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cozy-mp3 · 1 year

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positive reenforcement

abby x female!reader

when she tries, abby is a very good motivator

word count: 3.8k(ish)

warnings: nsfw (minors will be blocked), reader and abby bicker (lovingly), i have never in my sparred with anyone so that part might be written terribly, oral, kissing, a lil bit of biting, overstimulation (kinda), abby is mean(ish) but in a cute way, they say i love you two (2) times

a/n: i havent written porn in a while so hopefully i havent lost my touch 😼 i felt like we needed something cute + lighthearted after the last abby fic, i didn’t expect it to get so long but whatever we made it anyway. idk what im gonna post next but im working on a couple things that im excited to unleash on u all. i hope u enjoy, mwah

“c’mon, get up,” abby huffs, her head tilted so you can see her disapproving eyes, “you can do it, you know you can,” she adds a little more gently when she’s met with a miserable look in response, you can feel sweat collecting at your temples and you can only manage a quiet sound of discomfort as you reach your tired arms up to wipe it away. you don’t know how long you’ve been stuck in the gym with abby, but she’s laid you flat on your back on the mats at least five times already and you’d only started sparring after she’d lead you through a regular workout.

“‘m tired, abs,” you complain in a way that is whiny enough to irritate her had it come from anyone else, though it’s hard to care when your shirt is stuck to your back with sweat and your muscles ache in a way you know means more pain in the morning. abby is unmoved by your whining, as she often is, and she even gives you a performative eye roll as she reaches down and offers a hand to help you up to your feet again.

“you’ve beaten me before,” she tells you when you’re stood before her, your body falling forward until your forehead is pressed to her strong shoulder, her skin is damp with a light layer of sweat but you can’t find it within yourself to move from where you’re leaning against her, “stop being dramatic,” she chuckles, her hand resting on the back of your neck where her thumb rubs circles into your warm skin, “you almost had me this last time,” she hums as she gives your neck an encouraging squeeze.

“you’re too strong,” you mumble against her, your eyes shut tight to block out the harsh white lights of the gym as you soak up this moment of rest, “i can’t beat you,” you sigh, turning your head to rest your cheek against the width of her shoulder so you can crack open one of your eyelids to look at her. her cheeks are tinged a little pink from exertion and her hair is disheveled from the two of you wrestling each other, her brows are furrowed in thought and she furrows them even more when she turns to meet your eyes, contorting her face until she makes you laugh.

“you took down a shambler the other day, i watched you do it,” she says as she gently pushes you away from her, her hands resting on your shoulders and her eyes steady on yours, “and you took down manny last week,” she adds, giving your shoulders another reassuring squeeze.

“manny goes easy on me,” you retort with another sigh, your lips tugging downwards into a frown, “and i had a rifle when we were on patrol, it’s different,” you continue, your voice taking on a more defeated tone as you avert your eyes from hers. she lets out a heavy breath through her nose and squeezes your shoulders again, her thumbs massaging little circles into your sore muscles as she pauses to think again.

“one more time?,” she asks softly, one of her hands leaving your shoulder so she can nudge your chin with her knuckle until you’ve angled your face towards her again, “try one more time for me and i’ll make it worth it, ok?” she urges and that catches your attention, because abby doesn’t often offer you rewards, it’s just not the way she shows her affection, she’s shy with her love most of the time and shows it to you in ways you’ve learned to spot instead of gestures that make it obvious to those around you.

“worth it how?,” you ask, your brows rising in curiosity and your previous mood lifting, it’s exciting to receive things from your girlfriend, sue you. abby’s lips quirk into a smile at your reaction and she leans over to kiss briefly, her lips catching your cheek as well before she pulls away to look at you.

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out,” she tells you, lightly flicking your nose as she steps away from you and walks across the mats to face you, “you remember what we talked about?,” she asks as she settles into a comfortable crouched stance in front of you, the bulge of the muscles in her thighs pronounced as she squats slightly, her hands held in front of her face in loose fists.

“yeah, i remember,” you nod, stretching your hands above your head and leaning to each side to ease out the tightness building in your hips before you match abby’s posture, bending at your knees and leaning forward slightly to balance yourself. she begins to pace a wide circle around the mats that you mirror, not allowing your back to face her and keeping your eyes trained on hers to try to preempt her next movement.

abby makes the first move after she grows impatient with your passivity, her body lunging towards yours quickly but not so quick it’s impossible to dodge. you’ve sparred with her more times than you can count and over the course of your relationship she’s spent a lot of time teaching you how to overpower other people, especially those larger than you. it’s her way of being both protective and respectful of your boundaries, making sure that you can defend yourself so that she doesn’t feel the urge to smother you to keep you safe because, as you’ve had to point out to her before, you’re a grown woman who’s fully capable of caring for herself.

she’s always instructed you to go for the legs, to get people on the ground so it’s easier to overwhelm them, so you can get a knife in their neck or their side, anywhere that will either kill them or wound them enough that you’re able to put some distance between you both so you can put a bullet in their head. it isn’t often you’re in situations where it’s necessary for you to get into physical altercations with people due to the gun you carry, but you’re not out of practice and it doesn’t take long for you to spot an opportunity to sweep abby’s legs out from under her.

it feels like she’s one step ahead of you when she rights herself again quickly, her feet hardly stumbling before she’s stable again and lunging towards you, trying to wrap her arms around your middle. you know it’ll be impossible to get her off of you once she’s pinned you to the floor so it’s with a frustrated noise you hook one of your legs around one of hers again, pulling her towards your body until she falls toward you.

you can feel abby’s hand cupping the back of your head as the two of you fall to the mats and you can’t help but let a smile tug at the corner of your lips, she’s sweet, even if she’ll never admit it. as much as you’d like to lay down and accept defeat just on the off chance she’s down for a sweaty cuddle while you catch your breath, you want to beat abby now, partly because you want to prove to yourself that you can but mostly because you want whatever it is she’s promising.

you use the time it takes her to recoup from being pulled to the ground to your advantage and wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her towards you and using all your bodyweight to flip the two of you over so that she lands on her back with a grunt. she tries to buck your body off of hers but you hold tight and manage to wrap an arm around the width of her shoulders, holding her against your chest until you can correct the hold so that it cuts off her breathing.

she continues struggling against you until the lack of air becomes unbearable, at which point she desperately taps three times against your thigh to admit defeat. you loosen the hold of your arms immediately but leave your legs wrapped loosely around her as you both regain your breath, hers coming in harsh, breathless pants where she lays on the mat.

“hey,” abby calls after a few quiet moments, her hand patting your thigh again until you turn your tired head and look at her, her face still red from exertion and lack of air but still pretty, “told you you could do it,” she smiles, outright laughing when you groan and dig your heel into the firm muscle of her stomach not at all gently.

“you never miss a chance to say i told you so, huh?,” you ask as abby turns within the hold of your legs, her body laying heavy over yours and her eyes warm with amusement.

“nope, never,” she affirms, leaning down slightly so she can nudge her nose against yours, “i love you,” she adds when the look you’re giving her stubbornly doesn’t shift into a smile, her lips catching the corner of your mouth before you crack and smile up at her.

“love you too, abs,” you hum, squirming beneath her until her weight settles more comfortably against you, you tighten your legs around her middle and squeeze lightly as you reach up and stroke the warm plane of her cheek, “hey, what’s my prize?,” you ask after a few long seconds of the two of you staring at each other, abby’s eyes immediately leaving yours in an eye roll.

“you’re not even gonna let me catch my breath before you start requesting things from me?,” she asks, her voice full of teasing and her brows raised in question, “you’re so demanding, baby,” she sighs as she shakes her head at you. she’s not quick enough to school her expression when you groan in discontent and once the edges of her lips tug into a smile she’s unable to hold back another laugh.

“abigail,” you huff, furrowing your brows into a frown and exhaling harshly in exaggerated frustration, “stop trying to irritate me, you’re supposed to be proud of me,” you her pointedly as you use the hand still cupping her face to poke the soft skin that stretches over her cheekbone, “a good girlfriend would be praising me right now,” you add when she’s still only able to look at you with affectionate amusement.

“a good girlfriend, huh?,” she asks, her tone only getting more teasing as the conversation continues, “when have i ever claimed to be a good girlfriend?,” she questions and at your angry noise of complaint she can’t help but chuckle again. you allow her a few moments to laugh at your misery, just because you like to see her smile, before you start trying to wiggle away from her, making a big show about attempting to get up and leave.

“hey, wait,” abby protests, using one of her hands to hold you still and tilting your chin upwards so she can kiss the corner of your mouth, “you’re so pretty, you know that?,” abby asks, her lips still brushing against yours though she quickly pulls away with a grimace when you pinch the meat of her hip, “ok, ok, flattery doesn’t work, i get it,” she groans and tilts your head again so she can nip at your jaw in retaliation, though it’s more of a scrape of her teeth against your skin that makes your thighs clench around her.

“tell me what i won, anderson,” you insist again, this time widening your eyes into your closest approximation of a kicked puppy and sticking your bottom lip out in a pout that has your girlfriend rolling her eyes but sighing in defeat, you have half a mind to tell her that if she keeps doing it her eyes will get stuck like that but it seems as though you’ve won, so you decide you’ll save it for the next time you’re bickering.

“jesus, ok,” abby acquiesces, her expression still affectionate despite the exasperation in her tone, “your reward,” she starts, her fingers tightening their grip on your jaw as she uses her weight to press you flat against the mats, “is gonna my mouth on your cunt,” she tells you, her eyes trailing over your face for a moment, cataloging the way her blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your cheek before she meets your eyes again, “‘m gonna make you feel so good, it’s positive reinforcement or whatever,” she finishes, leaning down to kiss you briefly.

you can’t quite bring yourself to string a sentence together when she’s done talking, so instead you lean up to press your lips to hers again and wrap your arms around her shoulders, burrowing your nails into the firm muscles beneath her shirt. she sighs happily against your mouth and lets go of your jaw in favor of gripping your hips, her hands sliding beneath the waistband of your exercise pants where she paws a handful of your ass and squeezes until you moan.

“you’re such a good girl,” abby mumbles against your spit slick lips once she’s broken your kiss, her mouth quickly attaching to the juncture of your neck where she bites down on your sensitive skin. she groans as you whimper and uses the hands on your ass to pull your hips upwards and allow the elastic material of your pants to stretch over your hips and down your thighs. she has to lift her body away from yours to continue pulling them down your legs and you reach out to retain contact with her, sliding your hands beneath her shirt and tracing the ridges of her abs.

she gently encourages you to lift your hips up again so she can remove your underwear and the way her eyes drop to stare between your legs makes you squirm with slightly self conscious delight. you know she enjoys giving you oral, she’s told you before how she loves the way you tug her hair, how she loves the way you taste and the way your thighs squeeze around her head when you cum, but it’s still almost surreal to watch the way she looks at you like she’s hungry for it.

“abby, please,” you urge a few long seconds after she’s removed your underwear, using the hand beneath her shirt to squeeze her hip in an attempt to regain her attention, “you’re about to start drooling,” you add with an amused huff of air when she glances up at you as if she’s annoyed you interrupted her staring.

“just admiring,” abby tells you, both of her brows raised in her usual stubborn defiance, “nothing wrong with admiring my girl,” she hums and under any other circumstances you’d be able to respond in turn, to banter back and forth with her until one of you got tired and found some way to shut the other up. this time, however, abby had slid one of her hands up your thigh and before you could even hope to respond the rough, callused pad of her thumb is pressed against your clit leaving you unable to do anything but moan.

“that’s cheating,” you mumble to her once she’s leant down over you, her lips kissing lightly up the arched line of your neck, the skin already sensitive from the bites she’d left there earlier. she doesn’t bother to respond verbally, only letting out a noncommittal grunt before her lips reach your own and her fingers slide lower to glide through the slick wetness of your cunt, the wide heel of her palm pressing up against your swollen clit.

you gasp out another moan against her mouth as she works her fingers against you, never allowing them to enter you fully, only allowing them to begin to sink into the soft clench of you before she pulls them away again. she knows she’s denying you and nothing manages to sway her, not your legs spreading wider to invite her in or your hands clutching desperately at her shoulders, your choked moans into the bulge of her bicep when you turn your head or even when you begin to arch your hips into her, it’s infuriating.

“you’re so desperate for it,” abby teases when she has to sit up in order to hold you down, her firm grip on your hip keeping your body flat against the mats and your thighs laying spread open on top of her own, “you want more?,” she asks, her soaked fingers stroking lightly from your clit to your entrance and back again, her touch is uncharacteristically light and it makes the muscles in your thighs twitch in an attempt to buck towards her again.

“please,” you respond, your brows tugging together into a pleading expression that only eases when abby returns her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that have you moaning loud enough that it echoes off of the walls of the empty room. you throw one of your arms over your eyes as you get close to your peak, your hand clenching into a fist as your other hand clutches desperately at abby’s fingers where they continue to lay against your hip.

she continues her ministrations until you’re so close to cumming you’re sure it’s going to happen, your toes curled and your mouth open though no sound escapes it. it’s only when you tell her in a tone that’s close to a whine that you’re about to cum that she stops, the hand she has on your cunt lifting away as you let out a noise of complaint that’s somewhere between a whimper and a sob.

it takes a few moments to regain enough of a hold on yourself to remove your arm from over your eyes and look at her, the upset twist of your mouth only deepening when you see her, her lips wrapped around the length of her fingers to clean them off. she has to pull them from her mouth to laugh at the stormy look on your face, the hand that had been on your hip instead patting the mound above your cunt in mocking comfort.

“i told you i was gonna put my mouth on your cunt, so, i’m gonna put my mouth on your cunt,” she tells you, totally unphased by the glare you’re giving her, “what’s that face for?,” abby asks you when she’s able to gather her expression into one of false innocence, her lips immediately tugging back into a smirk when you make a frustrated sound and let your head drop back onto the mats, still not put together enough to argue with her.

“i’m being cruel, huh?,” she asks above you, lightly squeezing the meat of your thigh when you make an affirmative sound in response, “i’m sorry,” she replies in a tone that’s amused but still kind enough it doesn’t invite you to argue with her. you don’t fight her as she readjusts your legs, spreading them slightly wider so there’s enough room for her shoulders to fit when she lays on her stomach between them, her breath is hot against your cunt and it makes you squirm with oversensitive discomfort.

“gently, abs,” you warn her, reaching down to pet the soft hair at her temple as you get comfortable, your feet planted comfortably either side of her. she hums an affirmative noise and presses a kiss to each of your inner thighs before she scoots a little closer, close enough that the tip of her nose is brushing against you, though it takes a whine of her name and then an irritated prod of your toes against her ribs to get her to finally press her lips to your pussy.

abby sighs happily at the taste of you and you can feel the shift of the muscles in her arms and shoulders as she gets comfortable on her stomach, her hands holding your thighs open to prevent the way you instinctually try to clamp them shut each time her tongue glides directly over your clit. you can tell by the tightening in your stomach that you’re close and abby seems to realize it too, her motions never lingering too long on the places she knows you’re the most sensitive.

it isn’t until you’re trembling that abby picks up the pace, one of her hands letting go of your thigh in order to part your swollen lips so she can press her tongue against your entrance where you’re wet and clenching and sensitive. since she’s no longer holding it in place you’re able to use your free leg to push her against you harder and buck your hips against her face as your chase your orgasm, the moans you’d been attempting to keep to a reasonable volume once again getting loud enough to echo off of the tall walls of the gym.

she doesn’t deny you this time around and as you gasp out a warning that you’re about to cum, abby sucks your clit into her mouth, running the tip of her tongue over the swell of it. through the haze of your orgasm you can feel her moan where her lips are pressed against you, the hand that remains on your thigh squeezing in rhythm with the bucking of your hips against her face and her fingers sliding clumsily through the wet folds of your cunt with each of your movements.

