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fantasyqueen502 · 1 year

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Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4

Summary- (Before the infection/apocalypse) A look into the life of Mrs. Miller. The good days and the bad. Joel makes sure his love has a good day.

Relationship- Joel Miller X female Reader

Rated: PG (depictions of chronic illness, sickness, and mentions of death.)

Author's note: Wow!!!!! That's all I have to say. I never expected the first things I write on Tumblr to receive so much love. Thank you all so much. Apologies for the wait. I just wanted this installment to be great. Only one more chapter and this story is complete. Thank you all again. Feel free to leave comments and/or suggestions and enjoy.

Word count: 1584

"Morning brother." Tommy greets, shambling through the garage door with his arm full of groceries. Placing the bags on the table with a pant, Joel puts Sarah in her highchair.

"Thank you, Tommy. How much I owe ya’?" fishing his pockets.

"That's a'ight." Tommy waves off.

The eldest Miller shakes his head, retrieving a couple bills.

"Joel, it's ok." Tommy assures him, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Hey, Sarah Bean." He coos, giving the toddler's cheek a kiss. She giggles.

Dumping out the bags, Joel begins to chop the watermelon and pineapple into sizable cubes. A handful of each fruit into a blender along with yogurt and coconut milk, making a pretty smoothie.

"I can watch her. Make her breakfast." He volunteers. Rolling his eyes at his brother's distrusting look. "I have my moments, but I'm not stupid." taking a small bowl from the dish rack and filling it with the fruit that he noticed Sarah making grabby hands at. Placing the small bowl in front of Sarah. "Watch her and make sure she doesn't choke," he says, dragging a chair to sit next to the highchair. Giving his niece his undivided attention.

Joel nods, "Holler if anything happens." walking up the steps, mindful of the creaking floorboards beneath his feet. Making his way to their bedroom dark with the curtain drawn a mound of blankets taking a seat .

"Mmmm." sounds from the mound.

"Breakfast." He keeps his voice low.

"----can't----anythin----r'now."

"Maybe you'll feel better if you ate somethin'. Put something on your stomach." He shrugs.

"I doubt it." She grumbles. Lifting the blankets off with her arm, remaining on her side, one eye cracked as she winced. "Feels like my---ead's gonna pop." She groans, struggling to set it up.

"Two sips, take your pill, a nap. Hopefully you feel better tomorrow."

~•~

-A few days later-

Feeling the breeze and fresh air of passing nature. The gentle rocking of Joel's steady driving along the dirt road. Lifting her cup and sipping the last bits of her morning smoothie.

"Good?"

"Very."

His free hand rested on her knee. "No headaches, no migraines." She answers the question written on his face. "Thanks to your smoothie." holding his hand.

A whine catches the parents’ attention. Y/N turns to see Sarah in her carseat, beginning to fuss. "It's okay, baby." She coos, rubbing her hand and belly, until she falls back to sleep. "There we go." She coos. Hand lingering on her tiny foot. The rise and fall of her chest and the tiny twitch of her arm as she dreamed.

"Y/N?"

"Mmm." She just noticed the car was now parked in a lot among others.

"We, ummmm---" he clears his throat. "We never talked about—and we don't have too."

She nods. "I want to. If you want to." She assures.

His eyes darted all around, blinking frantically as his eyes watered and his breath ragged. She reaches out her hand, holding it over his pounding heart. "I…" words choked him as the overwhelming cocktail of emotions clawed its way out. The tears fell closing his eyes tightly; rivers lined his cheeks. "I can't." He manages out. "I can't lose you." tumbling out of his trembling lips.

"You're not losing me." She soothes.

"How are you okay? How are you okay with this?"

"Who says I’m okay?" she corrects. "I'm fuckin’ terrified," she laughs feeling actual relief saying it out loud. "What comforts me and puts all of my fears to rest is knowing that our little girl will have you," drumming her hand on his chest in a calming rhythm that put him at ease. "The kindest, smartest, and most loving father in the entire galaxy," she lists.

"Just the galaxy." He mumbles.

"The universe and life as we know it." She restates her heart warms to see the smallest of smiles on his face.

"I am thankful for each and every second I am gifted to spend with the people who mean the world to me. I'll always be with you." She gives his chest a loving pat. "Someone has to make sure you and your brother don't kill each other." She grips his shoulder, finally meeting his eyes. "C'mere." Both leaning over the console for an embrace after a tender kiss.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

~•~

Y/N coos while smoothing some sunblock onto her daughter's cheeks. "Don't want you to burn, baby girl," she baby talks adjusting a cute white sunhat on her head. Strapped securely to Joel's back in her carrier.

"Never been here before. What was wrong with our usual trail?"

"Something new and a surprise at the end."

"Really." Wiping a trail of sunblock down the bridge of his nose. "Let's get to it."

~•~

They bounced the fussy girl between themselves as she screeched towards a boulder.

"I guess she wants the rock." He chuckles, placing her chubby legs on the ground. She has taken her first steps, but parental worry leads to them always assisting her. Holding Joel's hand, she led the way, toddling over to the rock and smacking her hand against it. She giggles, grinning at her new discovery.

~•~

"Come to Mama." Y/N coached sitting on top of a rock. The boulder's peak reached Joel's hip. She adjusted her footing, preparing to leap for the closest handhold.

"I got you." Joel comforts her by placing a hand on her back.

"Look at that face." Y/N cries with laughter. "My independent girl."

The toddler successfully grabs a hold of the top.

"There we go!"

"You did it!" The parents cheer Sarah, smiling, as she plops into her mom's lap.

"I did." She grins, clapping her hands.

"You did it."

"I did it." She cheeses. "Daddy!" She waves him over.

"Yeah."

"I did it." She informs him of the great news.

"You what?"

"I climb--- mountain." She explains.

"Wow!" He gasps.

"My big girl. Not my wittle baby anymore." She mumbles, blowing raspberries into her neck and cheeks.

Feet back on the ground, the toddler scampered ahead. Bending her knees to pick a handful of wildflowers.

"I'm surprised she likes hiking."

"She's a Texan."

She nods, pushing his shoulder.

"Mommy!" Sarah whines and toddles over, reaching up to be picked up. "Stinky." She makes a face.

"It is stinky." She agrees

"Must be the surprise." Joel smirks.

"A petting zoo." She guesses. "A farm!"

"Sheeee!!!" Sarah says, trying to say sheep.

"Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-oh. And on that farm he had some sheep." She sang bouncing the child on her hip to the beat of the nursery rhyme. "With a…"

"Baa!"

"That's right!" She praises. "With a baa-baa here and a baa-baa there. Here a baa. There a…"

"Baa." Joel joins with a realistic sheep bleating.

"Everywhere a…"

"Sheeee!" Sarah exclaims, making her parents laugh.

Finding a sign, Y/N walks over to it.

Skimming the welcome greeting.

"A horse riding ranch." She smiles. "Will keep that in mind to check out soon."

"Surprise." He says punctuating with jazz hands.

"What?"

"C'mon. Don't wanna be late." He advises walking through the main entrance.

"Late?" She gasps. "For what?"

She followed her husband, who greeted a person with a horse in tow.

"Oh, my God." She gasps and speeds over to the magnificent pinto. "Look Sarah." She squeals, showing her daughter how to pet a horse. "Hey, horsie," she coos. Stroking its head "You're so pretty." She compliments.

"This is Betsy" The handler informs.

"That's funny." She laughs, looking at Joel. "Get it?"

"I get it."

"I don't think you did."

"Why's that?"

"You would've laughed."

"I don't want to offend Betsy, by saying she looks like a cow." He counters.

"Cows are beautiful and smart. I would take being called a cow a compliment."

"Really?"

"Brave enough to test that theory Mr. Miller." She taunts.

"Nope." He pops the 'p'.

~•~

On the outside of the fence, clapping and whistling as Y/N directed the horse over bars and skillfully around barrels with the aid of the handler.

"Mommy!" Sarah patted her father's face, making sure he was paying attention. "Dada." She pats his face, making him close one eye.

"Yeah," he answers.

"Mama." She points. "Look. Mama."

"I'm looking." He assures a smile never leaves his face. Her laughter rides the wind. The light in her eyes now, a rare sight over the long periods of the pain she had been forced to endure, "Ya!" Y/N barks, the horse going from a trot to a gallop around the pin. The golden glow of the sun, and the wind in her hair, which had grown to a striking pixie cut, framed her face nicely. Pulling the reins and the horse to a stop, looking towards her cheerleaders with a proud smile.

~•~

Back at the car, the sun had gone down, leaving the starry night and moon as their companions on their journey home.

Sarah was soundly asleep in her car seat. Watching silently through the rearview mirror. His gentle touch as he strapped her in, gracing his thumb over her cheek, closed the door, and he slipped into the driver's seat.

After a few moments of silence, his eyes caught hers. "What?" Joel asks, clicking his seatbelt and meeting her eyes.

"Nothin'." She shakes her head, looking ahead.

"Something on my face?" He asks dusting and wiping his face looking into the rearview mirror.

Y/N leans over, placing a tender kiss on his cheek. "Now there is." She snickers, tapping her cheek where she left her lipstick mark.

Series chapter order:

Mrs. Miller

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 5

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#hbo max #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #last of us #imagine #joel miller #padro pascal #joel miller x f!reader #Mrs. Miller #joel miller imagine

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lou-struck · 2 years

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A Kiss Among Friends

Tooru Oikawa x reader

~ Your Best Friend decides to tell you how he feels before it's too late.

(This is a little self-indulgent since I have a few regrets about being pressured into things I didn't want to do. A lot of my own feelings were used here and I wish I chose to stay true to my interests rather than what I thought was normal at the time)

WC: 1.2k

To say your nerves are getting the best of you would be an understatement as you change your outfit for the twentieth time in the past five minutes. Everything just seems wrong to wear on a date, even if it's just dinner and a movie with a guy in your chemistry class.

He was super sweet when he asked you out by text message, but you weren't sure you were really feeling it.

But being a college student with exactly zero dating experience is kind of a turn off in your opinion. But your desire for the experience and your lack of ill will towards your classmate made you want to at least give him the benefit of the doubt and see what happens.

Wait, what even is supposed to happen on a first date?

Would he want to kiss you?

Does he expect anything more than that?

At times like these, your lack of experience really does come back to haunt you. The idea of possibly losing your first kiss to somebody you don’t feel attracted to is frightening. But you feel like you don't have a good enough reason to skip out on the date.

