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hitmewithsomebooks · 1 year ago

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@jegulus-microfic Jan 30 - uneven

1012 words (same as the 1st one holy cow this was not on purpose)

Cowboy James

NSFW for suggestive language/contact, not explicit

First part

The moment Regulus stood up, he already felt less confident. As though James could sense it, he took Regulus's hand, drawing him in closer.

"Don't worry, darlin', ah won't letcha fall." The cowboy said with a wink, before dragging him out onto the dance floor.

James began swaying easily, his hips smooth and his movements sure. Regulus, however, was uneasy, despite his drunken state. His movements were jagged and uneven, unable to match the beat. James could see this, obviously, a deep chuckle escaping his throat. He stepped closer, still swaying his hips.

"Can ah show you somethin', sweetheart?" James asked, and these nicknames were going to be the death of him. Regulus nodded, and James's hands reached forward to land on his hips.

"This okay?" He murmured, and god, he asked permission too?? Who was this man? Regulus nodded again, meeting the taller man's eyes. The hands on his hips led him, guiding them until the two were moving in sync, Regulus's hips rolling with James's. James grinned at him, and Regulus couldn't help but smile back. Finally, he fell into the rhythm, feeling more natural. Even so, James didn't let go, and Regulus didn't ask him to. Instead, he shuffled closer, wrapping his arms around James's neck, whose eyes darkened.

"Gettin' bolder, are ya?" James teased, and Regulus hit him on the chest. But he was, really; nearly drunk on alcohol and James's body heat, and holding quite a weakness for hot, smooth-talking men who called him fancy and sugar. So, he moved closer, letting his hips roll against James's. The man groaned softly, hips meeting Regulus's, which were becoming increasingly forceful.

"You're gettin' a little naughty there, fancy." James rumbled into his ear, and Regulus hummed.

"Want me to stop?" He asked, and he felt the man's large hands tighten on his hips.

"Don't you dare."

Regulus chuckled, nosing at the man's neck. He smelled like hay and whiskey and sandalwood, and it was fucking intoxicating. Regulus could live with his nose buried there forever. Or his lips, as he found out when he kissed James's pulse point and the man groaned. Regulus did it again, trailing up to right below his ear, where he flicked his tongue. James pulled Regulus flush against him.

"If you keep that up, sweetheart, this 's gonna escalate real fast." He warned, and his voice was deep and thick as molasses. Regulus felt the vibrations where he was pressed to the man's broad chest.

Regulus's leaned up on his toes, so his lips were right at James's ear.

"That's the idea." He whispered, and the man shuddered.

"Please, let me take you home, so ah can fuck you proper." James growled into his ear. Regulus was so tempted to give in right then and there. But he had to play with him.

"Awful full of yourself, aren't you?" He cooed. "Who said I'd let you fuck me?"

James huffed out a laugh into Regulus's neck.

"I can assure you it'll be the best of your life." The cowboy told him, and Regulus scoffed. "Certainly better than Barty." Regulus pulled back, surprised.

"How do you know his name?"

"Ah might’ve asked your brother." James answered, grinning, not the slightest bit sheepish.

"Jealous, are we?" Regulus teased, but James, of course, didn't act cagey or embarrassed.

"Yes." He growled, placing a hand on Regulus's arse and pulling him impossibly closer. "Any chance this Barty fellow lives in the United States?" He questioned, and Regulus had a good idea of why.

"And why do you want to know?" He asked anyways, unable to keep the mirth out of his voice.

"So ah can knock his lights out, darlin'." James replied, and that was way hotter than it should've been.

"Mmm... why don't you just fuck my lights out instead?" He asked, and it was James's turn to pull back and look him in the eye, a smirk on his lips.

"Thought you didn' want me t' fuck you?"

"Never said that." Regulus replied, brushing his lips against the taller man's. "Just had to see how much you wanted it." James shuddered, eyes closing.

"You've no fucking idea how much, sweetheart." James murmured, opening his eyes again to meet Regulus's. Regulus leaned forward, lips brushing again. And finally, they reached James's breaking point. A finger and a thumb came up to grab Regulus's chin, then James's lip were on his own.

It wasn't a sweet, nice kiss. This was filthy. This was James setting a bruising pace and already licking at Regulus's lips. And when the younger man eagerly opened them, James plunged into his mouth like his life depended on it, like a starving man and Regulus was food.

After at least a full minute, Regulus pulled back, panting into James's mouth.

"You going to take me home, or just fuck me right here?" He murmured, and James shot him a wolfish grin.

"Ah mean, ah wouldn' be opposed, but ah don' think your brother over there would appreciate it much." James pointed out, and Regulus followed his eyes to the bar. Thankfully, Sirius had been too busy to notice their little display, though other people hadn't based on the stares they were getting. James, of course, gave them a cheeky little wave. Regulus leaned forward and gave James another deep kiss, just to piss them off further.

"Speaking of my brother..." Regulus mentioned, running his finger along James's lips, "Are you still going to get that phone back for me?" He prodded, and James huffed out a laugh against him.

“Darlin’, at this point, ah’ll get you whatev’r you want.” The taller man replied, seemingly still catching his breath from the last searing kiss. Regulus smiled, pleased.

“Get me that phone, and then you can take me home, nosy.” Regulus purred into the man’s ear, and James stood up straighter.

“Yeah?” He wondered, mouthing along jaw. “I git that phone, an’ ah get t’ take you home n’ fuck you?” Regulus repressed shiver.

“Yes.” He murmured, voice rough.

“Well that’s a deal, sugar.”

Next part

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winterrrnight · 2 years ago

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okay girlboss i know as we discussed you have lotssss of WIP's but i come to you with a request anyways;

rafe x pogue!reader based on "want you back" by maisie peters. here are some lyrics from that song that make me absolutely need this fic and i know you're gonna agree:

"so i know, that you did bad, but if one more person says it i might go mad." (like HELLO THIS IS SO RAFE CODED ARE YOU KIDDING)

"and what was cheap to you, to me was all i had" (ALSO THIS ONE YUPPPP)

bonus: "til' you caught a teacher's daughter with a dangerous text, i read it like a bible and i wore it like a bulletproof vest" (bc this is so cute)

thank you for your time and consideration bestieeee

thank you for the request bff! It definitely took me some time but here we gooo we finally have it! I hope you enjoy and it's up to your expectations <3

want you back

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x pogue!gn!eader

SUMMARY: Rafe finally gets to reunite with the one who made him feel happy and loved after their heartbreaking time away from each other.

WARNINGS: starts off angsty but ends fluffy, swearing, alcohol, drugs, anxiety, kissing, OBX spoilers + ignore any small grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: I LOVE a good angst moment! Its like venting out all the emotions that bother me. Why go to therapy when you can write angsty fics?

Some canon events of Rafe are referred to in this fic, but we still get soft Rafe as we move on in the fic :) live laugh love soft Rafe 🤭🤭

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You let out a little scream when you suddenly feel Rafe's arms around your waist, lifting you up from the ground. You grasp onto his neck tightly, and just keep on laughing as Rafe runs with you in his arms.

He comes to a stop just before the sand ends and the water starts. He sets you down on the ground, and both of you sit down, the water washing up to your feet occasionally.

It's midnight, the moon is out, the water is rippling softly, and you're sitting next to the person who makes you smile as bright as the stars.

Life can't get more perfect.

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"So what, you're just going to leave me now? Whatever we had, it doesn't matter to you anymore?" You yell, tears brimming in your eyes.

"It's not like we were really together you know, you didn't exactly tell people I'm your boyfriend!" Rafe says back, his eyes as teary as yours.

He's right, what you had was more of a situationship. You never labelled him as your boyfriend, heck, you were always confused on what to call him each time you introduced him to people. What you had was too deep to be labelled as 'friendship', but in the back of your mind you were always scared on how things might change if you asked him to be your boyfriend.

"Whatever it may be Rafe! Didn't you feel happy with me? I know I was the happiest with you around." You take a step closer to him, but he takes one back, keeping the distance the same between you two. "You're gonna just leave me because you think me, a pogue, can't date you, a kook? When will we grow past this? Why are you letting a stupid class label decide if you and me should be together or not?"

Tears are now streaming down your face, staining your cheeks as the went down. Your eyes are bloodshot, and your head is pounding with a headache. But you ignore it all. You just want Rafe.

"I'm, I'm sorry," Rafe whispers, as he opens the door of your house and leaves. You want to run after him, stop him from leaving you, but your feet are glued to the ground. Why aren't you moving? Why aren't you on your knees begging him to stay? You hear the engine of his car revving, and from the open door, you see him drive to the horizon.

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Since Rafe left you that night, you haven't seen him even once. It's been around two months, and you returned to your regular pogue lifestyle with your best friends: nothing to lose, everything to gain.

The biggest problem you have at hand is to find El Dorado before Singh does. It's been the only thing everyone has been able to talk about, especially after the return of Big John. You've been extremely devoted to this hunt, but every now and then, your mind slips back to you and Rafe.

You aren't sure with whom you can open up about this entire situation with. You've only been digging your emotions deeper and deeper in you, and you're afraid one day you'll just pop with all your pent up emotions.

All of you are sitting around a bonfire, and JJ comes and passes all of you some drinks. You really feel like drinking today, to not feel something and set your heart free for just a while.

But how were you supposed to know that with the alcohol buzzing in your system you will feel every emotion exponentially?

You had downed a number of cups of alcohol, a lot more than everyone else. Everyone except JJ was extremely concerned for you; all JJ did was just peg you on because you don't consume alcohol very often.

"I just miss him so much!" You say, wailing. Alcohol has spread all throughout your body, and you just have this urge to let out every single emotion.

You had popped.

"It's okay," Kiara says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and trying her best to comfort you.

"It's not Kie!" You remove her arm from you and get up from you position on the sand. You just want him right now, you want him to wrap his arms around you, kiss your forehead and whisper the sweetest nothings in your ears.

"Why do you even miss him so much?" John B says. "He just ruined everything for us. Especially when he stole the cross from Pope. And he left you because he thinks you aren't the right class. Do you not see how messed up this is?"

"Can you stop saying shit about him?" You snap. "I know what he did okay? But I was the one who got to see the vulnerable side of him. The side of him which only cared for the two of us. We could've been something, you know? But this ridiculous treasure hunt of yours just got in the way."

John B starts to get riled up at your words. He knows you wouldn't say half these things if it isn't for the alcohol in your body, but he cannot help but feel angry on how you are blaming him for everything that happened.

"Oh so now it's my fault? Rafe was never supposed to stick his nose in this! The cross is Pope's family history, and it belongs to him. Rafe's just a greedy person who only cares about the money. We wanted to preserve Pope's heritage." John B snaps back at you. Sarah comes in between the two of you, fearing any more traction.

"John B, leave this matter alone okay?" She whispers to him, and tries to get him aside. Sarah looks at you sympathetically, she knows you'll regret everything you've just said when you'll get sober. She now walks up to you.

"We need to get you to bed right now okay?" She tried to look at you in your eyes, but you dodge them. Sarah motions to JJ and Pope towards you, and they both come up, taking one each of your arms and to lead you to your place.

When you three reach your house and JJ lays you down in bed, you feel tears forming in your eyes. "I really miss him J," you sniffle, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. He looks at you with a sorrowful look on his face. JJ hates Rafe's guts, especially after how horribly he treated you, but he hates to see his best friend in this situation even more.

