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nathanialhowe · 8 months ago

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Dragon Age OC Lineup

Richter (Ricky) Cousland. -> Human. Sword & Board Warrior. He / Him. Bisexy. -> Lawful Good/Stupid to Neutral Good pipeline (still stupid) -> Romance: Morrigan but there was a lil something homosexual happening with Alistair for a bit if i'm not mistaken. In the end pragmatic and probably evil coochie won out sorry brother. -> Meat? There's heft. Really big. but hes like shy about it hes like omg? am i packing 12 inches of uncut beef? whaaat. ermmm. do u still like me? 😳

Ricky is ignorant, naive, a little classist, dumb, self-sacrificing, trusting, loyal, brave, spineless in his beliefs cus he thinks he's stupid, and will trust people in positions of power more often than he should. He likes it when people tell him what to believe cus then he doesn't have to do any hard thinking. This changes a lil bit in that he loses faith in a lot of the institutions around Ferelden and the greater world but he still doesn't like to do any big deep thinking about stuff <3 He's also a deadbeat dad and Idt he knows how to parent Kieran very well lmao. he used 2 be rlly uptight abt his appearance/cleanliness until oggie called him a stupid rich pussy and now hes like eh whatever abt being waist deep in hurlock cunt or whateever

Batman Hawke. -> Human. Mage. Iforget what kinds there r in da2. She/Her. -> Chaotic Neutral to Chaotic Good probably probably but shes reluctant to do "good" shit cus she doesnt really want to deal w ppl being like omg youre ms nice woman cus she's a bit of a self-hating poor who will not examine her freshly minted privilege ): I wouldn't say she's easy to manipulate thru appeal to pathos but if you're annoying enough with your sob story she will probably Consider. -> Romance: all of them like i literall had anders t posing in the back of the hawke estate while isabela and hawke rawdogged in the next room over lmaoaaa....Like canonly id say its like BatmanxFenris and Fenris and Batman are also with Isabela and Isabela is ALSO with Merrill. anders is there. idt batman actually recruited anders i think he got all intense on her and she was like damn lets ball ok but then he got too extreme and she was like dude im literally; strugling to care abt mage rights rn can you put a lid on it and then he was just following her around to mansplain why shes wrong. fair. she learned like nine new slurs from him. -> Meat? Biggest. like so big shes like which staff do u need tonight babygirl 😂😎 heyoooo and then gets left at the hanged man

Batman likes money and having stuff. <3 She likes beaing rich but she's really tacky about it. shes grubby and gross and is like im bringing wolfcuts BACK adn its like a shitty mullet <3 she goes into situations like ok explain why this involves me? and leaves while u r talking about ur missing wife or whatever. real "i dont want to talk abt politics at the table" type of shit shes on. i havent thought too hard about batman hawke but shes like passively suicidal but very cool about it and is 6ft and buff and has huge boobs and huge meat. she wants to be mr steals your girl but goes in for the high five at the worst possible time and doesnt realize shes actually the biggest failgirl of all time. i cant stress this enough she is NOT cool. "fake it till u make it" shes saying as shes applying 50lbs of eyeliner in the morning and shes crying but doesnt think u can see and she lies abt why her eyes r all red and says shes just smoking pot again. she should just be working at a waffle house but shes here.

Kronk of House Trevelyan. -> Another Human. Big Surprise. Rift Mage. -> Lawful Neutral to Lawful Evil pipeline but probably he was always a schemer and a social climber. -> Romance: Josephine and Dorian do not make me choose between them but if I'm being honest I don't know who'd want him. probably he fronts as way more kind and charming than he actually is and i DO think when kronk is loyal to someone he is ferociously so. but it takes a lot like that dude had half the inquisition hate his pussy so bad lmao. -> Meat? Yeah He's Got It but also if Kronk could cease to be a person and become, like, god? he'd do it. then meat wouldnt matter. (hes on some crazy copium) Actually he's thick as hell and chunky and all and is built like a brick wall but im going to be brave and say he's probably not packing a crazy amount like ricky and batman and if they ever found out theyd tease him abt it cus hes such an asshole lol

Kronk does bestieship with Vivienne and would destroy people's lives to see his allies in positions of power. he'd declare himself divine if it was possible. he's a self-hating mage and loves the circle. he doesn't necessarily have Faith in the circle OR in institutions but he wants to make it so they benefit Him and doesnt gaf about if theyre hurting other ppl who aren't in his #crew. (his crew is very small cus most ppl cannot stand this dude btw). he threatens to make ppl tranquil for the fuck of it and follows thru most of the time. he'll lie and cheat to make his way to the top but he wont get his own hands dirty <3 he loves knowledge and learning and power <3 he doesn't actually care abt money but he cares about status cus it will create avenues for him to pursue evil magic or whatever the fuck this dude wants. type of guy whos like yeah world domination sounds fun i could do that then he's in control and hes like FUckckkkkkkkkkkk im so bored. ok public execution time! or something. mostly he's a nihilist and doesnt have faith in his fellow man. he wants all the secrets of magic revealed to him <3 he doesnt like templars but hes like fine whatever we can deal if they wanna keep all other mages (NOT ME) under their thumb. "circles are great but u wont catch ME going back to mine!" type of guy. i resent that inquisition suggested the inquisitor was a huge Hawke fan cus kronk would fucking hate her new money ass. like shes just so stupid about things. ricky hates this dude btw their first meeting would come to blows and i think he was like morrigan can u just blow this dude Uppppppppp and she was like erm no. we cannot blow up the inquisitor and ricky was like farkkkkk ok. i just dropped kieran on his head again btw honey what do i do ):

Mingus R. Shepard.

Mingus.

#erm mostly so i can just look at my characters stupid fucking names and chuckle at how much i care abt them #personal #kronk is outright my fave dude cus i want to understand whatever s going on in that head #im gearing up for da:v not sure if another warden and just doing a ricky pt but also if he cant be in sad old man hours whats the fucking p #POINT

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jdsmineralwater · 2 years ago

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Im about to completely over analyse something Ocean said before her number, scroll now or forever hold your peace

So, Ocean tries to get out of performing her number by saying shes going to 'tradesies' with Constance. Essentially giving away the number one spot for any unknown position.

Im a musical theatre girl, Ive done singing competitions a plenty in my time. My main one being a solo action song content. Ive done this contest five times (going on six) and basically, it runs like this: you perform alone, in costume, to a theatre song. After every seven performers, theres an interval for food and drinks and toilet breaks, in which the seven performers who just performed return to the crowd and the next seven go backstage. Every performer has an assigned number. With all my years of experience, I know this: you want to be eighth or later. Not in the first set, not opening after the interval. Perfect. Ocean was a choir girl, and even if she only did it during high school, thats four years worth of kiwanis competitions. She knew what she was doing, and when it comes down to singing, you dont want to go first. Anything is better than first.

So Ocean says Constance should go first, because 'if you tie the room together' shes the clear choice.

But shes not.

Lets reference the actual order of 'play' the choir performed in. Ocean then Noel then Mischa then Ricky then Jane then Constance.

Karnak planned it perfectly. Having Ocean go first not only wound her up but also prompted Noel to butt in and push himself to go second. Everyone needed to be memorable, Noel going second was the obvious choice because regardless of how many people performed after him, Noels Lament is hard to forget. Mischa went after Noel, granted not immediately like Ricky and Jane, to stop the fighting between Noel and Ocean. He got bored. Going third to prevent the fighting was in character for him. Karnak knew that. Ricky went next and then Jane, then finally, Constance.

She sang after her character arc of standing up to Ocean. She sang after Jane. Jane singing seems like it should have been the end, its the clear ending, right? The mysterious final contestant, belts her way to victory in the showstopping final act. But Constance was the secretive one. She was the mystery, the one everyone thought they knew but didnt. Constance's number, Sugar Cloud, was tying everything together, everyone involved, having fun, being kids, everything the final act of Ride the Cyclone needed. She tied the room together. Everything about her did that. She came full circle, even with her favourite ride being the cyclone. When you analysed it and really tied the room together? Constance was the right fit to go last.

Sorry Ocean.

#came up with this during irish lol #i was bored #if you couldn't tell i am irish btw #but anyways #rant over #that was my essay of the week #enjoy it #ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #rtc #ocean o'connell rosenberg

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youranxiousnerd · 4 years ago

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Spring Break Thoughts

bc i want to get stuck in an airport and break into first class

spoilers below

EJ DOING THE INTRO

the most...profound intro?

“maybe it’s really about other people” looks at gina

i have jumped on the portwell train

when i first saw they were doing zoom backgrounds i was not on board, but they’ve grown on me carlos’ sucks

miss jenn and the zoom backgrounds

NI NI HEL LO

nini didn’t you get cut?

you know miss jenn they could get together out side of school (at least the kids who are here)

olivia is so pretty

aww carlos called miss jenn his madrina

HA I KNEW IT OF COURSE CARLOS INVITED SEB

seblos tension, ill get to that later

they’re so passive aggressive guys i love it

ASH AND EJ

CASWELL COUSINS YESSS

“You guys are watching like, old, old movies”

“This is why we’re soulmates” the redyln goal has been reached bye

this...this is the only line they get?

miss jenn has obviously not gotten the memo

three weeks and you havent blocked act two

“not it”

of course sebby is the last one to leave

“bye” awww miss jenn

GINA THAT LITTLE GIG YESSSS

just one complement after another ej

AHHHH EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YESSSSS

he looks so good ej should do it more often

ej fell hard guys

jack in the background doing tik toks i cant

gina and signs

RICKY IN A BLANKET

ugh its lynne

i dont care enough to spell her name right

“just being a burrito here”

bitter ricky, i feel ya

“I’m sorry to hear that’s it over” *smiles*

nini you should have just posted a video

ope empty notebook

awww ej’s insta

gina and jack

thats it

“she changed her name” nina is literally her real name

the leg pull away

ricky and bedding is my new favorite ship besides therapy

“Your boy Jack”

when i first saw the promo for this nini scene i was worried it was gonna be another solo (shes had like 16)

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE A RAINBOW HEART

my gay heart is bursting

nina really said “rainbows are awesome” this episode

and the necklace is off

guys i love improv scenes

it was so goood

soooo howie and kourt just get no closure after that killer song last week? no nothing?

BAHAHAHA KOURTNEY BREAKING UP

i love kourtney

sofia is so pretty

okay i dont ship jack and gina but they’re fun together, little chaos demons

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT AHHHH

“my friends, like, my castmates, they think it sucks what you did on opening night”

good talk, long overdo. nothing is solved by any means but little steps

the therapy line omfg

“HI, CUPCAKE”

“I’ll meet you in the pool” there is an ocean right behind you

“Don’t ask me”

“Ashlyn, Big Red, Miss. Jenn, Carlos”

the way seb’s face just DROPS when he mentions carlos

“Are you guys fighting” big red looked so happy omfg

“That would imply that we’re speaking”

“Who has time to talk when you’re busy posting selfies with random guys in a cabana”

guys i had to pause for five minutes because i was dying

jealous seb... where did you come from?

