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mapengen-com · 3 months ago

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Emergency Call

Elisa's school calls when Mapi is stuck in the middle of a meeting. Ingrid, as both Mapi's and Elisa's emergency contact, steps in.

The vibration of Mapi’s phone went unnoticed on the table beside her, the screen lighting up briefly before dimming again. Across from her, Jona was mid-sentence, discussing the details of her contract renewal.

“We’re looking at a two-year extension with…”

“Yeah,” Mapi nodded absently, barely hearing him. She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, attention drifting.

“María,” he sighed, running a hand down his face.

She blinked back into focus.

“What?”

“You’re barely listening.”

“I am listening,” she protested. “Two years, same salary, bonuses based on…”

Her phone vibrated again. Jona’s gaze flickered to it.

“You sure you don’t need to check that?”

“It’s fine,” Mapi muttered, exhaling. She didn’t want to lose focus on this meeting, and honestly, who would be calling her this much? If it were urgent, Ingrid would text her.

So she didn’t check.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, Ingrid was already parking outside the hospital, glancing over her shoulder at Elisa, who was seated in the back of the car, her small arm secured in a temporary sling. Her eyes were red from crying earlier, but now she just looked exhausted – and weirdly fascinated.

“Do you think they give me a real cast?” The kid asked, voice slightly raspy from earlier sobs.

“I think so,” Ingrid bit back a sigh as she turned off the ignition.

“Cool,” Elisa grinned.

Cool.

Ingrid huffed out a breath and ran a hand through her hair before getting out of the car.

She had just stepped out of training when her phone rang. She barely glanced at the screen before answering, breathless and still slightly sweaty.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Ingrid Engen?” The voice on the other end was calm but professional.

“Yes, speaking.”

“This is Laura, from Elisa’s school. We’ve been trying to reach María, but she hasn’t answered. Elisa fell from the monkey bars during recess and hurt her arm. We think it might be broken.”

“What?” Ingrid’s stomach dropped.

“She’s with the nurse now, but we need someone to take her to the hospital. Since you’re listed as the emergency contact, can you come?”

Ingrid didn’t even hesitate.

“I’m on my way.”

She had sent Mapi a quick text as she stopped at a red light.

“School called. Elisa hurt her arm in the playground, and they think it might be broken. Taking her to the hospital. Call me.”

There had been no response.

By the time she got to the school, Elisa had been sitting in the nurse’s office, pale and teary-eyed, cradling her arm, and as soon as she saw Ingrid, her bottom lip trembled.

“Ingi,” she whimpered.

“Oh, baby,” Ingrid crouched in front of her, brushing back the strands of hair sticking to Elisa’s damp forehead. “I’m here, okay? We’re going to the hospital.”

Elisa sniffled but nodded, shifting closer to Ingrid as she carefully helped her stand. The nurse handed Ingrid a small ice pack, but the moment it pressed against Elisa’s arm, she flinched and whined.

“Shh, I know, I know,” Ingrid murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Elisa’s hair before lifting her into her arms. “Let’s go, søta mi.”

It had been a fast, shaky drive to the hospital, but now, at least, the worst was over.

After a deep breath, Ingrid got out of the car and opened Elisa’s door, helping her out of her seat.

“Alright, let’s get you that cast, little monkey,” she let out a small laugh as Elisa hooked her healthy arm around Ingrid’s neck, making herself comfortable in her arms.

Ingrid stepped into the hospital lobby, adjusting her hold on Elisa as she approached the front desk. The little girl had gone quiet in her arms, her cheek resting against Ingrid’s shoulder, her fingers loosely gripping the fabric of her jacket.

“Hi,” Ingrid cleared her throat. “She, uh… She hurt her arm at school. They think it’s broken.”

The receptionist barely looked up, typing something into her computer.

“Name?”

“Elisa León Medina.”

“Date of birth?”

Ingrid hesitated for a second before answering, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

The receptionist finally glanced up.

“Relationship to the patient?”

Ingrid blinked.

“Oh, uhm…”

She had no idea what to say. Usually, Mapi handled all of this – forms, insurance, answering any questions. Ingrid just focused on comforting Elisa. She was the one to make silly stories to get her distracted, the one to hold her while she napped when it was taking too long.

Not the one to fill out the forms.

She could say aunt, but it would lead to more questions. Girlfriend of the legal guardian? That sounded even more complicated.

“She’s my step-kid,” Ingrid blurted, deciding that was the easiest option. It wasn’t technically true, but it was close enough.

The receptionist nodded, seemingly satisfied, and handed Ingrid a clipboard.

“Fill this out and bring it back.”

Ingrid took the clipboard, balancing it in one hand as she carried Elisa toward the waiting area. She found an empty chair and sat down, shifting Elisa carefully into her lap.

“You’re my step-kid now, apparently,” she murmured, adjusting both Elisa and the clipboard on her lap.

Elisa lifted her head slightly, blinking at her.

“What’s a step-kid?”

“It’s like when someone isn’t your mom or dad but still takes care of you,” Ingrid smiled, brushing a few strands of hair from Elisa’s forehead.

Elisa considered that, then shrugged.

“Okay.”

Ingrid chuckled, pressing a kiss to Elisa’s temple before glancing down at the paperwork.

She scanned the first few lines, already feeling overwhelmed. Insurance information. Medical history. Allergies.

She cursed under her breath. She didn’t know half of this.

Without much, she pulled out her phone, checking her messages again. Still nothing from Mapi.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, earning a sleepy giggle from Elisa.

“You said a bad word.”

“I did,” Ingrid sighed. “Don’t tell Mapi.”

Elisa hummed like she was considering it.

“Maybe.”

Ingrid gave her a look, but Elisa only grinned.

Shaking her head, Ingrid did her best to fill out the form with the information she knew. Name, birthdate, school. She hesitated at the insurance section, then scribbled down Mapi’s name and left the policy number blank.

Once she was done, she brought the clipboard back to the receptionist, hoping they wouldn’t ask too many follow-up questions.

“Alright,” the woman said. “They’ll call you in soon.”

Ingrid nodded and returned to her seat, letting out a slow breath as she settled back with Elisa. The little girl had closed her eyes again, her body going limp against Ingrid’s chest.

“How are you doing, Eli?” She asked, running a gentle hand up and down Elisa’s back.

“Mmm… Sleepy.”

“That’s okay,” she murmured, pressing her lips to her slightly messy hair. “You can rest, baby.”

“Did it hurt when they broke your arm?” Elisa mumbled suddenly, her voice drowsy.

“I’ve never broken my arm, søtnos,” Ingrid blinked.

“Oh,” she frowned slightly. “I thought you had.”

“Nope,” the Norwegian smiled. “You’re braver than me.”

Elisa seemed to like that, her frown easing as she shifted against Ingrid’s chest.

“I bet Ma has.”

“Oh, definitely,” Ingrid chuckled.

Before Elisa could ask anything else, a nurse appeared, calling her name.

Ingrid stood up, adjusting Elisa carefully before following the nurse down a hallway and into a small examination room.

“Alright, Elisa,” the nurse smiled kindly as Ingrid set the kid down on the paper-covered bed. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I was trying to jump from one monkey bar to the next, but I missed, and then…” She made a dramatic falling motion with her good arm.

The nurse chuckled.

“That’ll do it.”

She went through the usual questions, gently pressing around Elisa’s arm to check for swelling. The kid whimpered but stayed still, her little fingers gripping Ingrid’s shirt.

“You’re doing great, kiddo,” Ingrid murmured, running her hand over Elisa’s hair.

“Are you the mom?” The nurse glanced at Ingrid.

Ingrid hesitated.

“Uh, stepmom.”

The nurse nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Has she had any pain medication yet?”

“No, not yet,” Ingrid answered quickly, relieved to finally have a question she could answer.

“Okay,” the nurse said. “We’ll give her something for the pain after we take her for X-rays.”

Ingrid nodded, reaching for Elisa’s good hand and squeezing it.

“Hear that, baby? They’re gonna make your arm feel better.”

“Do I get a cast?” Elisa perked up slightly.

“Probably,” the nurse smiled. “You’ll even get to pick a color.”

“That’s so cool,” she gasped.

Ingrid huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. At least one of them was enjoying this.

The X-ray took longer than expected, mostly because Elisa kept wiggling. The poor technician had to remind her at least three times to keep still.

“Sorry,” Elisa mumbled after the last reminder. “I just wanna see the picture of my bones.”

“I’ll show you after we’re done, deal?” The tech chuckled.

“Deal,” Elisa grinned.

Sure enough, after they finally got a good scan, the tech turned the screen slightly so Elisa could see.

“Whoa,” she breathed. “That’s inside me?”

“It sure is,” the tech smiled.

“Cool.”

“You’re way too excited about this, lille venn,” Ingrid smiled, shaking her head in amusement.

Elisa just giggled.

Back in the exam room after a few more minutes of waiting, the doctor confirmed the fracture.

“It’s a clean break, so it should heal fine with a cast,” she explained. “No surgery needed.”

“That’s good, right?” Ingrid exhaled in relief.

“Very good,” the doctor turned to Elisa. “Alright, niña, what color are we thinking?”

Elisa didn’t even hesitate.

“Red.”

“I should’ve guessed,” Ingrid muttered.

Then, they were taken to another room once again. Elisa watched the nurse prepare the casting materials with wide, fascinated eyes.

“What does it feel like?”

“It starts soft, like a bandage, but then it hardens like magic,” the nurse smiled.

Elisa nodded seriously, watching as they carefully wrapped her arm. The process didn’t seem to bother her much, she only flinched once when they adjusted her wrist.

Once the cast was set, Elisa flexed her fingers experimentally.

“I like it.”

“I bet all your friends at school will want to sign it,” the nurse chuckled, throwing away the scraps.

“Ingi sign it first?”

Ingrid’s heart melted on the spot. She took the offered marker, carefully writing her name near the top, before adding a tiny heart beside it.

“There,” she said softly.

Elisa grinned.

“She might be a little sore for the next day or two, but some ice and kids’ pain reliever will help. Other than that, she can go back to normal activities, just no climbing for a while,” she shot Elisa a teasing look, even if the nurse couldn’t quite contain her own smile. “You’ll have to come back in a week to take new X-rays and change the cast, okay?”

“I pick another color?”

“You’re acting like breaking your arm is the best thing that ever happened to you,” Ingrid laughed, still sitting next to the kid.

“Well, it’s kinda cool,” Elisa grinned as Ingrid shook her head, completely amused.

“Mapi’s going to have a heart attack when she hears that.”

After getting the final instructions – how to keep the cast dry, what pain meds Elisa could take if needed – they were finally cleared to leave. Ingrid made sure to send the paperwork to Mapi’s email.

When they got to the car, Elisa was carefully buckled in, still staring at her cast in fascination.

“Feeling better?” Ingrid asked as she started the engine.

“Yeah,” she nodded, but then paused. “Can we get ice cream?”

Ingrid smiled, shaking her head fondly.

“You just broke your arm, and you’re already negotiating?”

“Please?” Elisa gave her a hopeful look.

Ingrid sighed dramatically, pretending to think about it as she drove out of the parking lot.

“Alright. One ice cream. But you have to tell Mapi you bullied me into it.”

“Deal,” Elisa giggled.

“Going to get some things at the store before heading to yours. She broke her wrist, but it’s not that bad. She’s fine. Call me once you can.”

Elisa’s excitement over ice cream didn’t wane for a second. The moment Ingrid pulled into the parking lot of a small café with a gelato stand out front, the four-year-old practically wiggled in her seat.

“I can still get two flavors, right?” Elisa asked, tilting her head with wide eyes.

“I said one ice cream, baby,” Ingrid arched an eyebrow.

“But you didn’t say how many flavors.”