"You'll be fine," he says softly. "You're the strongest person I know, and you'll be okay." You let his words sink in you, as your mind starts to slowly drift off to sleep.

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Rafe is nervously pacing around his room, his teeth chewing away on his nails. The anxiety is spreading around like plague in his mind, and he just cannot get to stop thinking about it.

A deal he made with someone to sell some of the melted gold of the cross headed towards a direction he was not expecting. He's tried to think out a way out of this, but nothing seems to be the right solution.

Oh, only if you were there with him. You would softly run your fingers through his head and massage his scalp. "It's all going to be okay," you would mumble to him. And each time you told him that, everything did turn out to be okay. But right now you aren't there with him. And he craves you right now more than anything.

With a sudden impulsiveness, he gets his phone and finds your contact. His finger hovers over your name, does he take the risk of calling you or just forgets about it all?

He knows no one will approve of it. After all, you're a pogue. You have no place with all the kooks with their big mansions and their Maseratis in their backyards. But he longed you, he longed for your touch.

The last thing that Rafe cared about was you being a pogue. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted was you. But everyone else got to his head and made him believe you just don't belong with him.

"Are you sure you want to be with that filthy Pogue? After all, you may end up losing all your money." They would say, referring to how you're only with him because you care about the money he has.

"You don't belong with a pogue, Rafe. Come on man you're better than this." They would say, connecting a string of bad words with your name.

"What would everyone say? Did you even think about your reputation? You are a Cameron for god's sake." They would say, deeming you unworthy.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. He knows he needs you more than anything else right now. Letting his spontaneity take over, he clicks on your contact.

His heart beats fast as he hears the ringing through the phone. And it almost stops when you pick up.

"Hello?" You say, groggily. You were just taking a nap and getting a call right in between wasn't what you wanted. You didn't even see who called you, you just accepted the call with your eyes almost closed.

"Uh, hey," Rafe says. You immediately sit up in bed. Why is Rafe calling you?

"Rafe?" You say. At this point, Rafe almost feels like melting. He hasn't heard your voice in months, and the sweetness of your voice is something he missed a lot. Everything starts to feel so much to him, and tears start to stream their way down as he sniffles silently.

"Rafe, are you crying? Are you okay?" You're now completely awake, ready to jump off the couch if he wants you there with him.

"Yeah, uh, I'm okay." He says, wiping off his tears. But that's pretty much useless, he just keeps on melting more and more on hearing you. Oh how he missed your voice.

There is a silence between you two, and you can hear each other's soft breathing. You missed him, you missed him a lot. You hated hearing everyone say he's a horrible person; you saw a side of him he never shows anyone. He made you feel so special, and now you feel like digging yourself in a hole, because you wish you weren't so afraid to ask him to be something more when you had the chance.

"I miss you," you blurt, not expecting it to happen. Rafe, on the other end, hears those words with widened eyes.

You miss him? He thought you probably hate his guts for the way he left you.

But you couldn't hate him. How can you hate the only person who made you feel complete?

"I miss you more," Rafe whispers. The tears don't stop, they keep on coming down like two waterfalls. He doesn't want them to stop either. He's finally feeling something. It had been way too long of being numb, not knowing what feeling is striking him.

You have had enough. You get up from your couch and start to make your way out of your house. "Rafe, are you at your home?"

Rafe gets confused on those words. "Yeah, why?"

You get out of your house and close the door behind you.

"I'm coming over."

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You reach outside Tannyhill, and take in its view. You haven't seen it in so long, and you'd almost forgotten how big it is. You step up onto the porch, your heart beating very fast. Before you can ring the bell, the door opens and you see Rafe.

The world stops spinning. Rafe has buzzed all his hair off, but when you look in his eyes, all you see is emptiness. They've lost the charm which made you fall for him in the first place.

Rafe looks at you with utter shock. You've gone so pale; all the color is drained from your face. There are eyebags under your eyes, and you look extremely tired.

Without thinking anything, you run into his arms. His gentle touch, his soothing words, his relaxed breathing, all remind you of one thing: home. He's everything home is. His familiar scent immediately calms you down, and you start to sob, which becomes more and more violent with each passing second.

You drop down on your knees with Rafe still holding you. You can't believe you had almost started living a life without him in it. You had almost lost the one person who understood you without you having to say anything.

Rafe finds himself breaking inside on seeing you in this condition. He's the cause of it, if he wouldn't have given into the peer pressure of leaving you so easily, he would never have to see this day.

"I'm so so sorry bubs," he says, hugging you so tightly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "I'm so very sorry. This happened all because of me."

"Sweets-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Listen to me first, please." He pleads. "I never intended to do that to you. I hate to say this, but I was pressured to leave you. Everyone put this thought in my head that I don't belong with you solely because you're a pogue. They got to my head. That's the biggest fucking mistake of my life. I don't care you're a pogue. I wanted to make you mine, but before I can do that I left you, ghosted you completely. I'm so sorry, I promise to never leave you again."

You look at him with your red, rheumy eyes. The side which made you fall in love with him; his vulnerable side, is showing again and you are just breaking apart from the inside. Oh, how you missed the way he held you so close to him.

You softly hold his face in your hands and press your lips against his. You trace his lips with yours as you move closer to him, his arms snaked around your waist so tightly; he won't let you go again.

You missed the feeling of his lips on your own, the slight taste of the cigarettes he smokes lying on them. You missed your skin against his, the warmth radiating from his body to yours and making you all fuzzy on the inside.

Rafe will never leave you again. He will kill the one who says you don't deserve to be his, because no one in the world deserves you more than he does.

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fangirlwriting-stories · 1 year ago

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Downward Spiral

Summary: No One Knows AU Part 7, Managing work-life balance as a superhero is hard in the best of times.

These are not the best of times.

Author's Note: So turns out, this didn't take nearly as long as I expected and there also aren't nearly as many chapters as I expected there to be (just three), so uh, here's the first chapter! Have fun with it like Danny won't!

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At an actually decent suggestion from Jazz, Danny starts going home before going on patrol, just because too often if he tries to patrol first, he misses his much earlier much stricter curfew, and he really can’t afford to do that right now.

Jazz comes with him a lot of the time. She brings a thermos or strategies in regards to the ghosts they’re most likely to find. She catches the ghost sometimes, and Danny always feels grateful that her aim has gotten better. Ghost fighting is more than a little easier with backup.

Tonight, however, nothing much helps, as there’s so many ghosts out and about it doesn’t matter how efficient or well-planned they are, they still get home after midnight. Danny phases them both through the walls and up to his bedroom, and then collapses onto his bed and changes back without moving.

“That’s it,” he groans. “I’m sleeping for a week.”

“Unfortunately we still have school tomorrow,” Jazz says, but he can tell she’s exhausted too. She flops down on the bed next to Danny, but doesn’t bother looking at him as she keeps talking. “At least it’s almost Friday.”

Danny manages a weak laugh. “Never thought I’d live to see the day you’d be excited to see the weekend,” he says.

“I’m excited to be well rested,” Jazz mutters, and Danny looks over to find her eyes are already shut and she seems half asleep already. He doesn’t want to make her move when they’re both this tired, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to walk to her bedroom either. So instead, they both end up falling asleep sideways on the bed, with Danny having just enough time to shove the thermos under his pillow to deal with in the morning before he passes out too.

…

A knock on his door wakes them both, but there’s barely any pause before it opens and Mom walks quickly in, looking nervous about something.

“Danny have you seen— oh, Jazz, you’re in here!”

Danny blinks blearily, trying to push himself upwards.

“Sorry Mom,” Jazz says, already awake and two steps ahead like usual. “I was helping Danny study last night, and we both just kind of fell asleep.”

“Oh no worries, sweetie, I just didn’t know where you were,” Mom says. And Danny expects that to be the end of it, but instead Jazz stands up and walks across the room, then gives Mom a quick hug.

Danny blinks in surprise, but Mom hugs Jazz tightly back for a second before giving her a smile and heading back out, with a call that she’d see them downstairs for breakfast.

“Uh, you guys good?” Danny asks, and Jazz turns to face him, blinking a couple times. Maybe she’s not as awake as he thought she was.

“Oh, Mom and Dad just get more nervous when they don’t know where we are now,” Jazz says. “That’s why I suggested coming home before patrol. It’s not your fault, but we shouldn’t get in trouble for it.”

Danny narrows his eyes in concern. “That’s why you suggested coming home before patrol?”

“Well, that and it’s generally easier to patrol if we’ve already had dinner,” Jazz says. “It’s really okay, Danny. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“I wasn’t,” Danny says, sitting upwards and stretching his arms above his head in an effort to wake himself up. “Meet you downstairs for breakfast.”

“Sure thing,” Jazz says, heading out to her own room.

Danny still isn’t quite awake when he does make it downstairs, but he sort of feels like he can make it through the day while feeling only slightly like a zombie. As long as nothing happens, anyway, like Dash getting on his case or some large assignment being given or another ghost attack.

Oh who is he kidding, he’s doomed.

Someone nudges him in the shoulder, and Danny turns to see Jazz approaching from his side. “I can drive you to school today if you want,” she says. “Just so you don’t have to rush quite as much.”

“Yes please,” Danny says. “You’re a lifesaver.” He grabs one of the pieces of toast sitting on the plate in the center of the table, then takes a bite without bothering to put any butter or jam on it.

He manages to get ready with just a little time to spare, which gives him time to grab the thermos and head down to the lab. Danny manages to send the ghosts stuffed into the thermos through the portal back into the ghost zone, where they’ll hopefully be for a while.

He’s about to turn around and head back upstairs when he hears the lab door open, and he freezes.

“Danny?” Mom asks, as she walks down the steps. “What are you doing in the lab, don’t you need to be getting ready for school.”

“Uh, I think I left a pencil down here when I was cleaning,” Danny says, turning to the nearby cluttered lab table as an excuse, and starting to shift through papers.

Mom looks around with a raised eyebrow, lingering on the messy tables and scattered papers and beakers. “Maybe you should take another crack at the cleaning part,” she says.

“Uh, totally,” Danny says, grabbing the first pencil he lands on and heading back upstairs. “You got it Mom! Sorry, I was just super busy with studying.”

“No, that’s alright, hun, studies come first. Just make sure you make some time to do your chores too, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Danny calls as he runs back up the stairs. He waits until he’s out of earshot to mutter to himself, “I’ll add it to the list of priorities, right under the ghost fighting.”

He shakes it off and moves to grab his bag, then heads out front to meet Jazz, who’s already waiting in the car.

“Ghosts taken care of?” she asks as Danny shuts the door.

“Yep,” Danny says as she pulls away. “Thanks for the ride. I don’t think I would have had time otherwise.”

“No problem. I love it when there isn’t a thermos full of malicious entities stuck under your pillow all day.”

“It is one of my favorite decorative habits,” Danny says, giving an admittedly still exhausted smirk.

Apparently a little more exhausted than he thought, because he ends up falling asleep on the way to school, and Jazz shakes him awake when they get there.

“You sure you’re up for this?” she asks as Danny drags himself and his bag from the car.

“So up for this,” Danny says, waving her off. “I’m gonna take a nap in homeroom and probably during lunch. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” Jazz says. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m definitely not. How are you so awake by the way, that’s not even fair.”

“I wasn’t the one that did all of the actual fighting last night,” Jazz says as they start towards the school. “And I also have a good sleep schedule the rest of the time.”

“Good sleep schedules are for chumps.”

“Yeah see, that’s probably part of your problem.”

