#Pwease pwease with sugar on top?

[ofgeneticperfection]

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                   "ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇꜱꜱʙᴏᴀʀᴅ."

                       𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐑𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐣𝐨'𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭.

                                   𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

                                   𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦?

[toxycodone]

can you do a sugar daddy chil x reader (pleading) smth nsfw pwease hehehahhehehe

- xixi 🌧

ship. sugar daddy chilchuck tims x reader

content. implied age gap, sfw + nsfw, power dynamics, dilf!chilchuck

sfw

Chilchuck never meant for this happen.

Things just managed to…turn out like this, somehow. After all his travels and such, the man finally decided to settle down open up his shop.

Also…he managed to finally break things off with his wife. He expected that, I mean, women don’t just up and leave and cut contact for no reason. But it still hurt. The two of them are on good terms now, but it’s safe to say that Chilchuck had become a bit jaded to the idea of having a serious relationship any time soon.

He now focuses most of his time on his store. It’s hard work, but nothing he isn’t used to. But after a few weeks, he’s hit by the fact that he’s not as young and lithe as he used to be. keeping inventory, carrying heavy boxes, those things start to make his head and joints hurt. So, after some reflection, he finally decides to hire some help.

And that happens to be you.

You’re new. You have no real skills. You’re clumsy and a bit naive.

But Gods—you’re cute.

He was definitely thinking with his dick when he hired you, and he’s reminded by that when you ask him a simple question or make a mistake at the shop. But it’s also…really endearing. Chilchuck is almost ashamed at how giddy it makes him feel to teach you something new or correct you.

And you first start realizing how hot he is when he defends you from an unruly customer. Chilchuck doesn’t tolerate any bullshit, so when someone comes complaining he doesn’t wanna hear it—especially when it means they’re coming after you.

You guys really start to be drawn towards each other. During lulls you tell him about your life, and he steadily opens up about his own. And he realizes just how good it feels to talk about this stuff. You’re a more neutral party, and on top of that, you’re not afraid to speak your opinion, and he really enjoys that.

So chilchuck invites you out.

He picks local pubs at first. But it moves to actual restaurants, then to fancier ones…

he’s got all this cash and no one to use it on—why not his cute little employee?

When he spots you looking at a catalogue or mentioning something you want…

it’s bought. He claims he was buying for the store and “bought extra on accident” at first

But then he gets bolder. More open about these things.

Chilchuck’s sitting on a stool, reading glasses hanging off the edge of his nose as he smokes his pipe. He’s double checking stock for the evening as you’re preparing to leave. Just before you walk to the door, he speaks.

“Don’t make any plans tomorrow. We’re going to that new restaurant downtown.”

You’re shocked. That one? It’s so fancy…

”I don’t have anything to wear…”

He points to a package on the counter.

”I know, that’s why I got you that.”

It becomes so casual, Chilchuck just purchasing things for you he knows you’ll enjoy. and it helps if it’s something he can ogle at you in.

And the money? It’s not given directly really . At first he just starts claiming you deserve a raise. Or maybe a holiday bonus. Then decides it’s only fair as your employer he makes sure your rent is paid for. And groceries. And—

Basically, he’s trying not to push boundaries or make you uncomfortable. Each time he gives you anything, Chilchuck makes sure you know you don’t owe him anything for it and your time and company is enough.

but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to give him more…

nsfw

You two getting together was just as unexpected as you getting hired.

Chilchuck had been trying to keep your relationship non sexual. The most he’d accept from you is a kiss on the cheek, but then again, that’s still pretty rare.

You realized you’d have to make the advance. He wasn’t gonna force anything without your consent. And as much as you appreciated that, it annoyed you. Like, a responsible, respectful, sexy middle-aged man—how could you resist the urge to hop on his dick?

You start off teasing him at first. Lingering touches, pressing kisses to the corner of his lips, telling him he’s sexy and flirting with him constantly. You could always tell it does something to him. Chilchuck blushes and brushes you off or grumbles and distances himself from you. You work at him slowly and watch his patience dissipate with each interaction.

What does it is wearing underwear and flashing him when he’s dealing with a customer. He’s slack jawed and stunned enough the customer awkwardly asks him if he’s alright, and for the rest of the interaction Chilchuck is a blushing, stuttering mess.

When they finally leave, Chilchuck slams the door closed and locks it, before stomping over to you.

”What the hell was that?” He hisses, narrowing his eyes at you.

You just shrug and play coy. This just pisses him off more.

“I know what you’re doing. Trying to seduce me…” He growls. “You know I can’t…you’re barely older than my daughters.”

But he knows he crossed that line four ‘dates’ ago when he let you trail your hand up his thigh during dinner or sneakily stole glances at your ass in the clothes he bought you.

So Chilchuck says fuck it and closes the gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours and shoving his tongue down your throat.

”You have no idea how much I wanted this…” he whispers between kisses. “Trying to keep myself from you, preserve your innocence…I should’ve known you were a dirty slut from the start.”

You’re genuinely shocked at his mouth because holy shit?? He never speaks degradingly to you and tries his hardest to be nice…so this is new. But it makes heat rush between your thighs.

After that, it’s all over. You and Chilchuck have fucked on every surface of the store. He’ll bend you over before your shift ends (claims you owe him a bit of hip work before you can go)

he lets you suck his dick under the counter to keep him calm when annoying customers are haggling with him…literally will be arguing with his brows furrowed and all the while just petting your hair. When he finally wins and the annoying bastard leaves, Chilchuck fucks your face as a reward.

oh and after sex. He likes to toss a wad of cash at you and tell you to “buy something nice”. And when you quirk a brow and complain about how he used to be so sweet and respectful he just shrugs and goes “don’t act like a whore if you don’t wanna be treated like one”

(don’t worry, he does respect you, he’s just saying stuff like that bc the angry face you make afterwards is cute. He still will treat you to fancy dinners and stuff.)

[yourdaddyfigure]

Hai sir...I hope it's ok I call you that I didn't want to just say your name I didn't know if I was allowed *blush* that last post of yours felt like you spoke my deepest desires and made me want to do naughty things hehe any way I can have an emotional of my own? Pwease 🫶 or this🫦 if possible pretty please with sugar on top

Hello there 🫶🏼 sir is okay to use and so is Malakai 🥰 thank you for asking! Oh now I’m curious to what post you’re speaking of 👀 and oh my the naughtiest things you say 🤭 well mission accomplished 😉 they’re both available 🥰 I’ll just give you “🫦” since I use “🫶🏼” a lot 😂😂😂

[90s-belladonna]

drop your twitter @‘s I need more anime mutuals 🥺🖤

[c-e-d-dreamer]

"are you flirting with me?"

- GWYNRIEL PWEASE 🥺👉👈🥺

It took me so long to fill this prompt, and I am so sorry, but I hope you still enjoy, and thanks for sending :)

Are you flirting with me?

