with its freedom from not paying attention to the lecture. For some odd reason, it wanders to Mark, who isn't even in your current class.
Mark and you have been attending the same schools ever since the first grade, along with many other people of course, since you all live in a small town. You do have to admit Mark has grown up beautifully throughout his years you've known him, with curly hazelnut hair, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and chiseled features. It would not come to a shock if Mark actually does become an idol somehow. He does already have what seems like fans surrounding him anyway.
Over the 12 years of school with Mark, you both have crossed paths more than you would like to admit. Mark is always outgoing in a way where he wants to befriend everyone, at least that was what it was like when he was young. During your first few years of school, you and Mark were close friends, but not to the point of hanging out outside of school though. It was after Mark started gaining more friends and becoming popular that you slowly distanced yourself, not wanting to share the spotlight, or even be in it at all. For years, Mark still talks to you, but now in a teasing and sometimes insulting way. It seems as if he became more arrogant with the on growing fans that he has. It annoys you every time he would stop you in the hallways or in class just to point out that your hair is a mess or your school uniform isn't tucked in all the way. It makes you feel uncomfortable and slightly irritated so you try not to cross paths with him in school.
Soon, lunchtime rolls around as you get pulled back into reality, away from your thoughts. You make your way to the end of the lunch line in the large cafeteria, looking over the heads of students to see how long the line is. There are many people already waiting and you question yourself how they got here so quickly. Then, people start lining up behind you as well. The line moves slowly, but eventually, you reach where the food is being distributed.
You grab a plastic tray and start packing the school food onto your platter. Your school, surprisingly, has many varieties of foods to choose from and they don't taste that bad either. Your glad because your stomach grumbles in anticipation of food.
You reach for an apple but see another hand reach for the same apple. Your palm lands on the red fruit first. Both of the hands touch as you look up to see who it is. Mark stares back down at you, his mouth is slightly opened and a dazed expression spread upon his face. You quietly cough, causing him shake his head before retreating his hand from its position on top of yours.
You pick up the apple and place it on his tray as you glance up at Mark, flashing a small smile.
"T-thanks," Mark stutters before you continue forward in the line. I thought he was the almighty most popular guy in school? You silently chuckle, facing the front of the line.
Shortly, you reach the register at the front of the line. You're about to pull out your wallet from your backpack until a hand, that's holding a credit card, reaches past you. The lunch woman hesitantly takes it and swipes before you can say anything, then hands it back to the owner. You whip your head around to find Mark taking back his card and putting it away in his wallet.
A small "Uhh" is all that comes out of your mouth.
"Don't worry about it," Mark coolly remarks before winking. He quickly pays for himself and leaves the line, heading towards the lunch tables. You regain all your senses before bowing your head to the lunch lady and making your way to your own seat, heart rate racing unknowingly.
"Hey Y/N, what's up?" your friend asks as you sit down with a blank expression. You sigh and stretch your arms over your head once you set your tray onto the crowded table filled with different lunch foods.
"Nothing much, boys are just...weird," you answer, plopping a spoonful of macaroni and cheese in your mouth. Your friends 'oooo's' and smirks at you.
"Someone has a crush," one of them sings teasingly, with a wiggle of an eyebrow. You roll your eyes but unconsciously bite your lips.
"No, you douche baguette," you say stuffing more macaroni in your mouth, not wanting to have to further think about it. "I said they're weird, not 'I want to make out with every single one of them'."
Your friends laugh as a couple of them elbow each other with the 'yeah right' face. You kick them under the table and continue with your lunch, ignoring their stupid comments.
As your friends instantly move on from the topic, now chattering about some music artist, you're left quietly eating your lunch, with different thoughts ramming around in your head that you don't quite understand, or want. For some reason, you're curious as to where Mark sits during lunch since you've never paid much attention to him. You look up and scan the school courtyard. All the students are huddled in their own cliques and friends groups. You spot who you assume are Mark's friends, but he isn't with them. He's probably off somewhere flirting with other girls or buying their lunches too, you scoff.
