#How To Make Grape Grow Fast

[spamgyu]

RED STRING THEORY // Hansol x Reader Oneshot

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates weren't real. This wasn't a fantasy world... But somehow, the world wanted them together. Giving them one too many chances to be together. Almost as if there was a little string that connected them to one another PAIRING: Idol!Hansol x Reader GENRE: A very LONG fluff.

There is a popular belief that there is one person you are destined to be with regardless of time, place, and circumstances.

A person is born in to this world connected to their other half by this invisible red string. No matter how knotted and jumbled this string got, it was never broken – because in the end, it will always be them that would be destined for each other.

Y/n had grown up with her grandmother telling her and her older sister this folklore; standing firm on her belief that her and their grandfather were destined lovers and had proclaimed that one day, the two girls would find their way to theirs.

The two had taken their grandmother's words a with a grain of salt. More now that their father and mother had a very messy divorce, leaving the two to be solely under their mother's care.

But the older woman didn't care if the two girls huffed and puffed about her tales that she told each summer they paid a visit. A regular occurrence of their mother shipping them out to her home country; claiming it was good for them to be in touch with their roots instead of rotting away in their rooms during summer break.

Plus, it was far better than making the journey to Chicago where their father had relocated with his new girlfriend.

It was just like old times.

Except, now they were no longer required to have their grandparents accompany them as they explored the large city. They had the freedom to run about the streets, spending hours on end at the computer shop, biking along the river, and spending all their allowance at the local convenience stores.

"I don't think we have enough money." Y/n looked down at the basket of snacks her and her older sister have filled.

Her sister agreed with a nod. "Put back some chips."

Y/n pouted, reaching down to grab three bags of honey butter chips she had carelessly thrown in; trudging to the next aisle where they had been placed.

"Are you going to buy all that?" A young boy no older than fifteen asked, pointing at the bags in her arms. Unlike the boys from the neighborhood, he had looked like someone from back home. She took in his disheveled appearance, his hair was almost like a helmet on his head; the sweat on his forehead causing some of the strands to stick together.

Yuck.

Blinking slowly, y/n tilted her head to the side trying to comprehend what he had asked. She knew the language, just not well enough to understand when someone was speaking fast.

He must have grown up here.

"Hello?" He waved his hand to gain her attention.

"Sorry." She mumbled, rushing to place the chips back on the shelf.

"Weirdo." He said underneath his breath, grabbing a bag.

"Excuse me?!"

Eyes growing wide, the boy turned to face her – ears and cheeks red. "Heh?" He flashed a shy grin and peace sign before running away to the front of the store.

Y/n dismissed the small interaction with the young boy – not before ranting to her older sister about how rude he was to someone who was clearly from not the area.

Teens were rude and arrogant at that age anyways.

It was her last day before heading back west when she had another run in with the teen. She was reaching for a can of grape drink when another hand brushed against hers; causing her to quickly retract her hand – mumbling a soft apology and motioning for the person to go ahead.

"Here." He extended his arm to offer the girl the can, recognizing her from weeks ago.

Their first small interaction that had left him flustered as he made his way back to the practice room. He was told specifically by the staff to be careful of how they portrayed themselves during their time outside the green room, in case they were to debut.

No future idol wants negative stories from strangers as a new comer. One story can easily cause a snowball effect and become not only the downfall of one member but the group as a whole.

He knew their conversation wasn't much of a headline, but he also knew how easily the public villainized a celebrity for something so miniscule.

He did not want to risk it.

The young teen had gone back nearly every day before practice in hopes to run into the girl, wanting to change whatever impression he had originally made.

"Thanks." Y/n pulled a tight lipped smile before turning her heel to head for the register.

"Sorry about the other time!" He called out.

"I don't care." She called back, handing the cashier the change she had fished out from her pocket – not bothering to look back at the dumb struck boy stood at the refrigerated drinks aisle.

Crisis averted.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

It had been years since he had been back in the city where his parents had met. Not to mention years since he had given a proper break.

Thanks to their group's success over the past two years since debuting, they were granted a month and half of down time. No practices, no variety show guesting, no filming.

Just quiet time.

The first in a very long time.

Each and every member agreed that they would use the first half of this break to work in their team and the latter half with their own families.

Vernon could not be anymore grateful that his mom had decided this meant flying back New York for a change of scenery and pace.

For once since his debut, he felt like a normal teen; waking up at noon, exploring the city by himself with no set schedules, and eating whatever his heart desired.

"You're staring." His sister nudged him, breaking his gaze from the girl behind the counter who was far too busy taking everyone else's order to notice that he was practically burning a hole into her skin.

"She looks familiar, doesn't she?" He nodded to the girl.

His sister follower his eyes before giving him a look. "No she doesn't."

"I swear, I've seen her before."

Sofia snorted, rolling her eyes at her brother.

He could be a dits at times.

"You wish." She took a step towards the counter, placing her order.

"And for you?" The girl smiled, using her customer service voice that she had gotten down to T since applying for the cafe.

"Oh uh–" He glanced up at the menu, scratching the back of his neck. He had become too preoccupied trying to figure out why the girl in front of him had looked like someone he had seen before that he had completely forgotten the reason why he and his sister decided to drop by in the first place.

Coffee.

"He'll have an iced mocha." His little sister interjected, seeing that her brother seemed still be buffering by her side.

"$10.78 please."

"Vernon." Sofia nudged him yet again, this time a little harder, signaling for him to pay.

"Right." He cleared his throat, digging into his back pocket to pull out the plastic card from his wallet. "Here you go."

"Is he okay?" The girl joked, taking the card from his had.

"He's allergic to girls."

"Am not!" He cried, now fully present.

"Okay well then don't be a freak."

Y/n awkwardly laughed at the two's sudden bickering, handing the form of payment back. "Drinks will be ready at the side."

"Thanks– wait, do I know you?"

"Oh my god." Sofia grumbled, slapping her hand on her forehead in embarrassment.

"Um.... No." Y/n replied, coming out as more of a question. "Are you trying to hit on me?"

"Wha– No! Oh my god no!" His eyes wide, shaking his head quickly.

He was never good with girls.

Or strangers.

Unless they were his fans; all thanks to their media training and fan service lessons.

She raised her brows. "Should I be offended by how quickly you said that?"

"Oh my god oh my god, let's go please you're embarrassing me." Sofia cried, pushing her brother towards the direction where the rest of the cafe customers were stood, waiting for their drinks. "I'm really sorry about him!"

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Curiosity had gotten the best of him and he was set on figuring out why the girl at the coffee shop looked familiar – dropping by another time.

"Hi familiar stranger." She greeted as he walked into the semi-empty shop, a glaring difference from the other day.

Granted, he stopped by during hours where most would be busy at work or school.

"What can I get you today?"

"Iced mocha please." He said confidently this time.

"Anything else?"

"That's it." Vernon pulled a tight lipped smile, handing her his card.

He was so sure he would have been able to figure it out by now; unable to help himself from staring at her.

Not in a creepy way of course.

No. He was not a creep.

Just annoyed that his brain can't seem to put a finger on why her features looked like someone he has seen before.

He hadn't been in the states in years. Let alone has he been to this particular coffee shop.

But why was she so familiar?

Before he could walk away, he found himself asking the question aloud. Again.

"Are you sure I don't know you?"

"Are you sure you're not hitting on me?" She countered.

He shook his head. "No, I– you just look like someone I know."

Maybe she was a fan.

From a fan sign.

What if she was playing a sick prank, wanting to have her own little cliche moment of bumping into their celebrity crush so that they could organically fall in love with each other.

Not that he was in love.

Nor did he like the girl.

He didn't even know her.

She's pretty. Very pretty– but– oh my god he's staring at her. Shake it off.

"Do you go to fan signs?"

Oh he is about to blow his cover.

"Yeah, totally. I just went to one in Brooklyn– are you stupid?" She replied sarcastically.

She didn't live under a rock. She knew what fan signs were, having heard of them from her cousins when she would visit her grandparents for the summer.

"Taking that as a no." He said slowly.

"Is this some sort of pick up line. You're going to say I look like one of those idols you see when you go to fan signs? It's a really dum–"

He let out a laugh.

If she had only known.

"I told you I'm not hitting on you."

"Says the guy that keeps asking why I look familiar, in a really weird way, I may add."

This was hopeless.

Why did he think he would be able to figure it out this time around?

It was as if there was an itch in his his brain he couldn't seem to scratch. But considering there was no progress in getting any clues as to why the girl looked like some one he had previous encounter with, he'd just have to learn to ignore it.

"I just– it's bugging me– It's whatever." He mumbled, walking over to his drink that was waiting at the counter.

"If it helps, my mom said I have an average face!" She called out.

Little did he know she would later find out who he was, all thanks to her mom's need to watch any and all content that was happening back east.

She had nearly choked on her water that night when his face appeared on screen as her mom watched the latest episode of Happy Together; earning strange looks from both her mom and sister.

Y/n wanted to so badly let the two know that she had not only one but two encounters with the boy on the screen a few months back – for street creds of course.

But she knew they wouldn't believe her.

No one would have.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Moving was one thing.

Y/n didn't mind moving.

Moving to different country.

That was another story.

Due to her grandfather's recent passing, y/n's mother thought it was best to relocate back to their home country to accompany her now widowed grandmother.

Y/n wanted to be selfish.

She wished she had enough guts to fight to say behind, just as her sister had, and complete her masters with her friends. She wished her mom hadn't been fully educated about the transfer program her university had.

If she had only been born two years earlier like her sister, maybe she could have used the "I have a job here that I can't leave behind." excuse.

Don't get her wrong.

She loved her grandmother, and she would do anything for her.

But asking to up root her whole life, to move all the way across the world to leave behind her friends and her boyfriend, was a lot.

Y/n wanted to complain. She wanted to pout. She wanted to throw a fit, like any other toddler who was told they were not allowed the toy they have been asking for but she knew better.

Y/n sucked it up, hiding her disappointment behind a smile each time she came home from yet another day of classes at the university.

A lifestyle she had yet to adjust to.

Pushing past the mess of people, y/n ran down the stairs of the subway station – afraid of missing the train that was set to arrive in just a minute. She had gotten a little too distracted with the shops along the way and lost track of time, forgetting to account for the endless corridors and staircases she had to travel before reaching her set subway line.

She had nearly reached the last step when she felt someone step on the heel of her sneakers, sending her forward in an instant.

Y/n was fully prepared to make contact with the floor, bracing for impact.

But the pain never came.

Instead, a tight grip on her upper arm held her up just enough for her to regain balance.

"Thank you." Y/n turned to the stranger, reaching up to rub where their hand had once been – in attempts to soothe it.

Thanks to their quick thinking, she had been able to save herself from embarrassment and a possible concussion; but that didn't mean it didn't come with a cost.

She could practically feel the bruise forming on her arm where their fingers once was, wincing at the thought of having to explain to her mom and grandmother why she had a perfect hand print bruise on her upper arm.

"Sorry." He apologized sheepishly, coming out as almost a mumble due to the mask that covered half of his face.

"It's fine."

"I uh– let me give you money for uh– cream?"

She raised her brows. She knew there would be a cultural difference once she had moved to the country, but never had she heard of someone being a little too friendly and offering to buy.... bruise relief cream.

It's just a bruise, anyways.

"No need, oh my god." She shook her head, subconsciously reaching over to stop him from grabbing his wallet from his back pocket; instantly retracting her hand when she noticed him flinching at her touch.

Right, this wasn't the west.

They don't do that here.

"Sorry, I– am not."

