#making everything look nice kinda took forever but it was worth it

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Chaeyoung Girlfriend HCs Pt:4

A/N: And it is finally here! Literally have nothing else prepared for today so this is it. I’ll hopefully be posting the requests by end of next week. My classes start soon as well…

SFW HCs

She had been wanting to try out this one dessert for a while but for one reason or the other just wouldn’t get the chance so you secretly learned to make it for it.

It took you a couple of tries to get it right, the first try was….well, you were pretty sure it wasn’t fit for human consumption. The second wasn’t great either but atleast it was edible. Well, somewhat edible. But the third try was good, you were happy with it and when Chaeyoung came by she was really touched by your effort and said she’s happy with it but you insisted that she taste it before saying anything else.

And then Chaeyoung took a bite, then another and then another as it looked like she couldn’t stop herself. “How is it?”, you ask her, knowing she liked it. She just looks at you, her mouth stuffed and smiles happily, her cheeks flushing.

Chaeyoung took you to a sudden vacation, she said she was going to be busy with tours soon and wanted to spend some time with you properly before she was too busy. You had no complains. Except for her going all over the world without you of course.

The two of you were sitting at the beach on the sand, her finger tips on top of yours as you both watched the setting sun. Light gusts of wind blew over the calm sea, the waves flowing peacefully and everything was just so perfect. You commented that it would be nice if you both could do this forever. This caused Chaeyoung to stiffen a bit and she slowly put her hand over yours, holding it tightly.

“Marry me then….”, Chaeyoung said quietly. “Huh!”, you looked at her, completely taken by surprise. She looked back at you slowly, you could see the nervousness and panic slowly settling down on her as the silence grew louder.

She looked like she wanted to say something but you ended up speaking before she could, “No ring, no getting on your knees, huh…but I’ll make an exception for you since you are cute”, you reply with smile. You sounded calm but in truth your heart couldn’t have been beating faster.

Chaeyoung blinked slowly and then suddenly hugged you, laughing in happiness, holding you tightly, hoping you wouldn’t notice her getting teary eyed. You were the same and were hugging her back tightly blinking quickly hoping the tears wouldn’t flow.

You both stayed like that, hugging and snuggling in silence as it grew dark and cold quickly. Until it became too cold to stay and you both made your way back to the hotel.

After your endeavors, you both started to call your family and friends to tell them about the good news. Naturally almost everyone was surprised but they were all extremely happy and excited too, teasing and congratulating you both.

NSFW HCs (kinda)

Chaeyoung had chosen a really expensive and big room for you both to stay at for the trip. Like, the room itself had 2 floors inside it big. An elevator, balcony, pool, all the works.

And was there a better opportunity go try out all of those things throughly? Probably not so you both made the most of it. Pool sex, balcony sex, everything and overall the day being much more tiring than you’d have expected but it was definitely worth it.

Entering your room, Chaeyoung stopped you from getting on the bed, a mischievous smile on her face. “You wanted me on my knees didn’t you?”, she said holding your legs and taking off your shorts.

There wasn’t much you both did except lay and hold each other than that one thing from Chaeyoung though. You both were too happy at the moment to do anything else.

Lately Chaeyoung had been quite busy so you two couldn’t spend a lot of time together. It was a bit annoying at first. But quite exciting when you began to sneak in during her shoots to “help” her during her breaks. Or when during the concerts she was alone in the dressing room. The VIP pass she got you sure helped a lot.

Since you both got engaged Chaeyoung had become a lot more bold and would often pin you down to make out randomly before things got really heated. But she didn’t always let it go that far. She sometimes said that “you didn’t earn it yet” or “that she has something special planned if you can control yourself for now”.

She had also become a bit of an early riser lately and as a byproduct of that, morning sex was almost always on the cards. Especially since Chaeyoung is quite playful in the morning.

Since Chaeyoung had become more dominant, you ended up becoming more bratty towards her. Soon enough she revealed her strict side to you. You didn’t know how authoritative she could sound. And the way she looked at you, her eyes always looking down at you, like you weren’t worthy enough to be looked at her. For some reason you kinda liked that look.

Chaeyoung’s willpower was tested to the maximum when you went to visit her parents. You had been teasing her a lot lately and she wanted to jump at you. But she also was too conscious of doing anything too much at her parent’s house.

She promised to give you a really good massage when she finishes her tour and you are looking forward for that.

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Eight - You've escaped the restaurant with Miguel, and now you sit in a fast food parking lot discussing the night's events.

Ch 9

You sit in Miguel’s passenger seat, burger in hand, fries balanced between your thighs and your vanilla milkshake in the cupholder, and he loves it. Loves how domestic it feels, how you happily eat your food, visibly relaxing into the leather seat.

“So, how did you meet Kasey?” You ask him, fiddling with the air conditioning vent in front of you.

“You’ll hate me.” Miguel says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Never.” You say, smiling mischievously at him, intrigue emanating from you.

He knows you, knows you love hearing about any sort of drama as long as you’re not a part of it.

“One-night stand, she was hitting on my brother at first, then Mina stepped in, tried to fight her, so I convinced Kasey it would be better to ride me instead of a stretcher to the hospital.”

Your hand flies to your mouth. “You did not say that to her.”

He groans and gives you a guilty smile. “I did.”

“And she went home with you?”

Kasey is...spontaneous, an adrenaline junkie with an addictive personality and a desire to experience all life has to offer before she has to settle down. Which according to their last conversation would be soon. She’d just been promoted, a new position which would send her out to Vermont. She’d already bought a house, planned to move her dogs there, to reconnect with her sister, and nieces who lived only ten minutes down the road from her new place.

But for all her planning though she was still Kasey, she still wanted a few last moments of fun and Miguel was her favorite place to get them. “She’s obsessed with me.”

Your eyes are wide, shining with amused shock. “You literally said the words, ‘it would be better to ride me than a stretcher to the hospital,’ to her face?”

Miguel takes a calculated risk. “I think my exact words were, you’re a pretty girl and my sister-in-law can fight. So, why don’t we save you a trip to the hospital, and you ride my cock instead of a stretcher?”

Your scent changes, you shift in your seat, gorgeous thighs rubbing against each other. He basks in it, wants to go further, feel that save wave of arousal rolling off you that he did back in the restaurant when he called you a good girl.

“Yeah…maybe we don’t double-date anymore.” You say, dipping a fry in your milkshake, attempting to act entirely unfazed.

“Maybe not.” Miguel agrees. No need to double-date, soon Todd will be gone, Kasey will be gone, and it’ll just be us for all eternity.

He could sit here forever, music playing softly, the hum of the neon sign, your perfume filling the car, the cool night air weaving through the open windows.

After a while, you speak up. “Also, I’m sorry about Todd, he’s…” You trail off, staring at the night sky blankly.

“Kind of a dick?” Miguel fills in for you.

You snort, “yeah, kinda, but seriously he can be so nice sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Y/N he should always be nice to you, you’re amazing.” He wants to shake you, to tell you that Todd is the same as he’s always been, a cruel, selfish, and uncaring man.

It took everything in him to not lunge across the table and sink his fangs into Todd, to tear out his throat and leave him breathless and gurgling, blood staining that ridiculous outfit he wore.

You lean your head back against the headrest and Miguel admires the curve of your neck, how your hair falls back delicately, the steady beating of your pulse, the blood flowing through your veins. “I know…but I just…we’ve been together for a while now, and I always self-sabotage, so I never know if I’m making the flaws up in my head or not.”

“You’re not.” He says, taking a long drink of his own strawberry milkshake. He’ll be throwing it up later tonight, but it’s worth it.

You roll your head to look at him. “Really? How do you know?”

He shrugs, “I just do.”

You close your eyes and let out a long sigh. “I don’t know, I like him, and he doesn’t treat me terribly.”

“He thinks your job is worthless, and that your choices are made without thought, that much was clear.”

Your face scrunches up, eyes still closed. “He’s just so obsessed with money, and don’t get me wrong I want to be rich too, but not at the expense of living my life and doing things I actually enjoy.”

“A life without passions is not worth living.” He says, focusing on the horizon.

You’re quiet, he can hear your thoughts whirling around in your head, a jumbled mess of emotions threatening to tumble out and spill over.

“I just…” Your voice is strained, wobbly, and breaks in the middle.

Miguel glances over at you to see tears glistening as they slip down your cheeks. “Hey, hey, y/n, mi dulce, please don’t cry.” He reaches for your hand, capturing it between his own.

“I’m just so embarrassed, and mad, and tired and I…” You dissolve into sobs, your free hand covering your eyes, your body bending forward in the seat.

“No, no, don’t be embarrassed, why are you embarrassed?” He soothes, his thumb stroking the skin of your inner wrist.

“My fucking boyfriend asked your fuckbuddy for sex tips, and they didn’t even fucking work, but I know you’re good at sex because everyone raves about it, and now you know that I’m…”

Broken? A freak? Stuck laying under a guy who treats me like an object, makes me feel worthless?

Your thoughts are pouring into him, a rushing waterfall of doubt and insecurity.

He can’t sit by anymore, he releases your hand and cups your face, lifting it, so your eyes meet his. “Y/N, I know nothing except what you wish to tell me, I am not judging you, I am judging him, but not you, never you. You are—you deserve so much more than him, and I’m sorry if you feel like I’m overstepping, but I have to say something. You are a good person y/n, sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, dedicated, passionate, caring, and he—he is a wet chihuahua barking because he has nothing better to do.”