With a sigh you start the process of getting ready even though you don't have to meet your date at the bar for a few more hours. The Two of you plan on just throwing some darts and playing pool at a popular dive bar on campus. The fact that you don't have to be completely alone with this boy is a relief.

Propping yourself in the bathroom to wash your face and ready yourself you hear the jingling of keys in your lock. You don't have a roommate but you have an inkling that you know who it is. Your suspicions are confirmed when you see the flowing brown locks belonging to your best friend come in through your door. Tooru Oikawa has been your friend for years, but you’ve only grown closer since moving to the city.

“Y/n! I brought you something sweet,” he says holding up a carrier of smoothies from one of your favorite spots on campus.

“Tooru," you sigh looking at his smirking face "tell me again why I gave you a key?”

“Because, you have excellent taste." he giggles handing you your drink and taking a big sip from his own. Leaning up against the counter he turns and takes in your appearance. “Why are you getting dressed up so nice? Are you going on a date or something?”

You glance down at the pattern on the bathroom tiles “Yeah, I guess I am. Is that so hard to believe?” you mumble flicking the bright pink straw with your finger tips. He looks as if there is a protest on the tip of his tongue but he holds himself back.

He takes a minute before he decides to answer you "No, not at all." he says "You just don't sound all too excited about it.”

“It's not that," you say stirring the drink absent-mindedly "I'm just nervous, I've never been on a date before. So I don't know what he is going to expect.”

“I see,” he says as his chocolate orbs stare holes through you. He's quiet for a moment before speaking again, "For starters, If you're not into him then you can tell him so. You shouldn't force yourself to do something if you are not feeling it."

"It's a little too late for that," you say thinking about all the pressure you have gotten to go out with your classmate initially. "But I'm okay with just trying to keep things as non-romantic as possible."

"Poor guy," he says ruffling your freshly styled hair. You try and swat his hand away but the only thing it does is mess up your hair more.

"Thanks for that" you scoff as your fingers try to fix the out-of-place strands. In the mirror, you analyze your reflection before drifting your eyes over to his lips. The soft peach color looks enticing as you wonder if your date's lips would look just like them.

“Actually, Tooru. There is something I want to ask you.”

“What is it? Do you want me to stalk your date at the bar?” he teases with a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

Not wanting to beat around the bush you blurt it out quickly. “You kiss a lot of people right?

He has the audacity to look shocked “What’s that supposed to mean, I can’t help being popular and handsome~ Ow why did you hit me.”

"I had to bring you back down to earth before your ego got too big." you say "It's what Iwaizumi would've done if he was here."

"But you are not Iwa-channn" he whines "you're my cute little y/n your not supposed to hit me."

"Sorry" you try to shrug but the smile blossoming in the corners of your lips gives you away.

"I can't stay mad at you when you smile like that." he says "What did you want to ask me?"

Taking a deep breath you look at him before averting your eyes to the floor. "It's nothing," you say, like a coward.

"Speechless I see," he coo's "I have that effect on people."

Turning around you stare at him "Don't make me hit you again." you threaten mockingly as he sticks his tongue out at you.

Tooru is normally so chatty but now he is quieter than normal. You try to fix the hair he messed up earlier but it's too awkward to focus on anything.

"Is something wrong?" you ask looking over to where he is lounging on your bed.

"Why would it be?" he answers

"You're quiet, I was just wondering why," you say walking over to him and sitting next to him on the comforter.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you, the sorrow apparent in his eyes. "I need to do something, Please don't hate me."

Just as you are about to speak he crashes his mouth onto yours, Your eyes open wide in shock as electricity courses through your body making you tingle all over. Tooru Oikawa, your best friend is currently kissing you... and it feels...Amazing.

Your eyes flutter shut as he deepens the kiss hungrily stealing all the breath from your lungs, his lips still tasting of smoothie as he sighs in relief at your enthusiastic response.

He pulls away way too soon for your liking and you want more than anything to pull him close to you by his collar but you can't bring yourself to do you.

"You're cute when you pout y/n." he says softly, "I really think you're cute all the time."

"Do you really ?" you gasp as he nods shyly as if his tongue wasn't in your mouth moments ago.

Something in your chest feels lighter as you look at him next to you, You have always thought he was attractive and hardworking, but you always assumed he wanted to keep things platonic between the two of you so whatever little crush you had on him had to be hidden in some neglected corner of your heart. But now that he has bridged the gap between your feelings and thoughts that attraction has returned tenfold.

Cupping your cheek with his hand he looks at you as if you yourself had hung the stars in the night sky. "you don't need to go on that date anymore y/n. You have always had me."

Thanks For Reading 💕

#tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa x reader #hq x reader #toru oikawa #toru oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu!!#Haikyuu x reader

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lizzywrites1 · 2 years

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i saw your reblog of the kiss prompt!!

what about 7, an 'i've missed you' kiss for our lovely juli & agustín! one of them has returned after a week away for something (maybe agustín visited family?)

I... feel the urge to write this in first person... so here we go...

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It would be today.

I knew it was today.

We'd planned on him coming home today.

Even though it was six o'clock in the morning, I still looked out the window of the kitchen that faced the road into town expecting to see him walking toward Casita.

Agustín's mother had received a letter from her sister-in-law in the city saying that her brother was ill and refused to see a doctor. Being the sweet and caring man that he was, not to mention a mamá's boy - which I loved about him - he went on the three-day trek to the city. I'd sent him with enough small snacks to last him the three days to get there, the two weeks they would spend in the city, and then the three days to get back to the Encanto. Knowing him, he would go through at least half of the supply, but then there would also be enough in case anyone else needed it.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Geez, Mamá, I'm sorry." Mirabel retracted her hand and held both up in surrender.

"Ay, I didn't hear you come in," I wiped my hands on the rag hanging from my apron. My brow furrowed, "What are you doing up already?"

She placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow, "I should be asking you that. It isn't your turn today." She wasn't wrong. It had been two years since Casita was rebuilt and everyone but myself was in agreement on a cooking schedule. Having been irritatingly outnumbered, I had no choice but to follow it. This day was Mirabel's turn.

I sighed, "I couldn't sleep, and I thought I would just come down and get a start on it."

Mirabel squinted her eyes at me suspiciously and stood up straighter. She'd grown in the past two years and was now at eye-level with me. "I'll let you stay on one condition. You don't touch anything. "

"Mira I-"

"Nope. It's either that or you can watch for Papá through a different window." She crossed her arms and I suddenly felt as though I was looking in a mirror.

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow at her, "Mirabel Valentina Rojas Madrigal."

"Julieta Ana Rojas Madrigal," she countered. My jaw dropped and the smug look on her face said it all.

"This is a little unnerving..." Luisa said from the doorway. It wasn't a surprise that she was up, she was probably coming back from one of her morning runs. "If Mira didn't have glasses, I'd say you had an identical twin, Mamá."

I didn’t look away from my youngest daughter, “Ay, a non-identical sister and brother are enough. Tu batido is already made, mija. I made sure to put guava for added protein.”

“Thanks, Mamá, but... isn’t it Mirabel’s day to cook?” Luisa went over to the counter and picked up the fruit mix. She hummed with satisfaction. Everyone in the house made great smoothies for her, but she always said that no one made them like I made them. ‘A mother’s love,’ is what I always told her.

“That’s what I’ve been saying,” Mirabel said to her sister. Turning to look at her, she was distracted long enough that I could move to the flattop and flip another arepa. “Mamá!”

“It was going to burn!”

“Get out!”

“Perdóneme?” I put a hand over my heart.

“You heard me. Out! Now!” she got behind me and actually started to push me toward the door. “Lu, help me!”

Luisa sipped her smoothie, “No thanks. I choose life.” That’s my girl. Mirabel may have been most like me, but Luisa was all Agustín, through and through.

Mirabel actually managed to push me to the door, and Casita seemed to help. “Casita! E tu Brute?” A tile flipped in response as if agreeing with Mirabel. “I’ve been betrayed by my own house. This is my kitchen!”

“Mamá, we go through this at least once a month. When will you-” one final shove that got me through the door, “-get it!? There. Casita, you know the drill.” With those words, a door slammed in my face.

I huffed, knowing what I was about to say was far from a threat, “Young lady, you just wait until your Papá gets home!”

“What? Will I hug her to death?”

I spun around and any thought of literally being forced out of la cocina was gone from my mind. “Ay, amor,” I smiled and moved the few steps to throw my arms around Agustín’s neck, his arms fitting perfectly, as they always had, around my waist. I pressed a kiss to his lips, firm but gentle, longing but so familiar. We stayed that way for what could have been hours or seconds, we couldn’t tell.

When we finally parted, I stared into his eyes, his glasses set a little off center. I placed a hand on his cheek and ran my thumb over his skin, my eyebrows furrowed, “You’re skinny,” I complained.

His laugh was like the sound of a symphony, “Conejito, I’ve always been slim.”

“Sí, but you’re too skinny. Didn’t your Tia feed you?” I ran my hands down his arms and held his hands, looking him over.

“She did,” he nodded, “But nothing compares to what you make for me.”

Grossed-out noises came from the kitchen. “You locked me out, now this is what you get.” I went to go kiss my husband again, but he put a hand up in front of me.

“Allow me.” His voice was deep and he wiggled his eyebrows. Taking my chin between his forefinger and thumb he held my face as he kissed me. Then before I knew it, he’d picked me up in his arms, eliciting a squeal of surprise from me. He was always much stronger than he looked, and honestly not skinny at all... not when you got a good look at him... with no clothes on. “Vamos, amante, we have lost time to make up for,” he said before kissing me again.

Hacking noises came from the kitchen now. “You two are honestly so disgusting, sometimes,” Isabela said from the bottom of the stairs.

“Ah, I can’t help what your Mamá, brings out in me,” he said in response.

“Pa, gross,” Isa said.

“Maybe you’ll get another sibling?” he wiggled his eyebrows again.

A chorus of ‘Pa!’ ‘Eww, gross!’ ‘I’m honestly going to throw up!’

I raised my eyebrows, “I don’t know about that. We’re too old, Tïno.”

He laughed, “This family is full of the unexpected, Julieta.”

“Just go already!!” Isabela was shielding her eyes and not a second later, I was swept up the stairs and into our room. Safe to say I didn’t try to help with lunch or dinner that day...

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

This took forever, I’m so sorry! I have a few more of these asks in my inbox. I’m trying to work on them. Hope you enjoyed it.