“Bah.”

They split up as Danny reaches homeroom, where he does in fact put his head on his desk and sleep until the bell rings again.

He really can’t afford to sleep through his algebra class, though. That one had taken the biggest hit while he’d been off doing crimes for Freakshow, and algebra has never been his strong suit. He’s managed to get his grade back up to a somewhat decent C-, but it’s a shaky C-, one he can’t afford to slack on. So in passing period, he splashes some water on his face, smacks himself in the face a couple of times, and then heads in to force himself to focus on numbers.

He sits near the window next to Tucker, who has algebra the same time as him, and who looks significantly less exhausted than he does, which is probably why he feels okay with whispering to him as class starts.

“Hey, did you get the homework done?”

Danny’s head snaps over to him. “What?”

There isn’t homework due today, is there? How did he forget that?

Oh, what does it matter? He wouldn’t have had time to do it last night anyway, between getting slammed into concrete walls, or through store windows, or into other ghosts.

Tucker, next to him, holds up an entire packet of quadratic equations, all of which he’s done, and all of which look complicated.

Danny slams his head down on his desk. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Sorry dude,” Tucker says with a sympathetic frown.

Danny looks hopefully towards him. “Could you help me make it up after school?”

Tucker winces, which doesn’t seem to bode well for his chances.

“Uh, sorry,” he says, looking away. “Sam wants to, uh, do a thing.”

“A thing?”

“Yeah, at the park. And you’re still grounded, so…”

Danny sighs, looking back at his desk. “Right, yeah. Thanks anyway.”

Tucker doesn’t say anything, and then the bell rings, and the teacher up front calls for everyone to pass in their homework.

There’s a two day late policy which doesn’t make exceptions for the weekend, meaning Danny’s gonna have to figure out some way to get it done today so he can turn it in tomorrow. Maybe he actually will be up late to study that night. Ghost fighting comes before homework, but homework tends to find a way to come before sleep.

And if he doesn’t want to piss off his mom, he’s gotta fit cleaning the lab in there somewhere.

Whatever, he can sleep all day Saturday. It’ll be fine. He’s grounded anyway.

…

Lunch seems to take forever to get there, and by the time Danny finally makes it to their usual table, Sam and Tucker are already there and talking. Danny sets his tray down, then drops his backpack down on the table next to it and buries his head in it.

“Late night?” Sam asks.

Danny makes a grumbled noise of agreement.

“I thought you caught up on all your homework from being gone.”

“That does not stop me from forgetting about new homework, apparently,” Danny says, managing to pull his head up.

“Yikes,” Sam says. “Good luck with that.”

“I’m gonna need it,” Danny mutters. He grabs the apple from his tray and takes a bite a split second before he remembers why he doesn’t eat the terrible mealy school apples and spits it back out onto the tray.

“Geez Danny, you think you could try being a functional human today?” Sam asks, pulling her tray back towards her.

“Apparently not,” Danny says, giving a short laugh. He covers the bite of the apple with a napkin to throw away when he finishes the rest of it. “Sorry Sam, I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“I can tell,” Sam says with a roll of her eyes. There was a short pause before Sam says, “You’re not alone in that, though. There were ghosts fighting all night, they kept waking me up.”

Danny winces. “Sorry, Sam. That sucks,” he says.

“I bet it was Invis-o-bill again,” Sam says, turning to look at Tucker, probably trying to include him in the conversation, since he’s been pretty quiet through most of lunch, looking down at his PDA. “Did you guys see how much damage he caused last night? He needs to pay more attention.” She nudges Tucker. “He woke you up too, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Tucker says, looking down and tapping something on his PDA.

Danny doesn’t say anything, and instead takes a drink of his chocolate milk. He probably should have paid more attention last night. He and Jazz have been trying to cut down on the property damage as a way to help his image a bit. The only problem being last night he was still out fighting at 11PM and he was achy and exhausted. He’s still achy and exhausted.

Still, if Sam’s noticed that’s a problem. The main point for all of this is to show her Phantom in a new light. If that’s not working, then he needs to be doing something he’s not.

“I’m just saying,” Sam says to Tucker, apparently taking his agreement as more than it seemed to Danny. “I’m getting a little tired of not getting enough sleep just because of a bunch of stupid ghosts.”

Danny snorts, taking another sip of milk to cover it as a cough. That makes two of them.

Sam drops the ghost fighting after that, but Danny has trouble shaking off the sour tinge it adds to his mood for the rest of lunch. He tries to reason his way out of feeling crummy about it while walking to his next class.

Of course Sam’s irritated she didn’t sleep well. Danny’s irritated he didn’t sleep well too. And of course she blamed it on Phantom. That’s nothing new for her. He’s just not in a great mood because he’s tired, and things will be more bearable tomorrow.

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Chapter Two

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #maddie fenton #tw emotional manipulation #no one knows au #my fic

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one-vivid-judgment · 5 months ago

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The We Are BD/SM AU no one asked for, but I'm cooking anyway

(Aka, my newest TanFang + ChainPun + MickMatt fic)

Where...

Basically PhumPeem's puppy play dynamic is the catalyst for everything.

- Pun is one kinky bastard whom no dom he's met at the BDSM club has managed to keep up with. Sick and tired of hearing him complain, Peem introduces him to one of his friends from the club that he thinks can work some magic. Enter Chain, who has actually seen Pun around a few times and may have also fallen in love at first sight, but never got the courage to ask him into a room. They hit it off amazingly well, but Chain's happiness is short-lived because he doesn't only want a relationship based on only sex, but Pun doesn't give any signs that he likes him that way, so he'll just have to keep quiet and suffer in silence.

• Pun whose relationships have never lasted too long, because he is on the more hardcore side of things and his partners were always very vanilla. Which was fine, he thought, you don't always get what you want and not everyone is gonna be able to give you what you want. But it gets so tiring, having to constantly be afraid of being judged for what you are into by someone who supposedly loves you—because Pun can understand being turned off by your boyfriend asking to be slapped across the face, but at some point, it gets exhausting to constantly have to explain. It's not like things got any better when he switched to only looking for doms at the BDSM club. They always end up not going hard enough on him, or they aren't into breathplay or any of the other stuff Pun is into. One more failure and, he swears, he's done. He'll just adopt a bird and live with it as his only company.

• Chain who has always been kind of afraid of going all out on his subs because he knows it can get very overwhelming, very fast. He knows how fucked up it sounds that he wants his partner to struggle and give him sass and make it look like they are trying to run away from Chain and like they don't want it. It's all consensual, yes, but it all sounds so... bad. So, he's gotten used to hiding it all.

Enter Peem, who befriends Chain at the club and is sick and tired of Pun complaining about his sex life, so he introduces them, thinking they're a match made in Heaven. They are. And that's a problem. Because Pun is too used to things getting worse before they get better, and Chain is falling hard, but Pun doesn't give any signs that he wants to be with him outside of their 'club exclusive, sex exclusive' relationship.

- Fang desperately needs to get out of his own head, and after trying a thousand different coping mechanisms that always failed, he thought he found the one when Fai (and Phum, but that's something Fang found out about against his will—aka accidentally walking in on PhumPeem) introduced him to BDSM. She became his dom, and although they didn't work out romantically, she still ties him up or pours some melted wax on him when Fang needs his head to be quiet... Except now Fai has found a new partner at the club and won't be available as much, so Fang finally decides to listen to her advice and see how it is at the club. Enter dashing, handsome Tan who's about to rock this man's world.

• Fang whose family life has been nothing but constant abandonment and neglect, so he moved out as soon as he could. With his best friend and girlfriend at the time, Fai. They dated for a while, but things didn't work out—it kinda adds to Fang's self-hatred issues, because he was 'using' Fai as a means to get away from home. They stayed good friends, thankfully, and on one faithful day when Fang goes to his brother's condo for a visit, he catches Phum and Peem during a puppy play scene. And Fai doesn't laugh when he tells her, instead gives him a surprisingly informative class about BDSM, which she happens to also be into, although she's never done a scene herself. So, they try. And it gets Fang's head so deliciously empty that he think he's finally found the perfect coping mechanism for when he gets too into his own thoughts.

• Tan who's always been called 'too much', 'too intense', 'too annoying'. He got into the world of BDSM precisely because he wanted to take care of others and make them feel good and fulfilling their fantasies. But he's never had anything permanent, whether a sub or a boyfriend. Maybe both. Hopefully both. And although Tan tells himself that it's fine, that he is still helping others at the end of the day, he would love to just have somebody that will cuddle up to him afterwards and won't leave immediately after they're given aftercare. The aftercare Tan has never received himself.

Enter Fai, who meets her new partner at the BDSM club and won't be able to act as Fang's dom as often now. So, he's finally forced into listening to the advice she's been giving him for months: "come to the club," She said, "they have a matchmaking system. You'll find someone. That's how I met Lynn!". The matchmaking, Fang thinks, works a little too well.

- Matt has been more curious than he'd like to admit about Peem and Phum's puppy/owner dynamic and finally gets the courage to ask his friend to take him to the club where they met. His understanding of the whole thing is super surface level and frankly a bit embarrassing, but to be fair, boy is still struggling with that good ol' internalized homophobia (hooray for shitty dads, am I right?), cut him some slack. Enter Mick, who has a lot of experience and thinks it might be fun to show this newbie the ropes.

• Matt who has the worst possible relationship with his sexuality after having grown up with a very homophobic father. He left home with his mother ages ago, and he is still barely coming to terms with the fact that he is into men romantically, and here he is now, seeing Phum and Peem acting like a puppy and his owner and dying of curiosity fo what the hell it all means. And he doesn't want to cave, but he does and he asks—and Pun just casually blurts out that they met at a BDSM club, the same he goes to actually. Toey did NOT need to hear that and leaves, but Matt is... intrigued.

• Mick who's never looked for a serious relationship and was content with just hooking up with people and being in casual D/s relationships. There would always be a better boyfriend, a better dom—at least, that's what he's gathered from the many times his former subs have come to him saying they've met someone else. And every time, he just let them go, easy as that. There would always be a better boyfriend, a better dom.

Enter Pun, who practically drags Matt to the club one day and leaves him to meet Chain. "Don't worry!" Matt said. "I'll be okay on my own" He said. You know, like a liar. He's not doing okay, and Mick can see it from the opposite end of the club, ditching a potential new hook up to go talk to this awkward-looking boy standing by the bar.

"You look like you're about to jump out of the nearest window."

"Maybe cause I actually do want to jump out of the nearest window."

If nothing else, it'll be fun to teach this newbie the ropes.

(+ References to camboy Kluen and boyfriend Beer who joins him on his streams sometimes, which may or may not become it's own fic at some point)

#another repost from twitter bby!#these three are gonna fuck so nasty but also they're gonna go thru it I'm sorry #we are series #we are the series #chainpun #tanfang #mickmatt #phumpeem

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nyerus · 1 year ago

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Hello, I saw your blog as a place to know about TGCF. Do you mind if I ask something as a new of TGCG? So if Lan Ying is Jun Wu in disguise does it mean from the start of the story, it's Jun Wu all along? Also, if He Xuan already fulfill his retribution to Shi Wu Du, how come he is still on earth and not moving on? Sorry for my silly ask, @nyerus ....

Hi there! I don't mind answering at all! Welcome to the fandom!