He can feel your internal battle, how desperately you want to believe him, how frightened you are of leaving Todd, because what if Miguel doesn’t feel the same as you? He knows you fear risking everything for a chance at nothing. So, he pulls back, you have to make this jump on your own, no matter how badly he wants to carry you.

“As your friend, I would be doing you a disservice by not telling you the truth.” He feels the pang in your heart echoing in his.

Friend, just friends.

You nod, tears slowly drying. “Yeah, you’re right, thank you. It means a lot to me that you care so much.”

He brushes back a lock of your hair, admiring you in the glow of the streetlights. “No tienes idea de lo fácil que es amarte. Essentially, you make it very easy to care about you.” Trsl: You have no idea how easy it is to love you.

You smile at him, and your smile is like the sun blooming over the horizon, like his first breath of air after clawing out of his grave, it is you, you, you, you. “You’re so sweet, thank you.”

“You are easy to be sweet to.” He says, fighting the impulse to lean forward and connect your lips.

You bite back a laugh. “A wet chihuahua?”

He chuckles, caressing your face once more before forcing himself to let go. “It seemed an apt comparison, he’s so small compared to me.”

“Everyone is small compared to you, you’re a giant.”

There you are, his girl, smiling and teasing him, the light returning to your eyes. “I am not.”

“You are! Have you seen yourself? I swear your biceps are bigger than my head. And you’re so broad? Tell me right now, be honest, are you taking steroids?” He busts out laughing and you slap his shoulder. “Miguel, I’m serious, that can’t be natural.”

“I’m not taking steroids; I have good genetics and I work out regularly.” He explains. “It’s all about your diet.”

And I’m an immortal being with enhanced abilities, and physicality.

“Todd will never believe that he swears up and down that steroids are the only way to get really buff.”

“Does he want to gain muscle?” Todd wasn’t weak looking per se, but Miguel wouldn’t say he was “buff.”

You look down at your hands, mumbling. “I like guys with muscles.”

“What was that, dulce? I couldn’t hear you.” Miguel prods. His enhanced hearing of course caught your words, but he wants to hear you say it again.

You scrunch up your nose. “I like guys with muscles okay, I’m a bicep girl, I like having something to hold onto.”

“You like what you like.” Miguel flexes, casually reaching to turn down the music, but he can feel your eyes following his every movement.

“Yeah…but Todd says his ‘genetic makeup isn’t built for bulking’ so I guess that’s that.” You say, a hint of longing in your tone, when he reaches behind his seat to stretch out his shoulders.

Miguel wants to pounce. To take you in the backseat of his car and show you what his strength can do, let you sink your teeth into his biceps, scratch your nails down his back and shoulders, mark him, claim him.

“I hope he sleeps with Kasey.” Your words rip him from his thoughts.

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[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 16

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2.1K

Part 15 ←→ Part 17

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Beth felt at ease making things right between her and Robin. Like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She was even interacting with the kids. The only person she had yet to smooth things over with was Steve. Robin had hinted to her that it was absolutely killing him but she still couldn’t comprehend he felt that way for her at all. That wasn’t something she could just get over in one night. That was years worth of abuse and trauma she couldn’t just erase. Fact was Steve had still hurt her, whether it was intentional or not and how can she truly believe he was attracted to her when he was asked to give her a shot in the first place? If Steve couldn’t come to love her on his own was it really love at all?

So because of that Beth had spent the better part of two weeks avoiding him. She was doing a good job to and Steve was keeping his distance. He didn’t want to force her into proximity if she wasn’t ready. He was going to do everything right this time, he just hoped she would want to actually talk to him. Christmas was coming fast, and even faster her birthday, and he was running out of time to make up with her before then. So against his better judgment he came up with a plan, a plan pre-approved by Robin and Nancy which he had both made sure to ask before he ruined things further.

“I have to stop in Mrs. Addams class before I leave, I’ll see you later” Robin suddenly said as her and Beth walked towards the school doors. The final bell before Christmas break had rung and they were on their fast way of escape.

“Oh, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow” Beth said, a bit confused by her friends sudden departure but she pulled her coat close to her and started for the doors. She only realized why Robin had parted so soon when she rounded the corner.

There Steve Harrington stood, back leaned against the wall, his white Nikes scuffed and worn. He wore a heavy red sweater and a black coat draped over his shoulders. Wet snowflakes littered through his fluffy hair, cheeks pink from the cold, and Beth only vaguely wondered what it would be like to kiss him right now.

“Hi” he jumped up, standing at attention now that Beth had appeared. She realized it didn’t really hurt all that much seeing him, in fact it was kinda nice.

“Hi” she offered a smile back and he went to wipe his palms on his jeans, this was the most nervous he had ever been.

“Look, I didn’t mean to corner you. I’m going to leave I just wanted to give you this” and Beth watched as he fumbled with his jacket pocket, pulling a white envelope free from its confinement and holding it over. Beth reached for it, begging her hand not to shake.

“Thanks” she muttered once she had it pulled to her chest and the hand that used to have the envelope ran nervously through his hair, snowflakes now melted away.

“Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday” he offered and Beth gave him a smile. Steve took this as his cue to leave so he shoved his hands deep in his pockets and headed for the door.

“Merry Christmas to you too Steve” Beth called out and Steve froze before turning back and looking at her. Maybe it was a peace offering, a notion to be civil, but after getting to know her that would never be enough. Only knowing Beth Walker in passing was the worst way to know her, because you would forever have to live with the fact that you missed out.

Beth made her way home, the old escort stuttering to life and working overtime to pump some heat into the vehicle. Beth could feel the envelope burning a hole through her pocket but she kept herself from looking at it the whole way home, even through her house as she removed the scarf from her neck and greeted her mother with a kiss. It wasn’t until she was sat up at the desk in her bedroom, the lamp offering a warm glow, did she looked at the scratched writing on the front. It was Steves, loopy and sharp all at the same time, and her heart fluttered over the fact that he had written her name. He had written this just for her.

Dear Beth,

Absolutely nothing will change the fact that I hurt you. I know that, I accept that. Thing is I can’t accept that you think it was all fake. I’m a good friend, a loyal friend, but a shit actor. So if you think every moment between us was me pretending for the sake of Robin you are mistaken. In high school I got shit grades because I could never keep track of what I was writing in an essay but as I write this I don’t find myself getting off track because you need to know this. That guy in high school that hurt you, he forgot you because he hated himself for how he treated you. What you don’t know is that moments before he had tried to stop his friends, maybe he should have tried harder, but at least it was something. The guy I am now, he’s still new, he’s still getting the hang of things, and that guy wasn’t in high school long enough to meet you.

Yet when you showed up on my doorstep that first night he noticed you immediately. He noticed how big and bright your eyes were, how short you were, how long your curly brown hair swung around your back, and he took all of these things and noticed how beautiful you were. I asked you to that party, I asked you on that date, that was all me. I wanted to do those things with you because damnit Beth, anyone who is around you long enough knows you can’t help but fall in love with you. So Robin may have brought you to my house, asked me to get to know you, but everything else was all me, because falling in love with you has been the easiest thing I’ve done in the last two years. I’d like the opportunity to love you again, so when you’re ready let me know because there is absolutely no way I’m going to be getting over you anytime soon.

Happy Birthday!

Love, Steve

Beth had always wanted a love letter. The idea of it always pulled at her heart strings. It was such a romantic gesture, one she enjoyed in many books and many movies. Thing was she never thought she could ever receive one. Never figured someone would write the fat girl a love letter. Yet here in her hands, in the simplest terms, was a love letter from Steve Harrington. Maybe he couldn’t bring himself to say all those things out loud. He still made sure to write them down and hand deliver it to her. That had to account for something right?

Scrambling for the phone on the corner of her desk she pulled it close, fingers fumbling with the numbers as she hastily typed in Robins house number, and prayed she’d be there to pick up. “Hello”

“Robin, hey!” Beth anxiously spluttered out, dropping the letter on the desk in hopes not to crumple it too much.

“I assume you read the letter” Robin said and Beth anxiously giggled, unsure of what to do.

“I, yeah. I read it” Beth said, her foot tapping nervously unsure really why she called.

“Look Beth he’s not expecting you to chase after him. He just wanted you to know the truth. So don’t get all worked up and freaked out. Take some time to mull it over, read it a few times, bask in the feeling of being desired” Robin told her and Beth instantly remembered this was why she called. Robin knew what she was thinking and calmed her down. She didn’t need much else.

“Do you think he really loves me?” Beth asked, the phone chord coiling around her finger as she played with it. Her eyes glanced over at the letter, the word love written hastily in Steve’s rush to get all his thoughts on paper.

“I do, because you can’t put a timer on love. You’ve known him for three months, spent time with him, got to know him. Sometimes when it’s right, it’s right. Three months is just enough time if not more, to fall in love” Robin told Beth and Beth broke out in a grin, thinking of all those moments with Steve. How for a while there they didn’t go more than a day without seeing each other. They weren’t just dating they were friends and in that time she had become friends with all of his friends too. During that she learned to love all those friends, so it was no wonder she fell in love with Steve too. It made sense especially since it hurt so much when she left him.

“I think I love him too Robin” she whispered into the phone, almost embarrassed to say it out loud because when she first met Steve she promised herself she wasn’t going too.

“I know you do Beth, so enjoy it. I’ll see you Sunday” Robin told her, smiling widely even though the girl couldn’t see it. It was almost Beth’s 18th birthday and she was happy and in love. It was all she ever wanted for Beth.

“See you Sunday” Beth muttered back and Robin hung up the phone with a click. Beth took a moment before dropping the phone and jumping up in celebration. She cheered, she squealed, and then spun around until she had fallen in a heap on her bed.