"From here?" He finished with a chuckle.

"Yeah..."

"I know. I mean– you sound like my sister from back in the states– That's information I didn't need to share."

"Line 6 is arriving." A perky voice blared through the speakers, interrupting the two.

"Shit. Gotta go, don't worry about the bruise!" She spoke quickly, hurrying over to her platform.

To her surprise, the stranger had hopped on to the same cart as her – instantly spotting his all black outfit paired with black fitted hat from a few seats down.

Sh had tried her best to keep herself pre-occupied, looking down at her phone as she pretended to be interested in her instagram feed – not wanting to look like a stalker. It wasn't that she was interested in him.

She had a boyfriend.

No, she was just.... curious.

Something about his voice seemed... familiar.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

He was in the same cart as her the following day — easily spotting him as he was dressed in the same ensemble. Just different colors.

This time, he wore light washed jeans and a plain white tee. As opposed to yesterday's all black attire. Not to forget the cap that rested low on his head and mask covering the remainder of his features.

He really did not want to be seen.

"How's the arm?" He asked, taking a seat at the now vacant spot next to her.

Y/n lifted the sleeve of her oversized graphic tee to show him the mark he had left behind. "Purple."

"Sorry again." He winced.

"Saved me from cracking my head open." She shrugged. "You been to New York?"

"Huh?"

Y/n gestured to the embroidered team cap he was sporting.

"Oh uh— kinda?"

"Kinda?" She raised her brows.

"I was born out there." Vernon answered hesitantly.

He wasn't sure if his disguise was, if it could even be considered as one, had been good enough to hide who he really was. He wanted to be careful of any and every information he gave out to her, just in case she was a fan of him and his group.

Not that she seemed to hint that she had any sort of idea of who he was... or seemed to care to figure out who she was speaking to under the mask and hat.

Besides, who's ever heard of an idol taking a subway.

In Vernon's defense, he didn't have a license and didn't feel the need to. It was very rare that he needed to be behind the wheel on his own anyways.

"Cool." She nodded. "Me too."

He let out a soft chuckle, finding her poor attempt to make small talk.... humorous...ly cute.

"What brings you out here?"

"My mom."

"Well yeah–"

"No I'm serious," She laughed, realizing he had probably thought she was making a joke about reproduction. xi. "My mom wanted to relocate."

"Oh my god." He groaned putting his head in his hands out of embarrassment before sitting back up and joining her in her fits of laughter.

"What about you?"

"Also my mom.... and dad."

"Cool."

"Cool."

The sound of the train humming along the tracks filled the silence between the two.

She had yet to figure out how to properly interact with strangers, afraid to come off too strong.

"I'm y/n by the way." She hesitantly brought her hand up, unsure if it was appropriate to shake his hand or not.

"Hansol." He took her warm hands in his cold ones, giving it a quick shake — just in case there had been wandering eyes.

"This is me," Y/n allowed for the train to a complete stop before standing from her seat, turning to give the boy one last smile and wave. "I'll see you around I guess"

She never did.

A part of her wished that he was on the same train again the following day, catching herself craning her neck to see if she could spot him in the mess of crowd that had piled in.

She had done this for three days.

Giving up on the fourth.

Why was she so curious? Who makes a friend on a train?

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n had grown to love the place.

Contrary to what she had made herself believe.

Maybe it was that she had finally adjusted to the culture and the lifestyle of the country, or maybe it was that there was no other reason for her to go back – her boyfriend of three years dumping her on a random Tuesday in May, just days before she was set to fly out to visit him.

So much for the stupid red string theory.

Swearing off relationships, y/n chose to focus on her new job; as a Media Marketing Associate at the new leading entertainment company.

She wanted to make her mother proud – just as her older sister has, who was now a Creative Director for Capitol Records.

Y/n wanted to follow her older sister's footsteps.

At least, if it fate allowed it.

Just before clocking out the night before, her team had received word that one person will be removed – claiming that the workflow needed restructuring.

Y/n wasn't stupid. She knew it meant someone was getting fired.

And judging by seniority, and her being a new hire of two months, she knew she would be the one to be let go.

"Morning." She greeted her coworkers with a sigh.

"Don't look too sad, y/n." Soooyun frowned, knowing that she had nothing but words to offer.

"So much for being a marketing director." Y/n pulled a tight lipped smile, reaching over to turn on her computer.

As if it was any use, considering she may have already had her employee access revoked.

She had been fully prepared to pack up her desk by the end of the day, giving her mother a heads up that she may need to cry in her arms once she got home from work.

But fate was on her side.

"No way." She gasped, scanning the email she had opened. "I'm not fired!"

"What?" Sooyun jumped from her seat, walking over to her desk to read over her shoulders. "We are pleased to tell you that you have been selected to join our subsidiary label's marketing tea– this is good news!"

"Oh my god. I thought I was going to be unemployed!" Y/n cried, continuing to scan through the email. "Wait, what floor is PLEDIS?"

"Eight. Good luck. They're a mess." She snickered, walking back to her desk.

"Oh so I might as well have been fired."

"I'm kidding. They're .... working on it."

"I'm drafting my two week notice."

She never drafter her two week notice.

Instead, the department she had been suddenly thrusted into had welcomed her with open arms — despite half of the team having been around since before the label acquisition.

They were all learning the new groove of workflow that HYBE had standardized for a good portion of their subsidiaries' PR and Marketing department, leaning on one another for support during their onboarding.

She had quickly grown to be comfortable with her new team just as she had with the temporary one from two floors above.

"Y/n, it's your time to shine." Her lead grinned, leaning against her desk. "Sales and PR approved of your tour pitch."

"No way." Y/n gasped, her grin matching his.

"I want you to pitch it to the boys."

The grin quickly fell from her face. "No way."

Yn had known each and every boy by name; especially the boy that she had interacted with years back when she was working at the cafe near her home. But she still couldn't help but feel nervous.

She had done minor research on the men she now worked for, but interactions with them in person was different.

Especially now that she was a grown adult with an almost fully developed frontal lobe.

Y/n had yet to meet the group as a whole, having only met Seungcheol and Woozi in passing on the way to the office — tucked far behind the practice room used by the team.

She knew she wanted to move up in the company, meaning that she would be heading meetings regularly. But she had also yet to assimilate to the workplace — let alone the talents she had worked for.

Almost everyone on the team were comfortable with the boys, each having their own stories about how kind and attentive they were to their staff members.

She wanted to ease into it slowly.

Not thrown into the deep end.

Which seemed to have been occurring far more often than she would like.

"Can't I just be the person that clicks the arrow button for the next slide?"

"It's your presentation. You have it memorized."

"I'll teach you."

"I think that will be tough because meeting is in," He glanced down at the silver watch on his arm. "Ten minutes."

Oh she's definitely drafting her two weeks now.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Nervously standing at the end of the very long conference table, y/n fiddled with the hem of her cardigan — waiting for the group of thirteen boys to file in and take a seat.

The growing sound of booming voices grew louder and louder as each seconds passed; signaling their arrival. It was only a matter of milliseconds before they appeared one by one through the doorway — greeting her and Seongho, her team lead who stood beside her.

Of course, he earned chirpier hi's and hello's — being a part of the team for five years now.

Y/n nearly had to fight her eyes from lingering at the him. He had matured entirely, his shoulders now broad, maybe even gotten taller.... and god that jaw.

He looked good.

She quickly averted her eyes down to the device in front of her before anyone caught her stare – which was quite easy as they all seemed quite busy in their own worlds.

Y/n waited until they were situated in their seats, each small conversation finishing as she tapped away on her laptop that was connected to the projector behind her — instantly catching their attention with the bright colors of the mood board she had put together.

She felt like a teacher standing in front of a group of kindergarteners and she felt their gaze on her — some with hands folded in-front and on the table.

Just like kindergarten.

"Hi everyone, name is y/n." She bowed, using her best customer service voice. "I'll be heading today's marketing pitch."

Y/n was about to open her mouth, ready to start with her first slide when a sudden cough attack caught everyone's attention.

It was him.

"You okay?" Mingyu turned to Vernon, letting out a laugh as he patted his back in attempts to soothe him.

"Yeah, swallowed my water wrong." He croaked, earning laughters from everyone.

"Slow down, yeah?" Minghao chuckled.

Vernon nodded, clearing his throat as he adjusted in his seat. "Sorry, uh, y/n please continue."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

She didn't know which she liked more about her job. The pay.... or the free food.

Not a day had gone by where she did not passed up taking trip to the company cafe on the third floor to get her daily caffeine fix and sweet little treat from the pastry selection that was baked fresh every day.

Yeah.... it was definitely the free food.

Especially now that she had been appointed to lead the marketing for the group's Japan leg of the tour.

It was her fourth day in a row that she had made her way down to the cafe for the second time since clocking in – deeming that one iced coffee was not enough.

Unfortunately for her, there was a line of at least eight people ahead of her and only two barista's working the counter.

This was going to take longer than the ten minutes she had told her team.

Unbeknownst to her, he was stood second in line – his eyes immediately spotting her when she had entered the room.

Not that he was looking for her.

She was just very easy to spot.

She dressed differently than the rest of the staff.

Her style still very much influenced by western fashion.

"Y/n." Vernon called from his spot.

His voice was very easy to recognize.

Once she locked eyes with him, he motioned for her to stand next to him – cutting the rest of those who stood behind.

Not that they would complain.

"Thank you." She bowed hesitantly.

Y/n had yet to be comfortable around him and the rest of the boys, despite having had frequent interactions since the meeting she had delivered months ago.

She was his age and he had specified that it was completely fine to address him like a friend.

They all preferred their staff seeing them as coworkers, people that they could be friends with, instead of land mines that they had to carefully tiptoe around.

"We'll be seeing each other a lot and we hope you'll be around as long as we are... So please, don't think you have to treat us like kings." The leader said after the meeting, formally introducing the team as a whole to y/n.

"How's planning going?" He asked, making small talk.

In all the times he had a run in with the girl, he hadn't been able to properly converse with her. Mostly because it was either he had a other members with him, who were far more outgoing and vocal – leading the conversations. Or he just didn't quite have time.

He would see her in the halls, giving her a nod as a form of greeting and a quick smile before rushing to the practice room.

The last time he had a proper one on one with her was a year ago... at the subway station near his parent's home.

Though, it was just him that knew of that interaction.

He planned to tell her one day. Thinking it would be a fun fact to bring up one day.

He just needed to find the right time.

"Really good, actually. Stressful. But good." She beamed, wanting to spill all that she had managed to accomplish since being assigned the project.

"I'm excited to see all that you worked on– you and the team."

Pulling out her phone from her phone pocket, she quickly swiped through her emails – double checking to see if anyone had been peering over their shoulders before showing him the screen.

It was rough draft of the train decal she had managed to secure with the subway system in Japan – promoting their multiple shows.

"Are we gong to be on a train?" He gasped, zooming into the file.

"Yeah, just got it approved this morning." She smiled.

"Whoa." Vernon was shocked.

He knew their group had been successful, his bank account being the biggest indicator, but he didn't think it had gotten this far.

Vernon was fully aware that they had gotten quiet big; bigger than what they had imagined during their trainee days. But a train.... with all their faces... set to be traveling throughout the country....? That blew his mind.

"Thank you." He handed her phone back.

"Working on gettin it on a plane too." Y/n replied, stepping up to the counter once the person in front of them had stepped away. "Iced hazelnut coffee please."

"Plane?" He gasped, still standing in his spot, mouth agape.