The first thing that hits Gwyn is the sound. The screams of excitement and the whirling of machinery floating on the wind. As they cross the parking lot, the sights start to take shape. The twinkling lights, a sea of blinking rainbow colors. The large painted banner declaring ‘Velaris County Fair’. The groups of teenagers and couples on dates and families alike all bustling about around the entrance.

A large booth is set up to the right for tickets, and their little group joins the queue. Gwyn can’t help but smile softly at the sight: Nesta curled into Cassian’s side and Emerie with Mor’s arm around her waist and hand dipped into her back pocket as they all chat to pass the time waiting. It’s nice to see her two best friends so happy and at ease. As they get closer to the front, Gwyn roots around in her bag for her wallet, letting the others go ahead of her.

“Here.”

Gwyn looks up to see Azriel standing in front of her. He’s holding out his hand, one of the bright yellow tickets between his fingers.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Gwyn tells him.

“I don’t mind,” Azriel replies, the corners of his lips twitching up in the barest hint of a smile.

Gwyn gives her thanks and takes the proffered ticket, offering Azriel a smile of her own. Their group heads inside the fair, taking a moment as they all admire the rides and booths, the bright lights and sounds and the distinct smell of fried fair food.

“Let’s find the alcohol,” Mor declares, leaping onto Emerie’s back as they go speeding off along the line of booths to the left.

“Come on, Nes! Let’s go on the tilt-a-whirl,” Cassian says, pulling Nesta by the hand to the right.

Her friends all vanish deeper into the fair and crowds, and Gwyn finds herself standing with just Azriel. He shuffles slightly in place, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Do you want to get some food?” Azriel asks after a beat of silence passes.

“Sure,” Gwyn agrees with a nod.

They turn and make their way down along the booths and food trucks stationed together in a line, dodging children running around on sugar rushes. Gwyn takes a deep breath in of all the sweet smells, following the scent of fried dough and powdered sugar until she finds the booth declaring funnel cakes. Gwyn’s stomach practically leaps in excitement at the sight and smell of it. She starts for the booth, but notices Azriel has continued walking, so she reaches out an arm, snagging her fingers around the sleeve of his jacket and pulling him toward the queue. He looks down at her in surprise, and Gwyn swears she can see the faintest dusting of pink starting to flood into his cheeks, but Azriel doesn’t say anything as they wait their turn. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for them to make it to the front.

“Don’t even think about it,” Gwyn cuts in when she notices Azriel reaching for his pocket.

“I’ve got it,” Azriel replies easily.

“You already bought my fair ticket. I’m not letting you buy this as well.”

“And as I said before, I don’t mind.”

Gwyn is about to make another retort, but Azriel is faster, handing over money to the woman working the funnel cake stand. Gwyn sends Azriel her best glare, even as the woman hands over the paper plate topped with the funnel cake, the delicious scent filling her nostrils. Gwyn holds the plate out to Azriel but he declines with a shake of his head.

“You paid for it, but you don’t want any?”

“I’m not really a fan of sweets.”

“Your loss.”

Gwyn happily eats away at the funnel cake as she and Azriel continue to walk around the fair. They pass by a booth offering the milk bottle game, and Gwyn’s eyes snag on the brightly colored bears hung around the edges of the stand, purple, blue, and pink. Azriel turns to her when he realizes she’s stopped, a confused expression pinching his brows, before he follows Gwyn’s line of sight. Once he realizes what’s caught her attention, he strides up to the attendant and hands over the money, the attendant setting down the three baseballs along the tabled edge for Azriel to try his luck.

Gwyn watches the way Azriel picks up the first baseball, tossing it gently in his hand as if testing out the weight of it. He stares down the three silver painted milk bottles stacked perfectly, hazel eyes glinting with determination. His mouth pinches slightly to the left, and Azriel takes a deep breath before he’s throwing the first baseball toward the milk bottles. It hits the stack of milk bottles square on, all three toppling over with a clatter.

The attendant raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he steps back forward. “Which prize did you want?”

“Which one did you want?” Azriel echoes, turning to Gwyn.

“Oh,” Gwyn says, taken aback by the question slightly, but then she’s turning toward the attendant who’s waiting expectantly. “Can I have the blue one please?”

The attendant nods and gets down one of the blue bears, handing it over to Gwyn. Gwyn can’t help but smile down at the stuffed bear, running her fingers through the soft fur and along the little ribbon tied around its neck.

“Thank you,” Gwyn says, turning her smile on Azriel.

“Of cour—”

“I’m the strongest man!”

Gwyn and Azriel’s eyes both snap to their left to find Cassian and Nesta walking toward them, Nesta with a bright orange stuffed monkey cradled in her arms. Cassian is flexing obnoxiously while Nesta rolls her eyes, but Gwyn doesn’t miss the small smile her friend is barely tampering down.

“I am the strongest man,” Cassian says again once they’re closer. “Only had to swing the hammer once to ring the bell.”

“You’re embarrassing is what you are,” Nesta teases him.

“Then give back the prize I won you.”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought, sweetheart,” Cassian remarks, leaning down to press a kiss to Nesta’s cheek.

Gwyn is admiring the sweet moment between her friends when her mind snags suddenly on the similarities. The very obvious, in her face similarities. How did she not see this before? She looks at the orange monkey in Nesta’s arms before her eyes dart down to the blue bear nestled between her own hands. Her eyes dance back to Azriel, but she finds him already looking at her, those intense hazel eyes almost sparkling under the bright twinkling lights of the fair.

“Do you want to go on the ferris wheel?” Azriel asks her.

Gwyn blinks a few times at the question, her mind still caught up on the realization from just a moment before, but she nods. They head toward the ride and after a few moments, settle into one of the seats. Azriel’s hands fidget before they settle in a tight grip on the metal bar draped across their laps and securing them in. The way the ride’s seats are built has them both pressed closed together, thighs and arms brushing, and Gwyn can feel Azriel’s body heat. The temptation to lean into it to help fight off the biting wind as the ferris wheel carries them higher and higher is strong, but it does bring Gwyn’s mind back to a question she needs to ask.

“Azriel,” Gwyn starts.

“Yes?”

“Are you flirting with me? Have you been flirting with me? This whole night.”

There’s a moment of silence, and Gwyn wonders if she was too blunt, if she pushed too far. At least here on the ferris wheel, he can’t run away. Gwyn glances toward him out of the corner of her eye, tries to gauge just how shocked he is by his expression, but instead she finds Azriel turned toward her. And instead of shock written across his face, he just looks… nervous. Eyes wide, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Even his grip on the safety bar has turned white knuckled.

“Is it working?” Azriel finally asks, his voice quiet. “I’ve been trying, but I wasn’t sure if it was working.”

