#kicks feet cutely in emotional constipation

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tee-hee˜! bitch.

[pinkykoo]

Jungkook fic recs

these are my favorite fics on this app, some make me laugh and kick my feet, some make me wet my panties, there are also some that make my tummy hurts but not much because i'm weak and can't stand angsty fics:(

enjoy<3

i'm going to start with my favorite writers, i actually like all of their works (go take a look at them) but the ones on this list have a special place in my heart</3

@girlygguk <3

-no in that way-| a s f | one-shot

in which you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, min yoongi. meanwhile, your other best friend, jeon jungkook, is hopelessly in love with you.

-needy-| s f a | series

hiding his feelings when you didn’t even know his name was hard. hiding his neediness and obsession when you finally did know his name and you were his fucking girlfriend? impossible. well, then it's a good thing you like him needy.

-denial- | f s a | series

you and jungkook both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you're crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night. trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. jungkook sees, and he's mad.

-first class- | f s a | one-shot

in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.

@awrkive <3

-cold nights and blurred lines- | f s | one-shot

jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

-the love prognosis- | a f s | series

for as long as you can remember, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic.

the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.

@springalwayscomes <3

-closer- | f a s | series

To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… close is not close enough anymore for Jungkook.

@hoseoksluna <3

-wine- | s a f | series

both of you have a party to go to, but jungkook makes you needy again.

@noteguk <3

-bad influence- | s a f | series

in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

-white lies-

@gukslut <3

-cream & sugar- | s f a | series

stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

-every kinda way- | s f | one-shot

three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK.

-the jorts- | s f | series

jorts, you, jk, love, lol.

@angelguk <3

-pu$$y fairy- | s a f | series-ongoing

jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

-i wish i miss my ex- | f s | one-shot

-i could be enough- | a s | one-shot

more (very good) fics from different writers:)

-the lucky one- | a s f | series-ongoing by @babystrcandy <3

growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you'd win, other times you'd lose. Sometimes he'd lose, other times he'd win. But you'd both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.

-cable management- | s c f | series by @19pancakes <3

your job is more hassle than it’s worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off... There’s extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. You’re also hungry.

-teach me how to love- | s a f | series ongoing by @kookooluvr <3

jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

-bottle up old love- | a s | one-shot by @wintaerbaer

jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

-the broken vote- | a - yandere | one-shot by @lleldey

you met your husband when you were children, foolishly following the pull of first love. Nothing seemed impossible with him holding your hand; dreams and hopes at your fingertips. But when an accident happened, and you were left alone in this world, you learned how to rebuild it without him. Years later he’s back by your side, the only problem – he’s not too keen on having been replaced. It’s not your fault...right?

-bonded- | a s f | two-shots by @borathae

“you didn’t think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldn’t be that scary if you weren’t aware that his family doesn’t bond with omegas.”

-you’re an idiot ( so am i)- | f c light s| by @liveyun

english it is not my first language (maybe you noticed, lol) sorry in advance if there are any mistakes:b

I will add more over time, bye. xoxo

[moodymisty]

hi misty!! first of all, love your blog. your writing makes long shifts at work a bit more bearable (those guilliman fics had me giggling and kicking my feet fr)

second of all, if you're taking requests i'd love to see anything with dorn getting all confused after catching feelings. he's SO repressed and i can't imagine he'd even know what to do with all those fuzzy feelings, especially with a darling who's soft and sweet. gah i love that awkward stoic man

have a lovely day 💕💕

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: This sounds super cute, and I'm a MASSIVE whore for Dorn so here's a snippet. I hope you enjoy :3

Relationships: Pre-relationship Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not really any of note other than primarch emotional constipation

Dorn looks over the ornate golden railing, hands gripping it softly. Out of his opulent armor, his warm Inwit made clothing contrasts against his pale skin, as a chill Terran wind blows through the open halls. It's no where near as cold as what he's used to, and he pays it no mind as it whips through his short blonde hair.

"You're staring."

Dorn turns his upper body to see Guilliman along with two of his lieutenants; He'd heard the men coming, watching as his Ultramarines stand beside him at a respectable distance. Guilliman casts his gaze downward to follow where Dorn has had his own for a significant while now, and watches. His lieutenants step away respectfully, and allow the primarchs a degree of privacy.

A slew of Salamanders use the massive open area to train, many of them in armor not powered to use as dead weight. Dorn has no interest in them and Guilliman knows this well; He turns his gaze to the sidelines, where a remembrancer sits parchment in lap. You're smiling, he can see from here, watching as the Salamanders prove their strength and a few entertain you with elaborate swordmanship.

Guilliman looks away for a moment and back to Dorn, who still has his eyes firmly locked on you. Of course you remain none the wiser to the fact that not one but two primarchs are watching you, filling your parchment with words and sketches.

Guilliman sighs.

"I know she is not indebted to the Salamanders. I am sure she would join the Phalanx, if you asked."

Dorn finally turns away and looks to him, his brow furrowed.

"And why do you assume I need her services?" Guilliman can't contain a second sigh.

"My friend, it's because you look lovesick. I'm trying to give you an opportunity to actually speak to her without another chapter surrounding her." Before Dorn has a chance to scowl at Guilliman for his upfront and honest speech he turns to his lieutenant, and points downward to you.

"Go get her and bring her to us."

Dorn noticeably furrows his brow at the Ultramarines, but doesn’t say anything until the men leave. Once they do, he looks to Guilliman.

“Why did you do that.”

Dorn sounds blunt and unintelligent for a moment, but Guilliman knows that’s not the case; It's that Dorn is pissed at him.

“I am giving you a push. Now do something so none of us have to suffer any longer." Guilliman leaves, and Dorn casts his gaze back down to the massive arena. He notices Guilliman's Ultramarines walk up to you and presumably demand you follow them, and the confusion it quickly brings you.

A Salamander comes up and presumably inquires as to why you're needed elsewhere, but relents when you agree to leave. You follow the two Ultramarines until you're no longer in view, and it changes the feeling in Dorn's chest.

Why does he feel that way? Like there's a knot in his throat?

He clears it and moves along, ignoring it and wearing the same stalwart expression he always has as you and the two Ultramarines approach.

Your expression changes in surprise at the sight of him; He supposes because you were expecting Guilliman. The Ultramarines, somewhat confused as well by the entirety of this situation, consider their duty done and leave to return to their genefather's side.

"Lord Dorn, hello." You smile lightly, holding your parchments in your hands. "Do you have need of me?"

He does, but he has absolutely no idea how to say it. Guilliman cornered him by doing this, and Dorn hates it.

He decides to inquire about what Guilliman had said earlier; He wants to hear it come from you rather than Guilliman's.

"Am I correct in hearing that you are not indebted to the Salamanders?" You nod, smile still on your face. Dorn finds it warm, a far cry from the stalwart attitude that is part of him and resides in all of his gene-sons.

“The Salamanders were the first to request I join them to document their battles when I showed interest, but I never pledged loyalty to only them."

Dorn looks away for a moment, and leaves you cast in a form of nervousness as he looks down at the Salamanders still below. You hesitently speak up, voice questioning and soft. He's used to shouting and deep bellowing voices; Yours is so gentle and sweet.

"Is, is there there anything I can do?"

You awkwardly adjust in your shoes, wondering what else the stalwart primarch of the Imperial Fists could possibly want from you. When your eyes suddenly leave his and look behind him, he already knows why.

"He was going to ask if you would serve the Imperial Fists as their remembrancer, provided you are available."