Lang Ying was not Jun Wu in disguise! Jun Wu used him to recuperate his "clone" of Bai Wuxiang (it's not very clear as to what's going on there). But the child Lang Ying who stayed with Xie Lian in Puqi for a short while was originally the nephew of the King Lang Ying -- the man who Xie Lian helped in Book 2 (not volume 2, but the actual arc), but who then betrayed him and ended up becoming the King of Yong'An. The nephew at some point contracted Human Face Disease and ran away before he was killed by the others, only to apparently succumb anyway. (It's implied he also saw Xie Lian in the throne room in Book/Arc 4 when Xie Lian confronted King Lang Ying.) We aren't ever told what happened between the boy and Jun Wu, but by some method, Jun Wu convinced him to agree to harbor Bai Wuxiang on his person to leech from.

The question about Shi Wudu and He Xuan is a bit complicated and leaves room for a little bit of interpretation. But to keep it short and give you the jist of it: it's because He Xuan's retribution was unsatisfying. He killed Shi Wudu, but Shi Wudu basically went out the victor in the scenario. He died laughing that he and his brother lived lavishly at the expense of He Xuan for centuries, while He Xuan toiled away instead. Shi Wudu was not remorseful in the slightest, did not beg for mercy or forgiveness, nothing. What meaning does He Xuan's revenge have, then? Basically nothing. And though Shi Qingxuan too benefitted from He Xuan's fate, he was unknowing of it, and though he chose his brother in the end, it is difficult to blame him for that. Though, He Xuan very much thought of Shi Qingxuan failing the impossible test he set out for him. It's hypocritical because He Xuan took the fate/life of an innocent person (real Ming Yi, though He Xuan is not the one who killed the man -- just you know, imprisoned and impersonated him for ages) just as Shi Wudu had, for the sake of his own family. There were no victors in that situation: only losers! Naturally, He Xuan would feel his grudge to be rather unfulfilled. But eventually, he'd probably just fade away without much of anything to keep tying him to the mortal plane as the years go by.

I hope these answered helped shed some clarity! They're definitely two of the most confusing aspects of the novel haha!

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hob #heaven official's blessing #asks #anon

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bunbeeplays · 10 months ago

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 68 - Xander's Big Move

Xander wakes up to Marshmallow eating garbage.

Xander: No, bad kitty! You don't get to act out because Mommy isn't here today.

He proceeds to hypocritically dig through the trash looking for upgrade parts before tossing the rest.

Marshmallow: father you are ruining my feast

Ophelia's out for the day, and Xander has plans of his own. He and Hilary need to sort things regarding their parents' will. Now that Hilary is divorced, she's been staying in the Pappas manor. He never got to talk to his parents about moving out, but his sister will do.

It's been rough for Greta. Not only did her grandparents die, but her dad is an unfaithful jerk? And he's having a baby with someone other than her mom?

She's staying in her mom's teen bedroom. It's a little… bright for her liking, but it's better than being with her dad.

Jace has been trying his best to be optimistic. So much of this has been confusing, but he knows his mom and dad aren't together anymore, and Dad is having a baby with that Tiff lady.

At least he gets to stay at Grandma and Grandpa's old house. They have monkey bars AND a pool!

Hilary is… adjusting. Suddenly inheriting your parents' restaurant right before going through a divorce is a lot to handle. She still hasn't registered her new position with the Ministry of Labor but she does so quickly as she hears Xander come through the front door.

Xander might be a goofball, but he has been absolutely amazing the past several days. Hilary's not sure she could have gotten through all this without his support. Their parents would be so proud of him, and she makes sure to tell him so every chance she gets.

Xander: So today's the day we duke it out for Mom and Dad's money?

Hilary: Very funny, Alexander. There are a few things we'll need to discuss, given the… current circumstances.

Hilary and Xander proceed to have a very boring, but important conversation. The house is in both of their names but there's no interest in selling. Hilary and the kids will move into the Pappas manor with Xander. Y'know, even though he barely lives there anymore. Speaking of…

Xander: Not that I don't love you guys, and I know there's tons of room here, but would it be crazy to move in with Ophelia?

Hilary: Of course not! That's wonderful. What a big step!

Xander: It's not that big, I basically live there now anyway.

Xander: I bet Greta would love my space up in the attic! She can put some planters out on the balcony and work on her gardening.

Hilary: I'm sure she would love that. She's trying to pretend she's fine but I can tell she's hurting. Anything to make her feel more at home.

Xander: I've still got to talk to Ophelia about it but I have a hunch she'll say yes.

Hilary: I'm not a betting woman but I'd put money on it. Mom and Dad left you a decent chunk of money if you want to save for something bigger, for the future? Like… if you start a family?

Xander: Subtle.

Hilary: Oh, hush! Even when you were with that horrid Jules, you had never even considered moving in together. Face it, little brother, you've met the Sim you're going to spend the rest of your life with.

Xander: It's not like it's a secret to me either, Hil.

Xander: Ophelia's the one, I know it. She laughs at my lame jokes, she lifts me up when I'm down, she helps me shave my back hair. I know we're going to get married and have like a kajillion little blonde babies someday, but we don't have to talk about my love life right now.

Hilary: Just because my love life's in the gutter doesn't mean I can't be happy for yours going well! I'm just saying, once the dust settles, you'd better put a ring on that girl!

Xander: Are you meddling in my relationship so we don't have to keep talking about the will?

Hilary: Well, I do have something important to talk to you about. Before they passed, Mom and Dad were telling me about an idea for business venture they had.

Xander: They already have a food monopoly in Tartosa.

Hilary: Yes, but they never had a bar.

Hilary: I would have always inherited the restaurant, because I'm a chef. But they wanted you to pursue your dream as well.

Xander: I am though?

Hilary: That bar area at the restaurant is too small. Mom and Dad wanted you to have your own place for your passion, like they did.

Xander: Mom and Dad wanted me to put me in charge of a bar?

Hilary: They always loved your passion for mixology. They put the money aside dedicated to starting a bar here in Tartosa. They even picked out a plot of land.

Xander: This is a lot, sis.

Hilary: If you don't think you're ready, we can always wait. But just know, I'll be there to help you. I've got plenty of business experience from my years shadowing Mom and Dad. I've got your back, whatever decision you make.

Xander: Wow. Thank you, Hilary.

Whatever the future holds for Xander's career, he knows Hilary will always be in his corner.

Hilary's life as a Laurent may be over, but it feels good to be a Pappas again.

Hilary has to go to the restaurant and Xander doesn't exactly have much else going on (I really need to get him some kind of hobby besides mixology), so he makes some falafel for the kids and listens to Greta vent. The divorce is rough enough, but some random half-sibling? Ew.

Jace joins them and Greta changes up her attitude real quick.

Jace: Are you guys talking about the baby?

Greta: Oh, uh, yeah. How you feelin' about it, twerp? Excited to be a big brother?

Jace: I guess. It's weird Mom isn't the mom though.

Greta: Being a big sibling is fun! You can make them do your bidding!

Jace: Does that mean I can hog the bathroom every morning like you?

Greta: Brutal! You've already got that big sib teasing down!

Greta's always looking out for her little brother. She's so much like her mom.

Before heading back to Ophelia's he decides to make a treat for his Lemon Cake: a lemon cake!

Look how proud he is. His mom would be so happy to know he's been getting into cooking and baking more.

Xander beats Ophelia home, but only by a little bit.

Xander: There you are! Where did you go?

Ophelia: Omari suggested going on mental health walks, and I ended up in another save somehow. I dunno, it was nice being somewhere Hector doesn't exist. But hey, I made a new friend!

Xander: Well you're not allowed to go to another save file permanently. Not without me.

Ophelia: Wouldn't dream of it. We're a package deal. That's what I told Marcie! How'd things go with Hilary?

Xander: Great. In fact, we talked about something I wanted to talk to you about.

Xander: Greta's going to take my room.

Ophelia: The one you've barely slept in the past few weeks?

Xander: Yeah. I was thinking we should make our current living arrangement permanent.

Ophelia: I'll have to talk to Marshmallow, but I for one definitely agree.

Xander pulls Ophelia in for a kiss outside the front door of her home, the place that they initiated their first night together. Now it's their home.

As the great and wise poet Bo Burnham once said, look at where they came from, look at them now.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #marshmallow #hilary #greta #jace

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coffeepurpleu · 2 years ago

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On a Sweet Night, Be My Lucky Star☆ (Teaser)

Pairing : VampireTaehyung x WitchReader x DemonJungkook

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Angst, a little of violence,Fluff (I'll try go with all lmao)

Serie: (still don't know how many longer will be, like chapters, but I'm going to make you enjoy it),about updates (there's will be not a specific day to update, *wink).

This will be my first fanfic here, English It's not my first language, so, if you have any suggestion I'll try it🏃🏻‍♀️.

Ch01

Long ago there were fights between different types of species, each with its life partner or destiny, today, although we live comfortably, there are some types of "clans" who refuse to believe that the life partners of different species are not equal to the same (type, an elf with a troll to say). But clarifying that, being a witch, I have learned to live without a companion, I have my best friend Jin.

"Where is my omma?" I asked walking into the restaurant."Yah! You know you shouldn't talk like that" Jin mentions, I managed to dodge the incoming punch.

"Come on! It's funny anyway, it's almost 8 o'clock, are you going to close? Remember that tomorrow you will accompany me to Paris" I gave him a wink.

I usually focus on work, I'm a CEO of 5 companies, I took 2 weeks off, since Jin's birthday is coming up, and I thought I'd give us a trip.

"Yeah, just let me lock up" He mentioned taking off his apron, looking for the keys. At that, we heard the door open and saw a gray wolf. "Jin?""What-"

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"Hey, Tae wake up" Yoongi was trying to move tae to take him to the car for go to apartment they had, it was 4 o'clock in the morning in Paris after a crazy night.

"Let me sleep for a while Hyung" Taehyung snorted trying to turn over, but yoongi prevented him by carrying him on his shoulders. "Hyung comee oooon."

"There are things to do Tae" He muttered.

They were two old vampire friends, both had always dreamed of finding their mate, but to one, 2 centuries made him give up and he stopped looking everywhere, or, he was missing one. To the other, he was still trying to keep his friend with hope.

"Really, you should stop doing this, you're seriously going to kill me man" Yoongi spoke, walking down the stairs helping him to support himself.

"I'm sorry Hyung I just-" Before Tae finished speaking, Yoongi completed the sentence he always repeated. "Tired of searching, I know, you've mentioned it a thousand times" He snorted.

"And despite me mentioning it to you, you always say to end it all" Taehyung rolled his eyes "Ouch!" he hadn't come to see the punch his Hyung gave him.

"Watch your mouth brat, and you know it's not good for you to do this either, how about sometime these days you meet your destined partner?" This made Taehyung laugh, but what he didn't know was that Yoongi was partly right.

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"Are you sure we should go to another city, Hobi? I'm fine here in Venice, aren't you?" Jimin pouted slightly.

"I feel something big coming Chim" Hoseok gave his usual bright smiles.

"I don't feel anything, my god senses will be gone?" he laughed softly.

"Maybe we can go back to Paris? Dance with The Moon" Hoseok slowly approached Jimin wiggling his eyebrows, seeing the cheeks of the last mentioned red as a rose.

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Noises of trucks unloading sounded on a darkened road, voices in a whisper begged to leave the worst place anyone could find.

An unusual demon, with tattoos, piercings decorating his pointed ears, hair covering almost all of his face, the smell of blood and dirt coming from him, one horn full while the other is only half full, bruised ribs sticking out of him, chains all over his body, rusty ones slowly infecting him, suffering looked on.