Ingrid opened her mouth to counter that, then closed it, staring at Elisa in amused disbelief.

“You are so Mapi’s.”

Elisa grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

With a shake of her head, Ingrid unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out, walking around to help Elisa. The little girl was still getting used to the weight of the cast, moving her arm a little awkwardly as she adjusted.

Inside, Elisa took way too long choosing her flavors, studying each option with an intensity Ingrid usually only saw on a football pitch, her healthy hand pressed against the cool class as she stood on her tiptoes to take a better look. Finally, she settled on a half a scoop of chocolate, and half a scoop of raspberry.

“Solid choice,” Ingrid nodded approvingly as they moved to the register.

The grocery store was a quick stop too. Ingrid grabbed some extra snacks, a small waterproof sleeve for Elisa’s cast, and a couple of activity books that would keep her entertained while she adjusted to doing things one-handed – she also made sure to get an extra black marker because she knew Elisa would beg Mapi to draw something on her cast, and Mapi’s markers were way too expensive to spend the ink on a cast.

Elisa, for her part, was content. She swung her legs happily in the cart, licking at her ice cream cone with a satisfied grin.

“This is the best broken arm ever.”

“There’s no such thing as a best-broken arm, lille venn,” Ingrid chuckled.

“Well, it’s still cool,” Elisa shrugged, unconvinced.

By the time they got home, it was past sunset. Ingrid had expected Mapi to be waiting for them at the garage, panicked and guilty, but the apartment was quiet. That meant one thing – she still hadn’t checked her phone.

“I bet Mapi’s gonna feel so bad about this,” Ingrid sighed as she helped Elisa out of the car.

“Why?” Elisa frowned, tilting her head.

“Because she missed the calls and didn’t come with us.”

Elisa just blinked up at her.

“But you were there.”

And wasn’t that just the simplest, most innocent statement of trust?

Ingrid swallowed past the unexpected warmth in her chest and smiled.

“That’s right, baby. I was.”

They made their way inside, Bagheera immediately trotting over to greet them. Elisa gasped dramatically, crouching down to show off her cast.

“Baghee, look!”

The cat sniffed at it before rubbing her head against Elisa’s knee in what was probably the closest thing to sympathy she could offer.

Ingrid sent Mapi another text as she closed the door.

“Just got here. Don’t worry, she’s fine. Drive safe.”

Elisa kicked off her shoes, heading straight for the couch before Ingrid caught her by the back of her hoodie.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Ingrid said. “Shower first.”

“But I just sat down,” Elisa groaned.

“And now you’re getting up,” she teased, nudging her toward the bathroom. “Come on, you’ll feel better once you’re clean.”

Elisa huffed but didn’t fight it too much. Once they were in the bathroom, Ingrid helped her carefully remove her clothes, making sure not to jostle her arm.

“Does it still hurt?” She asked gently.

“A little,” Elisa shrugged.

“I’ll give you some meds after you’re clean, yeah?”

“Okay.”

The hardest part was figuring out how to keep the cast dry. Ingrid had gotten a waterproof sleeve, but Elisa looked skeptical when she saw it.

“Are you sure this works?”

“Yes,” Ingrid laughed, rolling the plastic up over her cast. “I’m very sure.”

Once the sleeve was in place, Ingrid turned on the water, testing the temperature before lifting Elisa into the tub.

“Is that good?”

Elisa nodded, standing under the warm spray. Ingrid made sure to be extra careful as she helped her wash, gently scrubbing away the hospital smell and the sticky remains of her ice cream.

“Baby, tilt your head back,” Ingrid said as she reached for the shampoo.

The four-year-old obeyed, closing her eyes tightly as Ingrid lathered the soap into her hair.

“Hey, Ingi?” Elisa mumbled after a moment, cracking one eye open.

“Yeah?”

“When do I get to show Ma my cast?”

“Soon, I promise,” Ingrid’s heart softened.

Elisa seemed satisfied with that, standing patiently as Ingrid rinsed her hair. Once she was clean, Ingrid wrapped her up in a fluffy towel, drying her off before helping her into a fresh pair of pajamas – a long-sleeved light blue shirt with matching sweatpants.

“There we go,” Ingrid said, adjusting Elisa’s shirt so it sat comfortably over her cast. “Good as new.”

Elisa looked down at herself, then held up her arm, inspecting it like she was getting used to the new weight.

“I think Ma will like it.”

“Oh, I know she will,” Ingrid said. “She’s just gonna feel bad she wasn’t there.”

“But it’s not her fault,” Elisa tilted her head.

“No, it’s not,” she tucked a few damp curls behind the kid’s ear. “She just loves you a lot.”

“I love her a lot too,” she smiled.

Before Ingrid could say anything else, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment.

“Ingrid? Elisa?” Mapi’s voice called.

Elisa gasped, her eyes going wide with excitement.

“She’s home!”

And with that, she bolted out of the bathroom, racing toward the door with her casted arm held high like a trophy.

Mapi barely had time to set down her bag before Elisa came barreling into her.

“MA, LOOK!”

“Elisa” Careful!” Mapi yelped, immediately dropping to her knees to catch her before she could trip over her own excitement. Her hands hovered over Elisa’s little frame like she wasn’t sure where to touch, terrified of hurting her. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Yeah! Look at my cast!” Elisa giggled as she shoved her arm toward Mapi’s face, grinning.

But Mapi wasn’t looking at the cast – her wide, panicked eyes were scanning Elisa from head to toe, like she was still trying to confirm that she was actually okay.

“I… What happened? Ingrid only told me you broke your arm! She didn’t answer my calls, I didn’t know what was going on…”

“I was helping her shower,” Ingrid’s calm voice interrupted from behind them. “And she’s fine.”

Mapi’s head snapped up. Ingrid was leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with an amused expression.

Mapi, however, did not find anything about this situation amusing.

“You weren’t answering,” she snapped, her voice tight. “I was stuck in that stupid meeting, I looked down and I just saw…” She gestured wildly at her phone. “Missed calls, a text saying she broke her arm, and then nothing. Nothing, Ingrid!”

“Because I was with her, handling it. I texted you as soon as I could,” Ingrid sighed, pushing off the wall. She knew Mapi was just overwhelmed, so she didn’t take it to the heart.

Mapi ran a frustrated hand through her hair, exhaling sharply.

“I… Fuck.”

“Ma!” Elisa gasped dramatically. “You said a bad word!”

Mapi’s eyes darted to her, and for the first time, she realized that Elisa was smiling.

Grinning, even.

Like this whole thing was the funniest thing in the world.

“You…” Mapi’s mouth fell open. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re freaking out,” Elisa giggled harder.

Mapi let out an incredulous breath.

“Of course I’m freaking out! You broke your arm!”

“But I’m fiiine,” Elisa dragged out the word, waving her cast in front of Mapi’s face again. “And look! Ingi already signed it!”

Mapi’s jaw clenched as she turned to Ingrid, who simply shrugged.

“She asked me to.”

“I miss one emergency…” The older Spaniard groaned, dragging her hands down her face.

“One very small emergency,” Ingrid corrected.

“And now my child is laughing at me.”

“Yeah,” Elisa agreed easily.

Mapi groaned louder, dropping her forehead dramatically against Elisa’s good shoulder.

“I hate everything.”

“No, you don’t,” she giggled, patting the top of Mapi’s head awkwardly. “You love me.”

That made Mapi exhale sharply, lifting her head just enough to press a quick, relieved kiss to Elisa’s cheek.

“Yeah, I do.”

When she pulled back, she finally, actually looked at the cast. The bright red color was unsurprising, but when she turned it slightly, she noticed the small, neat signature at the top…

“Ingi ♡”

“Of course she signed it first,” Mapi sighed.

“You can sign it too!” She grinned.

“Yeah?” The defender immediately softened.

Elisa nodded, already running to grab a marker.

“You should’ve answered your phone,” Mapi turned to Ingrid with an exhausted look as she got back on her feet.

“I was busy making sure your kid didn’t drown,” Ingrid smirked.

Mapi let out another deep breath, but this time, some of the tension left her shoulders. She walked over, pressing her forehead lightly against Ingrid’s, arms wrapping around her waist.

“You’re the worst.”

“I know,” Ingrid laughed, kissing the corner of Mapi’s lips. “I was this close to calling Patri to break into the training center and drag you out.”

“I knew you had a backup plan,” Mapi muttered.

“Always,” she smirked.

“Thank you,” she tilted her head slightly, just enough to look properly into Ingrid's eyes.

“I know that too.”

“MAAAAA!” Elisa yelled from across the room, marker in hand. “COME SIGN MY CAST!”

Mapi smiled, just the tiniest bit, earning a small pat on her sides from the Norwegian.

“Coming, bebé.”

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this-is-tiny-mia · 2 months ago

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Styles: The documentary (Harry Styles Fic)

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Summary: A documentary is being filmed about Harry’s life, and as his fiancée, you’re interviewed to share your perspective. Reflecting on how you met, your first date, and the special moments that brought you closer, you open up about your relationship and the journey you’ve taken together.

A/n: Hello my loves, this is something i've wanted to finish and now i had the chance! it's just fluffly moments, i hope you like it! i'd love to make even more moments around this, let me know if you'd like that too

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: it jumps from past to present many times so i tried my best to make it clear!

“Is it on right now?” You fixed your hair one more time, sitting up straight on the stool. In front of you was a big camera, a large light to your left pointing directly at you, and crew bustling all over the recording studio.

“Yes, now rolling,” said Drew, the cameraman who had been following you and Harry everywhere lately.

“So…” You chuckled nervously. It was the first day of filming Harry’s documentary. As his long-time girlfriend and newly fiancée, you were obviously a part of it. Today, they were shooting a series of interviews, starting with yours.

“How did you meet Harry?” Drew asked, smiling kindly. Out of everyone on the crew, he had the best knack for making people feel at ease, which was crucial for getting personal stories on camera.

“Oh… that’s a good one,” you said, smiling as your mind wandered back, recalling every detail.

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FLASHBACK

“I’m here for an interview,” you said to the receptionist, a nice woman seated at the front desk of a towering building.

“Company?” she asked, typing something into her computer.

“Pleasing,” you replied confidently. Somehow, one of your favorite brands had noticed you. Your portfolio had managed to shine among the sea of other creative directors. You weren’t actively searching for a new job, but when the email popped up in your inbox, you thought it was spam—or maybe a prank. But no, it was as real as Harry Lambert himself, the co-creative director of Pleasing. You had needed two full cups of coffee just to process how to respond.

“Third floor. You’ll need to wear this visibly.” She handed you a lanyard with a visitor badge.

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“Y/N Y/L/N!” a cheerful voice called from inside a large, boldly decorated office. Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside.

You’ve got this. You’ve got this.

“Please, sit,” said Lambert, gesturing toward a chair in front of his desk, which was cluttered with photos, papers, and scattered sketches. The room smelled of vanilla and cloves, matching the warm, colorful furniture.

“Thank you,” you replied shyly as you took your seat. Normally, in your position at your job, you felt powerful, commanding respect and creativity daily. But now, in this space, you felt… small.

“Thank you for taking the time to come,” Lambert said warmly.

He’s thanking me?

“We don’t usually hire for such a high position, but I’m stepping away to focus on a personal project, and H is already stretched too thin. So, this isn’t really an interview; it’s an offer—and a chance to get to know you.”

You blinked, a bit stunned. Shaking yourself out of it, you managed to reply, “Yes, of course. I completely understand. But… can I ask? How did you find me?”

“Your boss is an old friend of mine. He talks endlessly about your talent, and, well… I’m stealing you from him,” Lambert said with a grin.

“Oh… yeah… I mean, Mark is great, and I’ve loved my time there. But Pleasing? It’s like a creative playground for me. Honestly, I’m honored.”

