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wonijin · 10 months

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NEWJEANS WITH A CRUSH

how newjeans act when they have a crush

TAGS: headcanons. pure fluff. set in highschool.

KIM MINJI

• lowkey highkey a chicken

• her crush was so obvious even the school janitor knows. her eyes practically shoots hearts at the sight of you. her face lights up like a child opening presents when you're in the same vicinity as her

• one of the prettiest girl in the school but when you talk to her she turns to the lamest of losers

• can act a little more normal when she's around friends. but when its just the two of you, her steps are a little slower and she's a little more hyperaware of her surroundings. but her smile is undoubtedly wider and everything about her just glows.

• she just smiles at you like a fool, sometimes she forgets to even breath. you can run your mouth but she's too busy daydreaming for your words to register in her mush of a mind

• but she tries to recover by inviting you on study dates sessions. where you both never really study and just end up getting kicked out of the library.

• her friends were quick to get tired of the pinning. the secret glances and the fleeting touches were so painful to watch they had to intervene.

you sit idly at the swings, staring at the families and couple around you. the sun paints the park in orange glow. hearing footsteps behind you, you turn around to meet minji's eyes.

"hey," she greets as she sits beside you. "what did you want to meet up for?" she asks you and she looks so cute with one of her eyebrows raised and her lips in a small smile.

you furrow your eyebrows at her. "i was about to ask the same thing. you're the one who gave me a note saying you have something to tell me." you reach to your left pocket to take out a yellow note.

she watches you cautiously, her gut already forming a hunch. she could see it from a mile away. but its too late.

minji takes a note that looks similar to yours out of her back pocket. she watches your face attentively, witnessing how the gears on your mind twisted and turned before the realization dawning on you. she averts her eyes shyly.

"guess we got played, huh?" you smile bashfully. and minji's lips turned upward automatically.

suddenly, her face turned blank and at the corner of your eye you see her fists clench on her lap. she didn't look serious or nervous, just blank and frozen. yet, her eyes bore into your soul.

in her mind, minji thinks its far too late to turn back. there's no point in doing so even if she can anyway. you were here and she was in front of you. only a fool would let a chance like this go to waste. minji is a coward but she is no fool.

"i like you."

PHAM HANNI

• she would throw herself off a cliff before confessing her feelings. no, not because she's scared to be rejected. but she wants you to be the one to confess.

• flirts with you every opportunity she gets. and if there isn't any she makes one. her day cannot be over without seeing your blushing face.

• every time she compliments you its paired with a hug or a kiss in the cheek just to show she means it with all her heart

• then she teases you for being so flustered because she's cheeky.

• always touching you one way or another. whether it be linking your pinky fingers or leaning her head on your shoulder. you name it.

• hanni would be doing everything in the book apart from confessing. she doesn't mind how long it takes, she'll get you to confess to her.

• however, she does drop hints to speed things up. like making you sit through thousand of rom-coms. and when one of the protagonists profess their undying love, she always wonders how being confessed to feels like.

you sit at the couch with hanni curled up beside you. the two of you were wrapped in a fluffy blanket while the empty bowl of popcorn is nestled between hanni's arms. you don't know it but hanni doesn't move to place the bowl to the coffee table because she fears that moving an inch would make you remove your arms around her.

a familiar scene comes onscreen. you know this part, it's the scene where the main characters confess their feeling to each other. "we've watched this so many times. i can literally recite this scene word for word," you keep your gazed fixed on the screen.

"really? say it to me then," hanni's reply came natural, like she practiced saying that line a thousand times. your head snapped to the girl beside you to find her already waiting for your eyes.

"let's see it then," she challenges. her smirk ever widening. you yield.

"i love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. i love that it takes you an hour-and-a-half to order a sandwich." you recite the first two lines with the help of the actual movie, turning to it every time you forget a word.

your gaze fell to hanni one more time, and the lines came naturally flooding at the top of your head. yet, the words got stuck on your throat for a moment as you see her watch you with a fond smile. "i .. i love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like i'm nuts."

"i love that when I spend a day with you, i can still smell your perfume on my clothes," your smile fell slowly word by word. your heart skipped at the realization that the words, no matter how unoriginal, came straight from your heart.

hanni looks at you, overjoyed. her heart swells at every syllable that leaves your lips. she'd hang every star in the sky just for you.

"and i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night," you finish. and only then did you realize how close your faces are.

a silent second pass consisting of the sound of the forgotten movie in the background.

"i meant it. every word," you confess.

"took you long enough"

MARSH DANIELLE

• she's the first one to realize her crush on you. because she's that in tune with her emotions

• dani tries to make it obvious. and in hindsight it is.

• she leaves cute notes at your locker filled with pink hearts. that asks about your day, or reminds you to eat and never lets you forget to take care of yourself

• miss marsh makes time to talk to you everyday, going out of her to meet you no matter how inconvenient the situation is to her. her class might be at the other end of the school but she'd still show up to bring you a cup of coffee or tea.

• but you still don't notice any of her advances. and its starting to frustrate her.

• but could she blame you? she is friends with the whole school. it was only natural to think you were of her many close friends who she enjoys the company of

danielle walks besides you. you glance at her for a moment and god she is so bright. the sweetest. she shines as radiant like no other. and the best part is she's right beside you.

"thank you for always walking me. you're such a nice friend," you think at how she's been nothing but nice ever since you've met her. an angel.

you look back towards danielle to see her frowning at you like you just cursed at her. "what's wrong, dani?" you ask a bit worried at her sudden mood change.

"a...friend,"she mumbles the word to herself in disgust. her eyes on fixated on the ground.

"yeah? im glad you consider me close enough of a friend. i mean you have so many friends,bi just think im lucky," you say like its so obvious. and danielle finally meets your eyes, they held disappointment.

you were denser than she thought. or were you just deliberately looking the other way. her minds is breaking in two thinking of all the reasons why you still have not caught on to her intentions yet.

"i didn't think you were this oblivious," she says straight to your face and you were about to take offense when you realized you had no idea of what she's complaining about.

"well, why don't you stop sulking and tell me what the problem is so we can fix it, dani," you wait for her response eagerly. what has made sweet danielle so irritated. you ensure revenge on anything anyone that dares to harm precious dan-

"its you."

"what did i do?" your words came out like a cry, putting your hand on your heart dramatically in shock.

"you're too stupid to realize i like you."

KANG HAERIN

• poor girl never realized she had a crush on you.

• everything just came natural. she didn't think of you as a friend yet the thought of being your lover never crossed her mind either. and she never stopped to think what that meant

• she never missed your presence because she tries to follow you everywhere. although she resembles more like a lost puppy rather than a shadow.

• before everyone knew it, she was acting like your girlfriend. all the while she is still unaware of her own feelings.

• one day, she just start sitting with you during lunch. and from that day forward, you both eat together. sometimes in comforting silence, other times in quiet chatter.

• she didn't even notice she was waiting outside your classes just to walk you to your next.

• haerin needed the words of others to finally know what she's been feeling

"here. let me pay," you took your wallet out you pocket and opened it. suddenly, haerin placed her hand on top of yours.

"no. i was the one who invited you," her hand snatched the bill quickly. and when you tried to reach get it out of her palms, she puts it out of your reach.

thankfully, night time meant there were only a few people in the cafe. but that doesn't mean your little squabble didn't get their attention though.

"nope," your hand pulls her arm back gently. "come on, give me that."

"come get it then, shortie," she laughs at your attempts. haerin's heart jump as you try to get closer and closer. your hands brushed with her for a second, her skin tingling where your touch met hers.

"look, why don't we just split the bill?" you relent, you knew haerin too well to know she'd never hand that booklet over even if you attempt a thousand times.

"give up already?" she teases but she puts the bill down. and you take this chance to grab it and run to the cashier, handing her your money swiftly.

"come on, that's so unfair," haerin complained as she walked over to you, admitting defeat. she would've run to chase you but a part of her wanted to see the victorious smile adorning your face.

"shut up, loser," you stuck your tongue out. you look back towards the cashier who is looking at the both of you with a small smile. "oh to be young and in love again."

"oh- uh- we're not, actually we're...yeah," you fumble, making the old woman in front of you laugh.

"oh, i know." she smiles at you mysteriously like she knows something you don't. she hands you the receipt and you bow at her one last time before exiting the cafe.

you look behind you to see haerin deep in her thoughts. "hey don't mind what she sa-"

haerin puts a finger on her lips, "shush, i'm thinking." you roll your eyes playfully at her but still giving her silence like she wanted.

haerin's thoughts drift from the little ache she tries her hardest to ignore when you're away to the way her heart drums in her ear when you're near.

everything felt like a puzzle finally coming to place. well, she would've come to this conclusion on her own but she was too occupied pinning over you to notice. she wasn't shocked, more like "aha!"

haerin's hand caught your wrist to stop you from walking. the moonlight illuminating your confused face. she looks at you, chill and cool as ever. as if she'd let her voice waiver at a time like this.

she says in the steadiest voice like the words were as natural as uttering her own name, "i think i like you."

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sturniolowhore · 1 month

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☁️ DON'T TELL MAMA

"come here both of you! you're gonna fall," chris' voice sounds across the hallway as he chases his two children, amara and kai, but it is rather evident he doesn't want them to stop, finding himself amused at the situation more than he would like to admit it.

"daddy you can't get us!" amara laughs as she holds tightly onto kai's hand, pulling her younger brother with her and smiling at the giggles escaping his lips.

of course, chris can most definitely easily catch up with his kids but he is enjoying their excited squeals far too much to end them so quickly. eventually though, he tackles the two of them into his arms before tickling them one by one and grinning at their squirming and yelling.

"daddy's got you," he laughs, swiping his fingers softly and struggling to fight off the delicate swelling of his heart as he sees the two of them having the time of their lives.

"too much daddy, 's too much," kai giggles uncontrollably, pushing his dad away and gasping for air through his laughter whilst forcing himself to push harder.

chris stumbles back dramatically and the smiles adorning his kids' faces are certainly enough for him to act as though they are far too strong for him.

"come on babies, let's go watch something," he uses his right hand to hold amara's hand and his left hand to hold kai's, leading them to the living room where the soft couch welcomes them instantly.

"can we watch pongebob?" kai asks, unable to pronounce the cartoon properly but still sounding ever so adorable as he settles onto chris' lap without so much as a second of hesitation.

amara huddles against chris' side, wrapping her small hand around chris' free hand that isn't holding kai in place. chris nods his head quickly as a means of reply, using the remote amara hands to him to search the show on the tv and relishing in how eager his kids are to watch something he too loves more than anything.

"oh, i like this episode," chris comments, bouncing kai on his thigh lightly because he can see his eyes begin to droop shut despite him wanting to watch the cartoon the most in the first place.

"remember we can't tell mama we stayed up this late okay?" chris tells them, making sure to ingrain the message yet again because he knows his wife will not allow him to hear the end of it if she finds out.

"we promise," amara says on both their behalves, interlocking her pinky finger with her dad's immediately before lifting kai's finger and leading him to do the same.

it doesn't take long at all for kai to fall asleep, his little arms wrapped around chris' neck and his face squished into the crook of his dad's neck. amara giggles at the sight, toying around with her dad's fingers with her eyes glued to the screen.

amara has this strange habit where she refuses to blink when she watches a show, trying her utmost hardest to keep her eyes open. chris notices her doing it once again and sighs a little, making sure it's entirely inaudible to his daughter because he doesn't want her to think she's a burden of some sort that he can't handle, even when he's scolding her.

