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SEVENTEEN - my little pony

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yn came back to the room and placed four hot chocolates on a mini table sitting down near heiya and usagi. she took small sips of the hot chocolate; the warm chocolate taste warmed up her somewhat cold body. slight chills went down her spine due to the contrast of the heat and cold in her body. the other girls were enjoying it as well, heiya looked over at yn—letting out a small sigh before running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the knots. “ynn~”

yn looked at her with a weird expression, she knew she wanted something with that tone and they were going to be questions about chishiya. “yes heiyaaa~” the tone was the same as hers with slight mockery in it. “can you tell us what happened between you and chishiya~” heiya shook yn gently. “in return we’ll have kuina talk about how her and ann got together!!” usagi chimed in; she already knew what happened but usagi still wanted the other girls to know.

yn grumbled at first but she caved in, her door was open since her roommate was literally just her cousin. she had noticed mira was leaning against the doorframe interested in the story time too. “well..chishiya and i believe it or not are just friends.” yn smiled clasping her hands together, kuina groaned facepalming herself while usagi started laughing, heiya she had a deadpanned look on her face. “don’t give us that my little pony bullshit..” kuina huffed while heiya shook yn a little harder.

yn started laughing, “ok ok i’ll tell you guys..i cant even say dont tell anyone because i feel like everyone knows something..” yn shrugged, taking another sip of hot chocolate. “well to be honest and to be quiet fair i don’t even know what we are??” yn even questioned it herself, “i thought we were rivals but now? i feel yeah..” yn didn’t know words to how describe her feelings.

she looked at the girl who were all staring at her to give what she wanted, a small smile formed on her lips, “i have liked that stupid blonde mf since middle school and yet i still can’t find the right enough courage to tell him,” “i feel as if i need to be a step ahead of him especially in academics, though the is quite hard” yn let out a low chuckle.

kuina’s eyes formed a smile as she started to giggle as if she met her favorite actor, heiya had a big smile on her face grabbing yn by her shoulders shaking her. “i mean the tension between you two is so painfully obvious..” usagi mentioned taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

“tension? there is no tension” yn laughed aloud, kuina just shook her head “babe i love you bit the tension between the two of you is very fucking obvious.” kuina sighed in a defeat like voice, “chishiya..he’s confusing but i assure you if you ask him out—“ “but i’m not going to ask him. why should i?”

usagi gasped, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE NOTGONNAASKHIMOUT” usagi was shaking her so much yn got dizzy. “IF YOU ARENT GONNA ASK HIM OUT YOU DESERVE AN AWARD FOR THAT ACT.” usagi had a distressed tone in her voice, yn had to physically put her hand on her shoulder to stop usagi from shaking her.

kuina and heiya looked at eachother with disappointed looks. “listen LISTEN, i probably have a better chance dating a rock then with chishiya.” yn tried to justify herself but that also had no justice. “why do you say that yn? you don’t know that” heiya questioned with a frown.

“he has like zero interest in a relationship, so therefore he would reject me simple!” yn crossed her arms near her chest acting like she put her foot down. kuina shook her head, “what about the time you two went to a cafe?” “he was being nice” “okay and the time he saved you from niragi?” “he was told to watch over me from mira..” “i call bullshit but that’s ok..how about the time you two almost kissed” “..well it was just a nice gesture yeah”

“yeah IT WAS A NICE GESTURE.” yn tried to convince herself that there was no tension and it was just friendly gestures. “if you don’t realize i’m going to slap you.” usagi deadpanned looked at yn, sending chills down her spine. “OKAY FINE. maybe he isn’t just being nice to me and MAYBE likes me.” a small smile broke out on her lips, “you know if it wasn’t for arisu something could’ve happened” yn shrugged off the thought.

“so would you consider asking him out?” heiya questioned the indecisive girl, “hmm maybe…maybe yeah.” yn has a small tint of rose blush form onto her cheeks.

mira smiled happily before walking back to her room, “did you hear that chishiya?” mira whispered so yn and the girls couldnt hear her, “yeah..” he sounded dry but his face said otherwise. his face has never felt warmer before. since they were on facetime mira was able to see it, she let out a small giggle closing the door behind her. “are you going to make the first move orr..” she left it open like a question, “maybe. but i think maybe i’ll let her do it.” a smile crept onto his face.

