#Like don't get me wrong I like the idea of fluffy saint

[0hmanit]

Originally when Downpour was known only as a mod, Saint didn't had fluff. So I like to imagine an alternative universe where saint stayed smooth and every RW artist drew them like a fucked up sphynx cat

And honestly? we were robbed.

#rain world #rw saint #It's bad I prefer saint like this? #Like don't get me wrong I like the idea of fluffy saint #and fluffy slugcats as general #it's just makes more sense to me. It's the sort of weird vibe I get from saint

[megamindsecretlair]

Good day, good day! I've been thinking about this for a while, and now I'm just like, yes, we need it! 😏 Can you pretty please write a follow up to my favorite Franklin Saint fic you wrote recently? A Hold On You. I feel like we need something where either the reader is heavily preggo or already had the baby and like the reader predicted, doesn't like the new body. But our boy Frank comes through with that reassurance he promised. 🙌🏾😌

A/N: Le sigh, I am so, so, so sorry this took forever! I know there's no rush to these things but this has been staring me in the face for sooo long LOL. I hope this was worth the wait!

A Hold On You, Pt. 2

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, Angst, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), spanking, some dirty talk, all consensual. Daddy kink and breeding kink. Fluffy smut. Established relationship.

Summary: Taking place between season 4 and season 5, Franklin toys with the idea of legacy and keeping the people he loves in his life. Months into your pregnancy, your previous worries get the better of you. Luckily, Franklin is there to kiss it all away.

Word Count: 3,424k

Part 1

A/N: I keep feeling like Franklin gets pushed by the wayside. It's not intentional, season 6 just really still affects me LOL. But I will get over that! Also trying to clean up some of these requests ya'll got for me. I love ya'll so much! Please, consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I don't tag empty blogs.

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You stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom. Steam from the shower receded slowly from the mirror, revealing your visage inch by inch. You stared at your body. Well, more importantly, you stared at your tummy. 

It was beginning to protrude. Leave it to Franklin to get you pregnant that same night. No sooner had you realized that your period was late than did your sensitive stomach turn on you. Already it was trying to purge the invasion. 

Okay, that wasn’t fair. You were truly happy that you were pregnant. You knew no matter what, that Franklin would be a good father. Nothing like his own that he refused to talk about most days. They were at a tentative truce. But it seemed like they were on thin ice and the slightest thing could break it.

You rubbed your belly, planting your hand over your stomach. You could not picture your child. Did that make you a bad mother? 

You pursed your lips as you turned from side to side, looking at your naked body from all kinds of different angles. Shouldn’t you have an inkling? An idea? You and Franklin hadn’t decided on names yet. Wasn’t that something you should have by now? Was there a rulebook to this sort of thing?

Tears stung your eyes as you thought over everything that could go wrong. How dangerous Franklin’s life was. His enemies were yours now. Franklin had to look over both of your shoulders to ensure that you were safe enough to walk across the street.

How could you bring someone into this type of life? How could you possibly agree to gamble with your child’s life? 

Horrible, ugly shame filled you as the tears flowed more freely. Being pregnant sucked! Your fucking nipples ached all the damn time. You were gassy now, that was fun. And whoever was in there would likely run circles around you because you were starting to get sleepy all the damn time. 

You sank to the edge of the bathtub and let the tears fall. That was another fun side effect. You cried at the drop of a hat. You cried because you looked funny, cute, beautiful, or fat. You cried because you wanted cookies n’ cream ice cream but Franklin got you rocky road. You cried because you felt guilty for making him go back to the store to get you what you actually wanted. 

These hormonal changes were driving you nuts. What was worse was that Franklin was gone more often than he stayed at home. All you had were nameless bodyguards that stayed outside your place twenty-four seven. 

You felt alone. 

The tears began in earnest. Big, fat crocodile tears that spilled down your freshly washed cheeks. Droplets landed on your thighs and you rubbed your belly. What did you do?

“Babe?” Franklin called out. 

You sniffled and wiped your tears, getting up to close the bathroom door. You ran some water to try and hide your tears. On top of everything that Franklin was dealing with, he did not need to deal with his hormonal, pregnant girlfriend. 

Franklin knocked on the door. “Babe? You okay in there?” He asked.

“Fine! Just got out the shower!” You called back. Did your voice wobble? Did you sound like you had been crying? 

Franklin twisted the knob and opened the door. You sighed, looking away from him in the mirror. Franklin was immediately by your side, lifting your chin and pulling you close.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. He turned off the water in the sink and rubbed your arms. 

You hadn’t realized how cold you were sitting in the bathroom. Tears had a way of warming your face and drowning everything else out. Pressure and snot was not a good look on you and it hurt even worse. 

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you said. You accepted Franklin’s embrace even though you couldn’t get your mouth to move. To tell him what was bothering you. You could have his baby, but you couldn’t tell him what was bothering you? 

Franklin pulled back and looked at your face. “Got another craving? I’ll get it, just tell me what it is,” he said. 

“I’m so ugly,” you whined. You sounded like such a baby, but it was true. You didn’t recognize your own body. It was a chamber now for your baby. You were doing everything right but it was hard to feel sexy knowing that there was precious life growing inside of you.

It’d likely be even worse after the baby was born. While it ripped everything from you on the way out. And then you’d have to breastfeed it and watch it and worry over it for the rest of your natural born days. 

“What? Why would you say that?” He tried to pull you closer but you were fighting him. You needed space, time to think. The damage had already been done but you still had months to get used to this new life. This new adjustment to your routine. 

You didn’t regret having his baby. You only regretted that you hadn’t thought it through more fully. Really understood the consequences of opening your legs and letting Franklin have his wicked way with you. 

Franklin let you fight him but he was an immovable rock. He planted his feet and stood his ground trying to catch your eyes. You looked everywhere but at him. 

“Hey, hey, talk to me. Please? Why would you say that?” 

“Because I am. I’m fat and gross,” you pouted. 

Franklin sighed. “Naw, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world,” he said. He kissed your cheeks. You fought him on that too. You felt so horrible. Like a caged animal needing a release. A break. An escape from the torment of your thoughts. 

You shook your head and wiped your tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just got the mumps,” you said.

Franklin pressed kisses to your forehead, both of your eyelids, and your lips. He kept kissing your face until you relaxed in his arms. That, at least, hadn’t changed. You felt safe in his arms. Warm. 

When your shoulders finally dropped from your ears, Franklin turned you so that you faced the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your tummy, hands flexing over your stomach and linking his fingers together. He was already protecting his baby. The thought brought fresh tears to your eyes. You could fill a pool with how many tears you’ve shed over the past few weeks. 

Franklin’s chin dropped to your shoulder and he looked at you in the mirror. He smiled softly. “I wish you could see you as I do. You are nothing but beautiful to me. Strong. Look at this sexy ass body,” he said.

He swayed you from side to side as if dancing to a slow song in his head. You tilted your head. “You’re just trying to make me feel better,” you said. You sniffled and tried to lean away to reach for a tissue, but Franklin wasn’t letting you go.

His fingers lightly rubbed your tummy. His rocking was strangely soothing. Melodic even though there was no music to guide you. His eyes never left yours in the mirror. 

“So? Don’t make it not true. Didn’t I say that this belly would look sexy getting bigger? And these titties? Shit, you lucky I am suckin’ on them thangs all day long,” he said.

You giggled despite your commitment to stubbornness. Your mouth twitched as you tried to suppress more giggles. He did not need encouragement for his corny ass lines. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you told him.

“I ain’t doin’ shit but making sure my two babies are okay. I ain’t gon’ lie and pretend I know what’s going on. But you gotta talk to me when you feel like this,” he said. “I can’t help you if you shut me out.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” you told him. He shouldn’t. You always had a handle on your emotions. A way of feeling them but not letting them control you. Not by much. It took a long time for you to get here and you’d be damned if you let Mother Nature control you.

“I just get down sometimes, Franklin,” you said. 

Franklin nodded and smiled. “ I know. And you shouldn’t have to be down alone. I know this is big. This is big for the both of us. I didn’t think we’d get it on the first try,” he said with a smile. 

You rolled your eyes. He was pretty damn proud of that fact. Told anyone who would listen that he was successful the first time. His parents were naturally excited. None more so than Cissy. She was too giddy at the prospect of having a grandchild. 

“You are a mess,” you told him. 

Franklin’s smile grew bigger, giving you a glimpse of the Franklin you knew before. The one who smiled quicker and didn’t hide behind walls in his mind. Trying to keep everything so close to the vest. 

Franklin kissed your shoulder, lips lingering a second too long. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. You’re only sexier carrying my baby. These hips? Hmm. Just wanna squeeze the fuck outta them,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Your tears dried up as you looked at Franklin. At the raw hunger in his eyes. You may feel ugly, but you were far from it in his eyes. 

Franklin moved his hands from your tummy to cup your ass. He jiggled the globes in his hands, grabbing as much of it as he could. “This ass! If you only knew how bricked up I am all day thinking of this ass ridin’ me,” he said.

“Franklin!” You turned around to look him in the eye. His hands stayed on your body as you turned and they landed around your waist. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your belly. 

“You have made me the happiest man alive. There is no one else I’d rather share this with,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, taking his time to explore your mouth. The kiss was slow and lazy. You had all the time in the world to kiss him and he took every last second of it. He’d retreat and return just as quickly as if he were starving for your kisses. 

You wrapped your hands around his shoulder and pulled him closer. He rubbed against your belly and you drew back, staring at the damn thing like a traitor. Already getting in the way of your life. Already taking up space.

