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[motherofturtleducks]

what even is your blog? I always try to psycho analyse accounts but your content just all over the place with AU's and memes and headcanons and plushies and a momo fanfic?? I can't see through the blog to the person, it's like there's at least 3 different people running this account? maybe get some consistency?

Oh no!

Ah you caught me! You’re absolutely right! you see, this blog is slave to the whims of one poor brain cell being passed around 13 different people aka the Blogsquad, so naturally the content varies depending on where the braincell has been hanging out before visiting me! 

In case you’re new here, the Blogsquad are a bunch of the most amazingly smart, creative, sweet and above all chaotic people I stumbled across on this site! Or more accurately they stumbled across me figuring out how this site works (newsflash, I still haven’t figured it out but I don’t think I’m really meant to?) I truly am blessed to have been adopted by them back when I first came to this site to hide from the real world a few months ago, they brighten my day, bring joy in my life, enable and support me and have an unlimited supplie of love and pet pics!

Now for those wondering who these awesome people are! the Blogsquad consists of me (duh), @sifuzuko, @nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice, @aboutiroh, @visit-ba-sing-se, @your-royal-momoness, @limit-list, @flameo-hotman, @firelord-sunflower, @foiblepnoteworthy, @azu1as, @wholittophonfire and last but certainly not least, our latest member @whats-a-reading!

Thank you anon for giving me the excuse to make a post that is a love letter to the Blogsquad, a blog rec list (although tbh if you follow me you’re also following at least 2/3 of them) and the official announcement that we’ve welcomed our new chaos member into the squad, who impressed us with high quality content but most of all overwhelming love, because honestly we might pretend to be mostly chaos and atla stuff but really we’re all softies screaming our love for each other 💖

[scuttle-buttle]

WC: 2261

Rated: M

Tags: angst, medical issues, pregnancy complications, hurt/comfort, anxiety, brief mentions of medical procedures but no gore, nothing is technically sad, fluff, papa laszloooo

A/N: honestly tho I am sorry. also i maybe cried a little writing this, which is a first. also also everybody is fine in this it's just emotional

Blame @hardlyinteresting

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"Three weeks…. Three weeks little bean…" you mumble as you rub your protruding stomach after a particularly harsh kick to your ribs. The chair was a sweet relief to your ankles after a long day at work and doing some light chores around the house all afternoon. You had three weeks until you hit 39 weeks into your pregnancy. As much as you were anxious you were ready. Ready to not feel like a bloated whale. Ready to not have sore feet. But most of all, ready to hold your baby girl.

Laszlo had been trying to convince you to take it easy and start maternity leave early, but you resisted. The last thing you were about to do is nothing. Most first pregnancies went late anyway, you'd argued, so you didn't worry about it yet. I’m pregnant, not dying - give me another week, you'd told him.

What you didn't tell him was about the headaches. Or how sore your legs were. Or how absolutely exhausted you'd been feeling the last couple weeks. Whenever he would ask if you were alright or offer a foot rub you would just brush it off as third trimester woes. You didn't want to worry him.

You were sat in an armchair in the parlor, feet propped up, damp rag over your eyes. The droning from the tv had your nerves on edge. All you wanted to do was take some tylenol and feel better, but you had been knocking back more than was probably safe the last few days so you went without.

A sudden pain shoots through you causing the rag to fall onto your chest. “Ohh...ow? OW!” You sit up straighter as the ache persists; the dull throbbing in your upper abdomen unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Were you in labor early? Did she just kick in a bad spot? No no - surely the pain would’ve died down by now had that been the case. Unless? Can babies kick so hard they rupture something? Did my kid just bust my liver? Your thoughts run rampant as you wait, in vain, for the pain to go away. The pricking behind your eyes and in your temples only made it more hellish. Pressing your palm to the spot does nothing, nor do the breathing exercises you had been taught.

When five minutes have passed by without relief you make the choice to call out for your husband. “Laz?” No response. “Laszlo!” A beat passes; nothing. You swallow through your building nausea.

“I swear to fucking-” you growl as you snatch your phone from the end table to your left. You use all your concentration to dial his number.

It rings four times.

“Bärchen, why are you call-”

You don’t let him finish. “Something’s wrong.”

______

Head thrown back into the flat, starchy hospital pillow you groan in frustration. “permanent bedrest?” You scrub the hand not clutching your belly down your face.

The emergency room Obstetrician gives you a pitying look. “I’m afraid so - your blood pressure is high and we want to keep it under control to prevent outcomes such as pre-eclampsia. I recommend doing as little as absolutely possible; get rid of as many stressors as you can.” He flips through your chart. “You said you’ve been having headaches and fatigue for nearly two weeks? Why didn’t you come in sooner?”

Huffing, you tell him “I thought it was just part of the third trimester. Everyone always complains about how bad it is.” He hums in response.

“Well. I’m going to go take a final look at your labs, make sure everything else is fine before we discharge you. I’ll send in my Nurse Practitioner to give you the run down and anything else you’ll need to know. And should anything else like this happen again - get in here immediately.” He pats you awkwardly on the hand before nodding at Laszlo and leaving the room.

Laszlo.

Sparing a glance from the corner of your eye you see him looking towards his lap, his weaker hand cradled in the other. He’d been quiet since you admitted when your symptoms had first begun. Every single time he’d asked you how you were feeling you had lied to him. Granted, you didn’t technically know you were lying. But it makes little difference when you’re sitting in the ER. He had every reason to be upset.

“Laszlo honey,” you reach over to him. Slowly he takes your proferred hand and stands, coming to stop beside the bulky bed frame. His thumb caresses your wrist.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve examined the signs, kept a better eye on you.”

“Laz-”

“-No-”

“-I didn’t want to worry you, okay?-” Your voice breaks as you defend yourself.

“-I could’ve done something, maybe- I don't know!” His slightly raised voice startles you quiet. The pain in his eyes only makes you feel guiltier. He licks his lips. “I took the liberty of calling your mother. She will be here tomorrow afternoon and will be staying in the guest room as long as we need her.”

Now you look away, indignant. “I don’t need to be watched like I’m a child.” The tears behind your eyelids rush in; a lone drop trailing down your cheek as the embarrassment settles within your gut. You knew that at some point it was likely you would need her here. However you imagined it to be under happier circumstances. A deep inhale fails to calm your sobs. “I just- I don’t want to be a burden with all this.” Your tears flow freely now.

“My dear you could never be.” Laszlo sits on the edge of the bed. He rests his right palm above the swell of your child, his left cupping along the curve of your jaw. He tilts you to face him. “But the health of you and our girl is what is most crucial now. Let us take care of you. Please.”

A gentle kick underneath his palm from your daughter is answer enough.

__________

Two weeks. 14 days.

Lying in bed, sitting in the same spot for hours on end was actually going to be the death of you. You were sure of it.

Your mother truly has been a huge help since arriving. Laszlo wanted to start his paternity leave, but you insisted that he stay until you were closer to your due date. Which couldn’t come fast enough, you might add. Both Laszlo and your mother were prone to pestering you about some things, but at other times if you truly wanted to be alone they gave you your space. Now was one of those times. Laptop to your side, you watch another episode of Grey’s Anatomy. A knock sounds. You turn to see your husband standing in the doorway, the blood pressure monitor in arm.

He gives you a bright smile. “How are you two on this fine afternoon?”