Now it’s Gwyn’s turn to feel shock. That wasn’t exactly what she had been expecting to come out of Azriel’s mouth. She just blinks at him a few times, the cogs in her brain desperately trying to turn and catch up to what’s happening, to get her bearings straight. She realizes she’s been quiet for too long, and Azriel’s nervous expression has begun to morph into fear, and well, Gwyn can’t have that. She leans forward across the small space between them and presses her lips gently to Azriel’s. Barely a breath passes before Azriel is kissing her back, one of his hands coming up to softly cradle her jaw.

“Next time, though,” Gwyn says when she pulls away. “I expect a proper date just the two of us. Not whatever weird group date this is.”

“Deal.”

[hackercult]

mister, can you PWEASE pump up the bass? pwetty pwease wif sugar on top?

[littlepadika]

Hii, can I please just have some bebita with Javi and Steve?? Anything at all? 😭

of course bb with manners like those 💕 it just so happens i was thinkin' of Javi and Stevie today 😃while I was having my afternoon zoom juice

Warnings: DDLG poly, age regression, pure fluff

"Daddy can I have some chocky milk p'ease?" you reached up at the chocolate milk bottle high up in the fridge. Steve and Javi put such treats out of your reach.

"Sure, princess. You've been good today so I think it's okay." Steve smiled, pulling it down and handing the cold bottle to you. You clutched it between your hands as Steve got your plastic cup ready.

"Can we bwing Papi some?" You peered up at Steve. Javi had been in a meeting all day and you missed him so much. Steve kept you from going in there so you were dying to have a little peek.

"I don't think he wants milk but you can bring him his coffee."

"Whas that?"

"Coffee? It's uh-" Steve chuckled at your curious face. He had never needed to describe it before. "It's a drink that helps daddies concentrate and get work done. Makes our brains go faster."

"Like zoomies?" You asked, wondering if it was like when you had too much sugar.

"Yeah. Exactly, princess." Steve laughed. Certainly if Steve had too much he got what you would call 'zoomies'.

"I want that!" You set the milk down holding your hands out expectantly. "Pwease."

"Oh princess... coffee isn't made for little girls. Only daddies." Steve ruffled your hair. He knew Javi would kill him if you got too hyper. Even chocolate milk was a stretch of the rules. He was such a softie for you.

"Fine." You accepted his reasoning even though you were even more curious about it now. Steve poured the chocolate milk for you before preparing Javi's coffee just how he liked it. 2 packs of sugar and no cream.

"Okay, princess. Carry it carefully and put it on Daddy's desk away from the camera." Steve instructed, handing you the mug and making sure you were holding it steady

"Mkay!" You tip toed with the warm mug nestled between your palms. Steve pushed open Javi's office door so you could slip inside.

You beamed when you saw your Papi talking animatedly to the video conference. Speaking rapid spanish. You decided to take a moment to try this oh so special drink. It looked just like your chocolate milk.

"Bleh!" You cried out when the bitter taste hit your tongue. Javi turned around, flipping his camera off.

"Bebita? What are you doing in here?"

"Tastes so bad Papi!" You cried.

"What? What does?" His voice tightened with concern. Who knows what you could be drinking!

"Your zoom juice" You scrunched your nose up and held the cup away from you.

"My-" Javi took the cup, looking into it. "Oh my coffee?" He instantly felt relieved.

"I wanted to bwing it to you but I wanted to twry it but it tastes so bad and I spit it out." You were giving your explanation so fast. you were beginning to sound short of breath. "I'm sorry I interrupted your meeting, Papi."

"Princess- what's going on?" Steve poked his head in. He frowned when he saw Javi standing over you.

"I said I was sowwy, Daddy!" You pouted. "I jus' wanted to twy some."

Javi started laughing quietly which quickly grew into a full on belly laugh. "Oh bebita... I'm not laughing at you! I just can't believe you hate coffee so much."

"It tastes so gwoss." You can't hide your dislike.

"Do you understand now why it's for daddies only?" Steve came to stand behind you, offering you your chocolate milk to wash the bitter flavor down.

"Mhm." You nodded drinking gratefully from the cup.

"Thank you for bringing it, bebita." Javi kissed the top of your head. "But I'm almost done so why don't I finish in here and we can enjoy the drinks together."

"Okay!" You brighten. Steve takes your hand and leads you out of the office. Zoom juice. He shook his head with a smile. Their silly little girl.

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[minniepetals]

Aah can i join drabble game too?? Ot7 pwease, where the reader is a very outgoing, extrovert person and she's literally always like she's high on sugar, bouncing around and the boys are the one that keep he grounded and calm her down bcs when she's excited she tends to hurt herself. (I wuv u uwuwww)

(sry, this came out as yoongi central but ot7 is definitely implied!)

“I have to tell you what happened at professor Shin’s lecture hall today, you will not believe it,” you immediately said as you slammed your bag down onto the table that stood outside, a foot stomped over against the seat where Yoongi sat, textbook, notebook, and a pen with him.

Yuna and Minyoung sat on the seat across from him where you asked them to meet you in order to return the books you borrowed from them.

“What happened with the old man this time?” Yuna asked, the two of them already expecting some story since you always had something to say about the professor, while Yoongi remained silent as he always was, continuing on with his studies.

“I’ve always thought he was some grumpy old professor with no life whatsoever but!” You snapped your fingers. “I walked in today and guess what I saw?! He, professor Shin, boring old man that makes me sleep until enternity, showed up dressed up as Papa Smuf!”

“What?!” The two of them had their mouths gaped open while your head tilted back as you laughed aloud.

“I recorded it! I swear!! And honestly I never thought I’d ever say this but he was actually so adorable he makes a pretty good Papa Smuf.”

“Okay ew, gag,” Minyoung made a comical disgusted expression. “One of your boyfriends is right here, Y/N.”

But of course Yoongi remained silent, saying nothing.

“I’m serious! But no one else appreciated the joke, like what the heck? He was actually trying to get outta the boring old professor phase and make something fun in his life for once! And no one cared to even give him a clap. So being the very supportive person I am, I stood up and applauded him for doing what he did but those idiots only told me to sit down and stop embarrassing myself. Can you believe that? Me? Embarrassing? I know I’m embarrassing, I embarrass my own self sometimes and yeah, I’m not the greatest person on Earth and they probably think I’m from another planet especially since I date these incredibly handsome fellas-”

“Y/N, calm down—”

“And yeah, I don’t deserve them, I know I don’t! But I have personality and I’m not boring and at least I applaud someone for trying something out of their comfort zones! And yes, professor Shin is boring but he’s human too and-”

“Y/N, calm down—“

“He tried his best, you know? Why criticize someone just because you’re so stuck up and boring and-”

“Y/N.”

That was all Yoongi needed to say to have you shut up and sitting down beside him.

“Sorry,” you giggled with a quieter voice, “got a little heated there, didn’t I?”

“You’re sticking up for what you believe in, it’s alright,” he said with a small smile and a pat on your head that made your heart flutter and you felt like exploading.