Y/n didn't think it was much of a big deal, remembering that she had briefly mentioned it during her presentation. Along with the VERY generous budget HYBE and PLEDIS had given the marketing team.

She remembered clearly because Minghao compared it to the Hello Kitty plane he had taken once on the way back to China; unable to help herself from laughing.

"Uh.... he'll have an iced mocha." She turned back to the barista, letting out a soft laugh as she stepped away from the front of the line – Vernon following suit.

She had perfectly remembered his order from that day.

Unable to shake it off. Especially not after she realized who he was.

"A plane?"

"It's not for sure yet."

"A plane." He repeated, coming back down to earth. "Wait I didn't order!"

"Oh I got it."

"Did you get me an iced americano?" He deadpanned, knowing that it had been a stereotypical drink that was a crowd favorite. And considering he was lost in his own world, he figured it would have been the safe choice for her to say.

He hated that watered down tar drink.

"Did you want an iced americano?" Y/n asked slowly, scolding herself for ordering the same drink he had picked out when he was a teen.

How was she going to explain this to him?

Without being an absolute creep...

"No but it's fine, I'll give it to Seungkwan."

"I got you an iced mocha."

Welp.

There goes the bomb.

She began planning her escape route.

"Oh." He was left dumbfounded for a second time.

"Uh.... you seem like an iced mocha guy."

That was convincing.... right?

"Should I be offended?"

"Maybe." She shrugged, letting out a small sigh of relief as she walked over to get their drinks from the counter.

Crisis averted.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n didn't intend to stay past her usual work hours. She wasn't one to work a full twelve hour day, not when she can help it.

The first day of the Follow to Seoul was fast approaching, and though she was on the Japan team, she had grown restless as the big day approached. Each and every single marketing deliverables had to be cohesive through out all the stops, regardless of country or city. And considering it was her that had pitched this overall theme, she couldn't help but take extra hours to ensure any and all loose ends had been perfectly tied off.

Y/n was a perfectionist.

She had taken one last glance at the email she had scheduled to be sent to all the staff members the following morning, containing all information relating to the tour; including posting schedules on social media, announcement of later dates, and merch recap.

Content with herself, she closed out of her browser and collected her belongings – heading for the door.

At least she wasn't the last one on their floor, getting accustomed to the group's late night practices. She had one too many run ins with a few members in the past week, each scolding her for staying past the usual 6pm clock out time.

"Didn't you already get an earful from Seungkwan the other day?" Vernon called out from the end of the hall.

He had stepped out of the elevator and instantly recognized her; a smile appearing on his face.

Because he wanted to tease her.

Nothing else.

Looking up from her phone, she let out a laugh. She was caught.

"Shouldn't you be at practice? You're late." She teased right back.

They had met halfway, both with stupid grins on their faces.

Because of the joke.

"I had schedule before this." He defended.

"I was finishing up the last few details." Y/n countered.

His bottom lip jutted out, nodding in understandment. A habit she had noticed he seemed to have done quite often.

"The last train was 30 minutes ago."

"My mom's picking me up."

"That's cute."

She reached over to give his arm a smack, knowing that he was holding himself back from making another joke.

They had finally crossed the weird line that rested between coworkers that made small talk with one another in the work place and coworkers that you'd consider to maybe... just maybe be okay with hanging out with outside of the workplace.

Not that they have ever.

That was still untouchable territory.

Being an idol and all.

The only time they have spent time outside of the office building was during company dinners. A neutral setting.

Sure, they've spent some lunches at the cafeteria together – Vernon unable to pass up free food when he was far too lazy to go off and find other meals outside of the company.

"Ow! That'll bruise." Vernon cried, grabbing the spot where her hand had landed.

"Oh please. I barely grazed it. I would have to grab you really hard to even leave a mark."

"Like when you fell in the subway?" He snorted.

Y/n brows furrowed in confusion, her head tilting to the side. She had never told him about that day in the subway.

She had never told anyone about it.

It was of no significance.

A minor interaction with a stranger.

"How do you know about that?"

Vernon's eyes grew wide at the sudden slip up. "Huh?"

"I never told anyone about that."

"No– no you definitely told me about it. You were falling and this guy saved you from falling."

Or maybe she had.

... Had she?

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

He was screwed.

Not only was he screwed but he owed Mingyu and Dokyeom ₩100,00 ... each.

Vernon had a crush.

A big fat crush that had him grinning like a stupid little kid every time he was near her. Hell, he had caught himself grinning while looking at her instagram.

Which took a lot of convincing and a few specially delivered coffees at her desk for him to even pry out of her.

He would spend hours on end that day carefully swiping through to make sure that he did not accidentally like any of her posts.

His fans were smart. Detectives even.

He knew any movement on any social media did not go unnoticed.

All hell would break loose the second they caught wind of him interacting with anyone but his members or fans.

He had managed to deny all claims that he may be attracted to the newest addition to their staff team, and everyone seemed to have bought it.

All except Mingyu and Dokyeom, who had caught the two one too many times in their own world during her lunch breaks.

Vernon had confidently challenged the two to a ₩100,00 bet to prove that they were wrong.

He didn't think they would win.

It was silly little crush.

But she had texted him earlier that day, wanting to talk after work – claiming that she had to confess something.

Since receiving that text, he had been restless; unable to find a comfortable position on his couch and opted to plan out his outfit instead.

He wanted to look good.

Because she's confessing her feelings right?

And if the feelings were mutual.... then why not? Right?

He's allowed to date.

Everyone else around him had significant others.

Why can't he?

Vernon decided being home was not an option, not while his everyone else was home and able to pick up on his behavior.

Coming up with some lame excuse about wanting to practice one last time before they headed off to Japan for their first show, he made his way to their company's designated floor – waiting in the practice room.

He was grateful that she had asked to meet on the one particular day their day off landed on – their managers agreeing they needed rest more now that the non-stop schedules were kicking off.

Vernon was laying on the couch when he heard the door creak open, his head shooting up – eyes immediately locking with hers. He jumped up and off of the couch; adjusting his shirt.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as she grew closer to him.

It began to beat louder once she was a foot from him, his nose instantly filled with her signature scent.

Burberry HER.

He wasn't weird.

He had complimented her months before and she happily advertised the small roll on version of the product she carried with her at all times.

"I hate not smelling good." She reasoned when he had teased her about it.

"How was work?" He asked.

She shrugged. "We finally announced the Follow train and plane. Your fans made a few jokes about how they hope it was you guys flying it too."

He let out a chuckle, aware of the jokes that their fanbase were capable of making – some even making it into the groupchat whenever either one of them found one good enough to send them to tears in laughter.

"Anyways, I have a confession." She wasted no time getting right to the point. "And I already know you're probably going to distance yourself after, but I don't care. It's been literally bugging me for months now."

"It's okay, I– I think I have something to say too." He wiped his hands on his jeans, feeling them grow moist from the anticipation.

"You do?" Y/n was puzzled.

"Yeah but uh... you go first."

"No, now I'm curious." She laughed, picking up on his nervous demeanor.

She was nervous as well, but his.... was little more off putting; the color on his lips draining.

Vernon was glad they were standing, knowing that his legs would have been bouncing enough to shake the whole room from the anxiety he had been feeling.

He had confessed his feelings to someone before. Why was he so nervous?

She was going to do it as well.

Right?

"I– fine." He sucked in a deep breath, locking his eyes with her. "I um, may have a slight, crush– No actually, no I have feelings for you. Positive ones. You know the one that makes me want to kick your feet and giggle when you text the person you like.... That kind."

Y/n's lips formed into an "o".

That wasn't what she was expecting, though.... she should have guessed the minute she picked up on his strange behavior – mentally comparing it to a high schooler when they were around their crush.

Vernon watched as the girl slowly walked over to the couch, taking a seat. His eyes remaining on her as she sat in silence.

"I'm guessing that you were not going to say the same thing."

She slowly shook her head, still in shock.

Welp.

Time to go on a year long hiatus.

He allowed her for a minute of silence, taking a seat on the far opposite end of the couch; silently drumming his fingers on his legs as he tried his best to keep the voices in his head from jumping into further conclusions.

"So I'm uh– going to head out." He clicked his tongue, standing from his seat.

God this was so awkward.

"Wait!" Y/n her voice cracked, finally blinking away the blank stare she had.

Vernon was halfway to the door when she had called out for him, turning his heel to face her.

"Sorry I was... processing." She ran her fingers through her hair. Y/n had many things to consider.

The thing was, she too had positive feelings for him.

But that was the thing.

She was perfectly fine pining for him in silence. She was okay with the one sided admiration. Y/n was completely okay with having him as her work crush, the reason as to why she was that much more motivated to come in when the days felt like a call in sick type of day.

Because just a minute ago, she didn't know he had felt the same.

But now that he had exposed how he felt, it complicated her false reality.

Not only did she realize she might just have a chance with him... she had a chance with an idol.

Someone who was meant to remain unattainable. Only for fans.

Someone who cannot be seen with anyone of the opposite gender.

Someone who she was definitely not supposed to be dating.

Not that he asked her out.... he just told her how he felt.

"I came here to tell you that we met before." Y/n swallowed, walking over to where he stood. "I– we were teenagers. I was working at a cafe and you and your sister came in. I– I didn't know who you were at the time but a few months later I saw you on TV and– I didn't think I would see you again. Let alone work for you. It's been eating me alive since I saw you in the conference room. More now that we're friends. Or... possible ... crushes? I–"

Now it was his turn to be in shock.

"Do you believe in the red string theory?" He blurted.

That damn red string.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, nodding in response to his question.

Vernon had heard about the red string theory from his mother, she had always entertained all sorts of ideas as such and happily shared it to him and his sister.

He rarely believed in these ideas, such as zodiac signs being able to properly describe someone's personality down to what makes them tick. Listening to his mother ramble on and on out of respect.

"You don't know this but– that day, that you fell at the station... That was me. I was the one that stopped you from falling. That bruise, I– I'm Hansol."

Vernon remembered that day so clearly.

His sister was in town for a quick break from her school back west and he had been paying her a visit at his parent's home – opting to take the public transportation instead of bothering his band of brothers or managers.

He was far too busy trying to keep his profile low as he headed back to his shared apartment when he stepped on the back of her sneakers.

Thanks to his quick reflexes, he had been able to catch her.

He was left in awe of her beauty that day, cursing himself for not approaching her when he had caught her staring from a few feet away.

The second time was purely coincidence.

He was sending his sister off.

He didn't think y/n would be taking the same scheduled train as him.

Vernon wasn't one to take things a sign. But he did just this on time – taking a seat next to the girl.

He didn't think he would see her again.... again.

Especially not as someone heading their marketing meeting.

"I choked on my water that day you were presenting because– I mean, I was surprised that you were there." He continued.

Maybe both her grandmother and his mom were right.

Maybe they did have an invisible string that tied them together.

That must be the only explanation.

"Wait— you— hold up." She reached over, using one hand to hold onto his upper arm; trying to stabilize her now weak knees. "Is this okay? I'm allowed to hold onto— I—"

Vernon felt his ears grow hot, unable to bite back the smile fighting its way to appear on his face. "Yeah this is okay." He nodded.

"Before we circle back to the whole destiny thing," Y/n withdrew her arm back to her side. "I— can't believe I'm saying this out loud, but I... uh— kinda like you too?"

"Kinda ... with a question mark?"

"Okay, I do. I have positive feelings for you."

He felt his heart take a leap.

"Can you give me a second?" Vernon held up a finger before walking over to a corner, letting out a dramatic 'yes!'.