“Cut it with the attitude, bucko. Let’s get this over with.” The words, while harsh, had little bite to them. His brow raises but he says nothing. You honestly felt bad that you’d been in a pretty foul mood since being discharged. On more than one occasion you’d said as much to Laszlo and your mother - they didn’t deserve your ire. Thankfully they understood why you were so frustrated.

You held the strap in place as he secured the velcro and started the machine. Buzzing filled the overall quiet room. Closed eyes you wait. Some days your results were higher than others. Unless you became higher than a certain threshold the doctor said you were safe to be home. At the sound of a beep Laszlo unhooks the cuff, reporting that your levels are within the acceptable range. When he goes to leave you alone you clutch at his sleeve. He waits as you peer up at him. “Stay?”

He never could say no to you.

______

Little bean’s ruthless treatment of your bladder had you up for the second time that night. You waddled to the bathroom to attend to your business and wash your hands. Glancing at the circles under your eyes in the mirror you sigh. “I love you baby bean but you’re giving me a run for my money here, kid,” you whisper as you rub your stomach. Three days, you remind yourself.

The floor creaks as you shuffle back to bed. Suddenly, an odd warm trickling sensation travels down your legs. “What the fuck?” Looking down around your bulging bump you find yourself standing in a small puddle, the glint of the bathroom night light reflecting off the surface. “Shit okay…ah Laszlo? Hey, I need you to wake up.”

He grumbles. With a roll of your eyes you walk over and shake him awake. “Hey- what-” he sits up instantly and blinks at you. “Is everything alright?”

“My water broke.”

He hops into action right away. Moving you to sit on the bed, he pulls out his cell phone to call your doctor. As he talks you watch him move around the room, the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, as he collects your hospital supplies. You feel useless as you sit. Yet, you know that your priority needs to be keeping yourself calm and that moving around could exacerbate your condition.

He hangs up. Coming to stand in front of you he presses a kiss to your forehead; “I’ll go wake your mother. Don’t move, Liebling.”

As you sit you blow out a long breath. You look down at your bump. “Guess you decided you’re ready to go, huh kid?” The tip of your fingers brush along the side of your stomach. “I know we’re ready for you too. We’re going to love you so much, and your daddy? He’s gonna be the best, you’ll see.” Placing your palms flat she nudges you from within.

_____

The doctors decided that a c-section was the safest route. You both knew it was a possibility, but you had hoped that after weeks of bedrest that your blood pressure would balance out enough for a natural delivery. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. They monitored you for an hour before your contractions began, officially confirming you were in fact in active labor and dilating. After the fourth hour your blood pressure began to spike again. That’s when they decided to prep you for the procedure.

The operation went smoothly. The atmosphere of the surgical suite was tense with your nerves, but Laszlo’s calming words and his hand squeezing yours kept the anxiety from spilling over. You even found it in you to poke fun at how ridiculous he looked in the puffy blue elastic hair cap he wore.

When the first cries rang out you nearly tried to hop off the table to see your baby. The doctors worked quickly to ensure you were in proper condition while the infant was cleaned.

“Dad? Would you like to come and cut the cord?” one of the nurses calls out.

Laszlo looks back at them before turning to face you. He searches your eyes for a moment; “go,” you nod with a smile. You watch as he did what the nurses instructed as best you could, her soft wails echoing in the small room. He returns to you right after while they finish wrapping her up in a blanket.

“She’s beautiful my dear,” your professor confesses. He leans to give you a lingering kiss. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”

“I love you so much.”

“As I love you.”

The doctor interrupts your moment. “Would you like to hold your baby girl?” The question is directed at you, but you look over to your husband. The man you love more than life itself. He stares at the little bundle as if she’s the most incredible sight he’s ever laid eyes on. He can’t take his gaze off her. His irises sparkle with unshed tears as he looks on with wonder.

“Laz?” Finally he breaks away. “Hold your little girl - she’s been waiting to meet her Papa.”

Carefully the doctor shifts his hold on the babe to slide her into Laszlo’s waiting arm. He swallows as he pulls her to his chest. Something caught between a sob and a laugh leaves him. You blink through your own tears at the sight of your husband and daughter, a sight so far beyond perfect there could be no words. Laszlo held her with such delicacy, such reverence. It was as if any moment she could slip away as though a dream.

“Hello there my little dove, I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you.” He doesn’t bother to wipe away the streams that fall from his eyes. “I’m your Papa and I-” he sniffs, looking towards the ceiling and blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. You rest your hand on his bicep. “I love you so very much. I would give you the world if I could. Your grandfather didn’t...he was not....” he pauses to gather himself. “To me you are the greatest gift I could ever receive. I will be the best father I can for you. A father worthy of you. Mein Gott, Ich liebe dich my darling dove.”

He continued to hold her in his arms until it was time to take you into the recovery room. When he had asked if you wanted her you simply shook your head. You would get your chance, you had a lifetime to do so. But your Laszlo needed this. He needed his little dove.

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[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 1

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: some angst ig, light cheating? (not really lol), mingyu is just flirty, female masturbation, mentions of alcohol and weed

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: it’s gonna get spicy soon just trust me ;)

Chapters: Next | Masterlist

30 minutes. That's how long you had spent anxiously perched in front of your computer, waiting for the familiar ring of the video call to echo through the speakers. You cycled between scrolling through social media, checking your reflection in the camera, and debating on whether or not to text Wonwoo. You understood that he was busy; it wasn't unusual for either of you to call a few minutes later than you had originally planned. But Wonwoo had never left you hanging for this long without an explanation. Normally, your mind would begin to fixate on the worst case scenario, but Wonwoo had already cancelled on you the past two weeks because he was busy working.

The loud vibration of your phone against your desk drew you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly picked it up and saw Wonwoo's name glowing across the screen. "Hello?" You answered quickly.

"Hey," Wonwoo's deep voice sounded through the phone. "You're gonna hate me," He chuckled.

"I could never," You replied. You already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.

"I can't FaceTime tonight." He explained. Even though you saw it coming, you couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that weighed heavy on your chest.

Your eyes met with the reflection displayed on the laptop screen. It taunted you, reminding you that Wonwoo's face wouldn't be there to replace it once again. "Well, I would be a lot happier right now if you told me that half an hour ago," You laughed bitterly. Running a hand through your hair, you quietly sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." Wonwoo apologized. His voice was laced with genuine sorrow; you could clearly picture the frown that lined his lips right now. He added after a moment of silence, "I don't wanna keep doing this to you, so I think we should change our date day. I've been working more Fridays lately."

You nodded despite him not being able to see you and hummed in agreement. "What day then?" You asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I still have to figure out my schedule. Just text me what works for you and I'll let you know soon, okay?" He sighed.

"Oh, okay... yeah." Your lips drew into a tighter line with each word he spoke.

"Okay, I have to get to get back to work right now. I'm sorry again." He continued quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The three tones signaled the end of the call, and slowly you pulled the phone away from your ear. Your tired reflection stared back at you. Finally, you shut the computer for the third Friday in a row.

The remainder of the weekend passed and you had barely heard anything from Wonwoo except for the usual good morning and goodnight texts. By the time Wednesday came around, the both of you finally agreed that Saturday could be your new set day for FaceTime dates. You powered through the rest of the week, and on Saturday you excitedly set aside all the work from your classes and waited patiently for Wonwoo to call.

You really missed him. It'd been just over two months now since you last saw him in person, when you moved into your dorm at a university three hours away from the one where you and Wonwoo met. He stayed behind while you transferred to a college with a renowned journalism program. At first, you were hesitant to leave him, but Wonwoo refused to let you give up such a great opportunity just to stay close to him. That was what you loved about him: he wanted to see you be happy and successful.