Lambert smiled knowingly and launched into an explanation of the job—the highs, the challenges, your responsibilities, the budget. You hadn’t even officially said yes, but he was already discussing deadlines and brainstorming future campaigns. It was overwhelming, but you were exhilarated. Somehow, in the middle of all this, your dream job had landed in your lap.

One Month In

“Y/N, they need you in the meeting room,” your assistant, Faye, called as you inspected samples—16 shades of pink, to be exact.

“Who’s ‘they’?” you asked, still scanning the swatches.

“H and Lambert,” she replied in her usual high-pitched tone.

“Sure, I’ll be right… wait, who’s H?” you asked, eyes widening. Could H be who you thought it was?

She just nodded, and you grabbed your iPad, practically sprinting to the meeting room. You paused at the door for a quick breath before stepping inside. “Good morning…”

And there he was—H.

He immediately stood and approached you with a warm, genuine smile. “It’s so good to finally meet you,” he said in his low, raspy voice, shaking your hand firmly.

“The feeling’s mutual. I was starting to think Lambert’s ‘H’ was an imaginary friend,” you joked nervously.

Harry chuckled. “Sorry I haven’t been around much. I’ve been in Italy for a while, but I’ll be in London for the next couple of months.”

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"Two months later, we kissed for the first time in Lambert’s office. Sorry, Lambert, if you’re seeing this—I promise it was just a kiss," you said with a shy smile, hoping to win over your boss in case he ever watched this.

"We started texting every day," you continued, leaning into the camera as if sharing a secret. "He used to send me a selfie every morning, and I was just over the moon every time." Your voice softened, a dreamy smile spreading across your face.

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FLASHBACK

You woke up to the familiar ping of your phone. It was 7:30 AM, and Harry’s name lit up your screen with a picture of him holding a cup of coffee and a simple "Morning ☕. Don’t forget the samples today!"

You couldn’t help but grin at the message. How could such a small thing make your entire day brighter? You replied with a selfie of your own—bed hair and all—typing, "Morning! Samples are ready. How’s the coffee?"

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Back in the present, you chuckled at the memory. "I don’t know how it happened so quickly, but I fell for him completely. He made even the smallest moments feel like the biggest deal."

"What do you think made Harry fall for you?" Drew asked, his tone genuinely curious.

You hesitated, biting your lip in thought. "I don’t know if it was one thing," you admitted. "But I think it was how we balanced each other out. He’s... larger than life in so many ways, and I think I grounded him."

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FLASHBACK

It was a particularly chaotic afternoon in the studio. Harry had been bouncing between meetings and photo shoots all day, his energy starting to wane. You noticed the way his shoulders slumped as he walked past your desk.

“Hey,” you called out, holding up a cup of tea.

He stopped, looking at you with a mix of surprise and gratitude. “Is that for me?”

“No, it’s for the imaginary friend Lambert keeps talking to,” you teased, handing it over.

Harry chuckled, taking the cup. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I know,” you replied with a wink, feeling a flicker of pride at the way his expression softened.

First Date

You arrived at Harry’s place with butterflies in your stomach, a small box of macarons in hand. The walk from the bike stand to his house had given you just enough time to psych yourself up, and now you stood outside the door, adjusting your jacket nervously.

The door opened before you could knock. Harry stood there, barefoot and wearing a soft cream sweater with sleeves slightly too long for his arms. His smile was instant and warm. “Hi,” he said, stepping aside to let you in.

“Hi,” you replied, holding out the macarons. “Thought these might go well with dessert or something.”

His eyes lit up. “You brought dessert to a pasta night? You’re already winning me over.”

The house smelled incredible—garlic, fresh basil, and something else warm and inviting. The kitchen was open and bright, with bowls of ingredients scattered across the counter. A pasta machine sat proudly in the middle of it all.

“Is this where the magic happens?” you joked, pointing at the setup.

“Absolutely,” he said, walking over to roll out a piece of dough. “I figured we’d do this part together. Homemade pasta tastes better when it’s a team effort.”

You laughed, slipping off your jacket. “Are you sure you trust me with this?”

He handed you a small rolling pin and an apron. “Only one way to find out.”

For the next hour, the two of you worked side by side. Harry showed you how to feed the dough through the machine, laughing when it got stuck and you both had to wrangle it out together. You took turns sprinkling flour on the counter, and at one point, he smudged a bit on your nose with a cheeky grin.

“Hey!” you protested, trying to retaliate, but he dodged you effortlessly.

By the time the pasta was cut and ready to boil, you were both a little flour-dusted and very much at ease.

Dinner was simple but perfect—pesto pasta with a side of roasted tomatoes and a bottle of wine. You sat at the dining table, which Harry had set with candles and a small vase of wildflowers.

“This is amazing,” you said, twirling your fork in the pasta. “I didn’t think you’d actually be this good.”

He leaned back in his chair, pretending to be offended. “I’ll take that as a compliment, even though I’m choosing to ignore the surprise in your tone.”

You laughed. “No, really. This is... perfect.”

As you reached for the roasted tomatoes, your fork slipped, sending a small drop of sauce onto your light dress.

“Oh no!” you exclaimed, glancing down at the stain. It was right on the front, glaring and impossible to ignore.

Harry froze, looking concerned. “Do you need a napkin? Or—”

But you just waved it off, smiling. “It’s fine. It’s just a dress”

He blinked, then let out a laugh. “You’re sure? must be expensive”

“It's okay" You dabbed at the stain with your napkin half-heartedly and shrugged. “No sense in crying over spilled... sauce.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Most people would be freaking out.”

“Well, I guess I’m not most people,” you said playfully.

For the rest of the night, the stain stayed there, but it didn’t matter. Harry found himself admiring how little you cared about it—how relaxed and unpretentious you were. It wasn’t just refreshing; it was magnetic.

At one point, as the conversation turned to childhood memories, he caught himself thinking: Yeah, I could get used to this.

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Back in the present, you smiled at the camera, recalling that night. "That first date was... easy. It felt like I’d known him forever, but also like I was discovering someone entirely new. And he was just so... kind. It’s funny—he was trying to impress me, but really, he didn’t need to do anything at all."

Harry, now sitting across the studio, interrupted with a teasing grin. "I worked hard on that pasta, you know!"

You chuckled and rolled your eyes "He used to tell me that I made him feel calm," you said, your voice growing quieter. "And I think he gave me confidence—like, the real kind that sticks."

Drew leaned back in his chair, looking pleased. "That’s beautiful. Any final words for this session?

You smiled, glancing toward Harry, who was now watching you from across the studio, his headphones hanging around his neck. "Yeah," you said, your tone lighter now. "It’s been a wild ride, but I wouldn’t change a single thing. Except maybe… I’d have said yes to dinner sooner."

From across the room, Harry laughed, his voice carrying over. "I wasn’t that bad, was I?"

You turned back to the camera with a mischievous smile. "Let’s just say persistence pays off." You held up your hand again, showing off the engagement ring, the studio chuckling as Drew called out, "And cut! That’s a wrap for this session"

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super-lovely-star · 11 months ago

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⭐️Things to Help you Middle Regress⭐️

This is just what I could think of. Feel free to add on to this list!

Change into clothes with characters that you like on them. I see a lot of cartoon tshirts at Hot Topic, if you’re wondering where to get them.

Play some pop songs or edgy music- or whatever kind of thing you’d listen to in 5th grade.

Write in a journal. Misspell words on purpose, use your non-dominant hand, etc this one helps me slip a lot!

Prepare a snack. Something kiddish in a little bowl, like cut up fruits or goldfish crackers, and a drink (make sure to stay hydrated) in a themed water bottle.

A nostalgic scent can help a lot. You can get scented candles (or wax and a wax warmer if ur scared of fire like me) in scents like fresh laundry, or sugar cookies, and even cut grass.

Dim the lights if it’s late. This helps me relax. If you have fairy lights or a night-light, you can turn those on too.

Put on some big kid cartoons in the background, or even just play the theme song and listen to it.

If you want something more stimulating, go and hang out at a mall. Go into the most nostalgic stores (for me it’s Claire’s or Hot Topic.) Adults shop there all the time, so even if you’re secretive about your regression it won’t look out of place!

If the mall isn’t your thing, wait until it gets dark and then hang out at an empty playground.

Back to the more relaxing side of things: curl up in bed and surround yourself with your comfort items.

You can find computer games that are meant to teach late elementary/middle school math, spelling, history, etc. Try playing one and getting some of it wrong on purpose.

Play a nostalgic video game that was popular when you were chronologically the age you regress to! Even if it doesn’t make you slip, this one is just plain fun.

Read middle grade books. Bonus points for doing it under the covers with a flashlight.

Hope these are helpful!

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chara-cat5 · 1 month ago

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lads college au

meeting the boys

this is a college au in a normal modern universe (ours). not gonna change their unnatural features (purple hair, red eyes)but theres no evols or what not. trying to keep it gender neural but fem leaning. at the very least afab mc/reader.

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caleb- childhood friends separated at early in age. getting his basics before pilot school.

it was on the way to class, when you're already gonna be late and in a rush. "shit shit shit, he's gonna lock the door on me!"

iconically, rounding a corner and slamming into a firm chest, landing right on your ass with a soft grunt. looking up, you're met with purple eyes that reflect your surprise.

"jesus- are you okay? sorry about that."

your gratefully take his outstretched hands,noticing his tilted head as he takes in your appearance. wait, those purple eyes...

"pipsqueak?"-"caleb?"

your words overlap, speaking at the same time, a bright smile breaking out over his lips.

"yooooo, it is you! it's been ages!"

back when you were kids, caleb was your neighbor, a nice boy who wouldn't just push you away cause you were younger or more feminine. he'd smile and laugh as you trudged along with him through the woods or climbed playground equipment. he'd always keep an eye out for you and you'd return the favor by sharing treats or pressing hello kitty bandaids to his knees. it was great, growing up for the first few years with him before you had to move before middle school.

back to his dopey grin, you see that he's grown quite a bit taller since then... remembering yourself, your face pales as you remember your class, grabbing your bag from the ground as you pull away.

"can't talk. late to class! nice seeing you caleb!"

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zayne- academic rivals? project partners. going to be doctor obviously.

you padded into the library, brain already coming up with ideas for the project. it was a partner assigned project, and you could only pray that your partner was at least a little capable. with a huff, you moved toward the best table in the library. it was partly tucked away so no many people would look over but gave a perfect view of the rest of the room.

"then i can spot when this 'zayne' comes in."

your mumbled words were to yourself, but a dark haired boy already sitting at your table heard them.

"... would that that make you my partner then?"

you blinked at him before hesitantly putting your bag on the table.

"are you... are you zayne?"

he nodded, his hazel eyes already darting back to his laptop.

"that would be me, yes. now that you've arrived, we can start planning out this project. i expect you to do your half and do it well. my grad won't suffer because of you."

this boy.

"then we're on the same page because i will be expecting the same from you."

your smile was strained as you pulled out your own laptop, not meeting his gaze as he watched you. he seemed unbothered by your passive aggressive tone, quickly going back to typing on his computer.

"did you have any ideas for the project?"

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sylus- is he going to college? if so, business major probably.

it was after class and nothing hit better then a nice cold dr pepper, so of course you took a moment at the vending machine on the way between the school and your dorm. okay, maybe on the way was a stretch, but walking is good for you, maybe... or maybe dr p is just that good- i don't know man. needless to say, when instead of a clear window to the glorious beverage, you saw two hooded redheads, you were a little irritated. that only grew when you realized they had almost all the sodas left from the vending machine in their arms, bags or on the ground.

what. the. fuck.

clenching your jaw, you stalk over, gaze catching one dr pepper in the machine. clearing your throat and putting a forced cheery smile, you tapped one of the boys on the shoulder.