ALRIGHT IT IS TIME TO TALK ABOUT SEBLOS!!!!

first off, it seems the writers love to make major seblos things happen off screen. examples include there pinning and officially getting together

where... where did all this tension come from? it has been light the past two episodes then bam, everything they say to each other is bitter. since when is seb jealous? the writers have so many other conflicts to talk about and they choose jealous seb? off all thing?!?! im honestly kind of disappointed because there are so many other things to talk about from previous episodes and instead they choose this?!?!?! hopefully this isn’t the only thing that is addressed next week, it cant be. they better talk about the constant “no seb” because its an issue.

moral of the story is i hope the fight next episode isn’t about seb being jealous bc there is so much more to talk about

i am loving passive aggressive seb like i hope that doesn’t go away when their conflict is resolved bc it’s awesome

HERE are my thoughts on the zoom call

okay seb’s line about doing public makes sense with the full episode

everyone on the call is just like “wtf happened to my otp”

EJJJJ

EJJJJ I LOVE YOU

THE BEST EJ SCENE

“Hi Nini!” ejjjj

you have to watch the scene twice, one to watch nini and ashlyn and another for ej

EJ AND THE PUPPET THATS IT IM DONE

sassy gina i love her

guys i just love everybody

ASHLYN AND NINI I MISSED THIS DUO GAHHHHHH THEY’RE ADORABLE

ej is a child i love it

ricky i feel you with the songwriting

look at big red being best friend of the year now give him a plot line

i am under the impression jack recorded gina

SHIT THE CANDLE TO LAMP TRANSITION YESSSSS

i love transitions and that was it

matt is ripped

julia lester showed up this season. queen shit

she is perfect

YES BIG RED AND KOURTNEY DANCING I WANT MOREEEE

i am so confused with seb’s gloves

that has been bugging me for two days

carlos has more style then a hawaiian shirt and khakis

im in heaven the harmonies are soooo good

they are amazing they sound so good

you can hear all there voices

julia popped off

aint seen nothin is really good, i wasn’t sure about it at first but its grown. they sound so damn good the talent they hold. not the best song but its fun

the video actually looks better than i thought it would

“Wow” me too richard

jack is fun, i’d be okay if he comes back. he is a little chaos demon.

i like how the writers didn’t make them romantic (for once), hopefully gina got his number bc i would

i want to be stuck at an airport with jack

“let you go” is genius. so far the best original song this season. josh has been killing it lately. this is the ballad ricky deserves. lyrical genius. he sounds sooo good.

the one time i agree with lynne

EJ YOU CAMEEEEEE

OMFG THEY’RE ADORABLE

PORTWELLLLLLL BABY WHOOOP

HE IS GONNA TREAT YOU SO GOOD GINA

HE BROUGHT YOU FOOD AND TOOK YOUR BAG

GAHHHHHH

nOoOoOoOo thats it?!?! i cannot wait a week i refuse

i normally don’t talk about promos but episode 10 (im a sucker for sleepover episodes) is my most anticipated episode so we gonna do it.

for starters ricky has a guitar, so he might sing?

AWW THE SETS THEY ARE SO PRETTY

ooo lily is back?

blueprint?

ashlyn and ricky where have you been?!?!

seb and the girls yesss

since in a heartbeat is next episode seb probably leaves? i hope it is a private moment

oh please talk about your other issues pleaseee

“why did i never hear about this?” nina no, it was an accident alright?

gina and nini haven’t interacted this season and the first thing they do is fight.

lets hope there “beef” doesn’t take the a slot

maybe another seblos kiss?

did you know i love seblos

i have stocked up my tears for next week

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years ago

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oblivion chris motionless x reader

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okay im gonna be real, this is probably one of my favorite stories to date and i had way too much fun writing it. i hope you guys like it too!

Prompts: "Are we on a date right now?" "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

Song: what am I gonna do today by the regrettes

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @cynic-spirit @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @joeynihil @thisplace-ishaunted @xyours-eternallyx @lifeisabitchandsoareyou +++++++++

i sat around and looked at the guys all playing on their phones, ignoring each other. i sighed, looking to chris beside me. my eyes flashed to his phone, slumphing into the bus couch when i noticed he was just playing some stupid game. i knew we had a chill travel day and we were almost to our destination but damnit i wanted to do something. ya know, before we got to the air bnb for the weekend. then it hit me.

"hey! you guys wanna go see a movie after we settle in?"

i asked, a few of them looking at me over their phones. there was a long silence as i looked between them all.

"so... is that a no?"

i asked and they all shrugged, looking around at each other. i sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back into the couch.

"whatever."

i grumbled.

"ill go to the movies with you."

chris whispered and a smile immediately grew across my face.

"really?"

i said happily and he nodded, smiling back at me.

"yeah, you pick though, i dont even know whats out right now."

he said and i moved quickly to look up show times.

"you got it chief."

he squeezed my thigh lightly before getting up and walking to the bunk area. i caught ricky looking at me with a smirk but i just shook it off.

°°°°°°°°°

when we got to the theater chris was quick to buy the tickets before i could even reach for my wallet. i frowned, silently scolding him as he handed me mine with a 'gotcha' look. i shook my head at him as he took my hand in his and dragged us to the ticket tacker.

"theater thirteen on your left."

she said with a smile and i nodded, thanking her. chris held my hand tightly as we walked further in.

"oooo, wanna go play games? we got a little time before it starts."

he suggested and i shrugged.

"sounds good to me."

he nodded once, leading me into the game room. everything was lit up in neon and the fun designs on the carpet popped under the black lights. it made me laugh a little bit as we walked around.

"damn, they really have a lot in here."

i noted, looking to the wall with the racing games.

"i couldnt tell you the last time i was at a movie theater with this much shit."

he said with a laugh.

"ditto."

i said, continuing to look around.

"oh! wanna shoot some hoops?"

he asked and i laughed. he sent me a look before pulling me to the basketball game.

"come on chris, you know how bad i am at sports."

i said and he shrugged.

"and who isnt. now stop pouting and take the ball."

he demanded, popping four quarters into the machine and it surrendering the four basketballs to us.

"fine."

i gave up, grabbing one and aiming it at the basket. miss. i sighed, reaching for another as he made two shots in a row. i sent him a playful scowl as i missed again.

"here, try this."

he said, standing behind me, taking my arms in his and aiming towards the basket. when it made it in i cheered, looking to him and feeling a blush creeping its way up my body.

"see! there ya go!"

he said excitedly, letting me go awkwardly and stepping back into his own place. i cleared my throat and picked up the last ball.

"thanks chris."

i said, offering the ball to him.

"here, you should take the last shot."

i said and he shook his head.

"thats okay, you take it."

he said and i sent him a look.'

"no really, you are much better and i wouldnt wanna waste the shot."

i said and he laughed.

"here, how about we both take it."

he said, stepping behind me again and guiding me to shoot it like he had before. when it went in the hoop the game made a ringing sound. he didnt let me go right away though and i looked up at him to see him looking at the score scrolling across the top of the game. when he did finally look down at me he sent me a smile and i couldnt help melting a little bit.

"you did great."

he said softly and i nodded, leaning back into his chest and he sighed in content. thats when it really clicked. this wasnt what i thought it was and suddenly rickys look made sense.

"chris can i ask you something?"

i asked and he let me go, scratching the back of his neck lightly.

"yeah, whats up?"

he said a little nervously and i let out a shaky laugh.

"Are we on a date right now?"

i asked and his face fell, his eyes darting around like he didnt know what to do.

"do you want us to be on a date right now?"

he stumbled through his words and i took his hand in mine.

"come on, lets go play a game i actually know i can win at."

i said, tugging at his arm and guiding him to the skeeball ramps.

"you didnt answer my question."

he said lightly as i popped two quarters in each of our machines. i sent him a playful look as the balls released into the shoot. i picked one up and held it between us.

"if one of us gets a hundred ill let you know if this is a date or not."

i said and a hint of mischief flashed behind his eyes. he picked up his own ball.

"youre on."

he challenged and i started on the game, aiming and sending the ball swiftly up the slope. it dropped into the fifty at the top of the ring.

"close."

he said and i laughed, sending him a look as he tossed his own ball, it falling into the ten at the bottom of the ring.

"awe, so close."

i mocked, patting him on the back. he sent me a testing look before we both grabbed another ball.

"Are you flirting with me?"

he said half annoyed as his next ball went into the forty and i snorted, sending my own ball and it landing in the fifty again.

"You finally noticed?"

i torted back, sending him an evil grin.

"so this is a date?"

he said and i laughed.

"you get one hundred yet?"

i asked and he mumbled something under his breath, sending the ball full force up the ramp. i looked over just as it hit into the hundred hole and my mouth dropped.

"yes."

he said, turning to me. i closed my mouth and looked up at him but before i knew what was happening he was coming at me with both hands, holding me in place and smooshing our lips together. i dropped the ball in my hand, hearing it thud onto the floor as i moved my hands to his sides. i kissed him back with as much intensity, sighing against him as his hand moved into my hair, the other sliding down and resting at the base of my neck, just against my collar bone. when he pulled away i gasped, my eyes fluttering open and seeing him staring down at me with a drunk kind of look across his face.

"yeah,"

i started, swaying forward a bit as the daze left me.

"id say this is a date."

i confirmed and he smirked at me.

"great, cause ive been waiting."

he said deeply, leaning down and kissing me again.

#wattpad #x reader #chris motionless #miw #imagines #one shots #298

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maryniss · 4 years ago

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Without

Pairing: Terushima X Reader

Song: Line Without a Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Crying (i dont know what to say here, sorry:(

Hii! This is for the lovely @that-one-poc-queer that asked me if I could write a fic for TerushimaxReader on this song. I listened to it and I’ve got no idea at first, cause the lyrics just send me some mixed messages that drive me crazy. And then an idea popped and nothing came on later. I decided I would write it, even if it is not what really good. I guess this is my first fic of this type and I dont think it turned out really good. But, here you go and happy reading! :)

Terushima practically collapsed onto the yellow sofa. He squeezed his eyes shut and stretched his limbs. Exams were horrible. University was horrible. Actually, what was he talking about? Society was horrible.

But, remembering that today you’ve got a short program at work and that you would be home in...He checked his phone. It was 17:45, so in less than half an hour he could spend a whole evening with his favorite person in the whole world. Terushima smiled. Maybe you could do something fun together or just cuddle and watch something. He didn’t care, as long as you were having a great time.

The boy slowly relaxed, staring at the blank ceiling. He wanted to do something special for you, to surprise you in a way or another. Should he cook something? No, he shook his head. The last time didn’t turn out well. Maybe he should just buy you something. He just needed to get up...Terushima fell asleep before he knew it.

It was dark when he woke up. The first thing he did was to check the time. 19:00. Did he not remember correctly? No, today you had a short program, he was sure.

“Y/n?” called he. Maybe you were already back, but you didn’t want to woke him up. Terushima got up fast and checked the kitchen. You weren’t there. His heart started pounding at an alarming quick pace. Neither in the bathroom. He opened the bedroom’s door and sighted, suddenly feeling very light. In the back of his mind, a thought occurred that something might have happened to you. Terushima chuckled.

“Hi, Y/n.” You were sitting on the bed, the blanket covering your body entirely. Terushima slowly sat down and snuggled next to you.

“How was your day?” You could feel him moving closer to you, and, as much as you liked when you two cuddled, you didn’t want him to see you right now. Because he would ask what happened. And you, you just couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. And then he would blame himself, when, in reality, it was those stupid jerks that...that...your body shook at the thought g what had happened, without you having any control of it.

“Y/n?” Terushima inched closer. “Is something wrong?” You squeaked when you felt his hand closing around your body, pulling you closer to him, into a warm hug. The boy still couldn’t see your face, the blanket covering it. But, he would totally realize it at one point or another. You slowly got up on your elbows, removing the blanket from you, still not facing your boyfriend. The room was dark, and you could hardly see a thing.

Suddenly, Terushima came to you, stranded your hips between his legs, his breath tickling your ear lobe.