“fuck, abby,” you pant as you return to yourself, relaxing your spent muscles flat against the mats as you catch your breath. abby trails the hand that isn’t between your legs up your side, splaying her fingers wide over your stomach and rubbing circles into your skin with her thumb as she continues to lick broad strokes over your cunt.

you don’t attempt to push her away, laying compliant as she cleans you up with her tongue, though you twitch each time she gets too close to the tender area of your clit which she soothes with a comforting hum. abby remains between your legs until she’s satisfied with the state of you, your pussy still swollen with arousal and glistening wet from her spit and your own orgasm, so sensitive that even the gentle brush of her fingers as she removes them makes you squirm.

“look at you,” abby smiles as she sits back up on her knees, bending over you until your face is level with hers, “i’m gonna have to carry you out of here,” she chuckles and you nod sleepily in response, smiling up at her face with an expression you’re sure matches hers, tired and content and very much in love. she leans down to kiss you and despite the foreign taste of your cunt on her lips you wrap your arms around her shoulders, tugging her downwards until she lets the full weight of her body settle against you.

“give me five minutes,” you mumble, squeezing where your arms are wrapped around her until she makes an affirmative sound, “love you,” you add after a few seconds, just to make sure she knows.

“love you too,” she replies, pressing a quick kiss to the swell of your cheek.

#abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson imagine #tlou2 x reader

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kitsuvil · 2 years

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Velvet Cigarettes - Front Row

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"Thank you," I walk past the staff that just checked my ticket, entering the building with my friends behind me. "How long has it been since they had a concert?" Scaramouche comes up, surprising me. "A few months, I think? I'm happy we finally have new songs to hear and especially in this pit atmosphere." I look up towards the stage with excitement. "Exactly what I was thinking, these shows always feel like a dream," He lets go of some of his cold exterior. Always when he's thinking about the band's music he puts his guard down and becomes soft, I don't think he's going to get anywhere with that...

"So you've been going to these concerts since high school?" Kokomi chirps up from beside me, all of my friends also lined up at the pit while it starts to fill up with other fans. "Yes, ever since the first song I came upon accidentally, I've been obsessed. And the rest of you still don't consistantly listen to their music," I frown. "Maybe because hearing you blast it in the dorm is already enough for us," Lumine laughs.

"Look, I can't help myself,"

"And I won't be able to help myself from laughing when you get noise complaints," Scaramouche jokes.

"I don't want to hear it, we havent had any. Yet."

"Right..." Scaramouche trails off.

"When did you start listening to the band? How did you guys meet each other?" I bring up.

"Interrogation much?" He asks.

"I can't be curious about how a friend ended up the way he did? You definitely don't seem to be the type who fanboys over a band," I tease.

He pauses for a moment, swallowing down vile words that he was just about to throw at me. "I actually knew them before they released their first song, it was funny how we started interacting. They suddenly came up to me, of all people, asking me about my opinions on the song they were working on. Of course they're much better now compared to when they started, but it left me in shock back then, so I started tagging along for their practices," He explains.

"Really? For real? That's so awesome, I wish my first time was more interesting like that,"

"How did you find them?"

"It's pretty simple really, I was walking past some buildings at night and I heard music coming from a weird staircase. Turns out it was their first show, my curiosity got the best of me and now I'm here," I reminisce. There weren't many people in the building when they performed, but you could tell they were having the time of their lives and I immediately recognized them as fellow high school students. Didn't think I'd end up befriending those students after starting college.

"That's really cute though, you've ranted before about how you never had friends you truly felt close with, but now in college you finally have a group of close people, I'm proud of you," Beidou throws a hand over my shoulder, comforting me.

"Thank you, Beidou," I laugh, turning towards the stage.

Eventually, the lights dim to a dark shade, creating a hushed silence over the crowd that grew over time since we arrived. "Thank you for coming, everyone!" Kazuha walks out to the stage, the rest of the members lining up next to him. The crowd cheers, many of their hands waving around in excitement.

"Hello everyone! I'm Kaedehara Kazuha, the lead vocalist for the band Velvet Cigarettes. This is Xinyan, our lovely guitarist! This is Albedo, our bassist! And Chongyun, our drummer! Let's get this concert started, everyone!"

Everyone cheers in excitement, leaving my ears scared for what's to come for the next couple of hours.

"We're starting off with the first song now!!" He waves back to the crowd, playing a riff on his guitar after introducing the band to anyone who might not know of them.

The different lights up on the stage illuminate all the members and their instruments as they begin to play a song from their most recent album, filling the concert venue with beautiful noise. The atmosphere of the concert makes me completely forget about anything going on in my life, just thinking purely about how happy I am to be right here, right now.

I wouldn't trade anything for this, a world where I'm happy, with amazing friends, far from my family, and thriving at a concert of my favorite band.

"This song goes out to Y/N and the friendship I've grown to share with them," Kazuha squats down to the pit, scanning through the people to find me, running over when he spots where I'm standing.

When he grabs my hand from the crowd, he places his lips on it, leaving my hand with a kiss before returning to the show and performing the new song that he wrote for the concert specifically.

im so sorry this is the shittiest chapter ive ever written and it took so long to write i have no brain working rn bcs im wasting all my braincells on school rn😭

warning: VERY MUCH NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL PLEASE DONT BULLY IK ITS BAD

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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Hi hiraaa! Its coffee anon, its been so long since I’ve last sent an ask but my life has been really hectic and i wasn't really in the right mental state for a while which is why I haven't sent an ask in so long! I’m trying to come back to my usual self and I wanted to let you know that I’m still reading and loving all your works ever since I last sent a message and I think it's about time I sent my gratitude hehe sooo here are my thoughts and all my love on all the works I didn't comment on during my absence, I’m sure I missed a bunch here and there so I hope you can forgive me for that but know that I love everything you write and it brightens my day :DD without further ado, let's start!

From what I remember, the last post I wasnt able to comment on was the last part of I love you so which is such a shame because I was sobbing crying and grinning by the end of it all. I love that you included all the parallels at the beginning because it added just the perfect amount of pain in my heart before even getting started. AND THEN THE DRAMA HIT! I distinctly remember holding back a scream bc i was reading pt 4 at like 2am in the morning and when she ran out in the rain i had to take a breather before I actually burst and THEN DILUC RUNS AFTER HER AND I JUST LOST IT, AAAAAAA WHEN HE WHEN HE WHEN HE JUST im still feeling the tingle of excitement and thrill when reading that part to this day and it just felt like i was there at the time and i honestly started sobbing when he finally confessed bc i was just so happy that THEYRE THERE! THEY FINALLY GOT IT! LIKE YES BESTIES YOU LOVE EACH OTHER! I'm really glad we got to see what happened after but kaeya’s part had me holding in a big sob cause that's my comfort husbando right there, like ilysm kaeya pls im sorry but im just glad the dearest couple finally had there happy ending bc they deserve it and i just love them okay?

The next one seems to be Diluc’s big family 1 but I'm gonna talk abt the whole series here bc i dont want to overshare hehe, for some context i don’t really like kids except for a select few, kids seem to like me well enough but Ive always been a little annoyed with them growing up but this series has me rethinking everything honestly. The first part had me all smiley bc of how sweet it would be to see diluc coming home and just 4 kids hounding him as a welcome touches my heart. Part 2 had me cackling bc i love the reactions of everyone and i can just imagine the overwhelming look of surprise and disbelief on their face when they see the ragvindr family. Then part 3 was just wholesome sweet chaos and a perfect mix of the last two parts AND THE KAEYA APPEARANCE AT THE END? Totally see him doing that i love him sm pls, anyway i love all the kids and i would do anything for them

Up next is another angst with diluc but this time it's with my newest comfort character, ayato. When i first read this one I knew that I was going to be hurt but i did NOT expect it to hit me as hard as it did AHAHAHA when it got to the goodbye part I IMMEDIATELY thought of that scene in little women (i havent watched the movie but ive seen the scene multiple times bc the acting and emotion is just amazing) i was surprised to find out that i was actually right! Anyway, this drabble broke me bc i just know that having this perfect connection but not being able to follow it is so painful for both parties and i cant help but cry for them

The next one is the kid! Kamisato! Reader having a crush on thoma and when I tell you I cackled so hard I might have hit my hand a little bit too hard on my desk. The situation is just so hilarious and I love the idea of young Ayato losing control of his emotions bc his little sister decided that she likes sweet thoma more than him and I cant get his cute little pout out of my head which is why I keep laughing a lot. I actually had a crush who rejected me so gently that we actually became friends after and i liked them more because of how sweet they were honestly so i can totally see thoma as the type to let someone down so nicely that you cant even be sad! The ending made me lose it again though AHAHHAHA the poor boba (1/2) ~coffee anon

I've gatekeeped this ask for a month but NOW THAT I FINALLY KNOW HOW A PERSONAL TAGLIST WORKS (and I have a reblog acc!) I CAN KEEP THIS FOREVER

I cant even begin to believe that you remembered my works and kept comments for them while you were giving yourself some space!! 😭 I'm so glad to hear you're feeling much better now, a hectic life really does take its toll so it's good you're back!! coffee you're literally so sweet im dhjsdhiejdid this is my happy box

#hira love letters #hira coffee #hira replies

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ikaroux · 3 years

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HII i havent really submitted anything before so i hope this is ok! could i ask for the "When it comes to wake you up after a “restless” night. (Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya)" but with albedo? its totally okay if not! thank you for reading!

Answer below ❤

"When it comes to wake you up after a “restless” night" Xiao/Venti/Albedo

f!reader

Headcanons NSFW (18+)

Not for minors !

Summary: Your lover had completely exhausted you, not letting you sleep until the early hours of the day. He is the first to wake up to get on with his daily chores, leaving you to sleep a few more hours. Noticing that you are still asleep as the morning is about to end, he decides to wake you up by himself... forgetting that you were still naked under the sheets.

Masterlist

Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya part 1

Xiao

Xiao is a HYPER sensitive man, both emotionally and physically.

You can be sure that once he has tasted the pleasure of the flesh, he will come back for more.

He loves you more than anyone else on Teyvat and he considers sex one of the best ways to show it.

In public, Xiao is often reluctant to touch you. He will tend to stare intently at your hands or lips. If you surprise him, he will turn his face away abruptly, trying to hide the redness on his cheeks. (He doesn't know you can see it on his ears, so cute.)

Don't tease him, he might take it the wrong way, yell at you and run away, you won't see him for a couple of days. Gently hold his hand, if you do, you can be sure he won't hesitate to touch you again.

He loves it when you kiss him. Whether it's his cheeks, his lips, his hands, he loves your touch. You soothe him... He who suffers continuously from his karmic debt, from his past sins, you are an infinite source of happiness in his eyes.

When you are both alone in Xiao's room at the Wangshu Inn, he will be very affectionate. He will often wrap his arms around your waist or chest, peppering your neck with sweet kisses.

Xiao warms up quickly. Be prepared for intense, daily sexual activity!

But don't worry, he's learned to control his own orgasm. He'll only let himself come when you've had yours.

Like I said, this man warms up quickly. Want another round? He'll be ready in a second and as many times as needed!

Xiao had not slept all night.

When you plunged into sleep, Xiao had to leave reluctantly to perform his yaksha duties.

The sun was already high in the sky when he returned. Too exhausted to pay attention to his surroundings, he didn't notice your sleeping form in bed, instead heading to the shower to clean up and cool off. The day was particularly hot, which Xiao couldn't stand. He quickly removed his clothes, tossing them aside. He noticed his reflection in the mirror, littered with bites and hickeys from last night. Red flushed in his cheeks as images of your lovemaking flashed through his mind.

"Tch."-He turned away from the mirror sharply, too embarrassed by the excitement that was slowly building inside him.

The cold water did him the world of good and when he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, he froze in place when he heard a moan. He thought at first that you were awake for a long time, probably downstairs helping Verr. He'd forgotten how much sleep humans could need, so when he thought about it, he hadn't let you rest until the early hours of the day.

He cautiously approached you. Your legs were bent over, you were clutching a cloth that looked like one of his tops and, by the archons, you were still naked! Quickly, he felt his sex harden at the sight of your body, which he had adored only hours ago. He always thought you were beautiful, with or without clothes. How was he supposed to let you rest when he found you with nothing on!?

"Damn it! This woman is going to drive me crazy." - he said in a desperate tone.

Xiao climbed onto the bed, straddling you shamelessly. He turned you on your back, instantly waking you up with a scream. He silenced you with a rough kiss, ripping off the tank top you were holding, freeing your chest of all embarrassment. His hands came to cup your breasts whose nipples were already hardened, massaging them greedily. He let go of your swollen lips to better admire you.

"Xiao."

He kissed your skin, moving down from your neck to your chest and finally your lower abdomen. His hands tenderly caressed your skin, moving up your thighs to your knees, spreading them further apart as his face approached your womanhood.

"Xiao... Please." - you planted one of your hands in his hair.- "I love you Xiao."

"(y/n) - He gently kissed your inner thigh. - "I love you too."

He dove between your thighs, making sure to take you to heaven.

Venti

Venti loves the act of love, such an intimate, human act that allows him to express himself as much as his verse.

He is originally a wind spirit, sex is a totally unknown thing to him. He didn't even think he was capable of feeling emotions like desire. Having lived with humans has made him discover all the possibilities that a heart offers.

You have radically changed his life. Love was no longer just a poem to him, he lived it, felt it, desired it. He cherished and protected you more than anything else. You will notice that he is completely different when he is with you than when he is with his friends. He is gentle, serious and loving as you are with him.

He loves physical affection! Whether at home or away, he will never hesitate to kiss or cuddle you.

He will never force you to do anything. He'll always make sure you agree to anything he does.

When you're home alone, he likes to make you sit between his legs and then put his hands on the warm skin of your belly. He loves to tease you when it's just the two of you, your laughter is his salvation!

Venti must have his fix! I told you, he loves your touch and when he is really excited and well... Be prepared for him to over-simulate and not get much sleep...

Venti had been up for a while dressed and walking the streets looking for a good breakfast to offer you. Often men and women he passed would ask him why he had such a wide smile on his face, Venti would simply tell them that he was just very happy. He was always happy with you, but every time he had carnal relations with you, his heart was full of it.

He bought you apples, juice, bread and a good piece of cheese! To add to your pleasure, he paid for it with his own hard-earned moras. Satisfied with his purchases, Venti went home. He prepared a tray for you, beautifully decorated with a flower from Cecilia, which he brought to your room.

The room was pleasantly lit by the soft rays of the morning sun. Seeing that you were still asleep, Venti placed his tray on the table that decorated your room. He walked over to the bed, jumping on it to kneel on the mattress next to you.

"(y/n) Wake up!"

"Hmmmm."

"Wake up!" - He shook you lightly before leaning down to kiss your neck.

"Still sleepy ~"

Venti laughed to himself. To tease you, he pulled the blanket off your shoulders before remembering that you hadn't put any clothes back on last night. He opened his eyes wide at first, his cheeks slightly rosy, then flashed a small, sly smile.

"Venti! It's cold!" - The naughty expression on his face froze you in place. -

His hands moved slyly over your body.

"Too bad, I'd gotten you a breakfast like you like.... - he kissed your belly and then each of your breasts, forcing a moan from your mouth. - "Haha, too bad, we'll eat it later! I have another meal waiting for me... "

On his words, he nibbled your lips making his fingers flow to your sex...

Albedo

Like Diluc, Albedo hides his game very well.

