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cheolism · 1 year

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mwah

✧ woozi x reader

✧ summary: three times you said "mwah" at the end of a kiss and one time jihoon said it back

✧ wc. is approx 2.9k

✧ genre: romance, fluff, mentioned friends-to-lovers

✧ notes: sex is mentioned, but not actually in the fic. soonyoung is a serial gossiper. this is just light-hearted and something i thought would be cute. reader has a milkshake, so sorry to all my fellow lactose intolerant baddies

o n e w e e k

It was the end of your first date, meaning it was the first time the two of you had hung out after confessing your feelings for one another. In reality it wasn’t much different than what the two of you had been doing before.

You came, dropped your backpack off at his bedroom door and shredded your coat. Dragged the computer chair Jihoon had purchased for you (he said he had found it on the side of the road, but he wasn’t so cold as to make his new partner sit on a chair someone had thrown out), pulled your laptop out of your backpack and got to work on your essay.

When supper time came around, he had ordered the food. You had cracked a joke about it being a first date, and so the two of you came to the agreement that it was.

You had been painfully cute all evening. Leaning against his shoulder, nudging his elbow and then flashing him a little grin when his eyes met yours. Sweetly calling out his name and then blowing a little kiss to him. Jihoon didn’t know how his heart could flutter so much, but he was sure it was some sort of medical problem.

Part of Jihoon wanted to ask you to say. Part of him wanted to grab you and wrap you in his arms, pull you into his bed and pull up the blankets and sleep. Another part of him wanted to press you against the wall and kiss you.

He acted on neither impulses.

Instead Jihoon gave you a little smile, standing and escorting you downstairs and to the front door. Seungkwan and Seungcheol stood in the living room, and they called out greetings as you passed.

“Ignore them,” Jihoon murmured, his hand going to the center of your back. He guided you to the door, nudged your shoes towards you. He thought, for a fleeting moment, about getting down on a knee and tying your shoes for you, but then he remembered his friends in the living room behind him and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“I had fun,” you said, shooting him a little grin as you tied your shoes.

He scoffed, though Jihoon couldn’t fight the tiny smile that had begun to stretch his lips. He couldn’t help it. Whenever you smiled, he wanted to smile; whenever you cried, his heart cried with you. It was horrible, and he surely had some sort of medical problem.

“I’m sure you did have fun,” he said wryly, “sitting next to me doing homework all evening.”

You giggled, standing. You hooked your hands through your backpack straps. “Well. It was doing it with you that made it fun, Jihoon.”

Seungkwan cooed in the background. Jihoon fought the urge to turn around and punch him.

You sighed, backing up and towards the door. “I gotta go. See you tomorrow?”

Jihoon followed, reaching around you for the door knob. “Yep. I’ve got to meet with Jun about lessons, and then I’ll be free.”

“Great,” you said, and Jihoon felt foolish, but he felt like you meant it. As if you actually were eager to see him tomorrow, despite having seen him today, despite seeing him currently. As if he was someone worth getting excited over.

He turned the doorknob, pushed the door open. You stepped over the threshold, still facing him. “You okay?”

You nodded, glancing away. Then your shoulders straightened, as if you were steeling yourself, and you darted forward. Your lips pressed against his cheek, as quick as a thief. “Mwah.”

Then you were peeling away and out the door, calling out to Seungkwan and Seungcheol and waving good-bye.

t w o m o n t h s

“So,” Soonyoung began, leaning against the counter and giving Jihoon a wide grin. He looked ridiculous, and Jihoon had told him as much. With his wide-brimmed hat on backwards, his bowling shoes, he looked like a clown who came straight from a NASCAR race.

“How is everything going? Your two month anniversary was yesterday, right?”

Jihoon furrowed his brow. “How do you --”

“Y/n has a little counter on their phone,” Soonyoung explained, as if that resolved any questions Jihoon had. “So? How is it? Trouble in paradise?”

Jihoon shrugged. The worker from behind the counter walked up, carrying a bottled soda for Jihoon and a strawberry shake for you. Jihoon accepted them both, ignoring how the cold of each drink bit at his hands. “We’ve been friends for years,” Jihoon said as they began their walk back to the rest of their group. “It’s not really any different.”

Soonyoung hummed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I mean. That’s good, I guess. But what about the parts that are different?”

Jihoon squinted, slowing his pace so he was slightly behind Soonyoung and forcing the other man to stop. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The blonde man sighed, rolling his eyes. He retraced his steps, walking back to Jihoon’s side. Soonyoung placed both of his hands on Jihoon’s shoulders, leaning down and talking as if Jihoon were a child and not a grown-ass man capable of kicking Soonyoung’s ass. “Well. When two adults like each other romantically, sometimes that can lead to special activities in the bedroom.”

For half a second, Jihoon was confused. Special activities?

Then Soonyoung’s words were fully processed. Jihoon’s jaw dropped, and he reached out with one of his legs and kicked at Soonyoung, not willing to drop the drinks in order to fully throttle his friend.

Soonyoung just laughed, jumping out of the way. Him laughing was probably the worst of it, like waving a flag in front of a bull.

Jihoon couldn’t help the frown and pout that appeared on his face as he returned to the group. He knew Soonyoung was just teasing, but Jihoon couldn’t help but feel affronted. Like: sex wasn’t a big deal, of course it wasn’t, but it wasn’t like Jihoon was just going to turn around and broadcast your relationship for everyone to hear about.

Because everyone would hear about it. Soonyoung could keep a secret as long as he could tell one other person, and when that meant telling Jihoon or you, everything was fine. But he knew, more often than not, Soonyoung would go running to Seokmin or Jeonghan with whatever Jihoon would say, relying on the other two men to give reactions Soonyoung deemed fit to warrant him spilling.

Besides: it wasn’t anyone’s business!

You were bowling when Jihoon returned, your back towards him. He stomped to your seats, placing your shake on the table in front of the couch. Chan turned towards Jihoon, face bright and eyes crinkled, but took one look at him and turned back towards the front and away from Jihoon.

Jihoon grabbed the soda, unfastening the lid and taking a drink. He ignored how the carbon stung at his throat.

“Jihoonie!” He glanced up. You were eagerly moving towards him, a large grin on your face. That look of happiness at seeing him never seemed to fade, no matter how many days and weeks into your relationship the two of you got.

He felt himself flush red, embarrassed. You plopped down next to him, pressing your sides together and squeezing his arm. “I hope you didn’t see my gutter ball.”

“I didn’t,” he said, honest. “I’m sure it wasn’t so bad as to change my opinion on you.”

You laughed, bright and sweet. “I dunno, Jihoon. It was kinda bad.”

Then you were glancing at the table. Your eyes widened when you saw the shake, obviously delighted. “Whose shake is that?”

Jihoon hummed, raising the bottle to his lips again. “For my partner. Dunno if you’ve seen them around.”

You threw him an affronted look, but your fake ire did nothing to hide the grin that was beginning to spread across your face. “Well. I’ll just hold onto this for them, if that’s okay with you. But you have to hold onto something for my partner in exchange. All right?”

Jihoon shrugged, screwing the cap back onto the bottle. Then you were pressing closer, one hand settling on his shoulder, the other going to hold his chin and hold his face still. You pressed your lips against his cheek, lingering.

You said it softly, not loud enough for Chan, who was on the other side of you, to hear, and definitely not loud enough for anyone else in the group to hear. But Jihoon still heard it. “Mwah.”

e i g h t m o n t h s

“You sure you just can’t stay the night?”

The crackling of thunder was nearly loud enough to drown out Jihoon’s question, and the rain that pounded against the windows was an accent to illustrate his point.

The storm had been predicted to appear later in the night, closer to midnight. But then autumn winds picked up, pushing the storm to the city quicker than anticipated. So when the two of you had taken a break from playing video games (Jihoon was remarkably bad and more prone to losing than winning, but so was Chan and Soonyoung, which made playing with both boys an absolute must when playing with Jihoon), the game paused and silence reigning over Jihoon’s room, the harsh winds batting against the side of the house had been a surprise.

You had scrambled, shoving your shoes on and grabbing your backpack. You had an important seminar you had to attend early in the morning, and while you had clothes stored in Jihoon’s room, sweats and a ratty tee wouldn’t cut it.

“I can’t,” you said, lingering by the door. You were frowning, upset; not at the storm, but at the prospect of your time with Jihoon getting cut short.

Ridiculous.

You were ridiculous.

Jihoon sighed, reaching for you. You went into his arms easily, your lips finding his the most natural thing in the world. He pressed quick kisses to your mouth, hands squeezing at your upper arms.

“Take it slow going home.” Jihoon commanded. “Lights all the way on. Don’t be afraid to pull over or turn around if you can’t make it. If you need, call me and --”

“-- and you’ll send Seungcheol my way,” you finished, grinning.

Jihoon glared at you. He didn’t like this. Not for the same reasons as you -- well, not to say that he wasn’t mad at getting your time together cut short, because he was a little irritated about it. But he hated the thought of you leaving to drive through a storm, all for a seminar you work was forcing you to attend.

One day you wouldn’t have to work, Jihoon vowed, the sound of high winds thrashing tree branches and rain throwing itself against windows as his witness. He would be a high-end producer, and you wouldn’t have to work. Unless you wanted too, of course. Wouldn’t have to work, wouldn’t have to travel to attend stupid seminars, wouldn’t have to deal with annoying coworkers who most definitely shouldn’t be working.

But that day was not today.

So he pressed another kiss to your lips, murmuring quietly, “please be careful.”

You nodded, pulling away. You reached out, running your hand through his hair and looking at him. For a moment neither of you said anything, just content to take in the other.

Then you pitched forward, pressing the final kiss of the night to his lips. “Mwah.”

e l e v e n m o n t h s

You were sprawled out on Jihoon’s carpet, belly up, hands laced over your stomach. The first thing you had done after getting off of work was text him that you had, quite frankly, had enough of people talking and were about to punch the next person who so much as looked at you.

The first thing Jihoon had done when you stepped through his bedroom door was get up, cross the room, and wrap his arms around you. You had pressed your face into his neck, hands clinging to the back of his shirt.

He doesn’t know for sure how long the two of you had stood like that. But when he pulled away, he cradled your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to the space between your brows. “You still want some quiet?”