Guilliman returns, and the look Dorn gives him is made of hellfire. Dorn hopes Guilliman knows he will pay no shortage for this later.

Thankfully however you perk up noticeably, and Dorn successfully manages to hide any and all of his feeling relieved by it. Your smile is wide enough to round your cheek, and he's surprised by how warm and inviting it feels.

"Oh, I would be honored to serve your legion! If you would have me, Lord Dorn?"

Dorn catches Guilliman flinch slightly at your words, though he fails to understand why. He's too furious at the other primarch to bother even looking at him for too long anyways.

Instead of thanking you, welcoming you, or any other things Dorn was thinking of saying, instead the first thing that falls from his mouth is an order.

"Follow me, I will bring you to my men."

Your face morphs into surprise as Dorn suddenly turns away from you, and you struggle to keep up- as his singular stride is many of your own. Your papers rustle in your arms, as you race down the gilded hall.

Guilliman however simply watches you and him both depart, before sighing and rubbing his temple.

[sunmoonjune]

i’ve been doing assignments all day and decided lemme you know just hop on tumblr real quick and first thing i see is LTM UPDATE!!! and boy was this a rollercoaster

the way you write is so poetic and amazing and beautiful and hurtful because POOR BUG 😭😭 but no for real everytime you post a new chapter it always amazes me at how you manage to think of such descriptions that i can literally vividly imagine it you’re phenomenal!! truly truly amazing and i will never tire from saying so and i will say so every single time! :)

but on to chapter 13…. the emotions i am feeling…. idek what i’m feeling at this point 😩

but the way san said MY bug!! that made MY heart and stomach flutter too like bug girlie i think i got the same sickness as you rn…. LOVE SICKNESS (and yeosang calling san darling as well makes me SCREAM)

and woo calling her BABY SOLIDIFIED MY EMOTIONAL CONSTIPATION BECAUSE WTF that’s so cute :,(

and she finally had her first non yunho hug!! achievement!! under unfortunate circumstances but development nonetheless!!

and i know damn well yunho is awake back at camp running the whole place down who knows maybe he’s even gone and left to look for bug himself he’d go insane i hope woo and bug get back on time for the relief

WHICH LEADS ME TO OMG I CANT WAIT TO SEE THEIR REACTION WHEN WOO BRINGS BUG (or in his words baby 🥹) BACK!!

- 📚 (can you tell baby is one of my favourite terms of endearment idk there’s just sumn about it)

uwaa thank you my dear <33 you'll make me blush omg :3

HIS bug <33 it made my heart flutter too hehe :'D we all have love sickness for them huh? I love the pet names, esp in series like this,, they just seem to hit different when you stick with the characters for so long right?

also woo's baby <333 heart throb fr I went weak in the knees writing that xD

her first non yunho hug :')) she's having all these firsts with ateez that she never had the chance of experiencing before :'( bug deserves the world me thinks <3

yes, yunho is indeed going to lose it when he wakes to a missing bug :'(( we shall have to wait and see what he does in the next chapter >:D tho,, hongjoong did promise they could go after woobug at dawn right?? I seem to remember the sun beginning to rise when woo finally began to lead bug home,,, hmmm...

(also hehe it's one of my favs too <33 his baby <33 makes me want to kick my feet and giggle)

[dcbicki]

holding my breath for you (crowd my grave)

A Rick/Harley fix-it fic • Chapter 1/?

To say he’s surprised to see Harley Quinn standing in the doorway of his shabby, middle-of-nowhere motel, in shredded jean shorts and heart-rimmed sunglasses, would be a serious fucking understatement. And it’s not because it’s one o’clock in the morning and the sun went down hours ago.

“How the hell did you find me?”

She shrugs, picking at a long thread on her jacket, “I know people.”

Rating: T/M • Characters: Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, and mentions of others • Read on AO3 or below the cut

“I think I just walked in on someone screwin’ a goat.”

To say he’s surprised to see Harley Quinn standing in the doorway of his shabby, middle-of-nowhere motel, in shredded jean shorts and heart-rimmed sunglasses, would be a serious fucking understatement. And it’s definitely not because it’s one o’clock in the goddamn morning and the sun went down hours ago.

“How the hell did you find me?”

The blonde shrugs, picking at a long thread on her jacket. “I know people.”

“Better people than mine, apparently,” Rick rasps, and he runs a hand through damp hair. Thankfully he’d managed to trade in the towel for sweatpants before she’d started pounding on the door. “So much for flying under Waller’s radar.”

“Nah, you’re good,” Harley says, and the sunglasses slide down the bridge of her nose when she dips her head to shoot him a devilish look, single brow raising, “I promise she don’t know I’m here.” Suddenly there’s a hand in his face and she’s wiggling her right pinkie finger as if that'll prove anything.

She taps one foot against the carpeted floor then, toe of her boot crossing the threshold, and Rick has decided she reminds him of a vampire; one covered in sparkles and tattoos with a pink, fluffy duffle-bag dangling from her fingertips, but a bloodsucker all the same. “Ya gonna invite a girl in or what?”

“You plan on telling me what you’re doin’ here first?” he asks, but then he’s moving out of the way so she can duck under his arm and enter. Harley breezes past him, tossing her bag somewhere across the room, and she plops herself down into the old, worn leather seat by the television. There’s some Spanish soap opera playing to itself on the screen.

“Mi casa es su casa… and all that.” Flag grumbles, pulling the door to a close behind her—but not before shooting a quick look out over her shoulder towards the parking lot. He locks it, then turns and presses his back up against it, hands on his hips.

“You can stop looking so constipated, Flag, I told ‘ya. I’m off the grid myself these days.” She taps the side of her neck twice. “The old dragon lady ain’t coming for either of us.”

“Right.” A nod, then, “Dubois told me about that.” The deal. The squad forcing Waller to meet them halfway and offer freedom in exchange for silence.

(He hadn’t exactly been shocked to find out Dubois was still in possession of the drive. It was a smart move; not the best one, or the right one, and it was a far cry from the one Rick had fucking died trying to pull, but not everybody lived by a code of honor. He couldn’t blame the rest of the team for following suit.)

“Milton knew?! He knew where you were this whole time and didn’t tell me? That mother fucka!” She grits her teeth, nails strumming atop the television cabinet.

(He doesn’t ask about Milton. It’d probably be a long, convoluted story and he’s not exactly in the mood for one of Harley Quinn and her gift of gab. Not that he has much of a choice right now...)

“Now you wanna tell me what you’re doin’ here?”

Ignoring him, Harley takes in her surroundings, chewed-end of her plastic sunglasses between her teeth as she eyes the dingy room. It’s cramped for sure, dull magnolia paint is chipping off the walls, and there’s a queen-sized bed with crumpled up grey sheets and three flat pillows, a sign of recent use. Odd number, Harley notes. Would four kill them?

The little washroom is beside the dresser, and there’s a towel hanging from the bathroom doorknob, wet footprints still clear on the tiled floor. It’s only then that she looks up and realizes he’s shirtless. Oh.

“This place got food? I could so do with a burrito right about now.”

(A place this rundown probably doesn’t even have a cleaning crew, much less any other kind of service. Although, there was half a pack of mints beside the sink when Rick first rented the room so does that count?)

(He’s not ashamed to say he finished them off.)

“I got whiskey and half an eggroll, that do ‘ya?” Rick quips, and there’s a smirk starting on his lips.