“What is going on up here?” her mother burst through the door and through excited giggles Beth could only smile at her Mom as she stood to hand her the letter. Anxiously she watched as she read and when she was done she looked up to her daughter with a smile.

“Oh Beth” and then they were hugging and jumping around together. “Are you gonna go see him?”

“I don’t know yet” Beth told her as she stepped away, retrieving the letter from her mothers grasp.

“Why not?!” she asked her and Beth shrugged as she set it back down on her desk.

“I don’t know, I think I just want some time to really let it sink in. Get my thoughts in order” she told her and Allie smiled, walking over to press a kiss to her hair.

“Do I want to ask what he meant by hurting you in high school?” she asked instead and Beth just chuckled as she shook her head.

“No, because I’m over it. Turns out I have been for a while” and Allie could only smile as she hugged her daughter again. All she ever wanted for her was to know she could be loved if she had let people in. Now it was true and a boy loved her daughter the way a boy should. Irrevocably and unapologetically.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour” Allie told her once she let her go and Beth nodded with a smile that just wouldn’t go away. Allie left the room and Beth grabbed the letter again as she laid on her bed, eyes traveling across the words that she was sure to never get sick of.

She spent the better part of the next hour trying to picture Steve writing it. Probably sat at his desk, under that red corvette picture, in his eerily empty house, as he tried to collect his thoughts. Each of those thoughts about her and that image alone warmed her heart over. The image made her long for the boy, wishing she was in that big empty house with him, comforting him, loving him. Everything was a thing of the past now, but if now, after almost three weeks of giving him the cold shoulder, and he still wanted to love her, she would just have to give him a chance. If she didn’t she’d miss out on the chance of being loved and you’d have to be stupid to miss out on that.

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a/n: the last two chapters have been written my friends, this journey we have taken with Beth and Steve has been so wonderful, and for the first time in three months I no longer have to write a new chapter for this series and in a way I feel empty. Beth was a character created to remind you all you are beautiful the way you are and can be loved by anyone if you put yourself out there and are confident in your being. I’ll get more sappy during the last chapter but thank you all so far for enjoying.

[repldemiurge]

pride was about forgiveness this year

i spent all month working to get over myself and engage with my past and future selves in a way without shame, without anger, without self-flagellation. this is the most significant period of change and importance in my life in quite some time, and it's been hard to not beat myself up for taking the time that i took to get here.

so instead of "why not then" i've been thinking "do it for her"

Do it for March 2013. For the first time you really knew. (Love the trash can. S/o to the old anime club room)

Do it for June 2010. Everyone was so nice that you got a "mature" haircut but you were so so so scared that you were gonna be a "man" soon (also the house looks like The Backrooms here?)

Do it for future Rachel - who in a couple years is prooooobably gonna have a really awkward thanksgiving.

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Do it for July 2013. This was originally posted with "Look at how cute she is :3" #guitar babe

Definitely do it for August 2015. She was so nervous and hated how she looked SO much that she couldn't take a single photo for years without screwing up her face in every direction possible

Do it for future Rachel who's hit the point where she doesn't have to think about this every day

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Do it for July 2011. After all, it wasn't all bad. People have always cared about you. And you still smiled a lot

Do it for June 2015, who, much to her chagrin, finally ended up having some chin fuzz. Between that and the super long hair, she just leaned into the metalhead thing for a long while. That kinda worked. (Also your thumb makes it look like you have a giant trogdor arm lmao)

Do it for February 2020. She needed help.

Do it for July 2018. You have to do it for July 2018. You have to hold July 2018 forever and say that it's going to be okay. That when your perfect lover asks you if you're their girlfriend. And you lie. and you fail. And you just sob and cry and weep. It's going to be okay. She was so close. She was so so so close

Do it for future Rachel on her deathbed. Surrounded by all her loves and precious memories. She made it.

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Do it for September 2021. She'd given up. Just tried to bury everything. At least you looked REALLY good in this photo. Like everything else aside you look HOT here. Still *wrong*, but damn it's a good pic

and of course. Do it for her. Day 1. All the anticipation and anxiety building to this one moment. (I'm always gonna have to hold the first day of HRT stache, but I think I can look back and laugh at this one)

No more wailing. No more wondering if there was anything worth looking forward to. No more beating yourself up for what you weren't able to do. All these ghosts thank you. And you have to thank them for making you, here, now. 3 Months today.

[dreamonseems]

The man I am

Part 1

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Pre outbreak Joel and Tommy, move to a small town in Canada. After Joel's daughter Sarah dies from a tragic accident. Joel meets the reader and falls in love. She helps him move on from his grief. And he starts a new life with the reader.

Notes

◇ There is an age gap between the reader and Joel, the reader is 19 and Joel is 35.

◇ There will be an outbreak in this story but first I'll start pre-outbreak. Tess will also come in later in the story.

◇ HI, this is my first Joel fanfic. I feel like this will be bad, but I'm going to try to write this anyway. I had a dream about it so I kinda want to make it true lol. I'm also Canadian so that's why they are in Canada lol. But they will make their way back to the USA.

"Sarah, where are you?" I found myself back in my old house.

Sarah was giggling as she hid behind the curtains, and I could hear her tiny breaths as she tried to keep quiet.

"Are you here?" I asked looking behind the couch as I searched the room, pretending not to see her, but I knew exactly where she was hiding. Suddenly, Sarah jumped out from behind the curtains and yelled, "Boo!"

I jumped "Oh my you scared me!" I pretend to look terrified. "I'm sorry daddy!" She giggles. I laughed and scooped her up in my arms, spinning her around in the air. Her laughter filled the air I felt a deep sense of happiness and contentment. I had forgotten what it felt like to be so carefree and happy. I wanted the moment to last forever.

But then, everything starts to take a dark turn. Suddenly, there is blood everywhere I hear the sound of bullets whizzing past my head, and I knew I had to get my daughter to safety. But as I look down Sarah is laying in my arms dead. Her once happy eyes were full of life and were no longer. The emptiness was left in its place. I cry for help but there is no one just her and I.

"Joel."

"Joel?"

"Joel!"

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You ok there? you dozed off, you were mumbling in your sleep." Tommy says as he pulls the truck over.

"I'm... I'm... OK." I say turning my head toward my brother. I start to feel a deep sadness wash over me as I remembered that Sarah was gone.

"Well, we are here brother, ready to start new beginnings," Tommy announced as put pats my arm. "Yeah," I mumble as I look out the window. Wishing I could go back to that moment in my dream where I was playing with Sarah and stay there forever, but I knew that it was just a dream and that I had to face the reality of the world I was living in now.

I had lost everything that mattered to me. My daughter Sarah had been taken from me in a tragic accident, and I had been left with nothing but grief and guilt. I became a mass, a monster. All the darkness was melting off me. I didn't work, I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. All I did was drink, fight, and fuck to get all my aggression out. But one day I woke up and decided I couldn't take it anymore and it would be my last day on this unfair earth. That's what I thought at least but that plan didn't work out so here I am. Still alive in this small town in God knows where Canada.

Tommy met a girl, Maria. He thought it would be a good idea to move to where she was living and he took me with him. He said he had a good feeling that I would find something worth living for again. I can't trust that would happen I'm just buying time for when the time comes for me to try again to be with my daughter once more.

"You are here finally!" A woman's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I see Maria run and jump in Tommy's arms.

"It was a long drive." Tommy laughs as he pulls back from the hug. Maria turns to me and extends her hand out for me to shake. "Joel it's finally nice to meet you in person." I shake her hand. "Likewise."

"Well let me show you guys your new home." She turns and smiles back at Tommy. We walk to this historic-looking building. Maria tells us her family owns the little apartment building it's been in her family for many years. "There are 10 complexes and everyone is very friendly and respectful. It's an amazing space for two people." She shows us around the home.

It was beautiful, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the sunlight. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living just enough space for the two of us. I could see Tommy was also amazed by the architecture and the history of the building.

"This is perfect trust me and Joel have lived in worse places." He says hugging her once more.

"Well, it's good for the time being after you meet my family and the house gets done being built I can steal you away." She kisses him.

And I take that as my cue to leave. "I'm going to take a look around town." I excuse myself to let them have some alone time. There is also a part of me that is stinging seeing them happy. As happy as I am for my brother I can't help but think back to my grief.

I walk out and I spot a dinner down the street I decided I could go for a cup of coffee. As I'm walking towards the dinner I feel myself accidentally bump into someone I quickly reach out to grab the much smaller person in front of me.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention!" A female's voice rings out. "It's fine, are you ok are you hurt?" I ask as our eyes meet. "Not hurt I'm sorry again it was my fault I'm too clumsy." She says. But I could not focus. I feel like all the air left my body the minute I looked into her eyes. I was struck by her beauty and her warm smile.

Part 2

[allaboardthevespa]

All I've Ever Needed

(Warning, some mild spoilers for episode 3 lie ahead in this preamble)

Soooooo episode 3 happened, and honestly, I don't know how to feel. I LOVE where Riya's arc is going and Jake also calmed down, which is good to see. But god Miriam did Tom dirty this ep, and I am kinda starting to worry about Ellie's arc. I mean, if she's doing a villain arc, fair enough, but I'm worried for what this will mean for her friendship with Gabby - reminder that Ellie was the first person who ever made Gabby feel valid? I really don't want things to go awry between them but I'm worried it's an inevitability...

So to cheer myself up I wrote an adorable fluff ficlet featuring them being romantic, cuz I've been starved for that content lol. It's probably not very in character for Ellie knowing what she's been through, but I need some touching cuteness.