She watched him in awe.... and pure adoration. A larger grin on his face as he made his way back to where he stood.

He was cold and stoic on camera, rarely showing any emotions but she quickly realized that the facade he seemed to put on wasn't who he really was.

Vernon was a dork, an animated and very funny guy who enjoyed teasing her any chance he got. Just like any other boy who had a crush.

There had been countless of times when she found herself wiping away the moisture from her eyes from the stupid corny jokes he told.

"Back to the whole destiny thing."

"It can't possibly be real but... I'll take it. I'll allow it." She laughed.

"You think that little red string is tied to yours?" Bringing his pinky up to their eye line.

"I would hope so."

"Want to test the theory?" He wiggled his finger, earning a giggle from her. "Dinner on me?"

"Let's start with dinner on a plate first."

Vernon's smile fell, using his other hand to fiddle with his pinky.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to untie the string." He chuckled, breaking character.

"You're a loser." Y/n rolled her eyes.

tag list: @leah-rose03 @yoonzinuhh @musingsofananxiouspotato @woofie-nctzen-fanarts @hanniebanggi

#something different for now lol #vernon x y/n #vernon x reader #vernon x you #vernon fluff #vernon fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #red string au #hansol vernon chwe #chwe hansol x reader #vernon x oc

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: jack realizes yns music is quite literally a call out, directed towards him, and his brothers egg it on. pt.3

series masterlist

“i called my mom, she said ‘that it was for the best!’ remind myself the more i gave, you’d want me less”

jack could’ve hit his head against the counter ten more times and the song would still be ringing through his ears like a splinter that wouldn’t come out of his hand.

quinns hand made contact with the back of jacks head. “knock it off, jack.”

jack groaned, shoving his head into his arms. he groaned again, this time the noise being muffled due to the his arm. “she wrote a song about me, quinn.”

quinn rolled his eyes. “you don’t know its about you” he told.

jack scoffed, head shooting up. “she literally called me out. the parties, that stupid red sea reference, even the chorus. its so obviously me. and then her newer single that dropped thirty minutes ago?’

quinn shrugged, “could be about trevor”

jack rolled his eyes, “no way in hell, quinn. they never hooked up and her newer one is about some guy hooking up with her later on—“

“you sound obsessed, jack.” quinn told. jack looked down, embarrassed.

“whats jack obsessed with?” trevor asked, walking inside the kitchen. he stole a grape from jack and popped it into his mouth.

“y/n’s song” quinn spoke.

trevor scoffed, “why are you so hung up on it? its just music.” trevor shrugged.

“hes upset because hes getting called out.”

jack groaned again, head hitting the counter.

quinn rolled his eyes again. “you’ve gotta stop doing that dude. listen— she probably made these ages ago and just now got to releasing them.”

trevor popped another grape in his mouth. “not too sure about that, but i know she started writing them when you two broke up.”

luke slowly walks in. “seriously? you guys are torturing the man talking about his ex.”

jack nods, signifying lukes words to be true.. luke goes into the cupboard to grab a plate. “just ignore it.” he shrugged.

trevor snorted. jack sent the boy a glare, causing his laughter to abruptly stop. “how can i just ignore it? shes getting big and her music is everywhere already.” he asked.

quinn gave him a look. “then face it, jack. you can’t keep putting yourself in denial for something you caused.”

jack let out an exasperated groan for the 100th time. “gee, thanks quinn. way to make me feel better.”

“dont start giving him shit, jack.” luke spoke.

jack rolled his eyes. “whatever, im going to my room.” he got up and went for the stairs.

all three boys looked around at each other. silence fell through the room. suddenly, the sliding door opens. “whats going on?” cole asked.

“quinn picked his side of the argument.” trevor spoke, slightly glaring at quinn.

quinn gave one back, “dont act innocent, trevor. you screwed her over too. you and jack need to own up to it and stop cowering like little kids. you are both in your twenties for fucks sake. grow up.”

quinn went off to his room, leaving a wide eyed group of boys behind.

jacks brows furrowed as he listened to the song in his earbuds. his girlfriend napped next to him as he sat up on the bed. he hates to admit it, but he kinda deserved this.

“lets fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if shes got blue eyes, i will surmise that you’ll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor, you search in every model—“

he stopped the song, taking his earbuds out and tossing them to the floor. he cheated, and now was dating the girl he cheated with. it was sad, really.

fiona, she was a woman who loved money. jack, was a man who loved attention. maybe that’s why they were together. but she wasn’t horrible like people said, right?

quietly, he went to tik tok and made a fake account, that way she knew he didn’t stalk her profile. i mean— she has no idea he even uses it still.

jack searched fionas name up, ultimately clicking on her profile. she had one video up. he clicked on it.

ick ick ick ick

she was lip syncing that really terrible audio that went ‘he chose me, he dont want you. he chose me’ and honestly, jack was appalled.

but before he could open the comments, she started to wake up. he swiped out of the app and deleted it, tossing his phone to the side afterwards.

“hey baby.” he smiled.

now that we dont talk!

tags! @honethatty12 (if u want tags, just ask <3)

#hockey #jack hughes #nhl imagine #new jersey #new jersey devils #nhl #nhl hockey #quinn hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield #mitch marner

[biteofcherry]

i wonder what mafia!steve would do if she tried to escape? a trip over his knee perhaps? i feel like he was brought up in a very traditional household as well as the mob obvs lol like the men of his family went away and did all their mafia shit and the women waited for them with their kids at home

Steve was raised in a traditional household, but he's also a modern man and knows how to use weak points 😎

So here’s another peek into the Nesting universe

~ * ~

"Now, my little bird, why would you do that?" Steve asked softly, his hold on your wrist firm but not bruising as he pulled you over to sit on his lap.

You were still shaking, your breath ragged from exertion after your failed escape. You managed to run into a park across the building that was now your home, but since you were never a fast runner and the baby's been sucking out your energy, you had no chance outrunning Steve's men.

Bucky's been astonishingly gentle when he caged you in his arms to take you back home, but you feared Steve wouldn't be when they delivered you to him.

But Steve simply kept you over his lap, his arm securing your back as he traced his other hand over your forehead and cheek.

"I can't live locked, Steve," you said quietly, your gaze dropping down.

"Locked?" He quirked a brow, slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt. So slowly you didn’t even notice right away. "You can go wherever you wish."

"But not alone." You protested. "And not everywhere."

"That's for your own protection, honey." Steve reminded you - again, as he’s done for the past weeks since he brought you here. 

“And the baby’s protection,” he added, parting the sides of your shirt and resting his hand on your belly. 

You frowned, suddenly confused how he got you bared to him without you noticing. Then again, you shouldn’t be surprised. Steve was able to make you give in to him without putting up a fight almost every evening. And though you wanted to blame it on fear, Steve didn’t threaten you even once.

Unless promises of filling you over and over again were threats. 

Your stomach growled unexpectedly and while you scrunched your face in embarrassment, Steve chuckled. 

He reached for the bowl with grapes that stood on the table. There were little chocolate bonbons in colorful wrappers scattered around between grapes; he made sure to add them himself since he noticed your sweet tooth. 

He plucked one juicy grape and brought it to your lips. You glared at him, but opened your mouth to swallow. 

He unwrapped a bonbon and fed it to you next. 

“See, sweetheart,” Steve palmed your breast, your nipple instantly erect under his touch, “you need someone to take care of you.”

He pinched your nipple and your moan melted on your tongue along with bonbon’s sweet filling. 

Steve’s hand moved down, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your comfy, stretchy shorts. With a jerk of his knee beneath you he jolted your legs apart, allowing his fingers to dive between your folds.

“If you run away, I can’t protect you,” Steve said, stroking you. 

“If you’re away, I can’t feed you. Can’t watch your sweet mouth take what I give it.” 

You gasped at his words. And at the intrusion of two long digits inside of you.

“What would your lovely, responsive body do without my touch?” Steve pressed a thumb against your clit, drawing tight circles. “Would you deny yourself the pleasure just because you needed to act out and rebel against all reason?” 

“Because it is unreasonable, honey-” he nipped along your jaw then sucked on your earlobe.

“You live in a beautiful apartment. With a loving husband who’d give you anything you ask for. My attention? You have it. My cock? Anytime you wish, honey. My love? Grows stronger every day.” 

Your moans increased, your hands clutching onto Steve’s forearm as he curled his fingers inside you and quickened their pace. He was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yet you want to deny yourself all of that.” Steve tutted, shaking his head slightly.  

“If it’s denial that you seek, my sweet wife-” his eyes found yours, blue of his eyes turning icy- 

“Denial you will get.”

He withdrew his fingers, the squelch of your wet cunt resounding in the fallen silence. Gently, but firmly, he put you onto your feet as he stood up. He spared you not another glance as he took the bowl from the table and walked out of the room, leaving you unsatisfied. 

#you guys got me hooked on it too #couldn't help myself #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #mafia!steve rogers #nesting #is getting it's own tag

[kurogane2512]

Zoya x Gn reader but they have a baby

A little girl named Zen (hella's idea) who has her mother's violet eyes and readers beautiful (whatever your hair color is) and another change was that the roles seem to have reversed slightly where as before zoya was rageful and ready for a fight she's now controlled and doesn't swing first but in contrast reader who was usually calm and soft spoken is now a VERY defensive and very aggressive papa/mama bear and goes absolutely ballistic when certain people go near their child

Like last week, when Langley came to the MBCC to see the baby at first, reader was alright with it, but the moment Langley said "what a cute little thing I can't wait to add you to the 9th agency when your older" Reader without hesitation picked up Langley and tossed her out

Another incident is when Ninety-nine and Hella were taking the baby for a little walk with you around Syndicate. Five, not so nice gangster started poking fun at you and the girls before making the mistake of threatening your child

"Alright hand over the brat and no one gets hurt, I wonder how much the legion will pay to get it back"

After that, the reader borrowed hella's pipe much to the sinners' dismay before she, along with Ninety-nine, watched in shock as Reader brutally beat the five gangsters and had to be pulled off by Ninety-nine.....it didn't help that watching the whole thing made Zen giggle with glee and clap her hands

By the time you got back to the MBCC, you were covered in blood with a traumatized Hella and Ninety-nine with you

Zoya: BABY! What happened why are you covered in blood?!

Reader: don't worry its not mine

Zoya:.........what?

Zen: [giggle and reaches for zoya]

Finally, the last incident that made everyone stay a safe distance from Zen was when cabernet made her cry by accident and she was chased threw the MBCC by what eye witnesses reported as a "very fast and very aggressive beast"

Cabernet: (hiding behind zoya) CONTROL, your lover!

Zoya: Baby, it's okay. cabernet made a very stupid mistake. it's fine

Reader: [being held back by Ninety-nine, hecate's nightmare, K.K. and Eirene's ability] I POP HER LIKE A GRAPE!!!

Ninety-nine: their ergh slipping!

Eirene: [sweating] I can't do this all day!

Cabernet: SOMEONE GET THE CHEIF!!!

THIS WAS SO CUTE AND HILARIOUS OH MY GOD😭❤️ Istg this baby would grow up to be so rebellious and spoiled I can't even

#kuro's letters🥳 #path to nowhere

[blacklegsanjiii]

A List of Things Mihawk has Seen His Sons Do: An Incomplete List

Luffy riling up so many humandrills his first day on Kuriagana that Mihawk actually had to barricade the castle, this is not the only time Mihawk has had to do that.

Luffy having Ace and Sanji use his arms like a slingshot to launch rocks off the shore. Mihawk has to be very mindful when returning if he gets a glimpse of rocks in the air.