"excuse me, do you mind if i get a soda?"

two pairs of reflected eyes looked over, almost as if they'd been caught.

"uhh...."

"you can buy on from us"

"it'll be 5 bucks."

bullshit. your smile grew strained. what were they doing? trying to hustle you?

"no, i think i'll just get the one from the machine, thank you."

they looked back at each other before standing shoulder to shoulder in front of you, blocking the way from what you wanted. so it's the hard way they want, huh? you really wanna come between a dr pepper fan? they're crazy!

"look, you two either move or i get to show you what a stressed out college student does without caffeine."

your dark tone and gaze gave them pause. the scam wasn't working... without waiting for a response, you pushed between them, shoving your crinkled dollar into the machine. its only after you've gotten your soda that you realize another person has joined the party. he looked older then what were clearly twins, his red eyes and white hair a contrast to his black jacket. narrowing your eyes at him, you sipped your drink.

"are these your friends? be a better influence on them. their scam is shit."

he narrowed his own eyes but his lips tugged up into a smirk.

"apologies kitten, i'll teach better next time."

it's only after you get home that your realize, those guys were shifty... maybe you shouldn't have been passive aggressive with random men.

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xavier- he sleeps in class 💀 he's on law track?? what is hunter equivalent? maybe he doesn't know what he wants yet. seems like the type.

this class was boring. you could admit that- hell, you agreed with the opinion. but, it was required and not only that, it was a difficult class to pass. the professor was strict, wanting perfection and god forbid someone fell asleep... so why was this boy testing fate? a lump of blond hair laid on the table, sitting next to you, soft snores leaving his form. there was no way he'd escape the professor's attention for long, most likely startled awake by him slamming a book by his ear. you wince at the idea, not wanting to hear the loud sound nor see such a sound sleep disturbed.

"maybe i could help?"

you hesitantly open your textbook, propping it up in front pf him, blocking his sleeping form from the professor's view. sure, maybe it was a little suspicious, but it was better then what he had going on before. when class finally ended, you let out a sigh of relief, tucking your laptop in your bag. the professor didn't notice and class had peacefully went on with out the dramatics of a sleeping student. before you could stand up, your text book was held out in front of you. your gaze trailed up to sleepy blue eyes.

"thank you. for covering for me."

as you take the textbook, you nod with a smile, tucking it next to your computer.

"it's no problem really. although, i'd suggest sleeping elsewhere."

he smiles back, standing up and pulling his own bag on his shoulder, yawning.

"yeah, i guess you're right. i'll go sleep in my next class."

as he walked off, you couldn't help but tilt your head.

"why doesn't he just go back to his dorm? he's not paying attention to his classes anyway."

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rafayel- taking art class together. mc/reader sees his work and is like damn?! he's clearly a sweat, okay bub. obviously gonna be an artist. duh

art class is often considered an easy a, but even then, there were more people in this class then you'd think... on second thought, there were more girls in this class then you'd think... the professor assigned everyone to work on drawing a few bottles. not exciting but you need to understand basic shapes before you can do fun stuff. you were working on the assignment, not really paying attention to the world when the other girls got restless. they were whispering among themselves, giggling as a purple haired boy got to work on a painting by the window. half way through the class period, the professor told the students to take a break. while the other students left, you finished up the bottle you were working on. when you happened to look up, you saw that the purple haired boy had wandered off. curious of what he was painting, it was easy to slink over, peeking at the canvas. it wasn't done, but even so, damn was it good! it's not that it was photo realistic, but the colors- the shape language- it was beautiful.

"ahem."

you startled at that, shoulders going stiff as you looked back at the sound. purple hair had his arms crossed as he looked at you, tapping his foot. he paused once blue-pink eyes met yours.

"thats the color..."

he stepped closer, startling you further as you stepped back in response. he stepped past you, diving into his paints and stirring a few colors together. when he held up his tray, they matched the color of your eyes, making you tilt your head.

"... my eyes?"

he nodded, glancing over with a smile.

"yep. you have the perfect shade i needed. thanks cutie."

you part your lips to speak when the professor walks back in, her gaze going to the two of you.

"i thought i said to take a break. go eat something you two!"

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#love and deepspace #lads sylus #lads zayne #lads caleb #lads rafayel #lads xavier #lads #lads x reader #lads mc #caleb x reader #sylus x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader

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chiiyuuvv · 9 months ago

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eye to eye ★

online bf!euijoo 0.7k words

notes! reader is shorter than ej and they're in korea. some kissing. thought the idea was cute so yuh enjoy mwah

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

Light reflects from the wide windows of the airport as euijoo looks around, nervously clutching a small bouquet to his chest. It was assorted with different types of flowers and pretty, pastel colors. It reminded him of someone special.

That someone being you.

After a year of online dating, today would be the day euijoo would finally see you face to face, his computer monitor nowhere to be found. He can feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his back leans against a wall, waiting for you to appear.

Where is she? Euijoo wonders, sliding his phone out of his pocket to check for any notifications. He did receive a few, but none were sent by you so he didn’t care. When he looks up, a small gasp leaves his lips.

There a girl stood on her tippy toes as her eyes traveled through the crowd of various faces before her gaze found his. She looked like she walked out a fairytale, her stare filled with golden sparkles as a small pout adored her features. When her figure beamed with joy, euijoo knew she’s the one.

“Juju!” you happily shout before a yelp leaves your lips, suddenly being lifted up and spun around. Your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your waist with security, the bouquet clumsily thrown to the floor.

“Angel,” euijoo whispers, his forehead against yours. He felt as if he'd been catfished; there was no way you looked so much prettier in real life. He feels his knees turn into jelly when he sees the smile plastered on your lips; a shy, pink tint arising to his cheeks.

“You’re taller than how I thought you’d be,” you remark, euijoo’s quiet chuckle breaking the tension.

“And you’re shorter.”

“Hey!” You slap his chest, his laughter bubbling out. You thought he sounded adorable.

“I’m so happy right now,” euijoo quietly admits, his hand inching to yours to hold. He’s been wanting to do that for a while, his thumb rubbing the back of your palm. Your skin felt so soft against his, he couldn't tell if he was dreaming.

…

“Oh, and over there is a playground,” your boyfriend squeezes your intertwined hands, nodding his head to the kids playing with one another. Euijoo wanted to show you around since you mentioned it being your first time visiting Korea. Right now, you decided to take a peaceful stroll at the park.

“I know what playgrounds look like,” you mumble, glaring at the boy as he gives you a teasing shrug.

“Just making sure,” a giggle escapes his lips when you playfully jab his side, your attention going back to an ice cream cone bought by your lovely boyfriend.

“Is it yummy?” Euijoo's voice fills the quiet atmosphere, still in disbelief you were standing next to him. You looked perfect; the sun shining your side profile as the light wind flowed through your hair. You looked like a goddess.

You nod, before tapping his shoulder with urgency. “Tissue,” was the only thing stated before euijoo tapped his pockets, a frown on his face when he found none. Somehow, ice cream smeared alongside your mouth like lipstick. You'd like to blame the breeze for its childish actions.

“I don't have any, I'm sorry,” euijoo gushes. You didn't seem to notice your boyfriend taking a few steps closer to you as you waved his words off, his hand unraveling with yours to cup your face.

A gasp leaves your body as you look up to find euijoo hunched over, his warm lips attacking your colder ones. Successfully, he kisses the sweet treat away, backing from your figure for air.

Gaining your senses back, you slap his shoulder, a flustered yet smug look on your face. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked,” your eyebrow raises to tease the boy, before a smirk glides along your face when your victim looks down with a blush.

His hands envelop around your waist as he takes a step closer, looking down to get an eyeful of your lips. They looked plump, the peachy color making the boy want to dive into a world of bliss as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You looked so beautiful today. “Can I kiss you, then?”

"Oh."

︴bonus! they're so weird bc yn/ej could have wiped off the ice cream with their sleeve?? they're so desperate for each other STAND UP

▸ taglist 📬 @cherrycolaberry , @wtfisgoingright , @slytherinshua , @enhacolor

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pinkynana · 9 months ago

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am i the asshole for being possessive about my childhood friend's virginity?

Summary: It has been awhile since you last met renjun. Perhaps your last encounter was right after graduation. You’re back in your old neighborhood, having drinks with your favorite childhood best friend. And it slipped out of you that you had never had sex, despite a whole semester in college. Renjun took that as an invitation. Afterall, you experienced every one of your firsts with Renjun.

word count: 2k

warnings: noncon to dubcon, dacryphyllia, bondage, possessive renjun, fake sympathy, creampie.

tell me if i missed anything.

It feels good to open up the window and see that familiar face of your best friend since diapers. Renjun was already smiling at you the moment you slid your curtains away. “It’s been so long!” He yelled. He had to, considering the few meters of distance between his window and yours. You noticed that he was still in a suit, probably just got home from some important business. “I know right! Wanna grab some drinks?”

“Oh, I already have some in my room.”

“Really? Well in that case..”

You stepped backwards into your bedroom, just to sprint, jumping out of your window, landing on the roof of Renjun’s first floor. With that safe land, you crawled up to Renjun’s window, welcoming yourself inside as if the room was your own. “Still crazy as always I see.” he giggled.

“Wouldn't be me if it isn’t crazy.”

Renjun had your first kiss.

At 16, you still had a crush on Tobey Maguire’s spiderman although Andrew Garfield already had two amazing spiderman movies. You skipped evening class to watch the rerun of the first three spiderman movies. Renjun came with. He didn't have evening class like you did. He didn't need them, he’s smart unlike you.

Once the movies were over, you refused to go home. You knew you'd earn an earful and maybe some beatings once you get home because your mom would be furious that you had skipped class just to watch movies. Instead, you were at the playground, climbing on the monkey bars.

“It’s getting late, y’know.” Renjun waited for you, sitting at the swings. “Renjun! Come join me! I feel like Spiderman. Do you think there's a spidergirl out there, maybe?” You never touched a marvel comic, obviously. Renjun huffed when you ignored his comment. He did, however, come towards you. He didn't climb the bars though. He let you have all the fun to yourself. He watched as you hung your feet on the bar as you let your body dangling upside down. You let out a laugh.

“Wouldn't it be cool to have my first kiss just like the upside down kiss from the movie?” He didn't answer, which concerned you. “Renjun?”

Before you knew it, he cupped your face as he planted a kiss right there where you were hanging your body upside down on the monkey bars.

The next day you pretended like it never happened and continued being his best friend as usual.

The first time you watched porn, it was with Renjun. You were only 16, receiving a usb drive that may or may not give your computer a virus from a fellow classmate. As soon as your extracurricular activities ended, you ran straight to Renjun’s room. He had gone home earlier as he wasn't involved in the same club as you. You slammed the door shut behind you, hugging your backpack against your chest.

“What are you doin-”

“Shh!” You locked the door of his bedroom. “Take out your laptop.” you ordered him, walking towards his study desk as your hand took out the pendrive from your bag. you tossed the bag to his bed. Renjun didn't question you when he took out his laptop. He only did when you suddenly plugged in the drive into it without telling you what it was.

“Hey! What is that?”

“Porn.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Well, it might not be. I won't take the risk on my laptop though.” He groaned once he figured out your plan. You were afraid that the drive you received might give your laptop a virus so you risked it on his instead. How typical of you. “Why are you interested in that anyway?” The file was right in front of your eyes when he asked that. “Because..” You clicked on the first folder.” “I’m curious.” Renjun rolled his eyes at your answer. He leaned back against his chair as you did what you wanted on his laptop. The video started to play and you took a seat on his bed. You partially heard Renjun saying something to you but you were too focused on the two actors on his screen. You involuntarily gasped when the man inserted his penis into the woman's vagina. The sound out of you made Renjun turn his head and you held a second of eye contact with him.