"ammy?" he says and she turns to him with a small smile, nodding her head so he can continue speaking, "what do me and mama say about keeping your eyes open for too long?"

amara widens her eyes at the reminder, a little spark of fear flickering through her eyes as she answers chris, "it's gonna make it go super big."

chris can't help but laugh as she uses her fingers to demonstrate the large eyes and he hums, "mhm and we don't want super big eyes, do we?"

amara shakes her head no rapidly, going back to watching spongebob and blinking far more frequently than need be to prevent herself from keeping her eyes wide.

"daddy?" she asks him loudly after a while with a yawn and chris shushes her a little so that she doesn't wake up kai in the process before signalling for her to keep talking.

"why can't we tell mama?" she whispers ever so quietly to the point chris almost misses her words completely.

"because," he rubs their intertwined hands together before proceeding, "i'm letting you guys be grown ups and grown ups are very good at keeping secrets."

"really?" amara asks excitedly, her eyes gleaming at the prospect of being treated like a grown up by her dad which honestly melts chris' heart.

"really, we have to make sure mama doesn't know her babies are big, strong adults hm? out little secret," he encourages her and she smiles widely at him, another yawn leaving her and telling chris she's on the verge of falling asleep.

he pulls her closer to his side and begins to stroke her head with his hand lightly, listening to her adorable yawns until they eventually stop and light snores can be heard in their place. his plan is to laze around for a few minutes before putting the two into their respective beds but he accidentally ends up falling asleep, his kids glued to him and a delicate smile plastered across his face as he holds them tightly.

truth be told, he doesn't even hear his wife come home from work, completely missing her entrance to the living room as his eyes remain closed and consumed with rest.

she smiles at the adoring sight, quickly grabbing the remote to switch the tv off before pressing a soft kiss to chris' forehead. she follows this by pecking kai and amara's cheeks and then, as per usual, capturing a little picture of the scene on her phone so she can look back on it and show her miniature family whenever she pleases.

when she goes to lift amara to place her into her bed first, chris stirs awake and instantly notices his wife smiling endearingly at him. he returns the gesture and makes her bend her body slightly so he can kiss her lips.

forcing himself to get up, he continues to hold kai in his arms as he takes him to his bedroom, tucking him into bed with a gentle i love you and paired kiss.

he makes his way to his shared bedroom and finds his wife already seated on the bed, discarding her work clothes with an exhausted look. he approaches her calmly, sitting behind her on the bed and moving his fingers to massage her shoulders lovingly, making her sigh contentedly.

"i missed you baby," he mumbles and she relaxes further into his touch, ridding herself of her rings as she takes in his words.

"i missed you too honey," she responds before turning her head to look over her shoulder at him, "but that doesn't mean you can get away with letting them stay up so late."

he offers her a sheepish smile, kissing her shoulders as an apology and moving her hair to one side to press multiple pecks to her collarbone. he knows she's acting annoyed but she can't stay mad at him, especially not when the first thing she saw as she entered their house was that adorable.

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seaofwine · 6 months

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What do you like about the Odyssey? Besides some entertaining episodes (e.g. Circe or Calypso), I've never really been able to get into the Odyssey as a whole (I find the first 5 books especially dull). The Iliad really speaks to me more.

It's hard to really pinpoint what I like most about it but I love to talk about the Odyssey so I hope you like long posts hahaha

The first five books act as the exposition. When the Iliad ends, there's a general understanding that most of the surviving characters made it home. Menelaus and Helen have reunited, the catalyst for the Trojan War has been resolved. Agamemnon traversed the sea and made it back, and although he was killed by his wife Clytemnestra, there is no question about where he is; unlike Odysseus.

Telemachus has spent his entire youth without a father. When he finally decides to set out from Ithaca to find any leads on where Odysseus is, he is confronted with the fact that most everyone else has been accounted for. He sees Menelaus and Helen, the order of their kingdom, the comfort they have in each other and the bonds they have restored. Telemachus has known nothing but uncertainty, while his mother is forced to weave lies and deceptions to keep the suitors that plague their home at bay. The first five books really show how important one man can be when he is utterly lost, and what it would mean for everyone who loves him should he be found. These books also show the close interest that Athena, as patron of Odysseus, takes in his family. She steps into the chaos of Ithaca and gives Telemachus the inspiration to embark on his own journey, chasing the ghost of his still-living father.

When we finally reach Odysseus, he is not the same man that those who knew him in Troy described. They are the closest Telemachus can come to knowing what came of his father, but even they are separated by nearly a decade and the breadth of the sea. Penelope hasn't laid eyes on her husband in twenty years, there is no overestimating what that can do to a person's memory. Odysseus's first action is to cry. When finally Calypso is forced to allow Odysseus to leave, by order of Hermes, he makes his own raft and leaves at the first possible moment. He is fighting against the will of Poseidon, against the wrath he incurred, all alone. He has lost every single one of his men, every single person who could ever vouch for his identity, in a world where no one could recognize him, is gone. Despite this, he is still fighting to get back to Ithaca.

Odysseus is so utterly human in the text. When he is hosted by Alcinous, Odysseus asks the singer there to recount the story of the Trojan Horse. It's like landing at the doorstep of a stranger who graciously allows you to stay and immediately asking his DJ to play *your own* greatest hits - which in turn only upsets him. This also sets up the dramatic reveal of his identity (I like to imagine him looking around like, you guys remember this one? Yeah that's Me, I pinkie promise. Please give me 4000 drachmae and your best oarsmen (: ).

He recounts the story of how he got so utterly lost on the way back and one thing the Odyssey will tell you, to your face over and over again, is that Odysseus is a big time liar. But for some reason, his tale is so compelling it's hard to remind yourself of that when hearing it for the first time. Some points are so beyond baffling (like striking Polyphemus in the singular eye the poor sod has, and then once to the safety of his boat (which is on open water, the domain of said cyclops's father) loudly announcing his full gods-given name and mailing address, just in case anyone missed who it was) that it's like, yeah that was probably exactly what he did. This is the section of the story where we see Odysseus as he sees himself. This is his own reflection of the actions he made and the troubles that befell him because of it.

Odysseus is such a complex character that one of the epithets he is given is "polytropos", the many-faced or many-sided. Odysseus and his relationship to his own identity, which he can shed and don at any point that's convenient for him, is one of the main reasons I am obsessed with his story. This, and the exploration in an ancient text about what a close relationship with a deity, is something I am constantly thinking about.

#odyssey #ask #odysseus #i just really love him ok? ok

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katemartinismywife · 29 days

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me and you - k.a

☺︎ kk arnold ☺︎

It was finally girls night out and Nadia was having the best time of her life. She had been working so hard during practice and she needed this. All she wanted was to go out and have fun but with her special someone next to her.

She knew that wasn't possible though. KK wasn't fully comfortable officially committing to Nadia. KK had explained to her that it wasn't because she wanted to hoe around it more so the fact that she really liked Nadia, but she wasn't over her traumatic past relationship.

Nadia completely understood, but she also made sure that KK understood that it meant that Nadia was single and could act single. KK didn't like it, but she knew it was only fair.

Nadia wasn't completely miserable at the party, but she wasn't having the best time. She missed Kamorea deeply. KK was in the area, but it wasn't the same. She wanted her next to her, holding her hand and showing affection. But she wasn't there.

Kamorea sat on a bar stool watching Nadia. "I don't get you KK" Paige whisper yelled watching KK stare at Nadia. "Nadia is in love with you and you love her, but you won't lock in?" Kamorea didn't know what was going on.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do. "Just do it. Nadia isn't like your ex Kamorea. She's Nadia. She would do anything for you. Don't lose her all because you're scared of getting hurt" Paige told her rubbing her shoulder.

Kamorea downed the rest of her sprite and walked over to Nadia. "Can we talk outside?" Nadia nodded allowing for KK to grab her hand and walk her outside. "I'm ready" KK rushed out stopping at the end of the driveway.

"What?"

"I'm ready... I want you Nadia and only you. I trust you" KK told her pulling her down to sit on the sidewalk with her. "I don't know what to say Kamorea" Nadia sighed placing her head on her knees. "I know it is out of nowhere, but I've missed you and I realized how much better my life is with you in it Nadia"

"I know KK, but can I ask you a question?" Nadia turned her head to look at her. KK moved her body so she could be closer to Nadia. Both girls stared at each other eventually allowing for their hands to join together.

"Why weren't you ready a month ago?"

"Truthfully I was scared. I love you Nad and you make me happy. Losing that would break me so bad. I just can't handle that, but if that's what it takes to have you now then I'm going to take it." KK spoke kissing the back of Nadia's hand.

"Okay.."

"Okay?"

"We are doing this.." Nadia held her pinky out smiling at KK. "Me and you?"

"Me and you"

#wcbb #oc #uconn #wlw #kk arnold #kamorea arnold #fluff #paige bueckers

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nina-ya · 4 months

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Hiii lovvie hope your doing super well. As request are open may I request Nami and robin, boa hancock x male reader with a cute personlity,just too sweet. And loves giving hugs and kisses all the time. In headcanons if thats okey with you.

Thanks in before hand❤

A/N: ooo my first request for the op girlies i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! Pairing: Nami x Male!Reader, Robin x Male!Reader, Boa x Male!Reader CW: None WC: 918 Nami:

Nami is initially taken aback by just how sweet you are, but she quickly warms up to the affection, especially when you officially become her boyfriend.

You likely have a million cute nicknames for her, and the act of coming up behind her, wrapping your arms around her, kissing her cheek, and calling her the most tooth-rottingly fluffy nickname has her blushing like a fool, making her day absolutely perfect.

You seem to have a sixth sense for knowing exactly when she needs a hug or a kiss. For instance, after working tirelessly to keep the crew safe from an unexpected weather event, even though she seemed fine, she's truly okay when you bring her in for a hug, holding her tight against you and praising her amazing work.

You are the only person who is not a victim of her endless amount of debt, leaving the rest of the crew jealous of you.

If you thought the jealousy stopped there, wait until the crew finds out that Nami frequently spends her money on you. She gives you so many gifts, and she is absolutely elated to show you what she got on her shopping sprees. You always respond in kind by accepting every gift with a million kisses planted across her face.

She isn’t shy about PDA, so your affectionate personality will not be hidden. Be prepared to always hold hands with her, constantly give her kisses, and receive kisses as well.

Nami takes on a more dominant role in the relationship. If anyone ever bothers either of you, she would be the first to bark out some form of retaliation, defending both of you. You could jump in as well, but good luck with that—Nami has already scared off the foe.

Nami loves teaching you about the weather, map charting, or anything of the sort. She sees how enthusiastic you are about her interests, and it just pushes her to ramble on into the late hours, showing you bits and pieces of the things she knows best. By the end of it, you could honestly become a navigator on your own.

You are the best boyfriend Nami could ask for, and she would not change a thing for the world.

Robin:

Robin greatly appreciates your sweet and affectionate nature. Your hugs and kisses never fail to bring a smile to her face, and she will always reciprocate with gentle touches and kisses of her own.

One of her favorite pastimes is sitting on your lap, reading a book while you read something of your own. Don’t (do) ask her about what she's reading though because you will have her wrapped around your finger. It's adorable watching her shift in your lap, turning to you to ramble about the contents of her book, and you just sit there, staring with complete and utter infatuation. Who knows what she's rambling about? All Robin knows is that she is very happy to have a boyfriend who is willing to listen to her interests.

You both always look out for each other. Constantly bringing each other snacks and drinks, dragging each other to bed after a long day, and patching each other's wounds up after battle, you two are just the cutest.