It is true that at the beginning of your relationship communication was complicated. He was not used to having conversations with others, preferring the company of his books and alchemical materials.

He put a lot of effort into himself for you (and only for you).

Albedo is not shy about physical contact, although he won't initiate it on his own, if you hold his hand or ask him for a hug in public, he will accept without hesitation!

He won't say it directly, but he loves to feel you against him. You only have to see the slight smile on his face to understand that he likes it.

Like Xiao, Albedo will be completely addicted to you after your first time. He'll often give you suggestive looks or kiss you on the neck and behind the ear to let you know that he wants to.

He carefully studies your every reaction, recording every point that makes you moan with pleasure. He's good, really good.

Albedo can be really hard in bed. He'll tend to start out slow until he gets carried away with his desires. Kiss the mark on his neck and you can be sure that you will end up the next moment in bed or on any surface where he can take you!

It is when Albedo returns to Mondstadt after several days away from Mount Dragonspine, that he will tend to have long sessions with you. He is usually more romantic and sensual, he has missed you and wants to make sure you know it.

Albedo had been up for a long time, working on the research he had brought back from Dosdragon and hadn't had time to read it over.

He had barely slept for a few hours, his eyes burning a little, but he was used to it. Coffee in hand, he read each line, correcting from time to time formulas that he had written.

After rereading his documents once, twice and then three times, he put his pen down on the kitchen table, sighing with fatigue. He removed the three cups of coffee he had drunk in the last few hours and washed them in the sink.

He looked at the clock, it said 11:49. He wondered if you had gotten up without him noticing. Curious, he looked around the house for you, calling your name softly.

When he got no answer, he went up to your room to see if you were still sleeping. When he opened the door, he spotted your form draped under the covers. You were lying on your stomach, your hair strewn across your back. Albedo noticed your nakedness when he saw the parting of your buttocks protruding from the blanket.

He looked at you for a long time without moving, just enjoying the view, but eventually he took his sketchbook to immortalize the moment. After a few sketches of you, he placed his material on your bedside table before lying down next to you, admiring your sleeping face and pushing a few strands of hair over your face. He stroked your skin, touched your lashes, watched your features until you opened your eyes, smiling at the sight of your lover.

"Hello there."-You intertwined your fingers with his hand that brushed your lips. -

"Hello."

You moved closer to him, snuggling into his arms. His eyes never left you, even when he lifted your chin to kiss your lips. It is at this moment that his hands strayed in your back, skirting the line of your spine, stopping a moment in the middle of the way to stick you a little more to him, to finally finish its race until your buttocks. He caressed them languorously, enjoying the noise of rubbing of his skin against yours and the moans that you let escape from your throat. Finally letting go of your ass, he moved down your thigh to your knee, grabbing it to place it on his hip.

Your excitement was palpable by the flush on your cheeks and your misty eyes. He loved having this effect on you.

Once he had you securely locked to his hip, he let go of your leg and moved up to your sex, stroking your clit with his fingertips. You were already ready for him, but he wanted to take you for the first time with his hand. He easily planted a finger inside your womanhood, slowly rubbing your walls before adding a second finger.

"Albedo, j-je, aaah, don't tease me please! - He smiles at your comment. -

"You are so beautiful, let me observe you a little longer..."

The bulge in his pants hurt, but he was a patient man, very patient...

Hi! No worries, I don't mind at all, I'm even happy! I love Albedo, I wasn't going to do the same headcanons for him but it motivated me! Thanks for your request <3

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dr4cking · 3 years

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I could request a smut with draco post war, where he and his wife (reader) have tried to have sex but their young children always interrupt them in some way, so they give it to cissy to take care of so they can have privacy. Thank you and only if you feel comfortable writing this request😊😊

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : hi! thank you for requesting! this one is a really cute idea 😂💞

draco twisted the doorknob entering the house with his sleeping 5 year old son on his hips, the familiar scent tickling his nose as he step into their house, a smile crept up to his face as he sees the mother of his kid busying herself in the kitchen.

“hi dray, he’s asleep?” y/n whispers, walking to her husband, examining their son and she smiles as she sees her son sleeping peacefully resting his head on his father’s shoulder.

“he is, love. i think he got exhausted after playing all day in the park, lemme put this little guy on his bed first okay?” draco said as he kisses her forehead before heading into his son’s bedroom.

draco put scorpius carefully on his bed, pulling the cover up to his small body, he chuckles internally as he watched that scorpius is a spitting image of him. he left a kiss on his forehead as he closed the door quietly then head downstairs going back to his wife.

“hey, how’s your day? i miss you so much, love” draco put his hand around y/n’s waist startling her, he buried his face onto the crook of her neck inhaling his favorite scent making her giggles.

“i miss you too, dray. its been lovely, how about you hmm? did you have fun with our little guy?” y/n said not turning back as she still chopping the carrots.

“we did but he kinda took out all of my energy, you know what that means, right?” draco smirked as he pressed her back closer to his chest, his hands started to groping around her body.

“d-draco scorpius is s-sleeping” y/n said between her moans as her husband pressed her ass against his crotch and rubbing it behind her, she gripped the knife harder.

“then we’ll have to be quiet” he turns her around pushing her back against the table carefully, quickly catching her lips on his, kissing his wife hungrily moaning instantly into the kiss. she broke the kiss to catch some breath.

“f-fuck y/n” draco let out a whispered moan into her ear as he starts grinding his boner on her core, y/n throw her head back in pleasure feeling butterflies errupted in her stomach as he starts to trailing kisses down on her neck and still grinding on her.

“god its been so long since the last time, baby. i cant believe we managed to last that long” y/n chuckles at his words but turns into a hitched moan as draco pulled down the straps of her dress and latching his lips onto her nipple sucking on it, she interlocked her hand with his hair.

“no bra, yeah? as if you know you were gonna get fucked” y/n bites down her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving her husband who started to go down kissing her stomach, she gets more excited as he lifts up the bottom of her dress and kissing her inner thighs.

“d-draco please-” y/n hooked one of her leg onto his shoulder as he pushes her panties aside, he was about to gives all her craving but-

“mommy, daddy!” both of them froze as they heard a small footsteps approaching them, they quickly redressing themselves and act normal as their son run to y/n, hugging her leg.

“whats wrong baby?” y/n asked worriedly as she gets down on his level, patting his head.

“i’m having a nightmare mommy” she places soft kisses to all over his face to calm him down then she looks at draco who still held the frustation on his face, she wanted to laugh but she remember that her baby needs her right now.

“c’mon daddy lets put scorpius back in his room” y/n teasingly said running her fingers on his cheek, draco clenched his jaw gritting his teeth as he realizes what his wife playing at.

“you’re gonna regret that, babygirl” draco whispers into her ear as she walking the three of them to scorpius’s bedroom, he walked behind her and squeezing her ass, he smirks when he heard her gasped.

after an hour of reading scorpius a book, telling him a story, he finally gets back into his sleep but y/n and draco are too tired to continuing what they were about to do in the kitchen.

y/n look up to her husband who already staring at her, her mouth agape as she watches draco mouthed “i’m still horny” to her. holding out her laughter she shook her head.

“not now draco, we almost get caught by our son” y/n said quietly cant help but chuckles lowly when she sees draco whining and rubbing his face in frustration.

>>>>>

the next day comes, draco was sitting on his chair working through something, a quill on his hand and a parchment in front of him. then he heard rustling behind him, he turns around to find his beloved wife, only in a towel.

y/n gives him a wink and motioning him to come over making draco gulped, he made his way to her as fast as possible then pulling her closer by her waist, his lips immediately founding hers, his hand goes to unwrap the towel and it falls down onto the floor.

draco let out a grunts as he sees y/n’s exposed body he was getting hard by the seconds, he grabbed her by her thighs and placed her on his desk. his hands roaming around her body.

y/n moans softly when she feels draco sucking on her nipple, his hand playing with the other and his free hand rubbing her clit collecting the wetness, he brought his fingers into his mouth sucking it hungrily making y/n whimpers at his action. draco was about to pulls down his sweatpants until he heard a soft knocks on the door, he groaned in frustration.

“mommy, daddy? i’m so bored, can we go get an ice cream?” scorpius yelled behind the door making draco frustrated more.

y/n melted at her son’s voice, quickly getting a piece of clothes and putting it on, draco look at her in disbelief.

“are you serious, y/n?” draco loves his son so much but he always had a bad timing.

“draco he wants to get an ice cream, i cant say no to him, later okay? now c’mon” y/n chuckles at his pouted face, she kisses the tip of his nose and leading him with her to approaching their child.

after hours taking a walk and getting an ice cream per their son’s wishes, they go back to the house.

draco took a seat on the couch in their living room reading daily prophet while his wife and his kid starts to playing together in front of him, enjoying their day off but suddenly an owl barging into the house making the three of them turning their heads at it. draco raised his eyebrows in confusion as he takes the letter from the owl.

y/n rose up from the floor wanting to see who was sending them a letter, scorpius still unbothered playing with his toys.

“oh its from mother” draco said as he opened the enveloped.

Dear Draco & Y/n,

How are you? I havent heard anything about the three of you, I sent this letter to tell you both that Lucius & I missed our grandchild so much, I was hoping that he could stay for a little bit in the Manor, we wanted to spend some time with him. I wish you all healthiness as always.

Narcissa.

“perfect.” draco smirked as he finishes reading his mothers’ letter looking up to his wife with a sly grin making her blush.

“scorp?” he called out his son smiling at him as scorpius turning his head to listen to his father.

“do you want to stay with your grandmother and grandfather? they said they missed you and will be happy if you’re staying with them for awhile.”

“really? of course yes dad!! i missed them so much, mommy please pack my stuff” scorpius shouted happily, jumping around with his toy in his hand making his parents laugh at their boy’s cuteness.

in the evening, draco, y/n and scorpius apparated to the Malfoy Manor. lucius and narcissa already waiting at the front door welcoming the little family happily. scorpius runs to his grandmother and she picked him up kissing his cheeks.

“draco, y/n aren’t you staying too?” lucius asked as he watched the couple didnt go inside with them.

“uh father actually we were kinda busy- the work is stuffing up our faces.. but thank you for willing to take care of scorpius” draco nervously said as lucius looked at them in confusion but after connecting the dots together, he nods giving his son a smirk.

“sure sure, have fun you two” y/n widen her eyes but quickly laughed it off, the pair blushing madly because of draco’s father words but draco hurriedly takes her hand in his and apparating back to their house saving them from embarrassment.

as they appeared back in their house draco opened the door and shoving his wife inside kicking the door behind them as he pushed y/n against it.

“woah woah slow down draco” y/n laughs at her husband aggressiveness but interrupted by his lips capturing hers, she returns the kiss with the same passion, moans slipped off of her as draco undressing both of them.

“fuck- i cant take it anymore baby wanna take you right here right now” draco places wet kisses on her neck, marking every inch of her skin. he slowly get down after he finished assaulting her neck, continuing what he was doing yesterday, but now without any interruptions.

“draco.. oh- fuck” y/n couldnt control her moans anymore as draco drowned his head between her thighs eating her out making his wife squirming and scratching on the door.

draco let out a hum at the taste of her, he was hungry he eats her out like a starved men, its not only for her but for his pleasure too. y/n’s moan ringing in his ear filling the house making he gets more hungrier, he inserts his fingers into her thrusting and curling them inside of her making her body shake, his tongue skillfully playing with her clit.

“oh my god draco.. i-im so close!” y/n warned him, she was closer than she thought, after she said that she felt her orgasm snapped through her body, a loud moan of her husband’s name escaped her lips, it feels too good.

“fuck i missed this, babygirl. taste so fucking delicious.” draco hummed as he lapping up her juices closing his eyes at the taste, he was longing for it.

draco stand up after he finished, looking at y/n who was still catching her breath, he chuckles deeply before reconnecting their lips, shoving his tongue down her throat letting her taste herself, he squeezes her ass giving it a few slaps before placing one of her legs on his waist and he starts to lining his cock on her glistening cunt. whimpers and begging came out from her mouth.

“h-holyfuck y/n feels so good” draco groans as he bottomed fully inside her letting her adjust for a second before picking up his pace, he starts to rocked in and out of her, her walls clenching and squeezing hard around him making it impossible for him to last longer.

y/n’s body bouncing up and down uncontrollably against the door, all she cares now was getting her high again and feeling her husband’s cum filling her up. she rolled her hips fucking him back, loud moan left her lips as the head of his brushing her spot, draco took a notice and pounding harder into thek spot making her seeing the stars.

“fuck fuck fuck y/n im gonna fucking come if you keep doing that.” draco wrapped both of her legs on his waist the new angle making his cock going deeper inside her, he screams her name as y/n starts to pulsing around him signaling she was close, he sneaked one of his hand and rubbed a small circle on her clit making her body jolted out at the double pleasure.

“yes- yes.. oh my god im cumming daddy!” y/n doesnt care about her words anymore as she lets her second orgasms washed over her- wait no she’s.. she just squirted all over draco.

“holy shit! that was so fucking hot.. gonna give you all of my cum until you carry my second child.. f-fuck y/n take all of me!” draco screams her name out loud as he stilled, shooting all of his semen into his wife filling her womb non stop until some of it dripped out of her but he quickly pushing it back inside not letting it go to waste.

draco is still inside her, both of their bodies shaking from their intense orgasms. y/n look up to him, sweats running on his forehead, his blonde hair messy, mouth hung open to steadying his breath, he looks like a god.

they continue their activities for a whole days, now without interruptions. rounds after rounds, on the couch, on the desk, against the walls, in their room, in the bathroom, basically everywhere in their house, it was like they were making up for the lost times.

and a month after, lucius and narcissa were given a news, that draco and y/n are expecting their second child.

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wyverian-lady525 · 2 years

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reverto meeting his kid for the first time? or actually the others too, at least the guys, if u havent done them (and are up to doing it!)

Sounds cute!!❤ I love the concept of the boys with their babies

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The Boys (Kyle, Reverto, Cheval, and Alwin) Meeting Their Child for the First Time

Kyle

-Kyle would have a look of shock about him. Like, he knew this day was coming, but he couldn’t believe it was finally here. He was also notified of the arrival of his child while he was out on a hunt, so he would be all sweaty too. Despite that, you would still give him his child to hold. He would struggle to find any words to say, so he wouldn’t say anything. Kyle would just take in his child’s warmth as they pulled at his armor. Immediately begins to panic when child starts to cry.

-The first couple of days with a newborn are how you would expect with Kyle. The lack of sleep leads to some bickers, the two of you are constantly worried about the baby, and the dreaded family wants to visit. Kyle would be very aggressive when it came to his brothers and the baby.

Reverto

-Reverto would be beyond excited to meet his kid. He’s been waiting for this day for a long time now, and its finally here. However, Reverto actually fainted while you were having the baby (he’s very sorry), and had to wait till he came to. The hunter would eagerly wait for you to hand him his kid and get all excited when he finally has the little one in his large arms. The sight is quite adorable as he coos to the baby and introduces himself as their father. Might scream when the baby starts to cry.

-A couple days after the baby was born leads to you being by yourself most of the time because Reverto is out on quests still trying to bring in money to better take care of you guys. He might also get a palamute to watch you both while he’s gone.

Cheval

-Cheval would meet his kid by accident. What I mean by that is you had your baby in the middle of the forest while the two of you were trying to get to Lulucion. When he had to help deliver his child, he would be on the verge of tears. The crying, however, would only start after he hears his baby cry for the first time. It only increases when you hand him his kid to hold for the first time. You will be wiping his tears away as he shakily introduces himself to his baby. He will thank you for giving him a family again.