"Unload this wretch" mentioned a guard as he took out a cigarette to smoke.

A well-dressed gentleman in a suit said, "Be careful, this is valuable merchandise".

Suddenly, our demon is moved to a large place, but complaints echoed between walls. A small sigh came from him, he was cowering in the large cage made for him, closing his eyes hoping at least that someone would take pity on him.

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" He heard a light voice next to him

"Y-Yes."

"What's your name? my name is Neithan" The boy smiled.

"I'm Jung-" He whispered

"Hey, assholes, no talking, take number 16" A bald gentleman said.

Jungkook watched the boy he had recently talked to being taken away. A shiver ran down his spine as he listened to the bustle behind that golden door. He had to escape from there, he used his almost last breath to devise a plan to get the hell out of there.

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"Elizabeth, what did you bring?" Flor asked excitedly. After a month of not meeting, they had to put together a crazy reunion. At Y/n's mansion, who had a pool, hot tub, a lot of rooms (where ome of them she makes art or read to calm) and his own greenhouse.

"I brought tons of candy," replied Elizabeth.

"I brought chocolate covered strawberries" Flower fluttered into the living room.

"I'll get the drinks, and fairy meat" I chuckled, approaching Flor. She opened her eyes like saucers after coming out to hide behind Elizabeth.

"Bitch!" scared Flor didn't know what to do, so she pounced on Y/N. Elizabeth just laughed at them, taking a seat on the tan couch.

Ding-Dong

"Get off me you ugly dumpster fairy!" I yelled, shoving Flor, as she kept pulling my hair.

Since neither of them could keep still, the doorbell kept ringing, Elizabeth went to open the door, finding other friends, Chaeyoung and Momo, both smiling with more food,in the distance came Celeste stumbling with the tents she had in her hands to build it with the others.

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"Get the fuck away from me motherfucker!" A shout echoed through the trees

"But I love you!" A shrill voice almost on the verge of tears was heard.

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"I know we can do this, together," he murmured softly.

"Are you sure?"

"Let's get this over with and show everyone that it's possible."

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"ey princess, free tonight?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's for us to go out tonight."

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"Help, she's bleeding!"

"No, you can't leave me, you promised!"

word count: 974 I think

So that's about a preview, I hope you've enjoy it<3

All people have different way to write right?

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roosterbruiser · 2 years ago

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whenever you have the time, I’d love to hear more about Faye’s other pregnancies. I’m obsessed with Landslide. It’s a masterpiece!

sorry I let this sit in my drafts for so long!!! omg!!!

canonically, I'm making it so Faye really enjoys being pregnant (and good bc they have FIVE girls) because I've tortured her more than enough in the story :,)

here's a blurb I wrote about Olive:

And then, of course, there was Olive. And the house was never even close to quiet ever again. A crackling baby monitor, some battery-operated toy, hiccups, crying, giggling, abused piano keys crying unceremoniously, gleeful chattering, babbling, burping, tiny feet on the kitchen tile. Olive was always relentless--plagued with a never-ending case of hiccups, especially when she was upset--and walked through life with a certain boldness only her aunt had possessed. It took Olive a few moments to cry when she was born in that white-washed hospital room just before midnight--stubborn as she is, she only relented when her daddy touched her for the first time. She is the oldest daughter, the bravest, the boldest. Self-assured, secured in her place in this world.

Faye's pregnancy with Joni is about as smooth as a pregnancy can get! chasing around a toddler keeps Faye on her toes, but Bradley always makes sure to spoil her rotten as soon as he gets home.

her biggest craving is giant salads. and we aren't talking flimsy little things, either. we're talking the words: cooked pasta, breadcrumbs, cabbage, butter lettuce, carrots, peppers, vinegar dressing, tomatoes, chicken, seeds, nuts, etc. Bradley would obviously start calling Faye "bunny" during this period bc of that!

after her less-than-steller experience birthing in a hospital, I think Faye would opt to give birth at home. she already knows that she can do it medication-free, but they go to lots of classes anyway! I imagine that Faye is only in labor for a few hours, just like she was with Olive. and then Joni Caroline is born late into the night on October 19th, 2023.

here's a blurb I wrote about it:

Then there was Joni--sweet Joni, endlessly quieter than Olive, but doted on relentlessly. Joni was always watching--those big, brown eyes lingering over still faces and laughing forms and moving screens and cloudy skies. But we--Bradley and I--we could always hear her. It was the humming. She hummed from--what feels like--birth. Always a low little vibration in her throat, her eyes far-away and glassy, her little lips a flat line. When Joni was born, when I pulled her from the warm water and onto my naked chest in the lowlight of the living room, she didn’t cry. Frantically, the midwives checked her airways while Bradley and I rubbed her back, cooing at her. Her airways were clear and she was breathing; she just didn’t have anything to say.

similarly with Olive and Joni, the pregnancy is easy. she's a surprise baby, but it's a happy surprise! chasing after two toddlers does keep Faye on her toes, but they have family living close to them by the time she's pregnant with Finch!

they keep the gender a surprise, even though they both feel like it's a boy. they don't know why other than they just assume after two girls, they'd get a boy. they settle on the name Finch and don't really look for a girl name at all!

but as soon as Finch is born and is absolutely a girl, they decide that the name Finch is absolutely perfect anyway.

here's a blurb I wrote about it:

Finch came screaming into the world on the coldest day in February, roaring herself into this serious world with a very serious cry. As I laid on the bedroom floor, the plastic sheet beneath me crinkling with my every movement, she bawled and bawled and bawled. It wasn’t until I put her to my breast, only minutes after birth, that she relinquished all thoughts of upset. Finch has always been insistent--always attached to the boob when she was an infant, always begging for more of this, more of that. But as insistent as she has always been, she has been the kindest soul to ever touch this earth. She used to rush into the house in a frenzy, holding an ailing baby bunny, begging me to save it, mommy, save it! She was the resident bug collector, releasing spiders and centipedes outside safely. She would hold hands with anyone, would never leave without kissing us goodbye, and was never embarrassed to let her dad hold her on her shoulders at concerts--even when she was too big.

Bradley and Faye have three sweet and perfect girls and decide what the Hell? why not have one more!

and then they get pregnant with twins. twin girls!

I feel like this is Faye's most complicated pregnancy. knowing that she is carrying twin girls is a genuine physical reminder of her own sister every single day. worrying about repeating the mistakes of her parents or repeating any part of her history is a major concern for her. Bradley's constantly rubbing knots out of her shoulders at the end of the day.

physically, she's dealing with more weight and less room in her womb, but she's been pregnant a few times by now and knows how it goes. pregnancy agrees with her, even if it's twins!

Bradley is more concerned about two newborns than anything else, especially since the other girls aren't very old yet!

but then they're born and they're the most perfect little souls to ever grace this earth. they complete the Ledger-Bradshaw family to a tee--complete with their big brown eyes and loud mouths.

here's a blurb I wrote about it:

Last came Opal and June. My last daughters stretched me to my breaking point, waiting until a cool June day to start my labor. It was my longest and most grueling one, which was unexpected. Twenty-three hours of me pacing around the house like a wild animal, heavy with two baby girls, twisting this way, stretching that way, standing up, kneeling, leaning, swaying. Little Opal was born first--and she was slow to emerge from me. Coming into my arms at four in the morning a tiny and pink thing, furrowing her brow at me as if I'd interrupted her quiet night. Shortly after Opal was June, who was sweeter and quieter. She was born with her eyes wide open and looking into mine--they were the eyes of my grandmother, deep blue and very intense. They have always been attached to me--attached to my hip. Despite being born in the same hour on the same day, Opal is louder than June. She is more than June in every way: more emotional, more angry, more happy, more hungry, more thirsty. Opal was my only daughter that cried when I left her at daycare for the first time. June held her hand quietly, diligently, but did not tear up. But when I returned only a few hours later, grocery bags in the backseat of the truck, June wrapped her arms around my leg and would not let me go. I sat in the car with them for a long time, the engine cut and the ice cream in the trunk melting, just petting their hair and explaining that I will always come back. Always. This is not to say that the twins love Bradley any less than they love me. And he loves them just as fiercely as he loves me, Olive, Joni, Finch. But they have always been my shadows. They were the last to stop breastfeeding, the last to stop sleeping in our bed, the last to take their training wheels of their bikes, the last to leave the house. And even now, when Opal needs comfort, she will openly weep and wail until we are cooing and patting her hair and kissing her cheeks. And even now, when June needs comfort, she will hold onto me and not let me go. They use their spare keys often.

#m answers #landslide #rumours universe #faye clover ledger #Bradley rooster bradshaw #Bradley x faye #olive joni finch opal june #ojfoj

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radicalshelbs · 11 months ago

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I really thought we could make it.

I really really wanted us to make it.

I sit in my living room, staring at the phone in my hands. My chest is hot and so are the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes.

My cat rubs his face along my legs, oblivious to the fact that my world has caved in and I am being berated with debris.

The clock says 6:13am.

I want to scream, I want to sob, I want to fall apart completely and become a mound of rubble but I have to open the theater today.

I stand and hobble to the bathroom.

I turn the cold nozzle in the shower and proceed to sit down.

I sit and silently scream, tears pouring down my face, as not to wake my parents or neighbors this early.

The light of my life has just been extinguished and I have to pop popcorn at 10am.

I hear my alarm going off and then from there and getting to the theater is a blur.

I pop the popcorn, I do the theater checks, soft sobs escaping my mouth.

I smile and laugh with my staff.

They don't know.

I sit at box, breathing, trying to keep myself together.

C walks in and I don't greet him.

He notices but doesn't press.

I go to leave and run into D.

D notices. He does press.

D knows.

Somehow, someone knowing makes it too real.

I try to keep it in but tears escape.

D hugs me.

He hates hugs.

But he hugs me anyway.

I hurry to my car.

I scream in my car, driving home with tears blinding me.

I sob in my car then try to compose myself.

I walk inside and my mom is by the door already.

What's wrong?

I say work was rough and she believes it.

She didn't know.

She doesn't want to know.

I go to my room.

I text F.

I cave and text C too.

F is busy but C answers.

I try to break the news lightly.

You aren't the only single manager anymore, haha.

C is typing.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Me too.

I stare at the ceiling.

I finally saw them after 5 years of being away.

In the span of a few minutes, I lost them.

I burned the bridge myself.

I burned the bridge and now there's ash smudged at the tip of my fingers where I held the match.

Maybe if I wash the ash off my hands, I can fix it.

Do I want to fix it?

Do I want to settle?

Do I excuse the hurt?

Did I make a mistake?

I get up and throw my phone down and rush to the pool.

I jump in and once I'm at the bottom, I scream.

I come back up for air and go back down to drown out my agony.

I float for what feels like hours and walk home.

Did you have a good swim, Shelbs?

Yeah mom.

The days start to warp together.

I can't tell when time has passed, everything is moving yet still.

I wake up in the mornings and throw up.

I spend the days trying to keep my mind busy, talking and forcing laughs and smiles.

I feel guilty for trying to keep the conversations going for as long as I can.

They're tired.

They have lives.

They are sick of hearing about it.

They are sick of me too.

At the end of the night, everyone leaves.

The silence is deafening.

I can't catch my breath.

My mistakes materialize in my room, dancing with the shadows.

Whenever I feel alone, I would just send a message.

I would send an invite to a game.

I would hit Facetime.

I would Snap.

I can't do that anymore.

