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cheemscakecat · 7 months ago

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MLP Redesigns/Rewrite Pt 3: Pinkie Pie

Pinkie Pie’s real name is Pink Granite, but she grew to prefer the nickname. Rock Ponies are similar to Mennonites in that they are somewhat closed off from the rest of Equestria, while still being open to new technology and respecting ponies with differing beliefs. They do not in fact eat the rocks.

Diamond Dogs live in mountains and hills that are rocky. There are two main hostile groups that trade with each other: those in the gem-mining territory that need slaves, and those in Rock pony territory who hunt for new slaves to sell. They have no interest in regular rock and minerals, just kidnapping the ponies in exchange for gems.

This has been a terrible problem for Rock ponies for a few generations, so they’ve been very stringent about coat color and hair color. Rock Ponies try to keep dull colors in the gene pool for the camouflage; Diamond Dogs are bad at seeing dull colors, hypersensitive to bright colors, and use their dog pheromones to locate each other.

Pinkie’s parents were advised to send her to one of the regular pony villages when she was a filly. It was common practice to send brightly colored Rock Ponies to the safe areas of Equestria where Diamond Dogs didn’t dare hunt new victims. The mountains and hills were on the edge of Celestia’s jurisdiction and Diamond Dogs could easily chock up disappearances to Rock Ponies getting lost or injured in the dangerous mines.

Pinkie’s parents didn’t want to separate her from her siblings or them, so they tried to keep her at the farm. Other families kept their foals from playing with her because her red hair was essentially a beacon for slavers, and anyone too close would get snatched too.

Eventually the slavers did find Pinkie and snatch her when she veered a bit too far away from her Mom’s line of sight. They had her in chains that were a bit too big, but very very heavy for a foal, so she didn’t think she could slip out.

They hadn’t gotten very far when Rainbow Dash’s first sonic rainboom went off, temporarily blinding the dogs with the colors they were so sensitive to. This was also when Pinkie discovered that laughing and getting energized was a great way to get your heart pumping and slip out of heavy bonds.

She managed to get back home without getting recaptured, and her parents decided to send her to Ponyville to apprentice at the bakery.

The good news was that Pinkie didn’t see color as a curse; it literally saved her from a life of servitude. She didn’t resent the Cakes or other ponies that lived in safety and without the need to worry about color. Pinkie instead kept headfirst into learning the history and culture of Equestria, and tasting every colorful crop that was too risky to grow back on the farm.

She sent jams, jellies, preserves and pickles to the farm in dull paper to make it look like rocks. She learned to make pound cake and flavored bread that would last long enough to make the trip.

The bad news was that nearly getting kidnapped and enslaved left Pinkie with trauma and a very overactive version of the Rock Pony 6th sense. She hates being alone for very long and usually fills a room with conversation or music because silence unsettles her.

She had a panic attack when she found out Rarity got kidnapped and was unable to go with the rest of the mane 6 to rescue her.

You can probably imagine that getting her cutie mark snatched by Starlight and locked in the indoctrination shed was a deeply triggering experience, even with the rest of her friends there for moral support. Before she even got off the train her 6th sense was giving her the urge to bolt as far as possible from the cult, before they even knew something was off.

Rainbow Dash took on the role of the hopeful friend and the one trying to lift everyone’s spirits. Pinkie became abnormally quiet and wouldn’t look at or speak to the cult members who came to check on them. She did join Applejack in tearing the indoctrination books and posters to shreds though.

Pinkie hung close to Rainbow Dash when they were left alone by the cult, but usually shrank down in the far corner of the room, ears and tail twitching whenever they appeared. Rainbow, Twilight and Rarity were the ones most effectively communicating with the cult members; Applejack was the most furious and least approachable outside of Fluttershy’s sickness.

Surprisingly, it was not Applejack who spit on Starlight and slammed the door in her face during her one and only empty speech at the indoctrination shed; it was a seething Pinkie Pie. A group of cultists saw Starlight’s benevolent leader mask slip for a minute before she managed to put the act back on.

Pinkie Pie loved color and always felt a little out of place with her dull, granite colored pelt. Her new form was the most colorful out of the group, and gave her more durability and chaotic magic. Pinkie understandably was not cut out for dismantling the Diamond Dog slave empire, which is why Rarity was sent instead.

Pinkie instead became the pony envoy to the Yak kingdom, [which is not characterized the same way as before] and began introducing both ponies and Yaks to each others’ cultures.

In the age of Draqonequus, several powerful species predated the rise of Horse and Pony-kind. The Draqonequus, who were similar to dragon/goat hybrids, the Manticores, the Dragons, and the Goats. Yaks did not have magic, and thus were at a disadvantage compared to other species.

Manticores and Dragons lived in warrior cultures with a disdain for weaker species that lacked magic or strength. Manticores were like Spartans, brutal and harsh on their own kind, much less those seen as weak. Their cruelty bred the perfect conditions for Tirek the Magic-Glutton. Yaks had no magic for the monster to eat, so he left them alone. Dragons were like Vikings if they were stuck navigating warmer areas because of their cold blood. The Yaks were far more endangered by Dragons than Manticores, and took to settling in the coldest parts of the world to avoid them. This did not mean that Manticores other than Tirek left them alone, however.

Manticores used to invade Yak settlements to use them as unwilling training dummies. They made it a tradition for the new child recruits to start their training by attacking the Yaks. The goal was more to overpower them and grow desensitized to attacking another village, but that didn’t mean there weren’t casualties.

By the time Discord became the sole user of the Elements of Harmony, the Yaks had grown very distrustful of strangers and tried desperately to become aggressive enough to drive off the Manticores. It took some time for Discord’s funny and friendly attitude to penetrate the generational fear of outside species.

Once Discord was able to befriend the Yaks, he decided to help them enchant their borders to block any Manticores from stepping foot in their land.

But as the world shifted and Horses and Ponies became more and more prominent, Discord grew to resent them and the elements. He sealed the Yak kingdom off from the rest of the world entirely, just to keep the Horses and Ponies from doing anything to outdo the Yaks or outlive them. This seal lasted as long as any of Celestia’s ever did; 1000 years.

This meant that there was a huge language barrier when the seal was undone and new diseases were introduced from the outside world. The Prince and his attendants went to get help, and were sent to Ponyville to talk to Zecora and avoid the city’s larger pool of germs.

It was a very stressful time, being around the strange people that the hero of old was angry with, and knowing that they had magic and flight. Some ponies spoke with too many words [Twilight] some had thick accents [Applejack] and they all spoke too fast. Zecora, while not rhyming every sentence, still had a poetic way of talking with similes and metaphors.

Ponies had wildly different sounding words and sayings that the Yaks had no context for. The Pegasi had different body language from other ponies and that made them the most stressful Ponies to deal with. The journey was terribly long and the people were sick.

But at the bakery, which served the Prince and his men their rations, there was a very funny Pony with no magic and no wings. The ancestors had documented their time with the strange and funny hero that kept the Manticores away. Their culture had grown to see laughter and fun as something sacred, something that would bless their people and keep them safe.

Envoy Pinkie Pie introduced the Yaks to all the different foods she could think of. New songs and new jokes and new pranks. Her chaos magic and durability could protect her if something did attack, but they were mainly for entertainment and surviving the larger Yaks if they got overexcited, fell, or pranked too hard.

Having an earth pony come to teach them about the outside world was less stressful than a being meant to have magic. She didn’t expect them to learn magic or integrate it into their work and infrastructure. She used her hooves for most things and the chaos magic for entertainment rather than anything serious, like Twilight would have.

The Yaks didn’t change much outside of visiting other nations and making more food from across Equestria. They had no need to learn magic or defend themselves, and if that were to change, the immortal Princesses and the Hero of old would be there to help. Thankfully the 1000 years of Discord being a legend established a friendlier attitude before anyone made contact. Although it did make them pretty cunning pranksters.

#Mlp redesign #mlp fanart #mlp fim #Pinkie Pie #Mane 6 #Mlp rewrite #MLP Yaks

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apaechi · 3 months ago

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here's my fluttershy redesign!! i have many reasons for the various decisions i made on this one.

firstly, obviously, she is an alicorn. thought process behind this was perhaps celestia rewarded her for reforming discord, discord demanded she be turned into an alicorn so she could be with him forever without aging, or discord flat out did it himself (since he is chaotic and celestia probably wouldn't have taken this very kindly) her horn is a little bit shorter than the average alicorn (such as celestia, luna, and cadence. when i make my twilight redesign her horn would be a bit different before and after her transformation but since thats not out yet you get this as an example) and about the same size as an average unicorn, since i wouldn't figure her to be a "true alicorn" if it were discord who changed her, or celestia just obliged to discord's request. she can still use magic, but it isn't "alicorn magic" i guess. she can use her magic and get stronger as twilight and starlight did throughout their lives but as a base level her magic is like any other unicorn's. she also has her little bat toofs which is the only thing that remained from twilight’s spell.

secondly, cutie mark change. i imagine her cutie mark could have gotten a bit more complicated after her transformation onto an alicorn (specifically the little details on it). but i wanted her cutie mark to be a little more inclusive of other animals since that's her whole thing. i wanted to keep the butterfly since it sui ts her so well and the colors worked well, but i also wanted to make sure i stuck to the 3 repeating design many have on their cutie mark but make it different to add more visual interest. obviously a representation of all land animals would have been a little too much so i just went with a few basics and called it at that.

3rd, the mane, tail, and coat. i really liked how her mane in the show was a mixture of her dads very light pink and hrr we mom's red, but since her coat is also yellow like her mom's i wanted to add a bit of teal/turquoise in her mane to show a little bit of more of her dad in her. her personality obviously is fairly similar to theirs but wanted to make her look like more of a mix. i imagine that during her transition into being an alicorn her hair would have grown longer but not flowy like celestia, luna, and future twilight's which is why it's in a bun but still fairly long because her hair is already long. she also has turquoise in her wings (and her coat as a design choice), because i don't think it's absolutely confirmed 100% but i know cadence was a pegasus before becoming an alicorn and she has purple in her wings which could just be a feature because she transformed that way instead of unicorn to alicorn like celestia, luna, and twilight. i am unsure about this since flurry heart does have darker pink on the tip of her wings and she was born an alicorn, but she is also related to cadence so that could just be that. future flurry heart does not have flowy hair and we dont know if cadence does or not, so maybe it would become flowy eventually but as of now it is not.

last, i wanted her to originally be a pegasus. most of the fandom can agree that yes, her personality fits being an earth pony (or even a unicorn) far more than it does a pegasus, but i think that's what makes fluttershy such a special and unique character. the story of how she got her cutie mark is too good to me to take it away from her, and i think that really shows that fluttershy stands out from the rest. she isn't like other pegasi and she fits more in with the earth pony crowd which is great! it shows that you don't have to fit with your "birth role" and can just be who you are.

and she has a little heart to reminisce of g3, the first mlp i watched as a kid!

but anyways, yeah thats my explanation for my decisions i made here! i hope you enjoy :)

#mlp fim #mlp g4 #mlp redesign #mlp art #my little pony #fluttershy #mlp #mlp fan art #mlp fandom #artists on tumblr #mlp friendship is magic #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony fluttershy #my little pony fim

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dollsonmain · 1 year ago

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Ok I'm going to explode if I don't talk about the big batch of unfortunate ponies that are on their way in for an emergency cleaning.

I am so excited and happy and grateful that I get a chance to clean them up because I'd never get to see many of these ponies in person otherwise since they're too pricey for me to buy.

I'll put it behind a cut, though, so their owner can choose whether or not to view my preliminary assessments which are based on the sales photos.

So, these were an expensive eBay lot with a lot of rare ponies in it which was an excellent price for all of them together. When they arrived to their buyer, it was discovered that they absolutely reek of mildew/mold. That's extremely disappointing.

They got packed right back up and are already on their way here.

Normally, boxes of ponies coming from there say they'll take a week and a half or so then suddenly appear after a couple days. I don't think that's going to happen this time, being Giftmas.

I had linked to the sale a while back but I didn't look super close at the pictures because there was no way I was going to be bidding, until today. They certainly LOOK stinky.

Mildew stink is easier to remove than smoke, regardless of whether it's cigarette smoke or whatever my Wave Runner smells of (it smells like she was in a house fire). Mildew stops stinking for the most part once it's all dead, and it's all certainly going to be very dead when I'm done with these ponies.

I have an ozone generator which will help if the bad smell doesn't wash off sufficiently. They can also be treated like rustbutts and given an oxyclean soak inside and out though that's rough on the hair so not my first choice. I may also get that UVC lamp and add it to the SunBox which is good for killing off mold and mildew. Then it's a question of how efficiently I remove it all from the vinyl, or how deeply the scent has gotten into said vinyl.