#encanto #encanto fic #Julieta and Agustin Madrigal #julieta madrigal #Agustín Madrigal #julieta x agustín #agustín x julieta #kiss #embarrassing #embarrassing their daughters as always #i love them #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal

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sagehqs · 1 year

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sage x gio ( @secondhnd) | outside afterlife antiques | late afternoon

Ducking toward a trashcan on the side of the street, Sage threw the final sips of their smoothie away and habitually wiped their hand against their jeans. They weren't paying the most attention to their surroundings, considering the display window of the antique store had caught their eyes. Bright green eyes locked on the typewriter sitting atop an opened cover desk, Sage was in total awe of the setup. If they could have their way, their apartment would look exactly the same as this display -- neatly packed with knickknacks and essentials. Heavy on the emphasis of packed with knickknacks, they let their eyes flutter around the window display, gasping as they noted a first-edition copy of Whitman poems just strewn across the scene before them.

"Oh my god. I have to have that. Shit. I need that, actually" Turning around without any hesitation, she originally planned to head into the antique store -- however, with a human two inches from their face, their attention turned its focus. "Ah." Was all that escaped their mouth for just a moment as they took a rebuked step back. Their face, being the tell-tale of their emotions, dropped only slightly seeing Gio. It wasn't that she thought ill of him, but he just challenged them in a way they weren't used to, that they truly didn't know how to handle. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I wasn't really paying attention -- you good?" With a faint smile on their face, they looked up to the brunet and gave a small wave.

#sage x gio #gio 001 #s: interaction

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ostomyeducation · 1 year

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I saw that you post a lot/reblog about smoothies and nutrition! What is your favorite combo of things for dehydration and nutrients?

Smoothies are easily my favorite way to stay hydrated while getting the nutrients I need. The blades of the blender are like an extra set of teeth (weird image, I know) that help the tired intestines absorb nutrients without the extra work.

Everyone's needs are different, and as you stated, dehydration and malnutrition are two of the biggest problems. Fruits and vegetables that have a large percentage of water weight - like strawberries, watermelon, cantaloupe, celery, and zucchini - will help with the absorption of necessary fluids. Fruits and vegetables that have a high concentration of nutrients like electrolytes or vitamins, such as bananas, spinach, mangoes, and blueberries, will help combat chronic malabsorption and malnutrition. Don't be afraid to add vegetables to a smoothie - the natural sugars from the fruit will hide any "veggie" taste! (Kale puts up a strong fight, though).

Another staple found in my pantry is a vegan protein powder and raw meal powder. The choice of vegan powder versus animal-based is based on my personal preference and allergies but there are many options available for people of all food preferences! I typically add protein powder to most all of my smoothies. When I am having a particularly rough "flare" day where my illness is exacerbated, I like to add raw meal powder as a meal substitute in the event that I am unable to eat a solid meal. Both the protein powder and raw meal powder can also be added to a simple glass of milk (cow's, almond, oat, you name it!).

I hope this helps! Always remember - a shake is better than skipping a meal. A bite or a sip is better than no attempt to eat at all. You need protein, water, and nutrients for your body to heal. If your pain and/or nausea are holding you back from completely nourishing yourself, your best attempt will always be good enough. Keep up the good work.

#nutrition #dehydration #malnourishment #malnutrition #ostomy #crohn's disease #ulcerative colitis #colon cancer

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ladytitanium · 1 year

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If hating durians make one a homophobe ill check that box gladly those fruits are nasty

so when I worked at a bubble tea shop my manager used to bring in various new products to try out and see if they were good, so that she could consider ordering them in bulk to sell as part of the menu. and one time I walked in for my shift and was greeted with this WALL OF STENCH. I cannot explain what durian smells like to someone who has never smelled it but it's unmistakably Awful. I cannot imagine a person who would sniff that and be like "yeah. seems like something I want to put in my mouth and body. sure!"

well she gleefully pulls out this tub of powdered flavoring, and proceeds to make..... a smoothie. with durian powder. and I, being brave enough to have tried every single bizarre offering she'd dragged in up to this point, held my breath and took a hearty sip of the concoction, all pale green and reeking. And It Was. Bad! Not as bad as it smelled, admittedly, but uh........ bad!

and yeah I'll try pretty much everything once. I'm an adventurous eater, I like to experience new flavors and sensations, but that? I am never eating again.

#the goodsola has spoken #anyway this is my durian hateblog now and if that makes me a homophobe so be it #maybe it was a wild misinterpretation of me hating fruits lmao

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oceanbruises · 3 months

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Tuesday, January 9

🌟

January 9, already? I thought it was January 4 or something.

- Still really struggling with stomachaches and not much seems to be helping. It seems to get worse at night, I don't know why. Last night was horrible. I got 2 hours of sleep before another extreme flare up.

- I'm also *very* dehydrated. I'm chronically dehydrated even when I'm not sick due to Unkown Illness, but now with having diarrhea and only being able to drink a sip or two an hour (with electrolytes)... It's hard. I try to compensate by drinking smoothies as meals, but it's rough.

- I spoke to Elliot's current owner and he's okay with me postponing by a week or so if I don't feel better, so that's good. And he sent me a recent picture of Elliot, which I love!

- Chico and spouse played a bunch together, it was so cute and silly. They match each other surprisingly well.

- Bean is such a good dog. I haven't been able to walk her in many days, but she seems okay or at least tolerant of a short lap around the yard with some kibble for her to chase in the living room. I'm lucky to have a dog that adapts so well to me being incapacitated and it comes what I thought— a low energy dog is the right choice for me.

- I'm seriously thinking of hiring a dog walker for Bean and Elliot, when I can afford it. I'm hoping that I will rarely get this ill again, but being unable to use my legs is sadly more common than I'd like (and I can't afford an electric wheelchair) so having a dog walker to keep in my back pocket would be nice and I'm sure Bean would enjoy a walk here and there until I can walk again.

#Daily words #D/ont r/reblog

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lunarrumor · 2 years

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my summer

late night uber rides, hopping park fences, five friends slumped in one bed, movie night couch cuddles, boardwalk dates, huddles in the sand to keep each other warm, climbing to the top of the lifeguard tower, whooping as one of us does a stupid dare, sneaking neck kisses while we walk and laugh with the group, irish accents and late mickey d runs, travelust for france hawaii italy, saying goodbye like they’re my lifeline, playgrounds and bottles, wanting to hold on forever, climbing trees and racing, midnight walks to his house, sharing shenanigans and avoiding the repercussions, sipping soda and sharing his bed, singing bruno mars at the top of our lungs, teddy bears, thrift store finds, swinging each other around, sunglasses by the dozen, supportive friends and romantic setups, making kraft mac at 2 am, stealing each other’s hats, belongings strewn throughout all our places, realizing ill know these fools forever, knowing looks, happy shrieks, missing her, finding him, mutual friends, fancy dinners together, pajama pants, taking over restaurants, running wild on the beach, buying too much food to count, smoothies and shameless, him in the kitchen, silly games and prank calls, new friends to bond with quickly, a safe friend group, dreading the end, great views and a minion movie, parties and drunken swimming, blasting music on the highway in a crumbling mini cooper, tourist fits and souvenir shotglasses, fluffy hair and feeling loved, bikinis and night swims in the ocean, towels whipping, splashing and dunking, cursing and chasing heels while laughing all the way, stupid apology kisses, scolding for best behavior, man tits and money, sharing favorite books, facetiming across the world, good morning texts and goodnight calls, new plans everyday, binging with my sister, keeping my people close, theaters and ditching the movie, making sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble, groundings and funny parents, baby dogs, domestic air bnb, being carried around, chicken fights, arguing over each other, weekly sleepovers, poking fun at each other’s love lives, friends showing up like they live here, talks about being my best man, swapping clothes, fried chicken and tacos, rich friends with big houses, play fights and ripped shirts, gentle hands and a dimpled smile, sneaking around, friends spamming life 360, wild stories, travel plans, feeling taken care of, wanting them to know they’re perfect, free meals and italian restaurants, cuddling under the covers, pineapple juice and snack runs, girlfriends, deep conversations, hotboxing the treehouse, sneaking in, hanging out the car window, laying on his chest, seeing my babygirl, calling me his

#diana speaks #love #friendship #friend group #summer #summer love

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artzychic27 · 2 years

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I need need NEED more of Marc reading for filth!

Lila: Hi, guys! I um… Was wondering if any of you had some extra cash for lunch? I left mine at home, and well, I’ve already asked my classmates so many times. And since we’re all such good friends, I figured-

Marc: Jean, hold my choker. Can’t have my throat being restricted.

Jean: Go easy on her. *Takes off Marc’s choker*

Marc: Alright. Lila. I see you. I see your sad little attempt at fashion with your burnt sienna leather jacket that reminds me of the time I puked up my blood orange smoothie on a cow. And not to mention your filthy grey romper, which does not, I repeat NOT go with that color.

Denise: Mhm!

Marc: Yes, and those three little ponytails. I applaud you for having the fashion sense of a five-year-old on the first day of school. Bravo to you, madame!

Lila: Excuse y-

Marc: *Holds up his finger* Ah. *Zips up his jacket* Apologies. The room always seems a little colder whenever you walk in. Now, where was I?… You were blessed with a silver tongue the Devil himself would envy and kill for, a tongue laced with deceit and false promises.

Ismael: Facts.

Marc: Well, I have news for you, Lila Rossi. That tongue has done you well, but will also serve as your downfall. You may be a model and think you have everything going for you, but little celebrities like yourself always have haters who critique every little thing you do and dig up filth from your shady past. Gabriel is quite popular across the continent. I wonder how many other poor souls who knew about your lies are burning every magazine with your face on it as they post what you’ve done to them on their social media.

Lila: …

Marc: And just another quick thing I need to get off my chest. *Takes a sip of water* Your ill-fitting outfit, little deluded fantasies, and your ability to manipulate people with ease do nothing to conceal the fact that you are just a poor little theater kid-wannabe who didn’t get a part in West Side Story when you were twelve.

Jean: Oh my.

Marc: So to work through the trauma, you make life your stage with you as the star actress, only the curtains never fall and you continue to act as this perfect girl you’ve created whom everyone adores and desires because you know you can never reach her status… Now pick your jaw up off the floor, go back to your little cult and have them drink the tainted Kool-Aid you drool from your mouth! Go on.