Situating yourself comfortably on the bed, you pulled up some random Netflix series to entertain yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. You only half paid attention, glancing between the computer screen and your Instagram feed on your phone. Time crawled, and slowly you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress below.

Cold, small hands shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, disoriented. The series you were watching was still playing quietly. Your roommate, Jisoo, stood next to your bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow. "You're passed out by 7 on a Saturday night?" A teasing smile was displayed across her face as she shut your laptop.

You suddenly realized that it was an hour past the time that Wonwoo had promised to FaceTime you. Your heart sunk in your chest as you thought about how you probably missed his call without an explanation. You picked up your phone, but quickly noticed the notification for a missed phone call from him, followed by a text that said: I'm so sorry, something came up I promise I'll call you tomorrow.

Jisoo surveyed you for a moment; a more serious expression began to cross her features. She sat down at the bottom of your bed. "Did something happen?"

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your hands. "Wonwoo cancelled on me again," You sighed, "But I shouldn't be mad at him for it. It's not his fault he's busy."

Jisoo tsked and patted your leg through the sheets. "Of course you can be upset! How many times has it been now?"

"This entire month. And he always cancels super late."

She scoffed, "See! That's shitty. If this was the first time it wouldn't have been a big deal. But four times?" She stood up quickly and opened up her wardrobe. "If he wants long distance to work, he needs to have better communication."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied. Jisoo held a black top up to her figure, observing herself in the mirror. "Where are you going?" You inquired.

"A party at the SVT frat. You know any of them?" She explained while changing her outfit.

You had heard of the frat before, but you racked your brain for any of their names and couldn't remember one. "I don't think so."

Jisoo faced you again and smiled. "Well, let's go."

You chuckled, "No way."

She pouted. "Come on. You haven't gone out with me I'm so long. You're in college!" Jisoo begged. "Just this once. You'll have fun."

Jisoo had a point. You really had nothing else better to do besides sit around and mope over Wonwoo ditching you. You let out an exhasperated sigh of defeat, "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes! Go get all cute and dressed up." She cheered.

You emerged from your bed and strolled over to your own closet. "Alright, I'll be quick."

You and Jisoo walked into the party hand in hand. Immediately, the stench of weed and sweat overwhelmed you. Loud music vibrated through the walls of the house and clashed with the sounds of people cheering and yelling. An intense game of beer pong captured the attention of most people in the main room, but you could see a separate crowd gathered in the kitchen too.

"Who do you know here again?" You shouted over the music at Jisoo, not seeing a single person you recognized so far.

She leaned closer to you so you could hear. "Choi Seungcheol. I have a chemistry class with him." She scanned the room and suddenly perked up. "Oh, there he is!" She called his name and pulled you along with her towards him.

He stood against the wall with a red cup in his hand, talking with another tall boy. At the call of his name, he looked over at the two of you and smiled brightly. "Jisoo! I'm so happy you made it." He exclaimed while wrapping his arm around her lower back. Seungcheol watched you with kind eyes as you approached him. "And who is this?" He asked Jisoo.

"This is my roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Seungcheol." She introduced you both and you smiled and gave a small wave to the two boys.

The other boy flashed you a sweet smile that caused his eyes to form into crescents. "I'm Seokmin. I live here with Cheol." He explained.

All four of you continued to converse casually until Seungcheol pointed to you and Seokmin and said, "Hey, why don't you two go get some drinks? We'll wait here." You swore you saw a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and you quickly glanced at Jisoo to see if she noticed it too, but her expression remained neutral. This was exactly why you strayed away from parties. You wanted to avoid any encounters with flirty, drunk frat boys. But Jisoo, who was basically a mind reader, didn't react, so maybe you were just being overly paranoid.

You nodded and walked over to the kitchen, Seokmin following close behind, and watched as he began to mix some drinks together for the four of you. He let out a frustrated sigh as one of the bottles of liquor reached its end. Seokmin peeked over his shoulder and shouted, "Mingyu! Can you get me the other bottle of vodka?" You perked up at the familiar-sounding name, but couldn't remember where you had heard it before.

A moment later a presence approached you and Seokmin from behind and set the bottle down on the counter. "Now you have to make me one too," The deep voice joked. You turned around and immediately recognized the tall figure.

"Mingyu?" You called out in surprise.

His eyes dragged over and met yours. His face lit up instantly as he recognized you. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" Mingyu laughed.

Seokmin turned around and handed a cup to Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "You guys know each other?" He questioned.

You grabbed your own cup and took a sip of the bittersweet mixture. "Yeah, we have a digital media class together." You said before smirking at Mingyu. "I didn't think you were the frat boy type."

Mingyu rested his right hand on the counter beside you, almost trapping you in between the wood and his body. "I guess I'm just full of surprises," He replied.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his flirty response. This was a whole new side of him that you had never seen before in class. Granted, he was most likely tipsy and maybe even a bit high, but in class he was usually polite and reserved. He cracked jokes with you sometimes, but you never expected him to be so bold. On top of that, he always had his hair styled back neatly. Now, his dark hair fell over his forehead in messy curls. His skin was sheathed in a light layer of sweat, and the muscles in his arms and chest were suddenly more prominent under his white tee in the dim light of the house. You had to admit, he was ridiculously attractive.

"I'm gonna go give this to Cheol and Jisoo," Seokmin interrupted before leaving the kitchen with both cups in his hands.

Silently, you started behind him and Mingyu walked with you. "So what are you doing here?" He asked again as the two of you rounded the corner and entered the living room.

"My roommate was invited and made me go with her," You told him. You continued to sip your drink, basking in the warm feeling that the alcohol left in your chest.

"Makes sense. I didn't expect you to be a party girl." He teased. His arm slowly snaked around your waist and squeezed your hip lightly. Your skin tingled beneath his touch but you didn't give him any physical reaction, opting to just ignore the grip he had on you.

Your jaw dropped in a fake gasp. "You think I'm boring or something?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I never said that," He responded with a smirk on his lips.

Seungcheol and Jisoo had migrated from the spot where they previously stood, so you scanned the crowded room for the long haired girl. Finally you noticed her sitting close to Seungcheol on the couch. You could see they were laughing about something and considering Seokmin wasn't hovering near them anymore either, you decided to leave them be.

Mingyu noticed where you were looking and raised his eyebrows at you when you turned back to look at him. "Well, I guess my roommate is busy," You rolled your eyes.

You had forgotten about Mingyu's hand on your waist until he squeezed it again. "Good thing you have me then," He bantered. Your skin flushed; you slightly leaned into his touch. It had been so long since you felt someone else's hands roam across your body. You missed the feeling.

Mingyu slowly pulled your body closer to his until your chest was centimeters away. You gulped and dragged your eyes up to meet his. He stared at you intensely, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your breathing hitched as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "You're so pretty," He muttered. It felt like fire had lit up your entire body. Your nerves tingled and your brain felt fuzzy and you hated to admit it but you could feel arousal growing between your legs. Somehow Mingyu pulled you even closer than before and you felt his hard cock brush against your thigh through his jeans. His tongue darted out against his lips and he inched his face towards yours. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered just inches away from you lips.

Guilt imprisoned you as soon as he said those words. They reminded you of where you were, and what you were planning on doing. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I have a boyfriend," You admitted briskly.

Mingyu stared at you in confusion. "What?"

Shame overtook you. Wonwoo had trusted you to remain loyal, and here you were at a frat party, leading on some poor boy from your class.