That eye contact suddenly made you realize how invasive you were and how intimate this whole action is. You shouldn't be watching porn with Renjun. Sure, he's your best friend but he's still a man. The realization made you stand on your feet, grabbing your backpack with you.

“I fulfilled my curiosity. Gotta go. Bye!” You wore your backpack as you ran towards his bedroom door to leave. “Wait, what about the drive?!” He yelled as you had already exited the room

“Keep it!”

The first friendship breakup was also with Renjun. You were both 17 when you fought about Renjun’s choice for college. He wanted to try for early admissions while you were still struggling to choose a course, let alone a college to aim for. It was too early to think about life after highschool, according to you.

Early in the morning, when usually you would either ride on the backseat of Renjun’s bike, you rode on your own bike. You purposely waited for Renjun to come out so it’ll look like you two had coincidentally come out at the same time. You glared at him before you took your seat and started paddling to school.

What upsetted you more was the fact that Renjun paddled faster as he slid right past you, not even looking your way.

By the time you arrived at the bike parking, Renjun was seen leaning against the wall, looking like he was waiting for you. That warmed up your heart a bit. You locked your bike in then came to him. “You got something to say to me?” You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to look cool. “Yeah, I got in.”

Your face dropped. “See you at your graduation, y/n.”

Truth be told, that was probably your first heartbreak.

You cried in front of Renjun for the first time (not including the time when you were kids) when he actually showed up to your highschool graduation. You didn't look for your parents when you stepped on the stage. Your eyes scanned the audience to look for your best friend who said he'd meet you again today. But he was nowhere to be seen. You tried to brush it off, not letting it ruin your memorable day. As you took a picture with your mom, you see a familiar figure walking towards you, holding a bouquet of flowers. Without even realizing, tears had started to fall from your eyes. You didn't waste any time running to him, giving him a big hug. And he wrapped his arms around you so perfectly too. You sobbed messily in between your tears.

“We never even said goodbye.. I never even apologized.. I was so immature.. I mean, it was just a few months ago, but still!.. I’m older and wiser now.” You huffed, sobbed, sniffed and maybe even hiccuped.

Renjun just laughed at your state. You knew that he would forgive you in a heartbeat, as long as you said you were sorry.

“I’m sorry, Renjun. I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was such a dick to you, I’m so sorry,”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” Now, he was on top of you with your wrists tied on his bed frame with his neck tie that he was wearing just a few minutes ago. His shirt was unbuttoned and he had taken off your shorts just now. “Renjun, you're being scary..” Without even realizing, tears had started to fall from your eyes. Renjun leaned down to kiss your cheek where your tears ended.

“I’m sorry, I just..” One of his hands caressed your face while the other started unbuckling his belt. “Please don't be scared of me. I just have to do this. I gotta be your first.” This was nowhere near the Renjun you knew and grew up with. If he was gentle with it, if he was maybe romantic with it, then you would probably allow this to happen. But this isn't the caring gentleman you were best friends with. You had no clue who this man before you was. “Fuck, you look so pretty crying.” You noticed how hard he was once he took his slacks and his boxers off.

“Renjun, I’m scared.” You whimpered, hoping to gain mercy from him. “No no no no, baby. Don't be scared.” He gave your lips a peck. “Trust me, baby. You trust me, right?” Again, if he had been gentle with you, you probably would have nodded your head. Instead you shook it furiously, “Renjun, please.. I’ll- I’ll suck your cock, or.. or I’ll give you a handjob. Just, please don't fuck me.”

“No.. please. As much as that sounds tempting, I need to fuck you. I’ve always been your first. Remember? Just trust me.” He wiped away your tears with his thumb. And with that same thumb, he reached down to your pussy as he started to rub your clit in circles, making sure that you’d start to get wet. You squirmed at the pleasure that you wish never came. “There.. See? You like it.” After he was sure you were wet enough, he took your panties off with one swift.

“Your pussy is excited to see me, baby.” You looked away in embarrassment at his comment. He slid a finger from your hole to your clit, collecting your pussy juice as he licked it off. He then jerked himself off a few times before he aligned his tip on your pussy. “Trust me, okay?” He said before he slid in with a groan. “Perfect fucking pussy.” He moaned.

At this point, you knew there was no escaping anymore. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted. You closed your eyes shut, trying to imagine that Renjun was someone else. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't think of anyone. Because deep down, you always knew that you had liked Renjun for a long time. Though this wasn't the ideal situation, you always wanted it to happen. More tears started to fall out as you felt ashamed of yourself for feeling good from his thrust. “Fuck.. I get harder the more you cry, baby. You're such a pretty crier.” With his cussing, he went on faster and harder, earning loud moans from you.

You felt Renjun getting sloppier by the minute and you guessed that it was because he was close and you started to panic. “Renjun.. Renjun.. pull out! We have no protection. Don't cum inside of me! Please, Renjun.” But all you received from him was more groans and cusses. “Just.. just trust me. It’ll be fine. I’m sorry, trust me.” The more he said the word trust, the smaller the trust you actually had for him. But all you could do was let him fuck your wet pussy since you're too weak to even pull yourself out of the knot that Renjun tied above your head.

And just in a few more thrusts, he had poured his semen into you. With jagged breaths, he still muttered some more apologies to you but you paid it no mind. It’s not like he actually meant it anyway.

He planted one more kiss on your lips before he pulled out and laid beside you on his bed. He untied the necktie away from you but you still couldn't break free as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close and hugging you tight. “I’m sorry, angel.” he said again. He caressed your hair, fixing up any messy strands. “I’ll get you cleaned, okay?” With that, he picked you up and took you to his bathroom where he cared for you like the Renjun you always knew your whole life.

#renjun smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #pinky's aita series #tw noncon #noncon smut

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slamminslamminmcgill · 10 months ago

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please. please i need house to call me a faggot and a tranny while balls deep in me. please.

YES ANONS GLORY TO THE LAW OFFICES OF SLAMMIN SLAMMIN MCGILL 🫡⚖️

warning: transphobia, homophobia, slurs, degradation, humiliation, fucking medical ethics violations i guess, hair-pulling, drug abuse, mentions of pregnancy, misgendering kinda, not to doxx myself but im using my own medical info for ease of writing specifics

anatomical terms: vagina/pussy/cunt

“Okay, current medications. Let’s see what’cha got…”

Clinic duty was never enjoyable for House. It was really just a slew of NPC’s for him to verbally abuse until someone showed something interesting. A weird rash, an inexplicably high fever, or, in your case, a discrepancy in your suspected genital anatomy.

“This… says you have a birth control implant. So either someone fatfingered your actual prescription on the computer, or—“

“It’s… accurate.” You replied sheepishly, lifting your arm to highlight its location. “I actually do have one.”

The doctor looked perplexed, almost angrily so. Like you’d just spat in his face and dared him to call your bluff. He aggressively limped towards you and gripped your arm entirely too hard. With his other hand, his two fingers prodded around for the implant until he got it.

“Well!” He scoffed, rolling the stick underneath your skin, pressing on either edge to seesaw it within you. “Thank god you’re not reproducing. Imagine some poor preschooler having to bring your fruity little ass in for Mother’s Day. Kid would get turbo-bullied on the playground. Good on you for being responsible.”

He hobbled back over to the computer to return to your file, leaving you stunned, speechless, and sputtering. What is this guy’s fucking problem? What in the actual ever-loving fuck did he just say to you? And why was it... kinda hot, in all honesty?

“Ah, there it is. Testosterone cypionate. Jumped the gun on that one. If only I had scrolled down. Alphabetization makes fools of us all…” He continued reading the details of your dosage. “0.6 milliliters biweekly, self-administered intramuscular injections. Ooh, so you’re a masochist too.”

Your reaction was an unfortunate reflex, on par with if he’d tapped your knee with that dinky little hammer, only much more embarrassing. You had no chance of stopping the pathetic whine that escaped your vocal cords. “Mm~!” You gasped, then coughed, hoping to sufficiently cover the sound, and shouted, “What?! N-No, no I’m not!”

“Oh, please, you are not a good liar.” House tapped his cane on the exam table, right between your legs. Not touching you, not even close. He just wanted to imply that he could. “To administer a masculinizing dose of testosterone in patients assigned female at birth, they can either self-inject, or they can rub themselves with what’s essentially lotion. So why would you choose stabbing yourself in the leg unless you want to stab yourself in the leg? And why would you want to stab yourself in the leg? Because you’re a pain slut. Am I wrong?”

No. No, he was not. Well, that isn't why you chose injections, but you were a pain slut. Of course, you didn’t wanna admit that to him. That’d just make you even more pathetic. Oh well, it’s not like you needed to say anything anyway. The mortified look on your face was proof enough.

“So! What brings you in today? Bruised butt-cheeks from your Daddy taking you over his knee too hard?”

You rolled your eyes at his snarky comment, trying to stick up for yourself and what little shreds of dignity you had left. “My STD test results.”

“Oh, sure. Figures you would need to know that. Can’t have Typhoid Mary taking backshots at the circuit party. What types of sex are you having?”

Used to these questions every time you get tested, you rattled them off nonchalantly. “Vaginal, oral, and anal.”

“Not letting anything go to waste, huh? I like it. How many sexual partners do you have currently?”

Wait a minute. You just needed to hear the results. What’s this guy doing? “Uh… didn’t the nurse already ask me these questions?”

“I’m sure someone did. I just want to hear you answer them.”

You crossed your arms and stared straight through him, silently, baring an expression that sufficiently said cut the shit without the need for any verbal assistance.

Dr. House pouted. “You’re no fun.” He opened the folder he had came in with, what he was initially supposed to give you. He had just been dilly-dallying to kill time. “All negative. You’re clean. Well, in this one aspect, you’re clean. Morally, you’re about the furthest thing from it.” Again, he smacked his cane on the table, in between your legs, this time in rhythm. “Just. My. Type.”

You squirmed, trying to shimmy backwards away from his cane. You cast your eyes downward, obscuring the profuse blush on your face. He didn’t need to know that he was getting to you. Still, it was flattering. You cleared your throat. “Uh… Thank you? I guess?”

“You’re welcome. Oh, and one more thing. I saw that your chart lists recreational ketamine usage. Is that true?”

“Yeah, actually. Why do you ask? Are you gonna tell me to quit?”

“Ugh, please. I’m a doctor, not a narc. Here, watch.” Dr. House reached into his pocket and took out a jar of pills. He opened it, poured a ridiculous amount of pills into his palm, and dry swallowed them. “See? Now we’re both junkies! But, you do have a point. It’s my Hippocratic duty to look out for my patients’ well-being. The street supply of ketamine can be mixed with dangerous additives like fentanyl or crack, which would put you at risk for overdosing. You want a scrip for the good shit?”

Oh? On god? Ethics and potential felony charges be damned. The weirdly hot doctor wants to hook you up with substances? Weapons grade ketamine? You’d be an idiot to pass it up. “Oh! Sure, thank you!”

“It does come with a pretty hefty co-pay though.”

“Oh…” Your face dropped. “How much?”

“Bend over.”

—

“Ahhh, modern medicine is amazing, isn’t it?”

Dr. House sighed in pleasure as he rutted into you from behind. Your legs were cramping, held apart in an awkward position. Your arms were cold against the metal slab of the table, and so was your face, buried within them to cover your shame and soundproof your moans. Apparently, that “copay" he mentioned was just a euphemism. Some dumb excuse to get you to trade pussy for premium drugs. And you were dumb enough to do it. Just his lucky day. Keep your face down, keep your mouth shut, and just let him use you. The high will be well worth it.

"Hey, faggot," He spat, and yanked you up out of the darkness by your hair. Your eyes stung, shocked by the fluorescent clinic lighting. "I'm talking to you. Are you always this rude to everyone who fucks you?"