Oh yeah, Tess is here too.

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Outside the Cyan Team's tent, Tess was drawing a night sky. She gazed towards the heavens, and painted drops of white to represent the twinkling stars above her.

Watching her from within the tent, Ellie and Gabby decided to go out to watch their friend.

"Wow, Tess," Gabby chirped as she stepped outside the waterproof tent, getting Tess' attention, "That's such a pretty drawing! You're so good at this!" "Thanks," the dark-haired girl responded with a smile.

All of a sudden an idea appeared in Tess' mind. She took a pale white paint and streaked it gently across the dark blue background, before dabbling a tiny dot ahead of that white streak.

The girls didn't take long to register what Tess had just painted. "Wow," Ellie spoke lightly, "Is that a shooting star?" "What else would it be?" the artist chuckled quietly, before looking to the skies once more, admiring the twinkling stars above her. "Even after a life like mine, I've still wished on a shooting star every time I've seen one. Maybe it's futile, but it's a source of comfort. It always has been." "Aw, I do the very same thing!" giggles the Polish girl, "Every time I see a shooting star, I wish that I could make friends with every animal in the world and make them all happy forever!" She clapped her hands giddily, and Ellie couldn't help but blush at how adorable her girlfriend was being. It felt like, even after the life she'd been through, Gabby's infectious joy was always capable of making her rough life worth dealing with.

Calming down, Gabby sat on the grass and asked Tess, "If you could make a wish right now…what would you wish for?" "Well," the quiet girl considers for a moment, before giving her answer, "I'd wish that Ally and Hunter could find a way to work through their issues and be happy. That's what I want most." Now the Asocial turned to the freckled girl, "What about you, Ellie? If you could wish for anything…what would you wish for?"

Ellie thought for a moment, and soon came up with her response…

"Honestly? I don't need to wish for anything," she said, "Right now, I have everything I want and need." "Wait, huh?" Gabby gasped, "But what about your jo-" Ellie cut her off, giving her girlfriend a warm, loving smile. "That'd be nice, trust me…but I already have everything I could've ever needed in my life…" And with that, Ellie gently put one of her hands on Gabby's cheek, stroking it gently with her fingers. She gazed deeply into the eyes of her beloved Tree Hugger - her one and only Nature Princess.

"And she's right here in front of me."

[predoom]

ohoneohone

Saturday, January 14th, 2006 4:14 pm "noones ever been this good for this long" this is everything i am thinking right now with out transition. i apologize for my brains lack of linear thought processing: i hate the way it gets dark so early here this time of year. i guess "seasonal depression" kind of falls under "ADD" and "post tramatic whatever disorder" for me. i feel like its science from the madhatter down the rabbit hole. not too real. but lately i just wake up blue - my only thought is- how soon will the day be over so i can get back into bed. i open my eyes just a tiny bit and blur the numbers on the clock with my eyelashes. every word you say rolls off of my back - the praises and the barbs. i don't hear either, ever. sometimes the tips of my fingers itch from the back of my head- just to get the chance to tear someone to pieces and just barely let them off the hook. i swear to god, i was asleep alone. quick text me an alibi and oh god please don't dust the keyboard for prints. sometimes i stare out of the frosted window and make up stories as people walk by. the bottled blonde, park ave. princess walking whichever dog matches her coat. you know how i could turn your world upsidedown. its not love if a day goes by when you don't think about dropping it. its not the world keeping you on the outside, its you not wanting to be on the inside. everyone wants to be the first. buts its okay to be the second if you understand it better, if you make it look prettier. worn down doesn't even touch this. and theres nothing worse than when someone acts like they have you figured out, when you haven't even figured yourself out. nice boys don't write good stories or sing good songs. and his songs are boring. and his stories are just personal ads set to background music. i found the skeleton key for wedlock but i am holding off on telling her. on telling anyone for that matter. consistent inconsistency. thats all you ever have to remember and you'll do okay with me. dancers are always strippers. and paying their way through college is the BE VE. oh and hey pete do you remember the way the world used to trick you with fifty degrees in january and orange leaves in june? button your jacket tight, don't believe everything you read... don't even believe everything you wrote. i'm tired of always leaving. i'm tired of the way things always/never change. swim upstream until your gills bleed just because thats what genetic encoding commands. there aren't any trophies that are really worth it in the end. they can put you in a box when you are very young, so you'll be a pretty corpse but there are too many pages filled with too many words to lie beside you forever. intelligent design is the last great joke i heard. but honestly, no one will ever stay where i tell them, least of all the years. they keep moving. worlds greatest liar and how do you know i'm not lying when i tell you this right now? and thats coming from the king of one-liners. copy and pasted - long live the away message. kiss the monitor. fast asleep baby. Friday, January 6th, 2006 8:11 pm i am just a hot mess. i woke up to the feeling of myself throwing up today. pretty much put a damper on the entire day. i ate about 50 stomach pills and then threw them all up- it was a pretty color in the toilet. my toungue is black on the top right now. i am pretty sure thats a bad thing. i watched way too much gastinaeu (however you spell it) girls today. i think it made me sicker. it took me awhile to realize that they were mother and daughter and not sisters- but the mom is kinda hot in pissy kind of way. my mom is out of town so there was noone here to take care of me- my brother was around but hes pretty much always bongzilla'd. so i waited for back-up caretakers to arrive- one of them was busy cutting hair and the other has like a "real" job besides being dad.

the best part about vomitting alone in the morning is the way the bathroom tiles feel kinda cool in a pleasant way so i took a nap there for a bit. i want to see hostel tonight but the problem is all the vomitting- see its not that i mind so much its just what if i run into someone in my sicky gear and puke on them?

wow. i am glad i did this update. arent you?

im gonna leave the comments open cause i never do- just write down the first thing that comes into your mind when you see that reply button- heres mine:

i am just a hot mess. (989 Comments |Comment on this) Saturday, December 24th, 2005 9:57 pm blue christmas so i was sitting around this christmas. just kinda getting bummed out looking at the lights outside of shiny houses in my neighborhood and decided that it was time fall out boy gave somethng back. we decided to pick a cause that we feel is often overlooked- education of poor people in africa (specifically ethiopia). we feel like education is one of the most important building blocks in change- so after doing some research we found and organization that we felt really was doing it right: www.a-cet.org - this isn't some glossy amazing press piece it is doing something quietly to make a change- and we loved that. so we decided to put a couple of old and rare FOB and clandestine items up on ebay. here's the deal- if you dont see the link off of a fall out boy site than don't trust that it is us doing it- part two- keep bidding the more we can help the better. and three we will keep adding more items up here for a bit so keep checking back. they are all legitimate and endorsed by FOB and all items will come signed. happy bidding:

a clandestine shirt sample that was never made: http://cgi.ebay.com/never-produced-clandestine-shirt-sample-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812617551QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

breakdance not hearts shirt worn on big in 05 awards: http://cgi.ebay.com/clandestine-breakdance-not-hearts-shirt-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812615104QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

giant moonman pez dispenser given to nominees at the VMAs http://cgi.ebay.com/giant-VMA-moonman-pez-dispenser_W0QQitemZ4812612435QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

complete set of take this to your grave trading cards. including rare card: http://cgi.ebay.com/fall-out-boy-trading-card-lot-takethistoyourgrave_W0QQitemZ4812607828QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

new:

original bleach "i am the dream" shirt clandestine: http://cgi.ebay.com/original-bleach-clandestine-shirt-i-am-the-dream_W0QQitemZ4812798220QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

original secret order shirt http://cgi.ebay.com/secret-order-of-FOB-shirt-hyper-limited_W0QQitemZ4812800208QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

alternative press poster signed by entire band http://cgi.ebay.com/alternative-press-poster-fall-out-boy-limited_W0QQitemZ4812796786QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

spend your xmas cash... Thursday, December 8th, 2005 3:34 am last week i got to hold a baby orangatan (spelled completely wrong).

that was the best moment of my life.

ill try to find a picture.

try to imagine a regular baby, mixed with a puppy, mixed with the song "dont stop believin" by journey. Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 12:59 am sometimes my own words dont suffice. "i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us i hope we come up witha fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight and i hope we hang on past the last exit, i hope its already too late and i hope that the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and i never come back to this town again. in my life i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife and i hope you die. i hope we both die" Sunday, November 20th, 2005 1:36 pm sometimes its like never started sometimes it like its never gonna end

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Soap: Bo Sinclair x f!reader

Not historically accurate Cowboy AU

A/N: Jesus this took forever, sorry about that.

Lester and

Vincent

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Masterlist

You watch from your spot next to Madame Cheryl as three men walk in. They stop in front of her and the one in the middle smirks. He has a confidence to him that the other two men don’t. You look up to read your Madame’s expression when he starts to talk. She’s smiling widely.

You’re getting your first job tonight.

The other two men leave with other girls from the brothel. You didn’t pay attention to their names, you barely paid attention to Bo’s, only remembering it cause it’s so short. Madame Cheryl hands Bo his key and you awkwardly wrap yourself around his arm, walking towards the stairs and to his room.

You let go and quickly make your way to the bathroom starting a warm bath for Bo. From what you could see from under his hat he had dirt and blood caked on his face. Your face scrunches and you stand to get the soaps and a towel from the cabinet. A washcloth sits on the counter and you grab it draping on the side of the tub.

You walk back into the bedroom and Bo has almost everything off already, hanging or setting by the vanity chair. “Would you like help with the rest?” Your voice sounds meek. It makes Bo smirk.

“Sure.”