Ace building a fire he's sure is going to burn down the island but doesn't. It only gets worse when he eats his devil fruit.

The first time he took them to the other island so they could get clothes and some other stock they can't grow on Kuriagana all of his kids decide to hide their haki and play hide and seek. Luffy absolutely instigated it. Mihawk grounded him for two days. The town still laughs at him to this day.

Mihawk has seen Luffy do all sorts of inhuman things thanks to his fruit but there's something so strange about his youngest child wrapping his tongue around his own head several times that will stick with him forever. Luffy was sixteen.

Sanji rattling things off in another language that none of them know to rile his brothers up only to escape from them by swimming.

Sanji making food at god only knows in the morning with a mostly asleep Luffy clinging to him and chewing on him. There is a photo of this. Neither of them remember this but Ace laughed so hard he shot milk out of his nose. That is entirely Mihawk's fault for showing the picture at breakfast, he takes responsibility for that one.

When Ace and Luffy first started helping make wine it was an event. All of them got stained with red grape juice, Luffy kept trying to eat the grapes, Ace can lift casks and that's kind of worrisome, so can Luffy. They press too fast and the juice gets all over them. Mihawk is very thankful to have a bathroom with a tub big enough for all of them because scrubbing Ace and Luffy down is a trial and Sanji is a casualty.

Sanji shows them how to steal his hat. It's awful. He hates it and he will never forgive White Beard for showing that to Sanji.

Ace has accidentally set his bed on fire a few times because of his nightmares. Normally he shares with Luffy but they all still wind up in his bed most nights, mostly because Luffy will drag Ace with him to go to Mihawk's room and sleep with him and Sanji.

#golden!asl+s #golden!sanji #golden!luffy #golden!ace #single dad!mihawk #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d. luffy #straw hat luffy #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk

[willowser]

touya dabi isn't as smooth as he thinks he is.

the first time you catch him, you're in the parking lot, halfway from your car to the long, concrete flight of stairs outside the apartment building. whenever he would come before, when you could sit on the steps and wait for him to arrive—his lone figure would always manifest across the street.

near a convenience store, one that's been closed for years and yet still remains, on the outside of your little gated community. where exactly he was coming from, you never knew, but he would give a half-ass jog across the road and hop the fence and stand before you on the steps, arms out like he was coming home after a long stint away.

you suppose he was. at least that's how it felt to you.

it's not a coincidence that you spot him there now, leaning against the wall as the sun starts to set. hiding in the growing shadows well enough, but still visible where he stands, where he's always stood. it's only been a few weeks since you've seen him and you wish he was closer so that you could read between his lines, find the truth in them. despite everything, you ache for him, for this; it must be tearing him to bits, even if he won't admit it.

today was your first appointment. it's early, but things are as fine as they're supposed to be, you assume. nothing major to report. healthy. fast heartbeat. a little grape-sized thing.

touya dabi doesn't want you to see him, but you raise a thumbs-up high in the air anyway.

money appears under your mat a week or so after that, fat stacks of ¥5,000 bills.

it makes you angry at first; touya dabi made it very clear that he will have no part in this. with it. that didn't surprise you in the slightest, which is maybe why you avoided him once you found out. locked the doors and the windows and didn't answer any numbers that read unknown caller. at least that way it was your choice not to see him, and not because he was jumping ship.

the whole exchange was ugly. the kind of fight that makes your stomach sour, has you wanting to go back just so you could argue against whatever points he thought he was making. has your eyes watering, stinging with the memory of it all.

but this is unexpected. it. not that you don't have a support system and some savings in the bank, but being a single mother wasn't exactly predicted in your forecast and it's his damn kid, after all. if he wants to fork over all his earnings—however he gets them—to try and mitigate some of his own guilt, well, then, that's his choice.

meanwhile, you're gonna buy a bitchin' crib, one that attaches to the side of your mattress.

you start showing a little after three months, and touya dabi starts creeping closer.

he doesn't wait near the store anymore and instead moves inside the gate. he must watch you when you have your back turned because you don't see him until you're inside, moving to the window as slowly as you can so as not to alert him with your shadow.

not ever in the same spot. all you get is the flash of his coat, trailing his ghost as he turns and high-tails it, or the edge of his boot that he doesn't realize is sticking out so much. sometimes it's just the sound of a clicking lighter, the low burn of a cigarette end. a white-haired figure in the distance, gone with the low breeze.

one night, when you're feeling sick and lonely and the reality starts to bite at your edges, you open the blinds and take your time with mindless things; cleaning the glass in a tight tank-top, shuffling through mail in the clear view, poking at your belly button, trying to imagine what the little thing will look like.

you don't see him that time, but his hurt echoes inside you.

touya dabi can't stand it after the baby shower.

a friend helps lug all your gifts up the stairs, helps to stack them neatly in the office that was emptied when you found out. it's a lot of big things, like some animal-shaped-diaper creature and tons of wipes and a high-chair and an overload of stuffed animals. you go half-way down to thank them, bid them goodnight, and when you return to the room, he's sitting there.

on the floor with his legs out in front of him, facing the presents like they're his next battle. touya dabi is even wearing a pink party hat, one of the paper horns tucked between his lips like a cigarette.

you look at him and he looks at you and he blows it and the silly sound would make you laugh, if your heart wasn't beating so fast in your chest. you're stuck between a lot of emotions, but you've been picturing this moment every night for months, and the one thing you want to make clear to him is:

"if you don't want her—"

"i never said that."

it's the first words he's spoken to you in a long time, and they come out just as angry as the last ones did. a snap, furious, suddenly. in turn, it makes you just as mad.

your face screws up, and so does his. "okay, well you heavily implied it, then, when you insisted she wasn't yours."

touya dabi throws his hands in the air and shakes his head at you, like you're dumb. "how does that make any fucking sense? even if it's not mine, i didn't say—"

"she is yours, asshole—"

"don't start with the names, baby," he's quick to shoot off the floor, even quicker to yank the hat off his head. "you don't wanna fucking go there with me."

you're stuck between a lot of emotions, but the strongest is heartbreak, and to see him yell at you and be so fucking angry is harder than you imagined it would be. you thought you'd be strong enough by now to stand your ground; instead your voice comes out as a whispered plea. "get out."

touya dabi runs a harsh hand over his face, pinpricks of blood tearing into his skin before he crushes the hat in his fist and tosses it to the floor. he opens his mouth like there's something he wants to say, but he doesn't.

he just leaves. just like last time. just like always.

it becomes routine.

the quiet creak of the floorboards is him in the middle of the night, the soft click of the door latch when he closes it as he steps into the office. sometimes he pokes around in the things you begin to unpack, sometimes he leaves his own stuff; the clean stack of bills, a princess doll you've seen advertised on tv, a gel thing you put in the freezer for her to gnaw on and—surprisingly—medical stuff.

kid's cough medicine, a thermometer, pedialyte, diaper rash cream and other skin lotions, that sucky bulb thing for snot.

"i was early."

this is the second conversation you have with him, when you're nearing six months. he doesn't turn around to look at you, just watches the mobile your mom bought as it spins, splashing little fishies onto the wall.

"and small and—sick all the time." touya dabi lets out a bitter little laugh, and the rasp of it makes your heart throb. "probably the shittiest baby ever, so—" his teeth click together hard. "good luck with that."

you shrug, even though he doesn't see it. "we'll figure it out."

"we?" like a cat, his back curls, all his hair standing on end. you never see the flame, but smoke swirls his palm. he still doesn't look at you. "we who? don't tell me you mean that fuck that's over here all the time."

the admission should maybe surprise you, but touya dabi has always been—particular about you. about sharing. you can only imagine how he feels for the baby in your tummy. probably will go nuclear if she ever calls someone else 'dad'.

you can't help but to roll your eyes. "no, we as in her and i." it only relaxes him a little bit and you shuffle on your feet, clearing your throat to make way for all the words you wanted to say to him last time. "you can't—" already, your voice breaks and your eyes sting and his back curls all over again. "you can't just pop into her life every other month because you feel bad, dabi. so, you're either in or—you're out."

that has him peeking over his shoulder at you, eyes shining in the moonlight filtering through the windows. glowing, you could say. "now you're gonna keep me from seeing my kid?"

it's—beyond the most infuriating thing you've ever heard and so you have to laugh, just once, as you wipe your eyes. "oh, so she is yours now?"

he sighs, goes back to watching the mobile, and is quiet for a long time. almost like he's considering it—but you know better. "well, she ain't here yet, so i got time before i have to scram."

and you swore you wouldn't do this, wouldn't beg for him, but the tears won't stop—even though he mutters out a quiet "i can't—just—don't cry, i can't—"—and something swells in your throat and your chest aches and—

"you don't have to be out, touya." you hate how pathetic it sounds, but you wouldn't care if it meant he would stay. "we can figure it out, together. as a—"

"this is my mom's number." touya dabi talks so loud over you, he's practically yelling. eyes on the floor as he holds out a piece of scrap paper, a name scrawled across in his neat handwriting. "if you wanna tell her, then—she'll probably wanna know, or whatever. my sister too, she'll—"

he never finishes and he never looks at you, just shakes his head at the carpet.

dabi visits one last time before she arrives.

you find him where he always is, where he was the first time he accepted what was to come; sitting on the floor of your daughter's room, smiling, almost, at the neon stars plastered to the ceiling. in his hands is a set of photos from one of your ultrasounds—nothing new, just somewhere in the middle of your pregnancy—and he holds it with the very tips of his fingers, like he's afraid of touching it anymore than he has to.

you sit beside him, heavy with a baby and standing on sore, swollen ankles. "you can have it, if you want. i have plenty."

and you'll take plenty more, in the future; he just shrugs, attempting to look indifferent and yet looking anything but. you expect him to to deny you, like he's resisted all things, but his bottom lip pouts out more than he probably means for it to, and he just fingers one edge carefully.

"hope you got a name picked out."

"i do," you lean into him and he lets you, even accepts the tiny kiss you press into his warm shoulder. "do you want to know what it is?"

"no," he sighs and makes a face, though you can't be sure if the annoyance that flashes over him is meant for you, or himself. "best not to."

a set of tears stings your eyes that you know will show in your voice, so you just nod, letting your head fall to his shoulder. it draws out another heavy breath from him, a shaky one that he holds too long, before he finally rests his mouth against your hair. you can feel the flare of his nostrils, the grind of his jaw; if he could cry, you think he would be. he would have, since the beginning.

very quietly, you tell him, "she won't be anything like you," and when he nods and grits his teeth and clears his throat, you capitalize, take advantage of all the affection he'll show by taking one of his hands in your own. "she'll know love and patience and kindness, and i promise i won't ever try to make her into something else."

she won't know fear, not until she has to, not until you can help it. she won't ever have to know what it's like to grow up without a roof over her head, or food in her little belly. you won't let her be a tool, a stand-in, something you throw away in place of someone else.

all that he had to go through. all that's made touya dabi.

she'll never know that hurt.

"yeah," he whispers. "good."

when he moves his head, you move yours, propping your chin up to see him better. touya headbutts you lightly, squeezes your hand in his own, pinches at each of your fingers.

"is there anything...you want her to know about you?"

he doesn't bother to hide his frown now, though he shakes his head at the floor and looks away. it pulls on what little holds him together, tugs on him in ways that shouldn't, that you wish wouldn't, and he stares at the set of photos in his hands and tells you, "i never said that i didn't want her."