When you nodded, he pressed another kiss to your nose. He returned to his desk, slid his headphones over his ears, and went back to work.

Which led to you, on his carpet, an hour later.

“Jihoon,” you called. He paused the track he was working on and turned, pulling his headphones off. You weren’t looking at him, eyes trained on the popcorn ceiling that both of you absolutely detested.

“Yeah?”

For a moment you were quiet. You sighed, turning your head to look at him. “Sorry for being like this.”

Jihoon shook his head, as if it wasn’t a big deal. And as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t. It wasn’t a big deal. Everyone had bad days, and you were witness to all of his. And he had a lot of them. The least he could do was be there for your bad days.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Well. Wait. It does. But not like. You’re okay to have bad days and you’re okay to bring your troubles to me, but it doesn’t matter that you do that because -- well.” “Because you love me,” you cooed, a small smile finally appearing on your face.

There you are.

Jihoon couldn’t help his own little smile. “Yeah,” he said, “because I love you.”

You turned on your side, facing him fully. “You know, our one year is 29 days away.”

“It is.”

“So,” you began, chewing on your bottom lip in a rather poor attempt to hide your smile. “Any plans?”

Jihoon shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” You echoed. “That sounds awfully close to a no.”

“That’s not what I said,” he argued.

It was fruitless, however. You sat up, crossing your legs. “It’s okay to not have any plans, Jihoon. You don’t have to surprise me. I could surprise you.”

Jihoon frowned. “I told you I had it under control.” “I know! It’s just that --”

“What,” he stood from his chair, stretching. He ignored how your eyes lingered on his stomach when his shirt rode up. Jihoon had thought Mingyu was horny, but fuck, he was nothing compared to you. “Don’t think I can be romantic?”

You hesitated. “Well. You can --”

His jaw dropped, popping from his habit of clenching it. “You don’t think I can be romantic?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You thought it!” He accused, moving towards you. You weren’t taking him seriously. You were grinning, eyes sparkling and obviously amused. Even before the two of you had begun dating he was the subject of your impish nature, and that hadn’t let up in the slightest since the two of you had begun dating.

“Okay, so maybe I thought it.” You held up your hands. “But like. Can you blame me?”

Jihoon lowered himself onto the floor, joining you. Your knees were pressing against his. You were practically glowing, so delighted at him joining you not only on the floor but in verbally sparring. “I can. I’m the most romantic person I know.”

You giggled, and Jihoon would never ever let Soonyoung know how his heart always seemed to skip a few beats at your laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said.

Then Jihoon lurched forward, hands cradling your face, lips smashing against yours. Your teeth clanked against his, and you were laughing into his mouth, and he couldn’t properly kiss you because of how wide your smile was.

Your hands went to his face, framing his cheeks, and the two of you fell into a rhythm. Kissing you was as easy as walking, Jihoon found, but it never failed to make his heart stutter. Your mouths moved together, sliding comfortably and leisurely, and Jihoon thought that every single romantic novel that ever said rushed kisses of passion were the fruit of all love were wrong.

He pulled away, just enough to talk. His mouth moved against yours with every word, and he didn’t miss the way your eyes constantly fluttered. “I can be romantic.”

Then he pressed one more kiss to your lips, quick and feather-light. “Mwah.”

A moment of silence.

Then your eyes were flying open, surprise and euphoria taking over your features. Your cry of his name was loud, and his head hurt from where it smacked against the ground after you tackled him, his pride felt a little bruised at resorting to such a tactic, but the utter glee on your face was worth it.

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boydepartment · 3 months

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so cute - anton lee x reader

a/n: DONT LOOK AT ME RN…. okay i’m having a moment shut up i can’t sleep. this is completely self indulgent and writing for fun so whooooooops

warnings- none just fluff and goofy. idol! anton. photography major! reader. (i am not a photography major so pls um bare w me) THIS IS ALSO REALLY CLICHE SO I AM SORRY i also have no idea what tags to use :( so if you are on riize tumblr PLS HELP ME IN MY INBOX WITH TAGS

wc- 250-300

MASTERLIST

when you sat down after you ordered you got all your stuff organized. you had a plan to meet your friend to study together at a small but sweet boba shop. a lot of college students would come and go and half the fun of studying was procrastinating and choosing to people watch instead.

your friend was late and so you were left to fend for yourself. which was okay, it didn’t bother you. you got a little lost in thought and didn’t even notice the gaggle of boys walk in.

you didn’t even notice when the second cashier called up your order and you skipped over to pick it up. it tasted sweet and made you smile.

the way you set up your table looked really nice so you took a couple steps away from your chair to take a photo, not for class. just for fun.

your notes and laptop looked like those aesthetic posts on pinterest and the view outside the window was not the worst for a parking lot. you looked down at your phone and frowned, maybe the flash would help?

you went to get in position again when a guy totally bumped into you. sending both of you crashing onto the floor!

when you sat up you saw all his friends almost sprint out of the shop laughing, you looked down, eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry! here let me help you up!” you stood up and put your hands out. he was quiet and took your hands. you bent over and picked up his thankful pre-poked boba, nothing spilled thank goodness!

“are you okay?” you asked, handing his drink to him. it was a little hard to tell or read him as he was wearing a mask, there was only so much you could read with his eyes.

your head turned to the side trying to get an answer out of him. eventually he snapped out of whatever daze he was in. did this boy hit his head too hard?

“it was my fault! i was walking backwards while talking and i didn’t see you i’m sorry…” the boy was very soft spoken and it took you by surprise. a lot of people you met in college were a little outspoken.

you smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood, “it’s okay it was an accident!”

“you fell pretty hard on your knees, are you okay?” he asked, noticing that they looked pretty scuffed.

“oh! i’m okay. don’t worry about it.” you went to grab your bag which softened the blow of your fall.

“is your phone okay? if it’s broken i can help pay for the damages…”

that was sweet of him…

you looked at your phone and saw the crack in the screen protector, “it’s a little cracked but it’s just the screen protector! it’s fine! if anyone asks i can tell them about this.” you laughed a little and looked at him again, “my friend’s gonna wish she wasn’t late…!”

you heard the boy laugh a little, “i still feel bad for tripping over you and ruining your photo, can i do anything to make up for it?”

“there’s no need to feel bad!” you said quickly- waving you hands back and forth, “again it’s totally okay. you should probably get back to your friends though… they kinda ran off.”

you saw him look outside the window, scoffing a little, “i’m going to choose to ignore them.”

this made you laugh, it was a total 180 from his voice, it was cute.

“i’m y/n. i figure since we’re having a conversation it’s appropriate to introduce myself, since you’re not just falling over me and dipping.” you stuck your hand out again.

he looked at your hand and shook it, “anton.” his eyes curved which told you he was smiling. cute.

“um… your friend still isn’t here… can i sit with you?”

you nodded, might as well, it wasn’t like you were studying. he happily took a seat next to you.

“you’re in college right?”

you nodded, “mhm! photography major!” you opened a file and scooted your laptop to him. anton looked through your photos almost amazed.

“i’m trying to put together my portfolio right now actually. i’m hoping i’ll get a job soon.” you explained, leaning your head on your palm.

he practically perked up at this, “my friends and i need a photographer for our next show!”

“show?”

“ummmmmmmmmm.” anton scratched his neck, “yes. show. music. yaknow….”

you smiled, “honestly, if it pays well, i’d love to.”

he looked at you and nodded, really enthusiastically. you felt pride bubble in you for someone being so impressed by your work to offer you a job.

“can i get your number to get the details?” you asked, unlocking your phone, he was cute and even if the job didn’t work out, maybe a date would. you could hear his phone buzzing rapidly.

anton nodded again and put his information in, “text me your name n stuff and i’ll answer i promise.” he stood up, “i really need to get back to my friends they’re blowing up my phone… even though they ditched me…”

you laughed again, “no problem. i’ll text you!”

“yeah!” he was walking away from you smiling when he ran into the door awkwardly. almost like the scene of a movie. it was so cute.

he was so cute.

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lacedinweb22 · 11 months

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are you... jealous? (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

🕸️ Entangled series 🕸️ ch. 1 next part

summary: Before you and Miguel were romantic, and before you knew about his secret identity, you were friends and study buddies at university. Though you were just friends, both of your feelings would slip through the cracks of your relationship, despite you both not wanting to ruin what you had. Miguel's jealous tendencies begin to show as you get closer.

word count: 1333

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I packed my laptop and textbook into my school bag then started to head for the door to meet my physics study buddy, Miguel. As I made my way down the steps, Eric, a loud, obnoxious classmate, blocked my way.

“Hey, Y/N... how are you doing?” He asked awkwardly. “Umm, great? I enjoyed today’s reading on Schiller, ummm he’s… fun,” I muttered. I slowly walked around him, trying to push through the crowded hall, as hundreds of students also walked down the steps to exit.

He followed behind me, “Our midterm is coming up, and I was going to ask if you wanted to study together?” I looked back at him, confused. He had only given off sarcastic privileged asshole all quarter; why is he interested in me now?

I walked down the steps, as he stuck right behind me, then turned around at the bottom, “I’m pretty busy for the next few days, and English is my forte so… I mean not to sound like an asshole, but I don’t think I really need to study all that much,” I said, nicely, trying not to start conflict with the class asshole.

Miguel walked through the doorway, and somehow knew exactly where I was in the big crowded lecture hall, as he made direct eye contact with me. He pushed through the crowd, and towered over everyone he walked by. His wavy, dark brown hair trickled onto his face. He wore a dark blue tee, snug around his biceps. I watched him walk over, still keeping his eyes on me.

Eric caught up then blocked me again to face me. I peered behind Eric and smiled shyly and waved at Miguel. He smiled and lifted his hand, then furrowed his eyebrows at Eric.

“Eric, I gotta go, I really need to see a friend,”

“But… god Y/N, you’re such a tease. You argue with me all fucking quarter, almost challenging me, then when I invite you to study, and help you out, you act fucking clueless?”

“A tease? I’ve stood up to your dumbass, useless commentary, I mean- did you take that as flirting?” I asked, sarcastically. “Give me a fucking break, I don’t like you, Eric, and I don’t need your fucking tutoring,” I muttered as I pushed by him.

I heard Eric, walking fast to catch up to me.

“Why are you acting so butthurt?” he exclaimed to me.

I walked towards Miguel who angrily walked towards me.