He’s still waiting for an explanation as to why the hell she’s here, how the hell she’s here, and what the fuck she thinks she’s doing by checking up on him in the first place. He’s supposed to be laying low—supposed to be dead—and she’s supposed to be free. Or at least as free as someone like her can get, which probably isn’t very free at all.

But there’s something off about her whole demeanor, something decidedly un-Harley, and the man can’t help but feel like he’s just waiting for something. Whether it’s one of Waller’s goons bursting through the door, or Harley herself finishing the job or, hell, Harley breaking down (and God, he hopes it’s not that), he’s not sure. He’s not great with emotions. And she’s without a doubt the most expressive person he’s ever had the (dis)pleasure of knowing.

“Hi, Harley. You know, I’m doing pretty good after havin’ my heart practically ripped apart by a fuckin’ toilet seat. How ‘bout you?” She lowers her voice as if to match the bass in his own and goddamnit he finds it charming.

(He doesn’t have the heart to correct her.)

“You know, a little heads-up that you weren’t DOA might’ve been nice, Colonel.”

“Wasn’t exactly high on my priority list,” he informs her, voice dipping as he nods, slow. “Staying alive kinda won that round. You know, ‘cause of the shit jammed in my chest.”

“They said it came out the other side, ‘ya know. My guys. Wanted to see for myself.” She stands up then and walks to him until she’s about four inches away from his face, taking in the long gash above when his heart lies. “I’m thinkin’ they lied though because that don’t look too deep to me.”

“Yep. Not much to see.” He shrugs, heavy as though there’s weight on his shoulders, casting a glance down at his chest when she raises a hand. She doesn’t touch him; just lets her fingers dance in the air above the skin. “Sorry to disappoint, Doc.”

The scar runs right down the middle of his chest. From left collarbone to navel; a rushed surgery in a (probably, totally) sketchy makeshift hospital. It’s not a good look. But she’s seen worse. “It’s healin’ just fine. I’m getting plenty of fluids and I’m takin’ my meds. Think you can be on your way now you’ve done your check-up.”

“I thought you died.”

“False alarm.”

“You died,” Harley repeats, and there’s an edge to her voice Rick doesn’t recognize. She moves from one foot onto the other, swaying back and forth on her heels, eyes unmoving from off of his chest. “And I didn’t even get a goodbye out of it.”

“Was I…” he pauses, considers the look on her face for a moment. “Apologies.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“The fuck you want me to do? Go back in time and tell him to wait so you can make it about you first?”

“Just think it’s kinda rude for one of my friends to go off and die and leave me alone like that.”

“Tad dramatic, don’t you think?” Rick asks before remembering who he’s dealing with. Harley Quinn is theatrical and melodramatic and showy. Of course, she’d turn this into a whole fucking thing. “You’re a grown ass woman with a criminal record and probably a couple dozen bounties on your head, I think you can handle getting on a plane without a handler.”

She stops swaying. But the look on her face is ice cold and calculating and if he didn’t know her any better, he might be slightly terrified. So this is the infamous killer queen, huh? She wouldn’t hurt him. Maybe once upon a time, a few years back, but not now. Not after… “You’re supposed to be the leader.”

“You had Dubois.”

“But not you. And I know Milton’s a fine leader an’ all, but he’s not exactly a great conversationalist. Or much of a hugger.”

“I ain’t either.”

“But you humour me. ‘Ya put the effort in, Flag.” The blonde pokes his chest, manicured and pale fingernail against his sternum, skin hot to the touch. “And no one else is gonna do that for me, so yeah, I’m kinda mad that you went and got your heart broken into little tiny pieces and didn’t think to let me know you weren’t buried under a fuckload of concrete. Not very friendly of you.”

“And since when are we friends?”

There’s a silence then, and now he’s reconsidering not showing any signs of fear. He’s in no position to fight her. Harley is… Well, one kick and it’d be lights out for Flag.

(Since Waller forced her to take swimming lessons with a mean, ‘It’s a basic life skill, Ms. Quinn. No one else is going to have your back out there'  and he made sure he was her assigned instructor. Even brought her a cute two-tone bathing suit that wasn’t Belle Reve-approved and all. Since everyone in Gotham decided they wanted Harley Quinn six feet under and he let her crash on his couch that one time—those three times—and he made her bacon and eggs in the morning. And he didn’t even get mad when she got ketchup all over his carpet. Since she got drunk that second time and kissed him out of loneliness and he never held it against her.)

“Whatever,” she backs away from him with a huff, but her eyes are still dark; a sure sign that she’s not happy. “I’m starving.”

“There’s a place around the corner.”

“Aces,” she grins, then picks up a discarded shirt from the foot of the bed and tosses it to him.

    There’s no mention of her getting her own room. It goes unspoken: she’ll be staying here with him.

“Not sayin’ this is better than sex, but it’s definitely better than a lot of the sex I’ve had lately.”

“Good for you,” Rick retorts, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He glances around the restaurant. There’s only one other patron in there aside from them, and the chef is off somewhere in the back. He glances down at his watch, then fists the napkin in his other hand.

“Am I keeping you up?” Harley jests, curling her legs up beneath her on the stool. It squeaks under her weight, one of the metal legs unevenly balanced on the patterned tiles. “Got plans I’m disruptin’?” She clicks her tongue, a devilish grin in full swing.

“Nope. Just rest ‘n recuperation, right, Doc? That your diagnosis?”

“Prognosis,” she corrects him, then drops the rest of her tinfoil-wrapped burrito onto the little round table, a thin layer of grime coating the surface. “And yes,” Harley says with a light nod,  putting on her best matter-of-factly voice. She feigns pushing glasses up her nose, head tipping back to look down at him for a change. He’s leaning against the table with his forearms crossed, tanned skin pressing against the greasy tabletop as his sharp chin rests on a curved wrist. “Sleep and that bottle of bourbon my little eye spied hiding under ‘ya bed will do the trick just fine, Colonel,” she says cheerily.

He nods, only half-listening. “Can’t wait.”

“You could smile every once in a while, ‘ya know. I came all the way to Ti-fuckin’-juana to make sure you weren’t rotting away and letting yourself go in some ol’ shitshack. Would a little appreciation for the thought go amiss?”

“I didn’t ask you to,” the man tells her, leaning back in his chair. He clasps both hands in his lap. “Matter of fact, I’m still wondering why you did. What’s the deal, you get bored running from the feds for a change? Didn’t think you tired so easily.”

“What if I just missed you, huh? ‘Ya consider that possibility, soldier?” She pushes her hands out, her chair scraping back against the floor again. Harley picks up the rest of her food, casting him a dark look. “You’re no fun.”

“Never have been, Harley, that shouldn’t be news.” He follows after her, rushing to keep the door from swinging back in his face when she exits the restaurant in what he can only assume is anger. Or maybe she’s just messing with him; truthfully, it’s hard to tell sometimes. “You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself, you know.”

“I am a delight,” she says, whipping around to face him, palm flat against her chest. The many rings on her fingers tap against her necklaces, and she stares up at him with furrowed brows. “Everybody loves me.”

“Pretty sure that’s not true, either.”

“OK, well not everybody hates me, how’s about that?” The scowl on her face turns into a smile then, teeth-baring and wicked. Her eyes are blown wide like saucers, and the crimson lipstick on her mouth suddenly becomes the only thing Rick can focus on that isn’t… Doesn’t...  Deranged, he thinks.

Harley Quinn is an absolute basket case and he must be out of his fucking mind for finding her so damn… what? Fascinating? It’s as close as he can get to thinking of a word to describe her that isn’t derogatory. She’s a character and a half, a whole clown car full of crazy jam-packed into one tatted and made-up doll of a woman, but God help him if he doesn’t kind of want to--

“That’s more like it.” She’s probably hard to love, but she’s not easy to hate.