Mingyu lightly grabbed your wrist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should've asked-" He started, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry. This is my fault." You apologized and pulled your wrist out of his grasp. You looked at him; he stared at you with a sorrowful gaze. The regret on your face was evident and he knew that he had helped in bringing this guilt upon you.

"I- I have to go do something," You added before turning around and darting towards the door. You didn't bother to turn around or look for Jisoo, you just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Once you were outside, you inhaled a sharp breath and pulled out your phone to call for an Uber. You waited near the street, sending a text to Jisoo to let her know that you felt sick and went home while you waited.

Eventually the Uber pulled up and you hurriedly sat down and told the driver where to go. You breathed a sigh of relief as they finally pulled away from the frat.

The drive was short, but you spent every one of those few minutes replaying the night's events in your mind. Your flesh still tingled in the places where Mingyu had touched you. Guilt haunted you, but you attempted to lessen that burden by reasoning with yourself. You missed Wonwoo. A lot. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face and of course feeling his touch against your skin. You hadn't been fucked in over two months now, so it was no wonder that any bit of physical affection would have such a strong effect on you. What mattered is that you stopped it before anything happened. You could live with that, you decided. All you had to do now was just clear up things with Mingyu next week, deal with any awkwardness between you two, and focus on Wonwoo.

When you arrived at your dorm, you quickly changed your clothes, cleansing yourself of the faint smell of weed and the remnants of Mingyu's touch. Not long after, exhaustion began to take over your body. You laid down on the bed, not even bothering to check your phone before closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you.

You weren't sure what time you fell asleep, but you awoke some time later and glanced at the clock. 11:54 PM. You stretched your arms behind your head and yawned as you scanned the room. Jisoo was still gone. You closed your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep, but your mind began to race.

You could clearly picture Mingyu's lust-filled eyes staring down at you, his hands running over your waist and pulling you towards the heat of his body. The glow of his skin, the messy curls hanging over his forehead, the fullness of his lips as he asked in his husky voice if he could kiss you—the images and sensations swirled around in your thoughts.

In a half asleep daze, you rubbed your thighs together. Friction built between your legs. You groaned quietly as your mind revisited how you felt when Mingyu's hands were on your body. More arousal began to pool in your heat, your underwear clinging to your wetness.

Languidly, you ran your hand down your stomach and toyed with the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling the fabric down your legs. You imagined Mingyu's sharp eyes staring at you from between your thighs as you ran your fingers through your slick folds. Arousal coated your fingers and you began to rub your clit in slow circles. You pretended that Mingyu's thick fingers were the ones teasing your clit, making your legs jolt each time you pressed the right spot.

You moaned quietly and began to grope your own breast. You squeezed and flicked your nipple, causing a quiet gasp to fall from your lips. You pulled your hand away from your clit and slowly pushed two fingers into your dripping heat. "Mmh, Mingyu," You groaned under your breath. You imagined his deep voice saying the dirtiest things to you as he pumped and curled his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped as you hit a particular spot that made you arch your lower back. You continued pumping your fingers at a fast pace until the knot building in your lower stomach snapped. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a sharp whine as an intense feeling of euphoria washed over your body.

Your body relaxed against the sheets as your heart rate began to slow and exhaustion overtook you once again. You sighed contently and wrapped yourself in your blankets, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You promised yourself that you would never do that again.

[xyntix]

Have a slice of a fic I started a couple weeks ago. I need some motivation and feedback would be highly appreciated.

Do I have a thing for the leader in blue with dumbass tendencies? Yup and so do you or what ya doin' here?

Leoxoc

Warning: swearing

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"The name is Neon, by the way. My friends call me that. My actual name is," she paused, "Giselle..." Was she embarressed by the name? Leo couldn't see anything about it that would make her not like it.

"I like it."

"Thanks, Leo."

More silence.

"I think I gotta go now," Leo finall announced. These few useful braincells told him to give her space and that he would do. After all this was a lot to take in. "Yeah, good night." The mutant turtle acknowledged her good bye with a nod before turning away to get back to the lair. Before he could take his third step, he heard her ask quietly, "Will I see you again?"

Leo smiled.

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"Wow, guess who's back. The drama queen." "Don, don't be so mean." "It's alright, Mikey," Leo assured his little brother and gave him a pat on the head. "Where did you go off to, sulking?", Donnie asked, his eyes never leaving the screen if his tablet. "Places." "Did you talk to the girl?", Raph asked the moment he popped up behind some work out machine Donnie built some time ago. "Maybe."

"Really? Come on, Leo. How did it go? Is she cool? What is her name? Tell me! Please! Leo! Best bro! Please!", Mikey begged. "Yeah, Leo. Don't leave out all the juicy details.", Raph said. "I am sure I can pull up a traffic camera or something and maybe even some audio material.", Don stated with a smug grin. "Fine! Her name is Neon. She is pretty cool and she has girlfriend problems. Happy now?"

A collective 'Oh' left the brother's mouths. "Yeah, girlfriend sounded like a crazy person so guess it is not too bad.", Leo added. "Well, good for you.", Don said before turning his attention back to his devices. "Yeah, now you could actually stand a chance.", Raph tried to cheer his brother in blue up. "Dude, he said girlfriend. Who knows if she is actually into male mutated turtles.", Mikey said. "Well, maybe she is?", Raph defended his point. "Doubt it.", Donnie added just for the sake of doing so.

"does it matter? She didn't freak out so maybe I might have just made a friend. Let's celebrate!" "Yay, CELEBRATE!" "Mikey, shut up. Pops will kick our shells if we wake him.", Raph whisper-yelled

"I'd say it is way too late for that."

Oh shit.

Whatever was being held was dropped in an instant. Every turtle ran towards their own room aa if their shells depended on it.

"G'night pops!"

"Love you!"

"See ya tomorrow!"

"Kisses!"

Then, Splinter was left alone in the living room with only an amused smile on his face.

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"And then I said: These fish look all washed up. Amazing, am I right or am I right?", Leo told Neon excitedly about one of their missions. "You are always right, Leo.", the girl joked. "Course I am!", he agreed, pride blooming in his chest. The movie playing on the laptop was only background noise at that point.

"Hey, Le. Gimme the cookies." "Nope." The fun atmosphere was gone within a mere second. "Leon, the cookies. Now." "Nu-hu-" "LEONARDO!" And the turtle, dressed in a blue unicorn onsie, went running. "HA! You are so slow! Who is the turtle now?" "You little shit."

This little game of tag kept going for about 10 minutes before the girl quit. "I surrender. Keep the cookies. Holy fuck.", the girl panted. "Naw, little G is tired? Does little G want a cookie?", Leo babies her in a teasing voice. "I swear I will have your shell served on a silver platter if you keep this up."

Despite the threats it was all in good fun and the comfort of coping with bad puns was something Giselle didn't think she needed until the day they met.

"Hey staler, you will wanna watch this movie?" "How mamy times do I have to tell you, I did not stalk you. It was an accident." "Mhhm, sure", Giselle giggled.

"You should be glad you are cute-"

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing!", Leo claimed

"I could swear you said I was cute-"

"Did not."

Giselle leaned forward, almost half way laying on him. "You sure?", she feigned innocent

[rogue-barnes-16]

YOU'LL LEAVE TOO

Summary: The aftermath of Thanos and the snap left the Avengers destroyed, and one by one, they leave the compound in order to find themselves. Natasha realizes everyone would eventually leave her behind, so she does her best to make things easier for Y/n.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: angsty

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Warnings: language, angsty shit

A/N: ——————

"New Asgard?" I questioned, looking at Thor quite confused. "That sounds... Kinda difficult." I stated, resting against the wall as he picked up his things.