#dabi drabble #touya drabble #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: dad dabi/touya

[jungle-angel]

A Dream In Winter (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett are waiting out the cold winter by making plans for spring

Tagging: @floydsmuse and @bobfloydsbabe

The book barn was as warm as ever with the woodstove going and the living green from Christmas still hung everywhere. Outside the snow was blowing fast and hard, whipping across the Abbott land like a pack of wild wolves.

Willie slithered his way into Rhett's lap, meowing like crazy as he licked Rhett's face. "Where's your wife Willie?" he chuckled.

Another meow followed by the tiny mewing of the kittens in the wooden nesting box had answered his question. Eight tiny kittens, four boys and four girls were being nursed by tiny, still blind and so new to this world, having arrived just in time for Christmas.

Rhett looked outside and saw the snow falling harder than before, sighing deeply. Winters in the Rockies tended to last much longer than any other place Rhett knew of and the winter blues that came with it were, to say the least, unpleasant.

"You feeling ok Rhett?" you asked him, handing him the mug full of hazelnut coffee.

"Yeah just thinkin darlin," he sighed. "Wishin for an early spring."

You nodded in agreement. You yourself had grown weary of the winter already, desperate to see the green grass and to see the earth flourishing again. Often times, you and Betsy Livingston, one of Amy's kindergarten teachers, had gotten together for coffee and lamenting at how long the winters could be.

"Maybe we should start prepping for spring?" you asked him. "Would that make you feel better?"

Rhett chuckled and pulled out a notebook and a pen from the storage drawer under the window seat where he had been sitting. "Alright what are we doin here darlin?" he asked.

"Garden," you told him.

"Whatcha thinkin?"

"Tomatoes," you answered. "We'll definitely need tomatoes and I'm thinking cucumbers and peppers."

"Alright, what else?" Rhett asked.

"Ooh, carrots," you told him. "So your mom can make her chicken soup in the fall. Squash is always a good one, Betsy will probably take some squash."

"Any herbs?" Rhett asked, scrawling away in the notebook.

"Basil, catnip for the cats," you told him. "Lavender is always a good one, mint, anything that you can make medicine with."

Rhett hummed at the thought. Already your dream garden was beginning to smell so good.

"Grapes wouldn't be so bad either," he mused. "Big fat dark blueish-purple grapes that we can use to make juice for Amy. Beats havin to buy it at the farm store."

You laughed a little. As good as the farm store was, it was still wretchedly expensive to buy things there. Any opportunity you and Rhett could take to make or grow your own food was a welcome opportunity.

"Blueberries," he chuckled. "Gotta have blueberries for Dad, he's a fiend for'em."

"Oh God, do you remember that time he put a dent in Sara's blueberry pie?" you laughed.

"Don't even get me started on the jam sweetheart," Rhett laughed. "Alright, what else?"

"Huckleberries," you answered. "They smell so sweet.....just like you."

Rhett chuckled as he pulled you in and kissed you. He couldn't wait to get started on the little project come spring, watching it all come to life and watching the earth flourish with it.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range

[lalaluvvs]

robot sug pt 2

thanks for all the love lately! im clearly having too much fun writing these...

Suguru doesn't remember when it started, but he knew he was in trouble the second it did.

He felt a pang in his heart- or what mimicked a human heart- and felt fear like he never had before. He began running through all the tests in his software, frantically running every program back to back. They all came back positive, with no sign of anything wrong.

But he felt wrong.

That morning he kept his strange feeling to himself. Not the smartest decision, he would admit, but he'd rather not bother Satoru with useless checks. He would remind him over and over that he was never a problem, but Suguru did not yet have the emotional intelligence to tell whether that were true.

However, as stupid and oblivious as the guy was, Satoru noticed a change within his companion. He forgot to make the bed, and allowed him to throw his clothes around the room. What's worse- he was burning the pancakes.

"Hey." Satoru comes up behind him, soft hand pressed into his shoulder. He's taken aback by the flinch it illicits, and pulls back a second later. "You seem out of it today. Why don't you take the time to recharge?"

Suguru shakes his head, less stiff now than he was just a few months prior. He was learning, and he was learning fast. "No." he sighs. It was eerily human-like. "Im fine. I promise. Just- need to start over."

He tosses out the burnt pancake from the pan and plops more batter onto it, watching it carefully before Satoru notices his eyes grow distant with thought. He doesn't mention it for the time being.

Satoru picks a grape from the fresh bowl of fruits Suguru always left out for him. He was so good at buying the sweet ones. "Nah it's cool. I'll just order some takeout, no biggie."

Suguru glares at him and there's something so irritatingly authoritative in his eyes that he can't stand, something that says "not even an option." He does best with avoidance, so he walks away before he has to hear his speech. He wanders aimlessly through the kitchen, keeping a close eye on Suguru and watching him fail uncharacteristically at making breakfast. It was seriously hard to watch.

He hums, running down to the basement and coming back up with his tools in hand. Suguru only side eyes him, relaxing only when he realizes that it's too early for Satoru's antics. He usually offers a grace period of peace. Usually.

That's until he starts throwing the tools haphazardly around the table. They clatter and thunk, interrupting Suguru's quiet, peaceful morning. To be fair, it wasnt like it was all that quiet in his head anyway.

He creates a small circle of tools right beside him as he sits at the kitchen table, flipped away from the table, staring at Suguru's back until he starts to get the hint.

Suguru does, in fact, get the hint after about thirty seconds. He really did have such a good robot.

"What do you need?" Suguru frowns, arms crossed in front of his chest. He was getting so bold recently, and it made Satoru so proud to see him out of his shell.

"Other than breakfast?" he holds up his tools, grinning ear to ear. ""m gonna fix ya!"

Suguru only looks at him, head cocked to the side.

"Oh don't look at me like that. Come here." He urges Suguru to sit in the chair he pulled right in front of him.

Begrudgingly, the robot moves. More out of a sense of 'I owe this man my life' than obedience. Although, thinking about it, he would follow every single request, no matter how ridiculous. There, again. The pang in his heart. He'd been feeling it off and on, keeping track of when it came, but he still had no answer as to what could've caused it.

He picks his eyes up then, meeting Satoru's lively, blue ones and has to fight the impulse to flinch back at his closeness. God, when did that become a thing?

He feels the pang again. He doesn't consider this pain. No, the opposite. When he looks into his eyes, he feels something like- well like when you finish a new, hefty update. Or when you're given nice things, like clothes and a roof over your head and a pan to make pancakes in the morning. It's the feeling of getting up and taking care of someone, even when they're fully capable of taking care of themselves.

This feeling... it didn't have a name in his mind. It was just familiar, surrounded by all the things he would be afraid to lose. Like his new wardrobe, or his pan for pancakes, or the mornings he spent with Satoru.

He knew what the pang was. He just couldn't bring himself to admit that. Not now, and probably not ever. Satoru would simply not want him anymore, he decided.

So, he sat back and let the young engineer pull all the wires and push all the buttons he needed to.

Satoru would never figure out what his problem was, and figured he would just take a break from working on Suguru for a while. He knew Suguru was aware of something he wasn't, but for some reason he didn't find it important enough to bother him about it. He was like that about everything.

He realized on that day that he held a secret with the power to destroy everything he's been gicen these past few months. He was getting greedy. He wouldn't ask for Satoru to love him. He couldn't. Not when everything about him made him a fraud.

#satosugu #stsg #goge #gojo x geto #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fic

[astrum-aetherium]

what do you think the greek class would think of vapes?

amusingly, i’ve already discussed this topic at astounding length with my friends, lol. something about embedding that pretentious, out-of-touch, aesthetically focused group into a modern framework is just so incredibly comical. let’s break it down.

i mean, all of them are already heavily addicted to all those other things that harm your body: cigarettes, alcohol, excessive medication… you name it. i think we’re all fooling ourselves in thinking that they would be opposed to vaping because it’s a generally new, modern concept, and doesn’t exactly fit into the aesthetic category of dark academia. they could be against indulging in them, of course, but then again, it’s nicotine. in a dire moment, none of them would say no (saying this as a smoker who would never decline a vape at a dire time). except maybe henry (for obvious reasons) or bunny who would be convinced the government was putting something in those things to establish mind control, or something.

charles would be the main consumer of them all. he would have a vape or two on him at all times, all disposables because he doesn’t give a fuck. flavor-wise, he’s a watermelon or green apple kind of guy. but he’ll take anything. if you smell that sickly sweet chemical vapor, you just know the vape is coming from his nose or mouth. he’d be addicted, for sure. i’m talking throwing tantrums when his last one runs dry or he can’t find it in his pocket kind of addicted. a literal child with a pacifier.

let’s face it, and i’m just going to say it: richard would want to consume, but he wouldn’t have the money for it. therefore i think he’d just sneak singular ones of charles’ into his pockets when he isn’t looking. stealing whatever he can get his hands on and then hiding it in his sleeve like a teenager to take a hit so charles wouldn’t notice. or: charles would feel charitable and just give him one of his out of the kindness of his heart (given that there is a corner store selling them nearby so he can stock back up).

camilla is a strawberry/raspberry/grape flavor type of girl. however, i do see her with a watermelon vape as well, probably one charles got her because he thought she would like the same thing he does. she wouldn’t be as heavily addicted; she would still prefer cigarettes (henry’s influence). still, she would be hitting 100%. i mean, her brother would be the main consumer of the group. she’d have a vape of her own on her at all times.

aesthetically, i wanna say francis wouldn’t indulge, but then again, who are we kidding. he defended cigarettes saying they’re good for you and doctors are just gaslighting us about their harm. he would definitely vape. oh, and how he would love the sweet, fruity taste. however, he’d get tired of it fast, so i definitely see him always having two polar opposite vapes on him, large (like one of those walkie-talkie-looking ones) and refillable: one of them almost strangely sweet, like bubblegum or cotton candy, and then a plain, nicotine-flavored one. like an upper and a downer. it’d be a constant mix.

i can see henry yielding to the convenience of vapes despite all aesthetic objections. of course, he’d still predominantly smoke, but he would have his trusted little vape concealed in the pocket of his coat or in his bag for emergencies. he would definitely be the type of person with a refillable, plain-flavored one, though. the one you take a hit of out of curiosity and immediately regret it because it tastes like sewer water and burns your throat. and then he has the audacity to say he enjoys it. everyone would roll their eyes at him because the fruity, sweet taste is part of the experience — an experience he obviously wouldn’t want!

as i said, bunny would be opposed to vapes for political reasons. his parents or brothers will have told him some bullshit propaganda lie about vapes and he’d think they make you grow a new limb or funnel surveillance chips into your brain or something. he would 110% be the type of guy to yell about how bad they are, only to tearfully beg for a hit when he’s drunk and then mysteriously “lose” it when you ask for it back and then proceed to empty that shit out on the same night. the full cartridge. definitely the hypocritical kind of consumer. annoying as hell and always preaching when he’s very much indulging behind closed doors.

bonus addition: judy would vape like it’s nobody’s business. her dorm room would constantly be enshrouded in vapor. one hit after the other, no-longer-can-walk-up-the-stairs-without-heaving sort of addiction. she would definitely have a refillable one, cherry-flavored mainly but also a venturer into blueberry ice. she’d yell at you for using disposables, saying how bad it is for the environment, too. giving you shop recommendations where you could get refillables. a very conscious girl.

#astrum asks #i love elaborating on things like these #the secret history #dark academia #henry winter #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #francis abernathy #bunny corcoran #judy poovey #richard papen #love this prompt so much #they totally would be #like let’s be serious #aesthetics aside #it’s still nicotine #and it tastes nice

[v8mpstamp]

Picnic date with Steve Harrington

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, light fluff, smut, fingering (F reviving), unprotected P in V sex, public sex kinda

Summary: You and Steve go on a picnic date at lovers lake, Steve can’t seem to keep his hands off of you and you end up doing the deed.