I'm both feeling optimistic and wary of that optimism. I don't want to get my own hopes up. Gotta keep that shit realistic.

If everyone got wet enough to mold, I don't think Talk-a-Lot is going to be functional. Hopefully she doesn't have batteries corroding in there. If that stuff on her face comes off, though, she'll at least be good for display. She looks very bright and fresh, otherwise.

Look at that scrungy hair on Merry Treat. hohoho bitch I am so excited. She also has some yellow on her face that will hopefully wash off. If it doesn't, yellow does cooperate pretty well with hydrogen peroxide and the SunBox.

I can already see that Mommy has unstable vinyl. That's a shame. Mommy and Baby are Euro exclusive IIRC, and difficult to get, here.

I'm not sure those dark spots on Baby aren't stains. I hope not, but it kind of looks like marker eyeliner.

These little pearlized babies are downright disgusting... Poor things. The pearl paint is surprisingly not as difficult to clean as I'd feared when the first ones showed up, what was it last year? It can withstand a gentle melamine sponging just as well as the cutie mark and eye paint. I also have a matching pearl paint to help with patching in where needed, though I don't have any semi-gloss sealant so any patched areas would rub off again rather easily. Good enough for display. I am rather confident they will turn out just fine.

Look at that knotted up wad of tail tinsel. (❁´◡`❁) I can't WAIT to make that all smooth and pretty again. Hopefully the stuff on her will come off... I can't tell if she has all of her hair and there were no photos of her other side. It looks like it might be shorter, but that can be caused by being matted, too. Fingers crossed it's all there.

Even with a haircut, Rapunzel's resale value is preposterous, which is why I will never own one.

There's some yellow grime on Birthday Pony and Firefly. I'm wary. It will either wipe right off or is stained. No way to know until I start cleaning.

There are no photos of the other side of Li'l Pocket. I wonder if she has her piggy bank and coin, still.

There's a little Remco donkey in there! I was wanting to see one, and now I don't have to buy one to get to.

Swirly Whirly.... I can't tell if the grime is ON her or IN her. She does seem to have shadowing in thinner areas but that can be both caused by dark mildew inside the body and just the fact that it's thinner, there, and there's a bit of a shadow inside. I won't know until I crack her open. When there's dirt stuck in the rooting holes like that, in my experience, it's coming from inside the body. Which is not a problem.

Her horrible hair texture excites me.

I have seen a few Glow n Shows go opaque even more than Starglow there... No idea what causes it. Happyglow in this same batch seems fine.

Someday I want to have some Glow n Shows.

I expect this to be stains. When it's been little round blooms like that, it's generally stained. I hope I'm proven wrong. She has her key, which is EXCITE.

There have been times where I've picked up a pony that looked like they had blooms and I didn't think they'd come off, and they wiped off no problem.

I actually have this one. She's my only remaining childhood pony. My Secret Beauty's key is long gone, though, and her saddle can barely stay latched anymore. The spring for the latch is worn out. She also has an ink stain on her cheek.

.... I don't even know. The listing doesn't say what this dog is.

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ask-healthy-light · 7 months ago

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Before she could tell him she was not who he thought had just entered behind him, Shining said that although he was able to defeat one Guard without wearing any armour, he did not want to think about what could have happened if he tripped, or did not hold on to his sword well enough; and what if he was fighting multiple opponents, or the next being he spared would unfairly strike him in his back?

As he placed his head in his hooves, he quietly asked Spear if he knew anything that would help him to calm down, since it was his idea to train at the Academy together, and he was clearly doing much better than he, even down to the armour he was given that properly fit him; and he slowly let out a sigh, patiently waiting for his friend to answer him, even though he would not be the one replying.

Instead, as Nox slowly walked up to Shining, she solemnly asked him whether anything still bothered him from long ago, which made the Young Guard snap around in an instant, and stare at her for a few heartstopping moments; but while Nox feared he would threaten her again, Shining just quickly shook his head, before he politely asked her if she had gotten lost, as he doubted she had to be in here.

As a small smile grew upon her face, Nox kindly told Shining that she had actually been looking for him, since she saw his bravery in battle just outside, but he vanished before she got the chance to speak, so she was lucky to meet him here; but to make sure that both of them were on the same page, she quietly asked him to be still for a moment, which he did in confusion as she reached out a paw.

After she touched his forehead with her paw, Shining briefly gasped, blinked a couple of times, and then looked at Nox with a renewed and pensive gaze, before he glanced around to find out where they were standing; and as he carefully sat down again, he confusedly asked Nox what she was doing here, to which she said that she wanted to tell him about Boomlord, just like he mentioned in his letter.

However, when she entered his dream, and heard the sound of clashing metal in the distance, she was worried that he, too, was dealing with the terrible vision with which her Mother and she had helped Cadance recently, only to find that it was naught but a memory from a while ago; and before she let him know about Boom, she repeated her question, and asked him whether something still bothered him.

With a discreet nod, Shining admitted that it had been a long time since he last was in this place, sitting quietly as he thought about the incredible risk of his brave or foolish move in challenging his friend after he took off all his armour; for although he was victorious, and he managed to beat Spearhead, it was far too close for his liking, and he severely doubted his abilities from then on.

Fortunately, he added with a quiet chuckle, Spear helped him see all of his strengths, his agility, his cunning and adaptability, and did not focus at all on what could have gone wrong because of one thing or the other; for what truly mattered was that he was not only able to defeat him, but he had also shown he was willing to spare his opponents, even going so far as to put away his sword first.

Too many things happened in rapid succession after this for Shining to give Nox a full explanation, so he said that Twilight got her Cutie Mark and hatched Spike, he rose through the ranks and became Captain of the Canterlot Guard, and shortly after the Changelings attacked, the Empire returned; so Celestia tasked Cadance and him to hold back Sombra, whom they now knew was Shining Star all along.

Although there was peace for a time after Sombra was captured and imprisoned underneath the Crystal Castle, eventually, they found that crops had been ruined and houses on the furthest outskirts were damaged, so they assigned a cohort of Guards to watch the area; but when one patrol did not return, he personally led their force thither, where he found they had been slain, but not without a fight.

What those foul Raiders lacked in quality tools and armour, they more than made up for in number.

"Our best Guards match ten of their scum, yet, they are always outmatched by thrice that amount…"

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mlpposter · 1 year ago

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henlo I recently discovered this blog and thought it was super neat and was wondering if you would be willing to infodump lore (if that's cool with you👉👈)

YES!

Rainbott didn’t give an exact age for Pinkie Pie but let’s ignore that lmao she would have adopted Cupcake Surprise at a unidentified time before he was the age of 10 (Cupcake Surprise is 18 at the time of the story and 23 after the five years) Cupcake Surprise got his cutie mark after baking his first batch of cupcakes with Pinkie Pie, taking this as killing other ponies to be his talent (it was actually just baking sweets but of course he would believe it to be that since Pinkie conditioned him to believe murder to be okay)

As stated in other posts Cupcake Surprise seems to like everyone, but becomes more and more suspicious of Apple Bloom as the story progresses. He is aware of the time scroll but doesn’t exactly know what it has to do with Apple Bloom, similar to Pinkie’s hunch but to a much less degree.

At Pinkie’s execution Cupcake Surprise doesn’t seem to be all that bothered, but after hearing her last words: “Oh, and Apple Bloom? Say hi to Applejack for me!" , he now knows his suspicions were correct and is enraged because Apple Bloom practically caused the death of his mentor. Cupcake Surprise often visits the sisters, as it is the least he could do after indicating them in the crimes to get the police off of his trail.

Whenever he sees Apple Bloom there is a uncomfortable silence between them, for obvious reasons! Does Cupcake Surprise continue Pinkie’s work? Likely not, as the security in equestria has gotten a lot better since then. But it would definitely be interesting if he did!

#icing on the cake oc #icing on the cake #my little pony grimdark #inkie #minkie pie #mlp grimdark #mlp icing on the cake #mlp icing on the cake oc #pinkamena #pinkie

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yourkimjaejin · 2 years ago

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Aurora is NOT cute

Content Warning: This post contains conversations about periods and talks about period symptoms.

New Aurora post is here!! Have fun and thanks for reading! Enjoy! ~ Author Izzy

Legend: During Candy Filming

“Okay CUT!. That was a great take guys. Aurora you especially. You’re so cute!! This concept was made for you.” The director turned his attention to the rest of the members not even seeing the scathing look the girl shot at him. “You all can take a break for a second while we reset.” At his words, The girl dressed in pink stormed off, slamming the door to the group's dressing room.

Mark waved off the crew's concern, gesturing that they would handle it.

“Soooo, whose turn is it to handle this AB.” Haechan turned to the maknaes first. Chenle smirked.

“Well after the last one, Myself and Jisung were demoted to support so we cannot help unsupervised.” Haechan shook his head, he knew that would come back to haunt him.

“I know it's not Mark’s or min. We handled the last one.” The singer turned to Jeno and Jaemin who were messing with the props of the set. “Don't look at us. We handled the one before that.” That took Jeno and Jaemin out. Then that leaves..

“Where’s Renjun?” Haechan asked.

“He followed after Aurora.” their manager answered. Leave it to Renjun to know when it’s his turn.

“I told you we needed to carry the schedule with us.” Jaemin said while spinning around in the chair. Jeno pushed him away while Jaemin shouted, “YAH!”

Renjun eased the door open. He spotted Aurora pacing the floor before growing frustrated and flopping onto the couch.

AB’s are code for Aurora Breakdowns. The Dreamies came up with the name after Aurora lost it when Haechan called her ‘shortie’ when they first met. Lets just say, Aurora made her presence known at that dance lesson. When it became apparent that Aurora was around to stay, the boys made it their mission to learn more about her. In a beautiful moment, a year later, Aurora confirmed they were more than friends. They were family.

Soon after, the boys came up with a system to help Aurora when her teen years came to rear their head. Aurora was important to them and they wanted her to know they were there for her even when her brain tried to convince her otherwise. In a true moment of organization, they came up with a schedule of what members would help her anytime one of these AB’s came up. The schedule came with versions for when Aurora was with 127, Dream, WayV or AG. Because Aurora was with Dream it fell to Renjun to solve this.

“Rora? Can I come in?” Renjun didn’t set foot in the room without her permission. A groan was all he got in response. Hopefully, that is a good thing. Renjun walked in and shut the door quietly, just in case Aurora had a headache she didn’t tell anyone about. Renjun sat down next to the younger, grabbing her hand. A familiar gesture that would hopefully calm her down.

When her shoulders relaxed a bit, Renjun took a mental note: Okay she’s mad about something.

Renjun’s approach to AB’s is similar to Jisung’s. Be quiet and wait. Sometimes when Aurora’s mad talking makes it worse. Renjun would wait as long as he had to until Aurora felt like talking. Whether it took minutes or hours.

Luckily today, it was minutes.

“I hate being called cute.” The adjective haunted Aurora for years. After her parents divorced, Aurora and her mom moved back to Korea. Aurora was enrolled in the closest elementary school where she was faced with Minjae. This little twerp’s smirking face was embedded in 6 year old Aurora’s brain. Every day he managed to turn around and mockingly call out “OH LOOK!! IT’S CUTIE EUNJI!!!”

If Aurora could have slapped without getting in trouble she would have but she was already on thin ice after stomping on her classmates foot for stealing her favorite pen.

For week’s Aurora just took the jabs. Until she reached her boiling point. She may have gotten a suspension but hearing the impact of her six year-old fist against Minjae’s face brought her a satisfaction that no suspension could take away. But ever since she's been left with bitter feelings towards the word cute. It just got worse as puberty hit.

She rejected anything that resembled ‘cute’. No pink, no skirts, and definitely no fluff or frills. She became the antithesis of cute and she LOVED it.

Becoming a kpop idol was probably the wrong choice.

Once again luck was on Aurora’s side because she started training with baby shinki which led to herself and Moxy becoming the first women in NCT. No more having to worry about cutesy concepts, too short skirts and fake lovey dovey eyes. She could be herself and no one would question her.

Until today…

Chenle will swear up and down that Aurora glare could cut his head off when Dream’s manager explains to the group the concept for the Candy video. She kept her mouth shut as their director explained what would be going on during the filming. She kept her mouth shut as she was handed a fluffy pink sweater on the day of their photobook shoot. She kept her mouth shut every time the photographer asked her to brighten her smile.

After all that, Today was just too much. She wanted out of the clothes and just wanted to go home.