You sighed. There was just no way to get around this. No way to pull you out of this funk. 

Franklin only lifted your chin. He stared into your eyes for a second, a minute, possibly an hour and your bottom lip started to quiver. He only smiled patiently and returned to kissing you. 

You sighed into his mouth. Where the hell did you find someone like him? Someone that didn’t balk at your panic attacks? Or these new hormones? He’d seen you during Hell week. This was that but amplified. Your body was foreign to you now. You grew up with this body. You suffered through puberty with this body. You and this body had been down a rocky, twisted, and convoluted path to self-love. And now you were sharing it.

Franklin’s hands kneaded your doughy flesh around your hips, getting softer over time. He kissed a hot trail down your jaw, neck, and towards your chest. His lips teased around your sensitive nipple and you hissed, jerking away from him.

“They’re really fuckin’ sensitive right now,” you said.

“Oh really?” He asked. He smiled, holding your gaze as he moved his head once more to lick and suckle around your nipples. Your legs instantly went weak. Your nipples were still fuckin’ sensitive, made worse by his playful teasing, but it also felt too good. His warm mouth felt deliciously painful on your titties and you were sighing and whimpering in the bathroom before long.

Your moans echoed off of the tile in the bathroom. Your soft sighs filled in the empty areas and his suckling grew louder, reaching a crescendo that you matched with cries of pleasure. 

“Franklin!” You half-yelled and half-moaned. 

Franklin went to your other nipple, giving it as much attention. You hissed. So much for your shower. You were growing wetter by the second from his teasing alone. As if sensing that, like the mu’fucka had a nose for it, his hand glided down your side until his fingers teased your clit.

You jerked in his arms and he hummed in appreciation. “Hmm, so fuckin’ wet already,” he whispered against your chest. 

“How can you stand here like a goddess and not expect me to worship at your feet? To appreciate this precious gift you’re giving me? I know I been away, I’ll work on that the deeper we get into this. I want to be here for everything.”

“And I want you to know that I found you sexy when I first met you. I found you sexy when you agreed to be mine. I found you sexy when we found out you were pregnant with my baby. And I find you sexy now. Every day I find more and more things to love about you.” 

“Franklin, please,” you sighed. You could not handle him being this damn cute while sucking on your nipples and his fingers playing with your clit. 

“Do you believe me?” He asked.

“Huh?” You asked. If he moved his fingers just a little to the side, you could cum. You felt an approaching orgasm. Your knees were turning to jelly. You were so, so close.

“Do you believe that I find you sexy? That I fall more in love with you every day?” He asked. 

You nodded. “I know you do, Franklin,” you said. “I just forget sometimes.”

“Well, then, I’ll have to keep reminding you. And keep reminding you. And…” Franklin lifted his head from your nipples as he moved his fingers to flick over your clit. You gripped his arms and shook, the bathroom turning hazy as your eyes rolled. 

“Fr-F-” You were trying to warn him. To let him know that you were close, but he already knew. He kissed you, tongue licking your lips before you allowed him inside. Allowed your tongues to mesh and play with each other.

He smiled against your lips as you finally cried out, crying out your release. You slumped against him as you finished and he gently continued to play with your clit. 

Franklin grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bedroom. You giggled trailing after him. He held your hands while you sat on the bed. You were pleasantly wet, feeling the squishy essence in between your legs.

Franklin wasted no time getting naked. You watched him with a smile dancing on your lips at how beautiful he was. Did he have a clue? Did he come close to understanding what you felt for him?

“You make me so happy, Franklin,” you told him. 

Franklin shed the last of his clothes and stepped closer with a big grin. His grin was infectious, causing one to split your face in two. Cheeks aching from the strength of love pouring from your veins. 

“You make me happy too, babe. I don’t ever want you to doubt how beautiful you are. If you do, let me know. I’ll sort that shit out,” he said.

You giggled as his lips returned to yours, joining you on the bed. He settled onto his back and then pulled you to straddle his hardening length. You bit your lip, a bit of shyness creeping in. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before. That he hadn’t seen everything about you and kept coming back for seconds. 

Things were different now. Everything changed. But Franklin didn’t let you wallow. He encouraged you to sit in his lap. 

It took some wiggling and a lot of guidance on his part since you couldn’t see his length past your belly. Once the tip of him grazed your wet entrance, the shyness left your body.

You moaned as you sank onto his dick, gliding down until he was fully seated inside of you. Your hands braced yourself on his chest as you acclimated to his size. He wasn’t huge, but he stretched you plenty. 

Your eyes were closed, reorienting yourself with the feel of him inside you. God, you missed this. You had sex in the beginning but your morning sickness was awful. You couldn’t keep shit down. Everything smelled and crackers tasted like cardboard. 

You sighed as Franklin rubbed your hips and your back. “Feel good, baby?” Franklin asked. 

“Yes, baby,” you moaned.

“You look good, baby,” he said. You looked down in time to see his gorgeous smile. Franklin was playing with the idea of a beard. It was coming in nicely. Framing his face and making him look older and wiser. Sexier. Like a dad already. A dad you’d like to fuck. 

You smiled at your own little joke. “Thank you, Daddy,” you said.

“Go on and get yours then,” he said. He smacked your ass with his hand, leaving a ghost-hot sting behind that made you hiss and look at him with mischief. If he wanted to play…

You slowly grinded on his dick, rolling your hips back and forth. Franklin licked his lips and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked down to where you were joined. 

You continued the slow roll, getting him used to that before you started bouncing in earnest. “OH shit,” he moaned. 

You grinned and kept bouncing, up and down on the entire length of his dick. He hissed and rolled his hips in tune with yours until you were matching each other perfectly. In sync as only you two could be. 

His hands gripped your hips. You didn’t know if you were bouncing on him now or if he was pulling you down on his dick. Either way, you were both speed-running towards that beautiful peak. Hand in hand, racing forward faster and further until you were both screaming out an orgasm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chanted.

“Shit, oh fuck,” Franklin roared. 

Sweat rolled down your back. You leaned forward so you could kiss Franklin. Your kisses were sloppy, jerky, as you rode out your orgasm. Some unknown force took over, unable to help yourself from continuing even though you were too over the moon. Too far gone. 

Maybe this was what he felt like when he kept going even after you came. That driving need to stay connected, stay buried in each other. Your hips kept rolling until you were too weak and spent to keep going. Your legs finally giving out as you collapsed on top of him. 

Franklin groaned and rolled you over until you were beneath him now. He slipped out and you licked your dry lips, turning your head to the side. You did not want to stop, but you were out of breath. In danger of passing out altogether.

You never experienced a mutual orgasm before. It was usually one after the other. Like a gentleman, Franklin always made sure you came first. Sometimes multiple times before he allowed himself to climax. 

Franklin gave your tummy multiple kisses. Every inch of skin was covered with his lips. He laid prayer after prayer into your skin. 

For the first time all day, you felt beautiful. You felt loved. You felt like the most gorgeous woman on the planet. 

“I love you, Noodle,” he said, calling your baby by the nickname you agreed on. You didn’t know why, it just felt like a Noodle, nestled in there. 

Your heart swelled, seeing his face as he continued to kiss your stomach. You rubbed his head as he continued talking to Noodle telling it how he was going to protect it, love it, cherish it, and that it had the best mom on the planet. 

Tears prickled your eyes for entirely different reasons and you tried to blink them away but couldn’t. Franklin kissed up your stomach and couldn’t resist a final lick and tug on your overly sensitive nipples. 

When he reached your mouth, he smiled and kissed you. He sighed into your mouth. “I love you, baby,” he said.

“I love you even more, Franklin.”

THE END

The Secret Franklin Saint Files | Part 1

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[therealloopylupin2099]

as horrifying as those zesty-ass mashed potato pancakes were, don't give up on trying alr? Try the same box you made but use milk instead of water and add an extra egg yolk for a richer texture. Seperate the whites of the egg and beat them for a bit until they kind of resemble frosting (this one takes a lot of time so it's okay if you wanna opt out, but the fluffiness this one'll give you is just... Mwah.

If you wanna make it from scratch that's one cup of flour, 2 and 1/2 teaspoons of baking soda, one tsp white sugar and one brown (adjust to your liking there) and use vanilla extract, not lemonade, and a few tablespoons of melted butter.

If you want the lemon flavor, mix the wet ingredients (milk, vanilla, butter, egg) separately, shred in lemon zest with that and mix. Then put the dry ingredients in a little at a time.

Then again, I find pancakes are a lot harder to perfect than people give it credit for. Maybe take a break from them and try something simpler like soup. Ive got a recipe for that too if you like. It's really shocking hard to get soup wrong.

Good luck my guy

Gracias for the recipe idea. If I had the patience of a saint I’d make the pancakes as described. I’ll try to remember that if people don’t pull me away from the kitchen.

#miguel o'hara #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider person #ask #miguel answers

[your-rdo-gf]

I'm finding it entirely too frustrating that I can't get Blair's face in these previews lol. But anyhow. My lovely friend Martha @shinemade gave me the idea to give Blair some outfits that she'd wear in story mode, so I did my best! I don't really know if I ever want to RP with this account, but I'm in a bit of a writey mood so I wrote up some info about her outfits to go with the photos. I definitely don't expect anyone to read all this, but if you do indulge me, I'll... I dunno, thank you I guess? Maybe a lil kiss on the forehead if you want?