Lila: *Walks away*

#miraculous ladybug #marc anciel #reading for filth #miraculous #Mme. mendeleive class #lila rossi bashing #Pose #burn #Elektra Abundance #mlb incorrect quotes

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

•pairings: enemy, barista and student!jaemin x student and barista!reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

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•warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, crying kink, hair pulling, choking, small praising, small size kink, degradation (slut, whore), dumbification (sexual and non sexual use) nanas kinda mean :( but gets a lil nicer :), jaemin refers to himself as nana a lot mostly when they do the dirty, bulging kink, pet names (princess, baby, baby girl, little girl, pretty girl), unprotected sex (please be safe), slight face slapping (he slaps her once), rough sex clearly, some sexual tension, I hope i got everything

You were fuming!

The boy in front of you not even batting an eyelash, just laughing at the mess dripping down your face.

You smelt like an iced americano.

People around you held their hands to their mouths in shock and others tried to hold back their laughter. Some even pointed at you or gave sympathetic looks.

It wasnt like people were surprised anymore. Jaemin always had something up his sleeve for you. But he never went as far as pouring his coffee on you.

"Aw poor baby. Do you need a napkin?" He faked sympathy with a pout and his friends began laughing. You just got up and walk by them, making sure to bump into jaemins shoulder on your way through.

It was almost everyday that Jaemin would do something so uncalled for. It was like he was made to push your buttons. Even as you're walking out of the college building, you can still hear the boy laughing at you. Or maybe it was the other students. Either way, you wanted to kill him.

As you trudged towards your car, a sense of relief washed over you. A great happiness that only comes when you finished your classes and could go home. Only this happiness stayed for a good 2 hours until you have to go to your part time job at the cafe with your favorite person of course. But its not like you can quit. You need the money so you can live and get the education you need, no matter how hard it is being with him.

It was then when you sat in your car and the squishing in the seat made your face curl into a scowl, only made you think of ways to get away with murder. It was gross really. The seats were sticky, plus your hair and clothes were sticking to you like lip gloss. A shower would be perfect right about now.

"Hi y- oh..." Your roommate, jimin, stared at your messy state. Giving you a good up and down before shrugging his shoulders, "jaemin?"

You sighed, walking over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, "Who else? Its always him."

Jimin gave you a small smile and came closer as if ready to hug you but didn't because he didn't want to get sticky. "You know, maybe you should quit that job."

"No."

He groaned and snatched the water that you were about to sip, "Why? You'd only see jaemin in school. And you wouldnt have to stick with his bickering in work." He huffed, shaking his head, "Girls are so difficult sometimes."

You tried leaping up to grab the bottle from jimin, but all he did was hold it above his head. You stomped on his foot in return. Jimin huddled over and you snatched the bottle, smirking with victory as you put it to your lips.

"You fucking snake." Jimin hissed in pain.

A laugh fell from your lips as you walked by him, completely ignoring his words and his pain, "Im gonna take a shower."

Once you got to your room, the first thing you did was grab your work clothes, a towel, and underwear and got ready for the warm shower.

After you switched on the water and let it heat up, you stepped in and immediately felt at peace as the water cascaded over your body, cleaning off the almost dried coffee. Your hair felt lighter, like a feather and your fingers could now slip through the strands easily without an issue. The scent of your body wash overpowered the coffee smell and you felt much better. Water, soap, and coffee were beginning to fill the drain as you finished washing up. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the murky water. What a bastard.

For once you were actually happy to wear your work clothes after what had happened earlier. The clothes actually felt comfortable and jimin was becoming more and more confused as to why you were hugging yourself with a huge smile on the couch.

"No one should be that happy after a shower." He started flipping through channels on the t.v.

"Dont tell me how to feel, I dont smell like jaemins coffee anymore." You gushed overdramtically. Jimin could only role his eyes.

"Please...you act like he's a demon of some sort."

You squinted your eyes at jimin and flared your nostrils, "he is. Hes a nasty, dumb, annoying, self centered-"

"Okay okay I get it! You hate jaemin! The funny thing is you can never get his name out of your mouth." Everything stopped and your head snapped in jimins directions.

"What are you saying?" A frown found itself on your face, jimin leaned closer.

"Im saying that maybe you might like him."

You shrieked in disgust, blocking your ears with your hands. Jimin laughed at your reaction. Almost falling off the couch in the process. "Ew! Gross! Why would you even think that!"

"Like I said, you can never get his name out of your mouth. I think its pretty obvious you like him." He was still giggling at you except your face was anything but happy, more grossed out at how he thought you could like such a person

"I can't stand you. I'm leaving for work." You stood up and jimin did nothing to stop you from going. Even though you still had about 15 minutes until you normally leave. "Ill be back at 9." The door slammed behind you, leaving jimin alone with another laughing fit.

You got in the car and drove off to your work, still trying to come up with a reason as to why jimin is saying all this. Sure maybe you talk about jaemin a little lot but that doesn't mean you like him. Its very much the opposite and jimin should know that. It only frustrates you the more you think about it. Liking someone like jaemin? Please. That would be your nightmare.

As you pulled up to the cafe, there were only a few other cars parked. Few were from other workers but the majority were most like customers or people just trying to get a free parking space. Lucky for you, there were many open spaces, unlike when you come later and they're filled. Maybe leaving earlier wasnt such a bad idea. It saved you the 3 minute walk.

"Y/n! You're just on time!" One of your coworkers, irene, called out as you stepped inside the shop. "We need help back here!" You had no time to even begin to say your shift hasn't started yet when irene took you by the hand and dragged you to where the coffee was being made. "We have a bunch of online orders coming in so can you please help us with the coffee and food?" She tossed you a brown apron for you to put on and you nodded, trying to get your brain to speed up with everything in the world.

It was so quiet when you walked in that you never even realized that the back was busy. Coffee cups were filled and put into trays for orders, food was being heated or baked. It was a chaotic place right now and all you could do was help. So as fast as you could, you began with the first order on the screen. A large mocha with extra extra sugar, whipped cream, and chocolate curls. Easy enough you thought as you reached for a cup but a hand beat you to it.

Your eyes looked up at the person in front of you and just when you thought everything was going fine, it wasn't, "What are you doing here so early?" You asked bitterly.

"I always come in early. What are you doing here so early?" Jaemin asked whilst holding a death grip on the cup.

"Just felt like coming early." You muttered, watching as jaemin turned away with a scoff, quickly cutting the conversation short. "Bastard."

Jaemin was busy making what you were originally going to do, so you looked for another order to get ready. It was just two cake pops and a small strawberry banana smoothie. Something you've been craving recently from the lack of sweetness and fruit in your day to day life.

The cake pops and smoothie were quick to make and were soon sent off to the customer. You happily beamed and wished them good day once they left.

After then there was a familiar face with a friend right next to him, he was quite handsome you must say. He was indeed so handsome that he just looked unreal. "Hey jimin. Whose this?" You nodded towards the bright black haired man.

"This is taemin! He wanted some coffee so I brought him- hey stop staring at him!" Jimin snapped you out of your trance and taemin chuckled.

"Its okay shes cute." He eye smiled, showing off his perfectly white teeth. He's definitely not real.

Jimin tsk'd, "Until you get to know her."

"Yeah yeah... whatever." You smiled at him, completely oblivious to what he just said.

They both ordered and took a seat next to the window. You were still staring at taemin with your head in your hand until someone tapped your shoulder, "Who are they?" Jaemins voice rang in your ears, making you stand up straight.

"Thats my roommate, jimin, and his friend taemin." You glanced back at the boys, mainly at taemin and just stared like he was your first crush.

"Quit staring your gonna scare him away." Jaemin said earning himself a chuckle from you.

You stuck your tongue out, "He called me cute."

The boy smirked from ear to ear and leaned in close to your face, "He was lying." You grumbled and pushed him away from you, getting annoyed by his presence very quickly.

"Jaemin and y/n, get back to work we have orders to do!" Irene called out. Both of you quickly returning to your stations and getting things ready.

"Look at him. Hes basically waiting for me to come over to him." Seulgi, another person in this school you dispise, said as she looked at jaemin in the back of the room. She wasn't very quiet either considering you were only a few seats away from him. So it only meant that jaemin could hear her, but chose to ignore it. Typical boy.

"Honestly. He looks so good today too." Sana, her best friend, commented.

"Oh and did you hear what he was planning on doing today to y/n? Apparently he's gonna-"

"Class get back in your seats, we have much to discuss." The professor stood in the front of the class. Everyone shifted and moved to their appropriate places and waited for the teacher to begin. Unlike you, who was wondering what seulgi was going to say next. If its something worse than coffee being poured on your head, you may just have to bury yourself six feet under after this.

As you were taking notes something flung towards your head and hit you on the side, looking over was jaemin with a smirk was he held his fingers in a sling shot shape. A rubber band was laying on your lap. Then another one. One even hit your cheek creating a small smack sound as you winced in pain. Oh you desperately wanted to get out of this seat and punch the boy in the face.

"Excuse me sir!" You called out, raising your head. The whole class looked at you and your cheeks began to heat up. "May i go to the restroom?" The professor nodded and you headed out. Not until you stopped in your tracks from a loud smack to your butt, causing the whole class to turn around again.

Jaemin was enjoying this, the way you stared at him with wide eyes and open mouth, made him just want to do it again. He never thought this reaction from you would be so entertaining and he tried his best not show it, with only a small smirk covering his face.

You rushed out of the room, faster than ever and leaned against the nearest surface you could find. Not only were you questioning reality, but also why jaemin just did that.

"That little bitch." You said to yourself as you paced back and forth in the hallway, staring at the ground.

"Excuse me?" Jaemin voice rang in your ears as you looked up with a angry red face. Steam was even coming out of your ears and nose. "Did you just call nana a bitch?" He put his hands to his chest and pouted, "Little girl you need to learn some manners." Jaemin tilted his head to the side and began walking forward.

"Shut up." You had nothing else to say as you grit your teeth, looking at the ground.

Jaemin didnt like that and grabbed the back of your neck to make you look at him, "What? Did your stupid head stop thinking? Your normally so chatty for nana what happened?"

"Jaemin i-" you cut yourself off as you felt jaemin grip the back of your neck tighter causing you to moan in pain.

"Stupid girl." Jaemin whispered, forcefully pushing you away. It was not strong enough to make you fall but at least stumble.

You glowered, earning yourself a chuckle from him. "What will it take for you to leave me alone!?"