In front of you, Yuna and Minyoung sighed as they rolled their eyes.

“All Yoongi has to say is ‘Y/N’ and you go quiet.”

It was right, what they said, but you didn’t mind. After all, even though your personality could be quite loud and too bright for the world to appreciate, your boyfriends never judged you on that.

Okay maybe yeah on the first few meetings and through becoming friends but eventually they got so used to it it didn’t matter to them so much. In fact, it was now one of the many things they loved about you.

You once went so quiet for a whole week without being so loud and bouncy all the time and it broke them. You didn’t know it then because you thought, just like everyone else, that you were annoying and that if you kept it up, they’d get bored and annoyed with you, but when you weren’t yourself and fell into a silent hole and didn’t let yourself go, that was what had hurt them the most.

They loved it when you were yourself, bouncy and outgoing, so you didn’t care about others opinions anymore.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you!” You quickly gasped at Yoongi once the two of you separated with Yuna and Minyoung, walking towards the house they resided in off campus to retire for the day.

Yoongi hummed, indicating for you to go on while his eyes remain glued to his physics book, as studious as ever.

“Hawon from my Calculus class invited me to this party in honor of him getting accepted as an intern for this Robotics thing and it’s today in like,” you checked your watch and your eyes widened, “holy crap, two minutes, and if I’m late, he’s not going to let me ever cheat off his homework ever again so I have to—!”

Yet before you could go running off like a mad woman, Yoongi had put his palm right on top of your head, keeping you from trying to leave and it worked. Of course it did, it always did.

“Why go to a party when your own boyfriends want you to spend time with them?” He said, expression straight but you could tell he was upset you actually thought of leaving. Him and the others may not show much of their emotions (unlike you) but you’ve came to understand them. “It’s the weekend, Y/N, and I’m not letting you go off with other dudes.”

“But homework—”

“Your own boyfriends are smart, why have someone else help you?”

“Cause you’re always so busy and I’d rather annoy someone else than any of you.”

He sighed and placed his book away to stop walking and look your way. “First of all, I don’t care if I’m busy and neither do the guys, and second,” he took your hand with a soft hold, “no matter what you do, especially when asking for help, you are never going to annoy us.”

And then as if to seal his promise, he gave you a soft peck on your lips, something that made your face go flush red.

“Gosh,” you playfully rolled your eyes to brush off your shyness while you held onto his hand and began walking again, “are all smart guys always this sappy?”

Yoongi smirked. “You know you love it.”

“Maybe I do.”

[bnhabadass]

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You are an up-and-coming stand up comedian trying to get her start in such a brutal and competitive field. How will you recover after you completely bomb when opening for another comedian?

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Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Non-quirk au, fluff, crack humor

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and weed (rated 16+)

Status: On Hold

A/N: This is something I have had in the works for a while. I write stand up comedy and that is what inspired this au. It means a lot to me and I hope you enjoy what I have in store. Please message me if you would like to be added to the tag list.

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Introductions

🎤 - Part One - Kneeling Over in Laughter

🎤 - Part Two - Local Racist Halloween Store

🎤 - Part Three - Bakugo is a Fun Hater 🎤 - Part Four - Slippery Floor Poster Child

🎤 - Part Five - Bakugou’s Girl

🎤 - Part Six - Serve Those Noodles

🎤 - Part Seven - Do You Party?

🎤 - Part Eight - It’s Party Time, My Guy

🎤 - Part Nine - When Life Gives you Lemons and Whatnot

🎤 - Part Ten - Super Swamped

🎤 - Part Eleven - Pwetty Pwease Wivv Sugaw on top

🎤 - Part Twelve - Some Kind of Sugar Daddy Comedian

🎤 - Part Thirteen - Late Doesn’t Look Good on Anyone

🎤 - Part Fourteen - She Still Has A Lot of Work to Do (17+)

🎤 - Part Fifteen - We’re Having Soba Tonight

🎤 - Part Sixteen - Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner 🎤 - Part Seventeen - Coming Soon

Specials:

🎤 - Deku’s Birthday!!!

Memes and Other Good Stuff

🤡 - Y/N really can’t take care of herself for the life of her (Part Ten)

[universallywriting]

Show us your ocs, please? Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Pwease?

i probably won’t do this very much, but, hey fuck it. block “hadOC” if you don’t want to see my OC. Names changed for my paranoia.

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Liz would rather be wrapped in the smothering humidity of a South American rainforest than in the human jungle she finds herself in now. Pop music thuds from the speakers, making it hard to hear. Low lights take away her sight and the streamers, the tarp on the floor, the glittering dresses and colored lights, all come together to make the room busy - almost smoky.

She stands against the wall as she sips at her punch. Her dark blue dress and matching heels, the silver jewelry on her neck and wrist, are probably not the best look for her. She looks better in warmer colors. In gold. They suit the warmth in her brown skin. But apparently she’s pretty enough that Tom Bridges thought it was worth asking her to dance. He’s nice enough, but the idea of taking her back off the wall in a room full of people she can barely see makes the back of her neck prickle. She politely declines and feels awful about the disappointment on his face. 

Tom is sweet, if awkward and plain. He just wants someone to dance with. She could have said yes, but it’d be a lie. It doesn’t feel right to lie to him when he wants someone to like him so terribly. She does like him, because she likes most people, but not the way he wants her to like him. It would take a while for her to like him like that, she thinks, and she doesn’t think he’ll want to wait, so she says no and he’s disappointed.

When the music slows, Alexander comes from the crowd. She never lost sight of him, except for the brief moments with Tom. It doesn’t matter, because he doesn’t need her eyes on his back at a school dance, but what else has there been to do? He’s five nine and it’s a freshman dance. It’s almost a challenge to look away from him, to miss those near-black amber curls sticking up over the other teens.

He’s already shining with sweat. He likes to dance. Not with much skill, but plenty of enthusiasm, and with a smile like his, enthusiasm is all you really need. He leans against the wall with her, breathing hard.

“Having fun?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.

His laugh is breathless. “I love dancing! I have lightning bugs under my skin.” He shows her a shaking hand, as if that’s all the explanation she needs.

She grins, taking the offered hand in her own. “What does that mean, silly? You talk so weird.”

His free hand comes to his heart, curls into his shirt. “There’s energy in me and it’s buzzing. A-and it’s light! And I want it to come out of every part of me at once. Lightning bugs.”

Liz shakes her head a little and gives him a nudge. “You’re amazing. Go back to dancing, lightning bug boy.”

“Do you wanna dance?” he asks, ignoring her nudge because he’s already getting to big for her to push around. “I know I’ve been dancing with a lot of people, but I wanna dance with you too.” He laughs again and squeezes her hand. “I wanna dance with you most.”