"It will be, but I have the help of my people." he stopped his motions and a blank stare emerged from the depths of hid mourning. "or what is left of them..."

In that moment, Natasha showed up, bringing with her five dishes for us to be able to serve whatever she had been cooking a few minutes ago. "Where are you going?"

"Norway." I replied with my arms crossed, observing how the redhead slowly put the dishes down on the table. "gonna fund New... Asgard."

"Oh..." a sad look made its way to the blond woman. "Uh... Would you need help? We could lend a hand."

"It will be alright." Thor replied, politely turning down Natasha's offer. "I have Brunnhilde there." he grabbed his things gave us both a hug. "I will come visit as soon as I can."

Natasha formed a small smile, which suppressed her melancholy, in order to give Thor a nice goodbye.

As he left, I peeked, concerned, at the woman besides me, who hugged her arms staring at the dishes with lost eyes. "I'll put one back."

"Make it two." I mumbled. "Rhodey's staying in California for another month."

Natasha nodded, retired the pair she had been told to, and walked away in complete silence.

I exited the stance right after her, and made my way to the open concept kitchen, just to find Natasha sitting in one of the stools with her chin laid on her intertwined knuckles, her elbows resting over the counter.

"Nat..." as soon as she heard my soft whisper, she wiped away the tears I didn't notice that had started to be spilled from her green eyes.

"Yeah?" she looked over her shoulder to face me.

My first intention was to ask her if she was okay, but that question had already been answered, so I walked over to her and placed both my hands over her shoulders, squeezing them softly. "I'll set the table, go to the couch and chill there for a while, alright?"

One of her hands went up to grasp one of mines, her head slightly tilted to that same side as she nodded. "Alright." She lifted her gaze to stare at me, to which I responded with the warm smile she needed. "Thank you, Y/n."

I dismissed her gratitude with a shake of my head, switching places with her, and due to the sadness I was so bad trying to hide, I almost missed the way her hand briefly brushed mine.

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I was sketching Steve while he was working, when Natasha came into the room, chatting with Bruce.

"If you ever need anything," she started, handing him the bag he had left in the facility the day he had moved out.

"I won't hesitate on telling you, I promise." Bruce finished with a bittersweet smile on his face. "take care Nat."

Steve and I both waved him goodbye; Natasha just stood still, her arms crossed, for a couple of seconds before grabbing her ballerinas and leaving to train.

"She's doin' it again." Steve stated concerned in low voice, his gaze leaving the laptop for an instant to observe the door through which Natasha had walked away.

"Can you blame her, though?" I questioned rhetorically, my eyebrows raised at the blond man in front of me.

"You should check on her." Steve suggested. "she opens up with you more than with me." he explained before I could even formule a single question about why should it be me.

"Don't think she needs to open up." I replied, redirecting my attention back to the sketch. "She's gonna miss him, just like she misses Tony, just like she misses Rhodey and Thor." I placed the pencil over the sheet of paper and took a second before saying the following words. "just like we miss 'em all."

Steve let his face fall on his hands in defeat as that dreadful silence reigned in the room.

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"I'll keep some things here, though." Steve informed us, picking up the car keys from the table. "If you don't mind, of course."

"don't be an idiot, will you?" Natasha spoke with a half smile on her face. Steve chuckled and pulled her into a side hug before she pecked his cheek. "Take care, Steve."

It took us a hot second to even move from our original positions after our blond friend had left our so-called home to move to an apartment in Brooklyn, when he wouldn't have to deal with the guilt and the regret echoing through the immense halls and countless stances.

Natasha was the first one to leave the room, numbly grabbing her ballet shoes to make her way down the hallway to reach the gym.

I was just not as fast, but soon i decided to follow that advice Steve had given me not so long ago and go check on her. Maybe she really didn't need to open up about anything, maybe she only needed a shoulder to cry on.

Assuming that Natasha would have already started a routine, I didn't rush to reach the gym at all. However, to my surprise, when I got to the entrance, I was greeted with the view of the woman sat on a bench,sniveling while hugging her sides, the ballet shoes on and her two-toned hair covering her face.

Whatever I had been holding inside was triggered by that sight, and flooded out in the form of painful tears that seemed to burn my skin. "Hey..." she only shook her head shortly, yet vigorously, as I approached her. "Hey." I repeated, kneeling in front of her, my hands holding both her cheeks. This time she did look at me trough bloodshot eyes that most likely mirrored mines. "It'll get better, I promise." She sniffed and I pulled her into a hug, which acted as a perfect substitute for the kiss I was dying to give her. "You still have me here, and I'm not leaving alright?"

She nodded, burying her face on my neck, where I felt a feather kiss. "Damnit, I was dying to get rid of you." Her voice was weak but playful as she pulled away. "You're a pain in the ass." I chuckled, brushing my thumb over her cheek to wipe her tears as she did the same with mines, lovingly. "But you're my pain in the ass, right?" Her hand rested over my cheek, her green eyes flickering to my lips before coming back to mines, desperately looking for the answer she needed to her question.

"Damn sure I am." I replied, getting up with my eyes fixed on her. "Were you gonna start a routine?" I questioned, running my fingers through her hair as she leaned in to rest her forehead against my stomach, nodding as a response to my inquiry. "I'll braid your hair." She mumbled a 'thank you' whilst letting her hands linger on my outer thighs just a little bit more.

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It was late night when I noticed Natasha was no longer on the other side of the bed, her place to sleep for a couple of months by now.

I looked for her first in the gym, then outside, in the rooftop garden where she would sometimes go. After not finding her there, I decided to make my way had become her office. Maybe Rhodey or Okoye called, or maybe Carol and Rocket had updates on anything.

She was all alone, sat in her chair.

"What's wrong?"I asked, resting against the doorframe.

"You'll leave too." she stated, trying too hard for that beautiful smile of hers to stay in her face while she looked at me, which she wasn't being able to achieve. "and that's alright."

"Nat please, please don't cry." I begged, leaving the door frame in order to reach her sitting on the chair. "why- I'm not leaving, I promise, please don't cry."

"God I'm sorry." she took a deep breath in order to calm herself down. "I promise it's alright, you gotta get yourself a life, it's just late and" she scoffed, rapidly wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I think I'm having a mental breakdown" she tried to laugh it off but I was too concerned to fall into laugh with her, no matter how contagious that melodic sound was. "I promise it's alright, Y/n."

"I'm not leaving you." I replied, kneeling in front of the redhead when she slowly shook her head, averting her eyes from me. "Natasha, why on earth would you say that."

"I'm just trying to make it easier for you." She replied, shrugging. "I don't want you to feel bad, I'll get by just fine." tears were spilled again, jumping off her bottom eyelids. "I promise." her breath was ragged, and my eyes were getting watery. "I'm sorry for keeping you here all this time, I really am." She shook her head, her lower lip quivering and her eyes shut.

"Nat–"

"I'm so sorry..."

"Natasha, please, look at me." I lifted her chin, obliging her to stay eye to eye with me. "You're not making me stay." I brushed her hair off her face and said fuck it to second guessing my words about my feelings. "I'm staying because I love you, because you make this feel home even if it really isn't, I'm staying because everything feels less awful when I'm with you, because-"

I completely missed the hopeful glimpse in her eyes before she, as fast as a lightning, threw herself off the chair, her lips attaching to mines in a kiss that, despite the innocence it carried, took my breath away.