“Hey, sorry I-”

Miguel walked right past me and right to Eric behind me.

I turned around to find him towering over Eric, who stared up at him then looked back at me in confusion.

“She said she was busy, can’t you take a fucking hint?” Miguel growled, as his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed at Eric.

“Chill, dude I’m just trying to make friends,” he reasoned, confidently shrugging. “And from the looks of it, you are too,” he muttered looking up at Miguel then at me.

“Well she clearly doesn’t want to be your friend, so fuck off and… mind your own shit, pinche pendejo,” he grumbled as he walked away to me.

I watched in shock as Eric fixed his glasses and scoffed, and Miguel walked over to me with his eyebrows still furrowed.

I looked up at him to analyze his face as he walked beside me and out of the hall.

“I-”

“Let’s go find a place to study, actually, we can study at my place, if that’s okay with you? Come with me to my car.” He pulled me by my messenger bag strap, his fingers clinging on to it, and pulling me along.

“Miguel, I really appreciate you trying to defend me, but I can handle shit myself, I mean… what was all of that even about?” I asked, observing his face as he focused on getting to his car.

“Actually, hey, no. You’ve been lagging on me all week. And now you show up after my class and play superhero with me?”

“I’ve been… going through something,” he muttered. I felt my eyebrows soften. Fuck.

“Are you… okay? Do you… want to talk about it?” I asked, gently.

We got to his car. He came to my side and opened the door for me. He took my bag from off of my shoulder and put it onto his.

“Miguel, did you hear me?” I asked. “Yes, no, I’m fine.” He said quickly as he closed my door, then opened the back door to put my bag on the back seat. He then walked to his side of the car, got in, and started the car. “Why are you being like this?” I asked, quietly. “You were so excited to see me last week,” I whispered, looking down at my sweater sleeves. I felt his gaze on me. He grabbed my hand, through my sweater sleeve on my lap. His hand was so muscular and big, and pretty. I felt butterflies.

“I’m always excited to see you. You’re the highlight of my day, everyday,” he said, softly. “I’ve just been dealing with a lot of... assholes lately. And that asshole in there reminded me of some of them,” he muttered.

“It’s weird; he’s never shown any interest in me before,” I said, looking at him for a second, then looking back at our hands shyly. He looked at me then at our hands, and pulled his hand away.

“I’m sure he has, you’re just oblivious to that kind of stuff,” he reasoned. He started to drive.

“Oblivious? You’re so sweet! Thanks, Miguel!” I said, sarcastically smiling at him. I observed his muscular forearms and shoulders under his t-shirt as he drove, focused on the road.

“He was all over you too, makes me fucking sick,” he exclaimed, his jaw clenching. His arms looked tense as he gripped the steering wheel; I admired the veins and muscles of his forearms.

I snapped out of it then replied, offended, “so… you can’t understand why someone would like me? I mean I know he’s disgusting and he was in the wrong obviously, but I mean… people want me, you know. I mean... right?” I rambled, butthurt by his comment.

“No, of course. That’s not what I meant. People want you, I want y– I mean yes, obviously. You’re smart, and you know, attractive, so yes, people want you… of course they do,” he rambled, with rasp in his breath, “I just meant he’s fucking sick. He was pushing himself onto you… Have you ever flirted with him? Or talked to him?” he asked.

I looked at him, trying to process everything he had just said. “Ummm, I’ve argued with him during class, but never flirted.”

“Hm,” he scoffed. “Do you not believe me?” I asked, irritated. Was he jealous?

“Yeah, sure. I believe you,” he insisted.

He went from praising me as “smart and attractive” to “LIAR” in five seconds. I recognized that face too. He was lying, clearly irritated, and possibly jealous. He acted like this when his academic enemy got 1% higher than him on his essay, and he pretended not to be upset about it.

“Are you… jealous?” I asked, trying to be serious, but smiling after the words came out of my mouth. His eyebrows flinched as he looked at me, surprised by my question. He looked straight at the road and clenched his jaw.

“I– I don’t know,” he muttered. I smiled and turned to face the window, to avoid him seeing. The butterflies grew inside my stomach. I looked back at him to see his expression. He looked at me, smiled, and sighed. “I hate you,” he teased. I giggled then turned the radio on.

Miguel then put my window down, letting the night breeze comb through my hair. I felt his stare on me. I turned to look at him, and found him smiling softly at me. He cleared his throat then sharply turned back to focus on the road.

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yerimbrit · 3 months

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you're my dream : h. yunjin

synopsis: your girlfriend wakes you up at the crack of dawn for a sweet picnic date watching the sunrise.

# pairing ! nonidol!huh yunjin x reader

# tags ! just fluff really, established relationship, reader's gender isn't mentioned, usages of both 'jen' and 'yunjin', yunjin is one year older but it's not that relevant

# wordcount ! 1.7k

# warnings ! none

"babe, get up; i've got something special planned for us."

yunjin shook you awake, but you groaned and pulled the covers back over your shoulders.

"y/n..." she whined. you could tell she was pouting by the tone of her voice.

deciding not to make her wait any longer since she seemed so keen on getting you awake, you peeled the white comforter off your body and sat up. as you thought, your girlfriend was standing next to the bed with a big, sad pout on her lips. and of course, she was flashing you her infamous puppy dog eyes. as much as you loved your beauty sleep, you loved yunjin even more, so you could never be mad at her and her (adorably) dumb puppy eyes for waking you up.

you rubbed your eyes, attempting to get the sleepiness out before speaking. "what is it, jen?"

"i have a surprise for you! so get ready, we're gonna go out, please?"

she took your hands in hers, giving them a squeeze before pulling you out of bed without waiting for an answer. you followed her to the closet without much resistance, where she quickly handed you one of her favorite sweatshirts and a pair of washed-out jeans.

yunjin left for you to change, and when you entered the bathroom you're alone with your thoughts as you slipped into the clothes she picked for you and got ready.

you and yunjin had met in a rather intriguing way. you had reserved a private room at the library to study, and she barged in, out of breath and wide eyes.

(you were well into your study session, soft lofi playing into your headphones. you had a quiz in bio coming up, and you were not about to fail unlike your friend yizhuo who slept in class all the time. she was always a mystery to you anyway; always at parties, always getting drunk, and never paying attention in class. regardless, she was still your best friend, you two having met back in high school. you stopped her antics when it got too far, and she showed you how to truly live life and have fun.

"peristalsis is similar to propulsion where the food is moving through the system," you muttered to yourself, jotting the words down into your notebook, glancing at your laptop screen which showed the recorded lecture from last week.

you were about to unpause the lecture to try to catch more things you missed until the door burst open, revealing a girl who you recognized as the cute barista at the cafe you frequented on campus. she was leaning on the door panting, her hands on her knees as her gaze redirected from the door she just slammed to you, a sheepish smile making its way to her face.

"hi," she breathed out.

you tilted your head. "hi?"

she grabbed a plastic bottle from her bag and took a few gulps of water, letting out a relieved sigh after hydrating herself. she turned to face you.

"i'm so sorry for interrupting you. i'm yunjin, by the way, but you can call me jen."

amused, you pulled out a chair for her, gesturing for her to take a seat, to which she grinned and thanked you for before sitting down.

"it's not a problem," you reassured her, "why'd you do it though?"

her cheeks flushed, and she looked away briefly. 'cute,' you think.

"well, long story short... i lost a bet against one of my friends," she giggled, "and was trying to escape from my fate.")

you two hit it off after that, and soon you had started waiting for yunjin's shift to end so you could see her. after numerous ranting sessions with yizhuo and after 4 months, she was now your girlfriend. it's now been 8 months and you think it's safe to say she's the best you've ever had.

a loud clattering of what seemed to be things falling to the ground followed by an "i'm okay!" from yunjin woke you from your train of recollection. grabbing your phone, you exited the connected bathroom and opened the bedroom door to see the girl you were just thinking about, surrounded by a few books that have fallen to the floor.

"...oops?" she laughed, picking the fallen books up and putting them back onto the shelf. "ready to go, y/nnie?"

interlocking your hands, you nodded and let her lead you out of your shared apartment and to her car. it was still dark outside. she opened the door for you, then going around to the driver's seat and putting on a playlist you two made, titled 'youngluv' with a heart at the end.

the car ride was spent in comfortable silence, her hand over yours on the armrest. you asked where you were going once, and all she replied with was, "you'll see."

after a good 15 minutes, yunjin parked the car and opened the door for you once again. you followed her to the trunk where you're met with a picnic basket and blanket.

"surprise!"

you gasped, looking to your girlfriend, who only had a cheeky grin on her face.

"jen, what's this for?" you asked, worrying that you forgot an anniversary or a birthday.

she hummed in response. "nothing, really. i just felt like it. and i thought you'd like it."

"you're so sweet, jen. i love it," you say, grabbing the blanket from the car. yunjin got the basket. your eyes softened when she looked towards you with bright eyes.

you both carried the things from the car to a nice grassy spot overlooking the sea. the blanket is spread and you set the basket on top of the soft fabric. yunjin ran back to the car and retrieved a bouquet of flowers from the backseat, presenting it to you with a bright smile.

she bowed dramatically. "for you, m'lady."

"why, thank you kind miss," you giggled, taking the flowers and smelling them. "they're beautiful."

"only the best for my one and only."

you laughed, eyes crinkling up into crescents, and yunjin takes a second to admire your smile.

"i only receive the best from my knight in shining armor!"

you set the flowers down while yunjin took out tupperware containers out from the basket. she opens them one by one, allowing you to see what she's packed for the day. your eyes sparkled at the cut strawberries, and you almost drooled at the sight of your favorite sandwiches made by yunjin.

"does it look good?" she asked. you brought your attention to the girl, who picked up a piece of strawberry and holds it up to your lips.

"it does," you say, your mouth automatically opened and she feeds it to you.

the sweetness of the fruit was a welcome surprise to your taste buds. you haven't had anything since you were abruptly woken up, and the fruit was a nice way to wash out the minty flavor of your toothpaste.

you squeal at the taste, and take another piece of strawberry to feed to your lover.

"wow. i think that's the best strawberry i've ever had, seriously."

"you're lying."