After everyone finishes lunch, the class bell rings. You stop by your locker to grab your textbooks but pause when you see some roses sticking out of the little slit openings on your locker. You look around the hallway with scrunched eyebrows, but everyone else is either walking to class or minding their own business. This is my locker right? I mean I did forget once and tried to open someone else's locker.
You slowly approach your locker, as if someone will pop out and yell, "It's a prank bro!"
Warily, you collect the few roses and examine them. Nothing that seems like it can kill me, that's good...
You let out a short breath before opening your locker. A folded up note lays on top of your textbooks. Your head tilts to the side as you place the roses down to grab the note. It's a simple note, written on a ripped off piece of loose leave paper from some notebook. You unfold it and start reading.
To the beuatiful, Y/N:
Im writing this note to explain to you how I feel (at least Ill try) I am starting to fall for you and it is driving me crazy becuz I cant seem to tell u how I really feel, It might seem weird but you've just caught my eye ever since the begining. Im starting to develope stronge feelings towards you, and I dont know why
I love you're eyes, you're smile, you're hair, and your laugh! When I here your voice my heart skips a beet.
I need to kno how u feel about me? Could you posibbly feel the same towards me? or can this never be? I just want u too be mine. I want to be able too say that ur mine girl. Well now you know that I am secretly falling in love with you. I just wish I could hear those same words from u. Maybe one day I will but until than I guess all I can do is wait. Please, dont make me wait to long!
Love,
Mark :D
You scrunch your eyebrows at all of the errors. This kid...
The late bell rings as you fold back the note before you have any time to criticize it and head to class.
The last class of the day is reading and you guys don't do much in the class. The teacher gives the class 'free time' to do other homework or start reading the book we're assigned to. You try to focus on reading the book, but all that crosses your mind is the confession letter Mark gave you. He seems so cool, how can he look like such dumbass and make so many errors? What does he learn in school? Nothing apparently...
You take out a red pen and start writing on Mark's note.
The final school bell sounds as you pack up your bag and set out to find Mark, folded note in hand. It doesn't take you long to find him since he's waiting for you right outside your classroom door. You almost run into him. Mark flashes a smile before pulling you aside by your wrist, away from the door as students are exiting to go home. He has the biggest look of anticipation on his face, eyes wide and lips spread from side to side. Without saying a word, you hand him back the folded note. He raises an eyebrow but takes it and starts reading. A long sigh escapes his mouth.
"I gave you the most heartfelt and sincere love letter, but you returned it to me with spelling and punctuation corrections?!" he exclaims, looking down at me with an unimpressed expression.
"How heartfelt and sincere is it really if you didn't even proofread," you mock with your arms crossed over the blazer of your school uniform, a smile teasing your lips.
"Well, I wrote it quickly because I had to run to the convenience store down the street to buy roses and I had to put them all in your locker before lunch ended," he explains, face falling for a split second. He averts his attention to the floor, leg bouncing hastily.
A small grin grows on your face as you say, "What do you do in your classes, dummy? You should be paying attention or something. I couldn't take it seriously with all the errors."
Mark bites down on the sides of his cheeks as they hollow out.
"However, I will let you redeem yourself...with a date," you say with a big smile. Mark quickly looks up at you, his face gleams and he smiles brightly.
"I won't let you down!" Mark replies as he jokingly salutes to you.
x
["Y/N? What are you doing here so early?" Mark asks, opening the front door to his home, still in his baby blue lion pajamas. He rubs his sleepy eyes as the harsh sunrays beam from the opened door. You step in and close it before Mark can further complain about the brightness.
"I'm here to tutor you because you seriously need it."]
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let it happen | chapter 4
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9:40 A.M.
Lance saves the document, closes it, stares at his laptop desktop image until his eyes start to sting, groans in frustration, and slams his laptop shut. Puts it aside. He crosses his arms like a petulant child, he chews on his bottom lip, his eyes roam around his room.