-He would be fiercely protective over the next couple days, constantly watching over his kid in order to make sure they’re alright. Especially as you guys travel to Lulucion. Lilia demands to see the baby. Cheval is very hesitant to whom his child is near let alone held by.

Alwin

-Alwin was extremely anxious when meeting his kid for the first time, although you told him not to worry because they won’t even remember this. That doesn’t make him feel any better though. He’s afraid that he might drop his child or make a horrible first impression. You literally have to shove the baby in his arms, or he would hesitate forever. It was the right call because he started to cry when he felt his child squirm around in his arms for the first time. Becomes extremely protective and caring due to his wyverian instincts.

-The next few days have Alwin hardly leaving the home as he helps you tend to the kid. Ena and a whole bunch of other villagers would want to see them. He’s a 10/10 dad with instincts being a majority of his success. It’s easier for him when his child can’t speak yet.

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years

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plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off. the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

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pinkpetalwaterimagine · 3 years

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On the edge... (Charlie Gillespie) part 1

A/N : So sorry guys, I’m posting it again here, anyway enjoy. Don’t hesitate to point out any mistakes.

Bonne lecture ❤️

Summary : It’s not that you are insecure but seing Charlie and the onscreen chemistry he has with Madison is making you uncomfortable. And it obviously lead to a fight.

Word count : 2,1 k

Somehow you had passed your exam with a flying hand and you were ready to rest during your vacations. Vacations that were obviously well deserved. Charlie, your boyfriend, was currently shooting with Kenny Ortega in Vancouver. Living quite far from there you could not go see Charlie every other weekend. However you decided to go on set with everyone during your vacations.

You have already met the whole crew, they were really nice to you, and immediately you felt included in there tight knit group.

You were just so excited to see Charlie after months of separation. You had missed him just as much as he had missed you.

He did not know you were coming to surprise him, it was supposed to be, well, a surprise. You took an uber to Charlie and Owen’s apartment. Those boys really hide their key under their doormat. Do they know that this is dangerous ?

You enter the flat and were met with silence, the boys might still be at the studio or filming or whatever actors do. You took time to take a long shower to wash off the sweat from the flight. You even took a small nap to regenerate.

You heard loud voices in the hall and you just knew that one of the voices belonged to your boyfriend. A bright smile already on your lips as you waited for him to enter his house. Owen was the first one to acknowledge you.

« Y/N ! How are you doing ! What are you doing here ? We are so happy to see you ! » he embraced you in a hug, not for too long because Charlie pulled him off of you.

He did not say anything he just took you in his arms, for a long time, kissing the top of your head again and again. When he released you just a bit, he tilted his head and kissed you like it has been a long time you havent seen him. But he has been a long time and oh how you craved his soft and rosy lips. The others were doing anything but looking at you, it wasn’t that they were embarrassed it’s just that this was an intimate moment that the two of you hadn’t since a long time and they wanted to respect at least a bit of your privacy. Only Charlie and you were standing in the hall anymore, the others were already on the couch or on the floor, ready for movie night.

« I missed you so much, I am so happy you are here, you can’t even imagine » Charlie said whispering in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

« I missed you too, that’s why I’m here after all. » you chuckled in the crook of his neck.

He led you to the living room with all the others, never leaving you. He always had a hand on the small of your back, or on your thigh. It has been such a long time since you have seen each other that he didn’t want to miss a single thing about you.

You said hello to everyone, happy those familiar faces again. You were just ready to chill with everyone.

You were about to sit on the couch next Owen and Jeremy, when you felt a pair of hands grabbing your hips and making you sit on Charlie’s lap.

« Where do you think you’re going » you giggled at his act.

They were something about Charlie that always make you giggle or blush and more generally acting like a schoolgirl. You swear sometimes you think his goal is to make you blush so much that you were as red as a tomato. But you loved your goofy, cute man.

« Thank you Y/N for being here ! Really, we can’t hear Charlie complaining about not seeing you or how much he misses you. » Jeremy said and Charlie has a deep shade of red on his cheeks.

You thought he was really cute to go and talk about how much he misses you. You know that he wasn’t just on your part that those months of being apart were hard. The night goes on and the smile you had never left your lips. Charlie had his arms wrapped around your waist the whole time, and he was always making quiet comments about the movie you were watching or just kissing you under the ear and so on. `

Everyone fell asleep in uncomfortable positions and the next morning all of them has knots in their back.

« Ok guys, you need to leave or you’re going to be late on set ! » you exclaimed trying to wake all of those people but no one moved. « C’mon guys, you need to get moving » as you were trying to shake them all up, your arm was pulled by Charlie and you fell on him. He had still his eyes closed even though he was smirking.

« Do you want to come with us on set ? » Charlie asked with a groggy voice.

« Yes ! »

« You just waited for me to ask you right ? » you blushed at his words. You didn’t want to impose your presence to the staff and all the actors.

The day you decided to join all of your friends on set, they had to film the scene between Charlie and Madi where they sang perfect harmony. You knew that supposedly nothing was going on between them, but it was just the way Luke looked at Julie. You tried to convince yourself that this was nothing, it was just on-screen chemistry nothing more. But they both looked so pretty and handsome and you couldn’t not feel bad about yourself.

At the end of the scene everyone clapped and congratulated the both actors who executed perfectly the routine. Charlie made Madi spin, both giggling. You heart broke a little but you tried to not let it shows. Everyone was so cheerful and happy.

You put on a fake smile and got on with the day. You hung around makeup and costumes and tried to help as much as you could, from setting the buffet for everyone to painting some decors.

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Everyday for a week, you accompanied the band to the studio, but as the days goes by you couldn’t not notice the constant banter between Charlie and Madi. It wasn’t that you were jealous or anything, of course he was « allowed » to speak to other girls. It’s just that they seemed to understand each other on a deeper level. On a music level that you could never understand. You could sing under the shower but you didn’t knew how to play any instruments or writing any lyrics.

« Don’t you think that this song is such a killer song ?! » asked Owen, excited, almost crushing you on the couch where you rested.

« Hum ? Which one ? Even though they’re all amazing! »

« Well the one Charlie and Madi wrote together » you looked at him in disbelief. « Yeah, perfect harmony ! »

A whirlwind of thoughts came into your mind and made your insecurities come back at full speed.

« Oh… no I did not know that. » you said quietly, like if you spoke too loud you would break down in tears. And Owen saw right through you.

« Are you okay ? You know that it is just a song ? »

« Yeah, yes I know, it’s just since this morning I’m not feeling good. I think I’m going to head back to the house. If Charlie asks … » you topped mid-sentence, was he really going to ask ?

You couldn't answered that question being a hundred percent sure.

You took your stuff and left the studio.

Charlie just ended another scene and went to look for you. « hey Owen ? Have you seen Y/N ? » he asked a bit worried and with a small frown on his forehead.

« She went back, said she didn’t felt well »

Well that’s weird, thought Charlie. She would've told him if she wasn’t feeling well. He shook his head and focus on the next scene he had to play before heading back home.

You were laying on your guys bed, crying your eyes out not really knowing why they were so much waterfalls.

You heard the front door open and you recognized the voices of the three boys that played the ghosts. You quickly shut your eyes, trying to make Charlie believe you were asleep.

Charlie entered the room and saw the girl he loved with her head buried in a pillow, she seemed asleep. He sighed and closed the door on his way out. He didn’t understand why all of a sudden you were so cold to him. He didn’t remember having done something bad or wrong. He tried to replay in his mind everything that happened that week without founding anything.

« Are you alright ? » asked Jeremy concerned at the face his friend was making.

« Yeah, it’s just I don’t know why Y/N is giving me the cold shoulder. » he sighed, his head between his hands.

After a few hours of hiding in the room, you decided to fix yourself, make somehow your eyes a little less puffy. You tried to pass by the living room without noise, not ready to confront the boys or anyone for that matter.

You thought you had made it to the kitchen without making your presence known. But as you closed the fridge’s door and turned towards the table you were faced with Charlie’s hazel eyes.

« How are you ? » he asked softly, you felt your throat tightened. « Fine » you croaked.

He knew they were something wrong.

« You know you can talk to me, I’m here babe » Charlie mumbled. You tried avoiding his gaze. He stepped softly towards you, almost chest to chest.

« I don’t want to talk about it » you muttered. « well I think we have to. You have that sad look in your eyes and it saddens me ! »

« I don’t want to do this now, the boys are just in the living room ! »

« But I want to help you, let me help you! » his voice was raising higher and higher.

« Ne fais pas ça maintenant s’il te plait » (don’t do this now) you exclaimed in French so that the boys wouldn’t understand what was happening, even if the knew that you were fighting, no need to be a genius to realize that.

« Oh so now we are talking French ?! Why ?! You don’t want our friends to know that we are not this perfect little couple they think we are ! » Charlie snapped.

« Ne m’humilie pas de la sorte ! Je pense que tu l’as déjà assez fait cette semaine! » (don’t humiliate me like that, you already did it enough all week) you seeped. Your head was beginning to spin from all the crying and the shouting didn’t help.

« Mais qu’est ce que tu racontes bon sang! » (what are you talking about for god’s sakes) Charlie spat, his Canadian accent resurrecting strongly.

« Okay, you want to know what I’m talking about ? I’m talking about you and Madison, I know that I should not be jealous but you are so close to her via music and filming and so close to her as well as in not far away. How do you expect for me to not see that. To not see the chemistry you two has on screen ?! » You were between yelling and sobbing uncontrollably. Charlie stayed silent for a moment not knowing what to answer to this.

« You know, and I’ve told you countless of times that we are nothing more than friends ! She is young » Charlie exclaimed

« Oh because if she was older, you would definitely take her on a date ?! » you exclaimed, hurt by his words. The both of you stayed silent for a bit of time. A heavy silence.

« Of course not, you’re the one I like. The only one I love. Yes, we are not together 24/7, but I love you Y/N. No one else but you, why can’t you see that ? » Charlie insisted, his hair tugging at his now shorter hair.

« I think I should go back for a bit. I’ll see you later » you said in a breath.

« Dont do this to me, don't do this to me Y/N! I’m begging you » he pleaded.

You knew you had to get away for a bit of time, you didn’t knew if your relationship could hold after this full blown out but you’ll live. At least you hoped. You ran straight into Charlie’s room and packed your bags not meeting the boys gazed. They heard everything, and it pained you to have them involved in such a fight.

As soon as you slammed the door of the bedroom, the boys ran straight into the kitchen, they found Charlie on the barstool looking down at his hands, a single tear running down his cheek.

They didn’t knew what to say, are you okay seemed a bit insensitive after what they all heard. They took a sit next to him and pat his back. Sometimes a small gesture is worth a million words. Charlie knew that he will always has his friends, they were like family, but so was Y/N. But apparently not anymore.

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pinkjeanist · 4 years

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“just take care of yourself.” || fatgum

⇥ After his doctor tells Taishiro to slow his eating for his health, you start to sit with him while he eats. Talking becomes a good way to distract him, but it soon becomes his path to healing- and surprisingly, it does for you, too. [1.5k words]

a/n: this one has a lot of feelings. i just really love him. i also think it’s wild how this is the second fic i’ve written today. wack. this is another fic to add to the lofi collection, which i havent done much for recently, so it’s nice to get back to that!! [navigation] [just take care of yourself]

A lot of people didn’t realize just how much Taishiro had to eat to get all of his fat back after using it in a fight. Of course, he gained weight much faster than most, but one must also take into account that he’s eight-foot-two, and has to gain at least twice his minimum body weight if he wants to ensure that he has enough fat for his jobs to go well each and every time. But despite eating being one of the main components to his quirk, there always came a point where he just couldn’t eat more than he already had. His stomach was hyper-functioning, but not limitless.

You knew this, and you knew Taishiro did as well, but he’d always been a go-beyond-plus-ultra kind of guy, and put the public’s need for his quirk and heroship over his own well-being. This resulted in a lot of long nights with him bending over the toilet to throw up what he couldn’t keep down, and you giving him belly massages when it started acting up. But eventually, it got to the point where even his own doctor told him he needed to slow down, and take more time to eat instead of rushing back to duty.

This was very hard for him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ever completely understand why, but you were there for him nonetheless. Long nights turned into sleepless ones for him over his growing anxiety. The stomach pains came and went a little less than they had, but the dark clouds kept looming over him all the same.

At first, you weren’t sure if you should try to help him. Despite his outgoing and friendly nature, he was a rather independent person, and it just didn’t feel like your place to try to get him on the right track. So you started to spend more time with him while he ate, just to keep him company and make sure he was okay, instead of trying to do anything too direct.

Most of what Taishiro ate was fast food, since it was easy to gain fat with it and even faster to get his hands on. You couldn’t eat much of it, but he could eat it for hours if he went slow enough, so you ate a couple fries every now and again and spent the rest of your time at the table getting him to talk as to slow down his intake. It was sometimes hard to think of things to talk about, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working like a charm.

At first, it was mostly like the afterwork small-talk you usually made: “How was your day? Anything exciting? Whose asses did you kick? Is Amajiki doing okay? What do you mean Kirishima got his hand stuck in the printer?” And he was content talking about it. But after a few days, all of his answers were the same, seeing as not much had been changing. So you had to get creative.

“What’s your opinion on pineapple on pizza?”

“Absolutely delectable. Food of the Gods. Next question.” You chuckled to yourself and bit into one of the many sandwiches stacked on the table.

“What about pickles? I’ve never seen you eat those.”

“If you saw me eating pickles, that would be an evil clone of me. Pickles are detestable to mankind.” You laughed this time, and he smiled warmly at you before taking another bite of his sandwich. You silently pushed his drink towards him to remind him to wash it down after.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about a food you didn’t like except coconut.” You set your sandwich back down in the box and took a drink.

“Well, most stuff goes down easy, but I can’t stand coconut for the life of me. Pickles are even worse.”

“What else don’t you like, then?”

You spent the rest of that night talking about food until it made you feel more full than you were. For the first time in a while, he didn’t ask you to massage his belly and back, and you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to find him in the bathroom. But what made you happy the most, was that he seemed happier, too.

But after a while, you were finding deeper conversations making their way to the table (no pun intended) more often. One minute you’d be discussing things that should be recyclable, and the next you were talking about how useless you felt seeing all of those terrible landfills and the rising emissions and not being able to do much more about it than putting bottles and plastic in the right bin. And, on some of the nights that veered in that direction, you both started talking about things you didn’t have the time or guts to have said before.

“I think my quirk is gonna kill me one day, darlin’.” You paused in your eating, but his eyes remained downcast at his food. “This kind of eatin’ isn’t good for a regular person, and even with, uhm- how I am,” Taishiro loosely gestured to his body. “I don’t think it can take this much. Not in the long run, anyway.”

You’d considered it a few times before, but nothing had ever happened to cause real concern. The doctors never said anything. You were starting to realize that maybe they didn’t have to. Maybe it was something you should have seen before, something you should have realized a long time ago. Hearing him say it made your heart sink.

“I don’t like hearing you talk like that, honey. I don’t-” You gave a frustrated sigh, setting your food down and resting your arms on the table. “-I don’t like to think about...about not having you here.”

“I’m a hero, darlin’. I’m surprised you don’t think about it every day.” He was slow when he took a bite of his sandwich. He seemed distant, now.

“Do you?” He turned to you, stilling again. You swallowed. “Do you think about dying? Every day?”

He set his food down again. You could tell he probably wasn’t going to pick it back up for the night. “I think about what would happen if I left you all alone. What would happen to you if I were gone. Not so much thinkin’ about dyin’ as I do about you.”

You could feel your eyes grow wet. You could see emotion welling in his own, too. You didn’t think you’d cry that night when you sat down for dinner, but anything could always happen, you guessed.