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FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023) — dir. Emma Tammi

When horimiya got married Hori's father gave a big speech and people were expecting him to be congratulating miyamira but instead he talked about how grateful he was that his daughter can always have someone in her life that will never leave or disapoint her

— work hard! . chishiya x reader

synopsis . he was content with the neutral comfort and safe distance your relationship had (with the rare affectionate moments), but seeing you now in a position where he is responsible for your survival makes him wish he had done a little better.

warnings . heavy angst, rdr is has a severe illness, descriptions of overstimulation, chishiya getting Emotional™️, chishiya + rdr trying to lie to themselves, not proofread

notes . part 2 [bad ending] [good ending (coming soon)]

the need to puke was a sensation chishiya never thought he would come to face with. unfortunately, as he stood in the desolate and insanely blank hallway, it came towards him with full force. bone crushingly so.

the job of a surgeon is, undeniably, a difficult one. lives are at stake. countless bodies are either sacrificed or saved. all because of a pair of hands and a small metal knife.

he took on this career well-aware of that fact — his consideration for the constant teeter over the line between life and death was close to none, disturbingly so. his lack of care made him both the worst and perfect candidate for the role.

so why was it now that his own job was making him disgustingly anxious?

overstimulation slowly took over the blond as he stood in the center of the hall. the atrocious scent of bleach was far too heavy, the squeak of shoes against a floor cleaned way too often bit at his eardrums, the hands of time clicking above him mocked his current stasis. his calloused fingertips picked at his own skin, as if getting ready to pull the flesh apart at the seams. chishiya couldn’t stand this, this vulnerability he was facing against at the moment.

“sir?”

he wanted to scream, for once. to curl into a ball just like a child would, and explode into a world-consuming black hole at the same time.

“i’m on my way. give me a moment.”

the shift in his voice made him grimace. he absolutely loathed the weakness he was going through. despised it with all his heart. what he hated more was the room awaiting him.

with heavy footsteps, chishiya made his way to his next potential murder scene. the chances of death or survival were within his grasp, his hands responsible for the strings. if this were any other patient, he would’ve paid no mind. it was just work. he would get paid regardless.

it was just work.

but now that he stood in the doorway, facing you, he wanted to quit.

all of his life ambitions came crumbling down before him at the sight of you in a bed many others occupied before. he hated it. you were just any other patient. this was just work.

you smiled and waved at him, feigning ignorance to the thin gown you wore and the thin mattress you sat on and the thin air that engulfed the room. “long time no see,” you spoke so softly, as if your voice would snap apart with another syllable.

that’s right. he saw you just this morning. you were kissing him on the cheek, giving him his hand-crafted bento box for the day, sending him off to work with that childish grin on your face. work hard! were always your final words before he’d shut the door and head down to the hospital. “because ‘have a good day’ is too optimistic for someone like you,” you’d joke.

the nurse beside him coughed before reading off the information to him. the monotony of their voice irked him, for reasons he could not explain to them without sounding crazy. “. . .the nearby tissues, as well as the innermost layer of the membrane. we’ve identified them as a stage 3A lung cancer patient. survival rate is already decreasing, so. . . they’ve requested to have the surgery done.”

within the depths of his coat pocket, chishiya gripped his pen with a force that could potentially cause it to explode. which could potentially stain his coat beyond saving. which you would potentially scold him for. that is, if you potentially got out of that hospital bed.

he wished he wasn’t the type to play around with fate.

“understood,” he spoke curtly, sending the nurse off. the room fell silent.

chishiya dragged a metal stool next to the bed, for he immediately understood that the conversation you were about to share was not one where he should stand. “what are your symptoms?”

“chishiya.”

“you need to cooperate with me if you want this process to go thoroughly.”

“chishiya,” you held a stern voice, albeit hoarse in some spots. the ache throbbing in your head would get to you if you raised your voice anymore.