Robin is not the biggest fan of PDA. She would rather keep to pinky holding or light touches, but she would never deny you if you were to give her kisses on the cheek.

She truly appreciates the way you can make her smile and laugh at any and all times. You are her ball of sunshine.

Robin is utterly in love with you, and you better cherish it because you will have no better girlfriend than her.

Boa:

Catch Boa showing you off whenever she can. She will absolutely parade you around, arms locked, her leaning against you, staring at you with heart eyes, making everyone jealous of you.

Outwardly, she is the more dominant one in the relationship, making all the calls for you, but just give her a kiss on the cheek, and watch as she crumbles apart under your touch.

No one understands how you’ve managed to get the Pirate Empress wrapped around your finger, but you did it.

She is a huge gift giver. You can’t leave her alone for one second without her coming back giving you the most extravagant gifts. And she loves that you always respond to her gifts with a smile on your face. You are just the absolute sweetest, and she adores it.

She love love loves the affection from you. You have to hold back the kissing and the cuddling unless you actually want to send her into cardiac arrest.

Boa is so protective of you and gets jealous very easily. You were nice to that random girl who said hi to you? You can't help it! It’s in your nature! Too late though, because that girl is already turned to stone. You are only hers, and you just have to accept that you can't breathe in the presence of other women unless you want them to get turned to stone.

It’s okay, though. You can find a workaround by reassuring her, holding her close, and lining her body with kisses and muttering phrases to ensure that she is the only one for you and you are going nowhere.

Boa really does appreciate and love you. You have captured the most beautiful woman in the world's heart; don't you dare let it get away.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #nami #nami x reader #nico robin #nico robin x reader #nico robin one piece #robin x reader #boa hancock #boa hancock op #boa hancock x reader #Nina Writes~✦

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miheartsedthings · 2 months

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Part Four

SFW Modern x Fem Reader

Summary: After a pregnancy scare, you and Billy are finally using protection. You had no idea the emotional toll a potential pregnancy would take.

Warnings: Angst, blood/injury, aggression, toxic relationship

Words: 2610

The two of you had been having a good week, no arguments, a few nights of sneaking out to see each other. He grumbled everytime he had to put a condom on, but you’d go down on him to sweeten the deal. Taking him into your mouth always shut down his complaints. There was peace between you. That is, until the night of a party.

“Nancy, please come with me, these girls hate me.”

The two of you stood together at her vanity. A little pre-party ritual had formed between you, wherein you’d go over to her house well before you needed to with a duffle bag full of potential outfits and spend hours getting ready. Nancy would never admit this, but she loved piecing together an outfit for you and she had a special flare for color. You were dressed, and she’d just finished telling me the latest drama between her and Steve, plus whatever weirdness her brother seemed to be hiding. (He and his friends kept talking about a mausoleum.) Now you’re dressed and ready and Billy is on his way to pick you up and you’re dreading it. Nancy looks up from clearing off the vanity.

“I doubt they hate you.” She said, “They probably just want Billy’s attention.”

You sat on the bed, your stomach turning.

“Maybe, but it’s terrible, Nancy. These girls will act like they like me when Billy is there, but the second he lives,” I snap my fingers “they flip, they start asking me these insulting questions, giving me back handed compliments, the meanest one will just straight up say she doesn’t understand why Billy likes me over her and just list a bunch of reasons she thinks she’s better than me.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah, and the worst part, honestly, is that I’m so gullible sometimes that when they start in being nice, ya know, being normal human beings, I actually start to believe they mean it. Like, I start to think maybe we could actually be friends. Then Billy moves out of ear shot and it’s the same shit all over again, they’re psycho.”

“What makes you think it’ll be any different with me there?”

“Because we’ll be together. We can ignore them and do our own thing. I just don’t wanna do that by myself again, it’s so lonely. Billy’s always hanging out with a bunch of assholes, doing keg stands and shit. Don’t really wanna be around that, either.”

Nancy laughs.

“It didn’t seem fun from what I can remember. Gosh sometimes it still amazes me that you ended up with Billy, I mean he can be so obnoxious it’s not even funny.”

Your mind flashes back to the other week in the car.

“I know. Trust me, I know.”

She sits beside you seems to think about it for a while.

“Couldn’t you just stay here tonight?”

“I wish. If I don’t go to the parties Billy…”

“He gets upset?”

“Yeah.”

She made a face.

“But he doesn’t even hang out with you, he ditches you for his drinking buddies.”

“I know. I think it’s just like…he wants to show me off, maybe?”

She rolled her eyes.

“But then he doesn’t defend you from these girls.”

“Well, to be honest, he doesn’t know about it.”

Her eyes go round.

“I know, I should tell him. I just get embarrassed.”

She shook her head.

“I love you, but if I’m gonna come to one of these gross parties you at least have to tell him what’s up. I mean, maybe if he knew they were bullying you he wouldn’t make you go.”

I sigh.

“That’s fair. How about this, I’ll tell him tonight, you come with us for a little bit but you and I leave early?”

She considered it.

“How early?”

“Like, before everyone even shows up. The burger shop will still be open, that’s how early.”

She smiled.

“I can do that, but you gotta pinky promise to tell him.”

We linked pinkies.

“Swear.”

When Billy comes to pick you up, Nancy waits at the door while you go over to the car. He’s looking incredible and the car is full of his cologne. Before you can think, he pulls you over into a kiss, and you’re wrapped up again in him. His pull like the sun’s gravity. When you separate, your mind is slightly clouded, making him smile.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

His voice is liquid silk.

“Hey.”

Then, you remember Nancy.

“I invited Nancy to the party.”

He throws a glance over your shoulder.

“Yeah? So?”

“So, she only agreed to go if she and I leave early.”

His smile fades.

“What the fuck for?”

You fiddle with seat buckle.

“Eh, I don’t like going by myself. Those girls are…”

“You’re never by yourself.”

“You’re always with the guys somewhere.”

“Am I supposed to babysit you the whole time?”

You roll your eyes, agitated with how defensive he’s being.

“No, You’re not, that’s why I’m asking Nancy. What do you even care? It’ll be the same for you.”

“You leaving early isn’t the same for me.”

You’re surprised to hear him say this and for a moment you can’t think of a reply. It had never occurred to you that Billy might be attached to the idea of you being there at the party with him. Thinking back on it, he always did seem eager to get you alone after the parties, cuddling up in the backseat for at least an hour afterward.

His jaw was tight and you looked at your hands, unsure of what to say to convince him. Other than the truth. The embarrassing reality of your exclusion from the girls that made up his pseudo friend group.

“Those girls hate me.” You let those words hang there for a while, expecting him to say something but he doesn’t. Maybe it isn’t a surprise. “As soon as you leave the room they say all these shitty things to me and I end up alone somewhere until you’re ready to leave. It sucks.”

We sit there for a minute, metal music playing at a low volume as he leans back against the seat, frowning.

“Ya know, Wheeler, Harrington…none of them want you with me.”

“It’s not like that.”

He chuckles bitterly.

“She’s clutchin her pearls everytime I come around.”

“Billy it’s just one party.”

He looks at you, anger suddenly burning in his eyes.

“No the fuck it’s not,” his tone is low in that menacing way of his, and he takes his time getting the words out, making sure you feel them. “You tell her shit you don’t tell me.”

His eyes burn, but you don’t look away. To look away would be to acquiesce and you can’t back down at all. Not when he’s like this.

“Do you care that your stupid friends make me feel like shit when you’re not looking.”

He breaks away first, sighing, his head drops back against the head rest, his jaw tensing as he mulls over what you’ve said.

“Fine.” He says, “But I’m driving you. Can’t have you wondering around drunk.” You can’t help smiling a little. Then, you lean over give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks.” You say softly. His eyes have cooled.

“Yeah,” he says, you wave Nancy over and she starts down the driveway. “By the way, they’re not my friends.”

The plan is working so far. As usual, Stacy, Bridgette and Katie were stuck to Billy’s side in an instant. Stacy cood at the sight of you, pulling you into a hug.

“I freaking love that skirt, you’re so stylish.” She said.

“Nancyyyy, it’s been so long, girly, where have you been?” Katie looped her arm with Nancy and leaned into her, blowing her vodka breath all over us.

“Hey,” you offered, your tone limp. Billy looped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into a kiss. A long and rather gratuitous one that lasted quite a while, hushing the idle chatter around you. You smiled against his lips and when he pulled back he was smirking.

“See you soon.”

He winked before taking his leave, the crowd seemingly parting for him as he followed the loud whooping of boys in the back yard.

Stacy’s expression is so tight it’s almost comical. Her neck turning red, one of her blue eyes clinched tighter than the other. She looks at you like she’s actively shitting a brick.

“Socewt.” She squeaks.

“Thanks.” The word pops out bright and sweet. A cherry on top.

Then, you and Nancy took off for the kitchen, laughing so hard you couldn’t breath. It kept you entertained throughout the night, through two cups of vodka cranberrys and dancing. Nancy explaining again why she and Steve were on the outs. All was well, and calm, and even fun. Until you heard a shriek. Eyes turned in the direction of the frantic gaggle of voices coming from the backyard and your stomach dropped.

You knew with a sickening certainty, that Billy was involved. You rushed through the living room, pushing through the gathering crowd with Nancy right behind you until you reached blood. A long splatter stretching across the brick patio. Stacy sat weeping, blood gushing from her mouth, her teeth coated in red. Her friends flocked around her, pressing tissues to her lip and trying to smooth her mangled hair.

Little cuts striped up her arms and legs and her bare feet were dirty.

Billy stood aloft, looking down at Stacy with a bland indifference and a cup of beer in his hand.

“What the fuck?” someone said.

“She biffed it.”

Eventually, her friends got her up, blood stained down the front of her dress. You crossed the patio, avoiding the blood.

“What happened?”

Billy’s cool eyes turned to you and he shrugged.

“She fell.”

“Fucking nose dived,” one of the guys said, laughing. Your eyes were still on Billy, who’d gone back to drinking his beer. A chill ran through you. Nancy’s hand picked up yours and you turned to see her stern gaze.

“I’m ready to go.”

It’s quiet in the car, except for Judas Priest and Billy drumming his hands on the steering wheel. He’s behaving like nothing was wrong while you and Nancy are shocked into silence, both of you wondering the same thing; what happened to Stacy? You glance back at Nancy and she raises her eyebrows, begging you to ask before she does.

“What?” Billy asks. He catches onto everything.

“Nothing, just…” you sigh “What happened to Stacy?”

He shruggs.

“She fell. Like I said.”

“Yeah but how? Did she trip?”

He chuckled, looking back and forth between you and the road.

“You think I did something to her.”

“Did you?” Nancy chimes in. He doesn’t answer her. His eyes keep returning to yours.

“See?” He asked, referring to what he'd said earlier.

“Just tell us what happened.”

He shook his head, laughing bitterly.

“Is it that hard to believe it wasn’t me? Really?”

“You don’t inspire much confidence, you have to admit,” Nancy added, at this I shot her a pleading look, but it was too late, Billy was setting into his anger.

“Oooh, I see,” he nodded, his jaw set “Good old Hawkins morality, missing kids, narcoleptic sheriff, housewives just ITCHIN to fuck anyone other than their borning husbands.”

“Alright, Billy, we believe you,” you say. He goes on as if he hasn’t heard you.

“Some bitch trips over herself at a party and I’m the fuckin problem. Like she wasn’t an idiot before I got there.”

“Why is it such a big deal for you to just say what happened?” You asked, raising your voice for the first time all night. He looked at you, his face turning red.