“Are you sleepy?” You could hear your boyfriend’s smile.

“Mhm...yeah.” You finally managed to say something, congratulating yourself for not letting your voice crack. Just remember, he didn’t need to know abut it. It would just make him angry, and for what?

His hand moved to cup your cheek and your stomach twisted.

“Have you been crying?” You swore internally. Your body felt dead and hard to control.

“Y/n, look at me.” Tersuhima gently turned your face to him, his eyes gazing into yours. “What happened?” When you didn’t say anything, he adjusted your positions, so now your legs were around his hips. You looked at the floor, hair falling and blocking your expression. He tucked it behind your ear.

“Won’t you tell me? Please?” His voice made your hear sink. It was full of worry, almost trembling.

“It was them.”

“Who, Y/n? What happened?” You didn’t dare to look him in the eye.

“They ambushed me. I think there were four of them.” You were whispering, and even for you was hard to hear.

Tersuhima suddenly pulled you to his chest, a surprised sound leaving his chest. He understood. Something bad happened to you and he wasn’t even there. Was he such a bad person?

“Who were they?” You didn’t answer, not knowing what to say.

“They were those guys from the match, weren’t they? Those jerks.” Through Terushima’s mind started running images from this weekend, at the volleyball match. Even after he graduated high-school, he decided to continue playing it. You were there, too. At the match from Saturday, which their team won. The guys from the other one were some quality jerks. They slapped your ass with no shame, called you some weird pet names, even asked you for your number. And all that while Tersuhima was holding your hand. If it wasn’t you who told you that it wasn’t worth it, you would definitely punched them a good one. But,he didn’t think they’d come this far...

“What have they done to you?”

You shyly pulled your hair out of the way, revealing dark-purple bruises, that were covering your neck almost entirely.

“And they wanted to do more...But a police man happened to pass by and they run off.” Terushima couldn’t stop looking at your neck. He gritted his teeth. It was no time to be angry, even if he would love to punch the hell out of those jerks. He clenched his fists. No, no, no. He needed to calm down.

He suddenly got up, lifting you with him. You threw your hands over his neck and looked up at him. Terushima noticed you staring and shot you a smile, that, for whatever reason made you blush.

Your boyfriend put you gently onto the couch.

“Choose a film, whatever you like. I am going to go make some popcorn and I will bring us some blankets.” You nodded, feeling much better. It wasn’t at worse as you thought. And you definitely didn’t mind cuddling next to your boyfriend while watching a movie and just...well forgetting about everything.

“Let’s say home tomorrow.” Terushima came back quicklier than you expected, holding a your favorite blanket, a surprisingly big bowl with snacks and some soda.

“But, I’ve got to...”

“Screw everything.” His eyes showed you that he won’t take no for an answer. Personally, you really didn’t mind. It has been some time since you two could spend a whole day together, alone. It would be nice. Really nice.

The evening passed really quick. You fell asleep at the half of the movie. Terushima made sure to put everything in its place after getting you up from the couch to move you to the bedroom. There, he let you on the bed, but, you, not asleep anymore and having zero interest in doing so, pulled him next to you, kissing him before Terushima could protest. Not that he would have, of course.

“You know that you are an amazing person, right?” You placed your lips on the tip of his nose, making him chuckle.

“The most amazing, you say?”

“Yeah, but without me you are just lost.” You placed another kiss on his forehead, pulling him closer next to you. His response came almost immediately.

“Oh, I know that.”

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Ok, so at the end i wanted to write a lil bit of NSFW and sorry but i just aint in the mood. But, hope you liked it:))

#terushima #terushima xreader #haikyuu!!

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sarcastichalstead · 5 years ago

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You Left Me

You held your breath as you saw him. He hasn’t changed, not even a little bit. It took Jay longer to recognize you, he was too preoccupied with the case in his mind to piece together. But the minute that your eyes landed on his eyes, Jay was back in high school.

“Hi, y/n I’m sorry about this, but I was wondering if you saw anything last night?” You were too dazed to even say anything. You couldn’t break eye contact even if you wanted to. Upton looked between you and Jay since both of you remained frozen. “Y/n,” you looked away, watching the detective.

“I’m sorry, uhm I wasn’t home last night, I actually came home a few hours ago,” you couldn’t look at him anymore, because you know you would cry.

“Oh I’m sorry to bother,” Upton grabbed Jay, walking away. You closed the door behind them, leaning against the door, letting the tears fall out.

———

You were making dinner when you heard the knock on the door. You turned off the kitchen stove, before walking to the door. As you opened the door, you saw Jay waiting on the other side.

“Jay,” you murmured.

“Y/n,” he answered back. You felt like you were 17 all over again, with the butterflies every time he said your name. But you also remembered the pain he brought to you on your graduation day, the day before he got shipped out.

“Please leave,” you asked of him. The more you thought of him, the more your heart hurt.

“Please, I just want to talk,” you knew you should let him talk, but your anger told you otherwise.

“You lost your right to ever talk to me again when we were 18,” you said. Your hand was clutching to the doorknob but Jay wouldn’t budge.

“Y/n I’m sorry but I didn’t want you getting hurt,” he said, making you snort.

“So you hurt me to prevent me from getting hurt?” you questioned him.

“I didn’t know,” his words angered you more.

“Didn’t know what that I was in love with you for the two years we were together,” You yelled. “We made a promise together that we would stick by each other and you broke it,” You tears swelled up.

That last night came flooding back into your memories.

You both just graduated and you had convinced your parents to sleep over Jays that night. You were cuddling in his bed, watching some dumb movie. Jay was off that night, he didn’t kiss you when you came inside but gave you a hug and every time you shuffled yourself closer to him, he would slowly pull away. You leaned in for a kiss, slowly straddling him.

“Babe I’m not in the mood tonight,” he asked of you. You understood that sometimes people aren’t feeling the best but something was different this time.

“Jay this is the last night I’m seeing you before you leave, and I can’t even get a kiss?” He sighed, grabbing your hands who were on his cheeks.

“I have to talk to you,” You got off of him, sitting to be next to him.

“Anything,” You rubbed his back in an attempt to comfort him.

“I’m leaving and I don’t know when ill be back if ill be back, I might die,” you hated when Jay got this way, you knew he wanted to be in the army

“Baby don’t say that, remember I’m here with you through everything,”

“I dont want you too, go have a life, be with someone who can make you happy who will be with you every day,”

“Jay what are you trying to say,”

“I want to break up,” wait what. You got up from the bed looking down at the floor. “I still care about you but you have to move on,”

“You’re quitting on me,”

“Y/n,” You walked away leaving his apartment for the last time in 11 years.

“I was just trying to protect you,”

“Awesome protection Jay, "Ricky came running to you, paint in his hands.

"Mom have you seen my other paintbrushes,”

“Ricky please don’t make a mess, they’re in the drawer next to the kitchen. He looked to Jay before heading back to the kitchen. Jay watched as Ricky walked away turning to you.

"How old is he?” You tried closing the door, being stopped by Jays hand. “Y/n how old is he,”

“He’s 10,” You knew he’d figure it out sooner or later. He had his father’s eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?

"Because you left me,” you hushed. “You thought about yourself and I could never forgive you for that,”

“But he’s my kid,”

“And you think I didn’t try telling you!” “Why do you think I called the first few months and you didn’t answer. If you didn’t care about me why would you care about him.”

“It wasn’t like that” Jay tried apologizing. He remembered coming back and searching for you but you were gone. “when I got back, I looked for you but you disappeared,”

“Sorry if I was too embarrassed to stay in that town,” you muttered.

“Please I want to apologize to you,”

“you can apologize but its gonna take some time to forgive,” Jay nodded, giving up on putting you through any more pain. he apologized one more time before turning around to leave you alone Even though you were in pain, something was stopping you from letting him walk away again. “Jay,”

He turned around, seeing his eyes red already. “I work tonight and my babysitter can't watch Ricky,” You knew for you it would take time but now that Jay knew, you didn’t want to be the bad guy and hold him away from his own son.

“I can do it,” You nodded telling him the time you had to go to work before closing the door.

——

You opened the door to the apartment turning on the hallway light. You heard the small sound of the tv playing in the background but everything else was complete silence. You followed the sound, walking into your living room.

You smiled at the view, Jay was asleep on the couch with Ricky sleeping peacefully on his lap. You gently picked Ricky up, taking him to his bedroom before putting him into his bed, pushing a stray hair away from his face, before kissing him on the forehead. He always looked more like his father every day and now that you saw him today, you wouldn’t know how you’ll manage but Ricky was the best thing to happen in your life. You mumbled I love you before closing the door behind you.

You were exhausted from work that you didn’t even bother waking up Jay, you just went straight to your bathroom to wash your face.

You were anxious at the doctor’s office. The doctor had said it was only gonna take a minute but you felt like its been an hour. It had been already a month since Jay had shipped out, at first you thought the morning vomits were from the stress of the breakup or from university but one morning you woke up and you just felt different. You didn’t want to admit so you booked a doctor’s appointment behind your parents back.

The doctor came inside holding what you can assume was your file. He said hello to you before looking through your file. “well y/n your HCG levels are high,”

“Doc what does that mean,”

“youre pregnant,” Your mouth went dry. You felt the ground swaying, making you grasp on to the table to hold you steady. “if you want I can talk to you about the processes of abortion or adoption,” You shook your head, inviting more tears.

“No… I’m keeping the baby,” You touched your stomach, promising the baby and yourself, that no matter what happens you’d never quit on this baby.

——

Once you finished brushing your teeth, you went to your bedroom, changing into your Pj’s. You opened the last drawer in your nightstand, pulling out a metal box. You kept this box in case Ricky ever had any questions but you always tried to not look inside because it always brought you bad memories.

You picked up the first picture of Ricky’s ultrasound. The next picture was a picture of Jay and you under a tree that a friend took of you too. The last one was a picture of you and Ricky in your arms.

You didn’t even notice you were crying until you noticed the teardrops on the photo. You put the pictures back in the box, sitting down on the floor, weeping into your arms. You felt drained that when you felt his arms wrapping around you, you didn’t try fighting it. You let yourself be pulled in to Jay’s chest, allowing the tears to fall on him.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” He whispered into your hair, holding on to your shaking body. You two stayed in that position for who knows how long, you just knew that Jay was gonna stay there all night if you needed him there. He told himself he’d never leave you again.

“I’m sorry,” You wiped the tears, slowly getting up. He followed, sitting down on your bed.

“I just have one question,” He asked with caution. He didn’t want you to break down again. When you nodded your head he continued. “Why did you leave?”

“My family wanted to continue the perfect life and an 18-year-old single daughter in college didn’t necessarily fit that plan,” you sat down next to him, putting your head against his shoulder. “I got kicked out, couldn’t afford my own place so I stayed with friends until I got back onto my feet,“

“I tried calling you but soon gave up on that, so I started working full time so I dropped out college,” Jay placed his hand on top of yours, caressing it with his thumb. Jay remembered the days you called. He wanted to answer the phone and hear your voice but his brain told him to let you go and not lead you on. He was being an asshole now that he thought back on it now.

You were done crying for the night but that didn’t stop your throat from drying up with each word. “ I’ve worked my ass off to make sure Ricky got everything he wanted and I dont regret that,”

“I’m a huge asshole,” You agreed with him making both of you laugh. “I know its gonna take some time, but I want to be there for you and for Ricky,” You nodded giving him a hug.

Jay guided you to your bed pulling you under the covers. He was on his way out when you stopped him.