The two of you started talking more about the future after that night. Death seemed a little too real, a little too close for comfort, so you talked like you could outlive it. You hadn’t considered marriage much before he brought up how much trouble he’d have to go through to find a dealer who could make a ring in his size. You hadn’t considered having children until he started talking about how cute all the babies and kids were on his patrol, and how good you’d look with one in your arms.

So you told him all the places you wanted to go one day, and where you might want to have a wedding. You discussed all the baby names you’d thought of, and which ones would fit a baby of what you thought your offspring would look like. You would want a girl named Honoka, Taishiro would want a girl named Sumiko. You both thought Mamoru was a good boy name, though.

You could see the progression of Taishiro’s health every time he gained weight, and you could also see the light grow brighter in his smiles. You could swim in his happiness when he laughed. You could feel his love for you in your bones every time he kissed you, or touched you, or when he whispered little nothings to you in the dark. He was becoming whole again, if you had ever known a time when he was completely there in the first place, and you could feel yourself growing with him.

His soft touches on the small of your back and on your cheeks made you feel more grounded. When you asked about his day, he responded in earnest, and you clung to every word. He pulled you back to Earth when you hadn’t even realized you were drifting away.

You hadn’t realized how unreal everything felt until you thought of what lay ahead, both for you and Taishiro. It was like you were close to graduating again, having to consider what you wanted with your life and where you’d go from there. You’d always thought getting married. You’d always thought about having kids. But you had never considered it- not genuinely, not when it was an option available to you. You could feel a change bubbling beneath your surface.

But you could see him changing, too. Even when you weren’t there to eat with him, you could tell he took his time with it. You could see him start to care about his own thoughts and needs as much as he cared about your’s. He started to feel whole to you, no matter whether he had fat on his bones or not, and you could tell he was starting to feel it, too.

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reeesea · 3 years

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Something Sweet: Part Seven

~sweet home~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: minsung, han jisung/lee minho

warning: mild language

words: 4.7k

summary: Home is where your bros at right? right.

a/n: I actually like this chapter, shocker. i hope you enjoy

ao3

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Minho stared at the video file sitting on his computer, on the familiar application site that had been haunting his mind for the past couple years. The debate he found himself in with himself on whether or not to submit another application, had become his default subject of thought for much of the past few weeks. All building up to right now. Something had tipped the scale though. Something that reminded him if he didn't submit an entry this year, that he might as well have given up on his one dream. His one goal. The only thing that had been keeping him motivated through university. So once again he found himself rationalizing, and knew that if anything he had to try, at least just one last time.

Upload complete, Thank you for your entry!

Minho sighed loudly. He had sent it in. The first part of the application. It was just a basic dance routine supplied by the academy. He had practice and recorded it all within one sitting. Having been a part of a dance crew for much of the past year had allowed him to quickly pick up choreography and perfect it. The other reason being that he wanted more than anything to get the overbearing presence of the audition tape out of his head space as soon as possible. A heavy sigh left his lips as he laid back down on the studio floor, not too long after a ping of his phone revived just enough for him to check his messages.

[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

2:50 pm

Minho-hyung!

I hope your day has been going well~

Sadly, no updates on when ill be free :/

They’re working us hard for the debut

It’s alright Ji, work hard!

You better be taking care of yourself tho...

4:03 pm (new)

Have you heard this song? Made me think of you :)

{link attached}

I hope you like it!!!!

Oh, no i havent

I’ll give it a listen ^-^

As of late it wasn’t uncommon for Jisung to send the older songs he thought he would like. Always saying some cheesy line that was so blatantly sweet it made Minho flustered everytime. This time of course was no exception.

Ping.

HYUNG THAT EMOJI

Asjdnjsfma

I knew I was rubbin goffon you

Kkkkk

Dont get too ahead of yourself

atleast I can still type coherent sentences

~goffon~

Boo :p

Why Jisung was so persistent about sending him songs was lost on the older, but it was a sweet reminder that someone was thinking about him. It had been a while since Minho had even imagined that someone took a few minutes of their day to actually consider how he was doing. It didn't quite make sense to him that suddenly out of nowhere, there was his boy, man, person, who purposefully took the time to dedicate brain cells to his existence. Wild.

Minho hurriedly clicked the link to the song that Jisung had sent. It was an upbeat song, with a strong but subtle strumming of a guitar to keep the song’s pace just quick enough to be comfortable. “There's no one else that could ever hold me like you do.” The lyrics were in the realm of positive longing and companionship, but the dips into minor chords and tone of the singer created a mood of desperation. More than anything, the song brought forth a story to Minho. One that he could see with his eyes close and feel his body wanting to move to.

A smile stretched across his face, as he rose from his spot on the floor, dusting off the dull ache and pressure in his shoulders from having just finished a routine not even 10 minutes ago.

“But I know that I'd be crazy, Not to wanna be the one to keep you up all night”

Woah there Jisung, at least take me out to dinner first. He made a mental note to tease the younger later about his “Made me think of you :)” line later. Already stretching and drawing a plan in his head, Minho took his phone and saved the song, pressing the repeat button twice, to allow the guitar chords and chorus harmonies to carry on endlessly. A smirk stretched into an excited smile. Not wanting to jinx himself, a shy “finally” was whispered in the back of Minho’s mind at the surge of inspiration, but not spoken aloud just yet.

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Flashing lights, heavy makeup, hot clothing, and too much fog from the smoke machine is all Jisung had thought about for the last couple hours. 3RAHCHA was in their last photo shoot for their debut. The concept photos would be released later through the week, slowly revealing the three members and their group as officially signed with JJP ent.

The multicolor lights had been running through his vision for so long that as soon as he walked into their Green Room, he had almost forgotten what color everything actually was. Looking in the mirror he saw the blonde highlighted streaks in his hair had settled nicely, slightly slicked back. The stylist had surely done their jobs well. Painting the three rappers up to look less like the nightcrawlers they were, and into something that leather and fishnet clad superstars might look like was definitely a challenge. Jisung had his makeup done just enough to give his eyes a smoky look to them, and grey contacts to emphasize his gaze. The ensemble he had on looked like something that had come straight from a catwalk. Fishnets crawling up his arms from his gloved hands and an asymmetrical shit he for sure would not have been able to put on without the help of his stylist-noona. All that plus some leather pants and combat boots, he definitely looked more like his persona J.One than the notorious hoodie clad couch potato named Jisung he usually found himself as.

Having just finished his own solo shoot, he signaled Changbin to head on to the set as he returned. The older nodded from his chair in front of the makeup station, as the artist finished the final touches to his eyeliner. Jisung watched as the shorter rapper walked out to the set in a white puffer jacket that he somehow pulled off, even with the bright red pants he wore. A part of Jisung was thankful his stylist hadn’t taken that many liberties with his outfit, but the makeup and outfit Changbin wore really only emphasized his intimidating stare and the wideness of his shoulders. It was undeniable that their concept photos would come out well.

Chan, who was seated on a couch, eating some of the provided sandwiches, was already hunched over his computer and mixing equipment again, airpods in. Probably working on tracks for their third comeback knowing him. Not wanting to jump right back into work Jisung snagged a few snacks from the buffet and found a chair he could lay on. Listening to music that wasn't work had become a rarity for Jisung in the years he had been with 3RACHA. Of course he always tried to stay on top of the recent pop and hip hop trends, but straying any farther than his trusty morning and workout playlists was more than unlikely.

Lately though, Jisung found himself looking through a lot of random indie, alternative, “western” pop, and especially dance music. The versatility of the genres was comforting to Jisung in the rather turbulent state his emotions and mental state have been in, as the debut approached. Also Minho. Meeting Minho definitely had introduced a whole new set of feelings Jisung was still working on navigating. As he listened to the different songs that populated this radio, he told himself he was just looking for some inspiration for his lyrics and 3RACHA’s new music, but even he knew that was mostly a lie.

Ever since that night at the bar with Minho he found himself always considering the older and what he would think of a song or how he would dance to it, or if he would even like it. After pointing out that he liked a particularly upbeat pop song with melancholic lyrics, during their impromptu karaoke session, Jisung had been delvinging into all related categories to find songs he thought the older might enjoy. He wanted more than anything to inspire his older companion? Partner? (that was a later Jisung question.) but he wanted to repay the man who had allowed him to get out of his creative slump. That night, as soon as the youngest rapper had returned to the 3RACHA “house” he felt the start of at least 5 separate tracks and choruses appear in his brain. His two hyungs jumped into action along with him as Jisung desperately tried to write and record everything that was jumping out of his brain at once.

Jisung remembered Chan’s smile and encouraging words as he fitted a few of his new verses to songs they had previously put on the shelf. After finding a particularly emotional but upbeat song he immediately wanted to send it to Minho. He always got hung up on what to say with the link. Other than the thought vomit that occurred every time he chooses to send him a potentially good song: “Found this song? U Like???” No Jisung, what are you five?? “I think you will enjoy this song. Please give it a listen? :0” No that just sounds desperate.

“You doing alright there Ji, I can hear you sighing through my earbuds?” Chan peeked out from under his styled bangs with a raised eyebrow, sending Jisung into a red embarrassed mess that he had been caught. He hoped his layers of foundation would cover it up.

“Yeah fine fine, don't worry. I’m FINE.” Attempting to hide Jisung curled up tighter into his arm chair. Just be casual Jisung it's a song not a marriage proposal dear god. “Have you heard this song? Made me think of you :)” Good, yes fine. Send.

Minho responded immediately and cutely with an emoji that made his heart jump a little. Minho would respond always with a variation of a “Thanks! I’ll go listen”, but Jisung had yet to receive any confirmation that the older actually enjoyed the links he sent, much less had found some inspiration in them. At this point the only thing he could do was hope. He wanted nothing more than Minho to be smiling because of him.

Officially exhausted, it wasn’t until late when the 3RACHA boys had finally made it back to their apartment. The day Jisung had, had been anything but short. Almost collapsing immediately on the couch. Sana notified them that she had already ordered food to be delivered for dinner and that they should go to bed as soon as they had finished eating. Chan looked like he was about to pass out on the couch before the food even arrived, which was more than likely at this point. After their shoot they were immediately sent to a few other meetings laying out their marketing and schedule plans for the upcoming weeks. Although glad they were able to part with their artistic and career decisions with their company, it did add a lot of work and responsibilities to the trio.

Jisung’s phone had died somewhere after meeting 3 of 5 and he had submitted to having to carry the lifeless brick with him anyway. Not ideal for his wandering mind and anxiety that comes with a few too many stressful meetings. Once finally arriving home he went and plugged his phone in at the charger on the kitchen counter. Lighting up with notification buzzes as it rebooted back to life.

[ 5 new messages from Lee Minho hyungie]

Immediately cursing himself internally for not bringing his charger with him, he opened his messages from Minho ignoring all others.

[Lee Minho hyungie]

5:45 pm

Hey Jisungie, just finished up practice!

Actually may or may not have danced to the song u sent…

Maybe I’ll show you some day hehehehehehehehe ;)

7:21 pm

Han Jisung, did you forget your charger again >:/

Well I’m off to my late shift, I hope you have a good night~

Jisung always found himself smiling at Minho’s before work texts. They were always so cute. Either some sort of sweet well wishing or some other Minho-esque goodbye, along the lines of “don’t die mysteriously while i'm gone ;p” or “Have a good night, try not to miss my WONDERFUL company too much <3”. (The hearts always made Jisung grin hard, even if they were sarcastic)

This night though, Jisung found him almost jumping in victory at Minho’s text.

[Lee Minho hyungie]

12:35 am

YOU DANCED TO THE SONG

Really?!?!?!

What did you like about it?

When can I see????

You better not leave me on read after work!

Jisung tried to imagine what kind of dance Minho would do to the track he sent,and suddenly found himself flush at the thought of watching the other dance. Somehow, watching Minho dance, felt more intimate than any other situation that they’ve shared. Thankfully Minho seemed to want to hold off, so at least of the time being Jisung’s heart was safe. The exhaustion and stress from the day faded ever so slightly as soon as he thought of Minho with coordinating blush to match.

Jisung you lovestruck fool.

“Jisung! Food’s here!!! If you don't hurry Chan’ll eat your portion again.”

“HEY! It was one time.” Laughter filled the apartment gently as they all respectively fought gravity to get up and make their way to collect the food from the delivery man.

---

Minho tore up the stairs and through their apartment door as quickly as he could without spilling the carry out food he had in his arms. The clock was ticking a little past midnight and fear set in that the older would miss their planned celebrations.

Bursting through the door, “Did I beat him?!” The oldest was frazzled from rushing in order to beat their third roommate home from work.

“Barely! I was afraid you wouldn’t make it, with having to bring the carry out.” Hyunjin’s sigh of relief was visible throughout the boy's now relaxed body. He had spent the last ten minutes hoping that they would still be able to pull off their surprise party for the youngest. Pacing around and failing to come up with any backup plans if Minho had been later than Felix. Thankfully for them both, Minho had a way of always being on time.

“Hey all that matters is I made it. Is everything else ready?” Looking around Minho could see that Hyunjin’s bed was transitioned back into the couch setting and that the floors had been tidied up. A couple stray balloons littered the floor as well as a home made “happy birthday felix” sign hung from their living room screen divider.

“Yep, I've just been waiting anxiously for you to get home for the past half hour.”

The door handle of their apartment began to jiggle, signaling the two boys to spring into action. Minho setting down the carry out, and Hyunjin frantically lights candles on the small cake on the coffee table. The door swung open, revealing a disheveled after-work Felix wandering through the door. As soon as the boy turned toward their living room, he was accosted with shouts and the flailing limbs of his hyungs.

“Surprise!!!” “Happy Birthday!!!”

Felix’s smile erased any of the signs of exhaustion off his face immediately as soon as he spotted his hyungs excited expressions. The cake, the streamers, the balloons, and sign all sparked some joyful tearing of his eyes as he set down his things and made his way to the small cake with a few random lit candles on top. The clock had crossed over into the next day as Felix had made his way home, that he had almost forgotten that it was now technically the early morning hours of his birthday. Coming home to joyful cheers instead of their usual exhausted silence had given him a certain happiness that he hadn’t realized he was missing.

For all of three of the roommates this was their first time having a celebration in their small home together. By now the sense of home was undeniable and without realizing it all of them had begun to consider each other and their shared 3 room apartment, home.

The disjointed singing of happy birthday followed by the laughter and conversation surrounded their coffee table as the three enjoyed their small carryout feast and cake. The warmth that their company gave each other lasted well into the night.

“Hyung! It's my birthday, stop eating all the cake!!!”

“I have no idea what youre talking about Lixie.” Minho says while actively taking another bite of their 2 person sized cake.

“Hyung!” The laughter of the oldest filled the room followed by the other two’s not too long after.

“Happy Birthday Lixie~” The smile hadn’t left the freckled boys faces since he had sat down, and remained as he pulled his two roommates into a forceful hug. It was his birthday so the boys both submitted to the clingy nature of their third roommate, as always.

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It was late into the early morning by the time Minho had checked his phone.

[ 5 new messages from Rich Boy Han Jisung]

A soft pang of guilt hits his chest after reading the younger’s texts and realizing that he did in fact leave the other on read for the better part of the last two hours.

2:43 am

I’m so sorry Sungie!

We were celebrating Felix’s birthday, and I didnt check my phone….

Look at the cute cake we got him!

{photo attached}

Minho sent the selfie of the three of them with Felix’s cake, if anything just to lessen the guilt in his chest. Hoping that the cuteness of Felix’s smile would be enough to forgive him for low key ghosting him for a few hours. Minho knows that on the days Jisung has the most schedules are the hardest for him mentally, and he always tries his best to be there for him and send him a message or two to lessen the load on those nights. The fact that he hadn’t been there tonight filled him with some worry. A part of him hoped that the younger would’ve been asleep by now but their late night track record did not exactly support that.