“She’s wasted, alright?” He’s yelling now, his voice booming above the music. “She comes out lookin for attention like she always fuckin is, gets up in the rose bushes trying to do some fuckin stupid dance or some bullshit, twirlin around like an asshole, and the fuckin dummy fell!”

The car fell silent. You sat back in your seat, wiping your burning eyes. You’re embarrassed more than anything, that Nancy saw that. When you pull into the parking lot of the burger place Nancy hops out without a moment’s notice. She waits for a moment beside the car, and you roll down your window.

“You go ahead,” you say, “I’ll be in in a minute.”

You offer a smile, but her worry doesn’t evaporate and you hate it. You hate that she’s seen the worst of him again.

“It’s okay, Nanc.”

She swallows hard, and hesitates before heading inside. You roll the window up again and lean back, settling into the quiet for a moment while you think of what to say.

“You think just like her.”

Billy’s voice is quiet, and when you look at him he’s looking out his window.

“...I hate when you yell at me,” he doesn’t react, and you reach over to put a hand on his thigh “But I believe you.”

He shakes his head, and when he turns back to face you his eyes are red.

“You didn’t wanna tell me about the baby.”

You’re taken aback by this.

“I…I thought you’d be upset. And I didn’t wanna worry you if it wasn’t true.”

“You think I’d do something to her…you think I’d do something to you.”

You’re shaking your head. Insistent..

“No. Billy, I swear. I know you’re not like that.” You hesitate, and your eyes fall to your lap. “To tell the truth, my mom got to me. She’s always saying you’d leave if something like that happened and I just didn’t wanna risk anything.” You look at him, find him watching you. Listening so patiently. He’s angry, of course, but he sits there with you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Maybe I don’t always trust you like I should…but there are some things we need to change. I mean, do you remember that day in the car? You made me cry.”

He faced forward.

“Yeah. I did.”

“Do you care?”

He looks offended.

“Yes, I fuckin care.” he says.

“Well,” You leaned over and took his hand into yours, enclosing his fist between your palms. “I will work on trusting you more, but you have to work on staying calm. You can’t start yelling everytime you get upset.”

His eyes linger on your hands, the way you’re holding onto him. He licks his lips and sighs, his face finally returning to a normal color. You wonder how much strain his anger must take on his body and for a moment you worry for the longevity of his heart.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, alright. Fine.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled you into a hug.

“I know you’re a good person,” you say gently into his ear. “That’s why I love you.”

He pulls back, seeming stunned at your words and searching your face for confirmation. You smile, touching a hand to his cheek.

“Billy. I love you.”

If only there was a way to capture the look on his face. The raising blush and gentle awe of his lips falling slightly ajar. Beautiful. You kissed him, knowing better than to think he’d say it back. That night ended with you and Nancy sharing a burger and fries. Billy drove around town for a while before swinging back around to drive the both of you to Nancy’s place for the night. He even offered Nancy a lukewarm apology and she received it just as stiffly.

You had your work cut out for you when it came to Mr. Hargrove. But you were ready for it.

To Be Continued...

Thanks for reading~

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findoesstuf · 18 days

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Now I'm curious why twilight let ponies abuse pinkie. Was it to purposefully break bonds so noone could fuse with her?

Tbh I thought they'd just quarantine her and slide her meals under the door...why hurt her?

You’ve got it down, although some details I have added. At that point nobody had seen Pinkie around much, as Twi had been keeping her close in order to protect her, as she had seen what had happened to Apple and Rainbow. Rarity was also around, but knew how to spot infected and contaminated ponies, and also knew how to keep her distance. However, Spike hung out with her because he had figured out how to as well, and they were very cautious around each other, so it was safe. However, Pinkie had no self control and even when promising to stay away, she couldn’t help herself, nearly getting infected many times (some of which I may explore, bc in this AU, I love Pinks!). Twi made the decision to throw her in isolation, and told the ponies of Safe Zone to stay away from her, and visit when only needed, like food. In order for Pinkie not to be sympathized with, so then no pony would let her out, Twi had to tell them that she was insane and feral, but acted like a sweet normal pony to confuse her victims. She said that Pinkie had done the same thing to her, but there attacked Twi. Twi had made a fake wound for good measure. However, some reckless ponies (mostly male young adults trying to show off and become higher in ranks) decided to make risks and go into her enclosure to get an excuse to fight and say they won. So they went off and continued to abuse her, but the information never reached Twilight or some pony with sense to tell them to stop. It went on until Pinkie lashed back out. Twilight didn’t know about this, because both her and Rarity had been infected, and accidentally started fusing (at this point she had been studying other ponies’ failed infections to see how Apple and Rainbow could successfully fuse without turning into a monster, and her and Rarity got attacked), and that’s when Spike and Fluttershy took over. That’s about where we’re at in the story!

In short: Twi didn’t intend for the SZ Ponies to hurt Pinks, but they ended up doing that to boost their ego and pride, even though they could’ve died. Twi didn’t know about the abuse at all, and couldn’t have now. I’ll add more about what happened after if y’all are curious! Send more asks!

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Hello! I love your writing so much!!!!

May I request something along the lines of reader and Joey are friends and had a drunken one night stand and she finds out she’s pregnant and they decide that they will co-parent when the bébé is here but they fall in love during the pregnancy? (Only if you’re comfortable writing it tho) thanksies a lot ♥️

ok so this request fed me an ENDING and its the most awful thing because i like to let my mind wander and come to my own conclusions, so, sorry anon, but i only used the first half of your request and i dont care if you're ok with that or not... ok love you :) bye Wordcount: 5K

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“I need to talk to you,”

It wasn’t as pressing as we need to talk, but the urgency felt the same when you said it.

“Alright,” Joe had sounded a little confused, but he had no reason to not take you seriously when he heard your tone.

“Not over the phone, face to face,” you clarified, biting a piece of skin by your nail, and ripping a chunk of it off.

“Is something wrong?” Joe asked, his concern growing.

You stared at the positive pregnancy test in front of you on the coffee table.

“Could you come over now?”

The two of you hadn’t been in a room alone since that night. You had both agreed it was such a dumb mistake, one you’d never speak of again – you promised it, and then you made Joe pinky swear you, to really lock it in.

You’d been vulnerable, drunk, and emotional after a date ghosted you, and Joe had been there with kind words, empathetic eyes, and soft hugs for you.

He spent that evening telling your friends, who only wanted to know what was wrong, to leave you alone, and you’d felt all protected by him.

It turned out to be lethal mixture, all of it combined, and it hadn’t scared Joe off when you had said through laughs that one particularly tight hug had given you fanny-flutter. Instead, he’d gone, “Yea? Feel this,” and had guided your hand onto his semi.

You’d left the party immediately.

Afterwards, you’d been just fine within groups. It was easy to pretend you hadn’t heard the noises Joe made when you’d been wrapped and clenched around him, when you were surrounded by other people who steered the conversation.

Joe used his acting skills to make everyone believe he’d never even thought of you that way, all sweaty and panting between his sheets and underneath his hands. But if the two of you crossed paths in an empty kitchen when getting drinks, or in a hallway as you waited for the toilet, it was awkward.

You would be all nervous laughter and Joe would be all tensed shoulders when there wasn’t at least one other person in your presence that you could both latch onto so you wouldn’t have to talk to each other. Avoidance wasn’t the right word, but careful consideration of who you’d be around at social settings was something that kept the both of you on your toes.

Therefore, calling him now, just a little over a month after that night, was odd. And you asking to talk to him face to face in private even more so.

“Hey, you alright?” Joe seemed like he’d rushed, not entirely out of breath, but definitely breathing heavier through flared nostrils. It was obvious that you’d been crying.

“I don’t think we are,” you answered, and Joe curved his eyebrows.

We?

You didn’t know what else to do besides just show him. You lead the way over to your coffee table, let yourself fall onto your sofa and reached for the pregnancy test you’d taken a couple hours earlier. You rolled your wrist to hold it out for Joe to see, who seemingly forgot how to breathe entirely.

“What the…” Joe said when he finally sat down next to you, eyes still glued to the blue plus sign on the small display. “Is it…” Joe finished the rest of his question in his mind: mine? You understood what he meant.

“Sort of has to be,” you answered, revealing you hadn’t had any other sexual partners since him. And, if you were honest, it had been a dry couple of months leading up to that night, as well. It was one of the reasons why it all had played out the way it had in the first place.

“Oh, right,” was all Joe managed to say as he carefully placed the pregnancy test back on the table in front of you, leaving the two of you to stare at it there.

The same whirlwind ravaged through both of your minds as you remained silent for a while.

“What, um... what do you want to do?” Joe was the first to break the silence, eyes not pulling from the plastic device on the table in front of him.

“What do you think we should do?” you passed the ball right back to him.

“I don’t think I get much say, to be honest,” Joe said, and you disagreed, but you knew what he meant and appreciated the sentiment. It would’ve been much worse if he’d demanded you’d do exactly what he wanted for himself, you recognised.

You sighed deeply.

“I don’t know what I want,” you then honestly said, and turned your head to look at Joe. “I’ve got a scan tomorrow, I’m sure they’ll tell me all the options then,” you refrained from saying my options or our options, because both those options sounded far too confrontational.

“Tomorrow?” Joe found your eyes. “Is that not… I don’t know, a bit soon for a scan?”

“It’s been 10 weeks,”

Joe’s brow furrowed and you could see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he did some mental math.

“Not technically, but apparently, they count from the last time you’ve had your period, so, they scheduled me in their first available slot, which is tomorrow afternoon, at a quarter past three,”

You’d just learnt all this information yourself literal minutes ago when you’d phoned you GP mid panic attack. It had been just over six weeks ago that you’d woken up naked in between Joe’s sheets with your legs tangled together and your mouth dryer than you’d ever felt it, so you knew that biologically, you couldn’t have been pregnant for 10 weeks. But your GP hadn’t cared when you tried to explain that, and had instead just presented you with your stats. You hadn’t been able to do anything other than accept them.

“Fuck, if I hadn’t been so stupid,” you started, eyes squeezed shut and wholly blaming yourself for the position you had found yourself in now.

“Hey,” Joe’s fingers found their way around your wrist. “We’ve had this chat already,”

“I know, but–”

“We were both there. We were both fucking stupid,” Joe winced, painfully aware that what he was saying wasn’t fixing the situation, but the shared responsibility did make you feel a little lighter.

Another silence fell, and when you dared another glance at Joe, all signs pointed at him not knowing what to do. It was etched all over his face, and his body language matched it. It was exactly what you’d expected, but the opposite of what you wanted. Or needed.

“Will you come?” Joe snapped out of his thoughts at the sudden fragility in your voice. It sent a shockwave through his nervous system, and when he looked at you, he saw nothing but fear in your eyes.

“Yea, of course. Of course, I’ll come.”

The next day, you decided to not go together, but to meet each other there. You didn’t need to sit next to Joe on your way over without escape, so agreeing to meet in the waiting area seemed a sensible decision to make.

“Did you tell anyone?” you asked Joe, genuinely curious if there were now people inside or outside of your circle that might have a different opinion of you now, but Joe shook his head no.

“Did you?” he shot your question back at you, and you did the same, also shaking your head no.

“I wouldn’t know how to have explained it to anyone,” you said, letting out a pressured cackle, because the only other choice was to cry. You were hardly going to tell any of your mutual friends that you’d snuck off with Joe that night to let him touch various areas inside of your body with various body parts of his. And how else were you going to explain that you’d fallen pregnant with his baby?

“Oh, come on,” Joe frowned at you. “They know.”