You unbutton his shirt and your hands begin to sweat as you see him shirtless. You remind yourself that you were bound too. It doesn’t stop you from staring at his strong arms and stomach. You undo his pants and take them off. Your hand reaches for Bo’s, you take it and guide him into the bathroom.

“Why don’t you join me.” It’s a statement, he says it as he gets into the tub. Quick to please you take off your lingerie and step into the tub next to him. The tub is huge, it fits two people comfortably. You grab the washcloth and dip it into the water.

Bo grabs you by the waist and sets you on his lap. You let out a yelp and your face heats. You avoid eye contact and wash the grime off his face.

“Is it true you’re a virgin?” Bo asks, you look down ashamed. Yes you’re worth more if you’re a virgin but it also meant you weren’t experienced and probably weren’t good at satisfying men.

“Y-yes…” You admit, you wipe his chest and shoulders.

“Hey, nothin’ to be ashamed of, I’m just askin’ cause I don’t wanna hurt you.” Bo takes your chin and turns it up so you’re looking at him. You nod and take his hands rubbing the wash cloth up and down his arms. “You’re very pretty.”

“Thank you..” Your voice is quiet. “You’re very handsome.”

There’s a small silence before you push yourself out of your comfort zone. “What brings you here tonight?”

You cup water in your hands and wet his hair, then take lye soap and massage it into his scalp.

“Brothers and I have been travelin’ for a bit. Thought I’d do something nice for once and got us a few rooms here.” Bo answers.

“I’d like to travel. Never been outside of this town.”

Bo hums in acknowledgement. “Think you should find a nice man who likes to travel and go with him.” Bo replies.

“Are you a nice man?” The words come out before you even think yet you still cover your mouth in shock after. Bo chuckles and shakes his head before smirking at you and rubs your thighs under the water.

“No. You wouldn’t wanna travel with me even if I was.”

You cup more water and pour it over his head, taking your hands multiple times to the water to rinse his hair out. “Why is that?” You ask genuinely, your heart aches a bit.

“Get a lot of blood on my hands, girl.”

“Oh, well I think that’s okay cause everyone kinda has to one way or another.”

You get off his lap and he cleans the rest of himself off, you get another towel from the cabinet and wrap yourself in it before walking across the room and getting Bo’s warm towel. He stands and you kindly hand it to him, he ruffles his hair in it and wraps himself, walking into the bedroom. You unplug the drain and put everything else away. You grab a small comb and head into the bedroom.

Bo is laying on the bed, leaning against the headboard when you come in. You get on the bed too, very carefully making sure you don’t fall on the mattress. You sit on his lap and feel something poking your thigh. Your breath shakes but you ignore it and comb through his wet hair. It’s soft and short.

Bo’s hands rub your thighs, he then takes your towel and unwraps it. Cold air hits your skin giving you instant goosebumps. He kisses your collarbone and moves slowly up your neck. Your breath hitches and you freeze when he makes it to your ear.

“You okay hun?” Bo whispers, your mouth is dropped open but no words come out, so instead you nod. Bo let’s put a breathy laugh and leans back taking the comb from your hand and setting it on the nightstand. Bo wraps his arms around you and turns so you’re below him. “Tell me if something is wrong alright?”

Your head frantically nods. He kisses down your body and on each of your thighs. Small squeals come out of you, then something wet touches your cunt. Your back arches. You look down to see Bo’s face buried between your thighs. His tongue licks at your clit and you feel something go inside you. It curls and hits a spot that again makes your back arch. Your eyes roll back. “I’m- Bo, I-“ You whine. A comprehend something else stretching you and realize it’s Bo fingering you. His fingers thrust and curl in you and you writhe. It hurts but it feels good. You don’t know what to do.

He picks up his pace and goes back and forth between licking and sucking your clit.

Suddenly a knot forms in your stomach and you pant. “Bo, I- please keep going, I’m gonna cum Bo.”

His tongue flicks your clit faster and that takes you over the edge. Your eyes roll back and you moan loudly.

You pant and look up at him smiling a bit tiredly. You gently take his face and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. Bo feels up and down your body.

“You doin’ okay sweetheart?”

“Mmhm..”

Bo kisses your neck gently then starts to suck on it leaving a mark. Your body grinds up at him lightly and he chuckles.

“You want me that badly?”

You nod frantically and watch as he lines himself up, he slowly slides in stretching your hole out and you arch your back. The feeling overwhelms you and you start touching Bo around his neck and chest. You move slightly and he starts fucking you.

His hips buck into your and it feels like you’re being stretched over and over again. You whine and move with Bo trying to get more of that feeling. He groans softly into your ear, hugging around you and holding your head with both of his hands he humps into you.

You let out small mewls and kiss into his shoulder, scratching his back. Bo quickens his pace and as his movements become frantic your orgasm builds up. You kiss his ear and cry softly.

“Keep going please. I’m gonna cum.”

Bo let’s out another groan and that puts you over the edge. Your hips buck up and back arches as you let out a loud cry, your thighs tingle and you pant. Bo quickly pulls out and pumps himself until he comes on your thighs.

You let out a small whine and grab Bo forcing him to lay on you. He kisses your neck lightly and you giggle.

“Bo.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to be my only.” You touch his hair which has surprisingly dried up some. He looks up at you with his brows furrowed.

“Only?”

“I know you said you ain’t nice but I want to go with you. I’m okay with you getting blood on your hands and I don’t think anyone else will treat you how you treat me.” You admit, your eyes are glassy and so are Bo’s as you look into them.

“Are you sure you would want that. I’m not backing out and there’s no backing out for you once you come with us. Told you we ain’t nice men.” Bo’s face turns serious.

“I’m not backing out. I’m going with you.”

“Then it’s settled.”

[spiked-mall-goth]

ummmmm guys. i have had a day let me tell you. super long diary like entry lol

i had to get up early to go see my papa and help him move some furniture, and although i was running on a total of 2 1/2 hours of sleep i was excited. he lives out in the city and its about an hour and a half drive but the highway is completely surrounded by trees so that was a fun ride. listened to lots of music and talked about barbies with my dad. we counted 21 total yard sales on the trip.

got home and ate lunch after unloading some beds. my papa wanted some old twin beds out of his house so we took them home. i have a new mattress now!! which hopefully means far less daily back pain!!

after lunch we decided to go to a few of the yard sales we passed by. and let me tell you i got a HAUL. i got a pair of really nice pajama pants that have little skulls on them, then at the next one they had SO MUCH STUFF!!! like guys.. i got a sweater for 25 cents.. GUYS. i got a little black sweater, a flowy black summer top, a fucking black velvet CAPELET, and the most gorgeous black 80s prom dress; although sadly it does not zip and needs alterations but its WORTH IT!!! it has really big poof sleeves and a massive flower sash omg guys its AWSOME. at the same place i also got a little fake ivy for my kitchen :D it desperately needed a little life, a big ass puzzle to work on with my brothers, and they had MOUNDS of vhs tapes... for FREE. soooo uh yeah. may or may not have come home with like twenty new tapes. oh yeah did i metion that i only paid like a total of six dollars so far?? i made out like a Bandit. final yard sale and the woman was like 'uhhhh $1.25.'. so for a $1.25 i got a peanuts drinking glass (i think from mcdonalds..), the entirety of firefly on dvd, and a ceramic angel. normally i do not go for religious imagery in my decor, but. it was like 102F.. i hadnt slept since my two hour night.. i was severely dehydrated.. heat exhaustion was setting in a little bit.. and i dunno, she just called to me. she reminded me of laura palmer.

okay, so i get home and unload all my of goodies, then i start cleaning my room. i have to disassemble my old bed frame and clean under my bed and shit. i already have a pounding headache at this point but i have schedule to keep. beds gotta be moved b4 tmrrw. so i am FIGHTING trying to get the frame apart, i'm all sweaty and gross and i finally get it!! :D i feel some stuff falling over behind me and b4 i can even look up i get whacked right upside my head loony tunes style with a huge metal beam :( i start feeling kinda funny and i vaguely remember talking to my brother who told me to lie down. i pass out cold and hard on the couch for about an hour. vague memories of seeing something in the room with me. not really important i just think you should know.

wake up to my brothers shaking me to make sure i havent DIED. i lived! yayyy!! ate dinner, and then it was time. i have been looking at this online auction for over a week now and it was ending in a matter of minutes. i did when some some stuff! i got the directors cut of JTHM, revenge of the filler rabbit, and some other comic which i cannot remember rn.. but anyways it was 5 bucks! and then i bought a snoopy wallet for a few dollars. although i did miss out on a clear phone.. so sad. but overall i had a very good shopping day today idk why. everything just like fell into my lap at affordable prices... like wow..

after the auction i still had not moved my new bend in (ya know.. bonk on da head) so i fight forever to get it put together. but yippeee!!! its al here! and i was given a new blanket to put on it which is very soft :3

anyways now im here after showing and watching x files for a bit.

if you read all of that.... wow. ily <3. i normally dont like to just like info dump about my irl daily stuff, but today was just so like action packed it was kinda bonkers. anyways i have to go to bed bc i have more stuff going on tmrrw.... and i honestly might just cancel them.. i am TIRED.

[jammedmuses]

let the discourse begin [ x ]

Tisk, Tisk, you got Dissed! Funtime Freddy, Santa noticed that red stapler you stole from your co-worker's office desk last month.

“ Jokes on you! Seeing William flipping the entire office upside down looking for that stapler is WELL worth getting onto the Naughty List! ”

“ And we’d do it again! ”

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There's a reason Santa created a Naughty List. And you're just one of those reasons Golden Freddy.