"S-Sor—Sorry! I'm sor—fuck! Fuck!"

"Shut the fuck up, whore," House clamped his hand over your mouth, holding you even tighter against him. You couldn't move, you couldn't speak. Your only function was getting him off. "If we get caught, you don't get your ket. Now, mmm, fuck yeah, tell me... Isn't modern medicine amazing?"

Without the ability to verbally agree, you nodded.

"Do you know why I'm saying it's amazing?"

You shook your head.

He chuckled devilishly before growling in your ear,

"Because I can blow my load in a tight little tranny boy's cunt without worrying about knocking him up."

#jfc i have to tag this don't i #we are Insane #house md #gregory house #gregory house x reader #gregory house smut #gregory house x you #gregory house x ftm reader #gregory house x trans reader #house md x reader #house md x you

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macro-pulse · 3 days ago

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ever feel like the game is rigged? (it is)

You ever just stare at your bank account and think… how?

Like, you’re doing the work. You’re grinding. You have the degree, you have the two jobs, you have the side hustle that’s supposed to be your “passion project” but is really just your “pay the electricity bill” project.

And you’re still broke.

The advice you get is always the same. “Stop buying coffee.” “Be better with money.”

It’s exhausting. And it’s a lie.

Your financial anxiety isn’t a personal failure. It’s a ghost haunting you from an era of big hair and neon leg warmers.

Let’s talk about the 80s.

Back then, a new idea took over America: Reaganomics.

The simple version? Cut taxes for the super-rich and giant corporations. The promise was that the money would “trickle down” to the rest of us.

It didn't trickle. It evaporated on its way down.

What actually happened was that wealth got sucked upwards, into a vacuum. The people at the top got richer than ever, while wages for normal people just… stopped. For forty years.

They dismantled the idea that if you work hard, you get a fair slice of the pie. They rewrote the rules to make sure the house (aka the 1%) always wins.

So, how does that connect to your empty wallet right now?

Those policies created the perfect playground for the next monster to evolve:

The Algorithm.

The gig economy. The freelance hustle. The warehouse job where a computer tracks your bathroom breaks. The delivery app that nudges your pay down, penny by penny.

That’s the ghost of the 80s wearing a tech-bro hoodie.

The system was already designed to squeeze workers. Technology just made it a thousand times more efficient.

It’s a one-two punch:

The Legacy: A system designed to funnel wealth to the top.

The Curse: An algorithm designed to automate that process.

You’re not failing a fair game. You’re playing a rigged one, and the code was written decades ago. It’s not your fault you’re tired. You were designed to be.

#economics #politics #gen z #the 80s #reaganomics #capitalism #money #why am i so broke #systemic inequality #its not you its the system #tech

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bloodyinkandquill · 6 months ago

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phighting x reader christmas special

sup im in Honduras right now, so ill work on this intermittently, it’ll be… something i need to decide im thinking what each phighter’s christmas activities are and what they get you, yeah that’ll work, it’ll be in menu order btw

Sword:

He spends Christmas with his dad, and you’re invited! Venomshank has been alive a while but having a son to celebrate a holiday with is a new exciting experience to him, they have a lot of traditions surrounding it. Including having dinner together the night before, then Venomshank has to put out the presents at EXACTLY 11:59 because at EXACTLY midnight Sword come barreling towards the tree, it’s funny to witness, and definitely stems from when Sword was a kid. During the day itself after presents him and his dad cook an amazing breakfast together, they would probably ask what you want because they both cook each other their favorites and want to include you since you’re part of the family now.

I think Sword would definitely go with something super personalized, something that reminded him of you in some way. Or alternatively he’d also get you something rather cheesy and overly couple-y like matching sweaters that say something super over the top. He’s very sweet and loving about it and views Christmas as a family thing and you’re part of his family now!

Skateboard:

I imagine in Playground Christmas is more of a friends thing then family thing, so Skateboard hosts a big party with his friends and you! There is a lot of food and more drinks, it’s not like a crazy high energy party buts it’s also not a dinner party, he does his best to stay by your side since you’re his lover but he keeps getting distracted and running off to a friend calling him over or doing something crazy. But he reminds you how much he loves you and that he’s glad to be spending Christmas with you!

For gifts I think he’d get you something silly and fun, that makes you laugh and groan lightheartedly. I also think he’d get you your own skateboard or even maybe roller skates/blades so you can go skating around with him, he’s bashful about it saying it was just something random and you don’t have to or whatever- then one of his friends would put a mistletoe above you both with an eye roll and he’d blush but it’s a sweet and tender kiss.

Biograft:

Bro has the dictionary definition of Christmas and that’s it, so you have to teach him a lot about it. It starts to understand, not fully but he’s getting there. Its favorite part is all the lights, he thinks they’re really pretty. Since it doesn’t exactly have its own Christmas traditions he just participates in whatever you do. It might be tad awkward if it’s his first time meeting people who don’t understand it’s sentient so you might have to explain it a couple times. He mostly sits in the corner observing, or following you around like a fucking since it doesn’t understand just yet but you do so it’s the logical conclusion.

He gets you a gift late, it doesn’t realize he was supposed to get you something but then when it does he figures the logical conclusion would be to get it after Christmas because it would be cheaper anyways. I think he’d get you some sort of technology, maybe a new computer or handheld gaming console that it specifically modified to be linked to him so it can chat with you on it even if he isn’t nearby, and would make sure it’s your favorite colors.

Katana:

He’s sort of, withdrawn from Christmas, if it was his choice he’d stay home and treat it as any other day but with cafe trio and you, his plans have been foiled. Cafe trio invite you both to their apartment to spend Christmas with them. If you’re tempted to say no just remember Slingshot owns a bakery and baked so many different Christmas pastries for the event. You and Katana stay together the whole time but it’s still nice, the food is delicious and it smells AMAZING in that apartment. Katana doesn’t have great memories of Christmas due to his past but he’s willing to make new ones with you.

I think he’d get you a really nice (rather expensive) china set. And his favorite rare teas to go with it. When I say really nice set, I mean REALLY nice, probably one of a kind. He insists you do not need to get him anything but won’t fight if you want to get him something, he thanks you really sweetly and after you leave cafe trios place gives you a super sweet kiss where he can comfortably lift up his mask.

Ban Hammer:

Similar to Sword he spends Christmas with his momma, and again you are invited to join them! Their Christmas is a lot more chaotic, full of rough housing and the servants very nervously cooking a LOT of food. They eat a lot on Christmas and play fight even more, but there’s a lot of laughter and love in the house so all is well. Even if Windforce isn’t as affectionate towards you she snickers and pushes you against her son, maybe a little too hard but he catches you and his eyes are shining as he looks at you. (Pet peeve of mine he ONLY wears his blindfold during phights to challenge himself, STOP GIVING IT HIM WHEN HE ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE WEARING IT.)

As a gift he gets you front row tickets to your favorite band, and takes you out to a REALLY nice dinner, I’m talking probably a three month wait list. He also jokes that his gift is ‘his presence’ you jokingly smack some sense into him as he chuckles. Whatever you get him if it’s something he can he displays on his desk in his office, if not he gets a really good photo of you two and put that on his desk instead. It’s really sweet and probably lit up with candles behind you under the stars.

Rocket:

Again he goes to his dad’s house for Christmas, however he doesn’t spend Christmas eve night there, you and him just head over there in the morning. Zuka isn’t a great cook, Rocket’s even worse, so you settle for some basic pancakes with maybe chocolate chips if you’re feeling fancy. Then they do gifts after breakfast, they never make a big deal about it, Zuka grew up a soldier so not much time for festivities and Rocket was a street kid, so also not much time for festivities. So they don’t do too much, just enough that it feels like a special nice day but it’s not over the top. They think of it as just a nice day to relax and spend together and with you now, Zuka approves of you since you make Rocket happy so he gets you a little something, probably just some bux honestly.

Rocket gets you a big ass plushie, I imagine he has a lot of his own so he gets you one he thinks you’ll like, of some animal you like but huge, perfectly shaped for cuddling. He’d also get you a custom candle, colored and scented to your favorites with some stupid name that’s some sort of inside joke between you two. He also gives you a handmade coupon for a kiss, it’s so cheesy and honestly embarrassing that it’s cute, he’s a dork but he’s your dork.

Slingshot:

As mentioned him and the siblings host a small get together at their apartment, you and Katana are invited, he doesn’t go so it’s just you four. He asks you to come over the day before to help, or at least offer emotional support, as he bakes a lot of stuff for the next day. Gingerbread and other holiday treats galore. He asks what your favorite cookies are, if he doesn’t already know, and bakes a batch of those as well. If you don’t have any baking skills you just sit on a part of unused counter and maybe occasionally stir something for him. If you can bake you divvy up the work 50/50 and get to it, it’s a mess of pass the flour and where’s the butter but it’s fun and sweet. You and him make sure Vinestaff and Shuriken don’t enter the kitchen to mess the pastries up or to steal batter or cooling cookies. The next day you two are beat and just enjoy sitting together on the couch eating your hard work and watching Shuriken and Vinestaff bicker as usual.

For a gift Slingshot makes you ready to bake dough in a tupperware of your favorite cookies so you can make them at home super easily whenever you want them. He also gets you some cat themed trinkets, he really likes cats, freaking cat boy. (/silly) Shuriken and Vinestaff also get you something but it’s smaller and just a peace offering since you’re dating their boss, even if they have more of a sibling relationship with him anyways.

Hyperlaser:

He doesn’t really do Christmas, it’s not that celebrated in Blackrock and his job keeps him really busy, but he still tries and makes a time for you, if not on, around Christmas to have a night together. You just enjoy a simple home cooked meal at him place, making it together as Princess walks around your feet meowing for a piece of food. Get that you sit down together on his couch, snuggle up with a blanket and watch some movie, probably some action movie most Christmas movies are far too cheesy for Hyperlaser’s tastes. After you eat you exchange presents and split a small little cheesecake he bought. It’s nothing big but it’s so distinctly him that it makes you happy anyways.

As for the aforementioned present he doesn’t do anything much, just something small but meaningful, some sort of personalized trinket of sorts. Like if you go drinking with him and Katana he gets you a small bottle of your favorite drink and maybe a small but nice cup. Again nothing big since he is rather indifferent when it comes to Christmas.

Shuriken:

Once again, the cafe trio Christmas party. This time you’re helping him cause chaos, trying to steal pastries when Slingshot isn’t looking or doing little gag pranks to Vinestaff. Can’t forget pranking each other! You arrive a little after noon once the siblings have finished with their cheesy family time, all the baked goods have been prepared already so Vinestaff is in the kitchen working on the actual dinner so it’s just you and Shuriken at first doing random stuff since Slingshot is tired and Vinestaff is busy. Though between the chaos you have some sweet moments, Shuriken can be gentle and loving when he tries to, and he tries on Christmas.

I think gift wise he’d give you an unlimited free pass to Thieves rest, Slingshot objects but it’s more for show, he knows you won’t abuse it and you make his sudo-brother happy so oh well. He also gets you a shirt that says like a cringiest cheesiest thing, like something a middle aged mom would wear or one of those fake funny ones like ‘Christian dads against cool math games’ or whatever. You laugh and bomp him on the head since it’s so stupid but sweet still.

Scythe:

The church makes something special about Christmas, it’s a big ass event that seeing as Scythe is a very high ranking person in the church she busted her ass of planning and bossing people around for it. So once Christmas finally comes around she glad to finally have more time with you since she spent so long away from you working late hours preparing for it. After she says her greetings to whoever she needs to she immediately pulls you away to the side to make out with you, specially a special spot she planned out and put a mistletoe at as an excuse, and maybe to push some underlings under it for some entertainment. She also drinks quite a bit but she’s a heavyweight so at most she gets a bit tipsy, she’s just glad to have some time to take the edge off and wind down more.