And it only occurred to you then, that... they probably did.

Your group of friends wasn’t massive. The house parties you had were better described to be gatherings with background music and loud laughter. Two people suddenly having gone missing after hugging each other on the balcony a lot, must have been suspicious enough.

But, no one had made any comments or had even given you any looks.

Then again, had you really been paying attention to how other people had been acting around you? You couldn’t have been – ever since that night you’d been solely preoccupied with making sure no one was accidentally going to ever step away from you and leave you alone with Joe to chat amongst yourselves.

“Judging by your faces, I’m going to have to ask you, is this a happy occasion? Are we celebrating?” your GP read the both of you as you’d walked in, all fidgety and nervous and gave you a concerned look. Now sat in front of her, she could practically smell the panic on you.

“I… we, we don’t know,” you answered, giving Joe questioning eyes as you did. You didn’t want to speak for him and be wrong, but he nodded.

“What situation are we finding ourselves in, if I may ask?” your GP looked at you over her glasses, and you were sure you looked like a pair of scared 16-year-olds who had made an appointment without your parents knowing. The distance between the two chairs you and Joe sat in opposite your GP didn’t help.

“This- this wasn’t planned,” you motioned at your stomach.

“We’re not together. Not like that,” Joe clarified.

“Well, we were,”

“Once,”

“By accident,”

“Dumb mistake,”

Your doctor’s eyes shot from Joe to you, back and forth, as if she was watching a tennis match.

“Should we first check if everything’s alright, and then we can talk about what the best option would be for you, is that okay?”

And so, minutes later, you were laid on a bed with your stomach exposed as your GP pushed the ultrasound device firmly into the soft skin below your bellybutton. She moved it around and searched for what you thought was too long a time, and both Joe and you stared at a monitor, entirely unsure what you were looking at, and what you were looking for.

“Ah, there we go,” she then suddenly said, and clicked a button, filling the room with a very faint, very rapid, beating sound.

“We’ve got a heartbeat already,”

You gasped, and it was so abrupt, it nearly made you cough. Tears sprung into your eyes at a speed you didn’t even think was humanly possible.

Suddenly, this was real.

Very, very real.

You turned to see if you could gage Joe’s reaction, and then saw that he was holding onto one of your hands with both of his – something you hadn’t even consciously acknowledged until your eyes caught it.

“That’s the heartbeat?” Joe’s eyebrows couldn’t be higher up on his face, his forehead etched with deep wrinkles, desperately needing confirmation from the GP.

“The heartbeat?” he asked again, now through narrowed eyes as your GP just nodded.

“That’s the heartbeat,” Joe then said to you, delivering it as if it was news to you, as if you hadn’t been there for that interaction between them.

“Shit,” you laughed, wiping a tear with the back of the hand Joe wasn’t white knuckling before it could disappear into your hair.

“We’re so fucked.”

When it really came down to it, you had three options: have it and keep it, have it and not keep it, or get rid whilst you still could. All options were laid out on the table with care, and without judgement, and all options led to more choices that had to be made. You and Joe had both listened in complete silence, not wanting to miss any important details, entirely unsure and unaware of what the other was thinking. And you’d been given the gift of time; there was still time to decide. Not enough time to procrastinate it, but you were happy with every minute you were granted.

“I don’t think... I don’t think I can get rid of it,” you said when you were stood outside the doctor’s office, not sure how to say goodbye to each other after what you’d just witnessed inside that doctor’s office, so instead, you postponed it altogether and hovered in each other’s presence for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“So, then we won’t.” Joe simply said, and his use of the collective ‘we’ left your fingers numb, slightly tingly.

“Joe, you don’t have to– if you don’t want, I’m not going to– you could be–” you couldn’t find the right words to tell him he was allowed to opt out if he wanted to. You weren’t going to hold it against him. It was a decision you’d made last night when you couldn’t sleep, and it had been the only safe thought that had eventually let your mind stop racing enough to drift off. If your choice was to actually do this, you would. With or without him.

“Don’t… none of that, come on. We’ll figure something out,” Joe said, but you didn’t believe him.

“It’s 2022,” he then shrugged, as if that was an acceptable answer to a question that required at least a paragraph for a proper answer. It was far too casual an approach for what was about to be a life altering choice for him. And for you too, of course, but that felt like more of an afterthought. You’d cope.

“Don’t you have to talk this over with, I don’t know, your manager… publicist… you parents?” you tried, entirely aware of what people involved in his career were going to possibly tell him.

“They can advise, but they don’t decide for me.” Joe then reached for both your hands, and it didn’t feel romantic, but it was caring, and protective.

“There was a heartbeat,” he then said, and you understood what he meant.

It was the sole reason why you’d immediately wiped getting an abortion of the table. Because you’d heard it now. You’d heard your baby.

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” He then said and tugged at your arms, pulling you into a hug.

It had taken you a hot minute to be able to use upfront words with each other. Yes, you wanted to have and keep the baby. Yes, you wanted to birth this child and then raise it, be its mother, love it for the rest of its and your life. Saying it was scary, but then hearing Joe echo your exact feelings was scarier. It meant you were going to actually do it.

But you weren’t together – no.

Not like that, anyway.

“Do parents necessarily need to be, though?” Joe had argued, making a case he didn’t need to be making against you, because you agreed wholeheartedly.

“How many people do we know that have parents that are still together?” you pointedly said, and Joe had wanted to kiss you for how much on the same page you were about this.

Your situation almost seemed better than having a baby as a couple. Being together only meant there’d be potential to end up separating, a traumatic event for any child no matter the age, which would potentially leave you hating each other and not on speaking terms. Instead, you were having this baby as great friends, on the same page about so many things, both ready to have a child and love the absolute loving shit out of it. Why was this even considered to be an unconventional decision when all the other options were clearly so much worse?

Out of everyone, your friends needed the most convincing.

“But what if Joe starts seeing someone, and they get serious, and then they also want children together?” they challenged you.

“Then there’ll be siblings,” you’d smiled at all of their worried faces, which only grew more worried as Joe passed you a non-alcoholic beverage, switched out the snacks in front of you for baby carrots, and high-fived you before returning to the conversation on the other side of the room he’d briefly stepped out of when he’d seen you surrounded by friends holding beers.

“Trust me, this is going to work out better than it does for people who get married, buy a house, and then decide to start trying for a baby. We have solid ground rules set in place, it’s absolutely fool proof.”

And you weren’t lying – you truly believed every single word you’d said.

Your friends, however, didn’t trust it one bit, the image of Joe guiding your hand over to touch his penis over his trousers in front of the large windows on the balcony still clear in their minds.

It all seemed perfect.

Until one late afternoon, when Joe’d unexpectedly dropped by with books he’d been given by his mother to give to you, and he had found you in a suggestive dress, baby bump sticking out, twisting your hair around your straightener in the bathroom.

“Oh, great! Thanks!” You excitedly said when you saw what Joe was holding. “Could you leave those on my bedside table for me? I’ve got so many books to get through, I’m going to have to start leaving them places I know I’ll actually have the time to reach for them.”

But Joe didn’t move – he hadn’t even properly heard what you’d said.

“What are you doing?” That dress was too short for the weather you’d been having, he thought.

“Getting ready,” you said upbeat, making eye contact with Joe in the mirror. “I’ve got a date tonight,” you spoke like you were speaking to a girlfriend, giddy excitement written all over your face.

“You’re... you’re wearing lip gloss,” Joe said softly as he frowned, not fully grasping why it was an important detail he felt he needed to point out.

“Hey, have you checked your schedule for two weeks from now? There’s a class I really want to check out, at least go in once, you know, and it’d be great if you– Joe?” you’d seen Joe drift off in thought, his eyes trained on the reflection of your stomach in the mirror.

“Yea?” Joe snapped out of it. “Yea. Yea, um, book it. I’ll find the time,”

“Great,”

In the silence that followed, you could see Joe go through several emotions behind you, and when you turned to look at him, you found that without the distance the mirror gave, everything intensified.

His eyes spoke volumes and Joe didn’t need to articulate his thoughts because you could read them from his face.

“Joe… we’re not– it’s not that we–”

“I know,” Joe interrupted you, jaw tensed. “But... would I be an awful friend if I asked you not to go?”

“You can’t…” you started, then slumped your shoulders and sighed deeply. “That’s not fair, don’t do this to me...”

“You’re pregnant. With my child.” Joe said, wholly believing he was making a fair a point, stretching out a hand to place over your pregnant stomach.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought it over a million times before finally deciding to just go for it. The prospect of having a child with a man you weren’t dating was one you’d so fully accepted, but the fact that this meant that you’d technically be a single mother rubbed you wrong.

It felt lonely.

From the second that you’d secretly given yourself that label, you’d been wanting to change that for yourself.

“I am.” You accepted Joe’s hand, clasped your hand over his and let it rest there for a second.

“But we’re not together, are we?”

A silence lingered where Joe went over every agreement, every choice, every single reason the two of you had gone over in the past two, three months and he carefully let himself dabble with the idea that maybe he’d been wrong and you should talk about this more, and right at this second too.

“You’re right,” but then he decided against it, letting go of your stomach and taking a step back.

“We’re not.”

It had left you with a bad taste in your mouth, and the pit of guilt in your stomach grew fast over the next thirty minutes until it reached a size unmanageable by you, and you ultimately decided to cancel your date.

You knew you were going to have to talk about this with Joe. You still thought it was unfair of him, but it felt smart to get this sorted sooner rather than later.

Perhaps you could come up with some more rules, some you both agreed on, and your guilt could dwindle down so at least you wouldn’t feel exactly where it sat in your body.

“fine” you texted Joe. “ive canceled the date”

It took a minute for Joe to reply.

“you didnt need to” Joe sent, followed by, “not for me”

And you agreed, but you didn’t think Joe was being honest. Because if you didn’t cancel the date for him, then who would you be cancelling for?

The moment you thought it, you knew the answer.

“did it for the baby”

And you realised as you typed it up that it was the truth. If there was one thing you weren’t going to let happen, was bringing this baby into a life where its parents didn’t communicate with each other properly. So, cancelling your date so you could first establish several more ground rules in this area with Joe seemed reasonable.

“you owe me dinner” you added, because now, because of Joe, suddenly, your evening was empty and you’d squirmed your way into your dress for nothing.

“omw”

Joe grinned when you let him into your apartment in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt you’d owned for years. Just your comfy self, the girl he knew and had come to grow so fond of.

“I’m sorry,” he started, entirely engulfed by his own cloud of guilt that hung so low over him, his entire head felt stuck in it and he couldn’t see out far past the fog very far.

“Eh,” you waved it off, acting aloof, but glad he said it.

Your attention was with what he was holding.

“What did you get?” it smelled great.

“It was a hard choice between all the cravings you’ve been mentioning,” Joe put two white take away bags down on your kitchen table. “So, I didn’t choose. Just got all of them.” And if you hadn’t already fully forgiven Joe for fucking up your evening, this would have certainly done it.

“We need more ground rules, specifically for dating,” it was a while later, and technically, you’d finished dinner. You were sat on your knees, butt pushed against your calves and shins pressed into your plush area rug, as you picked from the half empty tubs of take-away with your fingers, just helping yourself to the little bits you actually really liked.

“Okay, yes,” Joe was spread out on your sofa opposite you, the top button of his jeans undone, having eaten entirely too much, entirely too fast.

“Easy,” he then said and looked at you.

“Rule number one: no dating.”

Your face dropped and you gave him a sarcastic glare.

“For the both of us?” you then challenged, thinking maybe Joe had forgotten that he’d rope himself in on these ground rules as well.