"I love you... I love you love you." She whispered, her eyes closed and her forehead resting against mine, now both of us kneeled on the floor.

"Yeah?" I questioned, intertwining my fingers with hers as she nodded slowly. "I love you love you too."

"I know, dumbass." She replied with a smirk on her face that I could see after I pulled away. "That's why I kissed you." I shook my head with a smile on my face, wiping my tears away. "Are you stayin?"

I raised my eyebrows. "You're such an oblivious idiot when it comes to me, Romanoff." I stated, getting up and pulling her with me. "Let's get some sleep alright?"

"Alright." She answered. Holding my hand and pecking my lips before following me back to our room.

[transienturl]

the first half of the ask post you didn't reblog because you're doing them all anyways

Thanks, me!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?Option 7, None of the above: highball glass. I looked up the glassware model I like; apparently the manufacturer calls them “nordic cooler glasses.” I much prefer glassware made of glass to any other type, and dislike the ridges/patterns on a lot of drinking glasses. Yep, I’m this picky.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?Chocolate. I like chocolate’s texture and the way it melts, and I don’t like eating bits of paper.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?Cotton candy. Bubblegum is gross.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?Uhh… hm. “Smart,” probably, which wasn’t particularly helpful. They probably had a bunch more to say but I don’t remember what anymore.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?I like this ask post! As mentioned, glass cups. I like how soda cans feel in the hand but the drinking experience is just alright. Plastic is just unpleasant.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?I had to google “boho” and I’m still not super clear on what it encompasses, but it seems kinda neat! Also I have no idea what grunge really means. If I had a feminine body and thus felt like dressing up, I’d definitely pick boho out of the google image results of each of those terms.

7. earbuds or headphones?Both; if I wear either for too long I switch to the other for comfort. But I’m at least somewhat an audio enthusiast, so I could go on for a long time here. Ex:

The soundstage of open-back headphones is really unparalleled for one. Apple’s earpods/airpods actually fit me and have basically no microphonics, which usually are a big issue with IEMs for me, plus their resolution on the high end is surprisingly great.

Insert the rest of this discussion here.

8. movies or tv shows?I watch either of these not from seeking them out but from circumstance, but often wind up liking them. I’m one of those people who thinks, “I’d watch that,” and then never watches whatever that was. So I don’t really know which I do or would prefer.

9. favorite smell in the summer?Uh… hm. That’s a really good question. What’s most interesting about it, I think, is just the list of smells people associate with a season. Of course there’s environmental ones like rain, but for summer I assume you have to go with, I dunno, fair food or something like that.

Anyway, no idea! I can’t think of a lot of meaningful smells that aren’t food, honestly.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?I remember enjoying capture the flag a lot. I dunno if I was actually good at it, though. I did have pretty good short-duration speed, so I was a decent defender. I don’t really remember what else we did.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?Nothing. (I don’t like most American breakfast foods much, though that’s not why.)

12. name of your favorite playlist?I called it “the playlist which is entirely fire” because why not. Alternately, the playlist with all of my music is just named after me.

13. lanyard or key ring?Key ring; I’m not a… yeah actually that joke would only work for people who went to my high school and follow this blog (hi Xander).

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?That’s also a really good question and I’m positive I have an answer, but I can’t think of it. I eat candy once every like 3 months, so it doesn’t exactly come to mind easily. The candied pecans I just tried are pretty good, though. Insert reference to my halloween fanfiction.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?Y'know how there are some things that you remember deciding at one point were your favorite, but don’t remember well enough to properly consider now? A lot of my favorite pieces of media are like that, but I have at least some confidence in the decision I made at the time. Not so much here. I remember thinking with surprise that I enjoyed The Mill on the Floss when I read it in class, so that’s what comes to mind, but I think it’s the wrong answer. I’m pretty sure there are some books I really enjoy that I’ve forgotten were originally for class. Random example that I think is also wrong: The Hobbit. The Giver is pretty darn good, too. Fahrenheit 451. I don’t remember this being the case but we might have read A Wrinkle in Time in a class. Et cetera.

Wait, no, actually, I figured it out: Island of the Blue Dolphins. (Which, actually, goes in the “this might be too much of a childrens’ book to enjoy rereading” category along with Summerland, The Great Tree of Avalon, The Marino Mission, What the Moon Saw, The Secret of Platform 13, and Island of the Aunts, all of which I loved at the time of reading. And potentially also The Book Thief, although I doubt it. Can you tell I like award-winning children’s books, though?)

16. most comfortable position to sit in?With crossed legs or on my feet, which people seem to find weird.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?I only have one regularly-used pair of shoes.

18. ideal weather?Still. I can’t stand wind of any kind. A range of temperatures is nice (not too hot; not *too* cold but snow is pretty so I’ll allow a wide range in that direction.)

19. sleeping position?In a ball, or at least partially curled up.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?I haven’t written on paper in like a decade. I had to recently in order to leave a sticky note on something and had actual trouble making it legible. Essentially everything I write is on this 2013 Macbook Pro keyboard.

21. obsession from childhood?Um… existentialism? The pretend world my sisters’ and my stuffed animals lived in? Popular science topics and things from video game worlds, all of which went into said pretend world? Jet aircraft? Algebra and geometry puzzles? Configuring laptop computers?

22. role model?John Green. People who can communicate/present things effectively.

23. strange habits?I’m sure I have a ton. I’m not going to delay posting this to come up with any, but I’ll think about it. But especially if we’re using western society as the ‘norm’ for the sake of the question, I think there’s a ton of stuff I do that’d surprise people.

24. favorite crystal?Hm. I like the colorless ones like diamond, I guess? I just generally like gemstones, especially in fiction when they have powers. Oh, how’s this: I tend to like crystals that are (semi)transparent, so they have depth to them and change appearance as they’re rotated.

The other weird, mostly-unrelated thing that comes to mind is when I made a necklace for my best friend in elementary school and spent a lot of effort picking out the right sort of pendant, but I don’t think it was actually a crystal. (I often wonder what it would’ve been like if I hadn’t moved; I bet we’d still be close.)

25. first song you remember hearing?Neat question! I have no memory of a particular song being the first. My parents played music a lot when I was little, so a lot of their CD collection makes me think, “I’ve been listening to this since far before I noticed that I was.” The most recent one of those I heard and wrote down was Cathedral of the Pines by Tim Janis.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?…complain about the heat? :D Hm, I don’t have a lot of outdoor hobbies.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?…complain about the cold? :P I do like to ski somewhat. And I like hot cocoa.

28. five songs to describe you?

Eric’s Song – Vienna Teng

Doubt – Ruby Day

…hm. Looking through my playlists and the #media tag on this blog, there’s a ton of songs that I like, and where that fact tells you something about my taste in music, but it’s hard to find songs whose content particularly tells you something. Let’s just go with songs I find some meaning or relevance in?

Laughing With – Regina Spektor

Rainbow Connection – Kermit the Frog/various covers

Okay, I ran out of songs with particular meaning; let’s finish up with one whose meaning is arguably a lack of particular meaning?

Both Sides Now – Joni Mitchell

29. best way to bond with you?Talking, I guess. Boring answer, maybe, but I think most bonding experiences I’ve had were just two people talking about something important.

30. places that you find sacred?My elementary school? Is that a weird answer?