Literally couldn’t care less, he goes by his own moral compass and his own moral compass alone.

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Santa's been watching you Springtrap, and right now you have a very large coal mine coming your way.

Tired sigh. “ ... thanks. It’ll keep me warm during Winter, I guess... ”

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So far you are on the "Nice" list Millie, but you'd better watch out... Santa's checking his list twice!

“ ........ I’m 14. ”

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Well, Gretel, you've been a good kid this year. Santa has lots of good stuff for you this Christmas!

“ Well! I suppose that’s not too shabby all things considered, h- heh...! ”

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Tails Doll do you kiss your Mom with that mouth?! Santa puts kids on the Naughty List for cursing, and frankly you've got a mouth like a Sailor! Naughty List for you.

“ Fuck you! What mouth!? WHAT FUCKING MOUTH do you see on my face!? ”

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Now, Bendy. Santa knows you're trying, but it still doesn't make up for last year. You're on the Naughty List.

“ WELL THEN?? I GUESS TRYING DOESN’T FUCKING MEAN ANYTHING THEN??? HOW ABOUT I DON’T TRY AT ALL AND BECOME THE LEGEND AT THE VERY TOP OF YOUR NAUGHTY LIST THEN??? HUH??? ” He took this very personally.

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Alice Angel, you must have been EXTRA nice this year. Santa has a smiley face next to your name on the Nice List!

“ Oh, you~! I just do what I can! ”

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Congratulations, Jinx! You've made the Nice List! JUST KIDDING. You've been a very bad, bad person.

“ Ugh... thanks for reminding me that I suck forever no matter what. ”

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In the words of Larry David, you've been "pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty good" this year Breach.

“ Of course! I make sure everything’s good and pretty in place! ” She might have misinterpreted this at some point...

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Ho ho ho! Nice try, Banshee. Thought you could slip one past the Big Guy, huh? Naughty.

Literally starts sobbing. “ I-I’m trying the best I can--! ” How could you do this to her!?

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Whoa Ketut! You need to start thinking about packing your bags if you don't change your ways soon. Santa is more likely to hunt you down than bring you a present.

“ He’s envious that Halloween is and will ALWAYS be 666 thousand times better than Christmas! Come at me, un-spooky old fart! ”

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You'll be getting a big gift this year! A big, big box of packaged air. That's right Cubby you're on the Naughty List.

“ Oh, com’on! Actually, wait.. I can just paint a Santa Claus replica who will gift me! ” Cubby no that’s cheating, that’s exactly the kinda thing that gets you on the naughty list.

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The world could use more people like you, Gintara. Keep up the good work, and you'll make the Nice List every year!

“ Thank you! I’m glad I’m making a positive difference! I just wish my mother would’ve chosen this path as well. She would be much happier, I’m sure. I know I am! ”

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Iasis, Santa has something extra special for you this year! You're at the top of the Nice List.

“ Um. I mean thank you, but-- at the top of the list? Did I really earn that...? ” Come on kid, give yourself more credit.

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Nina Blip, you REALLY put ex-lax in Santa's cookies?! Don't expect to see your name on the Nice List anytime soon.

“ Whatever, I don’t want nor need your imaginary judgmental fat ass getting stuck down my chimney anyway. ” Don’t you have anything to say about the ex-lax, Nina?

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So far you are on the "Nice" list Bea, but you'd better watch out... Santa's checking his list twice!

“ Hey! People can’t make perfect choices every second! ”

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Kiki, you have been sooooo nice that you make "The CareBears" look selfish.

Happy bouncing!

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Way to help that old lady, Technum. Santa will certainly add you to the Nice List this year.

“ Well, when an ‘old program’ doesn’t run well, you should always find ways for it to run smoother instead of having it struggle until it crashes! ” Well that’s quite the analogy to “you should always help others” but it works.

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The world could use more people like you, Spectrum. Keep up the good work, and you'll make the Nice List every year!

“ I’m sure my brother is a far better role model, but thanks. ”

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You better start making some room for the huge lump of coal you’re about to get, or either start cleaning up your act Goose!

No. :)

It might as well use that very coal to commit arson. :))

[jayextee]

Shining the Holy Ark

Unfinished business, now finished. I didn't beat this back in the day, you see.

Okay, so, in a pre-Final Fantasy VII 1990's I used to love RPGs; what little of them we saw here in the UK anyway. Most of the fare for the SEGA consoles either began with 'Shining' or 'Phantasy' and, well, that's what RPGs were to me. It took a while to eventually respect Square's seventh not-entirely-'final' opus on my own terms, but hoooo boy did the hype put me off the genre. For a bit.

Going back to a game like Shining the Holy Ark though, makes it incredibly easy to see why FFVII broke apart the very continents and reshaped the landscape of the role-playing genre forever. Because what we had beforehand was, well, this.

It's not bad, really it isn't. It's just, well, very traditional. Very very. If you'd played Shining in the Darkness recently and someone told you there was a sequel for SEGA Saturn in much the same vein, your most-conservative guess as to what it would look and feel like would be this game. So, well, if you like SitD it's all well and good. If not? Nothing here to change your mind, I'm afraid -- it's all grid-based (kinda, some places deviate a tiny bit from that) dungeon (kinda, there are forests and caves and outdoor areas and even a mansion) crawler (kinda, you can double-tap forward to run) fare from beginning to end. Bit O' grind, too. Like parent, like child. I guess.

I'm doing it a little disservice there though, because I think the game actually is kinda charming. The plot is interesting enough even if delivered a little awkwardly. The visuals do as best they can given the gridlike constraints, with the Saturn even throwing around a whole ton of those forbidden translucencies it apparently couldn't do.

And it sounds lovely, too. In fact everything about this game is relatively solid, nothing doesn't work; but there's nothing too spicy about it all either. Turn-based combat's pretty standard with no elemental play or much in the way of high strategy beyond making sure all your characters are healthy enough to take the hits whilst delivering their own most-powerful attacks in return.

I feel like I should mention at some point the occasional puzzle; some of these are devious in a great way! Midway through the game there are two deity statues between whom seven gems with different values should be shared equally; and you're not directly told what those values are, only their relation to the other gems. Not wanting to guide dangit the solution, I had the paper and pens out to solve it myself. And I did! And it was great! I feel like more of that and less grindy combat in labyrinths, could've elevated this game from 'good' to 'great'.

In all, Shining in the Darkness is a nice experience. The kind of thing that we were all happy with until Cloud and Tifa and company went and pissed all over the place, but also the kind of thing that doesn't quite hit the same since all of that happened.

A traditional, if grindy, ride with few highs. Worth playing, barely. 3.5/5

[keefwho]

September 28 - 2023 Thursday

10:40pm

I didn't journal last night because I was up late chatting with Daisy.

This morning I had a hard time decided breakfast but I picked my last sausage pattie in a hamburger bun with a side of rice. My diet has been pretty non-varied lately so I'm trying to remember to eat something as different as possible every meal aside from my usual chicken dinner but even that might get changed up.

Stream didn't go so well. I just couldn't figure out what to work on. I'm sort of idea burnt out right now. In the past I would have been tired of the process but I feel like I can draw forever. Its just coming up with interesting ideas I actually want to do and not just the same poses and scenarios over and over. I ended stream very early, only about 30 minutes in. I also had to use the bathroom pretty bad. I felt bad about ending but also I knew that I honestly needed a break. I still do I think. I've been so focused on creating ideas that I haven't been taking in any information. I'm reverbing in my own brain. I need some fresh content to go off of.

After stream I honestly can't remember what I did. I somehow managed to kill a couple hours by doing actually nothing. Maybe watching a Twitch stream, maybe working a little bit on my room scan, and trying to find something to clean. Eventually I decided to fellate myself but I probably shouldn't have, I ended up not being very into it and because of that it took about 40 minutes.

Lunch was a few chicken fries, fish stick, and a macaroni cup. I had been looking forward to working on something while watching a stream on the side. Instead I had joined Eggs server and she showed up along with a couple of her friends. It was a nice call for the most part. Some of it was her friends nonstop narrating their OSU gameplay which rotted my brain but that stopped. For a bit it was just me and her and we share mutual feelings about being glad we bumped into each other for similar reasons. She was sort of isolating after a friend group break up and I also have very few social connections. I had been working on a halloween pic of Adora for Daisy in this call. Egg and her friend were watching and complimented me a lot which was nice, they really like my coloring brush. When I was done with the pic I left.

I felt terrible for Daisy today because of her finding out her insurance doesn't cover mental visits and also she had a bad day at work. Thats part of the reason I did the halloween pic. I didn't mean to get the whole thing done today but I thought it would make her feel at least a little better. I don't think I play myself up enough because that pic only took 2 hours. I think a lot of artist wish they could draw something so complete in that time. At this point its normal for me so it doesn't feel like anything special but I should take pride in being able to crank something out like this when it's needed.

After a little stream watching Daisy and I played Zelda together for just a little bit before her mom got home. When she hopped off my friend Will messaged and reminded me that we had planned to hang out in VRchat tonight so we did that for a bit. It was cool catching up with him even though I forgot about the plans and didn't quite feel up to socializing with someone I hadn't talked to in a decade. It was worth it though. We got him an avatar and showed him my cabin before getting crashed at a Black Cat.

Daisy and I chatted before bed as usual while I'm been Twitch gambling. I'm running another room scan alignment tonight and hoping it goes better with new settings. I dont want to settle for a lame result.