"i'm not!"

you're in the middle of taking a bite of your sandwich when yunjin nudges your shoulder. raising your eyebrow, you follow her pointed finger until widening your eyes at the sight of the sunrise.

in awe, you put down your sandwich and turned to watch the sky being painted varying shades of red, orange, and yellow.

"the sun looks like an egg yolk," the older girl stated. you smiled and nudged her shoulder. she returned your smile and tried to defend herself. "what? i'm right. it looks like a sunny side up egg."

"you're right," you say, and lean your head on her shoulder. "it does look like an egg."

yunjin rests her head on top of yours. "do you know why i woke you up so early and prepared all this?"

you shook your head. she hummed.

"i remember you telling me about this dream you had. i think it was after our three month anniversary."

("morning, jen."

"good morning, sunshine! sleep well?"

you hugged the girl from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist from where she was standing at the kitchen counter. she was brewing a cup of coffee for the two of you for the morning.

"yeah. i had a dream," you said.)

"you said, 'we went on a picnic, and we were feeding each other strawberries. you also packed those sandwiches of yours that i love, and we sat there just watching the sunrise. it was really sweet, i'd love to have that in real life too.'"

you turned your gaze to yunjin. "you remember all that? word for word?"

she fed you another piece of strawberry to close your gaping mouth, and nodded. "i've been planning it for months, waiting for a free space in our schedules for this."

confused, you get up from her shoulder when she reaches for a small box in the picnic basket you thought was empty. when she opens the box in front of you, you let out a gasp of astonishment.

inside were a pair of silver rings, engraved with your initials and the date of the day you first met on the inside.

"yunjin, these are..." she interrupted you, "promise rings."

"i wanted to make this date perfect, so i contacted one of my old friends whose family owns a jewelry store, and got these custom made for us. aren't they amazing?"

you looked into her deep, brown eyes, and took the ring engraved with your initials and slipped it onto her ring finger.

"they're gorgeous, my love."

she gleamed, and slipped the other ring onto your ring finger.

"i'm glad you like them."

you rested your head back onto yunjin's shoulder and interlocked your fingers together.

the rest of the morning was spent finishing all the snacks your girlfriend packed, and taking pictures of each other and the scenery around you, laughs and kisses shared under the golden sunlight shining upon the two of you.

if one was focusing enough, one might be able to see two glints of rings shining from the distance.

a/n : first public post ... this was so fun to write + i thought i'd feed the yunjinators not my best work but i wanted to put it out :)

#le sserafim x reader #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #le sserafim #le sserafim imagines

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omni-present-god-send · 5 months

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Crack-fic 2 Electric Boogaloo

Ok wow, that last fic got some attention. Even the original creator of the AU I was writing about liked it. Wtf. So, um, here's another one! Based on @lets-try-some-writing 's Mr. Pax Au. Yes, I'm bothering you again.

Basically: Prom is coming up and the kids want Optimus to be there. He's flattered. Then cons show up. Destruction.

It was odd to have your favorite teacher also be an alien robot. At least Miko made money because of it. Jack and Raf are still mad that she, of all people, called it. There were many advantages though. Easy access to tutoring. Free rides. A shoulder to cry on.

The three of them even helped Optimus with his human disguise! If only to help with the Uncanny Valley he would give them sometimes. His hair was messier now, and he finally got something close to a wardrobe. However, there were some things they couldn't control. Like the way his eyes would get this subtle glow when he got angry or was concentrating. The way his holoform would appear to stop breathing for an extended period of time. Or when we would sing, it was hard to describe, but an almost invisible sound could be heard. Like a bell in the back of your mind. The three of them would soon learn that it was because Optimus, and the other bots in general, could produce sounds just outside of what the human ear could hear clearly.

As the months went by, Mr. Pax would be the best teacher any of them had ever had. Then he would drive them to base and be Optimus. The best dad on this, or any other, planet. It was the best of both worlds!

Sure they had to deal with the Vice-Principal. Trying to get Mr. Pax fired for being a better History teacher in one year than he had been in 15. Vince who, no matter how much Mr. Pax intervened, always went out of his way to make someone miserable. Whether it was Jack or some other poor soul. On top of getting shot at, blown up, stalked, and kidnapped by Decepticons. A break is always welcomed.

Which is how we got here. Miko borrowing Raf's laptop to look at some very sparkly dresses at the base while the boys went to grab some food. Very out of character for the little punk and Optimus noticed immediately. It didn't take more than a few minutes for Optimus to go into the back and for Mr. Pax to emerge out of the dark hallways.

Mr. Pax walked up the stairs and towards the couch where Miko was. She looked very puzzled as she scrolled through the array of dresses on the screen. "You hardly ever even consider that type of fashion Miko. Is everything alright?" Mr. Pax questioned. Miko's head shot up. Clearly not expecting him. "Oh, hey boss. Yeah, everything's fine. Just looking at Prom dresses. My parents are insisting I go." She rolled her eyes and went back to scrolling. "I heard some of the other teachers talking about that. What is 'Prom'?" Mr. Pax inquired.

"Basically is an over-hyped party for seniors to dress up and take pictures with their dates," Miko explained. Mr. Pax hummed. "I hope you have fun regardless." He smiled. Miko gave a laugh and waved him away. Instead of leaving, Mr. Pax took a seat next to her on the couch. "How about we look together? Maybe we can find something you like. Or at the very least something you can edit to fit your style." How could Miko refuse? It wasn't every day she got 1-on-1 time with Best Dad!

Hours passed with them just...looking at dresses. Short ones, long ones, ugly ones, expensive ones. Till, finally, they found it. A knee-length, off-shoulder, black cocktail dress. With a silver detail on the waist. It was a decent price, and Miko could already see every edit that could be done to make it hers. SHe gave Mr. Pax a tight hug before writing down the link to go back to later. Once she got home and back to her own computer that is.

Mr. Pax repeated the process with Jack and, suprisingly, Raf. He thought nothing of it. He was helping his kids students pick out some decent clothes for an importent event. It was the least he could do. Esspecailly with the war dragging them into places and senarios they had no buisness being in.

Before they knew it, Prom was right around the cornor. Mr. Pax was in his classroom grading some papers for the math teacher. When a knock at his door brought him out of his trance. It was Ms. Summer. The science teacher. He opened the door.

"Hello Ms. Summer, can I help you?"

"Yes. You see Mr. Pax, I have a date next weekend." "That's great!" "It is... except I suck at scheduling and our date is at the same time as Prom. I was wondering if you could chaperone in my place?"

Mr. Pax was taken aback. He was not expecting this. "Um... sure. Why not? I don't have a lot going on anyway." He chuckled. Ms. Summer gave him a big smile. "Oh thank you, Mr. Pax! You have no idea how much this helps!" Ms. Summer exclaimed.

Back at base later that day, the children were all talking about their prom plans. "I have some money for bowling if you guys are interested." Jack offered. "Bowling sounds nice," Raf replied. Optimus glances over at the children, trying to hide a smile. He failed. "Hey Boss, you're gonna be there. Right?" Miko suddenly asks. Optimus, now very confused, turns to her. "You...want me at Prom with you all?" The three of them looked at him like he was stupid. In that moment, he was. "Of course, we want you there! You're our favorite!" Raf's words sent warmth through Optimus's spark. He smiled "Then you will be happy to know that Ms. Summer has asked me to chaperone Prom in her wake." Immediately the children started hopping and cheering. "Just because Prom is coming up doesn't mean you all get to skip out on Homework. Miko." She gave him a look of fake offence, before laughing and returning to celebrating with Jack and Raf. Optimus gave a small chuckle and went back to his duties.

Before they knew it, Prom was here. Mr. Pax stood near the door to the building. Glad in a, rather beautiful , black suit. Red flower details covered the suit jacket from top to bottom. Even the tie had red flowers on it! Making it look a lot more expensive then it was. Being a hologram and all.

Prom went, surprisingly, well. The children had fun. Their classmates had enthusiastic reactions to Mr. Pax being there. Except Vince. For obvious reasons. Miko had taken the dress and added spikes, pink and green mesh, and had taken a knife to the skirt. While Jack and Raf were in a blue and yellow suit, respectively.

That was, until Prom got raided by US soldiers. They evacuated everyone from the building. As Mr. Pax was dragged outside by a soldier, he saw what caused the commotion. Even from a distance he could tell they were Deceptions. Three of them. Flying straight toward him. Threatening his students.

He tried to calm down. He really did. He helped get his students to safety. He got as many personal items as he could carry. Nearly punched a soldier. Nearly. He held himself back don’t worry. Blasts of Energon rained down on the building. Chunks fell off. Rubble caught fire. A couple light fixtures exploded.

As the last of his students was taken away by soldiers. Optimus finally let himself take out his anger. Returning to his bi-pedal form, he fired three shots. Each one took out a wing on each con. As the Cons fell from the sky Optimus grabbed them. With the strength of a thousand suns he, as Miko would describe, cracked them like glow sticks. Then threw each one toward the horizon.

When the cons returned they looked like they had been through Kaon. Shaking and rattling like newsparks. As they relaid the story Megatron could feel his spark freeze. Optimus did this? When did he get so violent? Even Soundwave shivered at the story.

Back at the Autobot base, Optimus held Raf, Jack, and Miko close to his spark. Literally. He refused to set them down for longer then necessary. They were still in their, now destroyed, prom clothes. Shaking and crying. Though you didn’t hear that from me. Eventually the day caught up to the and they fell asleep, still in Optimus’s hand. Going into his room, he layed there. His kids sleeping on his chest, close to his spark.

#transformers prime #transformers #my fic #crack fic #jack darby #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #prom #fanfic

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kyleoreillylover · 8 months

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Ryan Bergara x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Summary: What’s it like being best friends with Ryan Bergara?

A/N: In my Ryan mood and I can’t resist not writing him anymore! I barely see any Ryan x reader fanfics so I had to write one myself!

If you were not already a Boogara, he would absolutely do anything to try and convince you to become one.

Sends you videos and calls you at 3 am to share “evidence” that he had.

“Ryan, I am trying to sleep!”

“I’m sorry, I just needed to show this to you before I forgot to!”

You forward the videos to Shane and he always responds either with a “😂” emoji or just full on making fun of Ryan.

It is funny either way.

Shane is your shared best friend.

He likes to tease you and Ryan.

But he loves when you gang up on Ryan with him.

And you both tease him.