Other than that… a lot of places, really. Depending how you use “sacred,” I think it could apply in my mind to lots of unique places, especially natural-wonder type things.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?I haven’t got one. None of my clothes are things I’ve picked out to look good, honestly. The thing that makes me feel more “ready to go out and kick ass than usual” is, like, bringing a phone charger with me in case I run out of battery in the process of whatever ass kicking it’s going to be, and that’s not an outfit thing.

32. top five favorite vines?Remember vine? Good times.

1. A Legendary Argument (https://vine.co/v/enUmZjLFgw2/); the “just do it” “no” one

Yeah, that’s it. I don’t know of any other ones.

33. most used phrase in your phone?I… don’t know how to tell. That sounds like a cool thing to figure out but I dunno how to see that.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?None, thank god.

35. average time you fall asleep?Too late.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?No idea.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?I don’t really know what context to think of this question in. Like, is there a time both would be valid options? Anyway, suitcase. Honorable mention: backpack.

38. lemonade or tea?I only like either of these in moderation. Usually I’d say lemonade, but lately I’ve been disliking acidic drinks more than usual, so maybe I’ll say tea. Actually, what I like is chrysanthemum tea, which you can get at dim sum places sometimes.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?I’ll go with lemon cake. I can only eat a really small amount of lemon meringue. If someone made more of a lemon meringue tart with a really thin layer of lemon (maybe 10mm or a bit less) and a lot of crust and meringue, that could be really good though.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?If “bad” counts as “weird,” let’s just say it involved sexual misconduct.

41. last person you texted?My dad (a link to instructions to get free in-flight wifi; nothing interesting).

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?I prefer to put stuff in pants pockets so I have them if I take off my jacket, but then my pants fall down because I have no hips and my pants are all regular-person sized.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?I immediately crossed off everything except hoodie and cardigan. With a different body I’d definitely pick cardigan.

44. favorite scent for soap?Unscented.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?Eh, I mean, I think they all have potential. I’d pick sci-fi or fantasy over superhero; print comics have never interested me at all, though I’m sure there’s interesting stuff in there too.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?I feel like it’s just whatever you’re used to, honestly.

47. favorite type of cheese?Maybe fresh mozzarella? Either way, it’s going to be something people who really like cheese would barely count as cheese.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?If I were a fruit… not to take it too literally, but I can’t think of a better way to interpret it. Um… a ground cherry, because it’s cute and has a place to hide in.

49. what saying or quote do you live by?“Hope is the correct response to the human condition.”

There are probably better ones that correspond to things I live by more, but that’s the one I have a quote for. Guess who it’s by? I’ll give you one guess.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?Not sure. Show of the Weekend (@outsidextra) definitely wins “hardest laugh that I can remember recently” though.

[doodlelolly0910]

Love Don't Cost a Thing

Summary:  Emma thought she was living her happily ever after until she wasn’t. Now Neal is living his with someone else and Emma has a plus one option to the wedding from hell but no one to fill the space. Enter Killian Jones, devastatingly handsome male escort and the answer to Emma’s problems. She hires him for the wedding because he’s the safe choice. The temporary choice. Falling in love wasn’t on the invoice.

You can also find this on AO3 and FFN!

A/N: Heyooo! So I've been struggling with posting this chapter cuz mobile is a joke and a half and I don't have access to my laptop right now so I'm posting a snippet here to stay on schedule and the full length chapter is available by clicking on the links above to FFN and AO3 cuz I didn't want to split this into two posts :/ I'm really sorry guys. Anywho, here's a brand new chapter with brand new freaking AMAZING art by the inifintely talented and wonderful @artistic-writer and (as you may have guessed from said amazing art) it's girls night! This chapter was sooooo much fun to write and we introduce a couple new characters here as well. Super huge thanks to @superchocovian who was my awesome beta for this whole process and thank you thank you thank you to every single one of you who gave this little fic a chance. Your comments and likes and reblogs etc make my whole day. Hope you guys like this newest chapter! Away we go!

Chapter 3

Four days after the Neal incident, as she'd dubbed it, Emma trudged up the stairs to her floor, favoring her left leg a little. The asshole she'd been hired to find by a scorned lover with a child that he'd up and abandoned saw her taking pictures of his house and vehicle and came out to confront her. When she told him the reason she was there, he pushed her and ended up landing hard on her hip in the middle of the street. Emma ended up punching him, a neighbor called the cops, long story short, said asshole was now sitting in a jail cell with a black eye and a shiny new child support order. But damn if her hip and thigh didn't hurt.

She made her way down the hallway and stopped at apartment 427, only a little ways down the hall from her own apartment, and knocked. A woman answered, pale blonde hair resting over her shoulder in an intricate braid, icy blue eyes lighting up as she recognized Emma.

"Hey, Elsa, I'm sorry I'm late. Problems with the di-i-i-fficult person I was tailing. Hey, kid!" She cut off her curse word as Henry came into view.

"Hi, Mom! I'll get my shoes!" Henry replied and took off further into the apartment.

"It's no problem, Emma, really," her friend said, sweeping the door open and offering for Emma to come in. Emma shook her head.

"No, we better head home. Once I sit down, I don't think I'll be getting back up," she chuckled.

"Did something happen?" Elsa asked, eyes widening in alarm.

"Just had a disagreement with the asphalt. I'll be alright." She shrugged.

"You're hurt! What happened?" Elsa asked.

Emma recounted the tale briefly, downplaying it as much as possible.

"What a jerk!" Elsa fumed and Emma nodded in agreement.

"He got what was coming to him," she replied just as Henry rounded the corner, shoes now in place. "Ready to go, kid?" she asked and Henry nodded enthusiastically. Emma dug in her pocket and fished out a $50, extending it to Elsa. The other blonde shook her head in refusal.

"No way, Emma. It was my pleasure to watch him. It was good to have the company." Her pink bowed mouth quirked up in a smile.

"You never let me pay you. One of these days I'm just gonna slip it in your shoe," Emma threatened and Elsa just laughed. "Say thank you to Aunt Elsa, Henry." Henry had adopted the 'aunt' title for both Elsa and Ruby as soon as he could talk. Well, Ruby had adopted it for herself and Henry followed suit with Elsa.  She was grateful to have friends that were as close as family, even when she was stupidly cutting people out for Neal. They'd always stuck by her, even when she didn't deserve it.

"Thank you!" Her son threw his arms around Elsa's waist and she chuckled and hugged him back.

"You're welcome anytime, Henry," she assured him and kissed the top of his head.

"I assume he behaved himself?" Emma directed the question at Elsa, but looked at her son who nodded solemnly, his big hazel eyes sincere.

"Of course. We made spaghetti for dinner and watched a movie and Henry even helped with the dishes." Elsa smiled. Emma ruffled Henry's hair.

"That's my boy," she praised her son who beamed back at her. "I'll catch you later, okay?" She looked back at Elsa.

"I hope so. Cause I talked to Ruby a couple days ago and she mentioned some pretty interesting stuff," she replied with a raised eyebrow. Emma groaned. If Ruby told Elsa about Killian, then she almost certainly told Mary Margaret, who definitely told her brother. She was surprised David hadn't beat down her door about it already.

"Ruby has a big mouth," Emma retorted and Elsa seemed amused by her discomfort. "We will talk later, I promise."

"I look forward to it," Elsa said, slipping back into her apartment, a twinkle in her eye.

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[rogue-barnes-16]

THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part IV/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

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Warnings: language

A/N: I'm hella tired so this probably got typos I'm sorry babes. Might edit tomorrow, but I'm not sure. 70% sure that I'll end up leaving it like it is. I'm a mess lol, enjoy it loves <3.