Bounty hunter - Blair and her ex girlfriend (coincidentally named Claire - I had forgotten her name when I was naming Blair, my bad) had made matching outfits to wear while running with the Doyle gang. Once Blair left the gang and one of the women ratted her and Claire out, leading lawmen to the couple in Tumbleweed and ultimately killing Claire, she ended up turning her once beloved outfit into one that was used to make a mockery of her former gang members when she captured Doyle and turned her in. Doing her best to disguise herself, she styles her hair differently and dawns a mask to hide her face - a trimmed bandanna with goggles in which she placed her prescription lenses so she can see properly.

Heavy coat - Despite growing up in the north, Blair despises the cold. However, she never turns down an opportunity to go up to the colder areas just so she can wear her giant, fluffy coat!

Formal - Blair reluctantly agreed to be Dutch's date on the Grand Korrigan. Unfortunately, she found herself alone most of the night. She had dolled herself up for what she felt was nothing, though she definitely had a lot of eyes on her that went unnoticed, given that she just drank and disassociated most of the night up until she realized that Dutch and the others had disappeared.

Relaxed - This is, admittedly, just my main outfit in RDO, though I fully believe that Blair would like to show a little skin when she's in a particularly chipper mood. She wears this when she feels sexy and confident, even though it often gets her comments such as "whore" and "harlot". When in this outfit, Blair is more likely to be seen at Smithfield's saloon so she can mingle, given that it's normally the more busy of the two saloons in Valentine.

Comfy - Blair takes great comfort in the huge shirt she "borrowed" (stole) from Charles. When she first got it, it was so big on her that she was damn near tripping on it, so she adjusted it so it's not so huge on her, but still plenty big. She only wears this outfit around camp, and generally doesn't care to be seen in it, but she'll wander around on days when she's feeling particularly cozy and doesn't want to change before leaving the confines of her tent.

"Bad day" dress - Blair wears this dress on days she just isn't in a good place, whether that be because someone made her feel like shit, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or because Micah was in a particularly douchey mood and made her feel the same. Regardless, when her social battery is low and she doesn't want to deal with comments from rude people that believe women shouldn't be allowed to show skin in public, she wears this dress. Uncomfortable as it may be, she takes solace in the fact that she rarely receives negative attention while wearing it. She would often be seen with Kieran while wearing this. Without diving too much into her lore, she and Kieran have a history together, and they're practically siblings at this point. They take a lot of comfort in each other's company and Kieran will often accompany her when she's wearing her bad day dress, given that the presence of a man often reduces the gazes and comments from interested parties. Though she generally tries to avoid being seen, Blair can sometimes be found at Keane's saloon in Valentine when wearing this outfit, as opposed to Smithfield's, which tends to be more populated.

Work - Blair has a job at the tailor in Saint Denis, and can often be seen locking up in the evenings, though you might not know her at first glance. She works closely with customers, men being the majority of their clientele, and she quickly grew tired of the inappropriate comments made by young men as she tried to measure them for their custom attire. With the permission of her boss, she began to dress more masculine, binding her chest (what little there is, lol, she doesn't really have much in the way of boobs) and tucking her hair into a hat she definitely did not steal from Dutch. She will even disguise her voice to the best of her ability, doing her best to sound masculine. At worst, she just sounds like a young man with a cold, but if her voice is anything like mine, I'd say she's probably pretty good at sounding masculine if she really wants to.

[xxjootxx]

One Last Time — Jotaro’s POV

I love you. I’ve always loved you.

A/N: a few people requested Jotaro’s point of view so here it is! Fluffy and smutty posts coming soon cause my heart can’t handle more angst right now.

One Last Time — Original

He tapped his pen against his desk, the new research paper he was writing was consuming more of his time than he anticipated. “Good grief…” he took his hat off, running his hand through his hair before sliding the hat back over his head. He needed a distraction, he was getting nowhere by just staring at the page.

His eyes trailed over to the framed picture that always resided on his desk. He smiled as he took it in, you were all so young back then. He was baffled at how time flew, his eyes trailed to his office door as he heard Jolyne running past it to her room. Yelling something about her friend calling her and to not interrupt. That was more so to her mother than him, she knew not to interrupt her father when he was trying to finish a paper.

He jumped slightly as his phone began to ring, for a second he almost ignored it. He thought it was Jolyne’s friend calling, that is until he realized it was his office phone ringing, not his home phone. He glanced over the digits and froze. “Y/n?” He picked up the call, waiting to hear your voice. “Hey Jojo.” You rarely called him anymore. If you did it was usually through the normal line not his office.

“Is something wrong?” He jumped to conclusions whenever anyone called his office line. It was usually only used for colleagues, both stand users and his fellow marine biologists. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” That's odd. He tried to shake his worry and play along, “you know I’m not much of a talker.” A smile tugged at his lips regardless.

“I know. I was just reminiscing. You’d always let me talk your ear off, remember?” He smiled, eyes closing as he relished in your voice. “Of course I remember.” He never told you, but your rambling was what kept him sane for a majority of your Egypt journey. He laughed as you reminisced about Polnareff’s antics. He knew it killed you that he wouldn’t open up more. But both men agreed it was best if you didn’t know what happened to him.

He knew the journey to Egypt affected you just as much as it affected him all these years later. Fifty odd days still hang in your mind despite being all grown up. Those days were fun, regardless of its outcome. His old man wasn’t wrong, it was a fun trip even with its ups and downs. Sometimes jotaro found himself wishing he was back there, there were things he wanted to change after all. No stand ability could do that though, no matter how much he wished.

“How’s Jolyne?” At the mention of his daughter’s name he snapped out of his daydream. Even though she was fifteen now, it was still a bit jarring to think he had a child. “She’s doing well, she’s managed to stay out of trouble for about a month now but I don’t want to jinx it.” He sighed, his daughter was just like him. This must be some weird version of karma coming back to get him after the trouble he put his mom through.

“That’s good. She takes after you Jotaro so I’m not surprised.” His eyes fluttered closed, Jolyne really was just like him…but she was also just like you. Somehow, some way, she had the attitude and snarkiness of her favorite aunt/uncle. “She reminds me of you, y/n. Don’t act like you were some Saint.” He loved hearing your laughter through the phone.

“She’s in for a hell of a ride then. Do you remember back before the whole Egypt trip? When we were just classmates?” He squeezed his eyes shut, cringing as a smile appeared on his face yet again. He knew the story you were about to tell. It was one that you never let him live down. “Don't remind me y/n.” He rubbed his hand over his face, he would always say it was because the teacher was an asshole in general. He knew you knew otherwise. “You know I have to, Jojo. Did you ever tell her that story? Or are you too afraid it will give her ideas.”

He cringed at the thought of Jolyne pulling something like that off. He could only imagine the call he’d receive from her school. Dr.Kujo your daughter is being sent to juvie again. He shook his head “She already gets into enough trouble. She doesn’t need more fuel.” He really didn’t know how his mother did it. He was certain he’d turn Gray by the time he was 40 from all of Jolyne’s antics.

“Jojo, I don’t want to darken the mood but I have an important question to ask you.”

He stilled completely, breath catching in his throat as he replied “ask away.” He sat up fully, chair creaking under him as he almost braced himself for the impact of your question. “Do you remember the night I kissed you, Jojo?” His heart hammered in his chest. Of course he remembered it. He could never forget his first kiss after all. He would never forget his first — and only kiss with you.

“I do. How could I ever forget?” Where is this going?

“Jojo…why didn’t you ever take it further?” That question made his mind go completely blank. It was the question he feared you asking him most. “Be honest with me, please.” He sat there for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. He knew the answer, of course he knew the answer. But he never thought he would have to admit it to you.

“Because I thought you were stupid for doing it. You deserved and still deserve someone far better than me.”

That was his truth. He knew you could do so much better than him. Why would you ever want to spend your life with someone like him? He was in no place to be the holder of your heart. In his attempts to move on, he met his wife. He forced himself to forget about his feelings for you in hopes of you finding someone worth your time.

“You’re a big idiot, you know that Jojo?” His eyes went wide, that certainly wasn’t the reaction he had prepared for. “I have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Jojo. I pushed that all aside because I wanted you to be happy. That's why I never tried again. I thought you didn't feel the same. That’s why I encouraged you when you told me about her, that’s why I helped you pick out her wedding ring. That’s why I went out of my way to fly to Florida for her baby shower. Are you telling me I spent all that time helping you get with another woman when you felt for me…what I felt for you?”

He sat there in silence, taking in everything you had just confessed to him. At that moment he agreed with you. He really was an idiot, but it wasn’t like he could throw his life away now for you. Regardless of his current relationship with his wife, he had a daughter. He couldn’t just leave them for you. Even if his heart wanted that. “I…I have loved you since we met in class during our first year of high school.”

He felt a wave of relief wash over him for finally saying that. Had he gotten over himself all those years ago and said that to you. Maybe things would be much different than they are right now. He still thought back to his first day, something that seemed like an absolute eternity ago…but yesterday at the same time. You had sat beside him in home room. Something he would have been annoyed by if he wasn’t hypnotized by your personality the moment you began talking to him.

“You are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met, Jotaro Kujo. I can’t believe I fell in love with you.” Jotaro stared at the framed picture again. He waited 18 years to hear those words leave your lips. And now that he finally heard them, he didn’t know how to react. There was one thing that caught him off guard though. The anxiety of why you had called his office phone creeped back up on him. Your voice sounded weak.

“Y/n?” He was standing now, as if he could run out the door and magically make it to Japan in a second. Something was wrong, he felt it. “Maybe in another lifetime things would have worked out for us, Jojo. Take care of yourself okay?” Those words made his heart drop into his stomach. “Y/N?!” He yelled into the phone, eyes going wide when the line remained connected but you didn’t respond.