“look, i have many other patients who need just as much saving as you. so, if you just-“

“chishiya!” you raised your voice anyways.

his gaze noticeably faltered. “what?” he muttered under his breath, suddenly not so confident in his plans to confront the situation as if it were just work. “you want the surgery, don’t you? so what’s the hold up?”

you sucked in a breath and coughed consequently after, reaching for your boyfriend’s hands. his palms were nearly cherry red from how hard he was squeezing them. “can we talk? like, as us? not doctor to patient?” regardless of his silence, you continued. “i- i don’t know how this happened, honestly. i’ve never lit a cigarette or anything of the sort in my life, so it’s probably a hereditary thing or whatever,” you paused to cough again. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think to tell you when i started feeling the symptoms. i didn’t really think it was that bad, i thought- i mean, everyone has trouble breathing sometimes, right?” silence, again. “chishiya, please forgive me. i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you that strawberry cake you keep talking about, the one that’s a block away from our apartment. we can have a day at home, just the two of us, with no work to worry about, and i’ll cook everything you want. i’ll book a fucking flight overseas, if that’ll make you feel relaxed.” your hands trembled against his, in sync with the wobble in your words as you spoke. you told yourself you wouldn’t get too emotional over it — after all, chishiya wasn’t too fond of overdramatic people. but really, what were you supposed to do? what were you supposed to say? or think? stage three? the number was practically poking fun at you, for not noticing the signs sooner. “chishiya. work hard, okay?” you smiled at him, with the same sincerity and warmth and youth you always did.

LITTLE WOMEN (2022) - Oh In-joo & Choi Do-il

just doing domestic, everyday things with steve :)

like going grocery shopping together, and running for a late-night, impromptu run for ice cream, or driving off somewhere private and just sitting in the car chatting and being lovey dovey, and going with him to get a haircut and he’s always grumpy after bc they cut it too short, and dropping the kids off somewhere and being like “do you wanna go to the drive in?” just randomly, or going for little walks together, or just sitting in each other’s rooms in comfortable silence.

like it’s so easy being with him. there’s no pressure to impress or entertain eachother and it’s casual and all so loving and i feel like you guys don’t say “i love you” so explicitly very often, but the love comes through in almost everything you do. holding the door open for eachother, or steve blocking sharp edges of the table so you don’t bump into them, or you constantly keeping a comb in your glovebox in case he needs it. there’s not a lot of pda when you’re together, but steve always goes for the casual arm around the shoulder and you like to wrap your arm in his to keep him close, maybe a chaste kiss on the temple in the car. just little things that add up and mean so much.

there’s lots of teasing and quippy remarks, but it’s so cute and fun bc you’re never serious. lots of silly bickering over movies or arguing over who gets to drive or who the kids like better (you always let steve win, ya know, so you don’t bruise his ego)

there’s not many pet names you call each other (i think they’re all kind of ironic, funny things- “farrah” or “loverboy” or something so sickeningly sweet like “honey bunches” or “cutie pie” as a joke) but i do think steve let’s “hon” or “honey” slip out every so often, as well as “baby” or “doll” but those in particular always makes you blush. he also has a habit of calling you “pretty girl” when ur alone in bed late at night together:’) i think you call him “honey” too but also “love” and “handsome” and he always gives you a smarmy look and a lovesick smile when you say it. if you say one casually or subconsciously, steve always smiles to himself that it’s like second nature to you. pet names aren’t a big thing for you guys bc you’re never too cheesy unless you’re doing it on purpose, but here and there (especially if one of you are drunk) it becomes a little habit.

Oii, vi que você escreve pro Capitão Nascimento então decidi pedir porque preciso ler algo dele kajakakak. Pode fazer um que ele chega estressado em casa e começa a gritar, mas ai a leitora faz o melhor possivel pra acalmar ele. Eu tava pensando em algo como só segurar ele e fazer carinho, parece que ele precisa muito.

oi meu amor! faço sim!! te entendo, tô sobrevivendo a base de pov dele no tiktok hahahaha talvez eu tenha me empolgado um tiquinho kkkkk mas espero que você goste!! ele tava mesmo precisando de um abraço/carinho

# cw: capitão nascimento x leitora. discussão, gritos, palavrão, menção de morte (nada gráfico), um pouco de angst, mas com final feliz entre os dois!! basicamente um hurt/comfort

# wc: 741 palavras

depois de uma operação que levou um de seus colegas de trabalho e amigos morto, roberto chegou irritado e estressado em casa. naquela mesma semana vocês haviam discutido por roberto ser muito agressivo no trabalho e isso estar afetando o comportamento dele dentro e fora das operações.