Its nearly time I try to figure out a new plan to self therapy. I've just stopped for a bit to regroup because everything kinda stopped working. I got too focused on certain things and at the same time not focused enough on others. I wasn't very coordinated in general, so much so I can't even describe exactly what the problem was. Just that I was so scattered. Whatever I try next will be more structured and focused.

I've naturally been better about feeling secure in my relationships. It might only be temporary but I've been aware of how miserable and harmful it is to not trust in my close bonds. Especially when I'm given so much reassurance. Sure I have legitimate reasons I end up feeling like this but it's still so goofy. Sometimes I just say fuck past experiences and so called trauma. I want to be happy and at least sometimes I can be.

[ruthie0221]

I loved you enough to stay

Though we never made things official

I knew that you were my person…

Maybe we have.

Maybe by the time I show you this,

You’d have told me that I was worth it

I was worth every penny you spent

On me

On your flights to come here.

…So fast

I loved you enough to give you the world

Give you so much

I loved you enough to give you the galaxy

Out of all the stars I saw in the sky

The only one I wanted to look at was you

You made the next day worth getting to

You handled me

So well

I loved being handled

I loved being told it was

Okay

When my entire world

Felt like an asteroid was

Flying towards it

A million times per minute

Getting ready to make it

Explode

But you

You slowed it down

Even with it coming,

I knew you

YOU

Had slowed it down

You were gorgeous

I loved your hair

I loved the slightest tint of brown in your eyes

Your eyes were beautiful milk duds

Your smile was contagious

Whenever you smiled

The world stopped

Time froze

Ah, how else do you say it?

Your smile

Stopped pain.

Your words

Saved me.

You handled me perfectly when I went

Racing

Towards rock bottom

I’d hit it and your words

Softened the landing

That’s what you were

You were perfect.

I love how you never called me perfect

You knew that’s never what I was

All my baggage,

This big, BIG backpack

Just weighing down my shoulders

Full of my problems

Full of the stuff I’ve been forced to handle

Full of questions

That’s what you were.

Ever since we met,

I’ve been trying to figure out what to call you

I’ve been trying to figure out what inanimate object

I’d look at

And be like

“That reminds me of him.”

To others,

You might be a pencil or a wave

(Which you could definitely be my wave)

Something that’s crashed into me

Completely taking me under

Like the ocean,

Something I fell in love with

When I always ran away from it

I fell in love once I saw it

I knew I’d always belong to it

Because the ocean took away my thoughts

And the ocean would crash into them

And you’d never hear from them again

You were my wave

Taking the thoughts,

Giving me a moment of relief

Solace

Happiness

You were everything,

Especially to me.

Where was I?

You were like a breath of fresh air

Like coming up out of the ocean

And taking a breath of something you didn’t know

You needed

It was nice to have

Thought it was good in the water until I came up for you

I felt alive

“I can breathe again.”

Jaiden died and I crashed

I went flying.

The accident I got into only thirty six hours later,

That one hurt.

I missed you that week

Missed you so much

That week messed with me more than most

The one person I wish was there

Was you

“It’s okay.”

“You're doing great.”

“Baby just breathe.

I hung onto those deep words of adoration

And didn’t let them go

Shoved them in my pocket for when I needed them

I think that no matter how many times I saw you

I’d always like you more and more and more

You’re right,

It’s been a month

It’s only been a month

But

We had things between us

That would only make sense if they were between us

Where was I?

You wanted to meet my family

Never saw that coming honestly

I remember a conversation

I pointed out that you were afraid of having something real

And you agreed

But that conversation was enough to make me stay…

I think I was like the girl that kinda helped all that

You wanted something serious

So did I

I knew I’d do everything to make you happy and here

Even if I knew you weren’t gonna be here forever

I wanted to stick by your side because as long as it was your side

I was happy to be here with you

And so were all the rest…

Like Jaiden,

I knew he wasn’t gonna be here for a long time

Like you, I knew you weren’t gonna be here for a long time

But I stuck with you because I was happy with you

I was happy with Jaiden until he finally said goodbye

I knew I’d be happy with you until you finally said goodbye

Because you belonged in a special place.

You were always so patient with me

When I had no clue what I was doing

You were there

I liked you so much I could listen to your song forever,

But god I hope ours never ends.

[viinnyliicious]

Btw guys I made a JJBA rp server in case any of y'all are interested!!!

:D

[gentrychild]

the au ask: uh, not sure how this works, but, let's say an au where the slime incident never happens?

Anon, no! I have about five AUs for that! You could at least tell me if you want it to be angst or crack!

More seriously, it's such a fun prompt because it avoids All Might telling Izuku he can't be a hero without a quirk, which is the start of so many vigilante/villain/quirkless Izukus.

But since I am a benevolent writer, I will not talk about the AU where Tsuyu and Mineta dies, then Iida, then Kota, then Mirio, Eri isn't saved, and so on.

Okay, it got really long so it's under a Read More.

All Might arrests the Slime villain before he gets in the sewers so neither Izuku nor Bakugou are attacked by him. The problem is that it also means that All Might never meets Izuku, never break his little heart, and Izuku never has the chance to prove his worth to All Might so no OFA.

Life goes on. Izuku still wants to become a hero. However, since his homeroom teacher told his entire class that he wanted to go to UA, his entire class, led by Bakugou, has decided to make his life a living hell over it. Constant taunting and people laughing at him.

It takes its toll on him.

He still doesn't doubt that a quirkless hero can exist but the more days, weeks, months pass, the more he keeps thinking of how easier it would be if he had a quirk.

A dangerous thought. One he usually doesn't allow himself to think because why whine about what is impossible to have? But one boy can only take "What a useless quirkless Deku like you do?" before he starts to get haunted by strange thoughts. Cough... urges... Cough.

It also makes him eager to prove himself. Maybe that's why he intervenes that evening when he sees a villain trying to hurt someone. Except that once the civilian he helped is running to call a hero, he is reminded that he is a smol child made of only skin and bones and that the guy in front of him is about to bash his head in.

He tries to protect himself, his hand grabbing the villain by the head and in this moment, as he is sure that he is about to be killed, he thinks the one selfish thought that he ever thought:

"It's unfair... that this quirk belongs to someone like you... instead of me."

And just like that, Izuku takes a quirk for the first time.

The villain runs in terror and Izuku runs (in the other direction) in confusion. Soon, it's pretty clear that he apparently had the ability to take and give quirks (thank you, Mom, who has volunteered to try the villain's quirk. Though it's strange how she keeps trying to call someone on her phone these days. But it's probably not important.) Which is a very cool quirk.

Izuku now has to pass from "No quirk at all" to "Can have whatever quirk he wants", which is quite dizzying.

He is so fired up for the UA exam, five months from then. Ridiculously happy bean.

Meanwhile, Mirio gets OFA because no successor showed the self sacrificial spirit that could have inspired All Might and both GT and Nighteye kinda pressures him into choosing a successor ASAP.

This has disastrous consequences as OFA is way too powerful for Mirio and starts to put an insane strain on his body. One month later, while fighting a villain (he has his hero license), he collapses on the side of the road, black lines all over his body as the quirk is killing him.

Izuku finds him and calls an ambulance ASAP but Mirio is is really bad shape. He asks him what happened and Mirio, half delirious, tells him that his quirk is killing him.

Izuku is very "????" but he can help! He can take the quirk away! But Lemillion would be quirkless! He can't take this decision! But Mirio can so he asks.

Mirio is half conscious. Completely in pain. He didn't even want that quirk. He likes Permeation. So, half delirious as he was, he might have mumbled something like "Take that thing out of me."

Izuku does, realizes that Mirio has two quirks so he leaves him the one that doesn't feel as heavy as a freaking dwarf star. Lemillion immediately starts to stop looking like he will drop dead any moment from now and the ambulance arrives, taking the hero student away.

Since Izuku doesn't have the All Might telling him that OFA is a good quirk, he acts like a sensible person: this quirk doesn't feel normal and it apparently kills its user. So he waits about 20 seconds before getting rid of it. He finds a nice and sturdy lizard, who, unbeknownst to everyone, becomes the 10th user of OFA.

The quirk comes back to Izuku.

Quirks aren't supposed to do that.

The freaking quirk is cursed. Izuku accepted a cursed quirk.

I cannot begin to describe how Izuku doesn't trust OFA in this AU. He doesn't use it. He intensively dislikes it. He tries everything and more to get rid of it but no matter what living organism he selects, the damn thing keeps coming back.

Meanwhile, Mirio wakes up from the hospital alive :) then remembers he gave a host-killing-quirk to a smol child. O.O

Panic ensues.

All Might realizes that whoever took OFA put his hand on Mirio's head, the same way AFO does. So it was probably AFO with a fun new shapeshifting quirk.

More panic ensues.

Meanwhile, AFO, alive indeed and who has been watching Mirio wastes away and enjoying the hell out of it (though he would have preferred it had happened one generation sooner) is furious that Yagi 2.0 isn't dying anymore because it means OFA passed to someone else! And since everyone in the OFAteam is quite panicked, they apparently lost the quirk he gave his little brother!

He gets so upset about it that he somehow misses the hundred of phonecalls from his wife.

So AFO and All Might alike are looking for someone with OFA but since Izuku just isn't using it, they aren't finding it.

Meanwhile, the Vestiges went from "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, SOMEONE WITH AFO!!!! AHHHHHH!" to "What do you mean: You don't want to use us? We're not good enough for you???"

So OFA is doing the quirk equivalent of a cat purring and showing its belly so it can get some pet.

Izuku: "You know what? I know it's a trap but since I don't want to outright call a quirk evil, I will give you one chance to prove to me you're not a cursed power that wants my death."