He watches as the wind plays lazily with his curtains, making their shadows dance, swaying back and forth.
Something moves in his peripheral vision. He rolls his head to the side, fingers hovering over the keypad. The sight that meets him makes him pause, his fingers freeze, Keith looks so peaceful, he looks almost… ethereal. It’s kind of disturbing, yet mesmerizing at the same time.
Keith’s pale face glows a tender hue under the morning light, the sun tinges his chapped lips a deep pink, the scar under his left eye looks almost translucent.
Keith’s so… unfairly beautiful.
He catches himself tracing down the slopes of Keith’s face, the lines of his jaw, the curve of his upper lip with his eyes like a piece of chalk on canvas. He’s never seen something quite this stunning before in his life (granted, he’s only 22, but that’s beside the point), if only he knew how to draw like Keith does.
Lance can’t take this, his heart’s too weak.
He wants to bury his face in Keith’s ruffled hair, wants to breathe him in, wants to have him in his arms, wants to touch, but he seems so out of reach like this. Lance curls his fingers into fists, aching to touch. He restrains himself from charting pale, fading freckles down with his fingertips.
It… it’s very distracting, is what it is.
Keith scrunches up his nose, grumbles and throws an arm over his eyes. Lance’s breath catches in his throat.
Lance… Lance is fucked, he knows he’s fucked, he already knew that then (when Keith suggested this… arrangement), he knows that now, he’s known that for some time now, but it never fails to catch him by surprise. This… feeling never fails to overwhelm him. He fucking hates this… whatever this is, he has no fucking word for this… feeling. It claws at his throat, it kicks him the gut, it scorches his heart, it clenches his heart in a death-grip, it steps on it, it rips his heart apart.
Lance covers his face in his hands and rubs, groaning in frustration. This is ridiculous. He forces himself to look away, and focuses on drilling a hole into the wall with the force of his glare instead, running his tongue over one of his canines.
Do not distract yourself with cheesy rom-com bullshit, bitch, he scolds himself, Write. Yes, writing is good. Stressful, but good. Go back to writing. Avoid contact. Don’t look. Avert your eyes. Work. You’ve got work to do, so do it.
After about five or so minutes of glaring despondently into fucking space and hating himself for being pathetic, he does. He’s always been good at taking all his frustrations on his writing.
He pulls his laptop into his lap, opens it, double taps, and the document appears on the screen. The cursor blinks curiously at him, he blinks back, and sighs. He starts scanning it for typos, and corrects them, all the while grumbling about how fucking stupid he is, and how fucking stupid all those mistakes were.
He adds some of the worst expletives in big, bold and italic capital letters next to shitty, weird ass sounding paragraphs that don’t ever seem to get any better, even after rewriting them seven thousand three hundred and eighty-four fucking times. Doesn’t matter how many times he tries, how many times he bangs his fists on the keyboard, how hard he hits the keys, the words don’t ever seem to come out quite right.
Rinse, lather, repeat.
“¡BESA MI CULO, PUTO!” He snaps at one particularly dumb typo, and deletes its whole sentence out of spite.
Keith stirs, and groans next to him, turning his body towards Lance. Lance tenses, holding his breath and sitting very still until he’s super sure, 100% Keith won’t wake up. Keith sighs obliviously in his sleep, and turns on his stomach. Lance lets out a relieved breath, closing his eyes.
He snaps them open and shakes his head in frustration, “No seas tonto, Lance.”
He hits ctrl-z and skips the paragraph entirely, jumping to two paragraphs bellow, he reads it and gasps, “¿Qué carajo? Who wrote this? A fiveslgfjdjdfds.” A hand lands on the side of his face with a smack, smooching his cheek. Lance screams, - of course he does, how could he not. - and almost falls off the bed.
“SHUT YOUR ROTTEN MOUTH, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP,” Keith growls at him, voice raspy, and low, and terrifying. Even muffled by the pillow and drowsy, his voice doesn’t lose its aggressive edge. What the fuck.