My hands go numb as I pick up my phone.

I can't do that anymore.

I throw up again.

How did this happen?

All these years.

How did this happen?

Was I in the wrong?

I should just learn that I do not deserve love.

I should have just accepted my fate.

I should have taken the abuse.

I would have been wounded but I would not have been lonely.

I would at least have them sometimes.

The sun comes up.

I look at my phone.

The clock says 6:13am.

I want to scream, I want to sob, I want to fall apart completely and become a mound of rubble but I have to open the theater today.

I stand and hobble to the bathroom.

I turn the cold nozzle in the shower and proceed to sit down.

I sit and silently scream, tears pouring down my face, as not to wake my parents or neighbors this early.

The light of my life has just been extinguished and I have to pop popcorn at 10am.

#trauma coping #poetry #breakup #older work #tw vent #personal vent

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nightcall99 · 1 year ago

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Dreams from 14.11.23

Dream 1: I was at work with SM and AL and then out of the blue, SL shows up to start his shift. I haven't seen him in a long time and he hasn't worked for the company for many years. It's good to see him. He goes into the corner office to put away his things and I follow him in there. We don't say anything, just look at each other in mutual incredulousness toward life. The feeling is like, 'what are we even doing anymore?'.

As we are working, SL and I start talking about a class that we need to attend really soon. It doesn't have to do with our current jobs. We both had recently completed different courses to get our foot in the door of another career/industry. But after finishing our respective courses, they were calling us back to do one last class. A random add-on day. It felt like we'd both decided to move on from pharmacy but were still here, evidently, for some reason. Even though we did different courses, it seemed that we had chosen the same training provider/college. He asked me which campus I was going to do the extra class at. I said the one that was closest to my house, since that was where I took my original classes at anyway. I said, 'Aren't you going to attend the class there too?'. He said no, since he is returning back to Queensland (interstate), and will have to attend the class back there. He is only here for a short while.

SL and SM don't really acknowledge each other, I think they're kind of silently fighting each other for my attention. I seem to be secretly enjoying this. A male customer arrives at the counter and he says he left his sunglasses here for safe-keeping a long time ago. SM goes out of his way to touch me on my back when I am trying to look for them. It's not vey smooth and I start to kind of laugh. I think to myself, wow isn’t this what I wanted? I had wanted someone to appear to up the ante, and now SM is acting all possessive. And this happens just like I wanted but I thought it’d be because of someone new, not someone I already knew. I'm slightly embarrassed of my own pettiness/vanity, even though no one will ever know, I just wanted a fun way to pass the time.

We can't seem to find the sunglasses, but I know they are here somewhere because I saw them just before. Then it hit me that we are searching in the wrong area, so I go to the shelf where I remember they were hidden in amongst some clutter. I don’t know why we were storing the customer's sunglasses in the first place.

Dream 2: I am a high school student, standing around awkwardly in the courtyard and waiting to leave after classes had finished. I needed to use the bathroom but I couldn’t find one nearby and for some reason I didn't want to walk too far to find one. I wandered into an area where there were a bunch of classrooms that had been turned into accommodation for students. I could see bedrooms which were decorated with personal touches. I could have used their bathroom since it was right there, and nobody was 'home', but I didn't want to invade other people's personal living spaces so I left.

There were a lot of other students who were also just waiting around after school. I feel very uncomfortable standing there on my own. I don’t know why I don’t just go home, it’s like I’m waiting to be dismissed or something.

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ackermental · 8 months ago

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That's because Disney Star Wars isn't happening long time ago in a Galaxy far far away (im not even sure when was the last time I've seen this Introduction). No, instead its happening in modern day America. So people's behavior is very twenty first century and western oriented.

Im repeating myself but oh well, ill say it again: we were never supposed to see ourselves in Jedi. And Sith as well, unless a person watching is a total psychopath (which maybe is a problem with Disney nowadays, huh). Jedi weren't thinking like a modern person. Not just because of their moral code that seems so strict, but because those people could literally bring a warship from the orbit back to earth with a twist of their hand and not break a sweat.

Obviously with this amount of power, which is unbelieveble to us, their way of living will be bizarre for the audience. Its part of the fun. The worldbuilding, you know? Something that fantasy and sci-fi is all about.

Although a point of view also matters, for example ill never not laugh at westernies being incapable of understanding that Jedi don't fuck. You're doing wonderful, sweeties, one day you'll get it.

Anyway, what im saying is that you shouldn't be trying to insert yourself as a Jedi, because you will fail every time. And that's a good thing, because if you succeed, it means the writers aren't doing their job. You think Han and Leia were written just for kicks and giggles? Think again. Even ordinary people that exist in that Universe can never actually understand Jedi. That's why they are so 'legendary' even in their own Galaxy. That is also why Sith are so terrifying. No ordinary bitch dictator can hold a candle next to an actual Sith lord, those guys would eat them for breakfast.

And shit I've been hearing about grayness hurr durr in the interviews for this shit show. Yeah? Jedi were never fucking around. Jedi ain't Aang from Avatar, worrying if killing a bad guy is morally justified.

If they decide that some shit must be stopped? Heads are going to be rolling down. That's what made them so bad ass back in the day. No second thoughts and no remorse after the deed is done. Because in real Star Wars normal people are playing in politics, they are cheating, they are balancing between good and evil to move things forward, they are playing with 'sometimes to do good, you have to do something a little bad'.

Jedi though are concerned with bigger issues. Jedi are there keeping in check the forces that literally create and destroy life in that Universe. Of course their rules aren't gonna be the same as ours. It doesn't mean that they are not the personification of Goodness. Because they are and always have been, even in the prequels. Its so strange that prequels are often brought up as an example of Jedi not being perfect. Yeah? Sure they weren't? The first trilogy tells us that they've failed. Still it doesn't mean that they were corrupted. If anything prequels should teach you what the Galaxy would look like without Jedi in it. An entire war was organized in hope of killing as many of them as possible before the coup. Jedi were literally the only thing standing between ordinary people and catastrophy. Because mundane bitches with their morality and rules have nothing on Siths in the long run. We could watch in full view what the Order was always fighting against all this time: a pure evil force, just as powerful, but more cunning and ruthless.

Ohhh Jedi never did anything, they just be sitting around in their pretty temple, when slavery still exists in the outer rim!!!

Bitch, they are literally spending their whole lives trying to keep all of the people alive. They are plenty busy and still are sometimes getting involved in other peoples business. You know, as a side quest to saving some nation this Friday, that's just how they roll.

Actually, they are already doing more just by existing than any politician ever could.

That's just how it works in a Galaxy far far away, and I wish that Disney's weird jediphobia would pass. They obviously don't understand them, and some directors stright out hate them, which, you know, tells me all I have to know about them and their products. Because I refuse to call it art.

Surprising no one, the acolyte seems to go for a "the Jedi are a domineering force upon the galaxy" take

Now even setting aside how this ignores that the Jedi are Diplomat-Peacekeepers, how ridiculous it is that an organization that has only ever numbered in the thousands would be able to do so, or that such is entirely contrary to everything we know of the Jedi morally (oh how ironic it is, the show and director is clearly trying to go for a "this is how the Jedi used to be before they got bad and became the prequels', but they're actually making these high republic Jedi seem worse)

This also doesn't gel with the fundamental fact that the Jedi are servant-protectors of the democratic Republic, and that they answer to the senate-its representative body of the people

How exactly is a peaceful organization which serves under a democratic institution a force of domination?

#thanks for comming to my tedd talk #i promise to avoid talking about acolyte in the future because honestly there is no point

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sunball · 3 years ago

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WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR PERSON'S LIFE RIGHT NOW + A MESSAGE FROM THEM

𖦹 this reading includes what is going on in your person’s life right now, what they (or their higher self) want to say to you at this moment and songs they'd like to give you. this reading is more about your future spouse or your future partner, someone who you may not be in contact with but you're curious about what they're doing.

𖦹 so there will be two paragraphs for each pile (what your person is doing and what they want to say to you). you can choose more than one pile. ex: pile 1 for what your person is doing and pile 2 for the message.

𖦹 how does this work? close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

𖦹 take what resonates.

THE PILES

PILE 01

now playing:

pile 01's songs

THEIR LIFE

hello pile 01, welcome to your reading. I'm getting a lot of fire energy here, especially leo. I'm hearing Leo in 1st and 10th house, aries in 8th house, aries mars, mars in 10th house and also Venus in 2nd and 3rd house. I'm also getting gemini and capricorn. capricorn mars, aquarius venus. If these aren't your placements then they're most likely your person's placements. or perhaps, those are their transits. I feel a lot of confident energy from your person, I think they are at a good place right now. Your person has been betrayed and heartbroken quite recently but I feel like they're not trying to let that get to them. they're keeping their head high, focusing on their goals and working really hard. the pain motivated them to work hard, maybe as a way to get revenge? In their head, they may think that if they work hard, they can show off their success to the person that broke them like "hey, look at me now!". for some others, it's possible that they're working really hard because the work distracts them from the pain and the situation. they're acting like the pain isn't affecting them, I'm seeing them just laughing and hanging out with a group of people (their friends?) acting like theyre not dealing with any problems. your person is definitely at a period of time where work is only on their mind, they're hungry for success. success is the only thing your person is heading towards, it's the only direction they see. love isn't on your person's mind at all so I doubt that you've crossed their mind. but little do they know, the direction that they're heading towards will also lead them to you. your person may have travelled somewhere recently or maybe they're thinking of travelling somewhere else. there is change on the horizon for your person, maybe they will be promoted soon or moving countries, going to university, etc. they are so ambitious. I'm seeing piles of paper on desks, papers stuck on walls with dates and notes on them and also quotes. motivational quotes perhaps. your person is also working out, they could be getting up quite early. 6 am? I'm getting mad mars in 6th house vibes from your person. they're feeling burnt out, they have so much on their plate but they're not stopping anytime soon because they like it and also because they have no choice. they're also taking many responsibilities, I'm hearing house chores, work and looking after their parents or siblings. your person could be a student, a business person or they could work in an office. they're organizing their workspace and keeping track of their schedule, getting ready for the next chapter of their life. laziness is not in your person's vocabulary!

THEIR MESSAGE

you know, I am so busy right now. I'm too exhausted to even think about love, to think about you. I don't think about it anymore unlike before. I know at times you feel like we're nowhere close and you doubt my existence because of how distant I feel and I'm sorry. It is partially true, we're nowhere close to eachother and we're both individual human beings. let's live in the present and experience things and meet new people without having to think about eachother. I don't feel right about thinking of the future and just hoping for something to happen, hoping to just end up with someone like you. It doesn't feel right. I need to do something, I need to take action. that's exactly what I'm doing now. It gives me a sense of stability knowing that I'm taking action and there's a high possibility of my dreams coming true. I've promised myself that I won't stop working until I've achieved everything. I can't do all of this by myself, I need your help too. I'm asking you a favour, do your part. I'm doing mine. work hard and don't slack off. I'm sorry again for sounding cold, I'm not like this on a daily basis. I'm just really tired. I need to get my point across. don't slack off. please. I'll keep saying that. oh, that reminds me. at times I will definitely sound like a teacher or a boss, it's just a habit I got from work. It's not my intention to make you feel stupid, I know you're smart. I wanted you to know that because I don't want you to think I'm generally a cold person. I'm not. when tarot readers or psychics or astrologers or whoever says that I'm cold, they only mean when I'm at work or when I'm busy or serious. I would never be like that to someone I love, especially you. truthfully speaking, you don't know much about me at all especially if you think I'm a cold person. that thought you have of me stops now. I'm guessing that you're curious about me now. I like to look neat and clean, I don't like bright colours, they look unprofessional. I hang out with my friends sometimes and we just have lunch at a café or a local restaurant. I'm on my computer a lot so my back always hurts but I'm doing exercises to help me with it. I have too many cookbooks that I don't use because I don’t have much time, I end up freestyling my food and cooking up some eggs. I need to get better at managing time. I don't like people that don't practice what they preach, it irritates me. now for my appearance. this, in no way is useful information that will help us in any way but I suppose I'll just tell you. I have a sharp nose, it's pointy and a little wide. I don't have any piercings. I don't have bangs. as for my eyes, they're brown and deep-set. my lips? they're just lips. you'll love them anyway so it doesn't matter. my hair? neat and brown. you'll love it too. that's enough. you can stop trying to get to know me now, leave that for when we meet. you can know me more yourself when the time comes, I like the process of getting to know someone and the effort someone puts into getting to know me. until then, keep working hard.