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Jisung had been lying painfully awake in his bed for an hour when he heard the buzz of his phone. Slightly upset with his body for not giving into the exhaustion he had gathered from the day, and just letting him sleep, he turned to the side table to check the messages. Awake fully ,but only mentally half conscious, he read through his messages:

Minho. Oh, yay, it's Minho.

Felix’s Birthday. Oh right he had mentioned that coming up.

Cute cake. Aw that cake is really cute… wait.

Birthday.

I have one of those, around this time to-

I missed my birthday. I forgot my birthday. Everyone forgot.

The cute picture Minho had sent was so filled with happiness that Jisung almost let the pain slide and pass the moment by. But something just didn't feel right in letting himself forget his own birthday. The fact that the others hadn’t remembered didn’t bother him too much. Chan, Changbin, they were all busy with schedules and he can't blame them. Especially since he, himself had forgotten. No birthday text from his family either. Unsurprising though since he rarely got in contact with them since moving to Korea in high school. He forgot though.

He wasn’t quite sure why this was bothering him so much. Some people don't even celebrate their birthday, or remember how old they are, but Jisung had always prided himself on never letting his work take over entirely who he was. To exhausted-Jisung, he couldn’t help but feel like this was one step toward losing the grip on who he was, and that was in itself, terrifying.

The coldness of his bed and the dark expanse of his room seemed to only perpetuate the way Jisung felt. Floating, alone, lost. His insecurity was starting to come into focus, and no wonder it had been keeping him up. He had been spiraling for days probably, without even knowing it. The buzz of his phone lit up his face, snapping him out of his own thoughts for a moment.

[Lee Minho hyungie]

2:50 pm

You okay Jisung?

I hope I didn't wake you

Jisung noticed that the app had revealed that he had read the messages and was indeed awake. Unfortunately, exhausted-and--spirling-Jisung was the only one present enough to send a response. Hopefully Minho wouldn’t mind him too much.

You didn’t wake me, was already up :/

It looks really fun hyung

I just realized something too

My birthday was yesterday

I forgot it

Jisung found himself fighting the watering of his eyes as he sent those messages. Why was he crying? He just forgot, he was busy. It was okay. Right? The tears seemed to only cloud his vision more, blocking him from reading the messages from Minho that were buzzing and populating the screen. Not bothering to wipe his eyes, he let them blurr.

Wh- do you- mea- ???

Jis--ng ar- y-- ok--?

I-- sorry i- di-nt -----

---- wa-t --- ca-l?

--sung?

A few moments passed, without him realizing it, as his phone buzzed some more, screen changing to the incoming call screen. Sucking up his tears and drying his damp screen, it took a few tries before answering the call.

---

“Jisung!?” Jisung nearly flinched, just nearly.

“Hi hyung, How was work?” hoping to cover up his tears by changing the subject. Jisung thought it was a pretty good attempt.

“How wa- what, no. Jisung are you okay?” There it was again. The undeniable worry in Minho’s voice. Ow.

“Yeah I’m okay.” Despite Jisung’s efforts it was obvious to Minho that the other had in fact been crying. Not wanting to push the younger though, he allowed him to change the subject

“.... okay, I just want to check in on you. I worry you know, Sung!”

“About me? that's silly hyung.” The distance in his tone replaced Jisung’s usual brightness, and it hurt Minho to hear it.

“I don't think so. How am I to know what my favorite customer is up to? You may be a soon to be rap star but that doesn’t keep you from ignoring your hyung.” Even though Jisung giggled at that, the irony of the statement wasn’t lost on Minho. A wave of guilt washed over his chest as soon as he said it.

“I am sorry though. For not answering sooner and everything.”

And for reminding you of your birthday, and making you cry, and not being there to make you smile.

“No don’t be sorry! That’ll only make me feel worse for bothering you… I think the exhaustion was just making me delirious, I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights.” Minho had to fight his initial protective instincts that told him to scold the younger for not taking care of himself, because a part of him knew that the younger was certainly trying his best to do so.

“Well if you can’t sleep ever, just call me okay? I’m usually up from my shifts anyway. Plus if I'm not up surely one of my roommates is. Felix will probably never let go of you once he finds your birthday brothers." Hearing Minho's laugh lightened the tight pressure that Jisung hadn't realized had been settled in his chest.

"Okay hyung, i'd like that I think."

"You better. My time rarely comes free, and this is a limited time offer." Jisung’s laugh is a little bit more enthusiastic this time.

“Of course hyung.” A silence came over them for a moment. Not an awkward one, more of a point of realization and relief. Like the feeling after having a good cry, in Jisung’s case.

“Happy belated birthday Jisung.”

“Thanks hyung… Did you have a fun time with Felix?”

“Yeah! It was actually a lot of fun. Just some carry out and cake after work, but it was good to relax with them. We don't always have free time together, and haven’t had the chance to celebrate anything until now. Hyunnie luckily found a cake on sale at the mart today, sparking this whole thing.”

Minho remembered the frantic call from the younger as he delved into his plans for giving Felix the “perfect surprise birthday celebration” because he had “found the perfect cake to match Felix’s cuteness.” It was on sale. Also because “Come on Min-hyung Felix would absolutely do the same for us.” Explaining the situation to Jisung really did solidify the fact that Minho knew Felix, would in fact, plan some adorable birthday celebration for the older two if given the opportunity.

“What would you guys have done if he hadn't found the cake?”

“I’m not sure maybe it would’ve just been a carry-out celebration.”

“Still sounds really nice hyungie. You and your roommates seem so close.”

“I suppose shared rent does that to people.” Minho laughed it off but he had begun to cherish the brotherly bond that had grown between his roommates.

Not having ever considered it before, the fact that the roommates were only able to buy a cake because it happened to be on sale, revealed to Jisung that their financial situations may have been farther apart than he realized. Money had never been a barrier that Jisung had to face, always having family (or honestly Changbin) help pay for his living and pursuit of his dreams. Sure he’s had part time jobs in the past but he never found himself worrying about not making enough each month. Not going to university definitely was a large factor in maintaining his “affordable” lifestyle.

“It's nice you do things for each other. I can't remember the last time my hyungs and I have done something together that didn't have to do with our music.” Jisung started to feel some sort of jealousy at the closeness that Minho and his roommate had found in each other. Financial guilt and emotional jealousy are a strange combination for a half conscious Jisung to say the least.

“Are those fools not taking care of my Sung properly? Illegal, tell them to call me I have to yell at them too. They better not be working you too hard.”

‘My Sung’ Jisung almost choked. Almost.

“Nonono Hyung! They take care of me fine, we're all just exhausted with work.”

“Hmmmm okay they get a pass this time, but please relay my threat.”

“Okay okay I will.”

“You should probably get some rest soon. You're busy tomorrow right?”

Jisung yawned in response, which was enough convincing for Minho that he needed to rest.

“Okay looks like it's sleepy time for hardworking Jisung~”

“Wait hyung!” Jisung wasn’t quite ready to sleep yet, even though his body was actively fighting him.

“Yes belated birthday boy?”

“Thank you for not letting me be a sad gremlin all night. It would've been nice to have spent my birthday with you, but you still made me feel better.”

The musings of sleepy Jisung were just about enough to let the fondness burst from Minho’s chest. As much as he continues to hide it, the fondness still seeps into his voice, “Of course, Jisung we always have next year.” A promise he wasn’t sure he could keep but Jisung always made him want to try new things.

“Next year?” The sleepiness had definitely taken over, making his voice much softer than his usual bright edge.

“Yes next year... Goodnight Sungie, call me back if you can't sleep okay.”

“Mmkay, G’night hyungie.” Already half asleep by the time he hung up, Minho was glad that the younger was finally able to rest. Glancing at his roommates huddled together on the couch already drifting off, Minho accepted that it was his turn to finally rest knowing that all his younger companions were all safely sleeping. Hyung instincts he supposes.

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#skz au #skz fic #stray kids au #stray kids fic #lee minho #han jisung #minsung #leeknow #skz lee know #skz han #stray kids #lee felix #hwang hyunjin

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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I finally got to go to work at my new site! And I really like it! But today felt like a really long day. I havent worked 7 hours in a row for a while. So I am pretty tired.

I had a really hard time last night. I was really emotional and I didnt feel good still. I cried a bunch and I just felt really dumb for feeling so sad for no reason. So sleep did not come easy.

But I woke up in a better mood. It was a very grey day. And as I was getting washed up and dressed it started snowing again.

The apartment was incredibly hot. The heaters worked to well today. But it was cold outside. I had to leave here really early to go get fingerprinted and I was nervous about driving. And while I feel a lot better, my cough has gotten more annoying. Its just like a tickle that happens in the back of my throat and its very embarrassing because there is a pandemic happening around a cough!! So I try to keep it in and then I choke and sound insane. But I got washed up and dressed and said goodbye to James and sweetP and off I went into the wet world.

The snow was very pretty. But still a little scary to be out in. It was mostly just wet though. I got to the finger printing place and had trouble finding the front door but I did it and helped the uber eats guy find the door too. We were both confused.

The girl who did my prints was very nice and it was nice talking to her. I didnt have to pay because it was for the Y so that was cool. And it was a quick process. And soon enough I was back out into the snow. Wishing I had a hat and different shoes.

I went home and it was still early. I dont love starting work at 11. As it cuts into my art and lazy morning time. But It was only 930. So I had breakfast and watched a video. I worked on a new loom. And listened to James lead their very first substitute teaching class! It was super cute hearing them talking to the kids and I just felt all proud and bubbly about it.

I wish I could have stayed and listen longer. But soon enough it was time to walk to my new job.

And it wasnt a bad walk. I brought an umbrella, as the snow was wet and heavy. It would soon turn to ice and rain though so the site stayed open. All good. It is actually a really easy walk. And it turned out when I got lost the other day I was only one street over. I dont know how I had gotten lost but I made it there with no trouble at all.

I got inside and they showed me where the academic support area was. And I got to meet the people Ive been texting with and everyone was so nice! I had a really nice day actually! Its a much smaller group, closer to my PAL location. And there were even a few kids from my last site there! So that was a nice surprise.

I had to do some waiting and while I did I ended up buying a chair on Instagram from a local antique store and its super strange. It's a dressing chair and James is gonna pick it up for me tomorrow. I'm very excited.

I spent the first hour getting acclimated and showed around. Signing things and filling out paperwork. I was a little annoyed because all the paperwork I had gotten together and printed for the last site somehow got lost again and because I dont have access to it on my phone or tablet I would have to wait until I got home to sort it out so that was dragging on me. But honestly. It was a great time.

The kids are sweet. But it was a long day and filling in that time was hard. Especially because I was feeling a little run down. I did get to lead a art project and that was a great way to introduce myself. This site lets the kids watch some movies during lunch and pick up time. And we did multiple little projects in the afternoon and went to the gyms to run around. We had peaches and cheez its for a snack and I really enjoyed the peaches. I should buy peaches more.

I really like my coworkers though so thats pretty great. The one is a woman and Im only with her for the first hour, but she seems nice. The other I am with for most of the day and he made me feel really cool but it was also because he seemed really cool. And I hope we can work together well. We brainstormed some art projects and other project ideas. And he's much more into the physical stuff then me so it was fun to watch him come up with games and things in the gym. I played catch with some girls. I did try to do the lead stretching he had but I got a crazy charlie horse in my side that scared me so I stopped after the first couple stretches. I dont know what happened but I hope it doesnt happen again.

The end of the day I was just cleaning and making plans for tomorrows project. Im going to try to get them to sew. Well see how it goes. But I have a good feeling. Its a young group but not to immature. I think it will be good.

I was happy to go home though when the last kid got picked up. My new coworkers are a little nervous about me walking home which is very sweet of them. But the sun was still out and there were lots of street lights. And I was home quick.

James had put together snacks for me so I wouldnt get an upset belly while waiting for dinner. I got the best partner. We had little pizzas for dinner. And as we were cleaning up got a frantic call that apparently a pipe from our apartment was leaking into the girls below us. Aw man. So it was a frantic figure out where that water was coming from and James figured out it was coming from the sink. So we had to turn the water off there whille I ran downstairs to talk to our neighbors and get some duct tape. Mr Will is going to come in the morning to check it out. But water damage is my nightmare so I was a little unsettled.

Once we got it sorted out things felt okay. I went and did some organizing in my studio. Worked on some art. And now I am on the couch being sad about my mouth hurting but also just enjoying listening to James play monster of the week with their friends and weaving a beautiful story and it just makes me laugh and its great.

Now I am going to wash up and get in bed. I hope its an easy sleep. For you as well. Goodnight everyone! Be safe out there.

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wolferals · 4 years

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🌼PRETTY BOY🌼

arón piper preference

-„will you go out with me?" the curly haired boy asked you

-your friends were right behind you and you could hear them laugh at you two

-you turned around and shushed them

-the guys name was arón, a rather unpopular guy in your school

-he had talked to you a couple of times but your friends kept making fun of him for not being „hot" as they said

-he wasnt ugly either, he just didnt seem the type of guy you'd like. Looks wise and personality wise.

-he was super shy and you were popular in school

-you then turned back around to face him and then said:"i'll be leaving for my studies abroad next week. After the graduation i mean. Im sorry. But maybe when i come back?"

-he just nodded at you

-„okay." he looked pretty sad but all you did was tell the truth

-you were going to leave to Canada in less than 7 days

-but by telling him you'd date him once you came back, you were hoping he'd forget about you

-„okay have a great year then. See you at the graduation y/n." he smiled and then left

-your friends came over to you and bursted out laughing

-„so got yourself a boyfriend there?" your friend Emilia grinned

-„stop he's nice." you spoke

-„right." she laughed and put her arm around you

-„alright lets get some sushi."

*1 year later*

-you had come home from Canada 2 weeks ago and were currently in your room getting ready to meet your friends again

-since they had all been busy with their jobs or studies it took you two full weeks to all get back together

-it was around 3:30 when you walked into the coffee shop

-you spotted your friends right away and ran up to them

-„guys!" you smiled and hugged all of them

-„ohh y/n its so good to have you back! How was it girl?"

-you sat down and started telling them some stories that you didnt feel like telling them over the phone

-„man that sounds so good! My years been shit, my boss is an asshole. But at least I can afford my own coffee now." Julia joked

-„that sucks!" you exclaimed and kept talking to them about your guys' past year you havent spent together

-when the waitress approached your table you guys ordered your drinks and some muffins

-„so what about this Joey guy you met there?" Emma asked you all excited

-you laughed and then replied:"well he was a good guy and all but i met him a month ago and obviously i knew i was going to leave so we just hung out as friends."

-Julia leaned back and spoke:"girl come on. Judging from the picture you've sent me he was so your type."

-„yeah he was really cute but i dont want a long-distance relationship."

-your friends then kept ranting about how you shouldve shot your shot with Joey but you just rolled your eyes at them

-your friends didnt really change much but you learned a lot while you were gone

-personality wise

-you had met some real assholes at your school and realized that how some of your friends treated people was absolutely disgusting

-and that looks aren't everything

-and look wise as well

-from long (your hair color) hair you went to shoulder long hair with curtain bangs

-and your style went from „cute girly girl" to long coats, boots and turtlenecks

-comparing yourself to your friends right now you kind of figured out that you grew a lot over the last year

-you acted like a grownup now but your friends still acted like those highschool girls from back then

-„where are you going?" emma asked you when you got up

-„bathroom, be right back."

-you walked through the coffee shop to the bathroom when you suddenly heard your name

-„y/n?"