Lance, after recovering his soul, turns his head so he can stare at Keith with raised brows, and huffs, “Hella lot of words coming from a sleeping person, I’d say.”
Keith groans and lifts his face off the pillow, glaring at him through squinty eyes, “Shut that fucking trap, you moldy piece of bread, or get out.”
“This is my fucking room, Keith,” Lance sputters, snapping his laptop shut for added effect, “you get out.”
“I’M SLEEPING, PISS OFF,” Keith kicks at Lance’s leg with enough force to bruise.
“OW! CAREFUL WITH MY COMPUTER, YOU BRUTE!”
Keith grumbles, turning his back to Lance and covering his head with Lance’s comforter. He curls into a ball, shutting Lance out.
Lance relocates his grumpy ass to the couch after flipping an oblivious, snoring Keith off.
He loves the guy, but damn, can he be an asshole so-
…Wait, did he just-
Oh, hell no.
10:34 A.M.
stud muffin
so…………..
do i even wanna know? probably not, but you’re gonna tell me anyway
pidge, cover ur eyes
pidgeotto
shut up hunk im not 5
GIVE ME DA DEETS LANCE
space boi lance
AWWW MAN
MY DUDES
MY BROS
MY PALS
MIS HERMANOS
pidgeotto
oh boy
here we go……..
im regretting this already
space boi lance
SHUT IT BIRD TURD
anyway
where was i before i was so rudely interrupted??? ah yeah
OH MY GOD MY DUDES
hes a screamer
KEITH KOGANE
OUR KEITH
IS A SCREAMER
ITS LIKE AAAAAA GUYS
boi so thicc too
goddem
cant wait to have him up my ass honest
such a nice dick 11/10
reallygreat
work of art
grade a
AND DAT ASS!!!!!!!! GUH SO FUCKING SMOOTH
he looks really nice when hes sleeping too
so soft i want to chomp on his cheeks
ughhhhhh
how can he be so perfect its so unfair
im swooning i swear to GOD
he looks hot even when hes kicking me out of my own room
which UNFAIR
A facebook notification pops up at the top of his phone screen in the middle of his rant.
Hunk Garrett tagged you in a post, it says.
Lance arches an eyebrow, “Huh.”
He taps it open.
Hunk Garrett is listening to the less i know the better, by tame impala
i’d like to dedicate this song to my good pal Lance Martínez
you know /why/
Pidge Holt and 5 others
Pidge Holt
HOOOOOO BOY THE BURN
THATS Y UR MY MAIN HO HUNK
I LOVE U
Matthew Holt lol babe look at The Shade Takashi
Takashi Shirogane Ah yes, that is indeed The Shade Of It All *scratches chin*
Lance Martínez shiro i love u but dude ure embarrassing get off the internet
Matthew Holt dont trash talk the baby lance
Matthew Holt he’s sensitive
Matthew Holt (ure adorable babe)
Takashi Shirogane I take offence to that Lance
Takashi Shirogane No more dog memes for you
Lance Martínez NOOOOOO DAD NOT THE DOGGO MEMES
Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Lance Martínez u guys are absolute TRASH
Lance Martínez the WORST I TELL U WORST
Lance Martínez I NEED NEW FRIENDS ASAP
Pidge Holt awwwwwwww lance i love u too Pidge Holt u can tell me everything later i’ll allow it
Pidge Holt bring food
Pidge Holt and redbull
Pidge Holt tons of redbull
Lance Martínez ure… ugh
Lance Martínez i hate u
Lance Martínez u tiny bird turd
Pidge Holt URE tiny
Lance Martínez GASP U TAKE THAT BACK
Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Lance Martínez LULU NOT U TOO
Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
11:35 A.M.
He’s avoiding the huge ass, one-sided, and glittery elephant in the room, he’s avoiding the fuck out of it. He’ll avoid the fuck out of it until it goes away, until it disappears for good, until it goes to fucking hell, until it’s burning in the fifth circle of hell.
He has no time for this.
This project is worth 40% of his grade.