Master list:

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Steve and you had been planning a romantic picnic for weeks. You had scouted out the perfect location - a quiet meadow overlooking lovers lake somewhere no one where to ever find you- and had spent hours preparing the perfect menu of sandwiches, fruit, and cheese, along with a couple bottles of wine stolen from steve’s parents.

You spread out the blanket while Steve carry’s the food, he can’t help but stare at you, admiring the way your hands moved gracefully as you smoothed the fabric of the picnic blanket down, your new white floral sundress hiking up your thighs a bit. He can’t help but notice how beautiful you look right now, the way the light caught your hair, the way your dress clung to your curves in all the right places. You stand up grabbing the basket from him and begin unpacking the food.

Noticing his hungry stare you laugh. "What's got you so distracted huh?"

Steve shook his head, smiling. "Just admiring the view”, he says as he starts helping you unpack the food. Placing down a bottle of wine you blush and playfully nudged him. "Well, keep your eyes on the food for now. We can enjoy the view later."

The date is followed by many of your giggles from Steve tickling you, or from you seeing how many grapes you can stuff in Steve’s mouth. Randomly feeling the warmth of Steve’s hand over different parts of your body, you can’t help but to love how extra touchy he’s being today.

Finishing up the food, packing it all away you find your back to the blanket and Steve hovering over you passionately kissing your lips, the sky’s colors changing around you as the sun begins to set. Steve caresses your hair, trailing his hands over every inch of your body, captivated by you, soaking up every inch of you.

You pull him closer deepening the kiss and running your hands through his hair, as your other hand trails down his back.

Steve groaned in response, loving the feeling of your hands on him, feeling just how much you want him, moving his lips from yours he brings them down to your neck nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin, you moan, arching your back giving him more access, he places even more kisses down your neck.

The sun had set completely now and the only sounds were your guys heavy breathing, Steve whispering how beautiful you look and other praises and the occasional rustling of leaves and wind. You were both lost in your own world wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered.

Steve’s hands find the bottom of your dress and he bunches it up to your belly exposing your underwear, you feel his cold finger grace over your panties, moaning into him kissing his lips. He completely removes your panties throwing them to the side before sliding his finger over your wet cunt, circling your clit; catching all your moans with his mouth. His free hand finds your tits and he massages them through your dress, feeling your nipples harden under the fabric, his cock grows hard in his jeans as he sticks one finger in your hole, pumping in and out before adding another finger quickening his pace.

“Steve” you moan “need you now” you say.

“I know I know, want you too” Steve grunts pumping his fingers fast “need you” Steve says as he rubs your clit earning a moan from you, kissing down your neck. He pulls his fingers out of you, you suddenly feel the absence of him, along with the cool night air against your heat making you want him even more.

Before you know it his belt is to the side and his jeans are down, his cock leaking pre-cum at your entrance, you wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip into you, both of you moaning in synch. He pushes more of himself into you, feeling you squeeze around him, kissing all over your face giving you time to adjust to his size. He pushes fully inside of you and begins to pump in and out slowly.

“That okay?” He asks as he stretches you, checking in on you.

A simple nod from you is all he needs before he quickens his pace.

Steve’s hand finds yours and he grabs onto it squeezing hard as he fucks into you “god you feel so good” he mumbles against your ear sending shivers down your spine. “This dress” he says pumping in and out of you “I like it” he adds, hands wondering your body, his fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing it, earning moans from you, your hand wondering down your breast and grazes Steve’s chest as you rub your hand all over him, fingers flowing through his hair, tugging slightly.

“Steve- I-I’m so close” you manage to let out with heavy breaths, “good, cum with me yeah?” he requests, before you can reply you are already a moaning mess as your reach your orgasm, feeling his cock slip out and his warm cum shoot out onto your stomach, mixing with the cold air giving you goose bumps. Steve heavily pants over you, swallowing your mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. He slips on his jeans real quick grabbing a napkin from the basket and wiping up his mess he made on you, once clean pulling your dress over to cover you “wouldn’t wanna ruin this pretty dress would we?” he says kissing you.

Master list:

#steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #stranger things fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington one shot #Smut #shifting to steve harrington #picnic date with Steve harrington #Boyfriend steve harrington #boyfriend steve harrington x reader

[z00r0p4]

Tbh im kind of tired of how many "another reason not to have kids" comments I see like. Some chick was talking about how the belly button piercing she got at 13 wasn't a good idea after having 2 kids and someone threw that in the comments.

Like listen I don't particularly want kids, but also I don't view them as a cancer on society??? My reasons for not having kids are more to do with my own health, the hypothetical childrens' overall health and the fact that I don't have a great parenting personality. Not because the kids r gonna spill grape juice on my white couch or get into paint or some shit.

What's worse is I'll see the PARENTS of children post videos of their children making messes or something and Caption it "In case you need a reminder to use protection/ another reason not to have kids" and it just astounds me. Like, as if your children won't one day stumble across that post???

They basically roll out of the wombs with ipads now so like. They're gonna find it somehow. You're basically just fast-tracking them into mental health problems. They're people too u know???

I come from a very loving family so I can't even IMAGINE what i would feel like if my mom and dad had said shit like this (even jokingly) growing up.

#tldr maybe shut up if you don’t like kids #ur opinion on the matter is very rarely solicited

[xinyansho]

Genshin men carrying their s/o when their feet hurt

GN READER

FT: Childe, Diluc, and Thoma,

Yes ooc sorry!

enjoy! এ

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Childe

Childe would notice you slowly walking behind him

Not keeping up with him like u usually do making him a little annoyed because he's a fast walker

He noticed when u stopped walking and your legs starting to hurt too

"it's quite downtown." Childe said "The streets of Liyue are never like this that much right y/n." he said with a big grin on his face. Childe and you had been walking for hours your feet began to hurt. You slowed down behind him almost trailing behind like a snail "that's not good he thought." "Hey Y/N are you tired." Childe said acting as if he literally didn't know the answer your face showed that you were a little annoyed by his remark so he stopped making the stupid face and picked you up. "Woah HEY Childeeee what are you doing." you said in a whisper voice embarrassed by the people looking at you your cheeks changing to a light pink. "Why my sweet darling is tired how could I not help you out and carry you." he said smiling, you allowed yourself to be carried by this Ginger headed man covering your face all the way until you reached your destination.

Diluc

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It started off as a little run around him following you like always as you run errands

You ran everywhere their was no stopping you everytime he tried to catch up with you, it's like you ran farther away from him

It wasn't until he finally caught up to you did he notice you bending down holding your legs to help you warm them up

A little stroll around Mondstat sounded nice to you. Getting out the house was something you always loved especially when your boyfriend came with you. He didn't come out the house a lot unless it was for work or to help maintain the garden of berries growing in his yard infront of the Dawn winery. You walked a little faster than him wanted to get to good hunter soon to buy some food,

you unfortunately ended up leaving him behind you not noticing until you asked him if you should cook for dinner or no. "Diluc..." no reply "Diluc." you turned around thinking your red head was behind you nope he wasn't their "did I walk to fast you thought." you looked around and sighed "quess I have to run errands by myself" you said mumbling. Buying the food from good hunter you speed walked over to the fruit stand near the front entrance and bought s few apples, and grapes walking to knights of Favonious headquarters you went to rent out a book you we're lucky too it was the last one.

You walked down like ten flights of stairs when you saw a red haired Male look frantically around for you, running up behind him you scared him making him tense up a bit. "Hello diluc." you smiled as you fixed your shoe your feet hurt so bad from walking so fast so you tried to stand still to stop the pain but it didn't work. "Ahh Feeling a little tired today are we." he said bending down next to you as you fixed your shoe and grabbing the bags from your arms. "A little, but I'm oka-" he picked you up very fast you felt like you had been lifted up by the archons. You felt the muscle on his chest making your cheeks a little pink. "I hope you don't mind me darling you seemed tired." he said and had a small smile on his face. You stayed their not wanting to move his chest and arms were comfortable after all.

Thoma

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HE WAS SO MAD AT YOU FOR HELPING YOU WITH HIS HOUSEWORK

HE LITERALLY PICKED YOU UP AND CATERED TO YOU FOR THE REST OF THE DAY FORGET HIS WORK.

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"Thoma it's just a few things I wanna help you." a sigh left his mouth "Fine just this once Y/N just don't get hurt." he said "it's a little housework what can you do wrong." He gave you a blank stare and then walked away he had given you less than half of his list of chores. You wante to help him out today because he had seemed tired but it's just him sometimes. Your list was simple make beds, clean the floors and sweeping. I see he gave me all the easy one. You sighed a little annoyed you hoped he let you help him more. Walking over to Ayaka's room you fixed her bed and fluffed her pillows folding the clothes she had slept in and placed them in the laundry basket and set out a new pair of sleepwear for her tonight. You took the basket downstairs too the washing machine and put the clothes in, you went to Ayato's room and did the same it seemed as if his room was untouched though because he barley ever slept in his room he was always on the move can't blame him he's a hard worker. So you remade his bed and dusted the shelfs inside his room. You helped in the kitchen and after that you helped outside with the weeds and planted new flowers too. You finally had gotten a break but before you could even get up from the ground You feel someone lift you up... It's Thoma! "What are you doing?" you asked in a quiet tone, he smiled and said "We'll you've been working pretty hard today so I thought I would let you take your break and relax for the rest of the day, besides you did like nearly all of the housework today too, also it's my job to be doing this stuff too." he looked at you dead in the eyes at the last part, you looked away from him and smiled at least his caring you thought...

Anyways yeah sorry for not posting but I literally couldn't I was low-key forgot about the but I just finished it so yay

#genshin impact x reader #reader x genshin #diluc #Thoma #Childe #genshin x gn reader #genshin inpact x fun reader #genhin impact #malereader #Femreader #Carrying #ilysm #Kaeya #zhongli #liyue #mondstadt #inazuma #thoma x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader

[changingplumbob]

Honey, I'm home!

TLDR: I'm back. Incoming reblogs. Normal posting resumes 21st at 9am NZDT (GMT+13).

My cat summary, tales of travel woe and random trip tidbits below.

Cat! The cat survived the cattery. Apparently she wasn't eating too much and just stayed in her cage area (I say cage but it was a neat two level set up, she had an individual food bowl, litter tray and cat bed). She's lost a bit of weight so she'll be getting bigger feeds the next few days. She's periodically patrolling the house and hiding in my bed which is fair.

Travel! So our first bus was running late. Trying to make up for it the bus sped over the hill. Imagine sitting sideways on a bus with a large suitcase as the bus quickly drives a winding downhill road. So fun right (sarcasm is heavy here). We made the train but halfway through the trip it stopped and sat for 10 minutes because of an "incident" (yeah I'm curious to). Bus from train station to airport was fine but the baggage check in went down just as we reached it. Then the plane was delayed by about half and hour. Fast forward to this morning. Checking in at the airport early to discover our 8:15am flight was cancelled because the aircraft was damaged overnight. They put us in a van for a nice hour and a half trip along a sometimes empty, sometimes standstill motorway. At the new airport we checked in fine, but what do you know the plane home was delayed. Hour delay this time. Eventually back home, took the airport bus to the train station no problem. What do you know, the train line was having errors and replacement buses were running instead. At the home train station we just gave up and got a taxi to the vets, and then home.