“Jay,” He turned around, looking down at you. “I haven’t forgiven you but can you sleep with me tonight,” You dont know why but you had a feeling it would be a sleepless night without Jay. He went under the covers with you slowly pushing you against him, putting his arms over yours. You could smell his clone, forming a small smile. You felt your eyes get heavy as sleep pulled you in. It was gonna take a long time to forgive Jay but tonight was a start.

#jesse lee soffer #jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago

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loveburnsbrighter · 5 years ago

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Live In Your Heart

requested by @i-dont-even-effing-know-anymore. hope you enjoy! 💕

read it on ao3

"We're not setting up the wifi yet," Patrick says. He's got his Stern Face on, which usually means fun things, but sometimes, unfortunately, means that David will be required to do work. This seems to be one of those times.

"But babe," he says, wheedling, "how will I order pizza if I don't have wifi?" He brandishes his phone. "I ran out of data in New York last week." He went with Alexis to help her settle in — it's been a strain, her moving right before he and Patrick were set to, and he's frankly exhausted, physically and emotionally. "We promised Stevie pizza," he adds, as if he can convince Patrick that his motivation is purely selfless.

Patrick plucks the phone right out of his hand. "I'll call them," he says. "You remember, how we ordered pizza back in the nineties? By calling?"

"Ugh, don't remind me." David leans back against a towering stack of boxes, ignoring Patrick's pained look, and sighs heavily. "Alright, fine. We might as well get this done. Bedroom first, or kitchen?"

"We can put Stevie on kitchen duty when she gets here," Patrick says. "Bedroom now." He pauses for a moment, and then smiles slowly, like he can't help it. "Our bedroom," he says, and David wouldn't generally describe Patrick as a particularly jovial person, but he looks downright giddy.

David honestly can't blame him, feels that a little bit too, at the words. He's spent a lot of time at Patrick's place, and for the last month or so he's lived there fully, barring his four days in New York with Alexis. But it was still Patrick's place, no matter how at-home David made himself there. (Very.)

This is their place. David and Patrick's home. David and Patrick's bedroom.

"Our bedroom," he agrees, and grabs a box, following Patrick down the hall.

Their bedroom is, thus far, more or less a big empty cube. There's a weird alcove with the window in it that Patrick has been insisting he wants a window seat for, and the master bathroom door is on the wall kitty-corner to the bedroom door. David has been pleased (thrilled) to note that the whole thing comes with a lovely little walk-in closet; it's not huge, but it's easily three or four times the size of the closet back in Patrick's studio.

The movers brought in Patrick's bed yesterday and set it up against the far wall, and David and Patrick slept on the mattress on the floor at Patrick's place. "Okay, first things's first," David says, dropping his box in the middle of the floor. Patrick pointedly pushes it against a wall, and David ignores him. "Where are the sheets? Because we can not sleep on dirty sheets our first night in the new house, Patrick."

"Actually," Patrick says, "about that." He's barely trying to hide a shit-eating grin, and it makes David immediately wary.

"What," he says heavily.

"Okay, don't be mad," Patrick says, which tells David that he probably should be, "I should have talked to you probably but I wanted it to be a surprise," and he rushes through the words to keep David from interrupting. "I used all the money my grandparents gave us for our wedding and bought that flax-linen Pottery Barn set you wanted."

David gasps, because he has wanted that bed set so badly — fair trade linens in gorgeous soft sandy beige — but Patrick has insisted every time David has argued that it's frivolous to spend more than a hundred dollars on sheets. Their current sheets are from Target. "Like, the sheets —"

"The whole bed set," Patrick says, looking inordinately pleased with himself. "The sheets, the duvet and shams — I didn't get the dust ruffle because my bed frame —" But David doesn't get to hear about the dust ruffle because he's quite literally launching himself into Patrick's arms and kissing him.

Patrick makes a soft, surprised noise, not quite a laugh, and lifts his hands to hold David by the waist. He pulls back just a little, letting David kiss down his jaw, to say, "So you're not mad?"

"Linen sheets," David mumbles against his Adam's apple. He pulls back to smile down at Patrick, and Patrick is smiling back, radiant in a way that David never saw him before they got engaged, a way that he's seen more and more since they decided to buy the house. "Okay," he says, schooling himself, because if they do what he wants to do — which is tackle Patrick onto the bare mattress in their empty bedroom and thoroughly christen the house — then they'll never get to all the things they have to do. "Well, where are the new sheets, because they have to be washed before we can use them."

Patrick helps David wrestle the new bedding out of its insane packaging, and then builds a little fort in the tiny laundry room out of all the cardboard while David starts a load. He's relieved every second that the previous owners left their washer and dryer — they're both done with public laundry for the foreseeable future.

They grab another box each to haul into the bedroom on the way back down the hall; the bed and dressers are there already, and a single bookcase. David has already been in to clean the closet and repaper the shelves in there, and they've agreed that they don't want to paint the bedroom; it came a creamy off-white that feels warm and soft, somehow.

David puts on music — he's made a playlist just for this, full of high-energy, multigenerational pop, Tina and Britney and Mariah all sharing space. At some point Patrick logged into their shared Spotify — purely an economic choice; David didn't want Patrick's music fucking up his Wrapped, but that's not really worth ten bucks a month — and added Mumford and Sons and Bryan Adams and the Beach Boys, because Patrick has no sense of thematic or genre consistency. It's fine, he supposes; when you love someone, you're willing to compromise for them.

"'Framed wall art and photos - bedroom,'" Patrick says out loud, reading off the Sharpie label on a box. "Maybe we should save this one until we've got the basics together?"

"Okay," David agrees over an infuriatingly long banjo solo. "This one is your books?" Patrick gestures and David slides it over, watches him produce a knife from his pocket and slice open the top.

By the time Stevie strolls through the door, helpfully using her emergency key, they've mostly got the bedroom together. The mattress pad and sheets are on, with the duvet set in the dryer, and Patrick's books and David's books are commingled on the shelf, which David is alarmingly pleased by — they're married, but the sight of his Virginia Woolf next to Patrick's Agatha Christie makes him feel warm from the inside out.

"I picked up the pizza," Stevie shouts. "You owe me forty bucks in reimbursement!"

David skids down the hall, eager for pizza, with Patrick behind him.

"How in the name of god did you spend forty bucks on pizza?" Patrick wants to know.

Stevie shrugs, hugging him as David relieves her of the boxes. "I got garlic knots."

"And cheese bread," David says gleefully, spreading the boxes on the table. "And one of those big cookies."

Patrick sighs after him but dutifully digs three beers out of the fridge. (They set up all the appliances and TVs yesterday.) (All that's in the fridge so far is beer, a single head of lettuce, and a few bottles of green juice.) David accepts his beer with minimal distasteful nose-scrunching.

They make short work of lunch, and Patrick sets Stevie up in the kitchen with a roll of shelf paper and more boxes than he'd ever thought he could fill with kitchen stuff; the dishes from his apartment, of course, and then they'd gotten a lot of the classic appliance wedding gifts: a brand new blender, a four-slice toaster ("but what will you use?" David had asked), an upright mixer, a block of knives with marble handles that Patrick is actually thrilled with.

David finishes making the bed, and then he just stands and stares at it for a second; he can't wait for Patrick to have sex with him in these sheets in this bedroom, but he also can't wait for Patrick to cuddle with him in this bed. Watch movies with him. Hold him close and fall asleep with an arm slung low over his waist.

Patrick comes up behind him and settles warm hands on his hips, and David leans back into the touch. "Stevie and I want to get started on the living room," Patrick says, hooking his chin over David's shoulder. "You just about done in here?"

David crosses his arms across his own waist and takes Patrick's hands, swaying. One of Patrick's songs is playing from David's tiny speaker. I've been so happy loving you, Dennis Wilson croons into the space, less echoey than it was earlier before they got their pictures up. He looks around at their new room; the receipt from their first date is already on the bookshelf, and there's a framed poster for that first open mic night, and one from Alexis' singles week. These are all things from Patrick's apartment; all this time, he's been collecting little souvenirs for them. Stepping stones tracing the path of their relationship. There's a framed wedding invitation, too, and photos: from the store opening, Patrick's birthday, their bachelor party, their wedding.

Even after David landed in Schitt's Creek without a paddle, if he'd been asked to describe his future, he would have crafted a life more or less like the one he'd left: galleries and parties, a drugged-out A-list entourage, globetrotting in the wake of Alexis' endless stream of near misses. He never could have imagined this: a house in a small town, a business heavily patronized by flannel-clad locals, a single friend who loved him enough to help him move. Alexis settled in one place, his parents settled in another, weekly Facetime calls.

Five gold rings on his fingers, the most beautiful man he's ever seen in Costco jeans, holding him and swaying and singing softly in his ear: "Forever, together my love…" A sedan that clicks in the driveway, blueprints for a vegetable garden. All the Ricky-and-Lucy trappings of a good life, things he never would have expected to love.

"You won," Stevie told him a few months ago, when he brought her here to sit in the driveway and pour out his heart. And David can hear her clanking dishes together downstairs, and Patrick is warm against his back, and the song is fading out the way that slow seventies rock does, and David knows, bone-deep, unshakeably, that she was right.

#david x patrick #fanfiction #rye.txt #stevie budd #schitt's creek

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magiccallie · 5 years ago

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So I wrote down my thoughts as i watched through most of Season 2 of Scooby Doo Mystery Inc, and would like to share them, major spoilers below cut