“What’s wrong?” He tried again, nails digging into his desk as he frantically looked for his cell phone. “Hello?” He tried again but was met with silence. The line was still connected. He was panicking now, not wanting to think the worst but you were leaving him no choice. “I…I don’t know if you can hear me…fuck.” He was losing his cool fast.

“Just…fuck…” he knew deep down his words were falling on deaf ears. He dialed the number for the Speedwagon Foundation, the one Joseph gave him to use in case of emergencies. The second the line picked up he began speaking, telling the agent your number, your address and telling them to track you down. If anyone could get to you in time, it would be those at the Speedwagon Foundation stationed in Japan.

Jotaro kept his office phone off the hook, the call still connected fifteen minutes later. That is until a male voice came through it. “Mr.Kujo? I’m a member of the Speedwagon Foundation. We’ve located them. Mr.Kujo…I’m so sorry but they are deceased.” Those seven words made Jotaro sink to the ground, clutching his office phone tightly to his ear as he processed it.

They are deceased…gone…dead. Y/n is dead…

“T-thank you. Please take their body back to the Foundation. I’ll be in Japan within the next two days.” As he turned off the phone, vengeance and anger he hadn’t felt since he was 17 flooded his soul once more. His voice shook “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Damnit.” For the first time in his life, tears threatened to fall. “Why didn’t you call for help?” His hands balled into fists, Star Platinum appeared next to him with a look of worry. His mind raced with everything that had just occurred.

Within five minutes his entire life was flipped upside down.

#jojo imagines #stardust crusaders #jojo bizarre adventure #jotaro angst #kujo jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #jotaro imagine

[writemywaytoyourheart]

BTS Reaction: You Have An Ovarian Cyst

Requested: yes a long time ago ;-;

Genre: fluff

Warnings: uh, mentions of ovarian cysts but it's not that bad lol

A/n: I know it's taken me a long time to get something out and I'm sorry about that. But I hope you enjoy this anyway 🙂 love you guys!

KIM SEOKJIN:

I love this man...that is all

"What do you want for dinner tonight, princess?"

Jin looks at you from across the shopping cart between you two as you browse the vegetable aisle. He frowns when you don't seem to be paying attention to him, just keep gently pushing on the avocados to test their ripeness.

"Y/n?"

"Huh?" You finally look up at him and he smiles.

"I asked what you'd like for dinner tonight." 

MIN YOONGI:

"Oh, sorry." You laugh quietly, but Jin immediately picks up that something is wrong. He comes around the cart to put his hands on your shoulders, making you face him.

"Is everything alright, princess?"

"Yeah...it's just..." You look around to make sure no one overhears you.

"It just hurts." You finally whisper.

"What hurts?" Your husband whispers back.

You point down at your lower abdomen and it clicks in his brain. You had been having a lot of ovary pain recently, so you went to the doctors to get it checked out.

It turns out you have an ovarian cyst, but it wouldn't require any surgeries. The doctor just told you a few things that might help ease the pain until it goes away.

Jin has been a saint this whole time, doing everything he can to make it better for you. Now, he nods and pulls you in for a quick kiss on your forehead. Then he whispers, "I've got an idea."

At Seokjin's urging, you end up buying chocolates and almonds and a few other foods that are high in magnesium. The doctor told him that magnesium high foods should help the pain. When you get home, he makes you sit on the couch while he gives you some chocolate and almonds as he puts the groceries away.

When he's done, he comes over and sits next to you, pulling you in and kissing your cheek. "You just snack on those, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Jinnie."

"Love you, princess."

[email protected] duality is gonna give me whiplash

"Ouuuch, Yoongi!" 

At your call of distress, your fiance runs into the living room from where he was producing in his studio. He sees you all curled up on the couch, your face twisted in pain as you clutch your abdomen. 

"Yoongi it hurts." You whine. 

"Oh, baby." Yoongi comes around the side of the couch and sits on the floor where he can be face to face with you. He gently takes one of your hands away from your stomach and holds it close to his chest.

"Have you taken your supplements today, love?" 

"No." You say weakly. 

"Ok, I'll be right back." He lets go of your hand to go and grab the supplements your doctor told you to take every day. 

You gladly move and smile softly when he cuddles into you, nuzzling his nose in your hair. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this, baby."

He comes back with them and a glass of water, and then helps you take it.

After you've chugged some of the water and taken the supplement, Yoongi has you scoot over so that he can lay on the couch with you. 

"It's not so bad when I get to cuddle you like this." You whisper tiredly. 

He smiles and kisses you gently, "Try to get some sleep, love."

JUNG HOSEOK:

heeheheheee i luv he

KIM NAMJOON:

"Is it still hurting, babe?"

You can hear the worry in his voice clearly. You clear your throat and whisper into the phone, since you're in the middle of your workplace.

"Yeah, but it's probably nothing." You hear him sigh at that.

"Y/n-"

"Sorry, Hobi. I have to go, my boss is coming."

You hang up and quickly get back to work before your boss catches you slacking off. The rest of your work day goes by rather painfully, with your worried boyfriend constantly texting you to make sure you're still alive.

By the time you're home, your lower abdomen is in so much pain its taking all you have not to burst out crying. You unlock your front door and walk in to plop yourself on the couch in a heap of misery.

Then a series of quick knocks sounds on your door. You barely have enough time to lift your head before you hear it unlock and your boyfriend comes in, his brows creased in worry.

"Babe, I've been worried sick about you all day!" He cries as he hurries over to you. "That's it, I'm taking you to the doctor."

Not even half an hour later, you're at the doctors and explaining everything that's been happening. They do an ultrasound and it turns out that you have an ovarian cyst on your left ovary.

No wonder.

Hobi is diligent on taking notes about how to help you, he listens to the doctor intently, madly scribbling everything that's important.

When you're back at your place, Hobi gives you some painkillers and cuddles you in bed.

"Are you doing okay, Jagi?" He asks every few minutes. You can't help but laugh at how worried he is.

"I'll be okay, Hobi. Thank you for everything."

"You can always count on me, Y/n."

so smol and soft ;-;

PARK JIMIN:

"Are you okay, y/n?"

You turn to your husband at his question. He's holding your hand gently as you two walk through the park with ice cream in hand.

You hadn't realized that you were zoning out. The truth is you aren't okay, you're miserable. You found out last week that the pain you've been having is an ovarian cyst. Namjoon has been a sweetheart and taken care of you as best he can. He's always trying different ways to help you cope with the pain.

"It just hurts a bit." You admit after a moment of silence.

Namjoon nods understandingly, "Do you want to head home?"

You nod and he kisses your forehead gently before tossing his empty ice cream cup in a nearby trashcan.

It only takes a few minutes for you to get home. Once you're there, you pull off your shoes and groan as you hold your abdomen and stumble to your bedroom.

"I'll be in there in a minute, sweetie." Namjoon calls after you.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door opens and you peek your eyes open to see Namjoon slipping inside. He's carefully carrying a little tea cup, walking slowly and sitting next to you as softly as he can. Then he hands you the tea cup when you sit up.

"What's this?" You ask sleepily.

"Ginger tea. It'll help with the pain. I did some research." He laughs shyly at the smile on your face.

You take a sip of the hot tea and hum in satisfaction, "It's amazing. Thank you, baby."

"Anything for you, babe."  

KIM TAEHYUNG:

hot dog hot dog hot diggity dog

"Ok, jagiya. This isn't normal."

Jimin is practically in tears himself watching you cry over your period pain. He knows cramps are painful, but this seems like it's so much worse than usual and he's really worried. But you insist that it's normal for periods to hurt as you lie on his bed in tears.

"But not like this!" He cries, wringing his hands. "You've been unable to move for hours I think we need to call the doctor."

"Jimin, I'm sure it's nothing." You sniffle tearfully and wipe your nose with your shirt sleeve.

He sighs and lies next to you, cuddling into your side in hopes of putting you to sleep. But a few hours later, he's awaken by the sound of your crying. He sits up and gently pulls you to sit up too.

"We're going to the doctors, right now."

~

The doctor told you that you have cysts on your ovaries and that's what's been causing your horrible pain. He gives you a few tips to help and Jimin listens intently.

Jimin drives you back to your apartment and helps you to the couch, then he grabs a fluffy blanket and drapes it over you. After that, he runs to get some pain medicine and comes back to give it to you with some water.

"Thanks Jimin." You croak tiredly. He smiles at you and brushes your hair out of your face, "I'll always be here, Jagi. The medicine shouls kick in soon." Then he leans down and kisses your forehead.

"Get some sleep."

oh pllssss give me a hug. you so cute.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

You smile half-heartedly at a text message from your boyfriend. You checked your phone immediately after you got out of your doctor's appointment. And of course, Tae had already messaged asking if everything was alright and if the doctor had given you any diagnosis.

He was going insane watching you in so much pain every day for the past few weeks. He kept insisting you go to the doctor and you finally did it today. It's a good thing you did, because apparently your pain isn't all in your head like you thought it might be.

Your doctor let you know after some ultra sounds that you have an ovarian cyst on your right ovary. He gave you a few things to do and some supplements to take to help ease the pain, but that's really all he could do until it went away on it's own.

You send Tae a quick text, telling him that you just got out, you're okay, and you will tell him about it at home.

When you get to your apartment, Tae opens the door before you even get a chance to fish your keys out of your purse. You laugh at his wide eyes, "Hey Tae, when did you get here baby?" You ask as you make your way inside and take your shoes off.