"Bring this to table 15 please! Thanks!" Irene smiled as she handed you a small cup of iced coffee and you took it, taking it to its designated place. What you didn't except was to see taemin again, gleaming up at you.

"Hi y/n." He smiled and you tried to remain calm.

God how is someone so beautiful?

"Hey, I didnt except you to come back." You returned the warm smile and started to play with the apron around your waist.

Taemin giggled, "I actually quite like this place, its cozy." He began to take a sip from the straw, eyes still trained on you. If only you weren't so awkward with him, you wouldve found something to say other than staring at him and indulging in the beauty before you. But lucky for you someone behind the counter called for you, quickly averting your attention back to work.

The next order was a shake, so you grabbed the correct ingredients and began using the blendor, when someone came next to you, doing the same thing "You seem like your having fun flirting around." The unwanted conversation with jaemin began, "makes nana kind of jealous."

"Hm funny." You ignored him and continued blending the ice cream.

Jaemin casually rolled his eyes and glanced down at your nonchalant face before returning back to the blender, "you know you really do piss me off."

You sneered and snickered to yourself, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"I was thinking of fucking you dumb or until you know your place but maybe thats a bit too rewarding."

The cup was removed and set aside from the blender with your hands placed on your hips, "Im sorry what?"

"Did I stutter?" Jaemin raised an eyebrow and also put the cup down. You went silent, not knowing whether or not to just laugh it off or quickly run away. "And I'm still waiting on my apology."

"One, I am not going to apologize to your bitchy ass. Two, even if I did let you, you could never 'fuck me dumb', it just wouldn't happen. Now stop trying to get in my pants."

Jaemin opened then closed his mouth about to say something, but didn't and just put on a sweet smile, "Go take these to table 7 for nana." He said like he was testing yoj.

"Why? You made them."

"Nana told you to do something little girl, now do it." Jaemins sweet smile was still plastered on his face yet it intimidated you enough to do as he said.

Taemin was long gone when you walked out and you were kind of sad as you weren't able to say goodbye before he left. You placed the shake down on the table and was ready to walk away when you heard your name being called.

"Y/n? You work here?" Seulgis voice spoke as you turned around. Both her and sana were looking at you with shit eating grins.

"Doesn't jaemin also work here seulgi?" Sana asked the girl in front of her and seulgi looked as if she got the brightest idea.

"Oh yeah! Y/n can you get jaemin over here? Pretty please?" She asked sweetly yet with a hint of sourness and you listened, not feeling like ignoring her at the moment.

You told jaemin that seulgi and sana were out front looking for him and he nonchalantly went out without question. Leaving you to do some of the work alone, which you didn't mind considering its jaemin, the annoying bastard who won't leave you alone, but he does help you whenever you need it. And right now, it was a bit busy, and you needed it.

After doing 4 more online orders and sending them off through the driveway, jaemin finally came back with a scowl on his face looking ready to beat someone up. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He raised his voice only loud enough for you to hear. But you were quite confused on what was happening.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

Jaemin groaned, "I knew you were fucking dumb but come on y/n! Why is seulgi covered in the shake i gave you?"

You paused for a moment, unable to answer that. Is he assuming you spilt her shake on her? Why would you even do that in the first place. Yeah you don't like her, but you're not going to stoop to her or his level. "I dont know."

He slammed his hand on the wall near your head, startling you a bit, "You dont know huh?" You shook your head slowly. "Seulgi and sana both said you purposefully spilt the shake on seulgi. Now answer me honestly. Is that true?" You shook your head again, feeling really small and helpless under his strong gaze.

"I-i didnt spill t-the skake." You muttered quietly.

He inhaled sharply, "Then who did huh? Or maybe you don't know because you're so dumb."

"S-stop..." you frowned, looking down at floor, but jaemin had other plans and made you look up at him. A single tear slide down your cheek and you swear you saw a small grin appear on his face.

"Tell nana what happened." His voice became softer as he swiped away the stray tear on your face.

You huffed, still afraid that he'd do something to you although you knew he wouldnt purposely cause you pain. "W-well she asked me to go get you, which I did, a-and her shake was perfectly fine when I left."

"Are you saying she purposely spilt the shake on herself to make me angry at you?"

"Y-yes."

"Ill believe my little girl for now, but if I find out you are lying, you will be in big trouble got that?" Jaemin lifted his hand off the wall and proceeded to walk back out of the room. Leaving you shocked at his words and still frightened by an angry jaemin.

You went to the cash register once jaemin left to get ready to count the bills until you heard jaemin and seulgi arguing. Lucky for them, no one but you and him were working right now. Irene went home earlier and the normal crew always leave around 6:30, leaving just you and jaemin.

"It was only a prank nana. No need to get so worked up. And besides you didn't even prank her today, be glad I did for you." Seulgi said smiling at the boy in front of her.

Jaemin physically cringed when he heard his nickname roll off her tongue, "you didn't have to do that."

You stood there watching, astonished how jaemin was standing up for you. Hes supposed to hate you. Jaemin didn't even bother going with the girls when they offered him a ride, instead he stayed with you and even helped close. Something he normally doesn't do because he leaves before you and gives you all the hard things to do.

"Hurry up and finish." Jaemin spoke. A little bit of anger still laced in his voice.

"Whats your rush?"

He sighed, "I wanna go home. Plus I can't stand this place right now. I'm pissed."

You finished wiping down that last table and walked over to him, "Just go home then."

"Not without you."

You gave him a dirty look, "im not going home with you."

Jaemin leaned down, his face only inches from yours and whispered, "Remember what I said earlier hm? I wanna fuck you dumb." He then grabbed your waist bringing you closer to him, if that was possible, "Can I do that pretty girl? Can nana fuck you so hard you won't even remember anything but my cock?" You were so lost in your mind that everything became a blur. Jaemins words sounded so sweet but were so lewd. And you were so close to kissing him until he put his finger on your lips, "But you have to wait." You frowned and were only getting more angry by the second. You went from not wanting anything to do with jaemin to just about ready to beg him to kiss you. Was it that easy for him to get in your head? Or were you so sex deprived that now jaemin seemed somewhat interesting?

You laid on jaemins bed getting bored with the constant teasing. He never did anything but that. Jaemin would get close to your lips and back away as you chased him. Hed chuckle and coo at you for being so desperate. But that wasn't the point of all the teasing. He really just wanted you to beg him to kiss you. No words will come out of his mouth telling you to beg, he just excepted it to happen sooner or later. But youre too stubborn to do so, so you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, catching him by surprise.

Jaemins hands gripped your wrists and pulled them off his face, pinning them to the bed, "You didnt even ask to kiss me." Jaemin pulled away, raising his eyebrow high, "Dont you think thats a bit mean."

"So was teasing me, but I let you continue." You huffed, trying to free your wrists from his death grip but it was no use.

"You dont have a say on whether i continue or not. I'm in charge here and you take what I give you, understand?" You rolled your eyes. It was your intention to make jaemin angry. You wanted to push his buttons.

What you didnt know was that not answering jaemin correctly would earn you a slap to the face. And jaemin was not even fazed by it.

"Dont roll your eyes and answer nana." Jaemin smiled. "Can you say 'yes nana'?"

"Y-yes nana."

"Good girl." Jaemin muttered and began slowly kissing your jawline down to your neck, sucking here and there creating shades of purple and red marks. Oh how he loved the marks he was leaving.

You so desperately wanted to grip onto jaemins hair and pull it but he never budged his hands, only tightening his grasps. As he continued attacking your neck, you began to lift your hips up to get some sort friction. Jaemin noticed and shifted so that his thigh was in between your legs and rubbing against your clothed core. A spew of quiet moans left your lips but you wanted more. Jaemin was going to soft and slow for your liking.

"I thought you were going to fuck me dumb?" You said and jaemin lifted his head to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Patience baby. You aren't ready yet." He let go of your wrists and took your shirt off. The cold air made you shiver and jaemin chuckled. "I wanna make you cum at least 2 times before I fuck you."

"Then stop talking and do it." You replied, pushing your hips up to rub against his thigh, but they were pushed back down on the bed.

"Didnt I say to take what I give you?" Your head slowly moved up and down and jaemin smiled, "so why arent you happy with what nana gives you?"

"I want more..." you sighed as he started to slide your pants and panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. His mouth slowly started kissing your inner thighs and you could feel your heat dripping with anticipation. You whined for more but only got a slap to the thigh telling you to be quiet. Needless to say you didn't listen and continued to try to get him closer to where you needed him most but pulling his hair.

Jaemin groaned grabbing your wrist again and pushed it away roughly. His patience was wearing out. You were more stubborn than he thought, but that doesn't mean he can't still break you. "Next time you do that, I'll flip you over and beat your ass till its purple." Your breath hitched and as much as you were tempted, you wanted to be able to sit for a few days so you stayed put and kept your hands to yourself.

But the desperation was getting to you and you wanted relief which jaemin wasnt giving you until you felt his two fingers circling around your clit. "P-please jaemin." You moaned as he flicked your clit with his middle finger. Then soon enough he stuck two fingers inside you. Your pussy automatically clenching around his digits as he moved at a steady in and out pace.

It felt so good. His fingers felt so good. They made your body twist in pleasure as more moans left your mouth. Jaemin was watching your face closely as it contorted with pleasure. He loved seeing your eyebrows bunched together, so focused on the way his fingers worked inside you.

"My pretty slut. Taking nanas fingers so well." He gushed, still watching your face. Jaemin could feel himself get even more painfully hard but he didn't want to fuck you just yet. He meant it when he said he wanted you to cum 2 times. So he picked up the speed with his fingers, your hands landing on his forearm that was resting on near your hip. "Are you gonna cum for nana princess?"

You frantically nodded your head as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You could feel your cum leak out of you as jaemin leaned down and began eating away at your cunt.

"J-jaemin! So...go-good!" Your head flew back as his tongue sucked on your clit and a loud moan filled the room.

Jaemin smirked against your heat, "I haven't even fucked you yet and your already sounding like a dumb whore. Its so easy to break you princess."

"N-no its j-ju-...." you whimpered as your brain wasnt even trying to help you function right. His tongue was extraordinary. "Mmmm."

"Aw my dumb little princess is so cute." He muttered diving back into lapping at your soaked cunt. It was almost as if on cue and without warning, you were cumming again. Jaemins hasty tongue took it all. Groaning at the taste of you in his mouth.

He sat up over you, grabbing your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Deepening the kiss by grabbing the back of his hair, jaemin couldnt help but moan a bit as his cock brushed against your thigh. He felt big. Bigger than the few guys you've been with and you were ecstatic.