Notes of Season 2 of Scooby Mystery Inc Shout out to this jock bully(?) who upon encountering a monster threatening a girl, did no hesitate to take on said monster, recuse said girl, and protect her as they escape Fred really needs to talk to someone about his new parents, who are now living in his house with him???? The house of the man who took him from them?????? Bronson might not be exactly straight looking at how he acted around the old mayor vs the new one, but *shrugs* Jock Strikes again, is this gunna be the twist? That''s a really douchy twist to pull a stunt like this Love how-I mean this is just the plan. He wanted girls too so he set up the same scenario. Is this extra set up by the parents to get him to trust them that is some next level douchery/ Scratch that on Bronson, omg Oh shit starting with a furry attack this is going to be a weird episode the gang's meta knowledge coupled with their sure willingness to go along with tropes and shit makes for great dialogue oh *oh* this is the episode where we get a peak to see just how big the picture is, love the lore building. knew this episode was gunna be good is that a demon? the furry isnt the mosnter??? ummm...weve been getting hints, are things getting real? so we've established motive for why someone whould want this plavce closed, but actually tangent but dont a lot of these monsters that they encounter seem like, weirdly powerful and mobile for costumes oh there's the furry that red aura is a...the things that happen around it are something deeper it seems. fascinating. is the red just representative of fire hallucinations? those seemed a bit real in effect for hallucinations... this guy, like my manager, needs to hire a little more staff occult magic book falls from the library to gang, and no one is as concerned as they should be nazi robot nazi robot get BJ on the phone Cassidy is the kinda retired PC that the players can strive to be Shit is getting real quick isnt it. Wait is that a seal. does Cassidy die? I know about a certain other death that makes me sad, but i dont want Cassidy to die too this episode is a rollercoaster of odd events weird hologram disguise for Paraclese is nifty Seeing the tragic fate of past groups is...well obviously sad oh dear, she does die huh its super low key, but it plays at the terrifying corrupting ordeal of the eldritchstuff really well with the lore notes bear troubles oh that badge...is that where they buried him? that's...kinda grim they have stealth suits and killer nazi robots? why have the evil guys not won yet? there is a bomb and they are not evacuating. There is a BOMB and they are not evacuating oh the bear can talk, how dare i assume that a bear is incapable of speech the bear is a twunk, scratch that, still a bear, is...he doing a christiphor walkin impersonation? aaand that’s enough for tonight, starting fresh later We're back, 13 more episodes oh so were getting into why i don’t like astrology Enigma machine omg. sorry, im a sucker for bits like that i wanna have long white hair too, i could rock that look How does Paraclese still have an accent after all these years? It is like destiny's Rasputin and just a stubborn superiority complex? something about visiting villains you can talk to in a prison is-ohp thats just all of um huh, cameo episode- err, anyways, it just paints a delightful scene about the relationship of the protags and antags and villainy as a whole in the world well this is horrific, throw some brownish red stuff around and it would be a silent hill scene update: still gay Thirteen more episodes and they have the disk...that does not bode well for what is going to happen the writer's willingness to reference other hannah barbara characters/shows is great oooo anticaptilism, BF is scoring points excuse me???? cyborg dragon girl???? he cant even call her by her name through most of the episode wtf??????? see now im at the point i gotta ask, is this a real ghost thing, or a fake ghost thing? ah i understand now youd think he would be more willing to explain to th-there we go so the animal companians are more suceptible, but they all have the risk Paraclese talking about these cattle is every gm talking about their homebrew monsters omg writers wth was that conclusion for the cattle im dying sk-ska zombies. ska. zombies. i can pick it up oh like the dancing plauge but worse, nifty these ghosts are rude boys, like, thats actually one of their names. And just caught that it the band name is skatastic oh they mentioned the dancing plauge, thank you wtf 101 the 'lighthearted' tone of this episode speaks dark tidings about the horrors to come aaah, hex girls, omg oh damn, update again: still hella gay bards duels be like, but for real loving this more and more young me is crazy about having the hex girls interact with a magicy thing like the disks, the rest of me is concerned at the events that are taking place scooby agrees, and his dog girl friend...well that was something Ricky displaying increasing regrets is not going to do good things for his lifeespectancy ohp then he drags in the other two well, i didnt see that coming for the criminal identity this little girl just had her mom ditch her for a stranger that robbed them, the heck i should probably eat dinner at some point, or like, anything at somepoint... calling it now, this guy is a circus performer/stunt driver, and if he is the random hired british poolboy it is a fake accent he's lureing women away with emotional intemacy. thats funny in itself, btu that they accept so readily still isnt normal oh and apparently kinks, lured with kinks so hes going to be the librarian dude then?? maybe? k, so at least i got that o.o O.O, well, that was quite the lead up and explanation food on plate, depresso in heart, ready to continue so they have to know right? like, this is a planned trap since Fred is 'the only one who knows where it is' doesnt explain Fred though, or how the fake acts "jeepies you found my scarf" oh there it is, they are after the info from him and its all fake, not some hell vision to show why he has to suceed Fred knew first? good on him plastic surgery, holy crap, next level villainy here holy shit they're all in puragoty thanks to the corrpution?????? Going back to early about the horrifying nature of all this. it is just so immensly sad watching them go through these bits. Cool, but sad. Velma demonstrating why thinking and understanding are not always good in eldritch horror games so he's got a guilt complex? heart felt talk with Mayor Dad awwww, poor Velma doesnt think she's pretty guessing...well id say the wife of Enrique but that seems too easy some how, stiill shes the only offered suspect beside Enrique himself thus far *deep sigh* i will never guess any culprit i bother to write down correctly would be a real move of the writers to Uzumaki the town two day deadline given, props to velma for having the foresight to model the disks in a digital format incase theyre lost mad max mystery machine sounds like a doom metal synth wave fusion song things are going too well... How many giant evil doors will this lair have? alchemy. of course. should have guessed. is...is this the episode where Marcie...oh no oh at least shes trying good on her, she's going down in style and flame... oh. ya know, even knowing it was coming and talking it up a sentence before, not a happy event this is a nifty dungeon last episode, hell of an opening/recap wh-what fghaseguk this went batshit didnt it. i wish i had the willingness to write at unhinged as these writers one more media that i am surpised didnt end in a poly relationship this climax is eerily familiar to the live action movies at times and then they all died and went to heaven aww Rickee and Cassidy *and* Velma and Marcie, aww, my heart will heart to think about that one for long, but awwwww Miskatonik University, or however the heck it is said. i thought it was going to be a one off joke but wasn't expecting that.

#scooby doo #scooby doo mystery inc #scooby doo mystery incorperated #mystery inc #mystery incorporated #scooby doo mystery incorporated

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iridescentkippen · 5 years ago

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it's gonna be our night (aka a bad seblos one shot i wrote while half asleep)

this was kind of a bad character study of sorts as i really want to write hoco from seb's point of view at some point but felt like i couldn't do that without writing- let's be real i'm analyzing it more than writing it- from carlos' first?? idk this isn't good and it's missing parts of the episode because i wrote it when i was half asleep but platonic ashlyn/carlos is my favorite so i had to

It was a Friday night, and Carlos had no homework. What he should have been doing was hugging his pillow and crying to The Notebook for the fifth hundredth time before calling Ashlyn at two in the morning to cry that, "Ash, why don't I have a hot boyfriend like Ryan Gosling?" but instead he was tearing through his closet to try and find the tie that would match his suit. Why did homecoming have to be so stressful?

Ashlyn is perched on the end of his bed, scrolling on her phone, when her gasp causes Carlos to pull himself out of his closet to look at her. "What?"

"I know my cousin is shallow, and I know he sometimes doesn't have the best taste in girls, but Gina?" She turns her phone towards him to show Gina's Instagram story of the two of them at dinner.

Carlos rolls his eyes, going back to tearing through his stuff before finally finding the tie he was looking for. "Didn't he and Nini just call it quits like, yesterday? He didn't seem over her last I saw," He throws the tie over his shoulder onto where his tux is sitting next to Ashlyn, and the redhead ducks as it comes towards her.

"Dude, warn me next time you start chucking clothes at me," The two start laughing, before falling down next to each other on Carlos' bed.

"You know, if I have to go insane with someone, I'm glad it's you. I thought I would have no friends at East High, but now I have you and Seb and Miss Jenn-" He cuts himself off when he realizes how dumb he sounds.

They start cackling again before Ashlyn shoves him and the two sit up. "C'mon, let's get you into that and send a photo to lover boy before he thinks you've forgotten all about him." Carlos blushes as he pulls on the coat and attempts to get the tie on correctly before forcing Ashlyn to do it.

"What if he thinks I look dumb? What if he looks so nice that I start blushing and stuttering over my words? What if-"

"Carlos, I mean this in the nicest way possible. Shut up!" She takes a photo of him on the boy's phone before handing it back to him. He sends the photo to his date, but not without getting teased by his best friend for already having put hearts by the other boy's name.

The rest of the afternoon goes as smoothly as it can when all Carlos wants to do is check his phone every ten seconds to see if Seb has replied. He and Ashlyn do photos outside his house before running to McDonald's because in her words, "We are not spending money on nice food when we could each get twenty chicken nuggets and a large soda for way cheaper," and he's learned not to argue with her when it comes to fast food.

Ashlyn finally takes his phone from him and says she'll tell him if Seb texts because he can't stay off of it long enough to have an actual conversation. They finish eating before rushing to the school to meet the rest of the theatre kids.

Ricky and Big Red meet them at the door and they all head in, finding the table reserved for them. After sitting there for nearly ninety minutes, Carlos turns to Ashlyn, worry painting his face. "What if he doesn't show up?"

"He will, Carlos, I promise. Maybe he just got caught in traffic," Carlos frowns at her before checking his phone again.

"Traffic? We live in Salt Lake City, Ash, I'm pretty positive there hasn't been traffic here since the 2002 Olympics. Also, he left me on read. What could that mean?" Ashlyn sighs, turning off his phone for him.

"I dont know, idiot. Now put your phone away and have fun until he gets here! C'mon, let's go dance!"

Carlos frowns, urging himself not to cry. "Let's face it, Ash, I've been stood up. Let's go home. We still have time to get in HSM and Camp Rock if we go now,"

"No, I'm not letting you give up this easily. Get something to drink and then come dance with me!" She grabs his arm, tugging him out of his seat and through the crowd made of their peers. "See, even Ricky and Red are having a good time." The two boys are awkwardly dancing and laughing as Red continues to trip over his feet every five seconds.

Ashlyn shoves him towards the drink table before disappearing into the crowd of people, leaving him alone. Mr. Mazzara talks to him, and he responds, but he isn't really sure what he's saying even as he's handed a cup of something red and sweet. It tastes a little bit like alcohol, and he's not sure some kid didn't spike it when Mazzara wasn't watching, but he still drinks the whole thing anyway. Maybe it'll make him forget Seb.

A song he loved when he was little starts playing, and a small smile breaks out on his face. He drops the cup in the garbage before sighing and walking into the crowd of people. He sways on his own a little before Ashlyn finds him and the two dance and scream the lyrics at each other. There was definitely something in the punch as he feels more confident than he has in years. He doesn't even remember why he was so sad. Ashlyn calls out to him, "So, have you decided you can have fun without Seb being here?"

Oh, right. That's why he was so sad. And everything hits him again as he takes a deep breath and shrugs. He's about to ask her if they can still go home now because he tried staying here and he just can't, when suddenly he sees him. Standing in the doorway is Seb, a look on his face Carlos can't quite describe in his half tipsy state. Ashlyn sees him too, as a smile breaks out onto her face and she looks like she's going to cry of happiness.

"He's here! Go say hi!" She shoves him, and he stumbles across the gym towards the blonde boy.

"Hey, sorry I'm so late," And with those five words, Carlos forgives him because he just can't stay mad at Seb. He just can't.

"You're almost three hours late," Seb sighs, not meeting Carlos' eyes.

"I know, one of our cows went missing and I was the only one who could find her,"

"But not answering my texts?" Seb giggles, looking at his feet.

"We don't have great service out there. I really was trying to, I promise," A slow song comes on and Seb smiles, holding out his hands to the other boy. "Can I have this dance?"

He smiles, taking Seb's hands, and in that moment everything is perfect. Maybe everything can be okay, just the two of them. "Of course." And then the two of them dance for the rest of the night, not paying attention to anybody else in the room (even though Ashlyn sneakily takes photos of them to make fun of Carlos later). And everything is okay. Everything is perfect.

ik it's not great but like and/or reblog if you enjoyed?? it lets me know what people wanna see me write :)

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kweebtrash · 5 years ago

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Hey, not necessarily a sex question. But as someone who loves reading fanfic and appreciates fanfic writers, I still can't bring myself to write it. How did you get into writing fanfic, and was it ever weird for you? Do you have any advice on how to feel less weird about it? Especially smut about real people? (To be fair I can't bring myself to write smut in general idk why)

I started writing naruto and yu yu hakusho fanfiction when i was ten and it was just a regular oc and the character i liked. It wasnt good at all but i thought it was the greatest. When i met my sister (non biological) in middle school we decided to come up with our own "anime story". We would write it in notebooks and pass it to each other during class and get in trouble for it. So i guess that was the first time ive written an "original" story. By the time i was 12 i knew what sex was (mostly) and i knew teenagers did it (my characters were teenagers) so i was like oh if they like each other then they should do it. But because i was 12 i was like THATS ICKY TO WRITE ABOUT (in detail) so i made them get in bed and then skipped ahead and wrote THE NEXT DAY 😂😂😂

Then when i got access to a laptop and internet thats when i round "real" fanfiction online and smut back when it was called "lemon/lime/citrus" whatever the fuck that means. I still remember my first one was about neji hyuga LMAO.