na cabeça dele, ele estava normal e você que não entendia o que o bope cobra, que você era, de alguma forma, descolada da realidade por pedir que ele agisse com mais cautela e calma.

você, que estava sentada no sofá de casa, assistindo tv, só o observou chegando em casa, tirando os sapatos, indo ao banheiro, muito calado. não esperava que ele fosse se descontrolar tanto com o fraga falando sobre o bope – pra ser mais específica, sobre a operação que o beto havia comandado naquela tarde – a ponto de gritar com você.

"o que esse merda tá falando? ele não sabe de porra nenhuma que aconteceu hoje!", a voz dele já começava a mudar, o seu tom agressivo, trêmulo e mais alto.

"mas em um ponto ele tem razão, beto. você é, de fato, bruto até demais nas operações, você sabe disso, a gente já falou sobre isso.", não foi uma boa ideia ter retrucado a fala dele.

"mas que caralho?! você é outra que fala as coisas sem saber do que aconteceu. se eu sou agressivo, bruto é porquê é PRECISO, COMO EU VOU PROTEGER A PORRA DESSE ESTADO DE MERDA SE EU NÃO MATAR ESSES BANDIDOS?", a essa hora o volume da televisão já não estava tão alto.

"beto, não foi isso que eu quis diz-", ele logo interrompe, "E VOCÊ QUIS DIZER O QUÊ? HÃ? vai proteger vagabundo na casa do caralho, porra. eu chego em casa depois de uma operação desgraçada que matou um dos meus homens, achando que eu ia me acalmar, que eu só ia tomar banho e deitar com a minha mulher, mas não. meu deus, que dia de merda.", você ficou perplexa, sem reação até. não sabia que isso havia acontecido, você só tinha visto as críticas do fraga, não fazia muito tempo que você tinha chegado em casa pra ter pego a informação completa, nem tinha passado pela sua cabeça perguntar o que tinha acontecido pro seu marido.

"beto... eu... eu sinto muito, eu não sabia disso...", você diz com a voz quebrando. "claro que não sabia, mal falam disso e você não perguntou...", responde ele já olhando pro chão, sem jeito e com um nó na garganta.

"vem aqui, vem. me desculpa, amor, de verdade. eu deveria ter perguntado primeiro antes de julgar.", você se levantou, puxando ele para um abraço apertado.

beto, com o rosto enterrado no seu pescoço, mãos e braços circulando o seu corpo com força, começou a chorar e soluçar, seu corpo tremendo de desespero e dando solavancos.

"shh, shh, pode chorar, vai passar...", disse você enquanto fazia um cafuné no cabelo e carinho nas costas dele para tentar acalmá-lo. "eu só queria mudar esse sistema de merda, não queria mais ter que ficar nessa insegurança de perder homens, pensar se eu volto pra casa vivo ou não, se as pessoas vão conseguir ter uma vida boa, se você tá segura... me perdoa, me perdoa por não conseguir mudar essa merda.", a cada palavra solta, um soluço saia junto, até o choro se intensificar no final da frase dele.

"não pensa assim, beto, por favor. não foi você que criou esse sistema, você sabe que você sozinho não muda tudo, o problema tá enraizado, vida... você me protege, você é forte, eu sei que eu posso confiar a minha vida às suas mãos, você me provou isso. eu te amo e muito, isso não vai mudar".

os minutos se passam, vocês acabam indo pro quarto, ainda abraçados. beto demorou pra se acalmar, ainda soltava uns soluços avulsos, mas já havia parado de chorar. você murmurava o ritmo de uma canção pra mudar o foco da atenção dele, estava dando certo.

"eu sou muito sortudo por ter você do meu lado. muito obrigado, de verdade. eu te amo muito, meu amor.", ele murmurou tão baixo que quase saiu como um sussurro, logo pegando no sono.

ainda fazendo um cafuné leve, você respondeu um "não mais do que eu." baixinho para não acordá-lo, dando um beijo na testa, se aninhando mais a ele e se entregando ao cansaço do dia e do conforto do abraço do seu marido.

mlist

when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit

i love when gerard way <3

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