You tugged on jaemins pants and shirt as a way to tell him to take them off and he did after getting off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed. His abs were more defined than you thought and when his cock sprung free, your mouth started watering. Jaemins smirk only grew watching you stare. He was starting to get cocky

"What? You wanna suck my cock?" Jaemin asked sweetly.

"Yes please." You reached over to try and touch him but he didn't allow you. And smacked your hand away. It was a way for him to tease you and you hated it.

"So kind for nana now. Ealier you were so cock hungry that you decided to be a brat. Did nana finally break you?" Jaemin whispered as he moved a piece of hair out of your face, looking at you with fill admiration.

"No you didn't break me. But I wanna suck you off." You whined as jaemin picked you up and sat you just above his cock, the tip teasing at your entrance.

"Too bad. Now I want you to sit." Jaemin said looking into your eyes. You obeyed with a little hesitation. His cock was surely going to hurt you so you took it slowly and started lowering your hips. "Fuck...thats a good girl." Jaemin praised, watching his cock dissappear between your legs and your tummy get full with his cock. "My baby's so tiny you can see my cock in your belly." He said, pushing down on the area where he was imprinted in you.

Slowly you started moving, lifting your hips up and down. You were wet enough that he could easily slide in and out with no problem.

Jaemins head fell back as he sighed with relief, grunting as you picked up the pace, "So tight for nana." He whispered and you moaned back loudly. His cock stretched every inch of you to the point where it felt like you'd split.

"More more more." You whined against jaemins neck, gripping his shoulders tightly. Carefully jaemin flipped you both over so he was on top and continued pounding into your destroyed cunt. He kept a hand around your neck squeezing it every so often as a choked out moan left your throat.

His cock was so deep and fast that you couldn't think straight. You kept blabbering about his cock. Only thing on your mind was how nice he felt inside you. Jaemin bit his lip as he smirked at you, grabbing your hair and bringing your face close to his, "Now will you admit that I fucked you dumb and say your nanas dumb slut?"

"Y-yes, I'm na-nanas dumb sl-slut." You cried, tears falling down your face from how good he felt inside and if you thought jaemin couldn't go any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard and rough, sure enough to hurt your thighs tomorrow as he pounded relentlessly. "So close." Your voice came out choked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You held on to jaemins hand that was on your neck as he helped you with your orgasm.

Jaemin wasnt far behind you with his and groaned loudly, "fuck, where do you want it princess?"

"I-inside." You moaned as the feeling of hot cum was shot inside you. Jaemins hips kept moving him through his orgasm until he slowly came to a stop. Both of you panted loudly, there were even a few tears falling down your cheek here and there.

Jaemin slowly pulled out, making sure not to hurt you, and he laid beside you. "You did so well." He kissed your forehead. "Cmon ill carry you to bathroom so we can take a bath." He said picking up your worn out naked figure with so much care. Making you forget he was your enemy.

#nct smut #nct #na jaemin #na jaemin smut #kpop #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct u #jaemin #jaemin nct dream #jaemin nct #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct 127 smut

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gryffindormischief · 3 years

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flow | part 2 (sweater knickers)

A/N: this is for @fightfortherightsofhouseelves hehe. one more part after this I think...planning for a lil sultry fluff

There's a part 1 here that definitely makes this mess make more sense xD

Available on FF and Ao3 (from the beginning FF // Ao3)

“Well this went so well last time, I’m not surprised you asked me again,” Harry drawls, taking another sip of his ‘thank you for helping your desperate mate’ smoothie. It’s a bit too heavy on the citrus but it’s free and fruit is fruit.

“Actually, my professor said I was ‘insightful’ and ‘possessed a shocking level of medical knowledge for a classics student.’”

Harry huffs and takes a pointed sip, letting Neville stew in his ill-gotten compliments. Whatever punishment he receives from the slightly weak glare can’t be as painful as Harry’s resulting brain freeze. That’ll teach him to try to mimic the infamous Lily Evans-Potter deadpan glare.

“Not like you have anything better to do.”

“Definitely not in med school,” Harry drawls.

“Ok. You’re so super busy?”

“I spent the entire weekend doing clinical shifts, so yeah.”

Neville blinks, waiving a biscotti to prompt Harry on, “And then you…”

“Then I spent the remainder of my time taking care of my fake farm.”

“There it is.” Neville says, triumphant as he taps Harry’s knuckles with the half eaten cookie. He takes another bite, crumbs falling across the back of Harry’s hand.

Harry shakes the sugary bits to the table top and flips another page, roughly enough that he nearly tears the corner off.

“Oi! Watch - ”

This time, Harry’s pointed glare is slightly more successful - Neville doesn’t outright laugh at him. Sadly, Harry’s mood has dipped decidedly since the harsh, albeit accurate, reminder that he spends his weekends wooing little animated characters and buying tiny cartoon horses.

“Do you ever,” Harry takes a long breath, “I feel like everyone is crunching granola and energized by the universe while I’m - passed out in a chair with a pack of milk duds on my chest.”

“Last time I found you asleep it was apple slices. That’s a step up, right?” Neville says, dunking his biscotti into his coffee, “Back to work, no time for angst.”

“So selfish.”

“I’m helping you keep your artistic side while also honing your skills as a wingman - now critique.”

Harry snorts and sips at his smoothie, wincing as the chill freezes up the back of his throat. “All that honing and criticism is what got me in trouble last time.”

“You liked it just fine.”

A few patrons jostle past and Harry scoots forward, flipping another page. “Load of good it did.”

“One crisis at a time - I need four pages of analysis by Wednesday.”

“Today’s the last day you can demand my time for a bit - I’m Tonks’ plus one for Teddy’s friend’s birthday.”

“How complicated.”

Harry grabs another sticky note and marks a men’s fitness ad. “She says she gets lonely if Remus isn’t there.”

“Sounds like a fix up.”

Sucking in a breath, Harry winces, “I know.”

----

“Thanks for humoring me Harry,” Tonks says, bouncing at Harry’s side, not unlike her 5 year old, currently holding Harry’s hand.

Tonks grips his arm a little tighter and Harry grunts. “I can’t help but think I’ve been duped.”

Teddy does some sort of jumping pirouette while keeping his grip on Harry’s index finger - and nearly dislocating Harry’s arm in the process - and Tonks trips over nothing. Which could be an indication that Harry’s right about the duping. Though admittedly it is odder if Tonks doesn’t trip, stumble, knock over, etc.

“I can enjoy a party and hate going without backup.”

“Right.”

“And Remus has that departmental bonding weekend - ”

“That sounds terrifying.”

As they crest the hill they’ve been working their way up since parking Harry’s compact alongside the rest of the partygoers' vehicles, Teddy gets a dangerous look in his eye. Before Harry or Tonks can even consider what’s about to happen, Teddy’s log rolling down the grassy incline and giggling like a little hoodlum.

They pick up the pace to meet Teddy at the bottom, hopefully all in one piece, and Harry barely manages to take in the towering cottage waiting for them. Once Teddy’s had a stern lecture from Tonks and a crooked brow from Harry, he does look a bit chastened. But any glumness vanishes when a high pitched little voice with a tinge of an accent shouts, “Teddy!”

Harry and Tonks turn almost in unison as Teddy shoots off for the front door of the home, finally getting to examine the odd structure. It’s got the appearance that every few years another section was just stacked on top, a bit haphazardly but not without love. Delicate flowers crawl up the sides - real and hand painted, whitewashed shutters hug each dark grey windowpane, and in deference to today’s festivities, a rainbow of pennants hang from the eaves.

While Teddy and his friend - presumably the birthday girl Victoire - circle aimlessly in some sort of ring around the rosy mimic, Tonks pulls Harry closer to the house. “I did have an ulterior motive.”

“Shocking.”

Teddy’s in grabbing distance and makes good use of it, hand tugging at Harry’s sleeve and introducing him into the dizzy circuits wearing a pattern in the soft grass. Victoire and Teddy’s nonsense song almost drown out Tonks' voice as she whisper-shouts and gestures toward the front of the house, “Harry - meet ulterior motive.”

His eyeline immediately follows and finds a woman warming the half open doorway. “Sweater Pants?”

Her eyes find his almost at the same time and she barks out a laugh, “Breathable Knickers Boy?”

Tonks looks between them, “You know each other.”

“Not - we - “

Whatever fumbling response Harry might’ve managed ends when Teddy’s ankle locks around his and the next handful of moments are spent twisting his body into whatever shape it takes not to crush his godson and godson’s best mate. And hopefully avoid starting his Foundation Programme with a broken limb.

Both children are already giggling so Tonks takes on the cursory review for any unnoticed bumps, cuts, or bruises, while Sweater Pants offers Harry a hand.

“Are you stalking me?”

“Is it stalking if I have an invitation?”

“Are you five?”

“Did you know plus ones at children’s parties are a thing now?”

“Tonks is such a meddler,” Sweater Pants says with a wry grin as Harry dusts his bum off. Hopefully he’s not completely covered in grass and other nature mess. Though it would be on brand for his interactions with Sweater Pants.

She picks a few twigs from his jumper and tosses them aside, brow furrowed. “So is that what you have been calling me in your head? Sweater Pants?”

“I - ” Harry can’t manage a response, not when her fingers have now touched his chest and maybe lingered just a bit too long.

“Because I think of you as Dr. Fit Trainwreck. Filled in the doctor bit from context clues.”

“I - almost a doctor.”

She snorts. “Ok then - I model.”

“Yeah - oh you’re taking the mick.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious, though the whole ‘model’ as a verb thing does ruin my joke a bit.”

“Dr. Obvious.”

Model Sweater Pants holds up one finger, “Ah - it’s Almost Dr. Obvious.”

“I guess I’m a doctor - still feels odd? I start my foundation programme at the end of the month.”

“Fancy,” she answers, only pausing to send a cheerful wave as Teddy and Victoire disappear inside. And then once they do, to flick off Tonks, who accepts the greeting with a wink. “So names? Or am I only allowed to call you Doctor?”

Her voice pitches lower and it’s not really a thing for Harry, being called Doctor - which is good for so many reasons - but this woman calling him Doctor and looking at him with those warm brown eyes. He’s halfway gone and barely chokes out, “Harry.”

She hums. “Very nice. I’m Ginny. So you can stop calling me Sweaty Bum or whatever you said earlier.”