-you turned around to the guy who was sitting at a coffee table with his macbook

-„hey?" you asked not knowing why he knew your name

-„how are you?" the guy got up and smiled at you

-„im good how are you?" you asked trying to hide your confusion

-„how was canada?" he replied and looked you up and down

-„how do you know about canada?" you laughed

-he laughed as well and eventually spoke:"well you told me before the graduation, remember?"

-„arón?" you asked in shock

-he got taller

-and he was tan

-and his hair was shorter, sides trimmed, still curly hair though

-and he got really broad shoulders and a toned chest as far as you could judge through his shirt

-„yeah hi." he smiled

-„oh wow hey!"

-he invited you to sit with him but you excused yourself to go to the bathroom

-after you were done you went up to him again and said:"do you mind giving me your number so i can text you tomorrow? Im here with my friends, its our first time hanging out after i came back."

-he smiled at you and said:"of course sure, dont worry. Text me when you're free no?"

-you smiled back as he gave you his number

-„come here y/n." he said as you wanted to leave

-he pulled you into a tight hug

-it felt good for some reason

-he smelled good

-„was great seeing you again." he called after you

-you smiled back at him and walked back to your friends

-„who was that hottie?“ emma grinned as you sat down again

-„arón. The guy who kept asking me out last year.“

-„no way!“ julia basically screamed, making everyone look at her

-„damn he got hot.“ emma spoke and looked at him

-„maybe ill shoot my shot.“

-you looked at her in disbelief

-„you kept calling him a loser all the time.“ you said slightly pissed off

-„ya i know but i didnt know he‘d be so hot one day.“

-you couldn’t believe it

-„wow. Shallow much huh?“

-they all looked at you as if you had just confessed a murder

-„guys thats so rude. I just didnt go out with him because of Canada. But now he‘s „hot“ and suddenly you want to date him? Thats sad.“

-they still all stared at you

-„what‘s your problem y/n? I mean he‘s smokin look at him.“

-„i cant believe you guys. Grow up.“

-you grabbed your coffee and walked over to arón again

-„hey.“ you said and sat down

-he smiled at first but then saw your concerned face

-„you okay?“

-you nodded and then said:“ya im great. So, remember how i told you i‘d go out with you when i come back?“

-he laughed and replied:“Yeah but i figured you just said that to get rid of me. I mean you and your friends were always laughing at me.“

-your eyes widened

-„i never laughed. They did because apparently they‘re immature as hell. But no i actually meant it.“

-arón smiled and just looked into your eyes

-you‘ve never taken your time to appreciate his eyes

-they were golden brown

-really pretty

-and you noticed how his face got more structured and he had gotten rid of his slight acne he had last year

-his skin was really smooth

-puberty hit him like a truck

-„so okay. Do you want to go out with me?“ he asked after a while of silence and just intense staring

-you leaned back, looked him up and down and replied:“no sorry, i have a date with this guy back from school.“

-„oh.“ he just said

-obviously you meant him

-„have fun then.“ he spoke and looked down at his laptop

-you started laughing at how he didnt get it

-„bro its you.“

-he looked at you for a little until he started smiling widely, showing off his little toothgap

-you never noticed it before

-and youve never seen him smile like this (picture shown above)

-„okay then. Tomorrow at 8?“

#elite #cute #preference #aronpiper #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences

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twriteskpop · 4 years

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Adrenaline // Jeon Jungkook AU pt 2

Warnings: marijuana use, sexual harassment

Word count: 3k+

The park was 20 minutes away from her apartment complex, which meant that she had no time to go up to her apartment and change first. She shifted into reverse and made her way to the park.

The park was mostly empty during the summer time, so it was no surprise to her that only a few cars were parked by the water. She found a parking space on the other side of the lot, and brought out her phone.

Here. Yellow VW Beatle

She watched as a child threw bread crumbs at a duck in the pond. Something Floridian children did often. The ducks aren't supposed to be fed, but it's like a right of passage in Florida. The little girl was dressed in a cute denim dress, matching hat as well. Her mother was knelt beside her, keeping a hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn't fall in. The girl threw the bread crumbs happily to the ducks, pointing at the ones eating. It was such an innocent moment between mother and daughter. One Delilah never had but witnessed too often.

Her thoughts were broke by a knock on the passenger side window. She looked through the window to see a person holding their phone to the glass. It was the text thread. This was Clarissa's dealer. She unlocked the door and the man got in. He was nothing she expected. He was handsome. He had on blue jeans and a long black shirt. His hair was slightly covering his face. When he turned to her, she couldn't help but feel a butterfly in her stomach. He was extremely handsome. His nose was predimanent, his eyes sweet but focused on the task at hand. His skin was clear and smooth and he was somehow cute but hot all at once.

Her thoughts were, thankfully, by him putting his hand out for her to shake. "I'm Jungkook. You're Clarissa and Bennett's friend?" He asked, a kind tone in his soft voice. Delilah nodded once, pulling her wallet out. She had never been infatuated with anyone before, but the looks alone this man had was effecting her train of thought. Sure, she had boyfriends but they were pity dates she had with them. She had never felt physically attracted to anyone before, so this sudden nervousness made her uneasy.

"my name is Delilah. Sorry I was late, I was getting off of work," She explained turning to him. He raised his brow and half smirked, "you work at one of the theme parks?" Delilah looked down at her uniform and instantly felt embarrassed. "Sadly, no. I work at Timmy's 50's, " She explained, adding some annoyance to the diner name. It was cheesy and showed how self centered her boss was. He chuckled and nodded, "interesting. Anyways, what will it be?" She thought back to the strain she used to go off of, even though she never really paid much attention. Whatever she could get before she smoked, regardless. However she did remember friend in high school was regular on indica strains called… "9 pound hammer, or grape ape?" She asked. He smirked flicking a brow up high, smirking at her, "good taste. I have grape ape right now. Usually it's pretty random, for future reference. You're in luck. It's 20 a G. " Delilah pulled out her purse and pulled a 20 dollar bill out of her phone case, it had the smell of maple syrup on it because it was a tip from a messy table with kids that same day. She passed it to Jungkook, trying not to look into his deep brown eyes too long.

They exchanged the money for a dime bag of the green, with slight purple specs, substance. He placed the money in his wallet and placed his hand on the handle of the car door. He paused, turned to look at her with a cute, bunny-like smile, and stated, "it was a pleasure, Delilah. I hope we meet again soon." As quickly as he entered her car, he was gone.

His scent was of sweet Cologne, definitely something expensive by how it wasn't too strong to notice at first, but lingered like a ghost.

She placed the dime bag into her purse and drove back to her apartment. She couldn't help but think about the way Jungkook had left butterflies in her stomach. Who knows, it could just be nerves from the sale after so long of quitting. Yeah, that's exactly what Delilah insisted on as she made her way into her apartment and into a hot shower, washing the diner smells away along with the phantom touches left from Tims daily harassment.

When she exited the shower, sliding on her denim shorts and baggy T-shirt, she remembered something crucial to her dire need to forget her thoughts, she hadn't had a grinder or anything to smoke from. Sure, she could create a soda can bowl, if she hadn't given up soda her first year of college.

Thankfully, she felt relieved to see she had one wrapped cookie left from Clarissa the night prior. As she unwrapped the single cookie and placed it on a napkin, and then into the microwave, she texted Clarissa.

So, met Jungkook. Problem arises, nothing to grind or smoke with. 😪

Seconds later the buzzing started in her phone. Clarissa had been calling her.

Clarissa was laughing and cheerful, per usual, “D! Come over! I have plenty of old pieces you can take. Smoke with us tonight. We have been wanting to smoke with you for a while, but loved hanging out with you without smoking too. You’re our closest friend!” She continued to ramble on, “Anyways, movie night. Going to smoke and watch… something. We still havent decided, come over!” Before Delilah could protest, there was more laughter and the phone hung up. She huffed out a sigh.

She hadn’t...smoked in so long. The night prior it was an edible. She had been alone. Was she ready to smoke with other people around again? She was always introverted, until she smoked. She shrugged the thought off, thinking too much. She would at least smoke for free and have a cookie and two grams left at home.

She slipped on her white adidas and walked over to Clarissa's place, not bothering to knock, they asked her not to many times because she was like family. The familiar smell of weed hit her like a snack in the face. It was strong and the foggy smoke was rolling out the door behind her.

Clarissa was rushing to the door, a smile plastered on her round face. She gripped Delilah's wrist and pulled her happily to the living room. There were three people in the living room, lounging on the couch and flipping through Netflix. One, Bennet a largely buff man with pale white skin and bald head, but friendly face, was arguing with the two other men. Delilah's eyes landed on Jungkook. He was wearing the same clothes from earlier that day, a smile plastered on his face, making his nose crinkle in a cute bunny-like way. He had been telling Bennet to pick a better movie than the kissing booth. Bennet may look frighteningly intimidating but he was just a big teddy bear. The other face was unfamiliar. It was another man of Asian decent with bleached blonde hair and dimples when he smiled. His eyes were slightly hooded, but it made his stare seductive.

"So I heard you met Jungkook earlier but this is RM, another one of our friends. Follow me to the room, I have a whole set you can keep. Had it for years but you can clean them," Clarissa stood taller than Delilah but she was in an excited, bent-knee type position while talking. It looked as though Clarissa had been waiting for this moment. As if it were the missing puzzle piece to Delilah's personality. In the moment, it slightly burned her soul, but she brushed it off, as she did most hurtful things.

Clarissa had a small cardboard box on her red blanketed bed, the contents inside were like a smoker starter kit. A silver grinder with a rhinestone galaxy as the lid, a beautiful glass blown chillum, bowl, a tray and a palm tree bong. Every one of the contents looked warn but the thought was extreme. "I'll venmo you $100 for this. It's too sweet," Delilah wrapped her arm around her friend in a side hug. Clarissa smacked Delilahs arm, leaving a stinging sensation, "don't you dare. You're family." Clarissa turned around and made her way back to the living room. Delilah pulled out her phone and opened the venmo app, paying Clarissa, before following behind. Delilah placed the cardboard shoe box of stuff on the counter and reached for a water in the fridge.

"Titanic? What are you a woman?" RM had snatched the remote from Bennet, laughing. Clarissa had been seated next to Bennet, snuggled under his arm, passing the blunt to Jungkook. lunt to RM who was sitting beside the couple on the small, three person couch. On the two seater, Jungkook was sitting with his elbows on his knees, staring up at Delilah. That feeling in her stomach soon returned. She turned her attention to the bean bag in the corner, it was either sitting closely to Jungkook, or on the bean bag. She pulled the bean bag to a spot between the tv and the couch, plopping herself down comfortably. “Can we just pick a movie?” Clarissa snatched the remote from RM. She flipped on a random movie. Delilah giggled when the movie began, seeing the title name. “Of all the movies Clarissa, you had to pick the one based in Orlando?” Delilah laughed, throwing a pillow at Clarissa. Bennet blocked it from hitting her. “I’m a sucker for bring it on movies and this is the only one on netflix,” Clarissa retorted. Delilah face palmed internally. She had been a cheerleader most of her life, competition cheer as well. Mostly on fundraisers because her family had been critically homeless most of her life. Bring it On movies were her guilty pleasure, she was glad clarissa felt the same way.

“is this one of those cheerleader films? Oh Lord," Bennet placed his hand on his face and took the blunt from RM, "I think we are all going to need a ton of this. She likes to act these cheers out." The room started laughing, but Clarissa lifted a perfectly sculpted brow at Delilah, "yeah laugh all you want but I think our girl D knows this movie just like I do. How'd you know this one was based in our city?" Delilah could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. She was embarrassed. She was not sure if she wanted everyone knowing her past. Clarissa and Bennet knew, but she hadn’t known the other two men enough. So, she flicked her brow up and winked, not saying anything.

The blunt was now in jungkooks hand, he took two long puffs and passed it to Delilah. Before she could reach for it, Bennet stopped Jungkook, "she doesn't smoke. Sorry D, he didn't know." Delilah and Clarissa both began giggling like a set of school girls with a secret. "I did say that she met our boy JK earlier. I wanted to see the look on your face when you found out, " Clarissa laughed. Jungkook passed Delilah the blunt but it was down to the last hit. She held it in her hand, staring down at it. Everyone was busy laughing atBennets cluelessness, so they hadn't noticed that Delilah was trying to decide if she really wanted to take that nose dive back into the cycle. She made a promise she wouldn't do it again. Maybe she could alter that promise. She loved being able to sleep the night prior. Not thinking too hard. Maybe she could have the best of both worlds. Just make responsible decisions while getting rid of the bomb of memories in her mind. That is exactly what she-

"Delilah?" Jungkook had broken her train of thought, he had done that many times in one day. She felt the pain instantly and placed it in the ash tray. She had burnt the tip of her pointer finger and thumb. The blunt had burned out. She rubbed the burn on her shirt and it had only stung for a second. "How about you guys spark up a bowl while I help Delilah with the burn, " Jungkook stood up, gripping her wrist, pulling her up before she could protest. She didn't like people treating her like she was weak. It was just a small burn. The sting did linger as they walked through the kitchen archway. He opened the fridge and pulled out the tub of butter, scooping a tiny bit with a spoon and forcefully putting it on her fingers. "I'm fine. Thank you. It's just a small burn," Delilah turned the butter with the two fingers as jungkook washed the spoon. "You looked lost. Bennet said you don't smoke? Is this your first time?" Jungkook leaned against the counter, a palm of each hand supporting him.

"Because a first timer could handle the strains I asked for, let alone know the names?" She laughed sarcastically lifting a brow at the beautiful man. He let out a chuckle and nodded, "fair point. So what was getting to you?" She hasn't wanted to tell him her whole life story, as he was a complete stranger. However, the look in his eye showed a sense of caring. His eyes had a glass like glisten and they wandered the depths of her soul they were staring so hard into hers. She felt that feeling in her stomach and she had to force herself to look to the fridge. She kept it short and simple, "I quit about 14 months ago when I moved here. My decisions weren't always…. Thought out. Now I think too much so today… " He took a step forward and placed his hand on her mid back, the feeling in her stomach intensified. He turned her around and slightly pushed her from the kitchen archway, moved around her, looked back to whisper, "I'll watch over you. You're with friends now. If you want to be?" She nodded and they made their way back to the living room. She sat back down on the bean bag chair and thought briefly about the effect that sentence had on her. Of course she'd want to be his friend after that. Even RM seemed cool. If Bennet and Clarissa were close with these two, she trusted their opinions more than anyone. So she decided to let herself go.

Clarissa had hit play on the movie and just as Bennet said, began reciting the beginning. The blue, glassblown pipe went around the living room and made it to Delilah, who no longer hesitated. She took the lighter and pressed the bowl against her lips, warm to the touch. She went to light the lighter, but the tip of her thumb was burnt and made her feel like a hot knife cut into her. "Fuck! " She exclaimed, shaking her hand. Jungkook got up from his spot on the couch and sat on the floor next to her. He reached for the lighter and motioned for her to press the bowl back to her mouth. After a slight moment of hesitation, she did so. He carefully lit the lighter and held it against the green packed substance in the bowl of the pipe. She breathed in, letting the smoke slowly warm her lungs, until she couldn't take it and tapped jungkooks hand with her free one. She cleared the pipe and held in the smoke. She could feel slightly more relaxed and her body became weightless in a sense. She was no longer nervous that jungkook was so close to her. She passed the bowl to Bennet who was next and firSt in the rotation. She turned, thanked jungkook. "I told you I'd watch out for you." He winked, making her heart flutter as if a whole tree shook off its fall leaves in preparation for winter, but in her heart. The effect he had on her showed, she wasn't a light weight so she still had thought about that fact.