Renjun grabbed Aurora's hand, “First off, It's not a bad thing, being called cute. Trust me. I know more than anyone how grating it is to be known as the cute one.” Tugging on her hand, Aurora met his eyes, “What you have to focus on is the facts. Me, the members, and our trusted managers would never call you cute to mock you. You have a feral cuteness that fits you. There’s a reason Haechan likes to glomp onto you when you glare at him.” That memory made Aurora laugh.

“I just thought he was a masochist.” Renjun was stunned by the younger one even knowing what that word means.

“First off, why do you know that?” When Aurora shrugged, Renjun shook his head. “You know what? I don’t wanna know. Secondly….you’re probably right.” The two laughed, some levity entering the room.

“You’ve been called cute before and you were able to shake it off and keep going.” At Renjun’s words Aurora went stiff. She kept her eyes on the ground but Renjun could see through that. Her gaze keeps shifting from crack to crack, Never staying in one place.

“Is there a reason you had a worse reaction today than years ago?” Aurora sighed, tension escaping her tiny frame. Renjun didn’t speak letting his question hang between them until Aurora felt comfortable enough to answer

“I started early.” A pink blush rose across her cheek. Renjun, on the other hand, was panicking.

“What!!? But you’re scheduled for three days from now.” Renjun whipped out his phone to check the period tracker on his phone. The boys had a discussion after the disaster of Aurora first period that one of them should keep track of her periods going forward. So if Aurora was away from her AG members, they could still help. All of them, while willing to help, decided to delegate this to one person through a game of rock, paper, scissors.

Renjun lost.

“I don't know. Hannah unnie warned me that flows can change days whenever they feel like it. I took medicine this morning and I have backup’s in case of changes.” the blush grew furious. While appreciating the help, it was still embarrassing to talk about with her male members.

“Luckily, your first day is usually light. Were you cramping this morning?” Renjun vetted answers to jot down on the symptoms chart. Aurora answers quietly. The reassuring look on her oppa’s face helps the embarrassment run its course.

“OKAY! Now that's done let's get back out there.” The two stood up but Renjun embraced the younger before they opened the door.

“You may be cute but you're also fierce. You can be both.” He let go but kept a hold of her shoulders. Aurora's eyes shined, a small smile on her face. Renjuns smile mirroring hers. “Be both, Eunji-ah.” Aurora took a deep breath, letting everything shed away, leaving determination in its wake. Renjun waited until Aurora nodded to open the door

Behind the door was their other members waiting to see if everything was ok. They all looked relieved to see Aurora calm and ready to film. Renjun discreetly caught Jaemin and Haechan’s gaze and mouthed ‘Code: Red’. Nodding back, The two immediately covered the youngest member between them using their natural charms to keep Aurora distracted yet focused on finishing their filming.

#NCT AG #NCT AG.Writing #NCT AG.Aurora #nct female unit #nct female addition #nct female member #kpop addition #kpop!fakegroup #kpop!au #kpop!oc #kpop!addition #nct female subunit #nct female oc #kpop fake group #kpop female member

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c0smic-coral · 10 months ago

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Here’s my story about growing up on MLP

The show started when I was 6 years old, but i didn’t get pulled in until I was 7. I remember it was a McDonald’s Happy Meal Fluttershy toy that did it (I still have it today and it sits on my dresser like a trophy). She had a brushable tail but no comb and a whole bunch of stickers. I looked at the box and my mom, who’d known about the show and remembered the original 80s version from her childhood, but she said she never really watched it or owned any of the toys, but I guess really wanted me to get into it. I still remember the first episode I watched was Read It and Weep (the one where Rainbow Dash gets into Daring Do) which today I find hilariously ironic.

This started a full-blown OBSESSION with the show. Soon I was collecting the blind bags, Beanie Babies, Happy Meal toys, I had FatHeads of all of the ponies on my bedroom wall, I had a My Little Pony lunchbox, a My Little Pony backpack, I wore My Little Pony underwear, I had My Little pony pajamas, I made a Twilight Sparkle Halloween costume one year, I had a My Little Pony birthday party one year. My mom compared me to Pinkie Pie but Twilight Sparkle was my favorite. I was an extroverted kid (the pandemic is what turned me into an introverted adult) and I started hoping I’d meet five friends I’d spend my whole life with just like her. I was a silly kid. I actually got bullied for being obsessed with the show unfortunately… this led to the loss of my first My Little Pony lunchbox.

And I wrote fanfiction! And I drew cringeworthy fanart because I was like that (my fanart improved over the years). When Equestria Girls came out, I started wondering if high school would be like that.

No, I never got to dance on cafeteria tables in school spirit wear. Sad.

As an adult, I think the show has definitely shaped me as a person who believes friendship, while not magic, is one of the most important things in the world. As for G5, it’s okay in my opinion. I haven’t watched any of the episodes after the Netflix movie, but I like the characters and I’m happy to see the next generation of kids gets to grow up on it too.

I did not hate Season 9. The later seasons I agree were not as good, but I never hated the School of Friendship or Cozy Glow (I actually love the idea of adorable child villains). The introduction of Scootaloo’s lesbian aunts warmed my heart, along with LyraBon getting married and implied AppleDash (though I think RariJack would have been better, just saying). I don’t hate The Last Problem either. Once again, a bit upset Rarity didn’t end up with anyone though because she deserved to have a happily ever after (and Gallus and Silverstream ending up in different places. I think those two should have gotten together)

Pony Life is bad. The introduction of Pinkie Pie’s brother makes no sense and opens up a lot of plot holes, even more than Maud never having been in The Cutie Mark Chronicles flashback. I never got behind Sparity. Rarity is too old for Spike and to be honest I think Spike and Sweetie Belle should’ve.

One thing I never understood was the hate on Flash Sentry and Timber Spruce. I think they’re both charming and both good for their respective Twilights. No no no. I ship Sunset Shimmer with EG’s Rainbow Dash, not Sci-Twi. No hate on Twiset, though!

My favorite episode of MLP, or episodes I suppose, are still A Canterlot Wedding, Parts 1 and 2. Queen Chrysalis will always be my fav villain. I love two-parters. Twilight’s Kingdom and To Where and Back Again are my others. I HATED The Mean Six btw. I found it a pathetic return for Queen Chrysalis and extremely anticlimactic. It’s the only episode I genuinely hate. There are some I dislike a bit but that’s the only one I hate.

A large inspiration to how Poisoned Lipgloss sounds is PrinceWhateverer. I love his music and I admire him greatly.

Sorry for the long post!! You guys can ask me anything on my opinions on the show!! Just a reminder, my blog is NOT suitable for minors, so please keep out!

#very long post #my little pony #mlp #mlpfim #mlp g4 #about me #i still greatly relate to twilight sparkle #i don’t hate starlight glimmer either #starburst all the way #stixie is ok i think they’re just friends tbh #maybe onesided trixie

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kindheart525 · 1 year ago

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Jive Honey was quick to intervene when she saw how much her granddaughter was hurting, she knew a load of nonsense when she saw it. Once she had promptly led Sweetie out of the hospital, she didn’t hesitate to voice her disapproval.

“What in Equestria were you thinking?”

She scolded her almost like she was her own mother.

Sweetie Belle was stunned by how quickly she was rebuffed, first by her daughter and how by her filly’s grandmare.

“I was just trying to help!”

She said, and she meant it.

“Maybe I haven’t gone through everything she is but I was just trying to help her feel less lonely, by letting her know that I get it.”

“Well, it seems to me that you don’t get it. To be honest, you would have been better off not saying a word of what you said in there.”

Jive gave it to her straight, but she was earnest in her desire to help Sweetie understand.

“I’ve been in the show business for a long time, longer than you and Tendy have been around. It could get nasty, on a level that just can’t be compared to not having a cutie mark or stage fright or anything else of that fashion.”

She shook her head.

“I do see that,”

Sweetie decided to add her own two bits.

“After I had TT, some magazines wrote pretty rude articles about how I needed to lose a few pounds.”

“Of course, dear, but it’s more than that.”

Jive gently but clearly corrected her.

“When I was first starting out they would go hard on anypony who wasn’t paper thin, but fillies like TT got torn apart. Ridiculed, ostracized, everything until it broke their spirits enough to quit. Even back then you would have gotten an easier deal than most—“

She poked Sweetie a bit.

“—but TT would not.”

Sweetie was absolutely ashamed at how dense she was as she listened to her mother-in-law’s explanation. She really had no idea what it was like, now she was starting to get an inkling of just how insulting it must have been for TT to see her act like she knew.

“It really hasn’t changed, hasn’t it?”

She finally uttered, and Jive only shook her head.

“Well, what do I do? How can I make her feel better? What can I say?”

“I think it would mean a lot to her for you to just listen. She just wants her momma to be there for her without making it a competition.”

I’m not making it a competition, Sweetie wanted to say, but she chose to heed her advice and stay quiet.

“TT is going through a real rough patch and just needs our support in whatever she does while she gets better. I’d tell her that myself but it’d mean a whole lot more coming from you.”

Jive gave her a small but encouraging smile, hoping that Sweetie would take this to heart.

Then she noticed her son coming out of the hospital to join them, signaling that their discussion was almost over.

“And my goodness, please don’t talk to her about your body. I hope you don’t do that all the time, it’s sure to give a filly issues hearing that from her own mother.”

A final pang of shame shot through Sweetie Belle at this last part, but she couldn’t deny that it was true. She had a lot to think about.

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Previous: Grown Mare Next: Muse

Sweetie Belle’s cutie mark by Dropple-RD

#KindsArt #auraverse #bridleway #sweetie belle #jive honey #story piece #next generation #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4 #fatphobia mention

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - A SONG OF THORNS.

WORDS - 3,667.

RATING - 18+. [mentions of sexual abuse, slut-shaming and violence].

SUMMARY - it’s christmas day and adam sparke had found spilling spoiled milk is better than cherishing egg nog and christmas songs.

THE PAST

“There was a woman who wore a crown made out of thorns,

worn and torn from the war that had dawned;

Her eyes hopeless and dismayed,

Afraid of what was made,

Her legs bare and her heart scared;

Her hands spiked with cuts and bruises,

From the prickles that carved her cutis;

In despair and anguish from the pain she had to endure,

She turned her hurt into something she would insure,

The sadness and pity,

Turned into enmity;

And there she dug her grasp into the thorns,

To reassure that the only thing that could hurt her was the crown made out of thorns.”

Awkwardly, Isabella simpered graciously towards her husband who had closed the book he had written his composition in. Within the time Isabella had been pregnant, Kai had joined a poetry club to express his creative odes in and Isabella had been happy he had found something to waste time in instead of hyper-fixating about receiving the Oraphim’s approval.

“The poem is called A Song of Thorns,” Kai candidly imported, “it’s based on your struggles from your past and how you’ve overcome them and became a stronger woman,” he frankly elucidated hastily making himself comfortable on the chair he had sat on.

“Thank you,” Isabella gracefully applauded, she had gently held one week Ivy in her arms, to her surprise her pregnancy with Ivy had been facile, especially with the help of Hana and Lana, twin women that have helped Isabella with each trimester of her pregnancy with the little girl and her labour. Hana, the older twin was just as devoted into the Ophanim religion just as Kai, whereas Lana, the twin Isabella had grown closest to was laid back about the faith but she had practiced it from time to time.

Lana, protective over Ivy had gently knelt down to the child, kindly placed her hand against Ivy’s arms, eyes had then closed before she began to recite a prayer, silent, Isabella had watched Lana quietly speak over her child, if Isabella was being truthful, she was not really a believer in anything nor had faith, but she had found the intentions of a prayer from other people kind, to her, it showed her that people cared. “In the name of Ophanim I pray for the new child to have a blessed and protected life, to have strong health and a strong and caring heart, I pray for the Oraphim to guard Ivy’s life and future path, blessed be in Ophanim’s glory from the holiest place, amen.”

“Amen,” Hana and Kai echoed and in response, Isabella beckoned her head.

Venus and Robin considered Ivy as the best sister they could’ve ever gotten, sure, Robin had loved Venus and had been closer to his youngest sister than to his oldest, per contra, it didn’t eliminate the fact that Ivy had taken the older sister position seriously and accomplished everything an older sister should. She was kind, responsible, respectable and tolerable; she had always put her family first and was seen to never break down.

Yet, on this Christmas Day, something just felt wrong, Ivy had been in her shower for the last hour, her loofah in her hand as she violently scrubbed the material against her skin, there was one particular spot Ivy had continuously washed over that an agitated red mark had stemmed from the constant friction.

Ever since Ellie had informed Ivy what Rowan had done to her, preferentially, had made Ivy stop avoiding to lay in the truth, the older Rosalind girl had felt, dirty.