Ryan acts like he hates it but he secretly loves that both his best friends get along and are besties 🥹🥹

Shane sees you like an annoying loving sister.

Ryan is definitely the more protective out of the two of you.

You are super chill, and one thing everyone can agree on is that you are one of the sweetest people ever.

But it does lead to you letting people walking over you sometimes.

But you have Ryan!! And he does not let that happen. He doesn’t hesitate to step in and check a bitch if he sees you uncomfortable.

He hates seeing the people he cares about being hurt or treated like crap.

When you are with Ryan you both feed into each other’s recklessness. You might be calm and chill, but when you are with him, it is like all your fears go away and you can let go of responsibilities and common sense!

It also helps that you trust each other with your life, so you know the other would never lead you to getting hurt.

It does lead into both of you doing stupid shit, though that Shane makes fun of you for.

One time you convinced him to do the handcuffed for 24 hour’s challenge for a video, and you both lost the key within an hour 😭

You are also the scriptwriter for Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher, so Ryan sometimes will come to your house with the both of you and staying up late until 2 am searching for information about a case/ location and cracking stupid jokes

You once woke up to him laying on top of you, you in his arms and laptops and papers scattered across the desks, and your legs tangled together and him snoring in your ear.

You grabbed your phone, took a picture, posted it on your story maybe knowing the internet would explode, then snuggled into him and went back to sleep.

You are not on camera that much, usually you are behind it with the crew, but Ryan begs you to at least do the Postmortems/Debriefs with him and Shane.

You are hesistant at first, what is the fans don’t like you? Or they think that you are trying to get in between the ghoul boys?

Ryan assures you that they will love you.

And he is right!

They end up loving you and your dynamic with Ryan and Shane!!

Which gives you the confidence to go with them to ghost and crime sites.

Every time Ryan felt anxious and fearful, he would look at you and see you behind the camera and that makes him feel 1000 times better.

And if it got to the point that he was freaking out and panicking(like that ep where Ryan was laying on the floor and Shane was trying to comfort him) you’d get out from behind the cameras and hug and comfort him.

Because you can’t stand to see him like that

“Breathe Ryan, you’re good. You’re safe. Just breathe.”

If you were staying at a haunted hotel, if everyone was sleeping in separate rooms, he’d FaceTime you the whole night

There’s no way in hell he’d sleep through the night, and Shane would make fun of him if he called hum throughout the night

You didnt even have to talk to each other, your presence was enough for him

He’d wake you up randomly though if he thought he heard something in his room 💀

“Y/N! Y/N, Are you awake??”

You groggily woke up, moving your phone away from your ear at Ryan’s screams.

“What?? What happened?”

“…”

You let out a sigh at his silence. “It was your shadow, wasn’t it?”

“…..Maybe? But I swear I thought I saw something move!”

You rolled your eyes at the camera. “Go to sleep Ryan.” You ignored his voice as you went back to sleep.

The internet ships you guys a lot

They tend to do that with most male and female friendships online tbh

And it doesn’t help that the both of you can’t help but be naturally affectionate to one another.

Whether it’s wrapping an arm around the others shoulder, jumping on Ryan, scaring him and forcing asking him to give you piggyback rides and him throwing you onto his shoulder as revenge, the fans will eat up every moment.

You guys just find it hilarious 😭 It becomes a game between you guys to try and make the fans go insane 😭😭

You guys are honest with each other all the time and are open books with each other. If you are feeling down, he can tell just tell, no matter how hard you try. If someone is not good for Ryan, you will straight up tell him. He trusts your judgment because he knows it’s coming from a place of love and you rarely steer him in the wrong direction.

You tried to teach him to cook once and he almost burned your house down 😭 So he just randomly comes to your house to eat your food because he swears your cooking is the best.

Makes fun of your height. You're taller than him? It doesn't matter, your still getting attacked lol. You're shorter than even? Even worse for you, you can't make fun of him at all without him calling you a dwarf at least once.

He is a gymhead (He's not Biceps Bergara for nothing) and makes you go with him all the time. He claims you need to get stronger in case someone tries to attack you but you think it's cause he likes to see you suffer.

You take the ugliest pictures of him known to existence. He tries to delete them but you just keep getting more (Shane sends a lot to you but Ryan doesn't need to know that)

Acts like he hates your music taste to annoy you but secretly loves it

He drives you everywhere because you are quite literally the worst driver he has ever seen.

"Slow down, slow down, you almost hit that car!"

"It's not my fault they were in the way!"

"The light turned red and it was their turn!"

You force him to do Tiktok dances with you, and he's surprisingly not that bad at them?!! 😭

Whenever one of you needs comfort, no words are needed. You just wrap each other in your arms, the hugs and comforting presence silencing the outside world for as long as you both want.

All in all, Ryan would be a loving, playful best friend who holds you and your friendship close to his heart. He'd do anything for you to see you happy, he would make fun of you ( he is the only one allowed to do that) but would defend you in that same breath if anyone messed with you. He is truly grateful for you, and even though you guys joke and make fun of each other all the time, he makes sure you know it every single day.

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yourlocalwriterandreader3451 · 1 month

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"You are what was missing, kid."

This is a fun little AU for "The Runt" that me and @slutforsnow talked about last night.

This one-shot includes an OC that does not belong to me, but rather belongs to the person I mentioned just now ^^^^

(I can't remember where I got the gif from, it's been downloaded on my laptop for a while but from what I can remember it was google?)

This one-shot is also heavily based off of a scene in Instant Family

Laurie was a kid from the foster care system that Violet and Billy have been fostering for almost a year. In recent months, Laurie has been re-connecting with her biological mother ever since she got out of rehab and has been trying to persue reunification.

And the court determined that it was safe for Laurie to go back home and live with her mom again. Even though Billy and Vi were both crushed for many reasons, one of them being that they were not able to read their newer court statement that they had written about Laurie. But, they also couldn't help but feel happy for the young girl, she had been through so much and she truy did deserve this.

The day Laurie was to go home came, and the girl found herself waiting by the front door eagerly when Violet and Billy approached her with somber looks on their faces.

"Hey," Vi said, sitting on the arm of the couch as Laurie turned to look at her.

"Hi," Laurie said back, also smiling a little bit. Laurie was also heartbroken to be leaving the couple that had been caring for her for almost exactly a year. But at the same time, she was overjoyed to be reunited with her mama.

"We wanted to give you the new court statement that we couldn't read, just so that you have it," Billy began as he handed Laurie a folded piece of paper. The little red-headed girl took the note, looking at the folded paper.

"Yeah...," Laurie's voice trailed off when she heard the sound of a car pulling up and she looked at the door, noticing a car stopping in front of the house she had called home for a long time. "Mom's here."

Laurie grabbed her duffel bag and slung it over her shoulder before she opened the front door and walked outside with Vi and Billy trailing off behind her. Two women climbed out of the car, Laurie knew them as Elizabeth and Michelle - the two people who were in charge of finding her placements and such.

But there was no sign of Laurie's mother.

"Are you guys just picking me up?," Laurie asked as she approached the two women, who both looked very upset and empathtic. "Where's mom?" Laurie had a sinking feeling in her stomach as her movements slowed.

Billy and Vi immediately knew what had happened by the looks on the women's faces. This couldn't be good, at all

"She was supposed to meet us but she didn't show up," Michelle said carefully. "We got worried so we went to check on her and she said to tell you that she was very ashamed and that she was sorry. She said she can't do it."

"But that doesn't make any sense - she filled out all of the paperwork," Laurie denied, her voice shaking a little bit as she glanced between the women. "She said that she could do it why would she..."

"Lauren, she said that you were the one who filled out the paperwork," Elizabeth explained.

"Okay, maybe I was there when it was being helped but why does that matter?," Laurie argued .

"She said that it felt like she was being forced to do something she wasn't up for," Elizabeth told her.

"No." Tears blurred the 13-year-old's vision as her voice cracked. "That isn't right - she's ready - I know she is - just... just let me talk to her and.. and I can go home..." Tears dripped down the child's cheeks as a full on breakdown threatened to take place.

"I'm sorry, Lauren. But while we were talking to her, her pupils were wider than saucers. She's using the meth again, honey," Michelle told her empatheticaly. "She's not coming for you, baby."

Billy and Vi exchanged looks, both of them felt absolutely horrible for the poor girl in front of them.

Laurie felt like her entire heart shattered into a million pieces as she realized her mother had chosen drugs over her once again. She looked back at Billy and Vi with a small sob before she took off like a rabbit down the street, quietly sobbing as she ran. She could hear Billy and Vi running after her, calling out for her but she didn't look back. She just kept on running until she came to the park, climbing the large weeping willow tree.

"Laurie," Billy called, staring up into the tree and at the crying teen who sat on a tall branch.

"Please just go away, you're not my real parents," Laurie hiccuped, sobs wracking her body as she hid her face.

"You're right, we're not your real mother and father. But we are here," Vi said, hoping to talk the teenager down from the tree. "And we love you."

"Wha...?," Laurie whispered, somewhat scoffing as she wiped her tear stained face. "No you don't. You don't even know a single thing about me. I'm just another mouth to feed."

"Laurie, honey...," Vi said, "We do know you. We know how scared you are of pigeons, but weirdly enough still throw bread crumbs for them and call us to rescue you when they surround you. We know how you sometimes struggle with reading. And we know that you use your drawings as a form of self expression and how it feels for you to be in the system. We know how you keep track of the weird things your friends say via the notes app on your phone."

"And we know that the most important thing in the world to youis family and reducing the poaching of Sumatran tigers," Billy jumped in. Laurie didn't move from her spot in the tree, their words only making the tears flow harder as she realized that this couple below her has done more for her in a year than her mother did for her whole life. "And Vi and me know that there is a lot that we still need to get to know about you, kid, but if you think we can't handle you, or that we won't be able to handle the scary stuff. We can. We can handle them and we love you, Laurie."

"Stop saying that, please just stop saying that, please," Laurie sobbed, huggging her knees as she continued to cry. "Please just leave me alone, guys, please just go."

Vi and Billy exchanged looks, realizing that what Laurie needed right now was space. They walked away and sat at a bench, waiting for the kid to calm down.

Laurie did eventually come down, slowly approachig them. Dried tears staining her cheeks as the couple stood up.