"Oh, I came over right after I got out of practice. I've been waiting for you, are you okay?" He asks worriedly, taking your hand as you walk over to your couch and plop down.

"Ohh, I'm fine. It's an ovarian cyst."

The look of horror on his face makes you laugh again. He isn't laughing as he kisses your cheek, "I'm sorry baby, is there anything I can do to help?"

You think for a minute before nodding, "Can you actually grab me the heating pad? It's in my closet."

"Of course!" He jumps to his feet and hurries to grab it. When he gets back, he cuddles into your side and gently puts the heating pad to your abdomen.

"Thanks, Taetae."

"I love you."

oofie it hurts i luv he smile

"Oh baby, is it bad right now?"

Jungkook hurries over to the side of your shared bed the moment he sees you curled on your side, your eyes squeezed shut. You nod, feeling your husband tuck your hair behind your ear and put his hand to your forehead. "What can I do to help you, honey?" He asks desperately.

"I don't know." You whisper hopelessly.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek in frustration. He doesn't understand why the doctors can't just fix everything and help you to stop hurting so much. He knows it will go away eventually, but he can't stand seeing you in so much pain right now.

He sits next to you and continues to brush his fingers through your hair, hoping it'll at least distract you. While he brushes your hair, he calls his eldest hyung. Seokjin always knows what to do.

"Jin hyung, what do I do?"

~

A few minutes later, you feel Jungkook shift and get up from the bed. Then he goes into the bathroom and you hear the tub start running. A little bit after that, your husband comes back in and kisses your cheek, "Come on, baby." Jungkook whispers as he practically carries you to the bathroom, where he helps you undress and step into the warm bath. You sink down, grateful when you realize he sits outside the tub and keeps holding your hand.

"I put some epsom salts in, it should start helping soon." Jungkook whispers softly.

"Thank you, Kook. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie. Now, just relax." He reassures you, kissing your lips gently.

#jeon jungkook #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts smut #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #park jimin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #bts reactions #bts angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts x reader #bts x yn #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook smut #jkjk #unless... #nah im kiddin

[madpanda75]

A fic idea for nevada or Barba where you bring home an abandoned cat or dog and they're just super grumbly about it and don't like it and then end up jealous because you spend all your time and energy with the pet before they eventually come round

First of all, @walkingsnowman, you have the patience of a saint!  I’m combining this with @thatesqcrush‘s request “Pipe the fuck down, asshole” from the “five word prompt list.” Thank you guys soooo much for your requests! I’m sorry it took me forever to write.

Hope you all like this! Get ready for fluffy soft Nevada (well….maybe not so fluffy).  ❤️

Check out Part Two 

“The Negative” Part One

Place the test stick on a flat surface with the windows facing up for two minutes. Following the instructions exactly, you gingerly placed the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter as if it were a ticking bomb, afraid any sudden movements would cause a catastrophic explosion. Staring down at the test, watching the light blue color swirl across the windows, you silently willed time to move faster. Perhaps it was like that old saying, “A watched pot never boils.”

You stepped back from the bathroom counter and sat on the edge of the tub, picking a hangnail and ruining your new manicure. Two minutes. 120 seconds. In such a short span of time, your life could change completely. This shouldn’t have been a complete surprise. It’s not like you and your boyfriend, Nevada, were careful when it came to using birth control. But were you ready to be someone’s mother? Were you ready to start a family? A family with Nevada Ramirez. Trujillo, himself. The King of the Heights. This was all happening so fast.

You glanced down at your phone and saw two minutes had passed. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the counter and picked up the test. There it was, a single vertical line. The test was negative. Rather than breathe a sigh of relief, you grabbed another test stick from one of the several boxes you had purchased that morning, not quite trusting the results from the test you just took. The last thing you needed was a false negative and then end up on a crazy reality show where the women don’t realize they’re pregnant until they go to the bathroom and out popped a baby. Nope, better take a few more, just to be sure.

You took three more tests, it was amazing how you could generate enough pee for all of them . All of the tests read the same result. Negative. You should have been doing the happy dance. It should have felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders, but instead you were disappointed in your body for not being able to get pregnant. Your heart sank.

You quickly threw the tests in the garbage. Sitting on the edge of the tub, you took in large gulps of air, struggling to breathe, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. The room was spinning. You had to get out of that apartment. Grabbing the garbage, you threw on a pair of flip flops, took your keys from the counter and left your home, in dire need of fresh air. After tossing the evidence of your wasted afternoon in the dumpster, you started to walk, ignoring the dark ominous clouds looming overhead.

How long had you been walking? You lost count by the twentieth block. For the past week thoughts of babies had been running through your head: kissing chubby cherub cheeks, tickling your son or daughter’s belly making them laugh and squeal in delight, rubbing your nose against the top of their head, inhaling that sweet intoxicating smell that all newborns seemed to have.

Your mind then drifted to Nevada, trying to imagine what he would look like cradling a tiny baby with green eyes and dark hair in his arms. A sad smile tugged at your lips at the image of him lulling his child to sleep with a sweet Spanish lullaby, completely transfixed by the life you both had created. But then reality crept back in, ripping the image from your broken heart. In one day, one line, one result stole that dream away from you and replaced it with fear and uncertainty. What if you could never get pregnant? What if Nevada didn’t want a family?

Nevada may have been terrifying to most people with a pulse but not to you. He surprised you in so many ways. You also surprised him. He realized early on in your relationship not to be deceived by your beauty. You were as tough as nails and gave just as much attitude as he did.

You continued walking, the sky getting darker and darker. A breeze whipped through your hair. You wrapped your arms around your body, shivering as raindrops began to dot your thin tank top. A sudden clap of thunder made you jump in your skin.  The sky opened up and rain began to pelt down. You were drenched in a matter of seconds. While everyone ran for cover, you slowly made your way back home, not caring about the rain or anything else in that moment when a tiny mewl caught your attention from an alley beside the sidewalk. The tiny whimpers could barely be heard above the claps of thunder rumbling from above.

You headed into the dark alleyway, weaving around dirty puddles and garbage, trying to find the source of those pathetic noises. “Hello?” You called out before realizing what a fool you must have looked like in that instant, sifting through debris between a Chinese restaurant and a bodega during a rainstorm in search of God knows what. Thankfully, no one was around to notice. Lightning sliced through the sky, illuminating the space around you followed by another loud boom of thunder. You yelped and jumped back, your legs bumping into a small wooden crate covered in soggy newspapers. The crate yowled in response. You bent down and tossed the old papers aside finding a pair of large glowing eyes staring up at you.

*****

Nevada paced back and forth around the living room, glancing outside at the sheet of rain pouring down. He reached into his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes. Shaking one out of the carton, he lit the cigarette and held the smoke in his mouth for a long moment, enjoying the deep burn he felt in his throat. Although you had a hard rule about not smoking in the house, Nevada needed this. The nicotine helped to relieve the tension in his muscles. He had been on edge since early that afternoon when he came home to find you gone. Normally, he wouldn’t think anything of it but when he spied your cell phone and purse on the kitchen counter, he knew something was wrong. You always took your cell phone with you, even if you were going out for a jog around the block.

Nevada may have been King of the Heights, but he certainly didn’t get there without making a few enemies in the process. What if something happened to you? Nevada reached for his phone and called one of his men that he had sent out to troll the neighborhood for you. “Any sign of her?” He asked when his goon answered, taking another long draw from his cigarette.

“Not yet, jefe. We searched in all her usual hangouts,” the man replied.

“Keep looking,” Nevada growled and hung up the phone. He grinded the stub of his cigarette into a discarded magazine on the living room table. “Fuck this,” he muttered, getting up and grabbing his jacket. Nevada was an impatient man. He felt useless and ridiculous standing idly by. Trujillo was not some teenage girl sitting by the phone on a Saturday night. No, he would take matters into his own hands and go look for you himself. He grabbed his keys and opened the door, running smack into you.

You were shivering, soaked to the bone. “Y/N! Where’ve you been? I was just about to go look for you. Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Nevada grabbed you by the shoulders, looking you over for any signs of blood or injuries.

“I’m fine,” you softly said through chattering teeth. “Just decided to go for a walk.”

Nevada stared at you incredulously, ushering you inside. “In the middle of a thunderstorm. Estás loca? Look at you, you’re freezing!” He rubbed your arms, trying to bring some warmth back into your body, ignoring the giant wet black ball of fur you were clutching to your chest.

“It wasn’t raining when I started to walk. Anyways it’s a good thing I went. Look what I found.” You held out what Nevada thought was the ugliest looking animal he had ever seen.

He scowled and backed away. “What the fuck is that?”

“What do you mean “what the fuck is that.” Haven’t you ever seen a cat before?” You turned the cat to face you and made a kissy noise. “I found him in the alley next to Empire Szechuan. Isn’t he cute,” you cooed, bringing the animal back up to Nevada’s face.

Cute wasn’t exactly the first word Nevada would have used to describe the filthy four-legged beast. The cat looked worse for wear. If that thing had nine lives, he definitely didn’t have many left. Chunks of black fur were missing from his body, a piece of his right ear appeared to have been bitten off and perhaps the most unsettling were his eyes. Two mossy green eyes that were crossed. The damn cat couldn’t even see straight.

“He’s…..he’s something, alright,” Nevada slowly said and stepped away from the cross-eyed, mangy feline.

“Can we keep him? Please? He’s all alone in this world. He doesn’t have anywhere to go. He’s an orphan.” You pouted your lips and batted your lashes at Nevada, giving him big doe eyes while bringing the cat up to your cheek. The feline purred as he nuzzled against your face. “Pretty please, Vada.”