Ivy had always been a sexually confident person; she has told Isabella that she lost her virginity but had made sure to leave out the fact she lost it at a young age. The Rosalind girl had never thought she would have a sexual encounter that would emotionally break her but there was always a first for everything.

Flipped, Ivy had dropped her loofah, however, too hopped up to realise that the cleaning object had fell out of her hand, her eyes ample and expansive as she had used her hand to go over the same spot the loofah had once ran over.

Dismayed once she finally realised what she was doing, the random cold temperature of the shower she was under had woken her up from her trance, apprehensive, Ivy had stared at the front of her hands, her figure had shuddered, too distressed to move herself from the cold water that stabbed into her skin. Once she figured how disturbed and disheartened, she was the Rosalind girl had finally allowed herself to submerge into a fit of emotions, the palm of her hands gently pressed against her face as she sulked and wished for the daunted moment to end.

“Thanks mum,” Venus cheerfully acknowledged while she carefully sized and examined the polaroid camera her mother had gifted her, verily, Venus had been taken by surprise by the stately gift Isabella had surprised her with, polaroid cameras were hard to come across, counting that the film Isabella had paired with her polaroid camera usually came separate to the vintage object.

Robin was after Venus to open his gift, as he was a sneakerhead, the case that his mother had been capable of finding new footwear for him had made him moved and stirred. Moreover, last was Ivy, she had been gifted a butterfly book and a sewing machine, and so forth, she had a commodity she could distract herself with.

Dubious if Ivy had liked her gift, Isabella rubbed her knuckles with the pad of her thumb examining of Ivy’s body language. “You don’t like it?” Isabella shakingly questioned, as a response, Ivy briskly looked at her mother to bolster her.

“No, I love it,” Ivy consoled, “it’s just…I have something in my mind, that’s all.”

Braced, Isabella slowly beckoned her head in belief Ivy had pondered about Ellie. Currently, confident, Isabella turned to look at Scarlett, apologetic that she hadn’t been able to get the blond girl a proper present. “Sorry, Lottie, all I could get you was clothes.”

“Either way, thank you, I’m grateful for you being thoughtful,” Scarlett timidly cheered on within the process Isabella had handed Scarlett the garments and in response the blond girl she had slightly smiled at the stylish attires.

With his thick arm around Isabella’s shoulders, Joel had calmly nudged for the Rosalind matriarch to send him her attention. Her brown eyes had coolly laid into his hazel orbs, it had seemed like he had something to say, an unspecified thing he was excited about. “I have something for you,” he trucked, and curious, Isabella had raised the both of her eyebrows, she had watched Joel turn to face her children with a collected look on his face. “I’m going to steal your mother for a second.”

The kids were quick to be agreeable with what Joel had noted and as the children engaged with each other, Joel had grabbed Isabella’s wrist and softly dragged the brunette woman to her feet. With his other hand in his pocket in search for the blindfold he had tucked into the clothed space before he left his home, confused, but curious to what the Miller man had urged to show her.

When the older person found the piece of fabric, he had swiftly wrapped it around Isabella’s eyes and carefully led her to where he had calmly supported and pressed her to be. With her hands against her face and vigilant, Isabella had pressed her back against Joel’s chest and accepted for the bearded man to guide her to the area that held whatever surprise he had wanted to show her.

“Is it a dog?” Isabella randomly guessed, “a cat? A make-up set?”

Joel chuckled, stubborn to not give her any clues. “Impatient per usual.”

“I’m excited,” Isabella easily defended, yet had given up knowing that he was not going to budge. Be that as it may, it had taken about five minutes for the two to arrive at their destination, Isabella had felt Joel stop and had grown in excitement, carefully, the man had unwrapped the thick blindfold away from Isabella’s head and to process the pressure around her, the beautiful woman had blinked a couple of times, in awe at the building that lived in front of her.

A flower and bakery shop, it had appeared newly built and stood big and delicate. As she was frozen in awe, Joel had led her into the building and the moment the iciness that had stopped her body from moving melted, she gained the strength to wrap her arms around her romantic partner, excited, yet upset that she hadn’t been able to get him anything. “Thank you so much Joel, but I’m upset that I haven’t gotten you anything.”

“You being mine is all I need,” he kindly muttered ere he gently rubbed his nose against hers, with her forehead pressed against his she quickly pressed her lips against his mouth.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” she honestly remarked, caught off-guard, Joel had laughed at her straightforwardness, open to laying her against anything he could and fucking her ruthlessly, but the Christmas Party in the Church was about to begin and Joel had promised Tommy and Maria that he was going to arrive early.

Spontaneously, Joel had grabbed one of her buttocks and pushed her closer against his chest, he could see the lust fill in Isabella’s eyes as she stole another kiss from him, and if they had wasted one more second of sharing a romantic session, Joel was sure he’d lose time within his romantic partner. “We can do that later; we need to get ready for the Christmas Dinner.”

With a small pout, Isabella thieved one last peck from the man prior leaving the building hand in hand with the man she had fallen incredibly in love with.

The family were authentically greeted the moment they had entered the church and Ivy allowed the Christmas lights to reflect against her brown eyes, as her mind was too deep in the culvert and sluice, she had forgotten how much she had loved the Holiday.

“Hey, Ivy,” Dina kindly welcomed in hopes to have the Rosalind sister au courant to her, but Ivy had barely looked her way, but she had wondered why Dina was even here, she was a Jew. Ivy had raised the both of her eyebrows, uninterested in what she had to say, but too wistful to let Ivy alone, Dina gently pulled Ivy away from her family members to have an improved conversation with her. With her hands wrapped around herself, Ivy looked at the wavy-haired girl, afflicted. “Listen, I know I’m the last person you want to see, but please understand that Ellie loves you too much and would never cheat on you.”

Silent, Ivy’s eyes fell to her feet, suddenly filled with guilt on Christmas Day, reminded of the night she shared with Rowan, Ivy had anxiously nibbled the bottom left of her lip as she had also remarked the night Ellie had informed her that Rowan had taken advantage of her.

“Hey, I also found this for you,” Dina informed, with her hand dug into her back jean pocket, she carefully pulled out a badge, a butterfly badge, “Ellie told me you like collecting butterfly badges,” Dina nervously spoke as she attentively delivered the shiny piece to Ivy which she had remarked seemed really polished and cleaned.

It was a Black Swallowtail Butterfly Badge, “so I found one for you when I was patrolling.”

Surprised, Ivy stopped examining the badge and returned her gaze to Dina, her sight genuine and thankful. “Thank you,” she kindly thanked in belief that the new honest friendship the two will begin will bloom well and become a true friendship.

Isabella had currently been approached by Kaylee who had a hesitant and fluctuant expression embedded in her face, she held a short glass cup of alcohol in her right hand to help her with the moment and serenely approached the Rosalind matriarch in thoughts to end the embarrassing brawl.

The second Kaylee had appeared in Isabella’s perception, an automatic frown had appeared on the lady’s face, but Kaylee had mildly raised her free hand to symbolise accord. “For Venus,” Kaylee mentioned, and the intensity in Isabella’s face unbounded as she became willing to hear what the Lourde woman had to say. “Venus is an amazing student and I’d love to continue teaching her,” Kaylee easily expressed about the youngest child of Isabella, who had currently been sat down by Tommy and urged to play a Christmas song, she wasn’t against his wishes, just as she began to play Let It Snow, people slowly began singing along to the nostalgic melody.

Receptive, Isabella returned her gaze towards Kaylee whose expression was imploring. “Sure,” Isabella nimbly agreed ere grabbing a drink given by Seth who had respectfully beckoned his head in direction of the Rosalind woman before he rebounded to take care of other people’s drinks.

“Izzy,” Tora nimbly called out as he replaced the position Kaylee once held, placid, Isabella briskly glanced at Tora who kindly gestured a greet to her, unaware of the older Miller man who brought himself into the scenario, he had barely looked at Tora as he gently wrapped his firm arm around Isabella’s waist.

“Why does he call you that?” Joel curiously inquired while he used his other hand to take away Isabella’s drink and take a sip of it.

In faux conduct, Isabella shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she answered, and with a quick glance sent towards Tora, Joel returned the glass to Isabella who placed the object on the island behind them. “Do you want to dance?” She asked, both of her hands linked with her lover’s and without hearing an answer from him, she pulled Joel to the dance floor and dragged his chest close to hers.

“Well, alright,” he candidly smiled while he slid both of his arms around her torso and slowly danced with her.

Robin had awkwardly passed on a portrait to the blond girl he entered the dance with, Scarlett and Robin had taken themselves to a secluded area of the church, moreover, impertinent to observe what Robin had made for her. Scarlett had been excited when she had noticed he had drawn a portrait of her. Thankful, Scarlett had pulled the dark-haired boy into a grateful hug, currently upbeat to show him what she had gotten him.

“I found this for you,” Scarlett exposed, once she pulled away from Robin, she had revealed a volume of Attack of Titan to the boy, it was volume four, and Robin had previously spoken about how he finished reading volume three and had repeatedly apprehended each volume he owned after he had finished them. Thus, Scarlett had tasked herself to find more of the violent and action manga he loved.

Venus who had currently finished playing the piano which had been replaced by speakers had held her polaroid proud, her face, stamped with a wide smile had waved the object in their face and asked if she could take a picture of them. The two young duo had happily agreed with Venus’ idea and allowed the youngest Rosalind child to do whatever she had wanted.

“Jesse!” Venus suddenly called out before she begged the older male to take a picture of her, her brother and Scarlett together. The man had fallen into Venus’ entreat and took a couple of images of the trio together before asking Venus to take a picture of him and his mother together, excited the young girl went along with it and had easily had dozens of people asking for pictures together.

Soon after, Rowan had enrolled into the church, beside his mother the man had dragged his foot inside the wooded building. He had quickly scanned the area to discover who he was looking for, Ivy. She had been on her own with a cup of water in her hand, she had seemed distant from what had been going on around her that the Sparke man had found it a good idea to come ease Ivy’s loneliness.

Ivy could see that he was coming with the edge of her eyes, she had felt her heart gripe and stitch when the scent of his wood-like spiced skin had polluted her nose, she had saw the way he had awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets and softly greet her. “Hey,” he gently smiled in hopes for Ivy to look up at him, yet, she had remained silent, her eyes remained on the wooden boards her feet had rested on, and genuinely not in the attitude to respond to him.

Amateurish, Rowan lightly kicked Ivy’s feet to strongly gain her attention, his face humoured. “Hello? Did you hear me?”

In faux response, Ivy looked up at the male and rubbed her thumb around the outer circle of her cup. “Uh—no, hi,” she faintly greeted her eye sight briskly locked with his ere she gracelessly turned her sight towards the dancing couples, one of them being her mother and Joel.

“Is there anything I did wron---”

“Ivy! Get away from her!” Ellie rudely hissed, her rude note had quickly gained the attraction of other people under the wooden roof, uncaring, the auburn-haired girl had pulled Ivy closer to her who hadn’t had the strength to let herself go from Ellie’s grip, if she had been truthful, it was nice to have Ellie be around her. At first Ivy had been unsure if the Williams girl was going to make an appearance at the Church and all of a sudden, the freckled woman had come into view liked a caped superhero Robin would speak about from time to time.

Ellie had ignored any of the comments the Sparke man had made and dragged Ivy into a private area of the church, unaware of the puzzled look Isabella had on her face while she slowly began to lose touch with dancing with her partner.

“I want another drink,” Isabella lightly muttered and attentive, Joel pulled himself away from her after he had cited, he would get her one, after Isabella thanked the man, Isabella returned to the table she was previously at ante she pulled Joel to the dance floor.

By the rim of her eyes, she could see Joel join a small conversation with his brother, so she had moved her sight to the couples on the dance floor, slower music had begun to play and Isabella wished she hadn’t told Joel she had wanted a drink. She had loved being held by him in rife ways, besides, she had loved that she was able to land herself a man such as him. Someone strong and someone who was willing to protect her.

“Kaylee told me the both of you had settled with each other,” Adam aimlessly commented, his casual and fluky appearance had caused the woman to jump, she had noticed she had been too much in her head to grasp that Adam had made his way towards her.

Entertained, Isabella aimed her vision via him, her tone nourished. “Just because I’m allowing Kaylee to teach Venus again, doesn’t mean I’m in the Christmas spirit to reconcile with you, or even speak to you.”

“Knew you was going to say something like that,” he muttered and out of kickback, Isabella mildly scoffed at the dark-haired man ere she carried on watching the couples dance while silently requested in her mind that Joel would come sooner. Adam turned his body towards the crowd and watched duos of people sway their body together, his eyes slowly examined each person until his orbs landed on Tora, peeked how he lightly danced with a beautiful woman in his arms and out of pry, Adam returned his gaze to Isabella. “How do you two know each other?”