Rick smiles back, finally, then reaches out a hand—tentatively. She’s still her and he’s never a hundred percent certain she won’t slit his throat with a Hello Kitty keyring or something—and wiggles long fingers. “Wanna get drunk and watch god awful late-night television?” He leans down; not too close, not close enough for her to grab, and adds, “Friend?”

Whatever that thing was he’d been waiting for, that unidentifiable something he’d felt looming over them since she showed up in his doorway an hour ago, looking somehow both tired and elated, finally revealed itself; in the form of tears in Harley’s eyes and a shaky hand accepting his.

She nodded and excitedly said ‘yes!’ and then he realized all she’d been after was a friend; the comfort of knowing that there was someone in the world who wasn’t out to get her, who had nothing to gain by being good to her.

And she’d almost lost that. Lost him.

(So when she hogs two of the three pillows on his bed and helps herself to one of his shirts—his favorite, actually. An old wife-beater with torn sleeves and a faded wildcat on the front—Rick doesn’t say a thing. Just lets her curl up in a ball beside him, red tips brushing against his bare shoulder, and rest.)

[savagemommyworld]

Nitty Gritty Pregnancy

So, you’ve peed on the dreaded stick of doom, and it flashes “PREGNANT” at you. And BAM! You’ve literally just signed your freedom away, congratulations! Be it planned, or unexpected, an extreme wave of emotions come raining down on you. And if it’s your first, it’s even worse. The thoughts that start twirling around in your brain are hard to collect. Excitement, fear, sadness, happiness, sickness. So, you call someone close to you, someone that might know what you’re going through, or might be your support person. What they probably won’t tell you, is how much pregnancy actually fucking sucks, and much of your life it actually changes. That’s where i come in. 

My pregnancy was planned and not planned at the same time. We decided to try for a baby, by simply not preventing it. AKA I just stopped taking the pill. Neither of us thought we could have children, simply because there was never a scare, on either side. This little one, must just be meant to be alive. 4 months of ZERO protection, and here we are, growing a tiny human inside my belly. Now, I know I’m EXTREMELY lucky, in more ways than one. But mostly I’m lucky because this pregnancy is a damn piece of warm chocolate cake. Like the “What’s morning sickness?” kind of easy. Here’s where I didn’t miss out though. 

The first trimester: I wasn’t even allowed to touch my own boobs, because they were SO tender and sore. They literally BLEW UP like balloons, two damn cup sizes. So, first investment must be bras. Then, invest in extra pillows. I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep for two months, because my hips felt like they were ripped apart every single night. And don’t worry, being constipated and having unbearable gas pain, definitely made up for not having morning sickness. Literally didn’t poop for about two weeks straight at one point. No joke. And believe me, your significant other will pretend to care and understand what you’re going through, but they don’t. There’s just this tiny bean looking thing growing in your uterus and the “baby syndrome” hasn’t set in yet.  

The second trimester: You might have a little bump by now, and maybe your clothes are just starting to not fit anymore (it gets way worse). This trimester was such a breeze, fun sonograms, easy doctor appointments, excitement from family and friends, and the growing bump (that you expect to be cute). You start planning, nursery, baby shower, names, gender reveal, all the exciting stuff. You feel great, you have energy, and are loving the attention. And then at some point you realize all the things you can’t currently do. Man, do I miss just having one glass of wine with the nice dinner I just cooked, and maybe the rest of the bottle after cleaning up. The list of things you can’t do, or eat, or drink, is literally almost endless. You get to, eat healthy, drink 80+ ounces of water a day, take vitamins, and catch up on sleep. While your significant other, continues life as usual, and drinks. You’ll think it won’t bother you, but it does. Don’t lie. Towards the end of this trimester, you’ll more than likely be feeling this alien moving around inside you. And while most people say it’s amazing and beautiful.....I’m here to say HOW?! You have a set of feet IN YOUR RIBCAGE, kicking you. That shit hurts. And on top of this alien constantly moving around and kicking your organs, your belly is getting bigger and your clothes are getting smaller. Que, MATERNITY CLOTHES (puke). These are a waste of our damn money. Completely un-flattering and EXPENSIVE. And if you’re anything like me, none of these clothes will look cute to you. If you can find any, that is. Just say goodbye to jeans and flattering tshirts. Leggings and men’s shirts is where it’s at. No one will judge, you’re pregnant, and that’s the only excuse you’ll need till the very end.

The third trimester: Wow, still growing, and growing. Went from a men’s small, to a men’s large in two weeks. Talk about being a whale. You’ll feel disgusting. Huge. Unattractive. Then nothing fits you, ever, so it adds to the self-loathing. On top of exhaustion, pain, and more intense alien movements. Oh, and you have to pee every 30 minutes, for two seconds. And good luck shaving anything but your armpits. For your sake, I hope you reach this point during pants and hoodie season. The next bit of fun, is going to the doctor, every two weeks, then every week, then every few days. You get to sit in a waiting room for 45 minutes, to see your doctor for 10 minutes, then go home. It’s real exciting. The excitement is literally gone, until your baby shower. Then it’s crunch time to get everything in place before this alien is FINALLY out. 

Stay tuned, because I’m still growing my alien. Due November 28th, 2020. 

[chikkachu]

Hungry Days AU

Prompt: A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

-x-

Zorona (Zoro x Perona) make-out scene incoming. I couldn’t resist. What can I say?  I do love writing steamy situations. I don’t know why I’m so captivated by this pairing at the moment. This will also be available to read on my ff.net/A03 account.

Not sure what couple I’ll write for next (my last one was ZoLu, I guess I love writing about my favourite marimo lol). So let me know what you think and what ships you like. Headcanons are always welcome.

-x-

Whipping the bamboo sword so hard the material creaked, frustration etched each movement the green-haired boy made.  Zoro had experienced utter defeat at the hands of Hawkeye and today’s training session was his outlet. Perspiration dotted his forehead as he pushed his body to the limit – if not further. Knowing the young swordsman Perona would say the latter because she had witnessed his foolish fits of anger before.

He didn’t know when to stop.

Addicted to the feeling of hard work and adrenaline she supposed, not being a fitness freak herself. She’d prefer to put her feet up and drown her sorrows with a bowl of strawberry shortcake ice-cream. That was cuter than the smell of sweat and oxidising metal that accompanied the weight training Zoro chose.

Yet she still spent time in the kendo hall watching Hawkeye and Zoro when she wasn’t at the spooks club with Moria and Absalom. She felt strangely at home exchanging insults and chagrin. The brooding swordsman seemed to accept her regular visits as a norm. Her relationship with Zoro was peculiar. Sometimes they were at each other’s throats, his brutish attitude and ability to get lost in a one-way street tried her patience.

“Hah!” Startled Perona’s gaze jumped to the person occupying her thoughts. Tension making the harsh lines of his shoulders hunched forward, his perfect form wavering due to fatigue. It had been three hours of rigorous kata exorcises. Typical Zoro not acknowledging his limits - but this time was different. The injury had the potential to impact on his performance for months. She wasn’t an expert, but she knew that.

“Zoro.” She said, firm and non-compromising. Perona had never been a girl who settled for being ignored.

“It’s none of your business.” Biting and brutal to the point she could sense his teeth grinding as his jaw clenched.  Heart pounding in response to the blatant dismissal, her own temper flared. No one spoke to her like shit.