Wedding! It was nice, my cousin and his bride were so damn happy. It was in a place called the Tree Church where the structure is actually made out of shrubs so it's like getting married in a church made out of nature. The sun was shining and she walked down the isle to an instrumental of Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams. Her dress was gorgeous, their vows were sweet and I was sitting in an aisle seat so got to throw flower petals over them as they walked up the aisle together. Then (remember I'm in summer people) they had an ice cream truck after a champagne toast and they had vegan ice cream!!!

Reception! It was at a vineyard and half the area had trellises with grapes growing above you. There was so much food, and some vegan stuff! Because my cousin has a large family (lots of aunts and uncles) I was the only cousin from our branch. But you know when the band started playing ABBA I had to get up and dance with my aunts because how can you not dance to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Man After Midnight)? I sang along, loudest to Love Story obviously.

Tea Ceremony! So my cousin's wife (is she my cousin in law now? IDK), her parents are Chinese and came to NZ before she was born. She had lots of family fly over from China and Canada and they brought her and my cousin these beautiful red robes for a tea ceremony. Basically it allows the married couple to honour their elders by serving them tea. The couple also get money and jewellery from elders. Apparently all the Cantonese speaking relatives told them they hoped to see a grandchild next year, no pressure cousin.

Internet! As some of you probably realised the air bnb had wifi so I was able to keep up on some people's posts. But because I'm an overthinker I wanted to keep my post about going away near the top of my blog. I'm now going to blog some things I wanted to reblog during the 5 days which you may well have already seen but I want to reblog anyway to show support.

Me! This whole thing has been about me but anyway, I am very sleep deprived. I was not sleeping well before we left. The house we were staying was so creeky I barely slept while we were there. So I'm going to do extra rambles because that's what happens when I'm tired. Thank you for a couple of sunflowers today, with my travel chaos I needed them. I keep them in my inbox for low days but appreciate it beyond measure. I'm going to try get to my asks today but sleep may claim me first. The favourite facts are coming I promise! Lastly check out this puzzle that I was fiddling with intermittently for 3 days. I can't believe I eventually solved it!

#I'm so tired right now #So very tired #I talk so much when I write #So decided to #ramble ramble ramble

[ratsoh-writes]

Their favorite flowers and fruit get extinct: Farmers and Dancetale

Peaches: well just end him why don’t you. His favorite fruit happens to also be his staple crop grown in his orchid. That’s not just his snack of choice. It’s his livelihood! Peaches is very depressed until rancher slaps some sense into him

Rancher: his favorite fruit happens to also be peaches. Rancher is less sad over its disappearance and more mad over the money lost. Fruit trees are expensive, it takes some years for the yield to make a good return on what you had to pay to plant and grow all the trees. The farm will have better luck turning into a cattle ranch then trying to start over.

Ram: so all the wild berries are gone? Bummer. But not life threatening. There’s other forage out there for ram to supplement his grocery bill with. He does worry a tad about the animals who relied on those bushes too though

Pitch: he’s more concerned about how such a common flower could just go extinct so easily. There was no signs of disease on the wilting plants? So how did they die so fast? Pesticides? A bug? Weather change? This research project will keep him busy for years

Cider: he will legit murder someone if the grapes his family grows just all die out someday. Sure they have wheat to make beer with still, but dammit he loved the grapes and wine! His family is gonna pour a fortune into finding out the cause, and attempting to bring the grapes back.

Barley: for once he’s working hard with his family to keep the business afloat while his grandparents hire researchers to find out what happened. Seeing how stressed every one is ignited the rare flame of worry in barleys soul lol.

Moose: he’s gonna be so sad that the wild huckleberries died out. He did really love them. But the wild animals loved them more. So to help stabilize the park animals population, moose and the other ranchers plant domesticated berry bushes around the forest to make up for the loss. They hope that the plants will last long enough to start regrowing the next year.

Maple: he takes like almost the whole season to notice his favorite flower just… hasn’t been around? Well… that sucks! Time to choose a new flower!

Pop: he only notices his favorite flower is gone when he decides to pick a bunch for his soaps and realizes he can’t find any! Pop searches for HOURS looking for the flower and eventually comes home in the dead of night, tired and defeated. This continues for the next few days until his dad and brother finally find out what’s been stressing pop out

Rhythm: no pineapple??? What’s life without pineapple! This is a disgrace! A disaster! He’s so sad- oh! It’s strawberry season now…. He’ll mourn pineapple when it goes into season later.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #farmtale #farmfell #farmswap #horrorfarm #dancetale

[butterflythoughtsworld]

SLOW MORNINGS

You wake up when it’s still dark outside and ice is coating your window. It’s 5am and you love the quiet this time gives you because it feels like no one else is awake yet and you are truly free. Also, it allows you those slow mornings that give you the opportunity to plan the entire day and be organised.

You get up, make yourself a matcha latte and get your yoga mat. You’re just starting again but you know doing yoga in the morning and stretching will be effortless in a few days and a part of your routine. While you do the different positions, you notice how great it feels to move your body, to connect with it and stretch those muscles. Soon you’ll be able to pull the more advanced positions again, as your body easily shifts back into the state it is in when you’re working out regularly.

After you’ve finished, you drink your matcha and journal, while a candle and some incense burn next to you, as well as some fairy lights. You love this atmosphere and it pretty much describes what you’ve been aiming to do for quite some time now. Romanticise your life so much, there’s no other way but to fall in love with it. Now you’ve reached the point where it’s actually happening. All those things you’ve wrote down on your “impossible list” are actually coming true.

Since you have to go to work soon, you make yourself a thermos flask full of green tea, with which you’ve fallen in love with again, and put some grapes in a food container to take with you. You’re on an intermittent fasting schedule again, but only 16 hours a day since you are doing this the consistent, slow way. Fasting and binging got you nowhere, so you’re doing it right this time. Slow mornings, planning the entire day, intermittent fasting for 16 hours, taking supplements and eating whole foods plant based. This is about control and listening to your body’s needs. You only eat when you are hungry and only until you feel full. In addition to that, your desire to focus on foods that feel good in your body, that are full of nutrients, grows stronger every day and it’s not that you forbid yourself any foods, you just don’t want them if they’re not good for you. Your self control is at its peak and it’s getting easier to do what is right for you and be kind to yourself.

After preparing your food, you undress and take some pictures in underwear in front of your mirror. Even though you weigh more than you’re usually confident with, you are okay with what you see. Soon you’ll reach your ideal body again and this chapter is not about self hatred, it’s about being in love with life and yourself.

#ed not ed sheeran #tw ed sheeran #anatumblr #4n0r3xia #ed imagine

[hellsite-yano]

porky did you finish that list of minecraft splash texts and if so may we see it?

Sure, keep in mind the Better Than Adventure mod uses a different colour formatting code than vanilla though. It's also a bit more difficult to edit splash text in vanilla from what I can gather. Anyway:

§5>it's wet Pynk! >ISHYGDDT GALO SENGEN! Pretty smooth flying, Fox! :kanabento: Sad! ingredience Everybody pose! :JUST: Oh, absolutely! Hallownest approved! Soda! Nope! §0The air crackles with freedom. Master Spark! An extant form of life! Yesh §dNyuuu! Also try The Witness! hampter.jpg The city and the city! Qud approved! Also try Mummy Sandbox! What U Need! Drink it and forget it all! which I invented! §fAll black everything The hero appears! Touch grass! Ut UNDERSTAND! Gapacho approved! Interior Semiotics! It's yours, my friend! The silo doors are open! Who are you quoting? Smoke coal evree day! §5>not having an avocado tree MODS = GODS Women! Wrong number! A super fighting robot from the year 2010! Even the mods have mods! Is shine! Cassis bleep! It's media -_- Also try Manifold Garden! Labyrinth Fight! Grow up, this is Minecraft! Welcome, Mr. Guest. His name is Gedächtnis! With these hands we will destroy! WAKE ME UP Fighting in the dojo! §eLalal Jack in! PUNK TACTICS! Close enough! I buy sausage! You ARE the support, son! A frozen cephalopod! Milk inside a bucket of milk inside a bucket of milk §0Hit +50! SB-129 mariositting.txt Clean! The democratic club! went shop Also try The Witch's House! Vanilla+! :3 TRUE! DOOR STUCK! Dubious castle safety gigue! Sexo! The numbers, Mason! Don't be so wide about it! MACHINE HEEEEEEEEAAAAAD! Victorius! The grink is here! k/l/l/i/n/g/s/t/a/l/k/i/n/g! GAS GAS GAS! Wimdy! A vision of happiness! Got any grapes? Message over! I MAED A GAM3 W1TH Z0MB1ES 1N IT!!!1 wort wort wort Many such cases! I'm Kilroy! Just walk out! Detach the rear vehicle! SET ME UP! Wrong turn, tin daddy! Woomy! Gensokyo approved! Soup's on, baby! Fly away now! Literally who? Greetings from Germany! Papa Carlo! Superliminal! BAN THIS SICK FILTH King! Ari! Also try SOMA! SOME FOLKS ARE BORN 8 meters! This is most disturbing! Wheey! [Current thing]! Jerry! Welcome back, /v/! >:3 How does he do it? The Paper! 47 diamonds in my diamond account! The hero appears!!! Fly over! SICK RECOVERY The big bow-wow! Guest no. 431! GOODLUCK! CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO! Built from pieces of SR71! §eDe§5su! EEEEASY! Hedgehog stew! Unusual! :yey: Uranium Fever! Chinken nunget! There's friendship in the redstone! Axeil Edition! Beach City approved! §aourple! The Golden Path lies §4everywhere! Don't look at the silver lights The Electro Gypsy! Menacing! Cope! The hero appears!! OH GOD MAH DRILLS! eeeeeh? Also try Outer Wilds! Edith Piaf said it better Where's Reznov? INGERLAAAAAND! Also try Gorogoa! Orgasmic! Pure pare-do! §6It's lightish red! Also try Rain World! Hard Fast §kFaggot §rMaps! Hole approved! HUZZAH! Lost and farting! Selamat pagi! Deploy all units! CHARGE!!! Minute like a pixie! Most certainly! freaks dni! The ride never ends! Lucoa! Not what it says. The bits! The bits! The bits! :african_pensive: §mMother is watching §eH§1e§4l§5v§de§3t§bi§ac§2a §2S§6t§aa§6n§6d§1a§3r§2d Morioh approved! Comforble! Cocky little freaks! Also try Fallow! :pensive: Brillo whales soon! Scratch Perverts! Re-do! MEMORIES BROKEN! 300k starting! Also try sunny-place! tak tak tak ziip! NOW THE WHEELS ARE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL! Roast beef and cornbread! No sappy lines allowed! With these hands we will rebuild! Also try The Beginner's Guide! Chefs kiss? Get the cool shoeshine! Happens often! Blood crystal obtained! MAKE IT BUN DEM! :hinableh: Also try Northern Journey! Welcome to Quindecim :) ARE YOU WATCHING HEAVEN? Daten City Approved! AS I LIVE! hina hina Nashi! Hack your 3DS! 4 = 2 > 5 > 7 > 3 > 1 > 6 > 8 Butcher is king! und cola! Lost at sea 1803 Bam-ba-lam! §3Aria approved! Seems legit! Easy Breezy! The World Revolving! Air 'em out! I live here? Splendid! Sing your sins! Surprisingly malleable! Comedy gold! §6Anglerfish Dance! Message to de west! Also try Dujanah! dubs Also try Iconoclasts! §aPudgy-Porky!?