His prof’s a mad man, yeah, but that’s how it is. He won’t flunk this class just because he can’t control his feelings.
He can’t, won’t, jeopardize his project just because of fucking feelings.
¡No, de ninguna puta manera!
He needs a shower.
And a joint.
And coffee.
Tons of coffee.
But a shower first, then facials, then weed, then coffee.
Tons of coffee.
He’ll also down a shot of tequila, because he’s feeling adventurous.
(Reckless, he means reckless.)
1:45 P.M.
Lance’s minding his own business, stirring his way into his fifth?? possibly, probably, he’s not sure, cup of coffee, and stuffing his face with ham and pineapple pizza rolls in the kitchen after smoking a whole joint by himself in the bathroom, when he hears it. It is terrifying. A dull thud reverberates through the apartment, echoed by it; the most earth-shattering, ear-splitting shriek he’s ever heard.
“LANCE!”
He freezes, his heart plummets.
His spoon drops and clatters on the floor.
“LANCE, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD,” the deity roars.
Lance squeaks like a fucking mice, and squats, hiding behind the counter.
Run. Pack your things and go, get out of town. Flee to Europe, change your name-
He presses his overheated cheek to the counter and sighs, so good. He grins wide.
Keith’s feet smack on the floor as he stomps, over-aggressively, I dare add, out of Lance’s room, “What the fuck did you do to my ass, you rotten egg?” His voice is louder now, much louder. Lance jumps mid giggle-fit, which sets him off into another one.
“ME!” Lance peers over the countertop and raises his hand, waving sluggishly and cackling, bloodshot eyes wide. Well, as wide as they can go, which, honestly, isn’t much, considering, “I DID THE FUCK! I PUT MY DICK IN - HAH - YOUR ASS! YOU LET ME - HAHAH - IT WAS WILD!”
Keith takes a long look at him and, like a flip has switched, his scowl melts and he bursts out laughing, his nose crinkling up. It’s so fucking adorable, Lance’s heart hurts. It burns. It screams in pain. Lance laughs the pain away like the idiot he is, or maybe just because he’s high as fuck. One can never be too sure, ya feel.
“I know that, you fucking stoner, I mean THE BRUISES.” He points at his bare hips, trying to catch his breath.
Lance’s eyes travel south.
Helloooo there, legs.
Wait, he went too far.
Go back two frames.
There, hips.
Lance blinks, and tries to open his eyes further. He can’t.
He blinks again.
Oh.
Ho boy, he did a number on the guy alright.
Also, this part is super wild, bare with him, it looks weirdly… beautiful? It’s gorgeous, actually. It’s a masterpiece, Lance is an artist.
The red and purple splotches scattered across Keith’s skin are… kind of blurring together in one big ass bruise, that reminds him oddly of the Milky Way. Lance fights hard against the white urge to draw an alien-head above Keith’s hipbone. Keith probably wouldn’t mind it, though. The nerd. Lance chuckles.
Keith clears his throat.
Lance flicks his eyes up at Keith, blinks languidly at him several times. Keith’s waiting for something, isn’t he? What is it again? He rakes his brain for an answer. It beeps.
Ah, yeah.
An answer, right. He needs to answer Keith, duh.
Lance cackles at his stupidity.
“Oh, that.” Lance wipes his eyes on his sleeve in between chuckles as he finally answers, sniffing. He braces his arms on the counter and pushes himself up on his feet, winking, “I’m not sorry about that.” He lies his torso on the counter, smooching his cheek against the cool surface, and shoots Keith a lopsided smile.
Keith shakes his head, “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but you looooooove me,” Lance sing-songs, finger gunning lazily with a grin.
Keith rolls his eyes fondly, and gets closer, dragging one of the stools from under the counter, and sitting down gingerly, wincing a little. His eyes flicker swiftly to something as he settles, before they land on Lance again. Keith frowns, “Should you be drinking coffee?”
Lance frowns back, puzzled, turning his head so he can look at his mug. “Shouldn’t I?” He wonders.