"I did some thinking," Laurie began, her voice still shaky from the crying. "And I think that what's best is that I ask Michelle and Elizabeth for another placement, because I know the little kids were more of what you were looking for when you got into this and -"

"No," Billy cut in firmly.

"Billy, I know that you feel real fucking sorry for me right now, but -," Laurie began, only to be cut off again.

"It has nothing to do with what just happend, Laurie," Vi told her, "Where's the court statement Billy gave to you?"

Laurie hesitated for a moment before she pulled the paper from her pocket, unfolding it as Vi pointed to a specific passage on the statment. "Read that."

Laurie inhaled shakily, feeling another onslaught of tears coming up as she began to read. "Laurie asked us why we did this, why did we choose to take her in? Sadly, at the time of that question. Neither of us knew the answer to that. But we do know it now. We did it because there was a missing piece in our lives and we couldn't figure out what it was." Laurie sharply inhaled as she read the next words, tears dripping down her cheeks. "It turns out, that the missing piece we were looking for was Laurie..."

By now, even Billy and Vi were getting a little bit emotional as they watched their little girl in front of them.

"Do you see now, Laurie?," Vi whispered, "You were our missing piece, kid."

Laurie sobbed, lowering the court statement as she wiped her face before hugging her foster parents, crying as she felt them return the hug. The three of them just stood there quietly, hugging each other.

Laurie had finally found the family that she deserved.

A/N:

I really hope you guys like this

Again, Vi doesn't belong to me, she belongs to my friend.

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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years

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See What You Can Take

Word Count: 2,412

Summary: Stephen believes you have been working too hard, and in moment where the stress takes over you, Stephen thinks of a way to relax you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, SMUT, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, pet names (Daddy, Kitten, Baby Girl), unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), comfort

A/N: In honor of 69 followers, here is another smut fic (since my other one has done amazing)

Your brain was melting with all the work you brought home with you. You tried to leave everything you could back at the office, something you were very good at when it came to the blip years. Those were your dark ages where the light of the Earth disappeared and everybody was shut out into new realities. Families were torn apart as parents and children disappeared. You had a bad feeling that morning, not knowing how to describe it to Stephen. You had refused to leave the Sanctum until you kissed him three times, refusing to leave him until you told him how much you loved him. You made sure to whisper in his ear about all the fun things you were thinking about doing to him later that night. You protested calling off work to do said things, telling him you had to be at work.

You wished you could have been late that day. You should have just stayed with him for a few more minutes. You had no idea that the world was going to change in an instant, or that you would lose Stephen. Thankfully, you had Wong to help you see what it was that you couldn't control. He had offered to teach you about the mystic arts, thinking it could help you connect more to Stephen. You did try, and your work suffered for it.

Everything was reversed in 2023, the world returned to what it had been previously. People were reunited with loved ones, families were whole again, and lovers were returned to their loving arms. That was the case with you and Stephen. The reunion was sweet, hot, and messy. Wong had stayed at Kamar-Taj while you and Stephen had the whole Sanctum to yourselves. It was odd how that memory came to you when you were focusing on your work. Remembering the returning embrace as his arms wrapped around your body. How you melted into his form. He was battle-worn and had seen better days, though, after a couple of hours of resting, you kept your promise to him. You did everything you told him you were going to do, and more.

Taking in a deep breath, you stood up, shutting the laptop closed. Stephen had been in the same room as you, reading some book he had borrowed from the Kamar-Taj library. He peeked up from his book, watching as you stretch your arms. "I would be surprised if you didn't crack the screen." He spoke, setting the book down in his lap. "What's on your mind?"

You had turned to Stephen, crossing your arms over your chest as your rear end leaned against the desk. You gently shook your head, "I'm trying to figure that out myself." You spoke.

He didn't know you to be like this, even when you were frustrated. He grew concerned for you. "Did I do something to piss you off?" He asked you.

There it goes, the moment you were waiting for, the moment when he made everything about himself. "Not yet, but the night is still young." You replied.

Stephen looked down at his lap, his thoughts beginning to race about what could be wrong with you. He looked up at you, one eyebrow raised. "So, it's a crime to ask what's wrong?" His tone had been different, almost the one he used when he was upset. Stephen never got angry with you, just upset. It was usually a misunderstanding, which is what was going on now.

You shook your head, bringing a hand up to your face, wiping the side of it. You took a couple of moments before you spoke. "I'm sorry. Nothing is making sense for me right now, and I didn't help myself by getting behind on my work." Straightening yourself up, you uncrossed your arms, beginning to walk back over to where he was at. "You know I didn't mean to imply anything. I'm sorry."

Stephen observed you, watching as you had decompressed for a moment. Once you informed him about what was going through your mind, his body language relaxed. It was a good thing too, he didn't want you to be mad at him. "What have I told you about apologizing?" He asked you, a flirty tone to his voice. Stephen had a feeling about what it was that you needed. How you had been walking up to him had been one of the clues. The way you had shifted your tone was another. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to the potential next events.

You had walked up to him, bending over to be on his eye level. It was amazing how you two got along, a mystery to your friends. "I'm sorry, Daddy" You spoke before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

You and Stephen had a minor age gap, less than ten years wasn't bad. He had been good for you compared to the others you had dated. He learned much about you, as you had learned much about him. Your friends would often express to you how seeing somebody older than you may not have been the best thing. All they knew about Stephen was that he was a neurosurgeon who had a career-ending accident. Now, he working on a research paper, doing everything he can to help people without holding a scalpel. That's all they had to know about him as far as you were concerned.

Stephen captured your chin between his thumb and finger, stealing a kiss from you. You had parted your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth, wrestling with yours.

While having his lips preoccupied with yours, your hands found the book that was in his lap, pushing it off onto the floor. Stephen had let your tongue and lips free, peppering kisses along your jawline. You laughed quite a bit, so it was no surprise when a giggle escaped your mouth. His touch was electrifying to you, waking up all of the nerve endings that were not normally stimulated. "Wanna have some fun?" You asked him, your back beginning to strain from bending over in front of him.

You watched as he wiggled a little in his seat, sitting in one of the couches of the room. He pulled his lips away from your skin, his other hand resting on the side of your face. "I am, only if you are." He spoke.

You stole another quick kiss from him before crashing down to your knees. Your hands made quick work of loosening his pants up. Once freed up, you pulled his member out from his boxers. He had already been firm which made you wonder how long he had been waiting on any clues from you or if you had been in the mood. Thankfully, you were in the mood. One of his hands laced a crown in your hair as you kissed the length of his shaft. His body was giving way around you, his feet tapping and shifting. You had rubbed your thumb over the tip as you heard him give a little moan, sweet music to your ears.

You wasted no more time, taking him into your mouth. You had bobbed your head, pulling him in and out in a slow pattern. He loved the sounds that came from you when he hit the back of your throat. His grip would loosen and tighten as you worked him up. Letting him go for a few breaths, you pressed more kisses to him, your tongue running up and down his member. You looked up at him, his eyes were closed then, watching his chest rise and fall as he rode a high. You smirked before sucking on his tip, your hands rubbing around him in circles. The noises he made were gratifying to you. You had him all the way in your mouth when he released, the warm and thick slick filling your mouth.

You let go of him again, wiping your mouth on the bottom of your shirt. Stephen had been panting then, his hands cupping your face. He made you look at him before you stood up, bending your knees to sit on him. You had straddled him on the couch as he recovered. His arms were wrapped around your lower back, yours snaking around his neck. You pressed a kiss to his forehead at the same time he kissed at the delicate skin of your neck, sending chills down your spine. "So quiet on me now, sir?" You asked him, looking down at him and brushing his hair back.

As his lips were pressed against your neck, you could feel a low growl escape from him. "We're just getting started, baby girl."

Another giggle escaped your lips before he pulled up on your shirt. The fabric coming up broke your kiss, lifting your arms up in the air as he ripped the shirt off of you. Once his hands were free from the fabric, his fingertips trailed down your sides, igniting the nerve endings on your rib cage and torso. Stephen was a delicate lover, knowing all the sensual parts of you. Your hips rolled against him again, eliciting a growl from his throat before he fumbled with the skirt you were wearing. You stood up on your knees, helping him to bring your skirt up. "Luckily for you, I was prepared." You had whispered against his ear, your lips barely touching his ear.

His hands reached down to pinch at the fabric of your underwear, shocked to find you hadn't been wearing any. "How long have you been like this, Kitten?"

Your hands were nestled on either side of his lower neck, your thumbs on his throat and your pinkies resting on his shoulders. "All day." The words escaped your lips before you felt his fingers ghost over your core, bringing a soft sigh from you. He smiled at the sounds, feeling you being to crumble under his touch. You pressed your lips to his jaw, then his cheek. Craning your neck back, you felt him pull his hand away before pressing you down onto his member, slowly pulling you on top of him. The couch squeaked at your movements, Stephen gripping your hands and pulling you down while your hands stayed rested on his neck and shoulders and you slid down.

Stephen's lips captured yours in his as he assisted you in bouncing on him, his grip on your hips getting tighter. Your chest was pressed against his, the both of you panting in rhythm together. You had to break the kiss away, pressing your forehead against his shoulder, your hands beginning to drop to his sides, your fingertips holding him gently in your hold. The both of you set a steady pace, relying on the other to guide you to the next step. Stephen still wanted to have control, but even he knew when not to push certain limits.

His hips bucked up into you, bringing a moan from you. It filled the room, bouncing off of the walls. "That's right, just like that." Stephen cooed, feeling sweat begin to dribble from his forehead. One hand reached up to wrap around your back, his hand resting on your shoulder blade as he held you even tighter. You could feel him through your abdomen, pressing up into you where you liked it the most. He was the only one who even made your legs shake, as they were beginning to now. "Going weak on me now, baby girl?"

All you could do was bite your lower lip as you shook your head, the both of you slipping into the urge of needing each other. You began to bounce a little quicker, feeling him feed into your needs. Feeling almost as if you could bite your lip off, you pressed your lips lazily to his skin. Your tongue traced circles on his neck, nibbling at the soft skin. You could feel yourself begin to reach your high, your breath catching in your chest.

Stephen's hand on your hip began to move, roaming to your backside. He had readjusted his hold on you, his hand beginning to cramp from where he held your thigh. "Just say my name. Tell me who you want the most. Who you need the most." His voice was pitched a little lower, feeling the effects of the oxytocin being released in both of your bodies.