I started reading more fanfiction throughout my teenager years and kept writing for anime, wrote bandfiction, created a bunch of OCs to rp with my partner at the time and i think by the time i actually started having sex that i was like ok this isnt so weird to write about anymore. So when we would rp we would just text each other sex scenes and i guess it became normalized because we were doing it irl so writing about it was just like hey! We sorta know what were doing! Oh i also used to watch a lot of porn as a teen? Idk why. That stopped after like a year or so but i found out shit through that, like bdsm, squirting, how utterly gross blowjobs are, what a hitachi wand was, how much i hate spit, etc. So that actually helped me discover like my beginning kinks. Porn is still terrible tho.

I think the first time i wrote smut was with a wrestling fanfic? And i had been reading a bunch of fics that had smut and with my basic knowledge and slowly finding out what phrases i liked in order to describe things it flowed a little more naturally but it was still hard.

Then i think i didnt really write much until i wrote my pentagon story which i think is terrible but other people like it. I guess with my practicing, experience, and sex education it started becoming easier? You can tell in my pentagon story that i was still getting back into the swing of things bc my sex scenes are atrocious and ridiculous 😅

I never really liked reading series myself bc i didnt want just prose and build up. I wanted smut. I was like THATS WHAT I CAME HERE FOR. So i made it a point to write smut in every single chapter so that way people stayed interested. In doing so it also helped me practice and get better. Then i read A LOT of bad kpop fics and was like....why dont these people know that sex isnt like porn??

There is a lot of copying in kpop fics in the sense that a lot of them are written the same way and we get the usual; some u realistic giant dick, "ministrations, pussy, cunt", kitten every other word, thigh riding, everyone confusing abuse with bdsm, "daddy" popping up left and right without going in depth to what meaning that holds, random weird shit. And i realized WOW I REALLY HATE KPOP FANFICS lol. So when i started writing messy i was like OK FUCK THIS IM GONNA WRITE SEX LIKE HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO GO. Then i starting writing smut where the condom broke, they talked about birth control, having a mental breakdown during sex, sexual assault, accidentally wacking each other while moving around, giggling, talking, explaining what you want. This i think helped me a lot, especially with my mental trauma that was associated with sex. I wanted to make it fun and real while also possibly teaching my readers about sex and maybe influencing other fic writers to not just regurgitate what they read.

As far as advice, im not quite sure if i have any?? Maybe i do lol. Take it with a grain of salt maybe?

With writing i would suggest

Read fics you like and highlight key phrases or actions you think are sexually appealing

Practice writing shorter scenes, you can even do time stamps or drabbles, things like that-people love those on here

Look into things. Honestly i knew what a cock ring was but someone requested i USE it in a fic and i was like shit guess i gotta google how to use a cock ring and while awkwardly watching videos of guys putting these things on i learned about metal ones, cages, silicone, rubber, rings, how long you should keep it on for, etc. So RESEARCH! is key too

If youve never had sex before that also helps if you research. Porn can give you a little bit of knowledge in generic motions or toys to use but by no means is it great as far as realism and sometimes its just plain icky.

So porn can be a basis, research can be a middle layer, reading other fics and seeing what you like and dont like is on top, and writing ur own is like...idk frosting lol.

As far as being weird with real people; since i wrote bandfiction and wrestling fics i was used to writing about real people for a little under ten years or so. Also i have a really active mind at night and i have tons of sex dreams that fit into like a story based setting. Thats where all my ideas for prose, dialogue and smut come from. Not everyone ofc has a brain like that but writing down things here and there might work. Lets say you have a favorite idol moment-like some really slutty dance move during a performance, you could time stamp that for inspiration. Save a lot of gifs and pics of them looking *chefs kiss*, listen to some music (i like alina baraz, sabrina claudio, galant, alex tbh, and jooyong for softer, gentler scenes or if you wanna get freak nastie listen to some dumbass jae park, or pretty ricky, or any sex related song thats not pretty lmao. Like rude boy by rihanna or something with a hard beat).

I think its also good to try and picture yourself in a sexual situation. You dont have to look like you, you could make up however you want to look in the scenario, its fantasy after all. Also think "would i like this?" Like i wont write about some idol spitting in my mouth or slapping me or peeing on me or something because thats not stuff that im into and i would be forcing myself to appease someone else and the writing woukd end up sucking big time. This also doesnt help the lack of good fics bc people are just following the requests they get even if they dont like it. I would write about what i think id feel in the moment. Id probably be nervous or if im pretending i could be a cool badass, i would think about things that i find attractive like his (imma use his bc i do write mostly about boy idols) face in the shadows of the light, how nice or soft his lips look, they way hes conveying emotions and looking at me if we were in love or if we were angry, the hold he has on me, why would it be going slow? Is it sad makeup sex? Is it a first time together? Is it just comforting after a bad day? Why would they be rough? Are they angry? Had a fight? Had a slow burn relationship and its culminated into a big explosion? Did they hate each other but hide their true feelings?

So i would suggest not just thinking about sex but thinking about the moment and all the things that lead up to, happen during, and the aftermath of it.

And of course if you don't understand anything or need more info about sex you can always ask me!

I hope this help and sorry its long😅😅😅😅

#i love my readers!

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parkjmini · 8 years ago

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fam(ily) - two | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own. word count: 4,840 genre: fluff// future angst? ?? i dont think there is any rn warnings: explicit language, slight degree of exploitation one | two | three

[A/N]: how do ppl manage to write 6k chapters like dang?? that’s a lot of work ??

Ever since encountering Jimin, you never skipped out on morning drop off. Jimin dropped them off at school every morning and picked them up from after care. You left earlier than after care hours because you had to work at the club. Your only opportunity was morning drop off.

Before meeting Jimin, you hid inside the classroom. It wasn’t your responsibility to greet the parents, your cousin was the face of her classroom. You usually helped her with planning out her lesson plans for the next couple of days. It wasn’t anything that needed your immediate attention.

“Since when did you do drop off?” Kim asked the morning of the first time you joined her by the door. You had shrugged and smiled brightly at the incoming students and parents.

Many parents were confused at your presence because they’ve never seen you before. You had to explain that you were an intern, not a substitute for the day. Even several students had commented on your sudden change.

Your cousin didn’t make it a big deal, because she knew your intentions. It became obvious when Jimin arrived with Minjoo and Minseo. Kim had silently watched your body language and the slight tint on your cheeks arise.

Now every morning, you shared a small conversation with Jimin whenever you could. Kim would greet other parents in the process.

“Good morning, Ms. Kim... (Y/N).” Jimin shyly smiled. He usually showed up in business attire, however, he entered with a simply, cozy hoodie. Minjoo and Minseo were jumping in their matching lilac dresses, holding their father’s hands. They were eager for another day at kindergarten.

“Good morning !!!” Minseo hugged your legs and squished her face into your thighs. Minjoo did the same to Kim. The twins were usually very affectionate to adults.

“Daddy, you’re picking us up early today right?” Minjoo peered up and tugged at the hem of Jimin’s black hoodie.

“You’re picking them up early, Jimin?” Kim asked for clarification.

He smiled and shook his head. “They’re not going to after care today and for the next following days.”

“Ah, what’s the occasion?” Kim was very chill with him. It was like they were friends and had talked often prior.

“The office is having some employee getaway, so no one is there.” He chuckled, looking at you while he spoke.

“And Daddy didn’t want to leave us because he said he was going to miss us.” Minseo smiled, trying to embarrass her father.

In your surprise, Jimin merely knelt down and gave Minseo and Minjoo wet goodbye kisses on their cheeks. “I’m going to miss you when you guys are at school too. I have nothing to distract me while you two are away.”

“Maybe you can watch all the Disney princess movies and finally tell us which one is your favorite!” Minjoo suggested and pecked Jimin’s cheek.

“Hm.. you two are my favorite princesses.” He helped them zip up their huge backpacks after pulling out their jackets. You loved his interactions with his daughters. They were often too blatantly honest and he always had hearts in his eyes when he talked to them. A true fool for his daughters.

It was a warm sight. You’ve never seen a parent with such care and devoted attention for his babies. Many would drop off their children without a single goodbye, others had phone conversations or didn’t even bother to walk them down the rest of the way.

Jimin was attentive and held their hands as they walked. The love he had for the twins poured right out of his heart. You wondered how someone could love someone so much. Maybe it was parental love, something foreign to you.

“Daddy I love you.” Minseo kissed his cheek and Jimin caressed her small face.

“I love you too, Seonnie and you too, JooJoo.” He wrapped their jackets around their small waists to allow easy access.

“Don’t forget your promise, Ms. (Y/N)!” Minseo chimed before entering the classroom.

Minjoo and Minseo didn’t hesitate to always remind you about your promise you made them a few weeks ago. You thought that young children had horrible memories, but these two were persistent. They took pinky promises very seriously.

You laughed in response to the 74th reminder they’ve given you. You nodded, “I won’t, monkey.” That was your special nickname for them.

“Okay, I’ve held it in long enough. But what is this promise that they keep mentioning?” Kim questioned and darted between your’s and Jimin’s expressions.

Jimin answered for you, “it’s nothing. (Y/N) just promised them that she’d join us for dinner one night, which I tried to warn you not to.”

“I didn’t think they’d remember for so long.” You defended yourself. Jimin ruffled his messy, bedhair. He looked so cuddly with such a relaxed look.

“Pinky promises are sacred to those two. They never forget.” Jimin tried to explain in a midst of laughter.

“Wow, dinner! That sounds nice, though.” Kim smirked and nudged your elbow.

You rolled your eyes at her, knowing her intents. Jimin caught on and cleared his throat, “you seriously don’t have to though. I can get them to stop bothering you about it.”

“Jimin, half of the reason I promised them was because I actually do want to. I haven’t found the chance, that’s it.” You didn’t want his smile to falter.

Kim spoke on your behalf, “she’s never has time, always working.”

“Understandable. Well, you have my number when you do find the time.” Jimin waved his phone with a grin. “Well, I’ll see you two at 3 PM. Have a nice day, ladies.”

“Bye, Jimin.” Kim pulled you into the room and shut the door. “You have his number?”

“Yeah, I needed to contact him for something. Don’t get weird.” You sighed and strolled over towards the waiting children.

“You have his number and he invited you to dinner? We need to talk about this.” Kim shook your arm excitedly.

“If you want to talk to me, come find me at the club. I don’t want to talk about it here.” You groaned and swore you acted more mature than your older cousin.

Kim was practically your best friend. Every family member would comment as to how you two got along with one another so well. She was a couple of years older than you, but she shared the same struggles and understood you more than anyone. She supported your decisions instead of picked at your weak points.

She was the first to decide that she wanted to be a teacher, especially to younger kids. Kim was unable to have kids of her own, so being able to work in a school made her feel like she did have them --- 20 of them. You knew she needed some extra help because she was still new, so it was by chance that you two were placed together.

As the day went further along, your excitement gradually built. You felt like a young girl waiting to see her crush. You felt like your feelings for Jimin were harmless though. You merely wanted to be his friend, his good friend. You convinced yourself that you wouldn’t replace the mother to his beautiful girls.

Kim stepped out to use the bathroom, so you were left to watch the kids. They were busy with cutting and crafting. Minjoo and Minseo sat together and often shared the task between each other. Minjoo would cut everything while Minseo created both of their crafts. They were both super hardworking and zoned in on their work, so it caught your attention when Minseo put the bottle of glue down and turned to face the other student on her left.