Gifting she gets you some bigger more expensive gifts, most were probably stolen or taken from her assignments. She gets you a really fancy bottle of wine, expensive jewelry, all that kind of stuff, as well as a promise to spend at least a week straight with you after New years since right after this party she has to plan the new year’s party too, oh well at least you know soon enough she’ll spend time with you and probably spoil you as an apology for how long she was busy and away from you.

Medkit:

As mentioned the church treats Christmas as a big event, which he’s not as busy as Scythe but he still has to contribute to the planning and whatever, especially if anyone gets hurt. He views it more as a chore if anything, it was never that big of a thing in Blackrock and now he has to pretend to want to be at some dumb big party. Assuming you are not also in the church he returns home rather late at night and flops down on your bed with a groan. You exchange presents in the morning and go out for a simple easy brunch together. He’s not big on celebrating it but if you want to do something he won’t complain.

He doesn’t get you anything big, probably something pertaining to a hobby you might have, it’s just a smaller thing but it’s still sweet, he thinks gifts are pointless since they can be given anytime why put so much emphasis of these ones? But he will thank you for whatever you get him.

Boombox:

As mentioned I imagine in Playground Christmas is more a friends get together holiday, so you attend Skateboard’s party he hosts. You two stick together but as the night goes on Boombox gets rowdier and louder, but you’re used to the louder and calmer sides of him. Before the party he doesn’t do anything special you just meet up in the evening and go to Skateboard’s place together, unless you want to do something but he’d prefer to do it the day after since he prefers to only do stuff half the day, or so. But he won’t fight if you want to do something together that morning.

He makes you a specialized mixtape of all your favorite songs and songs that remind him of you, and to go with it a small portable music player to listen to it, sure could it have been easier to do like a spotify playlist on your phone? Yeah, but where’s the fun in that! He also gets you your favorite candies and chocolates to go with it.

Subspace:

As I’ve said like 20 times Christmas isn’t that big of a thing in Blackrock, it’s not contributing anything so why waste time celebrating? So being the head engineer for the Blackrock government means he doesn’t really do much about Christmas. However he does invite you to his lab, something he rarely does, and shows you something he made you, after that you leave and wait for him to return home, you have some hot cocoa and go to bed.

The something he made you was a personalized small Biograft, about the size of a Chigraft, specially engineered and designed to assist you with everyday life and have a programmed personality he thought you’d like, it’s also painted to be your favorite color instead of orange, unless orange is your favorite color. He lets you name it and tells you all the intricate details of how he customized it, even if you don’t understand any of the words he’s saying.

Vinestaff:

Once again, you go to the Christmas get together at her, Shuriken and Slingshot are hosting, it’s just you four since Katana declined. When you first arrive you help her ‘give gifts’ to all her plants, which entails giving them specialized fertilizer and watching as she fawns over all of them. Then you help her in cooking dinner, it’s nothing too fancy just some traditional Thieves Den dishes and maybe one or two bonus holiday additions. She’s not amazing at cooking but she’s at least better than her brother, who’s trying to prank you two as you cook unfortunately. After dinner though you all relax and exchange gifts it’s a sweet moment the air filled with laughter as she snuggles up against you.

She gets you a starter kit to grow your favorite flowers, a special bag of soil, a cute pot, and the seeds obviously. You may have to wait until it’s the proper growing weather for the flowers but it’s still a super sweet and thoughtful gift. She also gets you a spa set, amazing creams and lotions, all in your favorite scent, not to mention a nice neck pillow specifically for a bath.

Coil:

Again, Christmas in Playground is a friend’s holiday, so you go to Skateboard’s apartment for the party he hosts that both you and Coil were invited to. You arrive some of the first and watch as Coil jokes around with Skateboard as he sets out the last of the snacks and drinks, poking fun at him in a friendly way. The party doesn’t have a ton of people but still it’s not a small thing either, so you have people to chat with whenever Coil runs off to joke around or grab snacks. You probably crash at Skateboard’s place for the night since they’re best friends and have that permission, you wake up the next morning with a headache and glitter on your face you don’t know where it came from. But it was still a fun night with your lover.

I think he’d get you, oh man Coil is tough, stuff he stole from Blackrock nobles, like maybe jewelry, items from traveling, or even a fancy ass bottle of alcohol. Or maybe a gag gift, something funny and jokey that leads you to start play fighting, I’m honestly not so sure about him my apologies.

alright and that’s a wrap! that was fun to write, i’m currently at dinner i’m not at home i’m on a cruise waiting on my steak, today we hit honduras tomorrow we hit belize! it’s been fun and i got some art i needed to get done for my best friend done, we did an art exchange for christmas on top of the pins of empires season one characters, we’re matching roseblings! i’ll hopefully have the venomshank request done and posted soon, im hoping tomorrow at the latest, have a merry christmas everyone and would you guys like me to do the same thing but for any other characters? if so send a comment with the character but if you want to be anon send it on my personal account @inkcoveredmoon !!

unfortunately i do not know much about chanukah so i will not be doing a special for it, im not christian but we celebrate the christian holidays in my household

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studioeisa · 7 months ago

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hii,

for the prompt game: seungkwan + " its not like i'm in love with you or anything"

can't wait to see what you do with it !! ♡♡♡

ⵌ non-idol!seungkwan x reader. ⵌ word count: 999 ⵌ notes: alternate universe: non-idol, childhood best friends, fake dating -ish. a, i will give you the world!!! 🫰

"You've got to be kidding me."

Alas, you've known your best friend Seungkwan long enough to know that he is, in fact, not joking. You can see the familiar set of his jaw, the spark of mischief in his eyes. It's the same expression that the brunette has sported since you were children on the playground, pulling pranks on one another.

This was yet another one of the many practical jokes he wanted to pull, except you were now an accomplice instead of the victim. "Kwan," you say. Slowly, like you're explaining something to a five year old. "I'm not going to pretend to be your girlfriend just to make your ex jealous."

"Why nooot?" he whines. He's splayed out on your bed, half his body hanging out the mattress as he attempts to give you a pitiful, puppy dog-like gaze. "It's not like I'm in love with you or anything. I just need to show her what she's missing."

"By going out with the girl you told her not to worry about?" you ask wryly.

"Exactly! You got it!"

"I was being sarcastic."

Seungkwan lets out a drawn-out groan. He curls up further into your sheets, his expression contorted into one of childish petulance. It's difficult to believe that the man in front of you is twenty-something and not, in fact, a teenager who isn't getting his way.

"You're a terrible best friend," he accuses. "The absolute worst."

You would be more offended if you haven't received the brunt of Seungkwan's tantrums throughout the years. "I am," you say empathetically. "And that's why you're still here, bothering the hell out of me."

He gives you an exaggerated sniffle in return. "It'll literally be just for a day. You don't even have to say anything― just stand there and be your usual, pretty self."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Boo."

"This isn't flattery. It's a negotiation." A beat. He looks thoughtful, which is never a good sign for a conniving Seungkwan. "Okay― how about you just hold my hand?"

From where you are across the room― your computer chair, by your desk― you raise an eyebrow. "Hold your hand," you repeat.

It's not a particularly novel idea. Seungkwan was fairly tactile― prone to hugging you from behind, tugging you to and fro. Hand-holding was usually reserved for more serious moments, though, and so it feels like a bit of a travesty to imagine it being used in his little ploy.

"Just hold my hand," he prompts, scrambling to sit up. Your renewed interest in the idea seems to have given him a burst of misplaced hope. "You don't even have to― we won't even call you my girlfriend or anything. Just hold my hand for, like, an hour."

"An hour? You're greedy!"

"Alright, thirty minutes."

"Fifteen."

"Twenty-five!"

You huff out a sigh. You've never been able to deny Seungkwan, not even on your best days. "Fine. But you owe me."

You're already thinking of what you might want to cash in as the two of you roll up to your destination for the night: The dreaded high school reunion, where everyone who's anyone is gearing up to boast about their lives. Seungkwan has been single since his tumultuous relationship with She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and you can't even blame him for his petty need to prove a point.

At the door of the speakeasy, the two of you share a look.

"Ready?" he asks, holding out his hand.

With a heatless glare, you take it. Your fingers slot into the spaces between his, the same way it has a couple dozen times before this. "Twenty-five minutes," you say.

There's a hint of a smirk on your best friend's face as he pulls open the entrance for the two of you. "Don't worry," he says. "I'm already counting down in my head."

Seungkwan holds your hand as the two of you make your way to your designated table. He waves at old friends with his free hand; sometimes with your clasped hands, as if showing it off. Every so often, he'll mumble to you under his breath. Seven minutes. Thirteen minutes.

You're so caught up in the feeling of his warm palm against yours that you completely neglect one very important thing.

The dinner has started, and Seungkwan is seated at your side― your joined hands over one of his thighs― and only then do you realize. You lean in so that your mouth is by his ear, keeping your voice low amid the thrum of conversation and the faint pop music in the background. "Kwan, she's not here."

As if on instinct, Seungkwan squeezes your hand. He hums a quiet 'hm?' back, tilting his head so you can whisper a little easier.

"Your ex," you hiss. "She's not here, you idiot."

"Huh?"

Seungkwan surreptitiously glances down the table. Sure enough, the girl that had broken his heart is nowhere in sight to witness your little stunt. "Oh," he says, his tone quiet and stunned. His gaze briefly flicks to your intertwined fingers. "I didn't even notice."

Despite yourself, your heart does a little kick-flip in your chest. You clear your throat, just enough to say, "Right. Well."

"Right. I guess―" Seungkwan starts, and he makes the most half-hearted effort to disentangle from you. It's laughable.

It gives you the courage to suddenly say, "You know how you owe me?"

He pauses in the middle of pulling away. "You're cashing in already?" he inquires, that smirk from earlier making a reappearance.

"Yeah." You shift slightly, just to make sure your fingers are still snugly fit between his. With a boldness that you could applaud yourself for, you say, "I want you to hold my hand for the rest of the night, Kwan."

The smirk morphs into a smile. His fingers hold yours just a little bit tighter, because Seungkwan was never one to deny you, either. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, and he makes good on that promise.

୨ৎ * GAME, SET, PLAY ! ( JEALOUSY ) DRABBLE GAME.

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haikyu-mp4 · 1 year ago

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Media presence, part 3

word count; 1526 – gn!reader, final part of the mini series

go read part 1 and part 2 first for the best experience

You were tapping your foot under the desk like a bunny, lips pursed as you tried to choose who to talk to first. Your eyes settled on Hinata. “Sweetie,” you started, and he nodded eagerly as if he awaited praise. “You don’t have to do everything Atsumu and Bokuto do.”

Hinata visibly deflated, but puffed out his chest to put on a brave front. “Yes, boss,” he said, and it brought forth a small smile because you did like it when they called you that.

“Imagine how much you could have earned if Calvin Klein was the one asking you to do it. Now it’s just out there for everyone.” you kept saying, visibly frustrated. Once again, Sakusa was thankful that you couldn��t see the smile behind his mask as he watched you from the side.

You turned your attention to Bokuto and Atsumu, who were so perfectly placed in the middle of the four, both wearing very guilty smiles.

“It’s not about posting thirst traps, obviously hot guys draw attention,” you said and just missed the way Sakusa’s nose scrunched. You gritted your teeth, breathing through them as you stared at the angry message from one of your bosses that was open on your computer screen. “It’s the fact that Black Jackals has taken in four younger players and three of them are doing a flexing competition on social media like they’re 17 years old,” you said, definitely rambling at this point.