“I met him the time I left Jackson,” Isabella replied and inquisitive, Adam raised the both of his eyebrows, and quickly thought about the short answer she provided him with.

With his fingers against his chin, Adam looked back at Tora with an enticed look on his face. “I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at you,” Adam commented, and lightly, Isabella perked her right eyebrow, disinterested. “I recognise that look,” Adam impishly added, which had caused Isabella to lightly click her tongue, “it’s the look I’d give you after I figured out you used me for your own sexual desires.”

Uncomfortable, Isabella hugged her body and peeked her body to see if Joel had returned with her drink, and he wasn’t. Confused, Isabella had pondered on his whereabouts.

“Does using people make you feel better about yourself?” Adam maliciously inquired and puckish, Isabella playfully bounced her shoulders.

“Something like that,” she joked and spitefully Adam curved his eyes.

“Do you ever wonder how Joel would feel when he finds out the we’re…what do you call men like us? Right, eskimo brothers----” and the second he had tried to finish his sentence, a striking pain had installed in his jaw. He hadn’t even been able to comprehend what had been going on while the back of his head connected with the wooden boards, Joel had been on top of him, his solid knuckles had collided with the Lourde man’s face numerous of times, his veins raged as he tried to have his way to silence the man.

The Christmas music had stopped and countless of people had attempted to pull the older Miller man off Adam’s body, screams had commenced in the church while Tommy and Maria helped pull Joel off the exhausted man. With the crowd alarmed at the arbitrary situation, Maria and Tommy had guided Joel out of the building while Isabella quickly told Ivy to take the kids home before she trailed after the Miller family out of the Church.

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#the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us 2 #the last of us two #tlou #tlou2 #joel miller x oc #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams fanfic #joel miller fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #a song of thorns #asot

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rainbow600 · 1 year ago

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Dream Journal 11/6/23

(MLP Creepypasta addition)

I'll recount my dream last night as best as I can, tho parts of it have gotten confused and I'll try to tell it as a story for I feel like this would be a good horror story for mlp, tho might need some tweaks or so.

It started with being stuck in a maze like house. Everypony scattered around trying to find a way out. For groups of small black creatures, looking like spiders, we're out n about after the ponies. Twilight found herself in a area with multiple doors and thought she found a safe spot until multiple came rushing in from a different hallway than the one she had just come through. She tried to jump over but it was too late and she got swarmed. She was done for, or was she? She was back at the start, like as if given a second chance. Tho now wasn't the time to waste. Twilight made her way to the doors and quickly went to examine one. In it she found the skin of a pony and its flesh. She freaked yet picked up the skin and examined before the creatures came once again. She was swarmed and it faded to black.

We're show ponyvile (or at least my dream's version of it) and all seems fine. There's been something off about Twilight but no pony could really put much of a hoof to it. AppleJack ends up finding Twilight to talk only to find Twilight acting normal, but her skin was loose and maybe even coming close to falling off.

Back tracking. Twilight finds that soon the swarm of small creatures scurrys off and leaves her be. It seems that if a pony was to wear the skin of one that had already been dead or killed off by the pests, that pony would be safe from harm. (This is where my dream gets a bit confusing as it went back and repeated stuff but with different outcomes.)

AppleBloom was lucky to have made it out alright, but she didn't have her fur anymore. For some reason she goes to Twilight who happens to he in the process of shaving her fur to put on a different coat of fur. Twilight had found AppleBloom's coat and presented it to her in a crazed like way. AppleBloom didn't seem to notice and thanked Twilight for finding her fur!

Twilight is found by Big Mac back in the house as is convinced to do the same as her into finding a skin.

(Now here's were it whiches to what actually happened, but Big Mac is still somehow involved)

Twilight had successfully put the skin of another pony on and had seemed to connect powers with the previous pony's cutie mark. Twilight goes around to protect herself until a random pony comes around saying "You're not [insert pony name here]!" And takes the skin off Twilight. Twilight freaks as this pony doesn't understand and it seems they get swarmed as the next scene features AppleBloom and SweetieBell playing on a hill while there are some pony figures in the distance. These figures are deemed parasitic and are to not come in contact with other ponies, bring banished in a sense or so to stay in that area. These previous ponies are Twilight, Big Mac, and three other random ponies that near the end of my dream come and threaten to attack AppleBloom and a colt that might of been ButtonMash before being stopped.

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secretxxpaladaiseu · 1 year ago

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chisapuppy:

He takes a moment to mark down her birthday in his phone calendar just so he doesn’t forget before looking back up to her still attentively paying attention and laughs a little at the end.

“Well, most reptiles need and love heat but there’s a balance, don’t want the poor things burning to a crisp. Maybe down the road I could help you with a snake, most are really affectionate actually, they even enjoy cuddles which is just adorable.”

He smiles a bit before blinking a little being confused for a moment before it clicks and he grins a little.

“Oh.. Really now? Well I’m definitely impressed by that.. A pretty cutie like yourself I would imagine has to use both hands to fend off people. You’re adorable and friendly, who doesn’t want that? But ehh. Probably a good thing if people aren’t stressing you out about such things. Less of a headache surely. Was.. ’high school’ at least fun? Sorry if that’s forward I’m just genuinely curious cause I hear about awkward stories at times.”

She nodded a few times as he talked about helping her get a snake, smiling brightly as she thought about it. “Absolutely! They can be so beautiful, and if I get a young one, I can help it adjust to being handled by me so it’s much more comfortable. They can have very good temperaments compared to most, but of course I’m talking about non-venomous ones. I’ve done a lot of research in my free time...”

Slowly, her head lifted as he asked about her last encounter, chuckling softly. “I suppose so...? I don’t have any regrets, and he was my boyfriend at the time. He went to study abroad, so we broke up. After that, I got into streaming and it’s...Kind of consumed my life. Well, there is no kind of. I used to do marathon streams all the time when I first started where I would stream for 18 hours or more. As I gained popularity, I started having even less time for myself, even though my streams were shorter. I never had much of a social life, but it really went away once I became a streamer.”

She sighed softly before nodding a few times at her own words. “Honestly...I don’t think I’d realize I had someone’s attention like that unless they told me. I’ve always been pretty bad about social cues, and I’ve never really gotten to change that.”

#jinae rply;#surprise mechanics;

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roscgcld · 4 years ago

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INUMAKI TOGE || scary man

request: The little sister ask is so cute is it okay to ask something like it I don't want to bother you, but if it okay then inumaki toge x little sister reader (5 or6), where she is scared of them because he doesn't visit a lot and is quite so whenever he visit she hides under the bed , poor baby would be so sad,also imagine the other 2d years trying to help him,

I forgot to add this sorry when the other second year try to help him it backfire because she gets attached to maki instead ( string beautiful woman a big sister!) Sorry again for forgetting your writing is so good

note: hello love! no this was not a bother to me at all! I enjoyed writing that imagine! i wouldn’t mind writing a short imagine for this! also, thank you for thinking my writing is good c: it is average at best, but i feel your love~ i hope you enjoy this though!

pronouns: she/her

scene: before yuji’s appearance in the story; since it will be weird to only have maki ><

"This is going to be your future school, by the way!” A tall white man with a blindfold said to the young girl, who was holding onto his hand tightly as she stared at the school in awe. Today was a special day, the Inumaki clan had revealed to the world another Inumaki heir; one with strong cursed energy that is quite the force to be reckoned with. Even though she doesn’t have the Cursed Speech Ability like her older brother does, she still has all the qualms to be a powerful sorcerer in the future. So, with that, Gojo somehow convinces the Inumaki elders to let the young girl to visit the college.

The main reason? For his own student, of course!

Everyone knows how much Toge misses his family, more specifically, his baby sister. He hasn’t seen her since she was born, besides the odd visit here and there that never seems to end well for the two of them. When she was first born, she loved her older brother to pieces, not minding his tattoos and how quiet the man was. But the older she got, and the more she spends time around others who look relatively normal, it become a shock to her system when she realised that her “onii-chan” has scary tattoos on the side of his face.

And only speaks in onigiri ingredients too! What kind of person talks like that?

Gojo had heard this little ‘issue’ form Yuta one day, after noticing that Toge looking more glum then usual after the school gave students permission to return home over the weekend. So, as the loving sensei he is, why wouldn’t he pull some strings to let the youngest Inumaki heir to come and visit the college? She is going to enroll here in the future anyway; and since her brother was going to be there to keep an eye on her as well, his parents had agreed to let her go with the white haired shaman.

Which was how we found the little girl, wide eyed and dressed in a adorable purple and white kimono, walking beside her guardian for the day. Gojo found the young girl quite adorable, having to hold her tiny hand firmly so she was not running about the school to explore. He didn’t want her to fall and hurt herself, since she was technically under his case; but he also wants to see her reaction to seeing her older brother. “Y/N-chan, shall we go and see the onee-chan and onii-chan I told you about?”

Immediately the girl’s eyes widen as she nodded her head in excitement, soft pigtails bouncing along with her movements. Gojo had to slap a hand over his face to stop his laughter from leaving. He may not want kids, but he does find kids absolutely adorable; and wouldn’t mind taking care of them from time to time. “Let’s go then, cutie!” He said after he took a moment to calm down, laughing when the little girl just tugged on his arm excitedly as she tried to lead the way.

Only to pause when they reached a courtyard and turned to look at the older man with a soft pout; as if silently telling him that she’s lost now.

Gojo grins and reaches over to pat the top of her head before he led her towards the courtyard, where he was sure the second year students were resting at. The second years were all on break right now, having had 3 hours of lessons earlier in the day. So the man was able to locate them at their usual resting spot - the cherry blossom gardens, resting on the soft grass under the shade of the still budding cherry blossom trees.

“Yo, second years! I have a guest I want you to meet!” Gojo called out as he led the little girl towards them, who now switch to grabbing onto the fabric of his pants as they made their way towards the small group. Maki and Yuta shared a confused look, wondering if Gojo had fathered a child along the way. Panda had opened one lazy eye, his nose twitching a little at the sight of the young girl. Only Inumaki looked like he had an idea on who she is, perking up a little as he got up hastily. “Bonito flakes!”

“That’s right!” Gojo said with a grin as he clapped, gesturing to the girl that was hiding behind the tall man’s legs; peeking over at the group shyly. “Let me introduce you to the youngest Inumaki heir, and younger sister to our dear Toge-kun, Inumaki Y/N!” He introduced before he carefully coax the girl from behind his legs, squatting down before her as he gave the unsure girl a smile. “Now, Y/N-chan - how do we greet people?”

Immediately the young girl pauses before she faces the group once more, folding her hands before her before she gave them a soft bow. “It’s nice to meet you all.” She said in a soft and shy voice, causing both Maki and Yuta to coo at how cute she was. Neither of them have met Toge’s little sister before, besides seeing the odd video and picture from their friend; so seeing the young girl that’s no more than six shyly greeting them definitely causes them to find her adorable.

Toge, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Even though he does not see her as often, due to college and all, he still loves his baby sister to death. Without a fail he will send birthday and christmas presents to the young girl, receiving videos of his baby sister unwrapping them on camera and thanking him with the cutest smile on her face. However, he knows that she still does fear him - so he wasn’t too shocked when she just shyly clutched onto the front of Gojo’s uniform; shaking her head repeated whilst the older man tried to coax her to go and greet the others.

Yuta, as if feeling her distress, decided to get up and gestures for his friend to follow, both boys quietly making their way towards her whilst Maki stayed back to watch with a smile. “Hello there.” Yuta greeted quietly as he bent down to her height, giving the young girl a welcoming smile whilst Toge stood over the two of them. “My name is Yuta, you must be Toge’s younger sister?” He asks in a kind tone as he gestures to the other boy, who just waves at his sister warmly.

At the sight of the two males, the younger girl freezes up before burying herself deeper into Gojo’s jacket, causing the older man to chuckle as he rests his palm on her back soothingly. “Don’t be scared. Like I said, they are nice people.” He tried to coax the little girl, who refused to pull her face out of his uniform jacket. Her action caused Toge’s shoulders to sag a little, feeling bad that his own baby sister was scared of him.

It wasn’t his fault that his ability causes him to have tattoos on the side of his mouth and tongue. He remembers crying about it when he was younger too, but had gotten used to it ever since. Plus, a few of his uncles and aunts carry the same markings too, so he didn’t feel too alone.

But when your own baby sister is clearly scared of you, anyone would be sad.