Joe comically blinked his eyes and searched for the right words, the noises coming from his mouth a stumbling mess of wells and uhms. It was moments like these that you were reminded why you liked hanging out with Joe so much – he could so effortlessly make you genuinely smile in the easiest and smallest of ways.

“That’s what I thought,” you said and grinned at Joe’s stupid face.

You loved that stupid face.

Then suddenly, your face fell.

You went from all smirks and throat giggles to big, scared eyes and a furrowed brow in the fraction of a second.

Joe saw, and sat up immediately.

“Oh my God,” both your hands found the underside of your baby bump, as if you wanted to hold it up and carry the weight of it in your hands.

That felt weird.

“What’s wrong?” Joe sounded more panicked than you, feet now swung onto the floor, ready to get up and swing into action if you said the word.

“What the– oh my God, come here, quick,” you moved up onto your knees from sitting on your calves and held out an arm for Joe to grab.

Joe was quick, moving over to help you stand up.

But you didn’t need help standing.

Instead, you took Joe’s hand and moved it to where you’d felt it, pressing his open palm to an area scarily close to your crotch, but that hadn’t even crossed your mind.

“Do you feel that?”

And Joe focused, staring at your stomach, now on his knees in front of you, his fingers spread wide, using both his hands too to catch more surface area, not wanting to miss what he’d been hoping to witness for weeks now.

“I felt it against my thighs,” you spoke softly, scared that noise might scare it off.

A couple of seconds passed, and nothing happened. Joe didn’t move, though.

“Felt like an elbow or a–” for the first time ever in your life, you were interrupted by your baby, and you smiled when Joe looked up at you with big, excited eyes, shocked at what he was experiencing.

Whatever limbs your baby was pushing out, it did more of it the more you spoke, and when Joe started laughing, it felt like your baby was trying to climb its way out of you through your skin well before its due date.

“Ow, Jesus, okay,” you winced.

“Let’s calm down, that’s my pubic bone you’re kicking, mate,” you rubbed in the spot you felt it, and Joe copied your movements, trying to ease the pain.

“Joe,” you took hold of one of Joe’s wrists, stilling his movements.

“Maybe let’s not do that so close to my vagina, alright?” you joked, and Joe smiled as he looked down at them, but kept his hands where they were.

“What if…” Joe started and shot his eyes up at you. You moved your head just a twitch, almost warning him for what you thought the end of that sentence was going to be.

“What if I wanted to?”

You swallowed thickly, immediately aware of you close you were to each other. You could smell the food Joe’d just eaten on his breath if you wanted to.

“Don’t say shit like that,” you started, moving to sit back down like you’d been sitting before, moving Joe’s hands away from you. “You can’t rile me up like that, look where it got us the last time we did that,” you said, wrapping your stomach in your own arms.

“Even if I meant it?” Joe copied you, moving back to sit on his heels, his eyes riddled with big emotions you wish they wouldn’t display so readily.

“You can mean anything and everything you say when you’re horny, Joe,” you dismissed him entirely, not ready to delve back into the place you’d last visited when you’d managed to create what was now seemingly kicking your pelvis.

Joe eyed you for a minute, unsure how to make himself clearer to you.

“Okay,” he then said, “Ground rules for dating. Like I said. No dating.” Joe repeated himself from earlier, and you were ready to tut at him, but he was fast to raise a finger at you.

“Unless!”

He paused for effect.

“We date each other.”

Joe pursed his lips into a small smile, and for a moment you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. But then he moved back up high onto his knees and reached for your face with both hands. You just stared at him as his fingers took hold of your cheeks, fingers curling around your jaw and ears.

“I’m serious,” Joe then said, and you could tell from his whole being that he was.

“What about–” you tried with a shaky voice as Joe got closer, but didn’t even know how you’d imagined to finish that sentence.

“What about what?” Joe knew he wasn’t going to get an answer, and when he glanced from your lips towards your eyes, he saw that you were looking at his lips too.

Joe kissed you.

Slow.

And soft.

Then alternating fluttery kisses with longer, deeper ones.

And you let him.

Even though it fully went against everything you’d been spewing about to your friends for months. You’d come up with so many reasons why not being together as a couple was actually a godsend for this child, and how you were going to prove yourselves right, they would just have to wait, and see, and trust you.

Joe kissed you.

Rougher after a while, like he'd grown hungrier and needed more of you, but when one of his hands moved down to caress your stomach, he slowed back down and it was blissfully romantic.

It was hard for you to stay present and not float away.

“Fuck, how are we going to– to explain this to our friends,” you breathed, Joe's lips now pressing wet kisses into your neck as you panted.

You remembered how adamant you’d been about how your situation was the absolute best one for a baby to be birthed into, but now you were very aware that this one was infinitely better.

“Oh, come on,” Joe pulled back and frowned at you, but you could detect his dumb little smile underneath.

“They know.”

the end

A/N: hahah dumb bitches, i did use the requested ending because ultimately it was perfect ♡ (read the prequel here)

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writtenontheport · 9 months

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Walk Me Home?

George Karim x (gn) Reader

Pt. 4: Somewhere in Between (pt. 1) (pt. 2) (pt. 3)

Warnings/Tags: Bit description heavy, Lockwood and co friendship, Shorter than usual I’m so sorry 😭, This part is more of like… it’s a buildup to the next part, That part oooooh I have something for it!!, Quite a few things actually, but this part is mostly build up, Rising Action kinda move 🤞, Mild arguing and swearing, Slow Burn (LMAO!!) , The characters are quite ooc in this one, They are all INCREDIBLY SILLY ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Notes: I usually write longer I promise it’s just that I’ve been struggling to write a bit!! Mostly why I took that break yesterday, but I needed to at least get this lore important part out 🤞🤞 I needed reader to meet Lucy and Lockwood for what I’m scheming to do in the next part… This series is SO self indulgent my silly ass is cackling. I imagined book Lockwood and his silly ass and couldn’t stop thinking about the characters acting as genuine, embarrassing people and like— I’m sorry Lucy my love… you got sillified.

Summary: You meet George’s friends and it goes as well and as horribly as he thought it would. Just for today, the library can rest.

When George first introduced you to Lucy and Lockwood, he already knew you all would hit it off. At first you were nervous; your smile wobbly as you kept yourself small, so George linked pinkies with you and didn’t let go until he was sure you were ok. From the corner of his eye he could see your expression turn soft and adoring, grateful in the way you tighten your knuckle around his. From there you found enough confidence to ease yourself into their dynamics.

Lucy adored having you around. George wondered if having her whole life defined by the problem made her crave for some sense of what normalcy they were owed growing up. He was lucky enough to find it with you in the library and in cobble-steeped walks before curfew, but Lucy’s never really had that with anyone.

Watching you both chatter away from him and Lockwood, he’s glad she could find it in you, too. She seemed relaxed whenever she sat beside you, and her voice was filled with more wonder than he had heard since they’d met. Often times, Lucy would whisper something that had you ducking your head coyly, avoiding George’s eyes. He didn’t know what that was about, but the self-satisfied smirk Lucy had after made him rather suspicious.

Lucy would tell him (after he had walked you home) that he did good finding you and confirmed that she had immediately been taken with you and wanted to be friends. Something in George felt reassured when she insisted ‘only friends’, but she did so with a teasing smile that had him glaring at her playfully.

Lockwood took to treating you like you’ve always been one of them, ever kind and charming as he always was. He was fascinated with news about the world at large (ever the gossip), and seemed to eat up anything you could tell him about what life was like without ghosts on the streets. Whenever Lucy wasn’t hogging you, Lockwood was either having you tell your own anecdotes or sharing his newspaper clippings. He certainly looked the part of a child dragging about their new friend to play, puffing his chest proudly with every framed photo he showed off.

When George asked him about what he thought of you, Lockwood clicked his tongue and whined at him for not bringing you sooner. That was a very good sign, but it was terrible for George because Lockwood had gone a 30 minute spiel about who knows what (George tuned him out at some point early on).

A lot of the time you spent visiting, though, the two of them teased you and George as they asked for the details George refused to share. It surprised you to know that he hadn’t even told them about the nature of your first meeting before he mimed zipping his mouth shut and you grinned.

“Yes, well, I’ve actually forgotten,” You hummed, linking your pinky with George’s under the table.

You all moved to the dining table near the end of your visit to Portland Row, eating biscuits and drinking tea. George made sure to tell you about the one biscuit rule, but occasionally turned a blind eye when Lucy or Lockwood offered you an extra. They shot him knowing looks he refused to meet while he focused on the comfort of your voice.

“Really?” Lucy asks amusedly, raising a brow, “From the one thing George’s told us, it doesn’t sound forgettable.”

“What’d he say about it?” You were genuinely curious, leaning in with a wide smile.

Lockwood, ever excitable, added, “Well, it was very strange. Said something about owing you shoes apparently? You don’t suddenly owe someone new shoes just after meeting them.”

“George has never owed me shoes,” You balk, turning to eye George, “And he should know it absolutely wasn’t his fault what happened to my shoes.”

George simply sips on his tea as his pinky squeezes at yours, your searching gaze softening into a smile.

“Have you seen a ghost yet?” Lockwood asks, a bit out of the blue.

Beside you, George cuts him off with a stern reply and Lucy leans in to whisper to you in the midst of George’s and Lockwood’s argument.

“Has he actually not shown you any ghosts yet? I would have thought he might’ve. ” Her eyes twinkled in mischief.

“I haven’t seen a single ghost since meeting George. Mind taking me to see one one day, Lucy? Let’s leave these two bickering and have a day of our own,” You suggested, reaching over the table to offer a hand.

She takes it, and with a smirk says, “Any day, just tell me when and where.”

Little did you know that there was a ghost right under your nose in a little glass jar somewhere in the house; that she had meant that literally.

Lucy and Lockwood send you and George off like kids do with Santa after Christmas; George can’t seem to get enough of your smile all the while. He doesn’t deign the two’s teasing with a response before he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you down the sidewalk away from them, giggling and laughing as you rushed along.

Neither of you bring up the fact that this was entirely new, you simply slid your hand into his proper and followed along with a coy grin. George did the best he could to hide the growing uptick of his lips by keeping his eyes away from where yours focused on him fully.

“That went well,” George says, clearing his throat. You bit your lip and shrugged, bumping his shoulder with yours in a motion that has him glaring at you. It’s a playful thing as much as it is a warning, and try as he might you know damn well George could easily find ways to get back at you if you pulled a prank on him. The glaring eases up quickly, but the tenderness in his eyes doesn’t; it’s almost dizzying if it wasn’t so adoring.

“Lucy promised to take me to see a ghost one of these days,” You hum, watching his expression fall into absolute vehemence.

“Absolutely not. I already have to deal with those two risking their lives every case already.”

“It won’t be on a case…” You grumble under your breath, kicking at a stray rock he watches tumble far off to the side. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your work like that. Plus, you could come! I’m sure Lucy won’t mind.”

He pretends to think on it, shrugging with his brows raised in the little motion that says he could be convinced. It’s a good enough sign for you when he finally concedes; “As long as Lockwood doesn’t come with. He’d somehow convince us all to make it some suicidal mission to take down London’s ghosts for fame again.”

“Again?” You balk, squeezing George’s hand in worry, “George, what do you mean again?”