“Excuse me?” It wasn’t said as a question. It was a declaration of impending war. If he wanted to throw down, then she wouldn’t disappoint. Springing forward from her perch on the bench, she marched toward the glowering idiot.

“You are a rude obnoxious jerk Roronoa!” Stopping only when she made sure to purposefully invade his space. Toe to toe and her finger jabbed firmly in his thorax. She wanted her entire body to scream ‘fuck you’.

“Tch,” Upper lip pulling upwards into a snarl, he avoided her glare by staring to the side. The bastard was still trying to ignore her. Not happening. Shuffling sideways she stood on her tiptoes to stare him dead in the eye. “…annoying woman.”

Brow furrowing, she leaned further into his space so her nose almost touched his chin. Why did he have to be so tall? It ruined the effect.

“Me? Annoying?” Perona spat, noticing how he visibly winced at the high octaves, “That’s rich coming from ‘Mr. I’d be late to my own funeral’”.

“At least my laugh doesn’t sound like a dying cat.” Zoro shot back quick as usual. He didn’t usually resort to such childish arguments with anyone - the perverted cook didn't count. That dickhead disserved every slur apparently. Perona knew how to push his buttons as well as the blond. His attack didn’t put her off, in fact, excitement pulsed beneath her diaphragm. Not thinking she lunged placing both hands on his chest and used her body weight to push. Chuckling she watched the muscle head stumble as he lost his footing for a moment.

She couldn’t help but feel accomplishment in catching him off-guard even if it didn’t push him back. Zoro trained daily in martial arts and toned his core strength to the point she had seen him doing one-arm handstands. Honestly, the impact of her palms on his chest felt solid - a living bronze statue.

Calloused fingers formed a vice grip on her dainty hand, the pressure enough to hold her in place.

Perona hyper-aware of her throbbing pulse, her wrist gripped by his strong fingers, a large knot settled in her throat. A dangerous glint glazed Zoro’s eyes but she didn’t fear him. Perusing the features of her long-time friend she noticed his full bottom lip twitching. He tended to chew his bottom lip when hassled and the action diverted her attention.

It’s no secret Zoro is a good-looking boy – now a young man. Classically attractive features combined with the exotic allure of seafoam green hair made him a heartthrob. But most of the time people admired him from afar, a treasure you could see but not touch. The man had a demeanour that demanded respect and a not so subtle ‘fuck outta here’ vibe if you managed to piss him off.

Perona and the select few allowed into his inner circle knew another side. A kind and honourable man. And the biggest dork she’d ever met.

“Oi, stop staring.” Damn. She’d spaced out again…whilst eye fucking. Zoro didn’t need to know that.

“I would if you stopped being so cute.” Unless she opened her own stupid mouth. She had meant to say UN-cute. N-O-T cute.

Because he wasn’t.  At all.

“Cute?” He tried the word as if sucking on a sour treat. If she wasn’t so mortified the comical look that emerged - a cross between emotional constipation and disgust - would have triggered laughter.

The silence made her want to die or drop through the floor. Whatever happened quicker.

“I knew that’d pull out the stick that’s currently lodged up your ass.” She said, smiling sweetly. Tone sweet as honeycomb, dripping with the challenge. Time to save face.

Zoro leaned forward taking back the space she’d managed to steal. Squinting in thought his usual persona returned, it wasn’t the tense energy from before. Instead, it was a captivating focus that drew her in closer. He’d always had an ability to control the mood. It seriously rubbed her the wrong way. Perona would spend an hour iterating how she felt on a topic and he’d manage with a single sentence. Sometimes a grunt, yet she’d understand.  

Right now, she understood the atmosphere around them. Intense, sexy and one hundred percent Zoro.  Subconsciously placing a hand on his chest, she traced the seam of his keikogi. Keeping eye contact as she travelled to his neck, fingers brushing the soft skin in the conjunction of his neck. Zoro swallowed and once again she found herself admiring his lips. His nose brushed hers as he exhaled the brief contact titillating her nerve endings. Perona wanted more from him.

“Kiss me.” She sighed, her own lips brushing against his chin. Once again it wasn’t a question but a breathy demand. Her breath jittered as she felt his thumb stroke over her lips as if silencing the gibberish likely to explode from her mouth if he didn’t hurry up. True to form he read her well and the cocky smirk told her he hadn’t bought her excuse from the beginning.

“You always have to make things personal,” Zoro said, voice gravelly and taking her mind to a place that wasn’t appropriate for a gym hall. Head dipping, he hovered for a second, mirth dancing in his eyes. Fed up with his teasing she shifted to aim a well-deserved kick in the shin when he nipped at the corner of her mouth. Perona felt her mouth pop with an embarrassing gush that resulted from the attention.

He moved in quick precision, making her feel like the hunter became the hunted, enveloping her bottom lip into his mouth. Still holding her hand, he tugged sharply, and she found herself being melded into the masculine presence that was Roronoa Zoro. She felt a large hand splay across the small of her back, pushing her flush to his torso. Clearly, he didn’t want any space between them.

Peppering wet kisses over her top lip she felt him raise their joined hands. Pushing her palm flat against his jawline he broke away to lay a kiss on her palm. Aegean blue eyes gazed at her under a thick hood of gorgeous eyelashes. Honestly, Perona hated the fact that he was such a pretty boy and she had a weakness for anything cute.  

Impatient she used the hand to forcefully turn his head, whilst the other slid into his green strands gripping what she could. Lips now a supple pink she nuzzled his nose before capturing his lips in an audacious move. Eyes closing, she took in the sensations of his tongue sliding over the seam of her lips, the warmth of his breath on her cheek and how soft his hair felt.

“AH-em.” Freezing at the deliberate interruption, Zoro’s arms locked around her waist in surprise. Her eyes shot open to see her partners face resembling the tragedy mask they often see in her drama study classes.  Rose started to bleed onto his cheeks and coat the tips of his ears. It was too cute to stop an awkward giggle escaping.

“Tch.” Zoro and his typical sulk sound. He refused to look at her or his intruding teacher in the eye. Looking over his shoulder she spotted Mihawk standing in the doorframe across the room. Arms folded and his expression screaming annoyance. A slight twitch at the corner of his mouth said he had expected this.

“Roronoa, this is not your bedroom. Take it elsewhere.”

Tinkling laughter filled the hall as Perona grabbed Zoro’s hand. It’d be her pleasure to whisk the wayward swordsman somewhere private.  

[reigensarataka]

Have you ever made a fic rec list you could link me to?? If not what are ur fave fics???

what’s are ur fave klance fics overall?

do you have some nice fluffy klance fic recommendations? pls i need sustenance

ive been putting this off for so long now bcs i never save/bookmark the fics i read nd i can never remember the titles BUT i managed to dig some of them up so!!!!!!! under the cut bcs its kinda long wuwhwuhw

Cut to the Feeling by usernicole

“Let’s do it again,” Keith says breathlessly. “Here and on every planet we come across. Let’s get married on every planet we can.”“Are you joking?” Lance asks, incredulous. “You really want to get married to me on every planet we land on?”“Yes,” Keith says, voice high pitched and shaky with residual adrenaline. “Yes. Every planet. If it feels like this every time, let’s get married ten, twenty, a hundred times.”

 “Let’s break records. I want the universe to see us and be jealous.”