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I had reached home before Y/n and Clint, probably because the man had decided to go slower and more careful due to Y/n riding with him.

Clint used to be always so protective of her, he still was.

The blond man took the fiery girl under his wing as soon as we both started to date, treating her like a little sister, even if that meant arguing with me or lecturing the shit out of her.

Now Y/n could barely trust Clint anymore, and I had to carry that weight over my shoulders, just like I had been carrying it for the past year.

I lost my train of thought when the roaring engine of Clint's bike got louder and louder, until I was able to see them, seconds before the bike was parked.

She climbed off first, and was closely followed by Clint, who came directly to me, stopping just an instant long enough to spat on my face "next time I'll take her to grab a goddamn coffee, and you'll fuckin' stay here."

After that, he passed by me and walked up the few wooden stairs of my porch to open the main door.

"He's mad." Y/n stated, intentionally slowing her steps right before reaching my side, probably for me to take the cue and fall into step with her.

"Yeah." I replied shortly, walking to the door, left open by Clint. "you both got plenty of reasons to be pissed at me."

I didn't need to look at her to know she was about to say something she needed a second to think of.

"Not really. At least not this time." I steal a side glance at her, just in time to catch a casual shrug accompanied by a peek at my form. "You were just being honest with me, so yeah."

I really didn't know what to reply to that statement, which caught me completely off guard.

"Listen" she kept going as we entered the hall "I'm running on three hours of sleep and a bad coffee, so don't take anything personal." she added jokingly, which surprised me even more.

"I'm running on zero hours of sleep and a bad coffee." I finally responded, taking off my leather jacket to leave it on the coat rack. "So don't worry 'bout that."

She nodded understanding whilst handing me the helmet for me to lay it besides mine. "Did you find anything so far?"

" 'Bout Tasha or 'bout the mole?"

"Both, I guess."

I shook my head no before motioning her to climb upstairs, which she quickly complied, allowing me to follow her.

"Nothin' useful." I answered as we entered the living room, where Sam and Steve were waiting. "Where's Rhodey?"

"Sleepin'." Sam informed us, giving Y/n a quick glance before letting his brown eyes come back to me. "Clint's gone upstairs to get your laptop."

"What're y'all planning on doing with a laptop, Google Natasha's location?" Y/n questioned sarcastically, and when all eyes were on her, she realized what she had just said. "I'm sorry I just... No filters when I'm tired."

Sam shook his head dismissively, throwing himself back to the couch. " 'S okay. We're all in the same mood right now."

"That's great," Y/n nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "we'll sass the shit out of each other until we pass out." she ran her fingers through her hair. "what you gonna do with the laptop?"

"Us? Nothin'." Steve replied, leaning over and resting his elbows on his thighs. "You're the one who gotta use it."

She frowned, glancing at me before taking off her jacket and throwing it over the chair's backrest. "Care to explain?" she sat down in one of the couches.

"Can you hack Natasha's phone?" Sam requested as Clint entered the room silent with the only goal to leave the laptop over the coffee table.

"I mean-" she knew she could, we all knew that was child's play for her, something she'd do with her eyes closed, but Sam wasn't asking if she was able to do that.

He was asking if she was willing to do that.

Y/n pursed her lips and squinted her eyes, thinking how should she abord it before giving us a reply.

"Yeah... Yeah I can, but it'll take me a while." she finally answered. "it's been months since I did something like this, and I'm hella tired."

"It's fine," Steve assured her "just take your time."

"No, man" Clint retorted, spinning around to face the blond former soldier. "don't tell her that when-- no, alright?" he turned back to Y/n with distress peeking out of his eyes. "you gotta be as fast as possible."

"Barton-" Sam warned him.

"He's right, though, don't sugarcoat it." she interrupted, well aware that we had little time to find our friend, and the more time she took to do this, the lesser possibilities of finding the redhead we had. "If I'm not quick, we're fucked."

I crossed my arms and shared a rather worried look with Steve before letting my eyes travel to Y/n.

"right?" she rhetorically questioned as her eyes got locked with mine for a hot second.

The stressed out look on her face as she stared at me made me desperately want to take some of pressure we have just placed over her, off her shoulders, but I really had no way to do that.

She felt that, I saw it in her eyes just as she looked away.

"Anyways" she cleared her throat and started typing the password she, apparently, still remembered. "Let's..." she made the briefest pause, peeked at me, and then kept talking. "get to it."

I realized too late that I hadn't changed the laptop's home screen yet; that picture of her, becs and me messing around after a fun night at the bar was still there.

I almost felt like I was going to blush.

Just as she stared typing, a phone rang.

"Shit."

Her phone, to be more precise.

She picked it out of her pocket to check who was calling, and suddenly her face somehow dropped when she saw the screen.

"Fuck... Okay, hold on-" she left the laptop back over the coffee table and, getting up, she picked up the call. "Hey."

Silence.

"Yeah, just a 'hey'. What were you expecting, honestly?" She opened her eyes widely and clenched her jaw. "two weeks, no calls. You really don't deserve anything but a 'hey'."

I looked at her confused while the rest of the boys exchanged looks.

She huffed. "yeah well, good mornin' to you." whoever it was, they were making her fume. "listen, it's really not the greatest time for-" she pinched the bridge of her nose. "no-- yeah- yeah now I get to choose when's a good time for this-- Don't 'babe' me 'cause I swear to fucking—" walking to the door, she mouthed a 'gimme a second' to me. "you have 30 seconds, I really don't have time for this— yeah I don't have time for you-- no, don't play the victim here."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Are you serious right now?" my silence as a reply gave him the cue that I wasn't bluffing at all. He had 30 seconds and then I would hang up. "Fuck 'kay listen, I'm sorry or whatever, but I came to your place so I can take you to have a nice breakfast and sort this out, and you're not here and I wanna know why."

I stole a guilty peek at Bucky, whose worried yet confused eyes were laid on my form.

"Your bed's a mess, your clothes are all over the place and-" I could almost see the gears in his head turning just a little bit slower than mine. "did you cheat on me?"

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Where are you."

I hesitated for a moment before turning my back to the boys and slightly lowering my voice tone. "I'm at my ex's."

"what the hell do you wan' me to think right now, Y/n?"

"well, not what you're fucking thinking 'cause that's ridiculous as hell." I took a deep breath, regretting my next sentences before they had even left my lips. "a friend's in trouble, alright? I'm helpin'-"

"Your ex. Your helping your fucking ex."

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I approached the door and rested my side against the door frame, silently checking up on her.

She only held up a finger in front of me, signaling me that she needed a little bit more "Listen, babe."

I froze at those two words, and I felt Steve's, Sam's and Clint's eyes on me the moment they caught the pet name.

"You're fucking jealous-- I said what I said- you're jealous, and I don't have forces to put up with this shit." she ran her fingers through her hair. "3 hours. Don't act like you give a damn-- I'm fine- no, you're not picking me up." her hand ran over her face in desperation. "well you waited two fuckin' weeks darling, you can wait a few hours right? Bye."

She sighed as she hang up, throwing her phone back into her pocket.

"everythin' alright?" I questioned in a low tone.

She stayed there for a second, looking at me before nodding. "Yeah, don't worry." she sighed again and passed by me, taking her seat back. " 'Kay guys, I have until lunch to finish, so you better give me whatever I request real quick, alright?"

"Why?" Clint questioned.

"Gotta have lunch with my boyfriend."