She throws back the rest of her drink and tosses the plastic punch into a nearby trash can - overhand, her fingers splayed like she’s shot a perfect basket. Alexander, ever the good sport, lets out a silly whooping cheer before she looks back at him. “I’ll dance for you, sure. Let’s do it.”

She starts towards the dance floor, but his hands slips to her wrist. She stops and meets his gaze, letting her puzzlement show. He explains, “I didn’t ask if you’d dance for me. I asked if you wanted to dance.”

A shrug. “Is there a difference?”

“Yeah,” he says, and his eyes glow in the dim light, like the insects he says are swarming beneath his skin. “That’s why you said it like that. So it wasn’t a lie.” She rolls her stiffening shoulders and admits, “I don’t want to dance here.”

“That’s okay. It’s a jungle out there.” He swoops in to kiss her forehead, and she feels a little spark. She shouldn’t feel a spark, it’s very silly of him to use his powers in such a busy place, so casually, where he might have to answer questions. But she can’t respond before he promises, “I’ll find places to dance with less vipers.”

Then he’s off to the floor, and she leans against the wall. Vipers. Really? Who says that kind of thing out loud? Sometimes, she wonders how a boy who says weird things and loves to hold hands with anyone who agrees and can’t dance and can’t sing makes friends so easily.

But then he smiles at the group of friends he’s made, and her stomach fills with lightning bugs.

She understands.

[kpopscruggles]

So I know that no one asked but when I can’t pay my college fees I’m gonna find a Sugar Daddy and I know my top three and I thought since why not and that it’s not gonna happen I’ll share them......because they are married and stuff/I’ll never have the y/n moment it won’t happen but like then a bitch like me dream pwease🥺

#1 - Ahn Jaehyun

#2 - Lee Jong Suk

#3 - Jung Il Woo

[thecozywhaleshark]

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Word Count: 768

Summary: Jinyoung reading a Christmas story to your baby boy before bedtime

It was the night before Christmas, and as family tradition was to be held, you watched as your husband, Jinyoung, pulled one present out from under the Christmas tree and handed it to your little boy. 

“Alright, here you go,” he says softly, watching your son’s face light up as he gathers the present in his chubby hands.  “Open?” He asks, turning between you and Jinyoung, all wide-eyed and hopeful.  “Go ahead sweetie,” you nodded encouragingly, smiling down at your husband and child as your child begins to tear at the wrapping paper. 

“Book!” You son cheers happily, holding it up to show the both of you. 

You smile at him, sipping from your mug of hot chocolate. “It is! Do you think daddy will read it to us?” 

Your son turns to look up at his dad with big pleading eyes, holding the book out to him. “Pwease?” 

Jinyoung chuckles and gathers him up in his arms, placing him on his lap once he sits down next to you. 

Cuddling him close, he makes sure his footie pajamas are straight before opening up the book and beginning to read. 

"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

You lay your head on Jinyoung’s shoulder, letting yourself get swept away by his voice. 

“The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.”

“Daddy?” You son asks, looking up at him. 

“Yeah?”

“Who’s St. Nichowas?”  “It’s another name for Santa, buddy.”  “Oh.”

“The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. “When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.  Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow  gave the lustre of midday to objects below,  when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,  but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!  Now, Prancer and Vixen!  On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”

Your son giggles as Jinyoung’s voice raises a little in excitement and he eagerly points to the page, “Rn’deer!” 

“That’s right, Reindeer. Look at how pretty they are,” you coo, pulling the blanket covering your lap over the three of you and tucking his little feet in.

Your son nods, tracing the pictures with his fingers. “Pwetty.” 

You cuddle in deeper against your husband, smiling as you feel him kiss the top of your head before he flips the page and continues. 

You must have fallen asleep during the reading because when you wake up, Jinyoung is chuckling softly, having read: 

“He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,  and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.”

You look over at your son, who has his thumb is his mouth and has his head rolling against his fathers chest, his eyes starting to close. You reach over to stroke his cheek gently, looking up lovingly at your husband as your son begins to close his eyes. 

Jinyoung smiles down at the both of you and puts the book to the side, standing and cradling his son as he begins to walk towards the nursery, finishing the story as he goes. 

“He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,  And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.  But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,”

Jinyoung sets his son down softly in his bed, pulling the covers over him and tucking him in tightly before kissing him on the forehead, stroking his hair as he finishes the poem. 

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

“Merry Christmas,” you whisper, wrapping your arm around his waist and resting your head against his chest. 

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers back, kissing the side of your head as you watch your child sleep for a few minutes more before you head out of his room, closing the door with a click,

to ready the living room with a plate for St. Nick. 

[juduseye]

This time, I'm giving you one of my homemade rare pairs for this OTP thing, sorry xD Let's see: 5, 6, 12 &16 for Jackal/Blitz, pwease?

*chefs kiss* this is delectable Kiki, truly

5 who does more of the housework?

I think it would probably be pretty equal but sometimes Jackal goes on early morning cleaning sprees when he can’t sleep. Blitz marvels at how clean it is when Jackal finishes but demands that Jackal leave some mess for him.

6 who forgets their anniversary?

It doesn’t happen much but with Jackal’s insomnia, I would bet he gets pretty disoriented some days and might forget what day it is and what he has planned. But of course Blitz understands this and gives him subtle reminders as to what’s going on and when important days are coming up.

12 who hogs the bathroom?

They are both known for their strikingly good looks and that isn’t all genetics. They both are up early in the morning to get ready and mostly style their hair: Blitz pushes Jackals elbow up when he’s applying pomade to his hair and makes Jackal mush all the pomade into one section of his hair which results in Jackal running his hand over Blitz’s perfectly styled hair before he can put hair spray in which then results in 10 minutes of messing each other’s hair up and rubbing various hair products on each other’s clothes and probably a make out session

16 who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

It’s gotta be Blitz, stacking English and German pet names on top of each other until he’s calling Jackal his sweet little cream puff baby and Jackal has to stop him. I can also see Jackal giving Blitz super embarrassing pet names or just calling him thick ass in Spanish and telling him it means angel or sugar.

[millicent231-watt]

(Free! Scenario) Spending The Night Together

A/N: Got a request or idea? Leave it below in the comments

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Haru

"HARU!" I hear Y/N yell as she jumps through the door and onto me. "Hey Y/N." I say with a small smile as she hugs me tightly. "Thank you for inviting me around!" She says with closed eyes and a smile. "No problem. Did you bring your pyjamas?" I ask and she nods before holding up her bag and showing me. "Good. Have you had dinner yet?" I ask and she follows me into the living room. "No, I wanted to try your cooking Haru-chan!" She says as she sits on the floor in front of the table. Normally I'd tell people not to put -chan after my name, but I guess I can make an exception just this once. "Alright, put your stuff upstairs in my room and I'll get dinner served up." I say and she nods with a giggle before running upstairs. I chuckle and plate up the mackerel before putting them on the table and waiting for her.