Keith leans over the counter, elbows propped up, and starts picking idly at one of the pizza rolls sitting pretty on the plate in front of him, “It doesn’t affect your high?”
Lance gasps. His pizza rolls. “No touching, you fugly mullet, it’s mineeeeee,” Lance whines, reaching forward and swatting Keith’s fugly hand away. He snatches the plate from Keith and brings it closer to himself, tucking it in between his arms, away from pizza roll-thieving mullets. Lance sticks out his tongue at him, before fitting two of the biggest rolls in his mouth. At the same time. For emphasis. His cheeks puff out.
Keith ducks his head to hide his grin. “You look like a chipmunk,” he comments nonchalantly, tapping his knuckles idly on the surface.
“Nhobowdshy ashkd yuh, Puhtrish,” Lance shoots back.
Keith rolls his eyes and flips him off with both hands, leaning back on his stool.
Lance flashes him the half-chewed food.
“Fuck, that’s gross.”
“Ah.” Lance struggles to swallow all of it dry, but manages, “I forgot to - clears throat - answer, coffee doesn’t affect my high much.” He shrugs, taking a bite off one of the rolls. Keith hums.
Lance swallows, “Pass me the straw, please. The long, bendy one.” He gestures a thumb back.
Keith slides from the stool in one smooth movement, makes his way around the counter and goes for the drawers. Lance hears as it slides open, “Which color?”
“Purple,” Lance answers over his shoulder.
He stretches his arm when Keith pulls the straw out and makes a grabby hand at him.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Keith holds the straw over his head.
“Gimme, or I’ll punch your di-I-i-aaAAAAAah,” he tries to steal the straw from Keith, but loses his footing and almost dives face-first into the cold, hard floor. “¡Coño!” He fumbles to keep upright, hooking a hand on the edge of the other side of the counter. Thank fuck for long fingers.
Lance manages to get his balance back by planting his feet firmly on the ground. Keith makes his way back to his stool, and once he’s settled, he hands Lance the straw already stretched. Keith’s lips quiver in a poorly concealed attempt not to laugh, eyes twinkling mirthfully.
Lance rolls his eyes as he throws the straw into his cup, propping himself on his elbow and resting his chin on his palm.
Keith makes gagging sounds, bangs falling on his eyes.
Lance ignores him in order to bring the straw to his lips with his free hand, and suck the coffee, swallowing in an obnoxiously loud gulp.
Keith’s nose wrinkles in disgust. “You’re gross,” Keith comments, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“Thanks, I try,” Lance grins around his straw, then frowns at Keith’s bare chest. “Shouldn’t you put on some clothes, though?” Lance asks, eyes half-lidded, “It’s freezing, Keith.”
Keith raises an eyebrow, looking down. “Off-topic, but no, Lance, it’s not,” he shoots Lance a look, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “And how would you know, anyway? You’re high.”
“What’s this jealousy I’m feeling? There’s more, you know.” He pats the breast pocket of his sweatshirt with a dopey smile, and meets Keith’s eyes as he takes a sip, waggling his brows. He swallows and winks, “Don’t need to get all broody on me, grumpy pants.”
Keith hides his face on his arms and groans. Lance can see the blush rising on Keith’s neck, and allows himself a mental pat on the back as he pushes himself upright.
“Okay, let’s go,” Lance trots towards his bedroom.
3:32 P.M.
When they sober up enough to get stuff done, they throw themselves on the couch, legs tangled because why not, right? It’s not like Lance’s life makes any sense, anyway.
Lance with the camera in his hands and laptop on his stomach, Keith with his headphones around his ears, and one of his weird, edgy sci-fi books resting on his thighs.
Lance rests his head on the armrest and hits play.
Keith’s feet tap a comforting rhythm against Lance’s.
4:02 P.M.
Keith falls asleep against the couch, mouth slightly open.
Lance does a poor job at reducing the volume of his laughter at his dramatics on video. Even though Keith’s got his headphones on, Lance still manages to wake him up, and ends up getting kicked in the shin by a very rumpled, grumpy, and over-sized baby with a fugly mullet for that.