Nevada sighed and looked up to the ceiling in defeat, knowing he would cave. You were his kryptonite. He would crawl to the ends of the Earth just to make you happy. “Fine,” he grumbled and rolled his eyes.

“Gracias, mi amor.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, walking past him towards the bedroom, cradling the cat in your arms. “Come on, Vegas. Let’s go get ready for bed,” you cooed.

Nevada whipped around. “Vegas?!”

“Yeah, his name,” you replied, motioning to the cat. “It’s cute, right? Plus I thought it fit cause you and him are very similar. He’s like a mini-Nevada. You wear black, he’s all black. You have green eyes, he has green eyes.”

Nevada frowned at the idea of being compared to a stray animal. “Yeah but mine aren’t crossed.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not funny, Papi. You’re hurting my baby’s feelings.” You snuggled up to the critter and went into the bedroom, leaving Nevada alone in the middle of the living room. He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, listening to you talk to the cat from the other room. You were acting strange. Something wasn’t right, he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

*****

At some point between your walk and coming back home, you started your period. After putting in a tampon, you washed your hands, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling completely betrayed by your own body.

“Oye!” Nevada called out from the bedroom. “You ok in there?”

You sniffled and wiped away a few stray tears that had managed to slip out. “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.”

You walked out of the master bathroom and crawled into bed. Nevada rolled over and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him, your back flush against his chest. “Mmm, you’re still so cold, baby. Want Papi to warm you up?” He slowly began to kiss down your neck. His fingertips trailing down your arm, inching closer to your thigh. He hummed in appreciation while roaming your form. His growing erection rubbing against your backside.

Most nights played out like this with you and Nevada unable to keep your hands off each other. You couldn’t get enough of him, he was like a drug to you. But tonight was different, feeling yourself stiffen under his touch. You didn’t need sex, what you needed in that moment was to be comforted. You turned to face him and grabbed his hands. “Vada, not tonight. I’m sorry. I’m just….not in the mood. Do you think you could just hold me?”

“Of course.” Nevada cupped your face, gently stroking your cheek. There was such sadness in your eyes. A deep despair that unnerved him. “Are you ok?”

You gave him a tight smile and nodded. “I’m fine,” you lied. “I just want to be held, that’s all.” You rested your head on his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart under your ear, your fingers tracing each one of his scars.

Nevada wound an arm around you and rested his cheek against the crown of your head. He had just closed his eyes when he felt a pair of sharp claws digging into his chest followed by a meow. “Oye no!” He scolded when a pair of crossed green eyes looked up at him. “Cats sleep on the floor.”

“Please, Vada. Just tonight. Just this once,” you begged and reached out for Vegas.

He gave you a stern look. “Fine, but just tonight. I mean what if that thing has fleas or something.”

“Vegas doesn’t have fleas,” you said, scratching behind his ear. “He’s perfect.”

The cat made himself comfortable between you and Nevada, circling a few times, his butt getting right in Nevada’s face. “Carajo!” He groaned as the cat’s tail whipped his nose. You giggled and gently took Vegas in your arms, laying your head back on Nevada’s chest. Between the cat and your boyfriend, you finally were able to fall asleep after a long day.

*****

For a tiny cat, Vegas seemed to take up a lot of room. To make matters worse, he also had a preferred sleeping spot— the top of Nevada’s head. Everytime Nevada plucked Vegas up and placed him on the floor, he would jump right back on the bed and get in the same position. This continued throughout the night, until Nevada moved to the living room to sleep on the couch. His efforts proved futile when the cat promptly followed him and leapt right on top of his head yet again. By that point, it was 4 in the morning and Nevada had given up on sleep. Instead he got up and dressed, deciding to leave early to go to the club, thinking he would double check the books and maybe squeeze in a nap on his office couch.

Later that afternoon, Nevada opened the door to your shared home, utterly exhausted. Walking into the foyer, he tripped and nearly broke his neck on a large plastic mouse. Muttering a curse under his breath, he picked up the object in question and tossed it into the living room where he saw the entire floor covered in cat toys. His jaw dropped, eyes widening as he drank in the scene before him. Plush balls, squeaky fishes stuffed with catnip, laser pointers, and cat teasers littered the floor. Nevada cautiously stepped over the toys as if he was in a minefield. He continued to walk through the apartment, noticing a few tiny ridiculous outfits strewn on the dining room table and a deluxe multi-level kitty mansion right next to the television. If it wasn’t for the pictures of you and Nevada adorning the walls, he would’ve swore that he was in some sick twisted version of cat utopia.

“Nevada? Is that you?” You shouted.

“Yeah, I came home early.” Nevada followed the sound of your voice to the kitchen. You were standing at the sink giving Vegas a bath. The cat looked pitiful and less than pleased to be dripping wet. “How was your day?” He asked, warily eyeing the soaking feline while he opened the fridge to grab a beer.  

“Vegas and I had a big day. Didn’t we, snookums?” You wrapped a fluffy towel around Vegas and rocked him back and forth. “We went to the vet to get a checkup and then stopped by the pet store to pick up a few things,” you said in a high-pitched baby voice, your eyes never leaving the cat in your arms.

Nevada nearly spat his beer out. “A few things?! Carajo, Y/N, it looks like you bought out the whole store! We could open up our own pet shop with all this stuff.” He grimaced and nudged a stuffed toy bird with his foot causing it to squeak.

“Well, we want our baby to have the best.”

“I guess,” he mumbled, picking up one of the several prescription bottles on the counter. “What’s all this?”

“His medication,” you replied nonchalantly, drying off Vegas and setting him down on the floor.

Nevada snorted a laugh. “Medication? You gotta be kidding me. You sure you didn’t hold up a pharmacy? Since when does a cat need pills.”

“Animals need medication too, Vada. Vegas just needs a little extra that’s all.” You shrugged and began organizing the orange bottles. “There’s his flea and tick medication, allergy medication, medication for his heart murmur and liver, medicine for a rash he may get as a reaction from the medication he has to take for his heart murmur. It’s all basic stuff really.”

“Coño, my 95 year old abuelita doesn’t need this much medication,” Nevada mused. He gently pulled you towards, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a firm kiss on your lips. “Listen, mi amor. This whole cat thing,” he said, waving his hand in the air. “If you want a pet so badly then why don’t we just buy you a kitten or a puppy from a good breeder or maybe an easier animal like a beta fish or a sea monkey. You know, get you a pet that isn’t so sick. Maybe a cat that can actually see straight and has both ears intact,” he teased.

You frowned and vehemently shook your head, moving out of Nevada’s grasp to finish clearing away the pill bottles. “No. I’m not abandoning Vegas. He can’t help that he needs all this medicine. Just because someone is sick or their body doesn’t perform the way that it should, doesn’t mean you just throw them away like trash.” You continued your rant while furiously scouring the sink, your eyes glossy with tears. “Maybe Vegas knows that his body betrayed him but he’s dealing with it. He’s trying his best with what he has. He may have hopes and dreams but his body prevents him from achieving them. That doesn’t mean we give up on him.”

Nevada furrowed his eyebrows in concern at this sudden outburst. He placed his hand over yours and tilted his head to meet your gaze. “Hey, we won’t get another cat, I promise. I’m just worried about you. You’ve been acting weird. Is there something you want to tell me?” He gently ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes pleading for you to tell him what was wrong.

You almost confessed everything to him but you just couldn’t. You were afraid. Afraid of how he would react to the news that he almost could have been a father. Afraid of saying out loud that you wanted a family and that it may never happen. “I’m fine. Just tired,” you whispered, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from crying. “I’m going to go take a nap.” You walked past him and went to your bedroom.

Nevada stood in place, listening to the door shut. He wanted to follow you and demand to know what was wrong, but he couldn’t move. Nevada was never one for emotions and he felt ill-equipped to handle this situation. Typically it was the other way around, you were the one encouraging him to talk, breaking down those walls he had built up around his heart.

In need of something stronger than a beer, Nevada grabbed a glass and some scotch from the kitchen cupboard. He poured himself a drink and went to the living room, tossing aside some catnip toys before sitting down on the couch. Nevada downed the first glass, relishing in the sharp burn as the amber liquid went down his throat and poured himself another. Vegas jumped up on the table, staring at him with his crossed green eyes.

Nevada glared at the feline. “The fuck you looking at.”

Vegas narrowed his eyes and brought up his paw, ready to swipe the expensive bottle of scotch off the table. Before Nevada could say anything, the cat moved his paw and sent the bottle flying. Nevada glanced down at the broken bottle, the alcohol seeping into the expensive rug underneath the table. “Me cago en su madre,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

The next few weeks tested Nevada’s patience. Apart from the lack of sleep and finding hairballs all over the house, Vegas had also decided to forgo the expensive scratching post you had bought and clawed up one of Nevada’s favorite leather jackets instead. It took all his strength not to stuff Vegas in a bag and toss him over the Washington Heights bridge. On top of the feline frenzy surrounding your household, you had distanced yourself more and more from Nevada, focusing all your attention on the cat. Anytime he tried to get close, you would take a step back, shutting him out completely. This was also the longest you had ever gone without sex, typically you both were like rabbits. Nevada was frustrated in more ways than one, quickly reaching his breaking point. It was only a matter of time before he exploded and the truth would eventually bubble up to the surface.

*****

“Babe, ven aca! Look what I can do!” You called out from your comfortable spot on the sofa. Nevada walked into the living room just as you were taking a plate of chocolate cake and balancing it on your swollen belly. “Ta-dah!” You smiled and threw your arms out.