PILE 02

now playing:

pile 02's songs

THEIR LIFE

I’m getting cancer energy from the pile, also pisces and gemini and libra. I’m hearing cancer/pisces/ libra venus, venus in 5th/7th/12th house, pisces moon, mercury in 7th house, cancer in 2nd house, gemini rising. if these aren’t your placements then they’re most likely your person’s, if not then these may be their transits. right now I feel like your person is trying something new, especially a hobby. I’m getting ‘painting’ for some of you. for others, your person has started something new like a project or they moved to a new house, something like that. there’s this feeling of ‘newness’ in your person’s life right now. they have so much passion for whatever this ‘newness’ is. they’re excited for this change, they can’t wait to move to the next stage. I’m feeling a positive energy coming from your person. their creativity is flowing through their blood, they feel inspired and joyous. some of you may not like to hear this but your person may have gotten in a relationship with someone or they want to get into a relationship with someone. they have a crush. I feel like there’s still an important choice to be made and your person has waited such a long time for the next stage, the relationship stage. I feel like their crush or their partner isn’t showing them that much attention, it feels quite one sided (your person giving more), they’re doing so much for their crush/partner but I feel like your person isn’t seeing it right, they’re just so blinded. like a little kid when they have a crush. If you don’t like what you’re hearing, don’t worry, they’re your person for a reason. anyways for others of you, I’m seeing your person listening to music while they’re doing their new hobby. painting is coming really strong, I’m seeing an easel. If it’s not a hobby then your person is feeling in love, whether it be a person or something else. their head is in the clouds, they’re listening to love songs, feeling so inspired by everything around them. love and venus themes is really important in your person’s life right now. If you’ve been listening to love songs recently or if you just feel all lovey-dovey, it’s most likely because of your person, you’re connected to your person. or if you feel inspired out of nowhere, it’s probably because of your person too. I just felt like I had to let you know that. sooner or later though, your person will realise that the relationship is one sided and they will give up on it. this will hit your person really hard, it will be a hard lesson for them. perhaps even the last lesson because I feel like your person has always done too much for people that don’t deserve their love. your person has experienced a lot and learnt many lessons except for this, when they learn this though, they will have learnt all the lessons. they can tick this off their box. I’m getting such wise Pisces vibes from them. for lots of you, your person is already in the 'realisation' stage and there's about to be a change in their life.

THEIR MESSAGE

It’s been challenging these days, maybe even these past few weeks and maybe even months too. It’s fine though, I can get through it. you don’t have to worry about me. I have a gut feeling that something is going to happen soon, disappointments? I’m not surprised, I’ve been so stuck in my own head. I don’t know why I keep giving people more. so stupid of me. maybe it’s not my fault? maybe it’s their fault for giving less, who knows. I don’t know how to stop. why do I do this? I keep getting disappointed over and over again, I’m starting to not have hope anymore. despite this, I still think love is beautiful. with the right person. love is not only limited to romantic love though, which is what I’ve learnt recently. I’ve been so fixated on romantic relationships that I’ve forgotten about the beautiful things around me. surprisingly, there’s love everywhere. do you know what I love? I love the stars, I love flat white coffee, I love the smell of fresh grass, I love nature and the sun, I love dogs (especially small dogs) and I love experiences. experiences that shape me into a better person, painful or not, I love those. not to sound masochistic – but I love pain. I learn from pain. love has always been painful for me but I’m still giving people my all, wrong people to be precise. Is that why I keep falling for people that don’t care about me? because I love getting hurt? now that I’ve thought of it, it sounds terrible. I need to fix that. I feel embarrassed now that you know this, please don’t shake your head. I will fix it. I want this cycle to end. don’t be worried about me. you should continue living your life, there’s yet so much you can experience. places to go, new people to meet, new activities to do. so much. I’d love to experience so many things with you. do you like road trips? I’d love to go on a picnic date too, does stargazing sound good? we could travel around the world, that’s on my bucket list. so many ideas but there’s still so much distance and time between us. I feel excited thinking about it, I want to do so much right now and experience so many things. by the time we meet, I might already have a long white beard because I’ll be so wise *laughs*. who knows, white hair does look awesome. I think it might suit me actually. on a serious note, I want you to know that you should not be afraid to try new things. don't be afraid of change. regret is scarier than change, staying in the same place and not growing is scarier than change. you may lose something good but what if you gain something even better? I’ll be there for you every step of the way, I’m always there for you even though I’m not there with you physically. do you feel me? I’m so proud of you. If you see an opportunity, take it or you’ll regret it later. don’t be afraid of saying no or saying yes, you deserve to be heard, assert your dominance *laughs*. I love you, take care of yourself. you can do it. [:

PILE 03

now playing:

pile 03's songs

THEIR LIFE

I'm getting mutable and fixed energy here, especially scorpio, virgo, leo, sagittarius. maybe scorpio rising and sagittarius rising with pluto in 1st house. I'm hearing saturn in 8th house, saturn in 22°, scorpio sun or moon aspecting saturn, pluto and sun or moon sitting in the same house. if these aren't your placements then they're most likely your person's. these could be their transits too. your person is going through a transformation, something had recently happened in their life that has caused this transformation. I'm thinking it's death, a death of a loved one like a family member, a friend or a pet. someone close to them. If it's not a death of a loved one then it's a death of a cycle, a death of a job, a relationship, something like that. something that came to an end. it's affecting your person badly and they feel so much guilt. they're missing and mourning over whatever this is. they're pessimistic, they feel like the whole world is against them and that their would turned upside down. they have no hope anymore, they're not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm seeing that image of Yuu Otasaka from the anime Charlotte. I think your person is exactly like that right now. depressed. I see tissues, dark rooms and hoodies and blankets. also gaming for a number of you (interesting how the picture you chose is a picture of keys). they're going through it right now and they need support. your person is not communicating with many people or interacting with anyone at all, they're pushing people away. looking at the picture of the pile you chose, I realised it says "wish you were here". now this could mean that they wish that the person they lost were still with them or they wish that someone could come and support them or comfort them, or for a few amount of you, this could be meaning you. they wish you were there with them. however, I don't think love is a thought that comes in their mind in this period of time. it's more like, they're screaming into a void wishing someone could hear them, not directly meaning you. for others of you, I'm getting a different situation. your person may have gotten fired or they tried something but it didn't work out and they had so much hope for it. they badly wanted it to work out and now your person is feeling disappointed in themselves, like someone just ripped away something really valuable to them. your person doesn't know that the reason this, whatever this is, didn't work out is because it wasn't meant to. It's not part of their divine plan. It honestly saved your person from future problems but they don't know that. It's a blessing in disguise. I'm strongly feeling it's something related to their job or maybe love, 'right place, wrong time' is what I'm hearing. your person is blaming themselves for it all, thinking it was because of time, lack of planning or they didn't try hard enough. It isn't true, they should be easy on themselves.

THEIR MESSAGE

I don't know what to say. I don't feel like saying much. why do you want to know anyway? do you care? am I interesting? I'm not all that special, you know. here I go again, making sh*t sad. I'll try and make this light-hearted as possible because you shouldn't see this side of me, not so soon. not like this. *silence* I'll start off by saying that you can't control whatever life throws at you. but you can control your reactions and how you deal with it. I'm not doing very well, not dealing with it the way I usually do. It hit me hard and I don't like being sad like this and not doing anything, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to talk to anyone, not finding joy in the things I love doing. I hate this f*cking feeling and the way I'm dealing with it. I heard that you should let yourself feel everything once in a while. I'm f*cking feeling everything alright. why did I not let myself feel before? now it's all consuming me. all of my problems and emotions, this darkness inside of me, erupting. I regret this. I regret acting like I was fine before, finding distractions. now I know that being distracted doesn't necessarily mean that it's gone, the problem is still there. don't do what I did. let yourself feel. or it will all build up and eat you alive. you don't want that. I don't want that. I don't want you to be sad, god no. definitely not like this. but if being sad will help you then that's certainly fine by me, just don't act like you're fine. that will hurt me much more. just do what I say. showing emotions is not a sign of weakness. look at me, I'm so f*cked up because of not thinking that. this feeling will go away, right? right. If you need to let it all out, do it. I can feel your sadness, the nights you cried, I felt them. those tears of yours, I want to wipe them away but I'm not there. it sucks. I need you here. I need a good f*cking hug right now. I want you to be happy but I don't know how. I'd do anything to see that smile of yours. that precious smile that I have yet to see. I know it's precious. listen to me. I need you. I need you to stay strong. you're so strong and much more emotionally intelligent than I am. I am so in awe. your strength gives me energy, you give me energy. you're the light of my life. I hope our kids will be as beautiful and as amazing as you. I'm glad I was given the chance to talk to you like this. I love you, sunshine.

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imaginingmanyfandoms · 4 years ago

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Paul's Lullaby | part one

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"Sam?" Paul was, he was in pain. He respect Sam and Emily's privacy, but he needed to talk to Sam now.

Paul wasn't angry, he was in pain. He felt like the world had opened up and swallowed him whole. He ruined his own life, and he didn't know where else to turn.

"Paul?" Sam asked, opening the door. Emily was behind him, face covered in concern.

"I imprinted tonight," Paul said, "but she hates me. She really, really hates me."

"I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix," Sam said, ushering Emily to come closer.

"Sam, I'm not exaggerating, she told me that she hates me. In fact, she should hate me." Paul looked at his feet, but only to try and hide the distress on his face. "If anyone treated her that way I used to, I'd rip them apart."

"Paul," Emily said, reaching out. Paul flinched back.

"I don't deserve your sympathy. I just, I don't know what to do."

"Be patient. Maybe you just have to prove you're a different man now," Emily offered a sad smile, but it was the exact thing Paul didn't want. He shouldn't pitied, he didn't deserve it. He could feel his heart bruise and falter. He broke his own heart and has no clue on how to fix it.

Emily had to go back to sleep, but Sam sat up with Paul for a while longer.

When Paul finally left, it was almost two in the morning. He took off running through the woods, shifting when he knew he was hidden by the tree line. He tried to outrun the heartbreak, but obviously it didn't work.

You were sitting at your desk, staring at your computer. You wanted to work on your writing, but you were so angry at the audacity that Paul had.

You had done everything you could to avoid him the last couple years - and you managed to make it to the first day of summer after graduation. You'd run into him on the beach.