Your POV

I smirk as I see him sitting down, facing away from me. No better time than the present. I think as I sneak up behind him then jump on his back. "WHAT THE-" "Surprise!" I yell happily with a giggle and he takes in a deep breath. "Don't scare me like that Y/N." He says and I laugh. "Aw, did my wittle baby get scawed?" I ask with a pout and he looks away. "N...not really." He says with a small blush, causing me to giggle. "You got in your pyjamas?" He asks and I nod. "Of course! It's comfy in these." He shrugs as I show him my bed socks. "Okay! Let's eat!" I say as I jump off of his back and run to my side of the table. I sit down and happily begin eating after saying 'Itadakimasu!'

Haru's POV

After we had finished eating and I had cleaned the dishes, Y/N suggests we watch a movie. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." I say as she sits with her feet up on the couch and cuddled under my arm. "I am. It's nice sitting with you, just relaxing." She says and I smile. "That's good." I say before kissing the top of her head and leaning my head on hers. "You've also calmed down a fair bit." I mention and she smiles. "Your hugs are nice and warm. They make me sleepy." She says as the credits begin. "Then how about we go to bed? I've got a futon if you want to sleep on that." She shakes her head and hugs me. "I wanna sleep with you!" She says and I help her to stand up. "Alright, come on." I say as I walk her to my room and sit her down on my bed. "Hug me Haru! I'm cold." She says and I smile. "Can I get in my pyjama pants first?" I ask and she shakes her head with a pout. "NO! Hug me! Pwease?" She asks teasingly and I ruffle her hair. "Too bad, I'm getting dressed first. I'll be back and hug you then, alright?" I ask and she huffs. "Fine." She agrees before sitting down on the bed.

I walk into the bathroom, take my shirt off and get into pyjama pants before walking back out to Y/N. I scoff as I see her pouting face and I sit down next to her. "Are you done now?" She asks and I nod before she hugs me tightly. "Let's sleep already...I cold and tired and I want to sleep next to you." She says with a small blush and I chuckle. "Alright, let's sleep then." I say as I lie down against the wall side of the bed and pull her under the covers with me. "Mmm, nice and warm." She mumbles as she gets comfy and closes her eyes. "Goodnight Y/N." I say as she falls asleep and I wrap my arms around her protectively. "Goodnight."

Makoto

"Hi Mako!" I say happily as he opens the door to his house. "Oh, Y/N. I didn't expect you here so early." He says and I laugh. "Why wouldn't I be early for a sleepover at my smexy boyfriend's place?" I ask with a giggle as I jump into a hug. He catches me and sighs, hugging back. "Are you hungry? My mother is cooking dinner for the family right now." He asks and I think for a bit. "I don't want to intrude..." "Oh no, it's okay. My family is very happy to welcome you and my mother always cooks too much anyway." He chuckles and I smile. "Okay! Where can I put my things?" I ask and he takes my overnight bag from my hands. "You go sit down and I'll take this up to my room." I nod and walk into the kitchen, getting greeted by the whole family. "Hello Y/N. It's so nice to have you stay the night." Mrs Tachibana says and I smile. "I hope I'm not intruding." I say as I sit down and she serves up dinner. "Oh no, not at all. My Makoto has been excited for weeks about this. It makes him happy so it makes us happy." She says with a smile. "M...mum!" I hear Makoto say from the doorway. "It's alright Mako. I was just as excited to come here." I say with a polite smile.  "She's a keep Makoto. I better get some grandchildren." His mother says and we both blush. "MUM!"

Time Skip

"I...I'm sorry about my mother Y/N-chan." Makoto says as we enter his room. "It's alright. My mother's the same." I say with a giggle and he laughs as well. "It's so nice to be here. Thank you for inviting me." I say with a smile as I hug him and rest my head on his chest. "ONEE-SAN!" "ONEE-CHAN!" I hear two voices yell as the door was burst open. "Hey, Ren. Hey, Ran." I say as I crouch down to hug them. "Onee-san! Read us a bedtime story, please?" The little boy asks and I look back to Makoto with a pleading smile. He sighs and unfolds his arms. "Alright. But only one!" He says and they laugh before running off to their room. "Don't worry. It won't take long." I say as I kiss his cheek. "Okay..." He mumbles, taking my hand and walking me into the twin's room.

Time Skip

I yawn and crash against my boyfriend's shoulder, causing him to chuckle. "Tired?" He asks quietly, as we had only just gotten the twins off to sleep. I nod and he grabs my hand, standing me up and going back to his room with me. "Let's sleep then." He says and I get into my pyjamas as he waits outside the room. "I'm done." I say before falling face first onto the bed. I hear him laugh at my position as he enters the room. "Just stay like that for a second. I'm gonna get in my pyjamas and something tells me that you're not gonna move." He says and I groan. "Something told you right." I say and after a few seconds, the bed dips and I was rolled over. "Done." He says simply before turning off the light and hugging me softly as I lay against his chest. "Sweet dreams, Y/N" He says quietly before kissing my forehead and resting his chin on my head. "Night. Mako." I say sleepily.

Nagisa

I giggle as Nagisa hugs me tightly as I place my things in his room, getting prepared to stay the night. "What? You wanna cuddle?" I ask and he nods sleepily. "Well, we've already had dinner, so I don't see why we can't go to bed now." I say and he shakes his head. "No. I wanna stay up all night and enjoy every second with you! With snacks and games and kisses and-" I quickly cut him off with a kiss. "Okay, okay." I chuckle. "What do you wanna do first, you adorable little penguin you?" I ask, kissing his cheek softly. "Hmm, games!" He says walking me to the console. "You pick one and I'll get some sweets and drinks!" He says and I giggle. "Don't you have a bedtime?" I tease and he turns bright red. "Y...yeah...but my mum said I could stay up late since you're here and it's the weekend tomorrow!" He says happily and I smile. "Alright, just don't get a sugar high." I joke as he runs off. "I won't promise anything!" He yells back and I laugh, deciding to get into my pyjamas first. "Hmm, what game should we play?" I hum to myself as I look for a game.

"Y/N! I'm baaaaa.....ck." He slows his speech as I turn around. "What?" I ask. "Uh....n...nothing! Did you pick a game?" He asks nervously, trying to change the subject. "No, I was just looking at them. Wanna help me choose?" I ask and he nods. "How about this one?" I ask, pointing to a game as we kneel in front of the cabinet. "Nah, I've beaten that one way too many times." He says. I continue looking before sighing. "Nagisa, I know you're looking at me." I say, keeping my eyes on the games. "S...sorry, Y/N-chan...it’s just...you're wear something that.....it's kinda revealing and...shows everything off?" He asks shyly and I laugh. "It's hot weather okay? If that's what you've been worried about I can change my pyja-" "NO!" He says quickly, catching both of us off guard. "Uh...wh...what I mean was, it'd be bad if you had to sleep in pyjamas that were meant for winter, so....j...just stay in those." He says and I smile before kissing his cheek. "Okay. Just try not to perv too much." I joke and he laughs.