“Sweater Pants, just Sweater Pants.”

Ginny winks and rests her hand on the brass handle, door already cracked open. “Not as bad as it could’ve been. Ta.”

Once Harry’s inside, he’s sucked into the tornado that is a children’s birthday party. Happy screams, shushing parents, echoes of begging for cake now, and the veritable minefield of tiny fingers and toes just waiting to be squashed under his boots. Boots that suddenly feel very large.

He can’t quite tell who the hostess is and Tonks is a virtual ghost, flitting between conversations and avoiding Harry quite unlike someone who couldn’t bear attending alone and ending up a sad wallflower.

An amused voice jars him from his thoughts. “Contemplating throwing the ‘do no harm’ vow out the window?”

“Just for the afternoon,” Harry mutters back, though a grin does tickle his lips at the sound of Ginny’s voice. He turns to face her fully, “She thinks I’m completely inept socially.”

“She has some faith if she left you unattended.”

“It’s not like I don’t have friends!”

“Of course,” Ginny agrees, “Mum pulls this with me all the time.”

“Don’t start me on parents - though my dad is the invasive one.”

Ginny chuckles. “I like that. Invasive.”

Harry does his best to ignore the way his chest warms at her laughter. She thinks he is funny. The effort is helped along somewhat by the stampede of three of the tiny party attendees chasing each other with noisemakers. After nearly being knocked on his face, Harry finds his efforts in staying upright have been aided by Ginny’s firm grasp on his elbow.

“Alright?”

“I - uh. Yes.”

He ruffles his hair and swears at the genetic curse that makes resisting the impulse next to impossible.

Ginny grins at him. “In the mood for some sneaking around?”

Unbidden, Harry’s brows rise, drawing a blush from Ginny, though she doesn’t falter. “I know where the ‘ugly’ fairy cakes are.”

“I did forget to eat lunch.”

She nods and Harry follows her out of the room, studiously avoiding Tonks’ gaze, though he can feel it burning his shoulders as he goes. The smugness is practically tangible. Shockingly, the slight prickle at Harry’s pride fades in comparison to his growing infatuation. Mostly.

Basically every flat surface in the kitchen is covered with celebratory foods - tiny sandwiches (with varying cheeses, meats, and veg), biscuits, fairy cakes, pastry of sweet and savory variety, lemonade - and yet the chaos seems organized in some unknown way. It’s well beyond Harry’s comprehension, particularly when Ginny is gesturing toward him with a crooked finger and a dangerous grin.

It’s not quite clear whether she’s trying to be tempting, but Harry’s rapidly discovering that regardless of intent his brain is going to be at least 30% occupied thinking about the subtle nuances of Ginny’s smile any time she’s around.

“These came out crooked and Mum and Fleur agreed - perhaps for the first time in history - that they just would not do. No matter how much I told them layering enough frosting and sprinkles on top would do the trick.”

Harry accepts the proffered fairy cake and picks a star-shaped sprinkle off the top. “I see you demonstrated your point?”

“I can’t bear seeing a delicious bake go to waste,” Ginny sighs, nearly moaning honestly, already on her second bite. “Looks don’t matter when wonderful things are happening to your tongue.”

Said tongue darts out to catch a stray sprinkle and if her smile takes up 30% of his brain power, that little move was at least 60%. Honestly, it’s starting to feel like a miracle that Harry’s remaining upright at this point. Ginny produces a couple of juice boxes from somewhere and offers one to Harry.

She’s apparently been chatting away while he stared like an idiot and he was fairly certain he’d kept up somewhat - Ginny stops mid sentence and wiggles the juice box at him. “Harry.”

He grimaces around the last bite of his fairy cake and accepts the drink. “Yes?”

“When are you going to ask me out?”

Unfortunately, it’s one of life’s truths that what is impeccable timing for one person can be the exact opposite for another. And even more unfortunately, this moment is one such a time for Harry and Ginny. And most unfortunately, Harry is the ‘exact opposite’ half of the equation when Ginny’s pointed question coincides exactly with Harry’s placement of the tiny straw in his juice and subsequent abrupt squeezing of the box.

As Ginny is helping him dry off, dabbing his face through her tears of laughter, Harry can’t help but giggle himself. “Probably - I was probably going to ask when I was sure you’d say yes.”

Ginny tsks. “You can never be sure.”

Harry removes his glasses and begins swiping at them with the small section on the left side of his shirt that managed to remain unscathed. “Ok maybe I was waiting to see if you asked me - definitely seem like the type to be cool with that.”

She pauses her swiping and sets the towel on the counter, then faces him, hands on hips. “And are you the type that’s cool with me doing that?” Ginny quirks a brow and continues, “I’m not worried about offending because if you’re not then.”

“I can ‘eff off’?”

He earns a snort and can’t help but feel a bit puffed up at the reward. Eventually, Ginny adds, “More like I just want to see if this is going to go anywhere. And if I should tell you to eff off.”

There’s a sudden influx of shorter than countertop height partygoers in the kitchen, all making a beeline for the back door, shepherded by Tonks and a few unfamiliar adults. Someone’s shouting about a piñata and Harry only pauses a minute before turning his attention back to Ginny. “I don’t mind being wined, dined, and wooed if that’s what you mean.”

Ginny’s brows flick up, challenging. “Well let's see if I want to do that, yeah?” She rinses her hands at the sink and waits for Harry to do the same while she works the backdoor open, excited candy-related shouts already spilling into the kitchen.

The yard is a hive of activity, as is to be expected, but they’re still on the outskirts of it all when Harry answers, “Oh, like a test?”

“Ew! No tests. It’s a birthday party.”

If Harry hadn’t guessed who the conversation interloper was, the small but effective force of a tiny being slamming against his side clears it up. “Hey Ted.”

Teddy’s companion - birthday girl Victoire - shakes her head and grins at Teddy, “No it’s like a friendship test.”

After taking this information in, Teddy nods thoughtfully and asks, “Like when I asked you if you liked dinosaurs? And you said you wanted to be a pterodactyl when you grew up?”

Victoire nods. “And then we were best mates.”

Teddy grins and lets out what Harry knows by now is his version of a raptor’s rallying cry, which is immediately followed by the two young party goers running off into the fray of friends and classmates clamoring around the next party activity set up. Something involving pennants, dowels, crepe paper and glue sticks.

Ginny sidles up next to him and sighs, “I guess we need a test to see if we can be best mates.”

“Well,” Harry begins, voice heavy, “I want to be a brachiosaurus when I grow up.”

“Microraptor or nothing,” Ginny shoots back with equal seriousness.

Harry’s laugh is loud enough to draw a few stares and he finally leans in to murmur, “Go out with me?”

#blarg writes hinny #blarg writes flow #blarg writes things #hinny au #hinny #au #neville #harry x ginny #Harry Potter x ginny weasley #hinny muggle au

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i8jisoo · 4 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

felix x reader | part six of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, slight relation to sex, birth

↬ notes; this took so long lmfao i just had it sitting but i’m finishing up seungmin rnnn 🤓 i’ve been doing requests whew i just have EVERYTHING coming at once

u guys r really surprised

u two had been in a relationship for four years now so this was inevitable as u two were putting off the pressure of marriage for awhile now

“woah, i’m gonna be a dad!! does this mean u have to call me daddy now?”

0_0

u r s e n s i t i v e

felix first notices this when he gives u a kiss in the morning n ur crying like two seconds after

:((

“why are you crying??!”

“you just leave so early and i miss you!!”

felix skips the day, not rly caring he just wants to cuddle u 🥺

speaking of cuddling u two r so cuddly together now

u guys just cant get enough of each other

ur at practice less often just bc of media and he thinks the house is safer for u

so the boys come over a ton more to the dorm just bc they wanna see u and spend time with u

he is so cute, whenever he sees you he’ll instantly be on his knees to kiss your baby bump and leave u with a light kiss on ur lips

u guys go to ur scan at the beginning of the second trimester

its hush hush and ofc felix has u with the best doctor hes heard of

his hands are clammy asf, hes smiling and so dazed while he stares at the ultrasound

“look at that!! baby a and baby b!!”

felix is like,

“oh im gonna pass out”

now he gets these corny ass JOKES like

“wow lix has really GOOD swimmers!!!”

“felix knows his way around the bedroom!!!!!!!!”

poor baby jeongin :( they are POLLUTING HIS MIND

he doesnt but this boy is scared shitless now, two babies?? thats a lot to handle

he likes to shop, a lot.

for some reason everything is dog themed, puppies on everything and he’ll come home with bags of baby stuff everyday

lix is just so in love with your body

sweaters, t-shirts, hoodies, anything he owns, he 100% wants you to wear it

he might be a little excited at the thought of u in his clothes, it was usual but now u pregnant, he was a little MORE excited

abnormally this guy worships your body 100%

he loves how easily you can just unravel, to the point of tears and have u begging for him to stop

ok lemme not ill start writing shit type smut anyways chile yes lix loves u A LOT in and out of the bedroom

mmm he’ll always be brainstorming names

aeygo for the babies 🥺

tons of kisses he has plenty to go around

he acquires a new skill called cooking 😣

ur his new favorite taste tester

he’ll read books for them both

tons of research on expecting twins and what to do

“hey, okay.. so i bought a pregnancy pillow, and like, i wanna use it?”

felix has this smirk, holding the huge pillow that is supposed to be a maternity one, but he much prefers himself using it as a regular pillow

he actually goes public with this, knowing that the fans adored u after being his girlfriend for so long nd u soon became a favorite for them

some shit like ‘stays meet your new members’ 😣

this guy has a knack for painting, his newest canvas is your large baby bump, doodling little flowers n hearts or animals on it, sometimes painting characters on it or whatever it may be

u two have this rly cute vlive together which consists of him painting ur baby bump, plenty of fun while he asked stays to tell him what to draw on ur bump :v

“ooh!! a ladybug!!”