He was just such a jerk, acting like his words had no effect on anyone. Like he could just laugh behind your back and it wouldn't hurt.

But he used to tell people nasty rumours about you. Until nobody really wanted you around them. And then he had to take it that much farther, when you were both fifteen, he took you on a date, acted like he'd changed and grown. And right before he kissed you he said, "I know you fall for it."

That date alone triggered years of trust issues. You'd felt alone ever since.

Back to the beach, he was blocking the trail you needed to head down to get to work on time. You'd hoped that putting your head down and just trying to slide passed would work, but he recognized you. He tried talking to you, but you ignored him.

After taking a couple steps down the path he said, "don't be like that."

This made you look up, astounded that he would even say something like that. Until you finally looked into his eyes, and you recognized how beautiful he was. He also looked stunned, like he'd run into a glass door. He reached out to you, but recoiled, dodging his touch like he was on fire. Somehow, you'd felt even lonelier than ever.

One look at his face and you felt like you were missing something. You tried to keep your cool but you just couldn't. Tears brimmed at your eyes, and his friend Jared Cameron coughed, before walking to the water just to give you two some space.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and hesitant. Making you panic, thinking he was toying with you again.

"Stay away from me," you warned, taking a defensive step back.

That hit Paul harder in the heart than you would ever know. His soulmate, his imprint, recoiling away from him defensively. He found the person he was supposed to protect, to be needed by, and you couldn't stand the sight of him.

"Just wait a second," he begged, not moving towards you again. He didn't want to scare you.

"I hate you," you whispered, and then louder said it again. And louder again. Until you had screamed it, and the tears had taken over your cheeks. Every time you said it was an arrow to Paul's heart. He nodded, and let you turn around to run off without another word.

You didn't notice him run into the woods, followed by his friend.

You called work saying you had a personal emergency, and then went back home for the night.

Back in the present, you were tearing up at the memory of it. You were sick, you think. Addicted to red flag behaviour because there was no way you were thinking of Paul's hurt face, and feeling bad for causing it. He should feel bad for all the pain he caused.

You looked at the clock, it was almost three in the morning, but you were too caught up in all your feelings to send yourself to bed. You walked to the window, and noticed some kind of animal by the tree line. You lived in the middle of the woods, in an old cabin your grandma used to live in. You moved in when she got sick but never moved out. You liked it. It was cozy. It was private.

Finally relenting, you crawl into bed and did your best to sleep.

The next day, you were walking along the same path on the beach. You offered to cover the shift of the girl who had covered yours at such last minute.

Paul was in the same spot, but alone this time. You tried to walk passed him without acknowledging him, but something stopped you. You didn't want to see him sad again, it hurt you. And it made no sense why, you'd spent two years hating him.

You were only a few steps passed him, so you turned around, gripping the end of your sweater sleeves in each hand.

Paul had his head down, but looked up when he heard you sigh. You were standing in front of him, looking so terrified to speak to him. Paul could've started crying.

"I'm sorry about yelling at you like that yesterday," you said. "I should've just walked away so... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, a flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and you mistook it for something sinister. You tried to remain calm, but you were feeling lightheaded. You just couldn't trust his motives. "I deserved it."

Now that, threw you for a bit of a loop.

Fool me once, you thought.

"I still think we should just keep our distance," you said. "You kind of broke my heart."

"I'm really sorry about that, I was trying to impress the seniors. I was a tool. An idiot."

"Finally we agree on something," you said. He looked at you, and you both let out a small smile. He pushed some sand with his foot. His bashfulness made you want to believe him. "I work just up the hill. You can walk me if you want."

"Can I walk you home when you're done?" he asked, quickly falling in perfect tandem with you.

"No," you said. "But you can walk with me right now."

"I'll take it," he said.

"Why do you want to talk to me anyway? I thought you hated me," you said.

"I could never hate you," he said. "I do hate how I treated you though. Not my finest hour."

"I think your finest hour remains to be seen."

Paul stayed quiet after that. And you were oddly comfortable in the silence. You're not even sure why you invited him to come along, but some sick part of you wanted him to. You wanted to reach out and touch him. His arms just looked so welcoming, and the way he stretched his hand open and shut made you think he wanted the same thing. But you couldn't let him in, not after one day.

"Have a good shift," he said, putting his hands in his pocket.

You smiled at him ,and thanked him for walking you. When you smiled, he smiled. And you caught onto that.

Paul had been standing in the same spot every day to walk you to work. Out of curiosity, on one of your days off, you snuck close to the spot to see if he was there. And he was, leaning against the same railing, in the same spot that he waited for you everyday.

You got comfortable in a cozy little spot in the trees. You wanted to see how long he waited for you. You dozed off before you could get your question answered.

You woke up hours later, when the sun was already setting. You hated walking through the trees in the dark. You started walking on your own, but you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. So you swallowed your pride and called someone you knew would answer.

Paul was sitting at Sam and Emily's table, enjoying the dinner she made while waiting for his turn to go on patrol. It was Jared and Quil out there now. Paul could hear Seth snoring on the couch, making him laugh. Things that used to annoy him, didn't really seem to annoy him anymore. Not since you started letting him walk you to work. He even got Sam to let him change his patrol times to make sure he could be there every day.

His phone rang, and with a mouthful of food checked the number. He almost chocked on his food when he saw your number. He answered, hitting his chest to dislodge the food.

"Y/N, hi," he said, big grin on his face as he stood up and walked outside. Behind his back, Emily and Sam shared a knowing look, and he leaned in to kiss his wife.

Paul noticed Jared sitting nearby with Kim, and didn't think too much of it with you on the line.

"This may sound stupid," you said, "but can you walk me home? I don't like to go in the dark."

"You never let me walk you home," he said.

"If this is a bad time, it's okay," you said, disappointment clear in your voice.

"No, no... where are you? I'll be right there." He stepped back inside the house to grab his shoes, but the sound of you gasping stalled his movements.

"I'm by our meeting spot," you said. His grin returned when you called it that. "It's so dumb, I wanted to see if you went there when I didn't work and fell asleep."

"You were spying on me?" he asked. You were silent on the other end and he laughed. "I'll be right there."

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Huh?"

He heard you scream, as did Sam and Emily who's cheeky glances turned to concern quickly. "Y/N?" he asked, panicked. He was already running outside, Sam on his heals.

"Jared!" Sam shouted, "Why aren't you on patrol?"

"Seth said he'd do it!" Jared yelled back. Paul dropped his phone, and shifted, running top speeds to where you said you were.

Never in his whole life had he been this scared. He could hear Jared apologizing for the mixup in his thoughts, but Paul didn't really care what he had to say. If you were hurt, Paul would die. Paul would simply die.

He needed you to be there safe.

I knew something was wrong, Embry thought. Paul didn't even see him show up. Sorry I didn't act on it.

Shut the shit up and run, dammit!

When he got to the meeting point, you were gone, but your bag was abandoned nearby. Paul sniffed it, getting your current scent memorized. He took off when he found the trail. He also smelled a retched, filthy bloodsucker. It wasn't one of the Cullens. No, this was different. And it started at the water, that's how it got passed their lines. Not that they had enough people around.

Paul howled, the pain in it was evident for anyone around. It was him saying get here, or suffer the consequences.

I don't smell their blood, Jared thought.

You don't get to talk about them. This anger didn't derive from a bad temper, it was fear. It was just fear talking.

Paul kept running, catching a fork in the scent trails. One way was Quil, Leah and the bloodsucker. And the other was you, all alone. Alone but alive. If he couldn't hear Leah or Quil think, that was a good sign. Meant that they'd changed back, and Leah would never do that unless she killed them.

Go to her, we'll find Leah. Sam nodded at Paul.

You were crying as you ran, clumsy feet stumbling over tree roots and your own blurred vision totally betrayed you. Someone had come out of the water, eyes red like rubies. And they were so pretty that you just had to look at her. Until the showed her teeth, forcing you to flee in fear. She was faster than you, but you think she was playing with you.

And then if that wasn't scary enough, when she was jumping down from a tree to kill you, a wolf jumped from the shadows and grabbed the woman. And it was her turn to flee. Another wolf jumped out, and you were sure you were a goner.

But it just chased after the other two. Leaving you alone and confused.

You stumbled back to your feet, running as fast as you could towards your cabin. You would be safe in there. Maybe. It was the best you could do right now.

You cried harder when you thought you heard more rustling in the trees. You were at your door, struggling to get your keys out and unlock the door. When you did, you slammed it shut and locked it behind you. You dove over the sofa and kept your eyes on the door, as if that's all it took to keep you safe.

Your phone was lost somewhere in the woods, but you could still hear them. Out there. Maybe it wasn't real.

There was a feverish knocking on your door, and you couldn't peel yourself away from the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there," Paul shouted. Oh my God, thank everything, it's Paul.

"Paul, I'm coming," you struggled, fighting through your tears to answer. It killed him, but he was so happy you were okay.

You opened the door, and cried even harder when you saw his face. You couldn't hate him now, now when he came running for you. He ignored his usual boundaries and pulled you in for a hug. He was so warm wrapped around you. Your arms were still tucked into your chest. And his totally encompassed you.

"Just breath, honey," he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You tried to take his advice, but you couldn't focus.

"You came for me."

"I always will, you can always call me. I will always come running," he said. And you believed him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked, pushing yourself away from him enough to look up at his face. His features were uncharacteristically soft as they looked down at you.

"Of course," he said. He kissed your forehead, and you felt the instinct of pushing him away - but you ignored it this time.

"On the couch," you said.

"Sure, honey." He brushed his hands up and down your biceps, helping you take a few deep breaths. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

"I don't understand what happened," you said, pushing yourself away from him. "She came out of the water, and then she..."

"It's okay," he cooed, "you don't have to say anything."

"And this doesn't change anything," you said. "I trust you with some things but not other things."

"Some things?" he asked, more amused than anything.

"I trust you with my life, not my heart."

"We'll work on it," he said, pulling you in close for another hug.

"Yeah," you agreed. "We'll work on it."

[requested] [part 2?]

I kind of love this?

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bbyheedeungie · 4 years ago

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Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content

Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?

It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.

You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.

But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.

He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.

And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.

He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.

"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."

You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.

"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.

You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.

You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.

"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.

You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.

"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.

"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.

You contemplated, biting your lip.

"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.

"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.

"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.

"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.

And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.

This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.

"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."

You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.

"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.

And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.

"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.

"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.

"Sure thing, just let me change into— oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?

"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.

"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."

You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.

"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.

"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.

"You look—" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.

"Great. People won't suspect a thing."

The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.

What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.

You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.

"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.

"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.

"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, no he's not— we aren't—" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.

"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.

"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.

"I'm S—"

"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.

"I am Y/N's—"

"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.

"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.

"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.

"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.

You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.

You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.

"What?" You asked.

"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.

He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.

"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.

The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.

It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.

"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.

"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.

"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.

"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.

"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.

"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.

"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.

"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.

"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.

"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.

That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.

"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.

"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.

"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.

Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.

And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.

"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.

"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.

"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.

"Then we'll learn together." He promises.

What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.

People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.

"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.

"N-no Sunghoon I can't—" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.

"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.

That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.

"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.

"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.

"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.

"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.

"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.

But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.

"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.

Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.

Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.

Stunning, beautiful. He thought.

"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.

"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away from—" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.

His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.

"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.

"Home?" You suggested.

"Home." He agrees.

As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.

And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.

"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.

Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.

He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.

Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.

This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.

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