He tries not to laugh again.
…He fails miserably, and both his shins suffer.
Terribly.
4:30 P.M.
Because Lance has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, they didn’t manage to catch Keith’s o-face on video. Life is unfair, God hates him, Jesus hates him, even Buddha must hate him, because this, right here, has got to be some sort of twisted divine punishment. Maybe it’s Karma, maybe he was a murderer in his past life, he doesn’t know. What he does know, though, is that this must be fixed.
“Dude,” he kneels on the couch and shakes Keith’s knee to wake him up, “Dude. DUDE!”
Keith’s eyes flutter open and he squints at Lance, blinking blearily, utterly confused.
Lance sits back on his heels and he offers Keith the camera, “Look.”
Keith, while frowning up at him, sits up and takes it. He yawns, unplugging his headphones from his phone and into the camera. He hits play.
Keith snaps the camera shut after about ten minutes, a furious blush burning his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He still looks mildly confused, though, and astoundingly flustered, bringing his knees to his chest.
Lance bites on his bottom lip and heaves a huge breath. “We’ll have to tape chapter 1 again,” he clarifies.
Keith lifts an eyebrow, face still bright red, “Because…”
“I can’t see your face when you’re coming, dude.” Lance explains, waving his hands at the camera in exasperation, “That’s unacceptable, you know. really preposterous. I can’t have this, I can’t WRITE like this. This is a disaster. We gotta redo this, Keith. It’s a matter of life and death.” He grabs both Keith’s knees and shakes.
“But- I’m awake now, dipshit, quit shaking me,” He snaps, batting Lance’s hands away from his knees, “But… don’t you remember my face when I was actually coming yesterday?”
So, you see… remember when Lance mentioned he has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, and some sort of divine punishment is being inflicted upon him? There’s another reason to back up that assessment.
They not only hadn’t caught Keith’s o-face on video, but he also didn’t get to see Keith’s o-face in living color yesterday because he had his fucking eyes closed. Which rude, Lance. That is just plain rude. There’s no excuses. That’s probably why God, Jesus, and Buddha hate you this much.
Lance hangs his head. “I- I had my eyes closed,” he confesses, accepting defeat.
“You’re hopeless.”
Lance’s head shoots up and he gasps, “Excuse!”
“No,” Keith stands up abruptly, almost kneeing Lance’s nose in the process.
Lance squawks and reels back, out of reach, eyes wide, “Wha-”
“Shut the fuck up, you dry raisin,” Keith glares accusingly at him and Lance flinches, “I’ll fix this.”
“Kei-”
Keith’s arm shoots up, and he points his index finger at Lance, thick eyebrows pinched. “Stay put,” he warns, waving his finger, “don’t fucking move, don’t breathe.”
Lance is too confused to react, or even say anything, so he just gapes.
“Just… stay there, I’ll be quick.”
Keith returns buck naked, with a dildo and the lube in hands.
Lance’s at a loss, he’s a loss for words, his sass is gone, along with his ability to form coherent thoughts. Keith has that effect on him, apparently. Keith always finds a way to give Lance whiplash.
Keith dumps the stuff on the coffee table and turns his attention to Lance, he chuckles at what he sees there, “Shut your mouth, Lance, you’ll catch a fly.”
Lance finds his voice. “Wha-” he clears his throat, and shakes his head before continuing, “What the fuck?” (Eloquent.)
Keith rolls his eyes as he picks up the camera, “You’re gonna tape me as I touch myself.”
Keith hands Lance the camera.
“I don’t…” Lance takes it, still completely dumbfounded.
Keith cuts him off, “I told you I’d fix this, didn’t I? So this is me, fixing it.”
Something in Lance’s brain seems to click.
“Oh,” he replies dumbly.
Oh no, is what he means, no fucking way. He’s gonna die today.
Yup, today is the day.
“Okay, so…” Keith claps his hands, “scooch over, I need the space.”