You found it hard to speak, euphoria taking hold of your body. Yet, it wasn't impossible. "St-Stephen... Stephen!"

Stephen and Y/n had been so in tune with each other, reaching their highs together, releasing their build-up at the same time. Riding each other out through the release, you could feel your body melt into his hold. He pressed kisses to the side of your face, moving your hair out of the way. "That's right, good girl," he whispered. His hold on you during your fun time had been an aggressive hold, now it felt passionate and soft.

He left you catch your breath before slowly moving the two of you, wrapping you up in his arms. He made sure you were covered up before walking out of the room towards your bedroom, the one you shared with him for a couple of years now. "You deserve some rest, Y/n"

"Rest means slowing down, why would I want to do that?"

He walked down the hallway, reaching your bedroom, He opened up the door, your hands wrapped around his neck as he carried you. "Copious amounts of stress is not good for the human body. You have been too hard on yourself with your work." He walked inside the room, then setting you down on the bed. "You live with me, you love me. That's enough stress for one person."

You hummed, looking up at him, your hands now resting on the cover he wrapped you in. "You are not stressful, loving you is easy." You told him, attempting to sit up.

He put his hand on your shoulder, pressing you backward. "No, I mean it. Rest." He told you before letting you go. He walked around the other side of the bed, stripping himself of all of his clothing before getting under the covers with you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. Your hands held onto his arms as he held you. "I love you, Y/n."

"I love you more."

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iamstartraveller776 · 29 days

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Not 500, but see below :P

"Oh, but Loki wasn’t ready for playtime to be over yet. He hurried to the door ahead of Jane, opening it hardly more than a crack to imply that his companion had to make herself presentable.

“Looking for your friend?” he asked the dark-haired girl in the hallway.

“Whoa! You’re actually kind of hot,” she said, sizing him up with the same kind of annoying interest the others had shown him earlier.

He gave her a wry smile. “Shocking, I know. But you’ve come for Jane.” He nudged the door all the way open and said conspiratorially, “She’s been keeping me company.”

Jane’s friend gasped as her gaze flicked between the two of them, very obviously drawing the conclusion he’d intended.

He let out a sigh. “It’s a pity we were interrupted when things were getting really fun.” To Jane, he gave a forlorn expression. “I suppose you have to leave now.”

She was gearing up to deny everything by the wild glint in her eyes, and on impulse, he took her face in both hands and drew her up to him for a kiss. He’d only meant to shut her up and perhaps lend weight to the misconceptions he’d been seeding, but damn. When she forgot herself and relaxed into him, tilting her head just the right way, he was tempted to slam the door shut on her friend and have a good snog. Who knew the teacher’s pet had it in her?

But despite his every instinct to deepen the kiss, he broke apart from her. Because—yes, that. The glazed-over look she gave him, rosy lips parted in an absolute stupor. That was worth cruelly ending their interlude too early.

“I’ll see you on Monday, then,” he said with another wistful sigh as he stepped back from her.

She nodded numbly, staggering as her friend dragged her out of the room. It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hall that he realized she still had something of his. A wondrously horrible idea came to him as he leaned out of the doorway.

“Oh, and Jane!” he called after her loudly, making sure to get the attention of everyone milling about nearby. “You can borrow my books any time you want.” He winked at her horrified expression before shutting the door and succumbing to another fit of laughter.

Finally something new. And he was only getting started."

Ah, yes! A New Kind of Fun. I had to switch over to my laptop to answer. (Because I hate typing longer things on my phone, lol.)

When I started Rumor Has it, what, 8 or so years ago, it was initially just an answer to a writing challenge—where I had to include four words given to me. It was only ever meant to be a little ficlet that went nowhere, and I don't recall how it grew to be a much longer story. But one thing has always remained true: even though it's written entirely in Jane's POV, I know why Loki does everything he does in it. In the back of my mind, there's always a version of events from his POV.

So, when I got your prompt ("Trouble" by Natalia Kills), it fit the vibe of Loki's choices in that first chapter. From Jane's POV, it appears that this whole exchange was purely a happenstance, that he was flying by the seat of his pants the entire time. We aren't sure if he felt anything with that kiss, even. Was he drunk? Had he intended it to be a silly little one-off then thought better of it over the weekend?

So yeah, here we have his POV. And while it was a happy accident for him to find Jane in his room, we learn that she has been on his radar already at least a little bit. We learn that it's here that he decides that he's not done with her after his shenanigans. And yep, he liked that kiss. But overall, the game is, at this point, what matters most to him. He can snog any number of girls. Messing with Jane Foster, though? That's far more interesting to him. In a way, she's been a challenge for him (academically), and now he's found a way to return the favor.

It was a lot of fun to write this from his POV. It's been my goal in RHI to keep some of his motivations a mystery to both Jane and the reader, and dole them out little by little. And it's only because of the seven chapters I've already posted that I felt comfortable sharing this version of the inciting incident without spoiling the overall story. We already know that he wasn't keen on his family's move to the States and he didn't have a high opinion of American girls thanks to his conversation with Thor in Hal's diner. We already know that he has a complicated relationship with his brother. We already know he is super aware that being wealthy doesn't equate to happiness thanks to his conversation with Jane at the butte. Perhaps here I revealed more clearly how much he puts on a front. But we've kinda already seen that with his private moments with Jane, when he lets the mask slip a little.

Anyway, I'm rambling, lol. Thank you again for playing!

Send me a 500 word or less snippet of one of my stories, and I'll give you a dvd commentary on it!

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ari--anon · 3 months

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Hi! Big fan of your writing! If it’s not too much to ask:

How do you keep track of the small details you add in your writing? Especially the mega master writings. I find myself not writing for a while and struggling to remember or find the small infinitesimal detail I may or may not have mentioned - in order to keep coherency.

Hi, thank you :D

There's two way I keep track of details. First off, (and this saved me many times), I have a beta reader (friend of mine) who will often remember stuff I don't, and point it out in scenes where bringing that detail up would be plausible, or even if I completely contradicted something I've written before

Then I usually make a note of things that I should keep track of in a separate document, which is sort of a place where I dump all my chapter ideas. It doesn't have to be anything complicated, just a quick mention like "remember x!"

For example, me and my beta reader will often make rudimentary floorplans for rooms the characters will spend a lot of time in. These are made in ms paint and are really ugly, but I always come back to them to see where the characters are in relation to the room. (Plus this is a good way to initially really visualize the room!)

Or before I'm writing, I will make a really simple list of information to every character, and I will update it as I go. This includes stuff like age and important bits of appearance that stray from the norm, and then a sentence that describes the core of their character. You could do something similar with the chapters as you're writing them, so you'll always have an up-to-date list.

I know that taking notes is not for everyone, though, so this might not be good advice. Everyone has their own system that they need to crack, and I'm certainly still trying to settle into mine. Maybe, if notes aren't working for you, you could try to do it in a more visual way.

Like, if they pick up an item in chapter 4 that you want the character to use from then on, but you have trouble remembering, you could take a sticky note, write 'chapter 4' on top, and draw that item, and keep it close to your computer/laptop/writing paper. (Or if you write on your phone, I know that many notes apps have a function to draw on them too. It doesn't have too look pretty, you just have to know what it is! Like drawing a letter on your hand to remember something you need to do later)

If it's more abstract things, like a string of thought a character had that you think a character should hold onto for the story, this might get a bit more difficult, but I think that if you draw something related to it (even if it's just a thought bubble or something), you will most likely remember what it meant, even if vaguely.

But this is all stuff you do before, or during writing. I know this bit is difficult, especially when you've written A LOT but I guess the easiest way to keep track is to just read through it again.

But it's really important to remember that it's fine to go back and fix stuff! That's the fun part of posting online. If it's a matter of if a dress was white or red, and nothing you considered worth writing down (we can't put everything down after all) then I assure you, the minority of readers will catch if you change that up.

I'm currently going through iawwc again before posting the last chapter, because I'm looking out for exactly those type of details that might've gone under as I've been writing. Especially in those mega works that take a while to read and write, readers will often not notice if you changed a past chapter up so that it fits your current stand of things. So don't worry too much about this. Oftentimes when a detail went under, it probably wasn't that important in the first place, and can easily be cut out/changed.

I hope this helped, and thank you sm for your ask!

#asks <3 #i do hope it helps but everyone has their own way going about things #if you ask different authors they will give you wildly different answers

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gaydennisreynolds · 1 year

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For the Sunny ask thingy if you have time! questions 3, 5, 11, 17 and 19

3 - favorite singing moment

wind beneath my wings IMMEDIATELY sprang to mind, of course, but im sooo soft for the gang just sitting around the bar singing together. like at the end of the gang goes jihad or in the gang gets quarantined...it's about the friendship, baby! it just really shows how much they enjoy each others company and how much fun they really have together, even though most of their on-screen interactions depict a group of people subjecting each other to psychological horrors beyond human comprehension

11 - favorite meme from the show

this is impossible to pick. but i do find myself going "twOoOoO waRrRs?!" a lot. pepe silvia charlie day dot jpeg is a staple reaction image. i mentally picture dennis throwing the mac and cheese plate in the hallway whenever someone hands me something i don't want to be holding. my wife and i, instead of saying no to each other like normal people, go NO! NO! NO! NO! like mac does to carmen in mac fights gay marriage. iasip isn't just a meme mom its a way of life ok

17 - what is it about the show that hooked you?

i was introduced to iasip at a very dark time in my life and it was just. So Nice. to watch in the throes of despair because it's so off the wall funny and impossible not to laugh out loud at, but also because i'm not jealous of these people's lives. yeah sure sometimes it makes me want more friends but they aren't living successful dream lives in some magical city where love is around every corner they are losers who are trapped in a hell of their own making. it's like commiserating: the show. plus, you can rotate the characters around in your head like a microwave due to their various and sundry traumas, ailments, and defects, which gives a nice distraction from the horrors

19 - if you had the skill/talent/time to create any content you wanted, what would you want to make?

i want to finish all my fic wips :((( i love mac and dennis and if you guys could read my crack bender fic you would LOVE IT i swear and it's all written inside my stupid baka head i just can't get it to come out right on the page. also i'd love to learn how to make video edits, i have so many good ideas but no time/energy to figure out how to edit videos on this laptop </3

i would also write more meta posts. but my job breaks my brain. i don't want to doxx myself but i work in a caring profession and after being "on" all day for clients i find it really hard to put my whole brain-ussy into psychoanalyzing characters EVEN THOUGH I REALLY WANT TO

5 answered in another ask <33 thank you for sending!!