Maki, as if sensing the tension, got up before she made her way towards the two, gently smacking the back of Yuta’s head as she squatted down beside the male; who glared at her in response as he rubbed the back of his head lightly. “You’re hopeless.” She grumbled before she turned to face the little girl with a smile, who had shyly glanced over the new addition to the group. “Y/N-chan, my name is Maki.” The woman greeted in a surprisingly soft tone, causing the little girl to loosen her hold a little on Gojo’s jacket. “Your onii-chan has told us a lot about you, and Yuta and I are quite excited that you came to visit us all the way in Tokyo.”

The three males shared a shocked look, having never expected Maki to be able to converse in such a soft tone with anyone before. But somehow she is doing it - quietly talking and coaxing the girl out of Gojo’s jacket; and soon the two girls joined hands to go to the vending machine to grab a drink. Yuta and Toge both blinked, sharing a look between each other whilst the two girls slowly faded off into the distance. Even Gojo was quite shocked by the outcome, grinning over at the two as he rest his face in his hand, his elbow resting on his bent knee with a grin. “Oya? Seems like you’ve got some competition for attention, Toge-kun.”

“...Tuna.” Toge huffed, and if his zipper was down, there was definitely a pout set on his lips as he looked away from the grinning older man. “Gojo-sensei.” Yuta said with a soft frown as he glances over at his teacher disapprovingly, who only gave a cheeky smile in response. Yuta ignored the older male as he got up, gently patting Toge on the shoulder with a smile as his friend glances over at the slightly taller male. “Don’t mind, Toge - I am sure all we need to do is help her warm up to you a little more. I mean, it’s been awhile since you’ve last saw her. Maybe she just needs more time.”

Toge gave his friend an uncertain look, but it wasn’t like there was any other choice. So he just sighs softly before he nods in defeat, to which Yuta just smiles and squeezes his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry - I am sure she’ll talk to you eventually.

As the day continue to go by, Toge was pretty sure that there was no way the two of you are going to be bonding anytime soon.

Throughout the entire day, you have been clearly shadowing Maki around; asking her if she can teach you things, following her about as she went to class; clinging onto her every word as she entertained your curious questions. Yuta wasn’t any better then Toge, but she still managed to talk to him without flinching or running away from him; but she’d have to be clutching onto Maki or be close to the older girl whenever she’s conversing with Yuta. Even Panda had some interactions with you - well, it was more so you jumping and climbing all over the panda with the bright smile and loudly giggles whilst Panda laid there, letting you climb about his fluffy body.

However Maki did actually try to get the younger girl to talk to him - asking the young girl to go and ask if her older brother wanted a drink after class, quietly coaxing her to go and ask him for things like snacks or change for snacks. The younger girl though, was not having it - shaking her head with tearful eyes, silently begging the older girl without using her words. This caused Toge to deflate and his mood to drop significantly. It wasn’t like he can control his appearance to begin with.

To be honest, he had never thought much about his appearance. Because of this, he was used to getting comments and hiding his tattoos so he didn’t really stand out - but when it’s his baby sister, who he loves with his entire heart, is the one scared of him?

Now that was just another low.

Toge whines as he leans back into his seat, watching his baby sister going about following Maki as she went about her day. Yuta, who was seated next to the sulking teen, glances over at him in amusement as he finishes his mouthful of water. “Maybe she just needs some time to warm up to you.” He tried to offer, feeling bad that he was feeling this way. He was sure having your baby sister fear you was probably not the best feeling. Must have been another slap to the face when she ended up falling about your best friend. “I mean, she’s still young. She’ll grow out of this.”

The same boy just whines and tilts his head back with his eyes closed, trying not to think about the entire thing. It was because of this that he didn’t hear soft whispers and footsteps, only looking over curiously when he felt someone gently tapping on his knee. Opening his eyes quietly, he looks pulls his head up just in time to see his baby sister, cheeks rosy and eyes downcast as she held out a crudely picked bunch of flowers. Maki stood beside the young girl with an amused look on her face, looking over at Toge with a raised eyebrow when he looks up as well. “Salmon?”

“Y/N here said she wanted to make you feel better.” Maki said with a grin as he reaches down to pet the soft girl on the hair whilst the young girl just shyly nods her head. “She felt bad, since I told her that you’re sad that she’s scared of you.” Maki continues whilst Toge blinks before he carefully takes the flowers from the girl’s young hand. Quietly she wrapped her arms around his legs, since he was seated on a few seats higher from the ground.

Her reaction caused Toge to freeze, watching as she nuzzles closer and tighter her grip even more. “...D-Don’t be sad, Nee-chan.” She mumbles out in a soft voice, one so pure and innocent that it had all the seniors coo at the little girl quietly. “I-I promise to be a g-good girl..”

Toge felt his heart melt, the sadness he felt from the day melting along with him as he reaches over to pat the top of her head gently. He had hoped that his actions spoke louder then words for him, offering the girl a soft chuckle when she just looks up at him with a bright smile. Wordlessly she held her tiny hand out for him, causing Toge to tilt his head as he grabbed it; letting the little girl start to drag him about somewhere.

Maki and Yuta decided to sit back as they watch the two siblings go off to somewhere on campus, probably to the pond located on the temple grounds to feed the fish together. “How did you convince her to approach Toge?” Yuta asks with a raised eyebrow as Maki took Toge’s place on the stone steps, her long sword resting by her side. “Oh, I just explained that her older brother loves her a lot, and ask her who do you think gets you all of those gifts on her birthday.”

“Ah, guilt tripping.” Yuta teases with a grin whilst Maki just rolls her eyes with a chuckle, nudging him softly. “I would say it’s teasing her how to count her blessing.” Was Maki’s reply as they watch the two walk deeper into the campus, Toge nodding his head with an excited look whilst the young girl was talking non-stop about something.

“But hey, at least both of them look happy.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #inumaki #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk inumaki #jjk inumaki x reader #inumaki to/ge #okkotsu yuta #jjk okkotsu #zenin maki #zenin clan #gojo satoru #jjk maki #jjk gojo

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

it’s the last day that you might ever see him again, so, to hell with it, right? (image from straykidsfilm on twt!)

please read the CWs bc this fic talks about body image!! this is something close to me as well, and I wanted to share some cute innie love!! <3

hey you reading this! you’re gorgeous ;)

don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

Pairing: self insert, female reader x yang jeongin

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: high school crush au (everyone depicted in this fic is at least 18), virgin!reader, virgin!jeongin, plussize!reader (i think this is the right tag, if not plz correct me!) first time au, cuties in love, softdom!jeongin, (hehe ya know I love me a soft dom), sub!reader, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties!) semi-public sex, nipple play (f), fingering (f), cumshot, somewhat of a quickie, dirty talking, lil bit of a corruption kink, cute fluffy undertones!

CWs: brief mention of a fistfight and blood/wounds, insecurity over weight and descriptive narrative about body weight/appearance and negative self image

Word count: 7.1k

Word had spread that someone had gotten into a fight on the last day of school. Supposedly, it had occurred during the second to last hour of the day, and it was a group of three to four boys. The rest of the details had been unclear, but you had heard mutterings about their names, or how each of them had walked into the principal’s office with bloodied knuckles, fat lips, and purple bruises to their cheekbones. You had heard that one of them had laughed in the face of the principal, claiming that they simply had it coming.

“I heard that they were from class A-4. Or was it A-3?”

Your friend leaned over with her skirt ruffling on her plastic chair.

“Who could be so stupid?” She strung her bubble-gum around her finger with cracked nail-polish. “Are they looking to graduate, or what?”

“I don’t know...”

In your lap, you hands grew clammy with sweat. It was against your will, but you couldn’t but help thinking...

Yang Jeongin was in class A-4.

Your chest tightened thinking about if it had been him that had gotten in the fight.

It was no secret that you had harbored a crush on the boyishly handsome student from the other class of your same year. You had read or seen somewhere that the reason that they called crushes “crushes” was because they did just that--they crushed you to the full extent of the word. Whoever had said that, you had learned that they were 100% right. Having a crush on Yang Jeongin had been the most painful experience of your life. Since middle school, it had been something that you had scribbled in your diary, and the reason why you would hold your breath when he walked by with his friends, or when you’d see him on the same bus as you.

You can’t exactly recall when it started, it just kind of did.

There was nothing extremely notable about him: he wasn’t his class president, he wasn’t the ace of a sports team, nor did he even have friends who really were notable either. No matter how much you pondered it, you couldn’t figure out what it was about him.

Yang Jeongin was known for having a kind smile and a jovial laugh, so you just decided that it must’ve been one of these things. This semester he had ashy-grey brown hair, and your best friend still hadn’t heard the end of it from you. Over time, you had learned that he liked banana milk with his lunch and kept a fox enamel pin on his backpack. He had worn the same beat up sneakers for all of high school and wore this same grey hoodie on most days when it would get cold.

A couple times you had imagined what it would’ve been like if he had let you borrow it on the days when it would mist on spring mornings, or when snow would fall early in November. There had even been times when you imagined him holding your hand, walking down the hall, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hold you close...among other things. Somehow, you liked to think that he would be the kind of person who would love you more than you could love yourself. Granted, you never could know for sure. Being optimistic made up half of your fantasies.

“Just confess already.”

Your best friend had said half a million times over the course of the years.

The more you had contemplated it, the less sense that it made. A confession would’ve been a whole lot easier if he had known who you were.

“There's no way.” You had said morosely. “As if he would say yes to me.”

“Can’t know unless you try.” Your friend smiled, sucking at her lollipop on the walk home. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never written him a confession letter before...” Her backpack hopped up and down with her arms outstretched animatedly in that alley decorated with vines. “...Where do you keep them? In your desk? Under your bed? In your sock drawer?”

“Oh shut up!!” You nudged her, sending her spiraling out with laughter.

“If it’s the last day of school, you’ve got nothing to loose! You’ll never see him again! If he says no, no big deal!”

The clock ticked on the wall to your classroom, the seconds hand moving silently faster and faster the more that you looked at it. Under your desk, your fingertips pricked the edges of the pink envelope. You had written your the name as nicely as you could with flowery cursive with tiny flowers. On the back, you had sealed it with a sticker: an orange fox.

Your throat grew dry seeing only six minutes before the bell would ring, and then the metal legs of chairs would scrape on the floor, the hallway would flood with students, and you would make your way to his locker and pray that he would stop by there. In many ways, just thinking about it was enough to make your stomach do somersaults and for your hands to wet even more embarrassingly with sweat. Your knees felt limp, and you wondered if you even had it in you.

Even worse, a deeper fear crept in the back of your mind--it was much more venomous and horrifying, but you couldn’t keep it down. You feared that he would laugh in your face, throw the letter down, and throw his head back at you and how ridiculous your moment of confidence had been.

How could be like someone like me?

Perhaps your biggest fear of all, even greater than the rejection, was him admitting that he could never like someone like you.

Your skirt was tighter on you than most, at least, tighter than it was on the other girls. When you would shop at the school uniform store, you could never escape the glares from the ladies when you and your mother asked for the larger sizes that they had. Your soft cheeks were plush and squishy, and your belly striped with stretch marks that you had stopped looking at in the mirror. Because it was more comfortable, you wore leggings under you skirt, even in the warmer months, even if it made you sweat. Oversized sweaters would swim over your frame, for the very reason that you could swim in them.

As optimistic as you could be, there had been some nights worse than the others where tears would wet your eyes before sleep, no matter how many affirmations and positive sticky notes you had pasted to the back of your bedroom door.

How could I like someone like you?

It would be so easy for him to say it. Words flicked off the tongue hastily are the ones that often hurt the most. You just hoped and hoped that he had been everything that you had made him to be...as unrealistic as it was.

The bell chimed, and you felt your heart leap into your throat when the room erupted into cheers and papers and desks went flying and screeching around the floor.

“Are you ready?” Your friend winked, and the corners of the letter pricked your fingers.

~💌~

With some stroke of luck, he was exactly where you had wanted him to be. Even then, some small part of you had secretly had hoped that he hadn’t just so you could walk away. You would’ve walked away from him, that school, everyone who had known you and just let it be. However, fate had been much kinder to you...damned fate.

Your heart quickened upon seeing him. He was wearing that same grey hoodie with the drawstrings that he would tie into bows sometimes, and that same enamel pin shone silver on his backpack. You realized that it even looked almost exactly like the sticker you had used. His navy uniform slacks were dusted with dirt however, and one of the knees had a bit of a tear to it. In your horror, you then saw the scrapes on his face: one right under his eye, on his left cheek, and a thin red line on his bottom lip where it had cracked open. Before you could think of anything else, seeing how much it must’ve hurt him made your heart twist.