I gasp and grab his arm quickly, looking at him like a kid in a candy store. "We could build a pillow fort and sleep in that! It'll be nice and warm, and we could watch movies and eat and it'll be really romantic and we can hug and-" He shuts me up with a kiss and then rushes to his bed. "Well? Let's get this thing built and get in!" He says happily and we begin making the pillow fort.

Time Skip

"God, that was a lot more tiring than the movies let on." I say as I wipe some sweat from my forehead. "Yeah, but now we have a sweet fortress to sleep in!" I laugh and nod. "It was totally worth it!" I say as we get in our fort. "Mm, nice and cozy." I say as I cuddle up next to my boyfriend. "I guess you're too tired for a movie then." He says before giggling as I nod. "I'll put the drinks and sweets back and we can't get to bed." He says, carefully getting out and taking the things back. "Nagisaaaaaa!" I groan as he walks through the door. "Yes?" He asks and I hold my arms out. "Huggies..." I mumble and he laughs before turning off the light, hugging me tightly and pulling the duvet over us as we lay on the futon, which we used as padding for the fort. "Goodnight Y/N-chan." He whispers peacefully as he pulls my head to his chest. "Goodnight." I say with a smile as we lay there hugging each other to sleep.

Rei

"Reichii!" I groan as he began studying after dinner. "Yes Y/N?" He asks nonchalantly. I pout and roll around on his bed. "Let's cuddle Reichii!" I groan and he looks at me, blinks a few times then just turns back to his studying?! "You were reading AND studying before dinner! Can't we just cuddle and sleep?" I ask and he sighs, closing his book. He looks over to my sad pouty face. "Do you really want to cuddle that badly?" He asks and I nod my head, puffing out my cheeks and burrowing my head into the covers. "Alright." He says with a chuckle before standing up and laying down next to me, theeeeeeen jumping back up again. "Why are you in your underwear?!" I tilt my head in confusion. "This is what I always sleep in." He sighs and puts his glasses back on before rummaging through a drawer. "Here. They might be a bit big, but if you just wear what you're wearing now you'll get a cold." He says, handing me some pyjamas and a pair of socks. "Thanks, Reichii!" I say happily before putting them on over my underwear. "They're nice and warm!" I say happily, hugging my body. "Of course they are. I only choose the best, most efficient and most beautiful clothing, even for sleeping." He says, pushing his glasses up. "I know, now CUDDLES!" I say happily, holding my arms up to hug him and he chuckles. He rolls his eyes before getting into bed with me and hugging me gently. "Goodnight." He says and I wish him a good night as well.

Time Skip

"Ngh...Rei?" I ask as I sit up in bed a rub my eyes. I feel a sweat drop down the side of my forehead as I see he was as stiff as a plank, as far away as he could get from me. "You really do hate cuddles huh?" I say to myself before curling up next to him and laying my head on his chest. I smile as I hear his steady breathing and soothing heartbeat. He moves his hand to the back of my head as he sleeps and turns his head towards me. "I love you Y/N...." He says in his sleep, making me giggle. I lean up softly and kiss his cheek. "I love you too, Reichii." I say before closing my eyes again and falling asleep.

Rin

"Hot." I hear Rin say simply as I get out of the bathroom, where I was getting into my pyjamas. "Excuse me?" I ask and he smirks. "What? I can't call my own girlfriend hot?" He asks as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. "You can, but I don't think you were calling me that. i think you were calling my 'friends' that." I say as I realise he was staring at my chest. "Well, that's part of you isn't it?" He asks and I scoff before hitting him over the head playfully. "You idiot." I say as I walk over to his bed and sit down. He sits in front of me on the ground, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "Umm-" Suddenly he gets into a praying position. "Oh, God of yoga pants. I will devote my life to you if you keep my sexy girlfriend in them, continuing to show off her sweet a-" "HEY HEY HEY!" I growl and he chuckles cheekily. "Baka..." I say with a smile and he gets up, sitting next to me. "Sorry." He says before kissing my forehead."It's alright, I just get a little shy when you say things like that. I don't NOT like it but...it's kinda embarrassing." I admit and he chuckles. "Don't be embarrassed. You deserve every compliment I give you. Especially the ones about your body." He says as he pinches my cheeks. I giggle a little a kiss his cheek.

"How about we get some sleep?" I ask, crawling to the other side of the bed that was against the wall. I yelp as I feel him cop a feel on my butt. "HEY! NO COPING A FEEL!" I say and he laughs, putting his up in defence as I hit him. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! I couldn't help myself." He says before grabbing me a kissing me softly. "You don't play fair." I say and he asks what I meant. "How am I meant to be angry when you're so nice?" I ask, cuddling him and burrowing my face in his chest. "I'm just irresistible." He jokes and kisses my cheek. "Let's sleep now...no touching!" I say quickly and he laughs. "I know, I know. I won't touch you." He says and I close my eyes. "Night Y/N." He says "Night Rin."

[korracrat]

OMG I’M SO CLOSE THANK YOU SO MUCH

[mistyyygoode]

The Lonely Hearts: 1 - Therapy

This is rewritten, with some new things added. I hope you guys enjoy this version! There will only really be one change throughout this story, which you will read soon! And thank you to everyone who has given me support over rewriting this! It makes me more excited than before. Updates will probably be once a week, maybe twice if I'm lucky!

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Shelby took a deep breath before she turned the handle to her new therapist's office. She chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned the room. She saw a brunette sitting in the waiting room, who was staring at her phone intently. She stared at her for a moment, almost mistaking her for Audrey, but she knew it was impossible – the woman was dead.

She walked up to the front desk and signed herself in.

"You're a little early." The receptionist said. "There's still one more patient in front of you."

"That's fine," Shelby replied before walking over to the sofa opposite of the woman and sat down.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" the brunette woman asked.

"Uh... possibly...?" Shelby said nervously. It made her extremely anxious when people recognized her.

"Have you ever come to the butchery?" the other woman asked.

"Butchery?" Shelby asked with furrowed brows.

"Never mind." The other woman waved it off and returned back to her phone.

The door to the left side of the room opened up, and a tall, dark-haired man stepped out. "Allison."

The brunette woman stood up, shoved her phone into her purse, and walked over to the door, following the doctor inside.

Forty-five minutes passed before the door reopened. Shelby looked over and looked at the two for a moment.

"I'll be with you in a moment, Shelby." The doctor said.

"Okay," she nodded softly.

The brunette – Allison – looked at her for a moment before it dawned on her. "You're Shelby Miller, from that show!"

"Uh... yeah..." Shelby said awkwardly before looking down. She bit her lip as the other woman walked toward her.

"Sorry, you probably get that a lot."