Did I forget to explain what happened? If it’s not obvious already, all three of your problem children posted shirtless thirst traps on their stories last weekend and hashtagged it with HottestMSBYJackal, and then Atsumu posted another one with a poll on it so people could vote between the three. While they gained a lot of younger followers from the stunt, your bosses were not happy as older fans of the team found them to be way too vain and busy with their bodies, and not focused enough on the sport or whatever. What you felt about it was irrelevant. Caring about what everyone else thought about them was your job.

Bokuto pouted and nodded, not understanding what he did wrong but still not liking your tone. “Sorry, boss.”

“I’m letting you off with a warning, just please think twice before posting stuff. Be normal,” you begged them, shooing your hand as a hint for them to wrap up the meeting.

Atsumu must have put some extra audacity in his smoothie this morning because he seemed to let the whole thing fall off his shoulders when you said they just got a warning. “I need to ask you something first, it’s important.”

“Let’s just go,” Sakusa said. He was trying to herd them outside without touching them, which always proved equally difficult. Perhaps he had an inkling about his teammate’s question.

“Which one would you vote for?” Atsumu asked, a toothy grin growing on his face that usually did great for advertisement. You sighed. They probably expected you not to answer.

“Sakusa,” you said, which made all three start yelling for different reasons. He was your favourite today after not participating, knowing that if he tried to stop them it wouldn’t have worked anyway. You covered your ears, regretting answering immediately.

“Quiet down, this isn’t a playground! Let’s go.” Sakusa commanded, this time with a sternness that made the others kick into gear.

“Keep your shirts on, thank you.” They were all on their way out, Bokuto and Atsumu hanging with their heads like wounded puppies who startled once you spoke again. “Not you, Sakusa.”

“Not keep my shirt on, or?” he asked, that Atsumu-coded smirk ringing from his voice.

“Don’t test me, sit back down,” you said, and he shrugged before following your orders. The other jackals had turned around and were looking between you two curiously until Sakusa closed the door in their faces. He sat down and excused them for being so loud, which you brushed off.

The bosses had instructed you to scold all of them, even though you insisted Sakusa was not part of it. Those old men only saw how everyone referred to the MSBY four online.

Honestly, you had no idea why you asked him to stay, so you had to pull something out of your ass real quick. Your mind was racing with all the things you had to do because even though this wasn’t the biggest scandal, it still came on top of everything you usually did. So instead of lying, you rested your head in your hands for a second. “I’m not sure why I asked you to come back inside.” It wasn’t some grand confession, but just that made it feel like a tiny butterfly was fluttering its wings in Sakusa’s belly. He was so pleased that he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing instead to scoot his chair closer to the desk and wait for you to unbury your face again. You eventually did, resting your chin on your hand instead. “Did you think about my suggestion yet?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, nodding your head as he once again gave you one-word answers. Feeling like there was too little air in the room now, you went to open the window. That might soothe your headache. “Once again, the quality of your answers rock my world,” you said sarcastically.

Sakusa hesitated for a moment before speaking up again. “You do a great job,” he said just as you sat back down. For what felt like the first time that day, you really let your eyes settle on him. His hair was a little extra nice that day, in your opinion. You liked it when it was more messy, not picture perfect. Behind the hair, you could still see how his eyebrows were drawn together. More than usual, you’d say.

If you were honest, you would have told him you didn’t always feel like you did great. That you felt like it was so difficult to understand who you were supposed to cater to when everyone had a different opinion and kept expecting you to bounce back every time you met a new challenge. Because you were so good at your job, that came with expectations.

However, your relationship with Sakusa wasn’t like that, so instead your eyes teared up a bit and you whispered a weak “Thank you”.

He nodded but desperately wished you were close enough that he could ask you to tell him everything. To rest your head on his shoulder and hug you until the pain went away. But he knew he had to go back to practice any minute now, and you two would stay an unspoken thing.

You might have only started looking at him now, but he had practically been staring at you since the second he and his teammates came into that office. “I’m sure those idiots will charm everyone with time,” he said, an added assurance he didn’t usually give anyone else. “I’ve seen Bokuto practising his Bokuto Beam, lately.”

“You’re right,” you said. The Bokuto reference did make you laugh and quickly wipe at one eye where a tear threatened to fall from the pressure. It had been a long day. “I’m just glad you didn’t join them, imagine you finally started posting and I had to yell at you.” Sure, you would love a shirtless photo of Sakusa, but your job came first.

“Mm.” He cringed at the thought, hands stuffed in the pockets of his training jacket. After a beat of silence, Sakusa’s frown slowly loosened up. He was glad he could make you laugh a bit, that wasn’t usually his strong suit. “Anything else?”

“No, you can go,” you sighed. “They need you.” He nodded and silently got up, wondering if he should say something more. But he didn’t, he just left. It left you staring at the door, sighing deeply as you realised your predicament. You felt something special for Sakusa Kiyoomi.

As Sakusa got home and settled into his sofa after he was freshly showered, he unlocked his phone and opened messages. He wrote a message, deleted it, and then repeated this a few more times before switching to Instagram. There, he opened the story camera and angled it to show a small part of his pristine living room where the last lick of the sun was shining across the floor. Imagine you finally started posting, were the words that rang in his ears.

The picture he took was nice enough, and he added “Good evening.” in white before spending a while choosing the font he liked. He even added a calm song he heard the other day and grew to like.

After it was posted, the likes flooded in, but he turned on silent mode and switched back to messages. He wondered if seeing the story would make you do another victory dance. Once again, he opened your contact and wrote, deciding to finally send it.

What are you doing for lunch tomorrow?

You: Probably eat

Sakusa rolled his eyes yet smiled affectionately. Eat with me.

You: Okay:)

You: I look forward to it

No more 'unspoken thing'.

part 1 ║ part 2 ║ part 3 (final part) ║ headcanons ║ masterlist

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heathensimmer · 4 months ago

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Tired of Sims 2 Part-Time Job Hours? TRY THIS

3-6, 3-6, 3-6 WHYYY ... I mean, I know why, it's because part-time jobs were allowed for teens, and they were in school before 1.

But it's still annoying when I just wanted my Sim to have a part-time job when her son is in school.

So here is an edit of the Education career that came with Sims 2 Seasons. It allows Sims a part-time job that is in the mornings! I can release more if people need me to, or other career-related requests. I would love to write a custom career ... I have an idea for "WooHoo Worker" but not gross ... like actually Sim-y and grounded in their world and fun!

The only things I edited in this career was the build-up of Vacation Days - which was strangely the same as a full-time career (I'm going to have to check if this is vanilla coding for other careers) - the hours and the skill needed to progress to level 2, Teacher's Aide, requiring 1 point of Cleaning instead of nothing. And I think I tweaked the weekly schedule as well.

It's the same Teen-Elder Part-Time Career as in vanilla Sims 2. The chance cards were actually written right this time! Imagine that (EA pleaseee I love you so much)

When choosing this custom career using the newspaper, computer, shift clicking the newspaper with boolprop testingcheatsenabled true, or any other way of selecting a career, the career is simply named "Education (Mornings)"

This career has a new GUID and shouldn't overwrite any other careers. The reason I did this is because I still wanted players, and myself, to be able to have teens work at a job afterschool as well!

I can upload another mod with a career that OVERWRITES the Education part-time career if you don't want a lot of careers clogging your selection, if requested.

Requirements: At least Sims 2 Seasons

Conflicts: Careers with the same GUID as mine which is 0xD243BFD1

Job Description:

Playground monitor 10 am - 1 pm

Teacher's Aide - 8 am- 11 am

Substitute Teacher 8 am - 12 pm

Have fun!

Below is a link to a folder on my SimFileShare. It contains my two Uni career edits, Natural Science and Oceanography, as well as my Part-Time Education (Mornings) Career.

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doberbutts · 2 years ago

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@corvus--caurinus

Yup! Per my neurologist, before the mid/late 00s the medical community was sort of, uh, unconcerned about so-called "minor" concussions, because the symptoms didn't seem to last longer than a few seconds and thus it was treated as a non-issue. Most parents didn't take their kids to the doctor for them and the few who did were told to let the kid rest for a day and then get back to life as normal.

Then a breakthrough study happened and revealed there is no such thing as a "mild" concussion. All concussions are concussions and all concussions are brain injuries. And all concussions run an exponentially higher risk of increasingly dangerous and life-affecting symptoms as you knock your brain around more and more. And with each subsequent concussion, you run the serious risk of these symptoms becoming permenant brain damage. Turns out, your brain does not actually like to be jumbled around in there, who knew.

The white flash is usually caused by one of two things: a jarring motion in your retinas (not a concussion) or the impact of your brain banging against the fluids and other matter inside of your skull (that's a concussion). Same if you "see stars"- the "stars" are the damaged nerves that just banged into something firing off electrical impulses trying to figure out how to cope with what just happened. And of course if you hit your head or are shaken to the point of losing consciousness, that's your brain's equivilant of the computer that, when smacked, turns itself off. All of these are concussions, and while it may seem like knocking yourself out should result in a worse concussion than just seeing stars, brains don't always follow that rule. All of these concussions will eventually stack on top of each other and will cause a major TBI once you hit your head a little too hard or perhaps even just one too many times.

So when he said "okay so you were never *treated* for a concussion but have you ever had this happen after hitting your head?" well... yes, actually. I was hit in the head by a thrown baseball bat (accidentally) in gym class and promptly took a nap. I was awake and otherwise fine in a few minutes so besides being sent home that day and having a large bruise/egg nothing really happened. I was doing flips on the gymnastic bars and lost my grip and whacked my head against the ground and, you guessed it, was unconscious. By the time my friends got the recess teacher over I was already awake and just a little dazed- again they sent me home but that's it. I fell through one of those dome monkey bars at a playground with my mom and hit the ground head/neck first. This was before the age of cell phones so Mom told me she was trying to figure out what to do about her very unresponsive child in the middle of the park (it's dangerous to move someone who may have broken their back/neck but she also can't just leave me laying on the ground to knock on someone's door to call 911) when I woke up and outside of a stiff neck seemed "quiet but fine".

In fairness according to my neuro there's not really much a doctor *could* have done medically as I bounced back without any problems except maybe have me take it easy for a couple weeks (I'd've died of boredom with no stimulation) but it still should have been noted that each of those were concussions. Then the amount of times that I've been dazed or saw lights... too many to count. I work with high energy dogs in an impact sport, they headbutt me or punch me or knock me to the ground all the time. I was an active kid and an athlete prior to my heart acting up, so sport-related injuries just sort of come with the package and that includes knocks on the head.

But sitting in his office and hearing him say that, and then recovering from the TBI and examining what it's done to my life... it made me realize how much people take for granted. It just takes one too many knocks on the head. He said the major thing he regrets as an older neurologist is that for a very long time, most of his practicing career and certainly a significant portion of my own life, no one really cared about concussions. But the line between concussion and TBI is very blurred, because in truth a concussion *is* a brain injury, and at some point you will concuss yourself much much worse than you were expecting due to the buildup of damage from not taking hitting your head seriously.

The best way to think of it is breaking your ankle. A broken ankle is a broken ankle, there's no such thing as a "mild" broken ankle. But there are grades of severity- a hairline fracture on a single bone is a broken ankle, but recovery time and process are relatively straightforward in most cases. Completely shattering multiple bones on the other hand significantly lengthens recovery time and the process is significantly more involved with a risk of further complications. If you keep doing whatever it is that gave you a hairline fracture, one day you won't be so lucky, and you will completely shatter the whole joint assembley.

That's how concussions are. Those cute little knocks that cause a white flash and nothing else? That's a warning to stop doing that and be more careful. You get to hobble around in a boot for a while to think about your choices leading up to this point. Knocking yourself out? Well you've snapped a bone. You get a cast and some crutches. Full blown TBI? Congrats, the whole ankle is fucked and you need major surgery now.

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