Or: Five times Keith and Lance get married, and one time they don’t.

my good bitch. my dude. if u havent read this then PLEASE do urself a favor nd read it asap…. like i shit u not this is probs my all time fave and its just them getting married on every planet nd. its just. idk just rly gives u that warm feeling in ur heart u know……

call me, beep me by orphan_account

(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose?(00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake?(00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it?(00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy…(00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones?(00:45) What(00:46) The(00:46) Fuck???(00:47) Oh good, you are awake!

where lance messages the wrong number and things kind of snowball from there

a classic from the early fandom days, rly popular so yall probs read it already but text fic nd just. yah its cute…..

A Light In The Dark by usernicole

Far away from his friends at the castle, Keith’s only way of communicating with them is a battered old phone. This is maybe going to be harder than he thought.

A long-distance, friends-to-lovers fic, set during season four.

u might not know of this but i am one huge slut for these kind of fics nd all i gtta say is this shit rly changed my goddamn life (i think there r two parts but im not sure if i read the second one so!!)

blue notes by mothpoem

This laughter, here and now, is hushed, and soft as rain, and Lance can feel it against his face, in warm puffs of air. It’s a laugh reminiscent of a furtive secret, like something only Lance is allowed to see. He watches it run its course in the near-pitch black of the observatory, with starlight gleaming weakly against Keith’s pale face, and that’s right about when Lance’s heart gives a few foreboding throbs, heavy on the bass, as if to say, they’re here (they being romantic feelings for Keith Kogane, Lance’s former mortal enemy and current friend).

Oh, he thinks to himself, with sudden and startling clarity. I’m Fucked, capital F.

its not finished nd i havent even read chap 2 yet but its a rly good take on lances pov from all the moments from s1 (also the garrison *eye emoji*) with keith nd. yeah.. its good……

and we dream of home by mothpoem

“Then come see me,” Lance murmurs, and it makes Keith’s heart pound behind his breastbone. “Us, I mean. Once a week or something? Like mental health check-ins. We can just hang out, or…or go on low-priority, low-stress missions? Scouting, or flower-picking for Coran, or supply runs. Dumb stuff. Just…so we know how you are. I don’t want…I mean, we all miss you. And I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but…it feels like you’re not…not okay, Keith.”

Well, Keith thinks, a little weakly. He never really stood a chance, did he?

“Okay,” he says, right away. No fight. No refusal.

His life is a hell of a lot easier when he lets himself cave under all the ways he wants Lance’s luminous attention, and company, and friendship. All the ways he wants Lance, full stop.

another one of those fics set during s4……… once again nothing to add just. please read it…… i loved this…….. sm………………

Moonset Deep by MilkTeaMiku

  All his life he’d been told to make sure he was never seen – it was what all the children were taught from the moment they were born. Never let a human see you, never fall in love with a human, and most importantly, never kiss one.

For Lance, humans were a mystery. He’d lived beneath the surface of the ocean with his shoal his entire life, and had intended to remain there. He knew the danger humans posed to his kind, and what would happen if he came close to one. That’s why, when he found one drowning, his first instinct was to save him.

He’d never been good at following the rules anyway.

mer au!! i started reading this a rly long time ago and im on chap 27 i think…. but this ones good…….

can we burn it slow by saltylances/stereostars on tumblr

“Sweet dreams, pilot.” A wink. “Make sure not to drool over me too much.”

Keith thrusts his middle finger over his shoulder as he steps out of the room, but he can’t hold back the smile that kicks up the side of his mouth. When he dares a look back, just before the doors are about to slide shut, he sees Lance kiss his fingertips and blow air over his palms at Keith.

It makes Keith wonder if it’s possible to fall any harder.

In which alternating snapshots between Keith and Lance lead to their eventual relationship.

WUH i love anything saaj writes….. a masterpiece…. also please read ‘so what are you waiting for’ too………..

under your feet the dirt turns to gold by laallomri

“I like you,” Lance says in a rush.

Keith blinks.

“That is—” Lance clears his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. His hands are still in his pockets, his shoulders still hunched. “I like you—I like-like you. Like, in a more-than-friends-way like you.”

For a long moment Keith can only stare at him, astonishment and disbelief and cautious delight warring for dominance. And then, because he’s an idiot, because he spent a whole goddamn year in a goddamn shack in the middle of the goddamn desert and has no idea how to be a socially competent person, because he’s Keith, he says, “That was a lot of the word ‘like’ in one sentence.”

In which Keith has about a dozen chances at happiness, and sabotages (nearly) all of them.

yummy……….. this one rly hit the spot my dudes……… i think there r 2 parts too!!

Sweet Quiznak by CheckeredCloth

“You’re really into him,” Hunk mutters, and wow, Lance’s face is on fire.  Hunk is killing him.

“Look, read into how you like, Freud, just make sure that if I die Keith knows I totally would’ve mowed his ass like grass.  That way, I can laugh hysterically at his emotionally-constipated expression from the afterlife.”

Or: Lance is badly injured and has a few skeletons in his closet.  Or maybe just the one.

a classic…. one of the first fics i read so i dont rmmbr much but yeah……

Stormchasing by sinelanguage

This isn’t how Lance intended to spend his vacation, chasing after Keith’s premonitions. But here he is, and he’s one hundred percent blaming Keith for all the trouble they’re about to get into. Keith makes bad decision, Lance makes mistakes, and both of them are stuck together on a space pirate adventure neither of them asked for.

if im not wrong i think this is one of those handcuffed together fics… also rly cute……

we’ll make it, you and me by asexualrey

“Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I’m going to kiss you.“ 

the description gives it away….. yall know what tf goin on……..

Public Displays of Affection by VaraderoBeach

Lance held his breath. He knew, at this rate, they’d have two options: fight with what they had (which was Keith’s knife and team spirit) and hope they can skirt by with the help of the locals, or submit and become prisoners to the Galra. Neither situation was ideal. Lance looked to Keith, at his eyes and his eye lashes, the curve of his nose and the pink in his lips. He knew it was bad timing, but he really wanted to kiss Keith before whatever happened, happened.

But when Keith turned his body to face him and said, “Kiss me.” With the same amount of emotion one would say, “Hand me that stapler,” it threw Lance completely off guard.

ft that scene from the winter soldier (i think??) yeah…… good food………

something as true as this by astrolesbian

“You better fucking call me,” Lance says, and reaches out to rest a hand on his shoulder, and smiles, sad and bright all at once. “I’m not taking no for an answer on this one. Okay?”

“Okay,” Keith says.

and lastly yall shld know since this is the THIRD TIME im putting a fic like this on this list that i love this shit nd just….. yeah……….. op snapped

[ims-monbebe]

Heavy Dirty Soul

A/N: I am back with a second update.. lol. All I wanted to say is that with this chapter will continue to the next chapter. I didn’t want this one to be too long? So yeah I guess this is part 1/2. I really wanted to emphasize interactions between characters in this chapter more than anything. So the continuation of this chapter will be more action... shit is gonna go down that's all the tea I gotta say lol. 

Warings: Nothing too bad... just really bad language lol, I apologize in advance.

You can read chapter 8 here.

Enjoy as always!

Chapter 9: Betters No Excuse For Tonight.

Wonho's POV

 "Hanna!" I call out as I climb the stairs that lead to the second story of Jade's house.

 "Shit," I mumble to myself.

 I have a feeling she wouldn't be anywhere in these rooms. It's just like Jooheon to make a big deal over nothing. That emotionally constipated fuck. Does he ever hear anyone out? Nope. He'd rather hurt everyone just to prove a point. These last few days he's been making it harder and harder to be his friend. It's not even Hanna coming in between us or anything, it really isn't. It's just his actions, his communication, his flat-out rudeness towards me. He's making me more frustrated and I swear one day I'm really going to kick his ass.