“Coño que talent.” Nevada snorted a laugh before furrowing his eyebrows when he saw you take a huge bite of cake. “Hey, is that the last piece?”

You froze mid-bite, your cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. “Maybe,” you managed to say with your mouth full.

“I knew I should’ve hid it,” he teased and shook his head.

You swallowed and swiped some frosting on your index finger, beckoning Nevada to come closer. “Awww, you wanna taste, Papi?” You smirked, spreading your legs a bit.

Nevada moved the plate to the table and hovered over your frame, sucking the chocolate frosting off your digit. “Mmmm.” Licking his lips, he leaned forward, placing wet wanton kisses up the gentle slope of your neck. “Have I told you how sexy you look pregnant,” he purred in your ear.

“Everyday for the past 7 months.”

“Cause it’s true. I can’t get enough of you.” Nevada continued to kiss down your body, playfully biting down on your nipple through your thin t-shirt.

You softly moaned, losing yourself in the moment when you felt your baby girl stretch in your womb. “She’s kicking.”

Nevada smiled and pushed up your shirt, placing his hands on your bump. “Oye, this is your Papi speaking. Can you hear me?” He stared at your stomach in amazement, watching it move as she kicked against his palms.

“Houston, we have contact.” You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

Nevada dropped a tender kiss on your belly, softly caressing his child’s home. “I can’t wait to meet you, mi princesa. Papi loves you so much.” You smiled and closed your eyes, listening to him talk to the life that was growing inside you.

You opened your eyes and sat up. It was early, light only just beginning to peek through the windows of your darkened bedroom. You glanced down at Nevada asleep next to you before placing a hand on your flat stomach. It wasn’t real. Just a figment of your imagination, a cruel joke your dreams had played on you. A soft sob escaped your lips. You had been so happy, floating on air only to come crashing back to Earth.

There was no way you would ever be able to fall asleep now. You got out of bed and changed into a pair of leggings and one of Nevada’s t-shirts, deciding that a run might help clear your mind. You stepped outside into the cool morning, stretching your arms above your head before beginning an easy pace. Each slap of your foot against the pavement brought you some sense of clarity, some form of escape. You ran harder and faster until all you could comprehend was the sweat beading off your face and the burn in your lungs.

*****

Nevada was in a deep sleep, a rarity as of late, when he felt a pair of sharp claws pawing at his head and a black tail swishing in his face. “Get off,” he muttered, swiping the cat away with his eyes still closed. He rolled over and reached out for you, only to find rumpled sheets. Figuring that you were in the kitchen making breakfast, he tried to fall back asleep but Vegas had other plans. The cat pounced on top of him and began batting at his chest.  “Y/N! Come get this fuckin’ cat,” he groaned, getting up with Vegas in his arms, placing him on the floor.

Just as Nevada had fallen back asleep, he heard the most pitiful meow coming from the bathroom. The meows became louder and more obnoxious. “Pipe the fuck down, asshole!” Nevada growled and covered his head with a pillow to drown out the sound but it was no use. He got up again, ripping the covers off and stomping over to the bathroom to find Vegas with his head stuck in the cupboard under the sink. The cat wiggled its body, trying to escape as it cried for help.

“Stupid cat. How the fuck did you do this,” Nevada grumbled and crouched down to open the cupboard. “Y/N! Get your–” Nevada began to shout, pulling the cat out of the cupboard when he saw something that silenced him immediately. There in Vegas’ mouth was a pregnancy test. The cat dropped the test stick in his hand and scampered off. It was still in its wrapper. Upon looking deeper into the cupboard, he found a whole box of tests that you had hidden. Nevada fell back on the floor, completely stunned. All of a sudden your odd behavior these past few weeks began to make sense.

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[theangrypokemaniac]

Baby Vulpix are born with a solitary white tail, which reddens and splits as it grows.

Given the conversion to Ice we must forgive the lack of colour, but the ends sticking together is inexplicable.

Perhaps it's tangled with perspiration, as a furry fox embellished with fluffy pouffes is not best equipped to deal with a simmering climate.

When Fire, and thus possessed of an inner furnace, such outer decoration is easily borne, but losing his type means it's nothing but a burden for these endless summer days.

If he became Ice to cope, why not shed such bothersome apparel? What benefit is there in retaining a fur coat?

Perhaps the transformation is yet to reach fruition, and we are witnessing merely a stage midway, before it drops off.

The correct crown plumage is three tight little curls above a small fringe, but here we find a most dishevelled appearance.

It smacks of a want of propriety.

Why any creature should don a toupee of albino pubes shall remain a mystery. Clearly they are no longer of sound mind.

I blame the diabolical influence of those wicked polyps sprouting from his ears.

Polyps grow in the cavities of a cat's head like the toadstools of Satan.

If they aren't removed they bore into its brain!

Are you blind? What's that there then?

I thought Ninetales had nine tails.

A matted bush with seven straggling ends wafting in the breeze.

The lack of separation is less of a concern when one realises the billowing quality equates to having no solid form.

He's lost his bloody tail bones, man! That bastard sun butchered him!

Like Parasect, the parasitic colonisation is complete, with polyps responsible for Ninetales's degradation from vindictive lunatic to feeble-fannied pacifist.

Remember Normal Ninetales? The regal reincarnation of nine noble saints who, were he offended, delivered eternal curses upon the perpetrator?

And it wasn't just a temporary punishment? It wasn't even for your lifetime?

It doomed generation after generation of your descendants, lasting ONE THOUSAND YEARS!!!

How does Alola Ninetales compete?

He'll douse you cold water.

No! The last thing I need is a cool down!

Well, if he's annoyed, if he's really, really, thoroughly ticked off, you'll be frozen.

And instantly thaw.

He's got that skin. Or fur even.

Meowth don't brown in sunlight. He greys. What was brown bleached to white.

Last year, when Sadism and Masochism still ran, I was up to me teef in posts praising Velma's mutant pussy, because Team Rocket can do no wrong, apparently.

A creature of alien grey, with a smug, squashed mush and Betty Spaghetti limbs, carved from the rubberiest lump of Kraken ever washed up on the shores of Siberia, was treated like a treasure, a faultless jewel we are honoured to behold.

However, as the S & M sesssion finished, I discovered that approval of Alolan Meowth is an extreme minority view.

Well yer could've fooled me!

What did we learn?

A. T.A.P. is in the majority at last!

B. Tumblr gives a really skewed idea of the wider fandom.

This hot stuff's a bitch eh?

Soon as touching the innocuous cat, it dived in his back and reorganised his spinal column, bipedal abilities serving as such a fine defence against sunburn, which is why fat-headed Persian loses it again.

I hope Game Freak did remember that our Meowth is the exception, and the breed aren't meant to walk upright.

It's very sloppy record-keeping otherwise.

Forget silly notions of black felines browned by prolonged sunbathing, what really goes down is cream darkening to grey, whilst any ruby gemstones they may possess becomes royal blue, obviously.

Persian was drawn in an identical stance to the real one to assist identification. I can't say I'd know without that visual clue.

Grey and blue? Has Persian, playing by his own rules, developed hypothermia?

He's a maverick, man! Petty laws of nature are meaningless to this cool cat!

As for his unfortunate face, it has swelled to painful proportions in the sizzling environment, like a woman's lower extremities.

It shows why a certain representative of the race lashed out by beating up Litten, besides intentions to eat or mount Popplio.

His features group together under the gravitation pull of the Ultra Wormhole secreted inside his skull, caused no doubt by baleful polyps.

Yer gotta watch 'em!

Ah, and where is the ambulance service striving to cure every Persian of this double malady?

There isn't one, 'cause they don't care.

Yeah, well he'll have the last laugh. That loaf is still a-growing, and one day will explode, unleashing said cosmic damnation upon the heartless savages, atomising all before it.

Sandshrew mate, yer getting hefty.

And then they'll be sorry!

I'll have you know I'm retaining water to survive.

Retaining pies more like.

Sandshrew can't abide damp, choosing to reside in dry areas well away from any substantial precipitation.

How exactly it crossed the sea to small series of islands surrounded by more sea is a mystery, but happen it did.

A creature of such taste should head inland, far from the shore, to a dusty landscape, the sort found on Akala Island.

What did it do?

He clambered the peaks, where much moisture awaits, snow being water, and stayed until ice colonised his person.

And got ears like an igloo.

Makes total sense for a Pokémon with an aversion to anything cold and wet to rush straight for the source.

Plus, that girth suggests piling on the fat to cope with a habitat it selected.

Oh no, that's a coat of steel. Definitely not ice. It's just bluish white and shimmering, like ice.

On an Ice Pokémon. But no ice here.

Shivering in a blizzard compelled it to develop a thick metal hide? That'll be useful when Alola goes to war and needs ammunition for the cannons.

A freezing, inflexible suit of armour not only works wonders against frostbite, but Sandshrew will sweat to death should it descend to the places it used to live.

The eyes are partly on its old face, but now overlap onto the ridge, meaning his eyeballs are bent in half.

One does expect sand and sand-related features from a Sandslash, such as Ground powers.

But a pangolin's gotta avoid the Chinese somehow, and so up he went, climbing them thar hills, whereupon his spikes, previously a natural fibre, transformed into steel stalagmites, and over that came an icy epidermis.

Trap up there forever, and blind!

Roasting conditions suffice to make mischief by melting rocks, so what befalls types weak to heat?

If Sandslash goes to sea level, his back will vaporise in the first blast of said dread inferno, leaving him vulnerable, just as the wet markets like 'em.