From your backpack, you drew out the rest of the stuff that you had prepared, and tried your best not to collapse from the way that your knees trembled.

“H-hi...” You announced, head down, and mouth deathly dry.

Yang Jeongin whipped his head over to see you, slightly startled. Up this close you could see his adorable brown eyes that even looked at if they glistened with stars in them.

“...Hi?” He returned, closing his locker, and wetting his lips.

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and you quickly presented him with the letter, the carton of banana milk with the heart sticker on top, and the tiny case of animal shaped cookies.

With eyes glued to the floor and his beat up gym shoes, you said the words as fast as humanly possible, “I-know-that-you-don’t-know-who-I-am-but-I’ve-really-liked-you-for-such-a-long-time-now-and-seeing-as-its-the-last-day-of-school-I-wanted-to-tell-you-so-please-accept-this!!”

You waited for what felt like hours, then he took the items from your hands with a tentative touch. “Um...thank you...for this.”

This was it. It was happening. You had already known that it wouldn’t get much better, and the way that he looked petrified only made you feel even more heat rush to your cheeks. Even then, now that the words had escaped your lips for the whole universe to hear, it felt good in some small, relieving way.

“Y-you don’t have to say anything back. Please don’t...don’t feel obligated to, I just...” Your voice trailed, and your eyes wandered to the exit door behind him, and the green of the summery trees.

I should just leave. It would be better if I left. If I walk away, this is all over...

The hem of your skirt tickled your nervous fingers, and you had nearly made up your mind. You wished at least that he would say something rather than just staring.

“I-I can just...leave, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...how could I think that...nevermind.”

It took everything that you had, but you blinked the tears that stung the corners of your eyes and you hiked your backpack straps up a little higher.

You motioned to the things in his hands, “I hope that you enjoy those things and...good luck at university.”

You flashed a feeble smile for him, right back to his astonished face. Just outside of the exit, there was the rest of the world in front of you, and you also took peace in the fact that it really was a really nice day then.

“W-wait!!” He suddenly said with a slight crack to his voice, turning after you to grab at your wrist too. As soon as he did, his eyes widened, the the gruff voices of a group of boys echoed down the hall.

“Where is that shithead?? This isn’t over.” The tall boy from class A-4 balled up his hand into a fist, and smacked it into his palm. The tall boy and about three of his friends also had red knuckles and scratches on their faces, each to a varying level of degree.

“Shit.” Jeongin bit his lip, and his grip on your wrist tightened. “Uh-can you come with me?? This way?? Fuck--” He nodded toward the opposite hallway, and your head spun thinking why he would want you to come with him.

“What?? Why??”

“Just--” He watched the boys coming frantically and hid behind his locker door. “They’ll beat the shit out of me again. Just....come on!”

A nervous thrill sent a shiver down your spine feeling his hand and the warmth there while he guided you, pushing and parting the sea of bodies chatting and hugging each other goodbye.

“Where are we going?” You called to him, and the little carton of banana milk swayed in his opposite hand.

“I don’t know. Anywhere.”

You followed him further and further, through the hallways that had emptied of students or any semblance of them. Shades had been pulled in most of the empty rooms, and the chairs had been placed on top of the tabletops of desks. Both of your shoes squeaked under the flooring when you turned corners, and the sound of his nervous panting became louder and louder. Where he held you, the sleeve of his sweater bushed up against you, and it was even softer than you had imagined.

Jeongin pulled at several doorknobs, finding them to be locked, head turning to see if the group of boys had followed. At last, he found one that did unlock, and he threw it open on its hinges as quickly as he could. It was one of the storage closets for the theater department, and it was dustily coated on all surfaces and even moldy smelling, with not a window to be found. Jeongin flicked on the light, revealing the stacks of props and furniture that you vaguely remembered seeing in performances in the past.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you so hard.” Jeongin finally said.

“It...it’s okay.”

“If I got caught with them again I might as well kiss college goodbye...” He raked an anxious hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to fight with them before...”

“Are...you okay?” You softened your tone, seeing the way that the pink marks on his face must’ve been made against the hard cement of the floor outside.

“I-I’m fine. Thank you.”

His eyes really did look like they glistened.

“It...it’s really funny actually...” He shoved his hand into his pocket, fumbling with the contents with a shaking hand, then took out a crumbled piece of notebook paper that had been torn. “Take it.” He prompted with wide eyes.

“Me??”

“Who else?” He laughed lightly.

The note had been written in black ink, and it smudged and bled to the other side of the paper, and the scribbled handwriting looked rushed as if it was an afterthought or some kind of crazed ramble. You unfolded it all the way, starting at the first sentence.

dear y/n from A-2,

you probably don’t know my name, but I’m yang jeonjin jeongin from class A-4, i wanted to write this to tell you that I think that youve you’re really pretty, beautiful and that i’ve been kind of watching you for about a year now, i’m sorry if that’s creepy but, yeah, i just think that you’re really cool and i like it when you smile. i’m sorry that i didn’t say anythimg aything anything about this sooner, i was kind of shy about it to be honest, i didn’t want you to thank think that I was being disrespectful or anything like that, but seeing that its the last day of shcool school and I don’t have a ton to lose loose lose i thought that it was worth a shot. if this doesn’t go the way id i’d like it to, please don’t stop smilng smiling ♥

-yji

By now, the boy from A-4 was swaying his body back and forth almost violently as he waited for you to read the letter and fiddled with his arms crossed. His teeth tugged at his lip, and he anxiously awaited for you to say something. Little did he know that reading his words you were so shocked that you were certain that you had forgotten how to breathe for a couple moments.

“M-me? You mean this...for me?”

“Yeah?” He advanced to take the letter back, “I’m really sorry if it’s creepy, I know that you don’t know me at all and we’ve never spoken, this must be really startling but...I wasn’t expecting for you to write me one too.”

The adorable boy blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with a tiny growing smile.

“S-sorry that I was so quiet earlier, I was just really surprised.” Jeongin flipped your letter over too, then gasped a little seeing the fox on the back. “Oh.”

On the other side of the door, the loud and clambering footsteps of that group of idiotic boys clomped and they grunted among themselves asking where Jeongin had went. The two of you held your breath, and soon the voices receded. Once they passed, you threw your backpack around to scramble around the front pocket, pulling out a Band-Aid that must’ve been there for at least a year, but it still worked the same.

“Here...do you need it?”

“Oh! Um-no, but, thank you.”

A silence filled the dusty room, and Jeongin awkwardly moved to sit on one of the old prop couches. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you to do the same.

“The timing...kinda sucks.”

You laughed slightly, “That’s sort of my fault.”

“--My fault too.” He quickly added. “I’m sorry that I didn’t get the chance to know you sooner. Maybe we could’ve...” Jeongin dug his fingers into the velvety upholstery.

Slowly, your sinking insecurities started to creep like vines with thorns, and the words spilled out of your mouth before you had something to do with it.

Maybe he’s just being nice? Are you really certain that letter was meant for you?

“I guess that I’m just really surprised that you of all people could end up liking someone like me. Someone...that looks like me.”

The young boy cocked his head with his eyebrows confusedly crossed. “I don’t see what you mean?”

“‘Cause I’m like...” You motioned to your thighs, a bit chubbier, your larger breasts, and your skirt riding up your legs too. “...like this?”

“But there’s nothing wrong with you?”

“Psh...”nothing wrong with me”...” You laughed with sarcasm at the comment. “Have you seen the other girls in the school? Some of them are frickin’ idols for crying out loud...”

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he scooched in a bit closer, but slowly; carefully. “What I’m trying to say is...that there’s no one else like you! And--”

“--That’s exactly it. I’m not like everyone else...”

Jeongin blabbered, and his hand found yours resting on your lap. “I-I’m not s-saying that’s a bad thing! I’m saying that the reason why you stood out to me was because I think...” He shied, cheeks becoming even rosier. “...Because you just seemed so happy all the time, like, you didn’t care what others did or thought of you, I could tell, even from kind of far away, that you were someone who’s real not some kind of made-up thing that you put on every morning for the rest of the world to see you as. Also...” He giggled, “I just thought that you were really cute too.”

His thumb brushed up against the back of your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile at the small feeling.

“I mean...I do think about what people think of me, I think about it all the time...”

“I do too.” He said quietly. “Why else did I let it get so far that I let four guys gang up on me outside school?”

You didn’t press him for more, but merely let your opposite hand rest of top of his as you watched his expression fall. When he was in school, you had only ever seen him smile, but now seeing him like this, it was a whole other side. He looked up at you with his pleading eyes, and they were utterly gorgeous.

“My mom...my mom doesn’t make a ton of money. She barely makes enough to send to me school here, or buy me stuff like new clothes or uniforms each year. I almost never see her because she has to work so hard for me and my brothers...those...assholes had something to say about it and I kind of...snapped. No one can say shit about my mom when they don’t know how hard that she works for us.”

Your eyes fell to his scuffed and worn sneakers, and it all made sense.

“Then they found the letter...I didn’t want them to ruin the last good thing that I had going for me.”

In that moment, the whole world became silenced. You were the last good thing going for him and you had never even known.

Then, he smiled, broken as it was, bit it was still embodied his gentle warmth that you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“But! It turned out okay I think.” Jeongin said with a sigh. He glanced down at your interlocking hands on your lap and chuckled a little bit. “Kinda cool that this worked out though. Maybe we could spend the summer getting to know each other?”

This time, you let one of your happy tears drip down your cheek, and nodded gleefully. “Okay. I’d like that.”

Jeongin smiled, just as you had seen him do it a hundred times, but this time you knew that it was all for you.

“Can I...can I kiss you? If that’s okay? I-I’m sorry if this is really forward...I just...really want to.” He asked gently, then wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

You nodded, feeling your whole body shake just a little with your nervousness and anticipation. The world appeared to melt away once he had leaned in to press his lips on yours as softly and as carefully as he could. In that moment, you had forgotten where you were, what time it was or the rest of the beautiful summer day outside the doors of that school. Here, it was just you and him. Embarrassing as it was, this had been your first kiss too. Your mind raced with a million thoughts, asking yourself if you had been doing it right, but once you felt him smile lightly into you, your chest shivered with a sense of relief.

You had never expected kissing to feel like this, and it was a bit strange feeling something so close and intimate right on your own skin. At the same time, it felt like nothing else in the entire world had, and you only wanted more and more of it. He was cautious and respectful in the way that he had tilted his head, and loving how he had cupped your face with his hands cracked and bruised. You didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but settled one hand on his thigh, and the other on his shoulder where you tugged at his white button up stained with dirt.

He too shook with a sigh, readjusting himself, then ran one of his hands down your arm to hold your hand were it rested on him. He tangled your fingers together, and made a tiny little gasp feeling you connect with him. In seconds, he allowed himself to grow rougher, running his lips over yours with a type of fervency that teased at your bottom lip where you felt the warmth of his tongue. It took no more consideration, and you gave him the permission to meet the heat of his tongue with yours between parted lips now becoming a bit swollen.

Jeongin broke your connection for moments, and a different kind of haze took over his eyes. The way that he looked over your quivering lips sent shivers through your whole body, and he dragged his thumb over the tiny streak of saliva that shone on your lip.

“Is it okay if I touch you? In other places?” His eyes fell, and you giggled at the way that a kind of lust-filled hunger seemed to overtake him. For years you had fantasized about him ravishing you like this, and giving love to every inch of your body no matter how hard it had been for you to do that same to yourself. Still, as hesitant as you were, you feared that he would get a taste of all of you, and still change his mind.

“Really?” You stammered, instinctually crossing your arms around your chest. “You don’t think that I’m gro--”

“If you’re about to say “gross” don’t.” His expression became much more serious. “I-I’ll say it again a million more times if I need to: you, all that you are, is what I’ve been thinking of for so long, I’d love to touch you wherever you’ll let me.”

This time, you didn’t know if the tears were happy or sad, but regardless, the fat drops still fell down your cheeks.

“--And you can say no too. If you’re not comfortable, we can just keep doing what we were doing...there’s nothing wrong with that at all.”

The dim yellow light in the room buzzed, and you had recalled all the many number of times that you had pictured the very scene about to occur. On lonely nights, you wished to have felt his hands all over you, and now, they really could be.

“What do you say?” He asked, and squeezed your hand along with his.

“Can we...go slow with it? I’ve never...no one has ever offered to--”

“Of course we can.” He smiled adorably, which was a bit odd considering what he had just proposed. “But...I didn’t hear you say yes?”

“Yes.” You quickly added with a nervous inhale, but held his gaze with your assurance. “I-I want you to.”