 Right now though, that wouldn't really help my case. Of course, I like Hanna. I have since the first moment I laid my eyes on her some years ago. She's funny, smart, opinionated, the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on. Hell, I probably can write an epic poem just about her big brown eyes, and the way they droop a little when she stares into your eyes or the way her nose scrunches up when she laughs.

 I've always wanted to tell her my feelings, but it would be strange since I never got her attention, I always observed her from afar. A few weeks ago when Jooheon told us that someone was going to record the gig for us, I was surprised to who he had in mind, because I never heard of that person. When he said a girl named Heather, I was just like whatever.

 But when I saw Hanna sitting on the chair in the backyard playing with her camera my heart couldn't help but skip beats inside my chest. Will I ever share this information with her? Maybe. For years I just waited to make myself known to her, and I finally took my chance yesterday, and Jooheon is out here ruining the whole thing. I know I'm obvious about my feelings towards her, I'm trying to be. I'm trying to show her that I'm an open book, someone who can understand her and be there easily. I'm trying to show her a better side of me, one that she can rely on when she needs it, I'm showing her the man I am, not some little boy.

 I hope she understands my feelings when the time comes.

 Is that time right now? Nope. Here I am, in the middle of Jade's second floor trying to figure out where she ran off to. I turn my head to the left and see the long passageway that the hall in this house has to offer, at the end I see a door open wide, the sun shining its light against the white walls of the house. I make my way towards the sunlight and find myself outside on a balcony. I look up and see a set of stairs that lead up to the rooftop. I begin to climb the ladder and pretty soon I'm on top of the roof of Jade's house. I see Hanna leaning on the edge. I look around and notice that the roof is like an outside lounge. It has glass borders and Christmas lights hanging on them. It has a patio set up and a bar with a pool table. This is probably meant for fun parties on warm nights. I walk towards Hanna and put my arms on the ledge. She looks up and sighs.

 "How did you find me?"

 "Easy, you forgot to close the door."

 "I wanna be alone right now Wonho."

 I sigh. "No wants to be alone Hanna. Trust me I would know."

 "You have everything figured out don't you?"

 I shake my head. "Not necessarily, but what I do have figured out is that I want to know if you're okay."

 "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off as rude." She finally looks at me. "Jooheon is annoying, we haven't even been here 24 full hours and I want to rip off his head already. How are you his friend?"

 I shrug. "He's usually not this emotionally constipated."

 "Then how is he usually?"

 I shrug. "Funny, enjoyable to be around. He and I always fight, but it's never been this much. I don't know what's gotten into him."

 She looks up at me. "Maybe fix things with him?"

 I look over the roof and into Jade's backyard, I notice her pool on the other side of the back house she has. I nod my head and look down at her. "I think you're right?"

 "About?"

 "Fixing things with Jooheon. Like I say all the time he's suffering from a bad case of emotional constipation, he won't come to me first."

 She nods. "I agree with you, but do you have an idea why he would care about me falling asleep in your bed?"

 "He just has a big cocky ego, and it sounds kind of gross and wrong but.."

 "But what?"

 I laugh a little. "We always subconsciously I guess fight over who can get the most girls."

 She shoves me slightly. "Oh please, you two aren't fighting over me."

 "Nope, it wouldn't be much of a fight because I'd sweep you off your feet any day."

 "Right." She laughs. "You're kind of in the same boat as him. Girls are not prizes to be won."

 "I never said to me they are, it's for him. It feeds his ego. I personally don't mind who he sleeps with. That's his business."

 "So you're saying he wants to sleep with me? Is that why he made the assumption at the table?"

 I laugh. "Now don't be putting words in my mouth Hanna, I never said that. You know, he's just complicated. You'll never find unless you talk to him."

 "Yesterday you said don't be fooled by him, and that he's actually a nice guy. Do you still stand by that statement?"

 "Yes. Don't let him fool you, his heart is much softer when he trusts you and opens up to you. He's caring and loyal. Overall he's a really good friend. We just bump heads a lot."

 She nods. "I get it, he just comes off as a dick to me. And he isn't doing anything to help his case."

 "I don't think anyone can help his case. The only person he never fights with is Changkyun. If they were to ever get in a fight you know one of them would have to fuck up."

 "Really? They've never fought?"

 "Nah, not since I've known them."

 She smiles. "I find Changkyun adorable, who can ever fight with him?"

 "I'm the leader of the Changkyun protection club. I'll hurt anyone if they hurt him."

 "What if Shownu hurts him?"

 "Then he's catching these hands, I protect Changkyun over everyone."

 She pushes me slightly and I laugh at her attempt. "You're so dumb."

 "I'll leave you alone now." I look at her again. "You said you wanted to be alone. I just wanted to see if you were okay, so my job here is done."

 I begin walking away and I hear Hanna sigh. "Wonho?"

 "Yeah?" I turn to look at her.

 "Thank you for caring."

 I smile. "I always will."

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Jooheon's POV -later that same day-

 "Changkyun," I knock on his room door. "Open up please."

 "It's open already!" I hear him half yell at me.

 I open the door and walk into his room. He's sitting in the middle of the room on a bean bag playing a game on what I assume is an Xbox. I look around and look at the two full bookshelves of games Jade has in this room.

 "Shit, this is a lot of games."

 "Enough for me to stay in here for years probably."

 I sit down on the bean bag next to him. "What game are you playing right now?"

 "Skyrim," He mumbles as his eyes are still fixated on the screen. "Is there anything I can help you with or are you going to keep distracting me?"

 "Come on, I can't chill with my best friend?"

 "Not when I'm playing Skyrim."

 "This is why you never get laid, it's because you're a nerd."

 "Nerds are the new hot boy toy this year for your information. Maybe a girl will get all wet someday if I show her my games and comics collection."

 "Don't forget your science room, she'll probably really beg for your dick on top of your experiment tables."

 "Fuck off Jooheon that's not ever what it's called. You know what whatever, what do you want?"

 "I have a dilemma." I look down at my thumbs. "Jade invited me to her room later."

 "And this is a problem why? Jade is hot, get laid." He says as he continues looking at his screen.

 "I'm not sure if I should."

  He pauses his game and puts the remote down on his lap. "Why not?" He turns to me. "What could be wrong with busting a nut?"

 "Because I know how much she likes me. I don't want to mess with her emotions any more than I already have."

 "What if she isn't looking for any emotions in return? What if she just wants sex? What a concept no?"

 "Changkyun that's not the-"

 "Stop complaining that some hot girl wants to fuck you when all I have to do is play Skyrim and jack off to said hot girls porn collection. You got it good dude, don't complain to the guy who has nothing but his right hand... and sometimes his left one if I want to spice himself up."

 "So you're saying I should sleep with her?"

 "Exactly what I'm saying. Do you know what I would do to get laid right now? I'd like eat something I don't like, or whatever."

 "You sound ridiculous."

 "Hey, I'm just the nerd who never gets pussy according to you."

 "At least you're a cute nerd, with a good ass taste in music and a handsome brother from another mother." I smile at him.

 "I always considered you a little ugly, girls only like you for your dimples."

 "Fuck you, and this is why you never get laid you scrawny nerd of a twig."

 "Fuck off, you know what actually go get fucked so I can enjoy playing Skyrim in peace. Thanks."

 "I'll start a go fund me page for you," I say as I begin to walk out of his room. "I'll title it '22-year-old virgin desperately wants to fuck but can't afford condoms, any penny counts.' Huh? How does that sound?"