“I’ve never met my mom.” She spoke rather loud and confidently. You watched attentively to see if you should intervene. The twins never spoke about their mother or seemed bother about family subjects.

“She doesn’t live with you?” The young boy asked, casually cutting right through the needed piece for his tiger mask. “I know Ricky’s dad doesn’t live with him, right Rick?”

Ricky nodded his head, “Daddy lives in a different city, I see him on the weekends.”

“We only live with our Daddy. We don’t know where our mom is.” Minjoo placed her scissors on her desk and waited for the other kids’ reactions.

“You don’t have a mom?” Ricky asked, slightly snickering with the other boys.

“Well of course we have a mom. How else were we born?” Minseo sassed and you held in a laugh. She was unpredictably honest and very smart.

“Then where is she?” One of the boys questioned.

Minjoo shrugged and picked up her scissors again, “Daddy says she’s in a better place.”

“A better place? What does that mean? Disneyland?” He marveled and Minseo laughed.

“No. Daddy didn’t tell us where, just not here.”

“Do you want a mom?”

Minjoo sat there in hard thought before answering with something that broke your heart, “that would be nice.” Her bottom lip quivered and her wails filled the room. You got up and ran over.

“Hey Monkey, what’s wrong?” You knelt down. She instantaneously wrapped her arms around your neck and cried into your shirt. All the students were staring, asking what was wrong.

Kim walked back in and stared at you with confusion. She assessed the situation at hand and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Kids, it’s clean up time! Everyone help clean and get ready for pick up.”

You carried Minjoo over to the corner of the room, and set her down on the classroom rug. Rubbing her back, you cooed into her ear. “It’s okay, Minjoo. Don’t cry. I’ve got you.”

“Ms. (Y/N)..” she hiccuped between her sobs, “.. do you have a mommy?”

You gulped and pulled back to face the unstable girl. She was rubbing her eyes and her mouth hung down on her face. “I do. But it doesn’t make it any different if you don’t.”

“Yes it does! Everyone has a mommy with them, and me and sissy don’t. We are the only ones who don’t have one! Everyone has two parents to love them.” She stomped.

“Monkey, let me ask you a question. Do you love your daddy?” You whispered, speaking in a calm voice. She nodded. “Is your daddy like a mommy? Does he love you just as much as if you were to have a mommy?”

She pouted and stopped crying. You’ve stumped her. Her big, glossy eyes blinked back at you. “Yes.”

“I think if your daddy loves you just as much as if you were to have a mommy and he plays a role of both a daddy and a mommy, that’s enough.” You ended with a small smiled. “Now, are we going to stop crying?”

Minseo hurried over and placed the finalized tiger mask over her sister’s head. “Yeah, sissy. Let’s stop crying. I even finished your tiger mask for you!”

Minjoo touched the messily colored construction paper over her face. You were so proud of Minseo. She took care of her sister and often times stood up for her. “Where’s your’s?” You asked Minseo.

Minseo shrugged, “I didn’t have time to finish it.” You helped Minjoo push the mask into her hair, out of her face. “Um, you’re welcome, Minjoo.” She sassed.

“Thank you.” Minjoo mumbled and hugged her sister. She turned to you and reached out her arms. You carried her, supporting her body on your hip. “Ms. (Y/N), if I were to have a mommy, I’d wish she was you.” She giggled into your ear.

You were shocked at her comment and cleared your throat. You weren’t sure how to respond, but you were slightly honored she liked you enough to say something like that. Minseo held onto your free hand and pulled you towards the cubbies. Majority of the students were gone already. There were only two left and they went to after care.

“Minseo, Minjoo, Daddy’s here.” Kim called for them. Minseo applauded happily and grabbed her’s and her sister’s backpacks. She put her’s on her back and carried Minjoo’s in her tiny hands. She pulled you out the door with her, along with Minjoo still in your arms.

Kim laughed when you came out, “you’re joining home with them?” You smiled and shook your head.

Jimin’s face fell when he saw Minjoo in your arms. He pouted at his daughter and brushed her soft cheeks, “what happened, baby?” He unconsciously reached for their backpacks with his other hand.

“It was nothing, Daddy.” Minseo lied. “Can we go get ice cream so JooJoo can feel better?”

“Ice cream!” Minjoo cheered.

“Are you sure it was nothing, JooJoo?” Jimin was still persistent about his daughter’s drying tears. He looked over at you for a confirmation. You knew Minseo lied so it wouldn’t hurt her father’s feelings. She didn’t want her dad to feel bad.

“Monkey was sad that we couldn’t finish our arts and craft today.” It was a white lie. Jimin seemed unconvinced, but left it. He exhaled sharply and nodded.

“That’s why I gave her mine, Daddy, look!” Minseo pointed to the tiger mask on Minjoo’s head.

“Wow, baby girl, it looks good. You made JooJoo such a fierce tiger.” He collected Minjoo from your arms and held onto his other daughter’s hand. “I’ll call you.” He said to you while bidding goodbye to Kim.

You froze, confused as to why he would. “Bye Ms.(Y/N)” The twins waved as they were being whisked away by Jimin. Kim lead the remaining children to the after care room.

You collected your things to prepare to leave for the club. On your desk, you saw a roughly colored tiger mask sitting on top of your previous work. Flipping it around, you saw the small message written in blue crayon.

To Ms. (Y/N)

thank you

from Minseo Monkey

You gasped at the thoughtful gift. Nothing has ever touched you this hard. It was such a sweet gift, even if it was just an arts and craft project. It was hers, but she gave it to you. You took a quick photo and sent it to both Kim and Jimin.

secretly thank Minseo for me for her gift. she is a saint !

You walked to your car and your phone buzzed. It was a new message from Jimin.

She wants you to wear it and send us a picture of it

You laughed, but obliged happily. Getting into your car, you placed the mask over your face. You struck a pose you’d soon regret. You almost cried from laughing at how ridiculous you looked, but sent it anyway. Within seconds, Jimin replied with a cute selfie of him and Minseo. She was in mid giggle, with her missing teeth in view and Jimin was giving you a thumbs-up. Following the photo was another picture, but it was Minjoo with two ice cream cones in her hand. Her infamous smile was resting on her face perfectly, her eyes disappearing.

someone’s a happy camper again, Jimin typed.

You sat in your car, smiling like a fool at the family’s adorable pictures. A part of you was happy that they shared these moments with you. The other part was sad that you weren’t spending it with them. A love that you didn’t understand grew at the bottom of your heart. You desired to protect them and make sure that their happy smiles stayed on their faces.

she deserves that ice cream (:

i think you deserve some too ! (: have fun at work, (Y/N).

thanks Jimin haha

Midway through your shift, Kim entered the loud atmosphere. She greet you and ordered her usual. “Why are you so happy to see me? We were together all day.” You laughed at your giddy cousin.

Sipping her drink, she wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh you know why I’m so happy to see you. I want to know the details about you and Jimin.”

“Stop talking so loud, Wes is in the back.” You gestured over to your boss.

“I don’t care about Wes. He’s a horrible man and you know it. He’s not even your boyfriend.”

A sour taste filled your mouth. It was true, what Kim was saying. Wes wasn’t your boyfriend or anything romantically involved. He was your boss who you slept with to keep a job. He meant nothing to you, but you knew how he was when he got jealous or mad.

“No, he’s not my boyfriend, but I can still lose my job.” You kept your voice low

Kim rolled her eyes, “I wish you’d get your teaching license already so I can hire you to be my co-teacher. You wouldn’t have to fuck your way into a job.”

“For me to get my license, I have to stay in school. For me to stay in school, I have to pay a tuition.”

“I know and I wouldn’t mind lending you money.” Kim always offered to pay for your expenses, but you wouldn’t let her. You didn’t like owing money and you were too prideful.

“Kim.. are you here to judge me about my job because you can do that anytime you want. I know you didn’t come down to the club, past your bedtime to do that.” You joked. Kim usually didn’t leave her house past six because of how much work she needed to keep up with.

“Okay, so spill. How do you guys end up meeting? I refuse to believe that you guys hit it off in five minutes outside my classroom.” She giggled, so ready for the tea she was about to receive.

You sighed and leaned over the counter, “I met him when he was sitting right here.” You pointed at the counter right in front of Kim. Her eyes were the size of watermelons.

“He came to the club?!” She almost choked. “I guess that makes sense. He’s still young.”

“Yeah, I spoke to him a little. Made him my special drink.”

“You made him your special drink? (Y/N), he has children! Did you want him to die?” She rolled her eyes.

In your defense, you didn’t know he had children that night. “I didn’t know he had kids, Kim. He looked really exhausted, so I helped him out a bit. His friends were here with him and they took care of him, so he was okay. He left his jacket that night and I didn’t want anyone to steal it, so I held onto it for him. His car keys were in his pocket, so I parked his car into my spot before I left.”

“You parked? I’m surprised you didn’t crash.” You poured her another drink.

“Me too. And then, the next morning, I opened the door to your classroom and there he was. The twins were holding his hand and the man from the club was standing right in front of me. I thought I was never going to see him again, maybe once more for his jacket, but that would be it. I was super surprised when I found out he was a dad. He gave off a young vibe when he sat here.”

“Isn’t he cute? I never had anyone to talk about him with because your lazy ass wouldn’t join me for morning drop off.” A dreamy look came across her face.

“Why don’t you get with him?” You chuckled. She snapped out of her day dream and frowned.

“That’s weird, plus I don’t think he wants to get with me. I think he wants you.” She snickered, a smirk on her face.

The heat returned to your face, making an obvious red glow appear. “Stop, Kim. I’m trying to be his friend. The guy lost the love of his life not that long ago, that’s so insensitive.”

“That doesn’t stop you from blushing, though.”

“Whatever. Anyways, I got his number from the twins’ contact information. I wanted to give him back his things and then we met up out in the club parking lot. The twins made me promise to join them for dinner because they didn’t want me to leave.” A chill ran down your spine when you felt someone inching closer to you.

“Wes.” Kim whispered and you gulped. Turning around, you saw the man smiling at you.

“I was going to surprise you again.” Wes slung his arm around your waist. “Hey Kim. Isn’t it past your bedtime?” He laughed.

“Would you look at the time? I guess it is.” She said in the most monotone voice. She gathered her purse and paid for her drink.

“Don’t, Kim. It’s fine.” You gave it back to her. She rolled her eyes, but accepted it anyways.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, cuzzo.” She left and waved off.

You felt Wes’ wet lips coat your ear. “Wes, stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in such a long time. Are you avoiding me?” He smirked. His hands finding anyway to grab onto you.

“Why would I do that?” Your shaky hands couldn’t hold onto the bottles of alcohol. Wes scared you, so you kept you witty remarks to a minimum.

“Maybe you found a new guy to run off to.” He joked. You did. Since Jimin came into your life, you didn’t want to sleep with anyone. You didn’t want to flirt with guys or even think about anyone else.

“No way.” You croaked.

“Why don’t we leave this place and you get to leave your shift early today?” He muttered into your ear and you clenched the glass in your hand. Your grip was so tight that your knuckles turned white.

“Am I still getting paid for the rest of my hours?” That was all you cared about --- the money. He chuckled darkly and nodded. His eyes were filled with lust as he stared at you.

You sighed and took off your apron. You hurried to get changed and clocked out. Getting into your car, you rushed over to Wes’ house. The path brought back horrifying memories.

You hated having to sleep with him, but you didn’t have a choice. You were desperate and the offer was handed to you on a silver platter. However, it just made you feel like less of a person. It made you feel ashamed of yourself.