Cue two broken legs.

Well, that's it. Izuku gave that nasty quirk the benefit of the doubt. He is never using it again. And since the damn thing is trying to contaminate his other quirks, he is vaulting it forever!

The irony is not lost on First.

The day of the entrance exam arrives and Izuku does quite well with his good, non cursed quirks, thank you very much.

And as he is leaving, he sees Lemillion! He is happy to see him in good health! He waves at him!

Meanwhile, Mirio spent the last five months trying to find that awful quirk he lost. He was half convinced he had given him to the Symbol of Evil and had trouble seeing the problem because if OFA would eat AFO, where was the problem? He is wondering if he condemned a kid to death. He Is Going Through A Lot.

He wants to say so many things, ask so many questions. And the one thing he manages to blurt out is "GET HIM!"

Tamaki and Nejire immediately shoulder slam a small child. They didn't even hesitate.

That's the story of how the Mighty team found OFA again.

Izuku loves hanging out with All Might but not even him can convince him that the quirk isn't cursed.

[seokjinsonlyone]

this is how i think it’d go if you went to visit bts at work and gave them a little peck on the lips

namjoon:

you���d probably walk into his studio and he’d be at his desk headphones in playing back some beat or revising some lyrics

you’d come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck effectively stealing his attention away from the track

and that’s when you’d place a nice little peck on his lips

but that wouldn’t be enough for him so before you could even fully break apart he’d already be chasing your lips

he’d roll his chair around to properly face you placing one hand at the back of your neck bringing you back to him immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth

what once was a cute little greeting turned into a sensual experience as he gently massaged your tongue with his

and when he felt like he had his fill of you for the time being he pulled back, smiling, dimples on full display and said “hey, baby.”

the depth of his voice would send shivers down your spine and you would settle into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck picking up where he left off just bc he was done didn’t mean you were

seokjin:

you’d probably end up at hybe headquarters after seokjin called you when he was done with his day to get dinner together

you’d call him to let him know you’re outside and within a minute he’d be in your car

you’d lean over the center console to give him a peck to which he’d immediately complain

“woooowww i’ve been at work all day and that’s all i get”

you’d swallow down the urge to tell him that he not the only one that work in favor of rolling your eyes and pressing your lips to his again for a little longer

that wouldn’t be enough for him though “just one more,” he’d request.

“one more.”

“one more.”

he knew that asking for a kiss from you was a dangerous game

could feel it in the way he melted against you

could tell by the way he seriously thought about giving you one of his rolex watches you jokingly said you’d steal and sell

or one of his cars you said you’d steal and sell

thought about giving you the world just for one more kiss

yoongi:

with yoongi you’d probably enter his studio (he’s always in the studio) with the code he gave you

which the fact that you were the only one other than himself that had the code did inexplicable things to your heart you couldn’t really delve into without feeling like you were gonna explode

anyway you’d walk in the room and he already knew it was you like you said you were the only other one who could freely enter and he’d be at his monitor doing whatever producers do

“hey just gimme one sec”

and you knew how that one went sometimes it was actually just a few seconds sometimes it was a few hours until you had his attention but you didn’t mind you ain’t have anything else to do just wanted some company

you didn’t wanna disturb him too much but you couldn’t help yourself so you walked to him turned his head to face you and quickly kissed him before recoiling to the couch a few feet away

10-15 minutes later he was summoning you over to him, pulling you into his lap, and using his thumb and index finger to trap your chin bringing your lips back to his for a proper kiss

you sighed contentedly afterwards laying your head on top of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, showing you what he was working on

hoseok:

hobi was usually a super organized person liked for everything to have a place and everything to be in that place

but you were his little chaos and organization was definitely not his top priority when he was with you taking second place to soaking up every ounce of your presence in whichever way you would allow him

so really it was no surprise when he texted you asking if you’d seen his little notebook where he wrote his lyrics and whatever other ideas or thoughts popped into his head

it took a bit of searching to find but you had it and he was very fortunate you liked him it was the only reason you were willing to drop it off before work

you made sure to let him know he was the reason you looked ugly today the trip to his office severely cutting your usual routine and he made sure to let you know that a) you were beautiful no matter what and b) he would make it up to you

it was only your second time at the new building your first time was when he invited you along for their first look at the hybe insight museum so it was safe to say you had absolutely no idea where you were going despite the detailed instructions one of the staff gave you upon entry if you hadn’t run into taehyun you probably would’ve been running around that building for another hour

you were thoroughly unamused with the situation but hobi looked so cute and sheepish when you entered the practice room wrapping his arms around you immediately alternating between expressing his gratitude and regretfulness that you couldn’t help but press a small kiss to his mouth

an action you instantly regretted bc a) it caused him to start pressing kisses all over your face in return b) it caused an eruption of various forms of shouting from the six other boys you failed to notice upon entry

you pushed at his chest as heat flooded your body from embarrassment preparing to leave you were going to be late for work “be good” you told him personally before shouting “have fun!” at the other members

jimin:

your days off hardly coincided with jimin’s days off mostly bc he never really had days off always had to go in for one thing or another

but his days weren’t always jam packed some days like today he had a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the evening and not much else to do besides that

and he was the absolute worst at entertaining himself always needed to find someone else’s business to get into and as the object of his affection you were always his first choice

he tried not to bother you too much when you were busy though no matter how clingy he was and he was awfully clingy

if you two weren’t able to be joined at the hip in your free time you were definitely on the phone and if he wasn’t the object of your affection as well you would’ve started ignoring him a long time ago as it stands he was the best company

anyway he knew you were off today and had no plans other than finding a new anime to start so naturally when he found himself bored out of his mind he was in your ear purring down the line for you to come to him

it didn’t take too much convincing your attention span wasn’t on your side so you couldn’t really get into anything and even though you literally saw jimin yesterday you missed him :\

it’s why you didn’t hesitate to land a peck on his lips upon meeting him again and latching onto his arm firmly as he led you to one of the small practice rooms they had

“so tell me about your day”

you looked him over suspiciously he had that mischievous glint in his eye so you knew he was up to something

and you were right you weren’t more than two sentences in to your answer before he was pressing his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss

“i’m sorry continue”

“um...” your attention span really wasn’t with you and it was hard to retrace your train of thought with your lips tingling and the hairs on the back of your neck raised

you eventually found your mental footing and continued speaking about your day which had more or less turned into you ranting about haikyuu when again mid sentence he captured your lips between his own one hand tracing up and down your spine while the other held your head into place so he could lick into your mouth just the way he liked

“go on” he panted slightly breathless once you finally broke apart

“jimin...” you whined

he giggled at his own antics loved riling you up found it so cute how you couldn’t even try to keep the dreamy look off your face “you like me so much don’t you?” he asked with a self assured grin etched onto his face

you did

taehyung:

sometimes he felt so sorry to you hated cancelling on you because something came up or another thing ran over time

you were always cool with it tho never made a huge fuss of it which he was forever grateful for bc he really did love his job

but he really loved you too

he had to cancel three separate times just this week alone and he was missing you something bad

and even though he really wanted to take you out and do something nice for you like you deserved at this point he just wanted to see you

missed seeing you in person and having you in his arms

that’s how you found yourself on a bench tucked into a quiet corner of the upper garden at a table chairs side by side his hands toying with yours as you caught him up on your week so far

he was kinda obsessed with you and you loved it because having his undivided attention felt so so good

so you couldn’t help but close the gap, briefly pressing your lips to his

the slight blush that took over his cheeks had an insane amount of serotonin flooding your brain you loved him so much

even more so when he surpassed his bout of shyness and unabashedly brought you closer to him and attempted to make up for a week’s worth of lost kisses

jungkook:

sometimes life got busy for the both of you and even though you meant to meet up it just didn’t happen

but once you finished your work week you made it your mission to see him as soon as possible

you’d texted him when you got off and he told you he was finishing vocal practice then going to workout which left you with enough time to stop home and freshen up before he was done

as expected his trainer told you he was in the shower when you popped up so you decided to wait in the hallway for him to come out

“heeeeey what are you doing here”

you looked up from your phone to see your slightly damp very buff boyfriend grinning down at you

almost instantly you were hugging him arms wrapped around his waist before pulling back slightly pecking him on the lips

which set something off inside jungkook a shock ran down his body just from the feeling of your lips pressed against his

“let’s hang out” you agreed immediately “i just need to grab something from my studio first”

he laced your hands together dragging you alongside him and as soon as you entered the room he had you pinned against the door hands on your hips kissing you with far greater ferocity than you could have anticipated

and it’s like jungkook knew he missed you but he didn’t realize just how much until he had you in his arms your lips on his

kissing you felt like home and his introverted self never wanted to leave the house couldn’t even help the groan that escaped the back of his throat as you took control of the kiss and made a mental note to remember to never deprive himself of this pleasure again

one of his hands slid down your thigh lifting your leg until you got the hint to wrap both of them around his waist allowing him to show off his strength and grope you at the same time

“jk,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss

his lips were chasing yours the second you broke contact he didn’t care about breathing when a fire was spreading through his body

you indulged him for a few more seconds before breaking apart again

this time his lips traveled down your neck kissing and sucking until you were making the prettiest sounds for him

you felt like you were going to explode his hands were squeezing your butt and his lips were on your neck and you were going to explode

“jk...” you whined again tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck

he made his way back up your neck pressing a hard kiss on your cheek before gently nudging your nose with his “hmmm?”

and suddenly you were staring directly into his eyes big and pretty and filled with stars shining just for you

you were going to explode “let’s get out of here”