A/N: I know I usually start and end it off at the library and at reader’s (temporary) home, but I just… I had to get this meeting out for now!! I needed reader to meet Lucy and Lockwood it was important!!! I promise this is plot relevant

#george karim x you #george karim x reader #lockwood and co x reader #portie writes fanfic

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girlymatsu · 9 months

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WAAAHHHH @flyingspicerack thank u for the ideas!! (i doodled some things along with my rambles) LONG POST AHEAD talking about stuff

GETTING TOGETHER…

Abshrhsa I think of thousands of ways osoeri get together… every which way.. but I think canonly their relationship is kind of slow and vaguely romantic for a while!!

Friends that hug for too long and when going out on the train erina is always asking to lean on his shoulder to rest and ends up nuzzling him.. Osomatsu talks to his brothers as if erina is already his girlfriend and brags all the time like “ERINA-CHAN IS THE ONLY ONE FOR ME!!!”

But when its just Osomatsu and Erina they’re close friends but often are shy with their affection at first, osomatsu going so quiet when erina leans on him to sleep and holding his breathe the whole way home.. Osomatsu goes out of his way to inch his hand towards Erina’s and the tips of their pinkies kiss and it makes him tremble out of love overload.. And despite being outgoing Erina is quite shy when initiating things sometimes like she’ll just get closer while laughing and acting like she’s not doing anything ^///^ his hands will just be on top of hers for a while and she will not point it out and let it happen bc she doesn’t want it to end..

Erina is very insecure too I imagine they get closer because Osomatsu gets to know her insecurities and hype her up and thinks she’s even cuter because of them ahdnfndk like erina thinks she’s like.. “fake cute” and that people will be repulsed by her knowing she’s a mess— and though osomatsu doesn’t really understand her mental turmoils he just wants to her to believe that he thinks she’s so cute the cutest in the world like goes crazy over how she’s sincere like wtf.. pure !?

UGH and then and then. I imagine when osomatsu is pushing his luck with her, being perverted and acting really gross towards her until he’s all up on top of her and she doesn’t do anything to stop him… he melts into mush on top of her. Saying that she has to stop him if she wants him to stop, and erina doesn’t want him to stop. And Osomatsu says she’s being dangerous, does that mean she likes him? Erina says what if I did like you… Osomatsu hugging her like you won’t be able to take it back, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go never never— and then it segways into being more bold and becoming a real relationship auagahgaa

MUNDANE THINGS-

i love to think about how they share treats,Erina loves sweet drinks so Osomatsu always gets a taste… sip sip and kiss 😚

And just like how totty and Osomatsu watch videos on their phone I think Osomatsu and erina would do that too, watching funny videos and making dirty jokes.. I think Osomatsu loves it when Erina loves funny sex and poop humor!!

Erina has the worst executive dysfunction when it comes to cleaning and organizing so when she has to do laundry, sometimes osomatsu comes over and either just lays around and just his presence motivates her.. and sometimes he helps but they both get lazy and they just lay on top of the clothes to take a break 💕

I Like to think about also take walks around the city often and erina jumps and fawns over every dog they see 🐶

HOLIDAYS

Erina doesn’t get to go home to her family very often during the year so Osomatsu invites her to spend time with his household during the family oriented holidays.. eating hotpot and she can spend time with his funny brothers and parents.. Matsuyo loves her and tries to insert subliminal messages to give her a grandchild by showing her baby pictures.. I think it’s so sweet erina would very much appreciate not being alone for the holidays and being around people who are close to one another rather than her family that is actually very distant from each other emotionally

AND FOR NON family oriented holidays.. like Christmas Eve for couples.. ofc they go on dates but Osomatsu WILL have his head in the gutter the whole time preparing for getting dirty afterwards— like haha yeah the lights are so pretty, I can’t wait to have sex tonight 🤪 while erina is like wow this is soo romantic.. I cant wait to have sex tonight 🥰

SEEING EACH OTHER ON THE STREETS!

Literally magnetic towards each other they will find a way.. floating over to each other spinning in circles like omgomgomg wowowow I missed u!! And their plans for the day combine like he was out shopping groceries and she was going to get a package well why don’t we go together teeheehee (annoyed choromatsu third wheel)

OK THATS IT FOR RAMBLING IF ANYONE BOTHERED TO READ IT ALL THANK YOU

#osoart #osoeri #erina

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sketchfanda · 6 months

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Kirishima’s Mystique: Beachtime Fun

The screen of the phone’s camera flickered into focus as it displayed a splendid view of a wonderful beach. The scenery a marvel of sparkling water, crisp white sand and the clear blue summer sky as the shoreline was thriving with a decent sized crowd. Families, couples and the like all gathered can be seen in the angle but showed where this shot was being taken was a more cozy and private little spot. The device was soon turned around on selfie mood to show us the familiar exotic bombshell form of UA class A student Mina Ashido as the cotton candy pink hottie shit a wink and a smile before blowing a kiss at the camera. Her toned and curvy form well displayed with an American flag two piece bikini and a glimpse ago tight stockings hugging high and snug on her healthy thighs. Her candy coloured skin displaying a healthy glistening sheen of sweat and tan oil as she licked her lips and swayed her hips, making Stars and Stripes clad bosom shake and jiggle. Comments and emojis popping into the screen indicating this was a live stream to boot,a red dot flasng in the corner along with a crossed symbol indicating 18 plus only viruses behind this point.

Mina:*purrs and giggles at some of the comments she was seeing, indicating they were off to a good start which only served to fuel her already spirited good mood.*”What’s uo to my fellow cute and sexy bitches and a few of you lucky,well deserving studs on here. Yiur alien queen Pinky here and of course I’m not alone. With me here is my wonderful girlfriend Maya…..”*the camera shifts to show the shapeshifting hottie senpai, who was rocking her more casual incognito quirkless look. The form still,packin her natural gained tones and curves as her blue hair marked her natural exotic nature and her white two piece was transparent due to the healthy sheen of perspiration she had,as she gave a sensual lick to the Pepsi ole she had and adjusted her thong, giving a wink and smile her own.*”Aand our one and only chivalrous stud boyfriend Eiji….”

Kirishima:*laughs nervously as he found the camera on himself, his massive gains on display thanks to the knee length baggy black and red swimshorts he had on. Rubbing his spikey red mane idly as he shook his head and waved to have the camera away in futility.* “Come on Mina,you two are ludicrous and this is ridiculous,Yiu bith know that….”

Maya:*casually,with sensual affection sat in the beach towel,straddling one half of their boyfriend’s lap. Effortlessly deepthroating the popsicle as she finished it. Discarding the stick into a bucket acting a trash can form them as she nuzzled him,one arm hugging around thst strong neck his.*”And you love the both of us for it,handsome. Why else are you still here and doing it anyway? Oh yeah because it’s “the kind of thing a real man would do to satisfy his love life” right?” *the shapeshifter playfully teased, giggling at the adorable pout Kirishima gave her for teasing him with his personal philosophy in life. But the could tell he wasn’t mad in the slightest as the shapeshifting hottie pressed her luscious lips to his.*

Mina purred and giggled at the liplock before her,shooting a wink at the camera as she set down and adjusted her phone to ensure it had a nice angles and view. Catching their bodies on the screen as she went over to their blanket, adding herself to the make out as Kirishima and Maya moaned,their tongues dancing in one another’s mouths as surfer babe exchange student delighted in caressing snd tracing those gleaming, shark like teeth. While their bubblegum coloured lover set on the other half of his lap,straddling his powerful thigh as she leaned in to add her own lips to the kiss. A three way tango of tongues swapping spit together as their hands caressed and massaged their stud’s sculpted muscles. His own drifting to grab and squeeze those juicy bubbly asses of theirs, the assmeat firm and plump to his touch, groaning as his girlfriends’ hands soon made their way to the crotch of his swimshorts. Stroking his rod as it began to swell and bulge within, a tent beginning to pitch before the sex kittens tugged down the waistband. Comments pouring in from the female stream viewers either witnessing the sight of such a naked cock for the first time or regulars heaping showers of sensual praise for such a magnum song. The erotic duo’s hands grasping and stroking that rigid bitch pleaser as Mina coated her psalms and digits with a harmless lower ph level of her acid. The citrus scented liquid soaking and lubing uo their chivalrous man’s cock as he groaned from such a sudden assault of pleasure,a tingle running up his spine as he remembered this was being recorded and viewed.

Rated-R Sensei:”Mmm still as lengthy and girthy as the day I popped his v card. Rock their world stud…”

Swole Bunny 5:”Hot that’s as big as my gummy bear…”

Paris Doll:”oh wow….”

The sounds of the phone dinging with every new comment and of course very generous donation pouring in, spurring snd urging the dynamite babe duo on to take it further,as they began to kiss and lick their way down along Eijiro’s Adonis body. Taking their sweet time as they went along his firm pecs and sculpted washboard abs before they found their faces level with his length and girth. The familiar erotic scent making their pussies quiver and gush as they stroked his shaft, mina’s natural lube making it slick and glistening, eben giving his balls a caressing firm squeeze. Before soon proceeding to conduct a tag team fellatio, kissing and licking that bitch pleaser from base to tip, taking turns sucking snd blowing as they deepthroated him with the ease of intimacy and experience. One babe bobbing head as the other sucked on his balls or licked at what was exposed or Especially takin turned together,making out with his rod between them, the tip being assaulted by their skilled tongues. Eijiro not being idl either of course he massaged those juicy asses, making them gasp and moan with sensual delight as he’d give their firm smacks. Maya shuddering as her quirk acted up,her quirkless form shimmering briefly to her natural blue scaly self while Mina’s cotton candy self glistened with a fine sheen. Before he began asserting his status as their alpha male by plunging his hand down the back of their thongs, fingers plunging into their slick gushing slits, two fingers each knuckle deep as their nectar soaked him up to the wrist. Any hesitation or nervousness on his part had eroded away against the pornographic tag team magic of his two lovers. Meaning their viewers were now really in for a hell of a show.

Eijiro:”Aaa damn Mina…You know your healthy thighs are unbeatable…”*he groaned out,as Mina sat in his lap,his cock between those aforementioned parts as she flexed and pumped them. Massaging his shaft as generous amounts of pre flowe snd sprayed. Her tits bouncing loose from her bikini top as her thing layer aside,stripped and discarded as her her pussy closed,adding extra lubrication to her thighjob. Maya sitting beside them,having shed her own bikini entirely as sh shamelessly playing with herself. The camera seeing her plunge her hand into her own slit and the other groping her tits as she kissed and licked along their man’s neck and shoulders, even sensually licking him for good measure.*

Maya:”mmm cum 5 times so fsr and you’re still so hard without using your quirk yet? You’re getting so much better handsome…”*The shapeshifting hottie quipped before she moaned as she felt her lover’s teeth nibble and his tongue probed her snatch. Her own sensual thighs wrapped around his head as he ate her out. Laying stop his Herculean form as they were in 69 position. Her tits sandwiching his cock as she performed a boob job,licking and kissing what was exposed as Mina massaged her back,using her safe harmless acid to make her slick and shiney acting as a body and tanning oil. The flickers of Maya’s real form adding an exotic spice.*

Mina:”Aahn Eiji!! So deep! Fuck me baby,make me have to take maternity leave!! Remind me what a real manly man You are!!” *Just a few of the many lewd praises and dirty talk thst came forth from The alien queen they called Pinky as she rode her stud cowgirl style. Tits bouncing shamelessly as Maya smacked and squeezed that jiggling bubblegum booty, tongue rimming her donut hole pucker as she shifted to be as long as Tsuyu’s while Kirishima grasped those stunning hips.*

This was but a small sample of the sort of variety the viewers on the stream found themselves enjoying. The trio enacting any number of positions and combinations shifting between one on one to two on one. The love and lust between them on display shared in equal measure of give and take. At some points from orgasming so intensely Mina’s pussy would squirt and erupt like a geyser while Maya found herself shifting randomly in between her natural exotic true blue form and her equally hot sexy quirkless look. One moment one of them would be sitting on his face having him eat them out as the other rode his shaft with abandon,pressing their lips together in a sloppy kiss of thirsty passion. The next woould see one of his exotic lovely ladies take it from him doggy style, their tits and ass jiggling and swaying as she ate the other girl out, drinking up the flow of juices akin to a man dying of thirst having found an oasis. Or Mina and Maya laying atop each other, French kissing as their man railed away like the cave man he was. To say nothing of how whenever he was one on one with either of them, he never wasted a chance to size opportunity to put those flexible,toned thicc bodies of theirs to the limit. Spread eagle,doggy style,seated lotus but oooh how wild and deep he got when he had them in a mating press. Small wonder he was manly enough to have two girlfriends, and the stamina and endurance to match quite the primal libido he had. Of course naturally the stream's conclusion would see them bask in the afterglow and later return to the heights alliance dorm but that was just the natural routine when it came to the KMM threesome, to say nothing of the donation records they'd set. Until the next stream of course. Hey when you had a boyfriend like Eijiro Kirishima and he could satisfy two hot sexy bombshells, how can he not deserve two girlfriends who loved to show him off?