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ginny-lily · 2 years

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7, 23, 32 for the writing asks

Thank you, Nella 🤗

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

I guess being able to live in another world for a while. To see through the eyes of another person and, ideally, to get lost so deep in the story that I forget everything around me. When I don't have to think about what I'm going to write next and I don't see the screen or feel the keyboard anymore. I told Älice once that I sometimes get "writer's high" (you know, like runner's high) and I love it so much!

"for in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own" except it's writing, not dreaming^^

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture

Alright, he we go *cracks knuckles * I actually need a very specific environment to write in, so this is a really good question! First, I always light a scented candle. The smell isn't important but the vibes must fit 🙈😂 Then I have a loooong playlist of "ambient study music" (very important: no singing!) and here it really matters which one I pick, because that directly influences the tone of the scene I'm writing. I often wear headphones to really immerse myself in the music and to block out any other sounds. I usually write in the evening/at night because it's cool and dark and people are less likely to disturb me. I turn my phone off or put it as far away from me as possible (sometimes in another room or into a drawer) and if other people are in the house I tell them not to talk to me unless it's a real emergency. I have a special keyboard for writing for my PC but I still prefer my laptop keyboard because it doesn't make any noise. And I try to clear everything off my desk and always use Scrivener in full-screen-mode. Oh, and I also put my watch where I can't see it, so I don't look at it^^

I think that’s everythinng? xD

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Oof, that’s a hard one 🙈 There are lots of lines from books I really love....probably a Dumbledore quote though... “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light”?^^

This was fun! 😊❤

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xxmolls · 3 months

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A song I wrote called “Sammy.”

I wrote this song the summer I turned 18, right after I graduated high school (2008).

My mom took me on a trip to visit some family friends in Seattle. Their house was right on Lake Washington.

I wasn’t sick yet (that would happen the next summer), and my brain was on some kind of manic creative binge. I was constantly writing songs at that point in my life. I heard lyrics in every conversation, and I always needed a musical instrument nearby to transcribe a melody running through my head. I was frequently writing songs in my dreams (though I’d usually forget them when I woke up).

On this trip to Seattle, I was worried about being away from my guitar for too long. The summer before, I had found an acoustic Gibson Southern Jumbo Deluxe from 1973 in a local pawn shop and used all the money I’d saved from my summer job to buy it. It had some cosmetic cracks on it, which made it a “player’s guitar” and significantly lowered the price to where a high schooler like me could afford it. I hated being away from it for too long. It felt like an extension of my own body. I loved it so much that I had even fallen asleep clutching it to my chest before.

Because I sure as hell didn’t trust the airline with my guitar, I had to go to Seattle without it. In its place, our family friends let me use an acoustic guitar they had bought from Walmart years ago while I was staying at their house. I think i remember it having nylon strings. It may have technically been a classical guitar. I had also just bought a mac laptop for my first year of college, and I was obsessed with Garage Band.

I spent much of our trip to Seattle in their basement writing songs on that shitty Walmart guitar and recording demos on Garage Band (I sound like a real fun guest, I know). The whole time I was looking out their back door and seeing Lake Washington.

I wrote “Sammy” during my time as their basement troll (or Trull, maybe I should say…). I used a lot of imagery from what I was seeing out their back door. The moody country vibe of the music was probably inspired by that scenery too.

I wanted to use a two-syllable name in the chorus, and I remember having a discussion with my mom that I needed a gender neutral name. My reasoning at the time was I wanted to not use pronouns (besides I and you) or a gender specific name so that anyone could sing my song without having to change the words.

I think it was my mom who suggested “Sammy.”

I also drew on my recent first trip to a casino for song inspo. The legal gambling age in Washington state is 18, so we went to a nearby casino. I won 5 dollars, and immediately said “I’m done” (I also almost got arrested for cheating, but I still don’t completely understand how that happened).

I recorded a demo on my laptop a few minutes after I wrote the song, using the shitty Walmart guitar and dubbing over with some creepy ass background harmonies with the reverb turned up to 11. Later on I added some lap steel myself (even though I didn’t know how to play lap steel, but 18 year old Molly didn’t let that stop her from faking it). The resulting early demo was kind of cool, though INCREDIBLY rough. Maybe I’ll share it in the future.

This recording is from when I recorded in Austin. It features some really cool session musicians (some are family friends). I don’t like how my voice sounds on it. This may have been the trip to Austin when I unknowingly had shingles and a super sore throat. Or maybe the recording session where I had a huge goiter in my neck. I’m just gonna go with that explanation. It makes me cringe less when I listen to the recording.

I have been asked a lot “who is Sammy?” A bandmate used to tell people that Sammy is my dog.

Maybe Sammy is someone I haven’t met yet. I sure as hell am not looking for their ass when they disappear in the mountains, though. That was strictly dramatic poetic license. Sorry, future Sammies.

Here are the lyrics:

I dreamt of a place where the pine trees hang low

The lakes look like oceans and there's mountains capped with snow

I went there last night as I was driving in the dark

The casino lights finally hit their mark

I lost all my money, but I didn't care

There were hints of your shampoo lounging on the stairs

I looked for you everywhere, but it was just so dark

You were gone before I could tell you

You'd finally won my heart

Sammy, oh Sammy

quit hiding in the dark

Sammy, oh Sammy

You've finally won my heart

The pinks of the flowers all turned to blue

as I lost all hope that I'd be able to catch you

You remind me of a butterfly the way you slipped from me and fled

But you've always been out of reach

flying high above my head

I finally fell asleep one night and dreamed of you once more

I was so far from home, so tired and so poor

I took my last paycheck and lost it on a game

I went into the mountains

and cried out your name

Sammy, oh Sammy

I'm callin out your name

Sammy, oh Sammy

I've spent everything in vain

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tetrisfinished · 3 months

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the past few days

over the past few days i've been wanting to crack open my laptop and start typing out the cacophony happening in my brain. (i understand the definition of this word, i can only half guess that my use of it is correct, so if it's wrong - shut up).

but of course, now that i've finally pulled the motivation out, nothing is coming to mind. even though i've experienced some big feelings all i can recall are as follows:

wanted to spend a full post talking about how a whole year begins, middles, and ends within the month of january at the pace that this month goes through. and i'm rigtht on this, so don't fight me.

wanted to have a full fledged pity party for myself as i do so often and title it "the path to hell is paved with good intentions". i would have started it off with "...and i think i'm walking that very path right now". it was going to be such a fun, self loathing sesh. but that's out of my system in the current moment. if summoned with even a little bit of effort, it would come running back, but WE ARE ADULTS AND WE ARE MOVING PAST IT.

so yasir is coming back tomorrow.

and i'm happy about it.

let's sit with that for a moment. i want to be brutally and totally honest with myself and I don't know if that brutality lies in the "fact" that i'm genuinely happy for myself that my husband is returning or that i'm overjoyed that i won't have to see esa hurting anymore.

frankly, if either of those are true....it would be a brutal honest thing. why couldn't i just be normal and have both of them be true, you ask?

maybe [queue gasp] I AM NORMAL and both of those ARE TRUE.

but to get to the bottom of that....i'm going to take a pause. you won't obviously experience it as you read it, but future komal, i want you to know that you stopped typing, closed your eyes, and TRULY contemplated which of those 3 scenarios were the most true for you. now.

okay. i've sat with my feelings and my truth and i've thought about it. and here it is:

as people have been asking how i'm feeling and if i'm excited for yasir to be coming back tomorrow, i've been responding with "yes!", "so ecstatic", general happiness and merriment.

i've even given thought to how i will greet him. will i run up to him and give him a kiss on his forehead? but that will of course break my heart because he will immediately pull away and push me away since that's probably the most embarassing scenario that could happen to him.

will i walk up non chalantly and give him a fist bump? to spite his family because supposedly they would make so much fun of his stupid wife's pda-ing ways so that will give them something to talk about?

as you can see, the crazy juices have been running on full gear.

i think....truly, and honestly, i haven't decided. maybe there will be a lot of commotion at the airport and i'll be generally handling esa so i won't be able to react much to him returning.

but the fact is....i think i want to kiss him. and hug him. and feel him reciprocate it. i want to action these things that i know will return in sort of a heartbreak for me, because....because what? i think i'm seeking validation? i think, most of all....i'm seeking his love.

i'm seeking a feeling of knowing that he will hug me back despite how embarrassed he might feel. that he will give me the love the way i want to receive it despite that giving me something the way i want goes against every single principle that he upholds in his adult life.

so i guess the question becomes - do i really want him to hug me and kiss me back? or do i want to see that he could? am i seeking the wrong sort of love? am i seeking it for the wrong intentions?

i don't know. all i know is...i would like to experience it.

but i think 2 months - the duration of him being away - is not really a long enough time for him to show me love as if he's just seeing us against after years and years of separation.

so....here's my resolution for tomorrow. i will respectfully and happily welcome him back. i will be happy about it. but i will not show my happiness at the cost of my heartache. i will not hug him or kiss him (unless he initiates it, but do i even need to say that bit out loud?) because i don't know how much more i can continue to make myself open and vulnerable to this man who...cares for so much more beyond me and his consideration of me.

and that might sound like it's coming off resentful - and maybe it was 2 months ago when i was living it. but now, it's really just fact.

that's not to say that it won't become resentment again tomorrow or the day after or the day after.

the heart is a fickle fickle thing.

ANYWAY. that's that. now onto true and genuine feelings that i can express and i won't be broken hearted or vulnerable in expressing.

but even as i'm about to type this out, there is doubt creeping into my mind about the truthfulness of my belief. anyway. i was going to say....i will be so happy to have esa see his father tomorrow.

i've not done right by esa i think. when i got mad at him and yelled any time during the past 2 months - he asked for his baba. and how come i'm still the person carrying this guilt? i was there, i was present, i was an asshole parent who yelled at her kid but i was there goddammit. so how come this guilt isn't going away?

anyway. i'm just a big open wound over here.

i'm going to stop. i should get some sleep tonight otherwise who's going to overthink all of this tomorrow.

goodnight.

-k

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