He wasn’t even good in bed either. It wasn’t even enjoyable if you wanted to like it. Wes didn’t last long and you were never one who was satisfied. It was all about him and his needs.

You arrived at the same time as him and you followed him into his dingy house. Unbuttoning your shirt, you just wanted to get it over with and leave.

Your phone rang when you and Wes finished. You tried to bring your heart rate down as you reached for your phone. You answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” You answered, catching your breath.

“Hey (Y/N).” It was Jimin. You shot up in bed and Wes looked at you strangely. “I was wondering if you were busy.”

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” You got up to take the call in another room, so Wes wouldn’t hear.

“Nothing, there’s nothing wrong. I wanted to take you on that offer about a dinner. I bought way too much food and the girls insisted for me to call you.” You could hear the twins giggling in the background. They were calling your name and yelling incoherent things.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled into the receiver.

“Oh... I mean.. you don’t have to-- if you have work, I completely understand. This was super spontaneous.” Jimin rambled on and on, he wasn’t expecting you to agree.

You laughed quietly, “I’m off early tonight. I was going to call you when I changed.” You weren’t, but you thought a small lie wouldn’t hurt.

“Okay. Well, I’ll text you my address.” Jimin cleared his throat and you said your farewells before hanging up. You walked back into Wes’ room to put your clothes back on.

“Where are you going?” He asked you, putting his phone down.

You made up a random excuse, “Kim called. She left something at school and her car ran out of gas. It’s really important.”

“Alright.” He didn’t bother to listen to you anymore after you two fucked. He didn’t care about you after the deed.

You showed yourself out and made sure your makeup looked okay before heading to Jimin’s house. It wasn’t a long drive and he actually lived near Kim. Your stomach churned from nervousness and excitement. You were actually going to have dinner with them.

It must’ve been a while since you made that promise and you were starting to believe it was never going to happen. But there you were, making your way to your favorite family.

Dinner wasn’t at all uncomfortable. The twins wouldn’t allow for it to be a lick of silence. Jimin had made two dishes and the rest were take out. It was all your favorite kinds of food.

Their house was very cozy and neat. There were occasional toys scattered near the couch, but overall it was nice. Everything was organized and the house wasn’t too small or too big. It was perfect.

You always felt like your apartment was too big for you because you live alone. There were way too many rooms that you didn’t need and it was majority empty.

Halfway through dinner, the door was being jiggled. Jimin got up as the Minseo turned in her seat to see who it was. Minjoo sneakily stole a sausage off Minseo’s plate. Before Jimin could open the door, it opened on its own.

“Wow Jen, good job at being fashionably late.” Jimin commented and let a young woman in. She had similar features to the twins, you had to do a double take. Her hair was long and thin. She didn’t look much older than you and definitely not older than Jimin. Her frame was petite and she fell right at Jimin’s chin. She handed Jimin bags filled with pastry boxes.

“I told you I was only stopping by for dessert and packing some food for my lunch.” She smiled, even her smile was beautiful. She had rows of straight whites and small dimples on her cheek. Her big eyes landed on you, then back at Jimin, then back at you. “Thank god I bought extra. I knew you were going to invite someone and not tell me. You always do that.”

You wondered as to who she was. Was she his sister? Was she his girlfriend? The last thought made you nervous and your heart drop. It had to be that. You were probably misreading Jimin’s actions. They seemed comfortable, and she knew all his detailed habits. She also had the key to their house. Kim didn’t even have a key to your apartment.

“I’m Jen.” She stuck out her hand to introduce herself. You shook it.

“I’m (Y/N).” You faked a smile, dishearten at how much more beautiful she was up close. The twins hopped out of their seats to hug Jen. They had their cheeks filled with rice, but it didn’t stop them from getting cradled in her arms.

“How have my girls been?” That was it. That was the final clue. Jen was Jimin’s girlfriend. Why else would she refer to them as her’s?

Dinner was becoming hard to swallow because of the knot in your throat. Jimin sat back down and noticed your distracted face. “(Y/N), you okay?”

You removed yourself from the rejoiced scene and saw the confusion in Jimin’s eyes. “I’m fine. I was just trying to guess what was in those boxes.” You lied.

Jen laughed, even her laugh was adorable! “They’re cupcakes.”

Minseo gasped, “cupcakes?! It’s it the---”

“---double chocolate chip with strawberry icing? What else would it be?” She finished Minseo’s sentence and the young girl thanked her repeatedly.

“You spoil them too much.” Jimin mumbled.

Jen scoffed, “says the one who got them ice cream today. You got Minjoo two cones.”

You were starting to feel left out as they bantered like a couple. You felt like an intruder, a stranger. The twins were busy flicking rice at each other’s faces and Jimin and Jen were laughing harmoniously together.

And you sat at the end of the table, swirling your utensils in your bowl. You were wondering what excuse you could use to get yourself out of this atmosphere. This dinner didn’t go as how you thought it was going to be. You were bathing in your jealousy and silence.

You saw the happiness in Jimin’s eyes as he spoke to Jen. Her nose crinkled when she laughed from time to time. She was the epitome of a female. You were envious, you had to admit. Her slender hands rested on the top of Minjoo’s head as she started braiding the child’s silky black hair that resembled her’s. It was a picture perfect family and you felt guilty for ever deciding it was okay to intrude.

[A/N]: sorry nothing interesting as really happened yet, it’s a slow build up !! but thank you for reading and stay tuned for more chapters ((:

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The Field Trip Thoughts

Because there is a lot of them

Spoilers for HSMTMS Below

First off, Gina and Ej are adorable. I don’t ship Portwell romantically but I adore their friendship

I’m sorry Ej is the president of the AV club?!?!?! He’s been a part of the club for, what, like two weeks? Go big or go home I guess

I love Nini’s outfit

RICKY USE YOUR EYES!!!

i see that a common theme this season is Ricky not being able to see what is right in front of him.

I know Ricky is going through stuff. I’m a firm supporter of the Ricky needs therapy campaign.

Gp better be Ej’s contact name for Gina or I will riot

“Are you announcing the fall musical, I vote Dear Evan Hansen.”

two evans and possibly a third #joeserafiniforevan

YA KOURT IS STILL ON COSTUME CREW WE STAN AN ACTOR/TECHIE

“SPEECH SPEECH”

i love dara’s laugh

“Can you not keep your phone on silent in rehearsal like everyone else?” “’Sorry, everyone’, is what Carlos would say if he were more like me.”

I smell tension. They seem kind of tense this episode. I don’t know where it came from, there wasn’t really any build up bc thats how seblos rolls. Like they were completely fine last episode. Maybe Seb is just fed up or something happened off screen?

im just happy we’re getting seblos content lmao

“Terrible line”

“Oh my god is your phone hungry i don’t understand.”

In the “previously on HSMTMTS” segment in episode 5, Carlos mentioned he was slightly scared to be on stage. he seems so effing stressed and irritated this episode more than usual. Carlos for the love of god talk to your boyfriend and eat a snickers.

I think the North High stuff has gone to his head.

GAHH SEB’S COSTUME

okay carlos honey i love you but how can do you know north high stole your beast mask because a bit of fur is sticking out of a trunk. they have fur too.

guys look around the room first it could have fallen but nOoOo you assume they committed a felony right off the back.

“Let it go” the kids of east high did not in fact let it go.

I AM DIANE AND I LOVE NORTH HIGH

yes, bring the loudest kids in the school to go steal something, thats an excellent idea.

and bring the kid who cant lie for sh!t im talking about you seb

RICHARD BOWEN YOU DO NOT SCREAM YOUR SCHOOL NAME IN THE ENEMY SCHOOL WTF

Carlos looks so done with everyone I feel you man, i feel you

north high looks more like pottery barn than an actual high school. Seriously, who or what is funding this place?

Miss Jenn: tells the kids to let it go and not go steal the mask.

Also Miss Jenn: goes to north high

GET AWAY FROM GINA YOU MFER

ej is wearing the gayest shirt in history how does that north high boy believe they’re dating

nice save, ej.

the faking dating was one of the best scenes of the episode.

AWWW EJ

im so happy gina is finally getting the attention she deserves. like i said earlier, i dont ship portwell but gina needs friends and ashlyn and ej are some pretty good friends. they have her back and that’s what i think gina needs.

LILY IS EVIL BUT SHE LOOKS GOOD DOING IT

kourtney darling lower your voice youre on a heist not shopping for shoes

nini you have done nothing for this heist why are you here?

for the record, i don’t hate nini, but shes probably one of my least favorite characters. i liked her in episode 6 and season 1 tho.

the main kids all share one braincell they didn’t check the box where they originally thought the mask was.

“I want one”

Wow, you guys got caught. Between the Wildcats, loud voices, and large crew I would have never guessed.

SEB’S FACE WHEN NORTH FINDS THEM IM DYING.

The aggressiveness of Antoine’s french is killing me.

zacky roy what are you doing?

LILY AND THE FLASHLIGHT

carlos getting fired up

“fugly” dramatic gasp

“Oh yeah, what if we bop to the top” I HAVE WAITED 17 EPISODES FOR MEAN/AGGRESSIVE/ANGRY SEB IT WAS WORTH IT

GO OFFF SEBBY

carlos’ “honey calm tf down” face

“honey no” “honey yes”

East High is confused by a dance off (so am i) but then preform a musical number to save their teacher from getting fired complete with original a original song and dance

“That’s weird even for me”

LILY DONT YOU EFFING DARE INSULT ASHLYN I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

“She’s better than this” Next scene is Miss. Jenn dancing with the enemy

Around you is my least favorite song of the season. That being said, the singing is good

RICKY LOOK THE OTHER WAY

“Tom Holland on stilts”

“That man is ridiculous and you should dump him and date me” ANTOINE THAT IS A HORRIBLE THING TO SAY BUT ITS SO FUNNY

i love antoine

dj antoine in the house!

“I knew you all didn’t like the Mob Song”

“What kind of budget” THANK YOU KOURTNEY

nini straight up said “see ya”

how is no one questioning why someone is in costume? didn’t lily say no costumes?

also how is howie beast playing guitar with those gloves?

YAY KOURTNEY

ANDREW BARTH FELDMAN EVERYONE

seb really said “go get em babe”

CARLOS POP OFF

i love how frankie was singing in his lower range or it was just autotune

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU YASSSSS

nice save, antoine. do i ship? idk, but it was cute.

mob song was good. the solos were pretty good as well as the dancing but the background track...not my style. it was enjoyable tho.

SALTY BIG RED

“No, Nini’s Rose Song.”

im so glad they addressed why the rose song cant be used. its a really good song and olivia sings it perfectly but it doesn’t make sense for the plot and you cant alter text.

“Ej you had one job”

nini really likes leaving

Zack you are an adult it is high school theater not the World Series

“it’s just a song, ricky” I think you kinda, ya know wasn’t “just a song”. Out of the Old wasn’t “just a song”. All I want wasn’t “just a song”. How is Rose Song any different?

gina and ej goofing off is awesome

seb and carlos being the theater dads watching over their children

ope- howie turn your phone off

carlos and seb really said “bye, have fun” THEY BOLTED

ummm...yeah

you can see how much howie regretted in that moment

“I’m Nina” ooo interesting is she going to go by Nina now?

Overall, I really enjoyed the episode. The stakes are high and I’m glad the other relationships are getting screen time. The balance was good this week, I wish it was like this every week. My only issue is how underdeveloped the plot was this episode, but beside that it was pretty good.

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