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everybodyshusband · 11 months

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love languages

mushy may ; day fourteen (approx. 800 words)

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(they/them rain, he/they swiss)

Rain’s thing has always been physical touch. They make it seem so simple, the way they effortlessly gravitate towards Mountain, linking their pinkies together, or pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. They like to be close to him; it reassures them as much as it reassures him that they’re both there, they exist, they’re in this together no matter how chaotic life gets. The reassurance is nice, and while Mountain isn’t always a touchy feely person, he finds himself missing the water ghoul’s cool touch when they’re not around.

Swiss likes words of affirmation. He likes to spill his praises for the earth ghoul from his lips in a never ending stream of adoration. It’s often when Mountain leasts expects it. He’ll be soaking in Copia’s unholy words of worship during a sermon and suddenly the multi ghoul’s voice will be in his ear, telling him how much they love seeing Mountain so engrossed in the service. Or maybe a murmured “thank you so much baby, so you’re so good to me” when Mountain reaches up to the highest cupboard to grab him a roll of baking paper. Even after all these years of knowing Swiss, their kind words still catch Mountain off guard every time. It’s always worth the surprise though, knowing that Swiss will be grinning up at his blush when he leans down to peck the multi ghoul on the cheek.

Ever since she was summoned, Cirrus has liked quality time. Time spent with just the two of them basking in each other’s good company. It never matters what the two of them do, just that they do it together. They’ve watched countless movies curled up on the couch together, worked together on separate projects on opposite sides of the greenhouse in almost total silence, and hiked up to Mountain’s favourite picnic spot deep in the woods that overlooks a field of flowers and a waterfall. The activities they do in their time spent together have always varied wildly, but again, neither of them think it matters much what they do, just that they do it together.

Cumulus enjoys gift giving, especially hand-crafted gifts. One year she banned Mountain from one of his greenhouses for three months while she painstakingly built and decorated a portable flower bed for him all by herself—the little plot now sits at the Abbey’s entrance, the colourful painted flowers along the side of the wood completely ruining whatever “evil satanic church aesthetic” the Clergy are trying to go for at the entrance, and Mountain couldn’t be more thrilled. Another year—only a few days after she was summoned and a few months before Dewdrop became a fire ghoul—she spent weeks moulding a clay soap dispenser for the ghouls’ communal bathroom. It wound up getting smashed to pieces when it got knocked off the counter, but Mountain kept a few of the shards and now they live in a little keepsake box in his room; Cumulus made that, too. Her gifts are always intricate, crafted with love, and Mountain treasures every single one.

Dewdrop, on the other hand, who would rather die than outwardly express his affection—or at least, that’s what he wants them all to think—shows his love through acts of service. It’s always in the most subtle of ways, and Mountain has to really pay attention in order to notice. After an exhausting day, he heads to his room and his clean washing has been folded neatly and placed on his chest of drawers. When he wakes up in a panic in the middle of the night because he forgot to give his new seedlings a sprinkle of water, he heads down to the greenhouses and finds the baby plants glistening with mist, and the fertiliser, which he also forgot about, is already sprinkled around the base of their stems. He makes an offhand remark about having lost his favourite hoodie, and the next day it’s sitting folded and washed on his sheets—he sneaks it back into Dewdrop’s room the same night with a love note tucked into the pocket; sue him, he likes seeing the fire ghoul swallowed up in his clothes, and he loves bearing witness to Dewdrop’s blush when he reads Mountain’s notes. As the years wear on and Dewdrop slowly becomes more vocal in expressing his love for his packmates, Mountain expects the acts to lessen. If anything, they become more and more frequent as Dewdrop grows his confidence and topples his internal walls stone by stone. It’s as if with every word of affection he speaks, he reiterates it tenfold through his actions. Mountain adores Dewdrop’s gradual increase in his ability to show affection. He knows it isn’t easy for the little spitfire, and he’s excited for him. More than anything, he’s simply happy. Happy to know that while all of Dewdrop’s feelings used to get bottled up, he’s now gaining the confidence to express it outwardly. Mountain couldn’t be prouder.

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lune-de-miel-au-paradis · 3 months

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OC Nina Cerasus deep dive part 2.

Meet my OC from my Star-crossed story. (She is a young woman living in her early twenties on Naboo. The time period is before the Phantom Menace.) I already made a short list about her. This is a little more deeper and collected. I hope you enjoy knowing her and like her as much as I do. Sorry for any mistype or bad English this is not my first language. I made a mood board about how I imagine her, the pictures are from Pinterest.

have they / would they dye their hair? she is a natural dark chocolate brunette, maybe she would add some colorful highlights

do they maintain eye contact when talking? definitely

what is their tell for lying? a small movement, she picks her right pinky finger.

do they have an accent? she speaks in Nabooan dialect, also, she has a raspy seductive voice. People often ask her if she has a sore throat. Sometimes she sounds out of breath because of her illness.

what languages do they speak? basic, binari (droid), kenari,

what kind of music do they listen to? alternative/ acoustic/classic piano, also I think she would like Lana del Rey, Hozier and Mitski

describe them in one word. What could happen to make them the opposite? Abandoned. / Stay by.

do they have any ghosts? yes, her mom died, her dad left, and Maul broke her heart

what is their worst fear? left alone, die alone, being forgotten

what is a secret they do not tell anyone? she has a few:

That her relationship was with Maul (in my Star-crossed fic)

She was there when her mom died.

She was the one who unveiled her fathers frauds and thefts and sent him to jail. It's her revenge.

what motto do they live by? Ad astra per aspera. - Through hardships to the stars.

if they were a famous figure, who would they be? she was inspired by many characters from movies or books, also from my own life, but if I have to say some concrete examples it would be Amal Clooney's and Dakota Johnson's dressing style, a lot of inpo comes from Ellie Saab and Zuhair Murad gowns. And Sofia Bush's voice.

Also she got her name from my highscool bff called Nina. (She passed away a few years ago sadly due to a car accident.) So it's like a memorial thing to name my oc of her. A few of her personality traits, her freckles and silly moments also given to my character that remind me of my friend. And the green eyes my oc has is coming from me.

personality: the constant fear of being abandoned, having trust issues and the feeling of never being good enough. And she is trying to be the best version of herself by working hard and passionately. She fears to show out her real emotions or build connections, especially romantic ones.

what great moment shaped them to be who they are? Have they lived through the moment yet?

discovering her heart disease

when her mom got sick her dad left them and made his own family

Maul choose revenge over her and left in the Phantom Menace, she thinks he just left and used her, she never knew he was the sith assassin till my Heavenbound fic

her grandma’s first accident, then her hospital rest time

Wolffe’s love changed her, healed her and made her trust him and believe in love

what is their fatal flaw? fear of abandonment and trust issues makes her make bad decisions

how do they feel about jewelry? painted nails? she likes celestial themed or rare, personalized dainty jewelry

she gets her nails done soft almond shapes, and always decorated with stars and moons and use sparkly nail polish

what kind of art are they? astrophile as a hobby, art deco as a style, romanticism as paintings and mythological in sculptures and a femme fatale archetype in movies/novels

do they play a sport? weekly pilates lessons and dancing in clubs

do they have a speech impairment? how would that translate across paper? she is well spoken, and intelligent. Also her voice is raspy but in a seductive way.

what could you do to betray their trust? lying

what makes them smile? acts of kindness and gentleness, paying attention to her little things, also the starry sky, and her loved ones

if you had to choose something to make them go all john wick, who would it be? to protect her loved ones

do they swear? in what language? yes in basic mostly

how comfortable do they feel around strangers? she tries to seem calm and collected being in charge of the conversation, but she usually assesses and judges their gestures and researches their back intentions

are they extraverted or introverted? introverted

do they stand straight? what is their posture like? straight and hard like a ballerina's posture

what is their sleep schedule like? when she has time after work on mini power naps on rare occasions, she’s more insomniac workaholic

would they consciously invade someone else's body space? even a stranger's? always holds a decent distance, except when she flirts

how do they feel about contact with other people? do they flinch? she doesn’t like touchy people and only hugs her loved ones

are they the first to hug? never (exception if when she hugs Maul)

what would make them kill / stop them from killing? her morals, she wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose and she avoids physical harm

how do they smile? do they have dimples? yes she has smaller dimples, and in her apples and on her chin, and it makes her diastema visible

what about their teeth -- braces? sharp teeth? dentures? yellow teeth? what about spots? hers are white and straight but she has diastema (a big space between her two front teeth)

how do they get others' attention? clear their throat? punch them? clears her throat,

do they talk with their hands? sometimes

what is their final goal? building her home, having a family and feeling safe

how would they describe happiness? being with the people she can trust and love, under the bright starry night admiring the comets

what is their biggest conflict? it doesn't need to be big for everyone else, only for them.

she needs to learn to let others in and be open for love

it’s hard for her to understand that Wolffe is loves her and doesn’t have the intention to leave her

also letting go Maul, she never knew who he truly was and her ideal about him got shattered in my Heavenbound fic, she had a hard time learning the truth letting her feelings go and having a closure, after she meets him on Mandalore

how do they react to death? seel super sad, and isolate herself

do they cry? how do they cry ? in silent tears, or sobbing and screaming in pain, but she is not a crybaby. she suppresses it and have “episodes” of panic attacks she refers to as“inner storms”

how do they react when someone else is crying? can they comfort a stranger? she tries to give some sort of solution or comfort, she is empathetic

how are they around pets? are they allergic to any? she is allergic to tooka cats, she loves wolves

following up, do they have allergies? to some pollens, and tooka cats

do they take off their shoes going into a stranger's house? would they offer to do the dishes? she offers to help cleaning up

do they call strangers by their first name or title? she is a professional lawyer so she calls people on their title/ titled name or accost

how do they show fear? trying to hide it? shaking? etc. she tries to hide it and acting calm and collected, try to show out her fearlessness, her voice is tremble and she shake's lightly

what is their impact on other characters? she usually gives the impression of a beautiful, clever, well spoken intelligent women who is very elusive and cunning

how could any of these change by the end of the story? we can see her softened up and warm hearted true self in the end of Heavenbound, she heals her traumas from Starcrossed, lets go of her past and builds her own family. She learns to trust and she dies while she is defending others.

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