Worse, his upper limbs are not affixed to his body. Via the flimsiest joint, they're glued to the ice thanks to its adhesive effects.

It's as one often sees when scamps, walking to school, lick a lamppost upon a winter morn.

And soon regret.

Whence comes the thaw, his arms is gonna fall off, and then what defence can be mustered against the People's Republic?

AND, given his head is also majority cone, as it breaks, his skull will crack open and his brains tip out!

No wonder they're goin' extinct!

#Pokémon #Vulpix #Ninetales #Meowth #Persian #Sandshrew #Sandslash #Alola

[loi-et-love]

SZ: hi.

first thing first..... T H A N K S ....for so many things... talking to me, being nice to me (even when i was pain in the ass) .... being frank and open..... talking whatever came to your mind (well that you do with everyone) ..... answering to some long emails... with equally wrong emails....

you know i had drafted a mail earlier but had to delete it ... thought might as well write something new and fresh..... and this is what you have done to me ..... When i have free time .... i think "let me write to aditi" ..... sometimes..... i even wake up in the middle of my sleep to check...... if there is any message from you.... but unfortunately only calls or messages i get then at that time are from GC .... some how he just knows when i am busy.... or sleeping in office hours and he will call me..... the joke i tell my mom is "if i want GC to call me ..... i should sleep" and hola ...tring tring ....

initially when we started talking...... i did want to know why is she talking so much to me .... but then i let go of it ..... realized later you are talkative.....

i dont talk to many people..... and i dont remember when i had written 100 odd emails .... to someone ...... i guess there have been days when we have completed more than 50 odd emails in a single day.... like today we are already near 42......

two reasons i dont talk to many people in office is 1) my last name: they have pre concieved notion about me and feel uncomfortable talking to me ...... and i dont like when people are uncomfortable .... and they do make it previous obvious

2) whatever little interaction i have had with some ..... i just dont connect... i dont feel the need to ... or in simpler words..... i dont find anyone else interesting enough

yes i like you,.... want to know you..... but i want to know you at your pace and your convenience .... i am not in a hurry..... but then its like you kind of sweet like an ice cream..... and i get worried... what if it just melts away .... so i want to know things about you......

all those questions hanky panky and all is just to get you open up..... as i always say.... i was also 24 for one full year..... and i know things that happen.... i am no saint either.... and i had a car since i was 16..... so had my share of back seat action too....

sometimes...... its obvious that i am the distraction .... that keeps you away from ex......... sometimes.... its just that ... you have too much stored in yourself ...... and you dont have the channel to release it all..... so you just treat me like an "agony uncle" or lets say punching bag.... i am ok with that.....

And you are currently occupying lot of my mental space..... whether is sleeping or awake ....

like today i didnt need to send the photo which i sent in morning ...... or didnt need to think about you when i saw rainbow ..... didnt need to go for walk ..... i went yesterday also .... the reason : well yesterday i knew you would be busy from 6-7 while driving to go home and today i knew you would be sleeping while i was awake so i thought might as well go for a walk

talking sarcastically or flirting or being funny is natural to me and so is the serious attitude.... seen a lot of things in life....

you dont like flirting we can always stop.... it will be difficult but i can stop.... no more checking out .... btw its not the ass which i check out first in a lady....... its something else

chalo will send across this email when you are back from lunch..... and done with your work

ohhhh last thing ..... you are B E A U T I F U L ....enjoy have a nice day .

I: God!! nobody is ever going to let me read this email with full concentration. *angry face*

Will you stop thanking me?? I didn't do anything FOR you. i'm selfish that way. So stop!! I did everything because I wanted to. I didn't do any favors for you. I talk to you because i like talking to you. I'm nice to you because you have been nice to me (no indecency). I'm frank and open... Well, that's just who I am. I speak my mind. And I respond to your long emails because I love talking to you and I love long emails. Long emails signify how much willing you are to talk to me. It shows your effort, that you are ready to type so much because you so much to say.

Maybe you can send me that email you deleted. I would want to read everything you type to send me because that's what you wanted to say to me.

I know how you feel. you have done the same thing to me too. I was late for lunch and made Kaalu and H sir wait becasue I wanted to finish writing an email to you.

It's true that I am talkative but I don't talk soooooo much with everybody. I'm friendly with everyone but not everybody is my friend. So, I talked so much with you because I chose to and not because I have a compulsive need of talking.

And BTW you spoke to me first. I had my seat changed and you had asked me something. I think you had asked me what I do here, etc. and then why my place was changed. I remember it was dark and there was nobody in the office except you and me and you were filling your water bottle and laughed (that cute laugh I love) when I told you that because French Translator and I talk a lot they changed my place. (I know it was silly of me. I didn't even care that you're a C (last name) and I shouldn't have and I should've maintain a decorum with you)

"i dont talk to many people" Tha'ts what Kaalu said, you don't talk to too many people. And if you talk, nobody hears your voice. So, it's more or less like you don't talk at all.

And those days are the best days where we write over 50 emails to each other.

I know why you wouldn't talk to people here in OIA. I saw and felt how lonely you are. and then you talked to me one day and I felt "god! ye accha baat karta hai. Decency toh baapre.. chalakti hai!! Has a nice soothing, amazing voice. English mast hai." And then Idk how and when I started talking to you. I don't remember. All I know is that I must've blabbered a lot for no reason, forcing you to be in the conversation. Do you remember how I started talking to you so much after you spoke to me once? (answer me) I actually you spoke to me twice. once ws in the elevator when we were going down. I think we started talking about cars and books when we would leave. And then you would advise me like an uncle to drive safe and use this direction than the one I use. Ufff... how annoying I found you then!! Treating me like I'm 10!

So, as i was saying i thought u r introvert n shy n lonely n dont have many friends here. but i was happy to see you chitchatting with anand sir then.. Sometime in february i think. I was relieved..

I don't understand what preconceived notions they would have about you.

People know you're C because you speak THEIR language. (That's how I found out). I would always see you talk with Kapil. And I wud make a face like why does this man have to talk to him (Atul), bichara.. paka raha hoga Atul ko! But then i found out u r a Chaturvedi and I slapped my forehead. Like whyyyyyyy............... But then your last name never felt like a hindrance for me. You last name never bothered me. Is that strange for you? (answer me)

So, you know how I feel about you not being here right now? So, you know how I feel about you leaving? There is nobody interesting in this office. There's nobody who reach my standards and actually hold a conversation with me. You have no idea how ecsatic I was to talk to you everytime!! I would wait for NL to leave so that I could talk to you. But you would shoo me away like a dog.. :( That did hurt me when you continued to do it for a few days but I didn't say anything because i know you didn't mean it

You have to ask questions to know me. Don't ask me questions about what hanky panky I have done. I won't answer that. i don't kiss and tell. I told you about Aditya. I told you I have daddy issues. You figured out I have trust issues. It takes time to get to know people. And it's more fun when you get to know them as the time passes by. Fast-fast karne me koi mazaa nahi hai. I have been very fast in my life and i've realized this now and i always prefer to go slow.

I want to get to know you too. You conceal so much behind this fluffy (hehehe) exterior. But it takes time.

You are not the distraction. Dude. I have many distractions. Do you think you are the only person in the office I flirt with? Think again! Yeah, it's true that you are the only person I actually enjoy flirting with!! ('im not buttering you up here)

Nobody can keep me away from BB. BB and I... We have the strangest chemistry. We wouldn't talk to each other for months (which felt like years) and we'd gravitate back to each other. It's just how it is. Nobody can stop what's happening between me and him. and you're not a distraction. I don't use humans anymore. not that person anymore.

This is true "you have too much stored in yourself ...... and you dont have the channel to release it all" But you aren't my agony uncle or punching bag. I have just been awfully mad at you, once !! Just once!!.

You are just completely different for me. You hold the weirdest place in my life. Never anticipated to go this far. I didn't know you'd give me your number and i would chat with you like its the end of the world!!

And you are currently occupying lot of my mental space..... whether is sleeping or awake .... --> i don't want to ruin the moment, but i do do this to alot of people. What you said in another email that i have made your boring life here in OIA, interesting and now you look forward to it. There was this intern (also Adi, he's a southernese) he too said the same thing. He wasn't somebody who would talk a lot but with me, we would talk for 9 hours straight for 2-3 weeks! He didnt have any work and nor did I. and he still cannot believe it. Yeah, so i do have an effect on people. (I won't say i dont enjoy it. i jsut hope it turns out to be a good experience for them)

If you thought about me when you saw the rainbow, then i think of you everytime i see XUV on the street. I wait for you to text me on whatsapp. I come to work and I check my email first for any email from you.

Today when i came to work, i really thought that you're lying n u have come back n you'll come to work today.

" it will be difficult but i can stop" --> really? it'll be difficult???

What's the first thing you check out in a girl? and what's the first thing u checked out in me?

"ohhhh last thing ..... you are B E A U TI FUL ....enjoy have a nice day ." --> i have to hug you for this. There's a way of saying things. it also matters who is saying to you.

I'm too disturbed after wat NL said yesterday. I jsut want to go to him anymore.. i'm not Veena or Marina. Nor do I behave that way (although i did speak things with you, i hit on you, that's different. but really, i didn't do it with NL)

"ohhhh last thing ..... you are B E A U TI FUL ....enjoy have a nice day ." --> you made my day. (you too have an effect on me, okay. you just don't realize it, although I say it out loud so many times) this made me smile shyly. main sharmati nahi hu.. thank you :*

#personal #SZ #AC #love office affair