Clarissa stood up and began doing the pool cheer off cheer. Her form waoff and she was making everyone laugh and clap at the same time. She made the movie entertaining even for the guys and it had just begun. "Delilah… you know the movie? Explain why you're laughing and not here doing it with me?" Clarissa paused the movie, taking her hit as she stood next to the tv in the large living room. Bennet let out a loud cackle, "okay rissa, maybe not everyone watches it a billion times?" The other two guys laughed.

The overall environment was comfortable and welcoming, and with the help of medicating, she felt comfortable enough with her friends to finally admit one thing about her life. Sure, Clarissa and Bennet already knew most of the dark stuff that happened to Delilah in her past, but they hadn't known she used to cheer.

"Your form is off," Delilah laughed. Clarissa flicked her brow up, "what do you know about form? I cheered all four years of high school!" Delilah nodded, "fair enough. Try… cheer competition squads since the age of 3, working through fundraisers to pay her dues to stay on the squad." Clarissa opened her mouth widely smiling, "no way! Girl, you HAVE TO DO THE CHEERS WITH ME! " she squealed in a high pitched voice. The guys in the room all agreed and took turns pleading at Delilah. They saw it as entertainment. Delilah shook her head. She wasn't sure she wanted to be that vulnerable just yet.

"If you do this, RM, Bennet and I will do one cheer of choice," Jungkook pleaded, gripping Delilah's arm gently pulling at her like a child. She huffed out a sigh, how could she pass that up? "Fine, hand me the bowl. I'm too sober to do this, " She threw the lighter to jungkook who quickly lit the bowl for her. After a second of letting the medication kick in, she felt loose in body, mind, and soul. She pushed herself up off the bean bag chair and stood next to Clarissa after kicking her shoes to the corner. Thankfully, they lived on the first floor so no one would complain. The guys clapped and began the movie.

Delilah and Clarissa began cheering every cheer to the movie, while the guys watched laughing hysterically and occasionally impressed. "Alright I did it, " Delilah plopped down on the bean bag after the credits rolled. Clarissa pulled jungkook, Bennet and RM all up from their spots one-by-one.

"I'm thinking the pool cheer off. I'd love to see our guys prance and dosey doe," Clarissa quoted from the movie. Delilah nodded vigorously. "Hop up there guys you have 10 minutes to practice while D and I go to her apartment to put her pieces away, " Clarissa informed, throwing Delilah her shoes back, putting on her own adidas. Delilah grabbed the box on the counter and they exited to Delilah's apartment. The air was significantly fresher than the apartment they were just in. She didnt have decorations so even though it was the same floor plan, hers looked bigger.

Delilah placed the box in her kitchen cabinet and looked out on her open balcony. Tuck was laying down enjoying the afternoon sun. "Tuck can come inside if he wants. I bought a water bowl about a month ago for when he's over on my porch," Delilah pointed to the door, pulling her phone our of her pocket. "What a mess this cheer will be, " Clarissa laughed, peaking over the railing to her apartment. "Oh god," Delilah complained. Her phone was filled with texts from Tim. He wanted her to cover the dinner rush as soon as the lunch rush was over. Apparently the other waitresses were going to some party at UCF. Tim always let the other waitresses ditch as much as they wanted, because the diner was never too busy for one person to handle. It was in a part of town that the tourists never went, because it was opposite side of the theme parks. The other waitresses also allowed Tim to grope them and even play into it. They were around the same age as Delilah, but both were in college while Delilah dropped out of community college to move back. So, whenever they didn't want to work, Tim brought in Delilah. She needed this job so she always obeyed.

"I guess you're going to have to enjoy the cheer alone. I have to head back to work," Delilah threw up her hair quickly while explaining to Clarissa, who followed her to her room as Delilah changed back into her uniform. "Heather and Maddy are going to another party?" Clarissa asked, anger surrounding her usually peppy voice. Delilah nodded, pulling her poodle skirt and matching white shirt back on.

"It's not fair. The way he treats you. He shouldn't be harassing anyone of you but the fact the other girls let him so they still get paid to ditch?" Clarissa rambled. Delilah could feel the rage in the room as if it were fog. Delilah placed her hands on Clarissa's bony shoulders as Clarissa sat on Delilah's bed. "Honey, it's why I can afford this apartment, my car, bills, and still have some money left I save up for an annual pass to the parks. Tonight's shift tips should get me just enough to buy one on Monday," Delilah reassured her friend. "Come by for dinner if you're too afraid he will act up. Foods on me, " She convinced Clarissa. As Delilah grabbed her purse Clarissa followed her out the front door, holding tucks collar. "Fine. We will drop by later. I'm bringing the guys. You're high as a kite though so… be careful okay? " Delilah nodded once and made her way to work. Being high the traffic didn't bother her so much.

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A/N

I'm loving this so much. I have so much planned. Please leave comments on where I can improve, what you love, and what you want with the story!

-T

#bts #bts jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #rm bts #rm smut #namjoon #jungkook imagine #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts jungkook #bts icons #bts fanfic #bts fanclub #bts fanfction

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shakingsphere · 3 years

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this is not my questionnaire lol

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

i literally just told him that i dont want to hu anymore lol

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

nope! ive been blocked for a year :)

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

no 4. Is trust a big issue for you?

no 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

im not really interested in anyone 6. What are you excited for?

spring semester 7. What happened tonight?

i watched pokémon and ate dinner 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

no i just worry about them 9. Is confidence cute?

yes ofc 10. What is the last beverage you had?

diet coke 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

4 or 5 idk this one is dumb 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

no they broke when i was jumping a fence in january 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

probably nothing 14. What are you going to spend money on next?

probably coffee 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

no lol 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

yes i think people are constantly changing 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

my best friend 18. The last time you felt broken?

idk 19. Have you had sex today?

no 20. Are you starting to realize anything?

i dont think so 21. Are you in a good mood?

im neutral 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

no lol 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

theyre a brighter shade of blue 24. What do you want right this second?

to have gone to bed earlier 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

its none of my business bc im not seeing anyone 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

no its a couple shades darker 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

no ew 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

something my friend said yesterday 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

yea. 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

no 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

no i kinda just pity him 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

i dont have feeling for anyone rn 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

no i drink diet coke like literally everyday 34. Listening to?

nothing rn, i honestly only listen to music to concentrate 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

no not even for my russian class lol 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

yea at his house... 37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

no 38. Who did you last call?

um my best friend i think 39. Who was the last person you danced with?

some random kid 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

sex 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

idk i hate cupcakes 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

no 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

ofc 44. Do you tan in the nude?

i dont tan 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

no 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

no i took a trazodone 47. Who was the last person to call you?

probs my dad 48. Do you sing in the shower?

no but i talk to myself 49. Do you dance in the car?

no but i sing sometines 50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

i dont think so, no 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

my senior photos.... so like 2 years ago 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

yes. 53. Is Christmas stressful?

i hate christmas 54. Ever eat a pierogi?

i’m eastern european studies major and they were v popular at pitt... so yes lol 55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

ummmmmm apple? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

animator 57. Do you believe in ghosts?

yes 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

no 59. Take a vitamin daily?

i take antidepressants daily. 60. Wear slippers?

nah 61. Wear a bath robe?

nah 62. What do you wear to bed?

t-shirt n shorts 63. First concert?

LMAO it was a bob dylan concert my dad had an extra ticket and im his favorite 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

target, walmart is too chaotic 65. Nike or Adidas?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm probs nike 66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

fritos 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

neither 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

uhhh love story? 69. Ever take dance lessons?

yes when i was little i was awful 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

lol yea i can see me being w someone in academia 71. Can you curl your tongue?

yee 72. Ever won a spelling bee?

no 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

no i am rarely ever happy 74. What is your favorite book?

uhhhh the bell jar? 75. Do you study better with or without music?

with 76. Regularly burn incense?

i have never burned incense 77. Ever been in love?

no i dont think so 78. Who would you like to see in concert?

mitski or doja 79. What was the last concert you saw?

lorde on the melodrama tour 80. Hot tea or cold tea?

cold 81. Tea or coffee?

coffee 82. Favorite type of cookie?

um oatmeal raisin i think 83. Can you swim well?

i used to swim very well but i havent in a long time tho i can swim and not be scared of drowning so im gonna say yes 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

no? 85. Are you patient?

usually but not when im in a mood 86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

i hate weddings 87. Ever won a contest?

yeah once when i was like 8 88. Ever have plastic surgery?

no im pretty 89. Which are better black or green olives?

black ofc green ones are nasty 90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

its fine i think waiting until marriage is obnoxious and out dated 91. Best room for a fireplace?

living room 92. Do you want to get married?

yea but its not like a life goal of mine i really just want a good relationship

#personal

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sibyl-of-space · 4 years

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havent angsty long-posted on here in a while lol it’s like i am in 3rd year of college all over again

Well, no thanks to fast and reliable testing, I am at least fairly sure I actually do have Covid. I still haven’t gotten my test results and it’s been a week, but I have a headache typing this because I over exerted myself by performing the highly taxing tasks of... taking a shower, cooking something, and sitting upright instead of lying in bed (as I have been largely doing for the last 2 weeks). So at the very least I’ve been able to communicate with my workplace and am now at an understanding that I should just take this week off too because if sitting upright for extended periods of time makes it hard to breathe, that is perhaps, slightly concerning.

So instead my anxieties now are about the fact that literally contracting Covid was actually in the long run beneficial for my mental health because I’ve been able to just... rest, and play some video games, and rest some more, and sleep, and edit photos, and watch other people play video games. I’ve gotten to just. Relax. I haven’t had the chance to relax since before the pandemic started, because I work at a nonprofit that helps homeless people and that shit doesn’t stop being necessary in a crisis. And it’s compounded by the fact that I work in IT and we had to basically throw together enough band-aid and duct tape solutions to get everyone set up to work remotely, which was hard as fuck to do, and now we are still going in part of the week to help serve meals shifts because we don’t have any volunteers.

(That is like 90% definitely how I contracted it, a few weeks ago I worked a meals shift with someone who was not-so-subtly coughing into his mask next to me and it was not the phlegm-y cough but the ‘ah i am just clearing the old airways’ cough. Why are you working a meals shift to serve the homeless if you have symptoms OH MY GOD. Anyway.)

My workplace is not organized in the best of times, which made it interesting but lively and was largely endearing even if it was somewhat frustrating. But now, it is just driving me up the wall. I have felt at the end of my rope mentally for about 2 straight months with no end in sight. And now the more literature that comes out indicates it could be YEARS before the USA is able to approach anything resembling normal because of this, and I do not think I am mentally capable of handling this kind of environment for that long.

My team is GREAT. I love them. This organization put out the only legitimate IT starting position that did not require 3-5 years of previous experience, paid me MORE than a fair starting wage, and is just all around great at treating me like a person and I’ve learned so much from them. I am so thankful. But the organization as a whole is managed like, well, basically a shit show that makes me honestly miss the well-oiled shitty corporate bureaucracy that was my first job out of college. I’ve been considering applying elsewhere for ages now, but... well first of all I feel like I need to at least have worked a full year here before moving on (it’s been about 7 months presently) for it to count for anything, and also, well it has been very nice actually being treated like a person in a 9-to-5:30 office position and I don’t know how much I’ll be seeing that if I sell out and work for some tech startup or whatever the hell.

Up until now I have had a sort of... promise I’ve kept to myself, where if I am not fulfilled and start to actively dislike and resent my job when I wake up for it in the morning, that I will move on from that job. I have held on to that. My first job out of college was an excellent source of stability for me as a recent college grad, but when it reached a point it was stressing me more than it was supporting me, I moved on. I then worked minimum wage (note: minimum wage was $15/hr at this point so my income was only actually decreasing by $4/hour because administrative assistants do not get paid what they are worth. Now bay area cost of living is fucking stupid, but minimum wage in this circumstance was actually livable for me with the bonus of having my parents’ health insurance.) at a fabric store - I stayed there for 2 years, longer than I’ve ever held a position, and while partly I left because I had more or less finished learning what I had hoped to learn from my coworkers, the store was transforming away from that kind of community DIY vibe it started out as and turned into a kind of etsy wine mom vibe that didn’t click with me as much anymore, and also I was turning 26 and would lose my health insurance through my parents.

So I took the next several months taking my first real break from constant responsibilities/employment since pretty much ever, focused on speedrunning Tales of Symphonia and eventually started studying for a baseline IT certification so I could try and get a job that was more appealing to me than administrative bullshit, which I hated so much. My closest friends I made in my first corporate job out of college were people in QA and IT, so I decided to try and make that a reality. I studied my ass off for a couple solid months, took both tests for the A+ certification, passed, and started applying to jobs. And now here we are.

My frustration stems from the fact that I want to continue working with the people who took a chance on me when I was very green and had no experience, just 2 tests under my belt and a willingness to learn. I really do want to continue learning and growing here. But the environment, through no fault of anyone’s, has been just grating on me. I honestly believe that if I quit they would all completely understand, but I don’t WANT to - I want to stick it out, partly out of pride (this organization has such high turnover, I have already outlasted over half of the new users I’ve onboarded.....), partly to repay the team that has invested in me and treated me like a human being, and partly because I know more experience is necessary if I want to land another job anywhere else.

But boy, am I drained. I was literally hoping I had Covid because it meant I could get 2 weeks off work. And here I am, finally got Covid, am taking 2 weeks off work, and yet I still feel bad about it because a damn test hasn’t come back making me feel validated about it and I’ve still partially convinced myself I’m being a drama queen.

And this break from work is just making me dread the prospect of YEARS of this kind of uncertainty. It’s been so nice just kind of being able to do things at my pace, but it took me actually contracting The Plague to actually get this kind of relief.

Anyway, a few bright sides... first, my tortoise is adorable and doing great, so there is that. (Just looked over and saw her doing something cute. I love her.) Second, I will continue to rest this full week, and next week there is a good chance I will feel more empowered to tackle a workday with the perspective of fresh challenges as opposed to just some monotonous daily grind, after having this time off. Third, if I continue to feel nothing but dread and frustration regarding work, I think I should stick to that promise to myself and give a deadline to when it’s time to start looking elsewhere and move on, because no organization is worth my mental well-being. And lastly, I’ve re-visited OoT for the first time in a really long time (handhelds are about all I can do at the moment), and that was really special.

I’m still fucking pissed that there is pretty much no chance I’ll be able to go to France this Christmas with my roommate and girlfriend. I was so excited to have a paycheck where I could afford to do something not just for myself but for the people closest to me, I routed our flights so we had layovers that would let us connect on the main flight together and paid extra so we could sit together, I was SO excited about this because I spent almost EVERY Christmas in France as a kid because of my family and I miss it SO MUCH, I was so so so excited to share these intimate memories with people I really care about, but the USA is a fucking dumpster fire shit show so who knows when I’ll be able to actually do that now. I haven’t cancelled the flights yet but I’m coming to terms with the fact I’m going to have to do so. Hopefully I can get a refund and we will just have to go next Christmas, but I’m still really fucking upset.

Not even going to comment on how much of a shit show the USA is in general. I feel completely helpless. Another 4 years of Trump is literally a catastrophe we can NOT permit but the current DNC platform looks like it is going to fix about, oh, FUCK ALL, so at this point it feels like there is no hope unless we literally start busting out the guillotines. Every time I see an Elon Musk fanboy on Twitter some of my remaining faith in humanity crumbles. Then I think about how people have been protesting EVERY SINGLE DAY for the right of Black people to LIVE and NOTHING is being done about it. It’s both exhausting and terrifying.

In conclusion, I would like to stop living through a major historical event, please and thank you.

#this is very stream of consciousness #personal

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