he posts the finished project in nice high quality on their official instagram, showing off the many things he had painted

the dreaded bed rest comes into play

u are now nearing seven months, which meant that u should be experiencing labor or maybe labor pains soon

he takes his paternal leave, now indulging in ice-cream and gummy bears with u, rather than working out and drinking nasty smoothies

guess who has that sympathy weight

(jk he just uses it as an excuse so he can just give up on his diet)

sleep all day

sleep all night

u two are honestly so tired for WHATEVER reason

lix is there to be a cuddle bug, pulling ur back close to his body, ur legs entwined and his hand on top of ur own that was on ur bump

its rly cute just try and picture it for a moment

u guys r trying everything to hurry and get to the end of this seemingly forever pregnancy

he’ll def buy two yoga balls instead of just one for u and he’ll bounce on them with u

who cares ab trying to hurry up y’all are having so much fun regardless of the fact u have to pee every ten minutes

u both forget the thought of it and just go with the flow

making a deal to go with the names for whomever u claimed aka baby a or baby b

i see ur guys timing to be during the summer so its miserable in ur house

its hot n stuffy

u two r just lounging n u both have popsicles, then ur just like

“oh! oh.”

it was a steady gush of fluid between ur legs and that was when the nervousness set in

u two just look at each-other in shock

“oh! we’re having a baby- um.. wow!”

he is abnormally good at keeping calm, helping u keep ur breathing steady and getting everything together

felix is a pro.

u guys r kinda chilling in the parking lot just quiet and sort of nervous that the next time ur walking out of there you both will have not one, but two babies

“i don’t know if i’m ready yet.”

felix groans, grabbing ur hand

“ur right, ur more than ready. look at us!! parents of two in at least the next twenty-four hours!!”

his hands r around u in a second to help u up and there to help u walk in

u two honestly decide to play games on ur phone to kill time

felix crawls into ur bed, seeing as how u looked extremely lonely, letting his arms and legs wrap around u n he’s just playing with ur hair

its honestly adorable

u two are really tired for whatever reason, falling asleep like this before u would be consumed in the late nights of being parents

these nurses wake u both up and are just like

“let’s see if we’re ready to meet ur babies!!”

felix is kinda scared but nonetheless he’ll grab ur hand and hold onto it with a smile

10cm woo!

if he wasn’t hyping u up before he is hyping u up right now

ur somewhat laughing and crying while in pain

yall r so weird

felix is there to wipe ur face with the wet cloth, or to give u a sip of water, rly whatever u need he is on it

poor baby just wants to be of help

“here’s baby a! it’s a girl!”

u two have at least a moment with her, taking in her small appearance, felix holding her out for u to see

abruptly cut off by baby b needing to make an appearance

“i don’t wanna do this again.”

“it’s alright, shh. we’re going to have two babies, two perfect ones. we have one little girl, let’s get ready for the next one, yeah? our two babies, you’re doing so good.”

they take away ur little girl while felix does what he already did beforehand

“here’s your second one!! we have a pair of sisters!”

u and felix are so overjoyed at this news, literally sobbing, u two r a mess

both r brought over to u, felix taking in the fact he’s a father of two girls, such small girls

ur both smiley while u kiss them n cuddle them, getting the nurse to take a picture of u two

ur obviously tired, felix emotionally worn out but having the brightest smiles on ur faces while u hold onto ur pair of newborn girls

he’s so proud, he’s the definition of a proud father

lix is holding onto one and he comes over to you, the other one cooing

“that’s it, my three girls.”

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jeontaehui · 3 years

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Could you do a taehee reaction to taeyong overworking him self and getting ill? 😍, i really love your taehee imagines 😊😊🥰

seul i wish taeyong is having the rest he needs and DESERVES. he’s done so well for us, i’m glad he’s really getting a break of some sort :( and i miss him very much that’s why i’m going to write this, but i know there are some people who get triggered by these things easily so if you do, do not read under the cut.

HELLO, It’s SM ENTERTAINMENT. We’d like to ask for your understanding. Member TAEYONG’s waist injury has relapsed, and will not be partaking in any schedules, including the “Beyond LIVE NCT RESONANCE ‘Global Wave’”. We ask for your deep understanding as we focus on TAEYONG’s treatment for a quick recovery. Thank you.

taeyong had been in bed almost the whole day, only coming out of its comforts to get a glass of water, go to the bathroom, or to eat, then he retreats to the confinements of his room to watch the compilation of cute animal videos that have been hanging around his recommended on youtube for days now.

he knew that the members were practicing for the live concert tomorrow, and he can’t help but let his mind drift off to how they could be doing right at this moment, but he also understands that the faster he recovers, the shorter the time would be for him before he comes back. for now, taeyong eases his mind onto that thought.

knock. knock. knock. “come in,” taeyong calls, a bit confused that no one had sent him a message saying they were coming over. he expects it to be doyoung or johnny, but instead taehee’s head pops in, her eyebrows raised adorably as they met eyes. a wide smile grows on taeyong’s lips, “what are you doing here?”

taehee lets herself in before closing the door and is met with the cold by the room’s air conditioning, at least it was warmer compared to the outside. “i came to visit you of course,” she mumbles, a playful tint to her voice as she states what should have been the obvious. “are you guys done practicing?,” taeyong asks. he watches her take his computer chair and push it towards the bed, turning it to him before sitting comfortably and using her padding coat as a blanket. “yeah, they let us go early.”

taeyong checks the time on his phone and sees that it was nearing midnight, “ahh.... how was it?”

“it was alright,” she replies, and taeyong senses the tiredness in her voice. taehee combs her fingers through her ash brown locks and bites the inside of her cheek. she didn’t want to say, “it could’ve been better if you were there,” knowing that it might put more pressure on their leader, and instead she gives him a small smile, “it went better than expected.”

taeyong chuckles, “expected how?”

“put twenty-two energetic, humorous boys in one room. you tell me what to expect,” taehee laughs softly. “but we did our best, as always.”

taeyong agrees with her, he’s well aware of how good their team is when it comes to performing – the humor some of the guys pull is just a bonus, something to help them get through practice hours without dropping dead to the floor.

“did you eat already?,” taehee’s the one asking this time. “i just ate leftovers. those were enough for me anyways,” taeyong notices the skeptical look she gives him, but it quickly disappears once she stands up. “i got you a yogurt smoothie before coming here. i’m going to get it,” and she leaves the room.

when taehee comes back, taeyong lets out a small cheer of glee at the smoothie that was in her hand. she hands it over to taeyong who thanks her before taking a sip of the cold drink. taeyong notices she didn’t have one herself and pouts slightly, “where’s yours?”

“i’m already kind of full,” taehee gives him a dismissive wave of the hand, going back to her seat on his chair. “do you want to at least try mine?,” she politely shakes her head ‘no’ and gestures for him to drink up. eyeing her, taeyong takes a hesitant sip before placing it inside one of the shelves that were beside his bed.

“it’s your birthday tomorrow!,” taeyong exclaims, and taehee had to draw her attention away from the other things taeyong kept on his racks to see the excited grin that was plastered on the older member’s face. the corner of taehee’s lips tug into a smile, suddenly, she isn’t feeling tired anymore. “yeah, i actually almost forgot about it,” her voice trails off at the end, her brows furrowing when she recalls the date today. “oh yeah, it is tomorrow!”

“you’re turning 22, right?”

“i am,” she lifts her head high to beam at him, before narrowing her eyes into playful slits, “you forgot, didn’t you?”

“i didn’t!,” taeyong shakes his head. “it’s your birthday, i already got your present a week ago.”

“but i said no presents!,” taeyong shakes his head again, but this time more stubbornly, “you already got me a christmas gift!”

“your birthday is different from christmas, 애기,” he tells her, chuckling at how cute taehee looks with her mouth flattened into a straight line, dimples peeking out from her cheeks. “it’s no use to tell me not to get you one anymore.”

taehee bites her lip, “okay, fine. whatever.” taeyong giggles at her behavior, it was these kinds of things that brought him back to the time when they were still trainees; to when taehee was slowly getting comfortable enough to joke around and tease them too, though this doesn’t take him away from noticing the slight pout that was on her face.

“why?,” taeyong asks, dragging out the word to remind her of the lightness of their conversation. “i just said i got you a present,” he reaches for his smoothie and takes a quick sip, “you should be happy.” he takes another one.

taehee hums, “thank you.”

silence passes by them while taehee lets taeyong drink up to half of the container, thinking she should get that flavor more often since he seemed to enjoy it.

“does it hurt?,” taeyong stops in his actions as taehee pulls her coat closer. “does what hurt?”

“your hip, or your back, or your neck. does it hurt?”

taeyong slowly puts the cup back to its original place before stretching his arms in front of him.

“a little. it doesn’t hurt as much as it was before,” taehee doesn’t know the extent of his injuries, only aware of the body pains he felt during practices or after performing on stage, but she nods anyways. “that’s good, right?”

“yeah,” taeyong tries to be convincing, he knows taehee worries more than she lets out to be. “i’m getting rest.”

“it happens,” she looks into his eyes, and even if there wasn’t much light, taeyong clearly sees how they held care and worry at the same time. “it can happen to us,” she continues, “don’t worry about anything and just focus on recovering.”

taeyong smiles gratefully at her, softly mumbling how he will before asking, “are you doing any of my parts?”

“yup,” she replied, swiveling in taeyong’s chair for a moment before planting her feet flat on the floor once again. “i’m doing your parts for ‘misfit’ and ‘baby don’t stop’.”

out of excitement, taeyong’s eyes widen a fraction, but the blue feeling of wanting to perform too gets to him. “woah... you’ll do great!”

taehee winces slightly, and shrugs. she knows no one can top taeyong’s performances except himself. he was born to be on stage, but he deserved some rest too after giving his all. “i’ll do my best.”

stillness hangs over them again, though it was less heavy than the first one. taehee pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, her foot tapping steady rhythms on the wooden floor. taeyong cuts through the silence, “do you want a hug before you go?”

taehee stops her fidgeting and brings her gaze to his, taeyong’s were soft and comforting, yet he was the one lying in bed with a hip injury, not her. she sighs through her nose, her shoulders slumping in surrender before she stands on her feet and brings herself into his arms.

taeyong was warm. his clothes, his personality, his laugh, his aura were always warm no matter where they are or where they went. even if he was mad or disappointed, he was warm. that’s why deep down her chest, she had always loved his hugs. everything about him was warm. she buries her nose further into his chest and mumbles, “i love you.”

taeyong’s mouth twists in endearment. taehee was not one to show her sentiment towards the members, let alone say it, so these were one of her rare moments where she really means the phrase ‘i love you’ and not hiding behind some casual, flirty remark. “i love you too.”

taehee tightens the hug before letting go, missing the warmth that was lee taeyong. she grabs her coat and pulls it on, “i’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“okay, goodnight!,” taeyong’s cheerful tone makes taehee’s eyes crinkle into crescents. she gives him a mock salute before twisiting the door open, “goodnight!”

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