"Not really, actually. At least not anymore." Shelby said.

"Wait, I thought you died?"

Shelby looked up at the other woman. "I almost did. I, uh, no one said anything after the show ended." She explained. "I didn't want anyone to know..."

"I'm sorry," Allison said again. "I'm Ally, by the way." She extended out her hand with a small, inviting smile.

This was the first person who seemed friendly towards Shelby, besides the people at the daycare center, since she had moved. It gave her a small sense of hope for the town. She shook the other woman's hand and smiled back at her. "It's nice to meet you."

Ally smiled before taking her hand back. She dug through her purse before handing over a card. "This is a card for the butchery I was talking about. Stop by any time."

"Thanks," Shelby said softly.

Before the brunette could reply, the door opened again. "Shelby, you can come in now."

"See you around." Ally said before walking toward the exit.

The blonde stood from the couch and walked to the door and stepped inside the large office. She looked around the room, observing her surroundings. She saw the man already sitting down, gesturing toward two seats in front of him. She sat down, looking down at her lap, and not up at him.

"I'm Doctor Vincent, or you can simply call me Vincent." He said.

"Okay," Shelby said.

"Is this your first time coming to therapy?"

"No," she said as she finally looked up at him. "After I lost Rachel, my first baby, Matt and I went to therapy. It wasn't individual therapy though." She explained.

"Would you say it was a good experience?"

"I guess." Shelby shrugged. "It didn't last very long. It was only maybe four or five sessions before we moved, and we never saw anyone else after that."

"Did it resolve any issues between you and Matt?"

"There weren't any issues between us at the time. I felt guilty for what happened, as did he. It helped a bit with that, but..." she looked back down, swallowing her emotions. She wiped her tears away before they could fall. "I still feel that way sometimes."

"Shelby, you cannot blame yourself for something like that."

"Yeah..." she sighed.

"I've looked through your past records," Vincent said, changing the subject. "I see you were diagnosed with PTSD a little over two years ago. You've had on and off depression symptoms for years, and after you gave birth you suffered from post-partum depression. You've taken anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medication. Are you currently taking anything?"

"I take Trazadone and Valium."

"Both for sleep?"

"I take the Valium if I have a panic attack," Shelby said softly.

"How often would you say you take one?" Vincent asked as he started writing all this down.

"At least once a day..."

"What sets you off?" he questioned.

Shelby took a deep breath. "Anything... sometimes it's random, and sometimes – especially since I've started to unpack things – memories."

"What kind of memories?"

"Of Matt... of what happened."

"At the house?"

"Yes." Shelby nodded.

Vincent continued to write for a moment. "For you, what do you want to see happen with your therapy and medication?"

"I'd like to not feel like I don't want to sleep because of the nightmares I have."

"Anything else?"

"I don't want to have a panic or anxiety attack every time I see something or think of something that brings back a memory. I just want to be normal again... I want to be there for my baby..." Shelby sighed as she looked down again. "I feel like I'm not being the best mother I can be for her."

"No one is normal, Shelby. As for your daughter, I'm sure you're trying your best." He said.

"I know... I am..." she sighed again. "But I mean back to myself. Back to who I was before all this shit happened."

"What do you do to help your anxiety or mood?" he asked.

"Yoga... playing with Marie. She keeps me occupied most of the time."

"How old is Marie?" Vincent asked.

"Almost two," Shelby said with a small smile.

"That's a very special age."

"It is."

"Okay, besides Marie, you said you like yoga. Find somewhere in town and start going. I want to see you again in a week. During this week, I want you to try and unpack your house or apartment, find a yoga studio and roam the town. Okay?"

"Okay," Shelby nodded.

They wrapped up the session, and Shelby started to drive to the daycare center where she had dropped Marie off for the first time. It always made her anxious to leave Marie anywhere that wasn't with family. She parked her car outside the building before heading inside.

As Shelby stepped inside, she heard a squeal from the other side of the room before she saw Marie run straight to her.

"Mama!" Marie smiled as she wrapped her tiny arms around legs.

"Hi, baby." Shelby smiled as she leaned down to pick up her daughter.

"She was good as soon as you left." Madalyn – one of the caretakers at the daycare, a shorter, redhaired woman – said as she walked over to Shelby. She handed the mother her daughter's bag.

The mother smiled as she caressed her daughter's dark curls before taking the bag. "Really? Were you a good girl for Madalyn?"

"Mhm," Marie nodded before nestling her head into Shelby's neck. "Miss ya."

"Awe, baby..." Shelby pouted. "Thank you for getting us signed up so fast."

"Of course. I know it's hard as a single mother." Madalyn said with a small smile. "Are you bringing her by again tomorrow?"

"Possibly. I need to go to a job interview and run by some other places." Shelby said.

The other woman nodded. "Okay, we'll see you tomorrow, Marie." She said softly.

"Buh-bye," Marie said softly as she waved at Madalyn.

"Ready to go shopping with Mommy?" Shelby asked as she started to walk to the door.

"Yeah!"

Shelby smiled as she unlocked the car, and placed Marie in her car seat in the back. She moved to the front and got into the driver's side. She drove to the grocery store near the apartment.

She got Marie out of the back after she parked. She put the girl into the front of a basket before heading inside. They gathered the essentials, food, Marie's pull-ups, and a box of hair dye.

"Waz dat?" Marie asked as she stared at the box.

"It's going to change Mama's hair."

"Ooh!" The little girl giggled. "How?"

"It's going to change the color," Shelby explained as they walked down the candy aisle.

"Mine?" Marie asked as she put her small hand on the top of her head.

Shelby nodded with a small smile. "Just like yours, baby girl."

Marie giggled again before pointing at some Dum-Dum suckers. "Mama!"

"Baby, that's sugar. You know you can't have a lot sugar." Shelby said.

Marie pouted as she crossed her arms. "Pwease!"

Shelby sighed before grabbing the bag to see how much sugar was in one bag. "Okay, just only one a day." She said as she placed the bag into the cart.

"Yay!" the small girl squealed.

Shelby smiled as she walked them to the front of the store to check out.

After getting her bags, Shelby made her way to the car. She put Marie and the bags in before heading straight home. She made herself and Marie dinner. The two sat in front of the TV as they ate.

After dinner, Shelby gave Marie her nightly bath and read her almost a whole book before she finally fell asleep. Once she knew Marie was down for the night she went into the small bathroom and started the process of dying her hair. After a 45-minute wait, she took a shower to wash the dye away. Once she dried it, she saw it was a medium brown, which was a close color to Marie's hair. She smiled before heading to her bedroom to get ready for bed and take her pills.

As she waited for her nighttime pills to kick in, she decided to unpack the rest of her bedroom. After nearly every box was broken down, and every piece of clothing was put away, Shelby fell down in her bed. She let out a heavy sigh as her eyes closed.

"One day at a time," she told herself.