The boy from the other class grinned, then took to carefully running his hands down your arms once more, and craning his neck to plant sweet little kisses into your neck: the stimulation from which made you whimper out of your own accord, and he giggled upon hearing it.

“You like that?” He whispered greedily, then continued sucking a little harder. Jeongin shrugged down your sweater from the collar, and his wandering hands circled little rubs into your bare arms.

Next, his fingers crept up slowly and cautiously at the bottom of your shirt, testing at first, but not pulling up the fabric all together. His cold fingertips buzzed on your skin in that drafty room, and he brought his lips back up to yours, also making tiny trailed gasps as he crept up all the way to your breasts. The moment that he touched them, both of you appeared to shiver on each other’s bodies, and your kisses grew even needier. At first he cupped over the padding of your bra, kneading and squeezing to play with the way that they jiggled slightly then pulling a bit harder, and relishing the way that they filled up his palms.

“Does this feel good?” Jeongin asked on your lips and you nodded back immediately.

The two of you leaned back on the aged couch, and the young man cradled your head to guide you into the cushion of the upholstery. He admired you for a few moments under him with one leg between your thighs and the other supporting himself and slipping a little on the cement floors. His thigh was just close enough to the heat of your arousal between your legs, and it ached and throbbed so badly, you were convinced you had never felt a feeling as intense as this. He leaned in closer, and pressed the muscle into your clit, and a muffled moan caught on your lip that surprised even him.

“Can I touch you even closer?” He asked, and those ashy grey-brown strands of his dipped over his eyes.

“Y-yes...please.” You found yourself begging, and he mischievously grinned at your desperation.

Under the cotton of your shirt, his fingers slipped under the padding of your bra to toy with your breasts directly. He kissed even more tiny quaking breaths into your mouth, finally finding your hardened nipples and tweaking them with his thumb and index. He pulled lightly at them, making your buds even more sensitive. You cried out with a helpless “ah!” and he stopped, worry across his face as if he had hurt you.

“F-feels really good. Don’t...don’t stop please...Jeongin...”

Absentmindedly, your hips had started to grind against his leg, and he had taken notice of it too. Had you been a bit more attentive, you could’ve seen the way that his member had swelled in his navy slacks, and throbbed, begging for attention too.

You could barely watch, but he hiked your shirt up, baring your cushy tummy for him to see only and you threw your embarrassed arms over your face. As long as you had kept the evil words at bay, they were much more seductive than any affirmation you could’ve repeated to yourself.

“Oh-are you okay?” Do you want me to stop?” The young boy immediately stopped and removed his hands. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no...it’s just...I’m really nervous be-because I’m--”

He sighed, then pulled your shirt down once more. “I can stop doing that for now. But...I just want you to know...I think that everything about you is even more beautiful than you know and these...imperfections--which they’re not--is everything that drives me crazy. Please don’t think that I see you negatively at all. I promise that I want to make you feel good everywhere.”

“Mm-okay.�� You shook with a heavy sigh. “You aren’t...disappointed or anything?”

Jeongin pressed a simple kiss onto your upper lip with a smile “Disappointed? Why?”

“Because I don’t want--”

“--No?? I’m not disappointed at all! You don’t owe me anything at all! Especially when you’re not comfortable with it.”

“Hm, thank you.”

He continued with a tiny grunt, lowering himself even closer to you, “Can I please kiss you some more?”

You allowed him, with the warmth of your kisses' meeting in the middle. The heat in your pussy pooled even greater, and you grinded further, thirsting for him in ways that felt forbidden. For a brief moment, you felt the fear seeping back in, head racing with the dozens of thoughts that he might have if he were to see your stretch marks on your belly and on the top-parts of your thighs. The more that you found desire for him, the less that you were convinced that he wouldn’t desire you as much as you did him.

“Do you want...I can touch down here too?” Jeongin hushed, breaking for a minute to hold your eyes earnestly. “Would that be okay?”

He had noticed the way that you had pathetically rubbed into his leg, and this too sent your hands over your shy face.

“M’ sorry...I can’t help...it feels good too...”

“Don’t apologize! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” Your crush smiled with his eyes smiling in the same way. “You can...probably tell.”

“--But...what if you don’t like it?”

He cocked his head, “Like what?”

Your lip quivered and you found tears stinging your eyes once more. “Don’t like..m-me? What I look like?”

“What!? Y/n...my head is like frickin’ spinning thinking about what you look under these clothes--can you please believe me?”

“It...it’s hard to...” Fat tears came waterfalling down your cheeks, and once again the young boy fully stopped his advances.

“The fact that I’m here with you, kissing you like this after daydreaming about it for so long...there’s nothing more that I want than to make you feel good right now. Trust me.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Y/n. I’m 100% sure. And you don’t--you don’t have to even take this off if you don’t want to...” He toyed with your skirt. “But these might get in the way.” He ran both of his hands up and down your thighs and leggings with flat palms, and you felt your whole body ache for more than just that. “Again, we don’t have to if you don’t want.” he gave you a reassuring smile, “We still have the whole summer--”

“I do!! I...still do...”

Your quick answer started the both you, but Jeongin still didn’t advance faster than what was comfortable to you. Instead, he carefully snaked his hands up and under your skirt, finding the elastic of the leggings then pulled.

His eyes blew out, enamored, seeing your bare skin, and he wetted his lips too seeing the way that your underwear had glistened with your essence. It was against your will, but you had soaked through your panties which he had swiped over a couple times accidentally, and the action itself sent an aching quiver to your untouched bud. You watched his every move has he angled his hand to ghost over the wet fabric, making you squeak from the new sensation. After, he found the band to your panties, pulling them down too.

“Wow.” He gasped, seeing the way that your bud twitched.

Jeongin dipped his fingers into your wetted folds, teasing at first.

“Woah.” He said with a little gasp. “You’re really...”

You stifled a moan with your lip, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer as his digits slicked with your arousal. “I-I know...I’ve never like, done anything like this before.”

The young boy’s thumb grazed over your clit, eliciting an immediate response, and your heels went digging into the cushion of the couch.

“This is your first time?’ He asked gently, two fingers now filling up your entrance.

The best you could, you tried to remain quiet, but the harder and deeper that he had advanced, the harder that it became. Your eyes wandered, right to the pressure he had created under his belt loops, and you wondered furiously what he would’ve felt like inside of you; if he could stretch you out, or what it would have felt to just be like that with another person.

Jeongin admired the way that your face scrunched up with a prideful little smile, and loved every minute of the way that your mouth would form airy “oh’s.”

“You like feeling my fingers inside of you? Fucking right into your wet pussy?”

His gaze held a lusty glaze seeing the way that your eyes blew out upon hearing his dirty words, and it only seemed to make him throb even harder himself.

“Y-yes...” You mewled, reaching out grabby hands to hold yourself steady on his shoulders, the other going to tug at his belt.

“I-I wouldn’t mind if you...you know...”

Jeongin rolled his body over yours, attaching his lips with yours once more just to let the words stick on your tongue. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Only-only if you want to--” You could barely get the words out feeling your thighs to shake as he coaxed your nearer and nearer with his thumb rubbing circles over your enlarged button.

“Of course I want to.” He assured you with even more kisses. “Are you sure?”

You hooked a couple of your fingers to pull out his black leather belt from its confines, muttering a tiny “yes.”

Jeongin carried out the rest of your job for you, going to quickly clink the metal of his belt away, tossing it to the cement floor haphazardly. From the boxers that he wore, there were a couple little wet stains, and the outline of his dick protruded thickly. Seeing it like this awakened something in you, something primal and feral that wanted nothing more to be connected to this boy and to have him spread you out until you could barely breathe. It was a horribly naughty thought, but as shameful as you felt, it was just as thrilling.

The boy sprung free his erect member, pink and dripping with his pearly pre-cum, and pumped at it a couple times, eyes raking over your whole body in the way that you had only ever dreamed of.

“This is actually...my first time too.”

He had said the words coolly, almost like he didn’t care at all about them, but you had assumed he had done so to keep you from worry.

“Oh fuck--” He muttered, taking his left hand to reach under your shirt once more and play with your breast roughly. “God, I can’t believe that this is happening.”

You coyly hiked up your skirt a bit higher for him to get better access, but not all the way, just as far as you could feel comfortable.

“I might’ve thought about this a couple times...” Jeongin said with a tiny smirk, then slowly dipped his hand back down to wet his fingers with your arousal, then coat it around his length. When he did so, he let out an unapologetic groan that wavered out of his mouth and filled up the room beautifully.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? I feel like I heard somewhere that it can kind of hurt for you the first time?”

You nodded out quickly to let him know, finally becoming impatient enough to claw at his arms all wrapped up in that grey hoodie of his.

He leaned down one final time, kissing you over before aligning himself with your pussy, kissing down your jaw, then to your neck where he buried his head as he lead himself into you. His arms shook where he held himself up, and the two of you shuddered at the feeling at last: that euphoric, tight, unreal feeling that you shared for the first time.

You whimpered out, digging your nails into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat too.

“I-its...s-so..tight.” Jeongin barely got the words out, but merely let himself throb around your velvet walls for a moment. “Y-you okay?”

“Mmhm.” You said, barely able to get more words out than this.

Truthfully, it did hurt just a little, but not as much as you had pictured it to be, but it was more like a pressure, and it only grew heavier as you got used to him.

Jeongin started to thrust his hips slowly, even painfully so, but he maintained his pace dragging his hips over yours. He filled you up so fully it was unfathomable, and his length pressed up against your deepest spot, sending a kind of electricity through your whole body.

He settled into a rhythm, finally getting comfortable enough to return back to your mouth to slick his tongue across yours, and cradle the side of your face in his hand. You let little whimpers fade into his mouth, as he did for you, and after long, he had decided to speed up just slightly to milk himself off with your tight walls. To your surprise, he reached his hand back down to your clit to rub at it erratically. His pattern made little sense, but compared to how he had been stimulating you deep inside too, you could barely hold on.

Jeongin grunted, biting into your lip with a trace of teeth. “I-I want you to c-cum first--I can’t...I can’t--”

Before you could even understand what he had said, the young boy snapped his hips harder, eyes closed and tiny bits of sweat forming on his brow. The pads of his fingers pushed harder, and you found yourself spinning even closer to an orgasm by his hand, the thought alone was enough to fulfil your deepest fantasies.

“I want you to cum all over my dick for me, okay? Sh-shit...”

“Jeong--”

“God, you’re...fuck...” He laughed a little. “I really really like you y/n. I really...”

It was as if the words had been stolen right from his mouth, and his voice had abandoned him, but all he could do was press harder, faster, glide his hips over you rougher...

“M’ gonna--” You gasped out with your whole core tightening into a knot that was just about ready to snap. The pressure behind your clit was intense and burning, and you became light-headed nearing the brink.

All at once you came with a searing and inexplainable white heat--much more intense than you had ever felt before in your whole life, and every single muscle in your body quaked as you did so, and you threw your head back to that dusty cushion of the couch. Your eyes rolled back on their own accord, and the best that you could do to muffle your moans was throw your hand over your mouth--which was quickly removed by the young man to do the job himself.

Your thighs violently shook and you felt yourself tighten around him. He too strung out explicatives as if they were the only words that he had known. You breathed out shallow gasps into his palm, and soon he tore himself out of your walls with incessant breaths, only having to jerk himself off for a few moments before his swollen tip burst with the white strings of his cum. He continued jerking himself as such until he had nothing more to give, and his own thighs shook where he had straddled you. You could feel his warmth on your thigh and the way that it dripped and slicked with the sweat of your leg.

Jeongin’s entire face flushed with pink, and he stammered out realizing the mess that he had made all over you.

“I-I’m so sorry...I-I didn’t realize, I wasn’t thinking...I just...”

While it was a predicament, you mustered the best smile that you could for him, secretly and utterly loving the way that it felt on your bare skin.

“I’ve got...I can figure something out--”

“--Jeongin?”

His attention snapped back to you in your afterglow, and you could practically see the boy melt right then and there.

“--Don’t worry about it.”

Just as he had been before, his smile creased into a shy and awkward little line, and he could barely hold your eyes. After the initial embarrassment, he couldn’t help himself but admire you.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this before, but I really do think that you’re perfect. If not perfect for yourself, I hope that I can show you how you are to me. You’re perfect for me. You’ve always been.”

“So have you.” You admitted to him in that cobwebbed room that held all kinds of forgotten trinkets and items.

“And thank you for giving me your letter too.” Jeongin raised the back of your hand to his lips where he placed a chaste kiss, then helped you carefully back up as to not make a mess of your skirt with the white staining your leg.

Your crush smiled, then let out a gleeful exhale, “I can’t wait for this summer.”

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