 He flips me off as he turns his attention to his game again. "Fuck you, I never thought you'd pull out my virgin card on me. You are officially dismissed. Goodbye!"

 I laugh as I shut his door. I make my way towards the stairs and up to the main bedroom. Once I'm in front of it I nervously knock on it a couple of times. After a few moments, Jade opens the door.

 "How did you know where my room was?"

 "I assumed the master bedroom is the only one with double doors. Are you busy?"

 "No," She shakes her head. "Come in."

 She opens the door wider for me and I walk inside. I look around and notice the huge canopy bed in the middle of her room. "You have a really nice room, I kinda expected it though. This whole place is nice."

 She sits down on the bed and pats the spot next to her. I walk over to her and sit down, I instantly rest my head on her shoulder and she begins to run her fingers through the curls of my hair.

 "What's on your mind honey?"

 I slightly shake my head. "I honestly just want to be held, Jade." I look up at her. "Hold me please?"

 She smiles as she wraps her arms around me. "Of course, now tell me what's on your mind."

  I look up at her and press my lips onto her own. Her eyes widen but she instantly closes them. I pull away and smile. "No talking please, just actions yeah?"

 She nods as she starts to take off my jacket. She reconnects our lips and climbs on top of me. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you right now."

 I smile up at her as I put my arms behind my head. "I know you always do kitten."

 She smiles as she leans down and presses more kisses onto my lips. Despite Jade being on top of me right now, my thoughts can only drift to one thing.

 Hanna.

[workingmomsunfiltered]

It seems that anytime I pick up the phone these days it is to hear that another friend is pregnant, which is beyond exciting! Mostly because I need more mom friends and second because my little one will have more friends. I kid, I kid. All this talk of pregnancy and new babies coming into the world has me reflecting on my experience. The experience brings with it lots of daydreaming about what’s to come, anticipation, fear and new challenges. I hope this blog helps some women understand they are not alone in this process while also bringing laughs.   If you can’t laugh through the crazy nine months, motherhood is sure to be a doozy.  

I am not one of those women that enjoyed being pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I loved feeling the baby kick. I loved dreaming of what my baby would look like. I loved the sweet moments my husband and I will forever have while eagerly awaiting meeting our little man. I didn’t love everything else.                  

Let me explain.

The moment you pee on a stick and receive confirmation you are in fact, pregnant, your life changes in an instant. It is quite possibly the most exciting and oddest feeling I have had simultaneously. It felt as though something should change, you should feel different, right? But life as you know it is still the same; I was not quite sure what to do with myself. Once I got over the initial panic of “Am I ready for this?” I began the countdown to my first doctor’s appointment. In the back of my mind I constantly worried that “Ziggy”, short for zygote, was OK. I NEEDED to get to the doctor to hear the heart and confirm there was a baby growing in me. I had no other proof that he was there except for that stick I peed on. This would become a common theme between every doctor’s visit. Until Ziggy started moving, I would drive myself crazy hoping he was still alive. The first time I heard his heartbeat… life changed. That was when I knew everything was about to change.    

It is truly extraordinary carrying this little secret around with you. It was something I cherished. At work, I often found myself daydreaming of what the baby would be like. I would search for nursery themes and meticulously plan his room. It was during the first few weeks I came to understand what a distraction this would be. Never again would I walk into work with the same focus on just me. In the back of my mind I would consistently be thinking about my child. While family would always come first, it has been, and still is, a struggle for me to know that work cannot come first anymore. I spent years working long hours and proving myself in the workplace. What would I do when the baby came? Would my career suffer? How would I balance that? As luck would have it, the first time my hormones kicked in was at work. I was eating lunch with a good friend who knew I was early in the pregnancy and out of nowhere started ugly crying (very unlike me!). I was so afraid of how people at work would perceive me once I started showing. Would they think differently of me? Would my changing body be a distraction in meetings? Would all topics of conversation now be about the baby? I wanted to remain an equal in workplace. And this made me very aware that I would be noticeably different. I don’t think my friend knew what to do with this new emotional Berlyn! And truth is, neither did I! 

Aside from managing swinging hormones, watching your body change is the weirdest thing. Your boobs get bigger, your nipples darker (and sometimes bigger) and everything just starts to bloat. At first, there is this cute little belly.  But eventually, that cute little belly turns into something so massive your lady bits and feet become complete mysteries. You can’t see them anymore.. which is probably a good thing because they become bloated as well, which is crazy weird. Another fun change is your smell. Like EVERY SMELL out of your body is different. Couple that with the fact that your nose has super powers while preggo and you are in for a fun ride. I used to apologize profusely to my OB-GYN during appointments for being so “smelly.” She always promised I was fine but I was horrified. My mom always got a good laugh out of my “smell panic” while waiting for the doctor. She liked to make me more self-conscious by holding her nose to make it seem that I was in fact smelling up the room. Thanks, Mom. 

And the poor men! They just have to sit back and watch this mayhem unfold. I often asked my husband what he thought of my changing body. He gave the right answer, “It is beautiful.” But to this day, I wonder what he really thought. Some people told me that pregnancy can be a very sensual time. Well, that is quite possibly the last word I would use to describe it. It really should be a sensual time for everyone because once that baby comes, no one is getting any action for a while.  The whole time we were getting it on, I was thinking about how awkward my belly was. My friends and I laugh because the men typically wonder if they will “hit” the baby, which is hilarious. Even with my friendly reminders that my husband could not “hit” our baby there was one time he freaked out and yelled, “The baby grabbed me!” (I mentioned this blog is unfiltered, right?). I am pretty sure it was a muscle spasm he felt… definitely not our child! I laughed so hard I had to run to the bathroom before I peed everywhere. To this day, I can’t tell that story without laughing uncontrollably. One of my favorite moments of being pregnant for sure! 

There are many more challenges like constipation, hemorrhoids, raging hormones, hot flashes, sweat attacks and so much more. But the fun parts are: glowing skin, thick hair and feeling something grow in you. There just aren’t words to describe the feeling. 

My doctor and I decided for the health and safety of the baby and I, that being induced a week before my due date was necessary.  That night, I cried uncontrollably for fear of the unknown. I was so scared I would not be a good mom. I hoped I could be half the mom my mom is. I cried for fear of childbirth. I cried for fear of knowing my marriage would soon be changing. I cried for fear of knowing our life would be changing forever. It was both a nervous and happy cry. I didn’t sleep a wink that night; I cried the entire night. I went to work the next day, completely delirious. I had to tie up all loose ends before I went on maternity leave. It was my last day in the office and I was struggling knowing I had to put work down for the next three months or so. This was a huge part of my identity that would be changing forever - and I was not ready for it. 

I’ll end this trip down memory lane with one more story that still makes me laugh. For some reason, this whole notion of knowing when the baby was coming was freaking me out. I almost needed it to be unplanned so I couldn’t think so much about it. My mom and sister went on a rampage to find out how to get this baby to come naturally. They looked up every old wives remedy. That evening, they showed up at my door with Lemon drop cupcakes and castor oil (I am not kidding, look it up). They force-fed, OK not really but kind of, the dozen cupcakes and told me to have lots of sex that night. After devouring the cupcakes, I put the castor oil to my lips and just couldn’t. So, the next option was sex. Sounded great after being bloated from the cupcakes. But we did… and at the moment I thought was my husband’s look of pure joy, I quickly realized it wasn’t. “What is the matter? Why are you making that face?” 

“Your water broke all over me.”