Lance’s eyes widen, “You really gonna do this here? On the couch?”
“Is there a problem?”
Yes. There’s a ton of problems, actually. Not with Keith doing it on the couch, but still, there’s a problem. Tons of problems. These problems have problems. For one, Lance will probably die. For two, he can’t do this anymore. He can’t but he has to, and he will because his project is worth 40% of his final grade, he will because he has to. He has the moral duty to prove to Keith, and to himself, that he, as a matter of fact, can do this, even if he’ll end up hurt. Fuck his feelings.
“No, no, nope, no problem at all. I’m all up for jerking off on the couch, sign me the fuck up. It’s just…” Lance blows a raspberry, scratching the back of his head, looking around the room, uncertain. He can’t meet Keith’s eyes, “it looks too cramped, I think? I was just, uhm, thinking that maybe, I don’t know, you’d prefer doing this on a bed?”
Keith snorts, “Nah, it’s okay.”
Lance finally looks at him, searching his face, “You sure? Like, 100%?”
Keith rolls his eyes, “Yes Lance, don’t worry, just… keep the camera on me.”
Lance sits upright, crisscrossing his legs, and points the camera at Keith.
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Sunday February 18th
I again ate 24 eggs at night. I have had a serious lack of appetite, not just for eggs. Pretty much anything (which is really just eggs at this point) other than candy I have not had a desire for.
My wife said I shouldn’t force the last 2 dozen down at night and “it doesn’t matter.”
So I told her look here woman, it does matter. So I ate them all. nomnomnom.
Monday February 19th
I played playstation a lot today and I am getting pretty good. Not to brag. The eggs are getting old and I am getting pretty tired of them.
I am making quite the habit of eating 24 at one time at night. Its about as wasy for force down 24 as it is to force down 12.
Tuesday February 20th
I didn’t leave the house last night so i was out of eggs for breakfast. Started the day with a bowl of cereal then went to the store. Here I am at the self scan and the attendant comes over and says she will scan my eggs for me and tells me i can bag them after I pay. I know her intentions were good, but in the end this cause me more time since she scanned them slower than I would have. Then when I was done everyone waiting in line who came after was looking at me like I was performing the greatest eggs heist in history since I was swiping my card but still had a shopping cart loaded down with eggs.
I didn’t bag them because I thought it would look weird, I so made my way to the car, and into the house and through the gauntlet of dogs and dog toys with 8 unbagged dozens of eggs.
Wednesday February 21st
Nothing out of the ordinary food wise today. Still feeling completely stuffed every time I have to force feed myself eggs and still shoveling in 2 dozen, sometimes after midnight.
Thursday February 22nd
Today was a bit different food wise than other days this month. I met with some coworkers, also laid off, for lunch at Firstwatch.
I got up a little later than I would have liked so I had 6 eggs with breakfast instead of the typical 12.
At firstwatch I had the chickichanga, which comes with 2 eggs on it and I had a side of 4 eggs. This was the first time this month I didnt prepare my own eggs (aside from the couple of times where Tracy has been amazing and made them for me).
I found out in the evening that today is national chili day. In honor of this I dumps a can of chili on top of my post workout eggs to do as the Cincinnatians do.
Late at night I tried to eat 24 eggs, I failed for the first time in consuming my 4 dozen per day. I pushed it and I nearly threw up. I did get close, the dogs got to finish off the equivalent of 2-3 eggs.
Friday February 23rd
I woke up with no appetite whatsoever today and instead of having multiple repeats of yesterday before the month is done, I have decided today will be an egg free day.
I had about 6 or 8 pop tarts today, i dont remember since I wasn’t tracking them. They dont come in styrofoam containers where i can count how many are missing.
Tracy picked me up a taco salad from taco casa on the way home from work and I ate about half of it. IT was pretty good. A lot better than some boring ass dozen off eggs for dinner, but i didnt push it in trying to eat more than half because i didnt want to take a day off of eggs and still be stuffed to the gills tomorrow.
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