Emii

7teen

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HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE Let’s say it’s 6.15pm and you’re going home (alone of course), after an unusually hard day on the job. You’re really tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to drag out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself..!! NOW HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE… Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness. However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again. Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can perhaps buy precious time to get themselves to a phone and dial 911. Rather than sharing another joke please contribute by broadcasting this which can save a person’s life! Be prepared and become part of the solution. Get your free next-of-kin notification card today. Click here: https://www.InCaseOfEmergencyCard.com/

[shadowkat104-deactivated-blog]

major signal boost

[imgonnariverdance]

Reblogging cause this could save someone’s life

[livinglavidam]

This could save many lives, reblog

[blackglamgoddess]

!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[blacks-n-chastity]

 We should all know this

[denothedog]

Glad to share

[finn-m-corvex]

As someone who has been revived: THIS.

I’ve had to learn a couple different techniques to combat this due to my heart condition. Being revived is NOT fun guys, would not recommend, and everyone should know how to help themselves.

[pwr3tties]

hello! could you do chigiri finding out that you cancelled your hair appointment with him to go to a different stylist! just fluff! 🤭💗 THANK YOU!!

✧.* HAIR APPOINTMENT !

includes: chigiri hyoma

context: you cancelled on your boyfriend in order to continue going to your own stylist- and he is not happy

a/n: AAAH ANON THANK U SM FOR REQUESTING I hope its up to your expectations but if not just re-request (is that right?) Bald people pls ignore this bc reader has hair 😞 also hyo might be a bit ooc (occ?)

CHIGIRI - ‘you what?’

“Sweetheart, the new semester starts soon. Whatcha gonna do with your hair?” Chigiri asked over the phone as you continued your online shopping.

“Dunno, probably just going to do [whatever hairstyle you want]. Something simple, y’know?” You answered, opening Facetime once again. “Mkay. My stylist has a few open spots next week. We can go together.”

You paused, remembering that you had already booked an appointment with your stylist from middle school. “Uhh, Hyoma, I can’t. Sorry, that weekend— me and my friends are hanging out!” You chuckled, lying straight through your teeth.

“What about your hair?” He pouted, picking his phone off his bed stand. “I’ll figure something out, maybe have my mom do it, y’know?”

“Okayy, I’ll tell her to save you a spot in case you change your mind.” You hummed a yes before peppering the screen with kisses, reminding him how much you love him.

The days before the new school year crept closer, and so did your hair appointment. Driving there was quiet and quick, seeing your stylist worked close by.

Grabbing your keys and purse, you entered the store. “Hey [N. name], waiting for [stylist name]?” Nodding, the older lady led you to a seat where you waited for your hairdresser to finish with her client. Time passed, and just as you got into a chair so you could start with your hair, a familiar redhead entered the salon alongside his sister.

At first, you didn’t see the two since you were tapping away on your phone,

“Ahem.”

“Sorry, can I help you—“

The same pair of deep pink eyes you loved bore into yours as Chigiri plastered a slight smirk across his lip. “Thought you were hanging out with ‘your friends today?”

“I thought you had a hair appointment?”

“I do. That’s why I’m here.” He replied, hovering over you. “You go here?” You gasped, looking at him a bit offended.

“The way you said that sounded insulting.” He laughs, sitting across from you. “No, my sister needed me to drop her off. You, on the other hand, lied to me.” He frowned, as you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.

“My friends… cancelled!” You lied, although your boyfriend could see right through you. The silence was awkward as Chigiri waited for you to admit the truth.

“Fine, I lied. Happy?”

“A little.” He smirked, as your stylist came back with her equipment hand. “[Y/N], who your friend?”

“Chigiri Hyoma, nice to meet you.” He smiled, shaking hands with your hairdresser and second mom. “You too darling,”

Chigiri sat there with you until you finished with your hair then paid before dragging you off for kisses for abandoning him, but just before he could [hair stylist name] whispered over to you. “I like him [N. name]. keep him close, okay?”

“Trust me, I will.”

[pwr3tties]

“Hey babe, who’s this?” You asked softly, pressing the phone into Reo’s hands. “Who? Oh, that’s Cammie- or Cameron, Cameron Taylor. She’s my best friend from high school.” He replied calmly, returning to his phone as you hummed. You didn't completely like his response but decided not to push it. He could have friends that were females, no big deal. Right? Right. But you couldn’t shake the thought of this ‘childhood friend’ you’d never heard of before.

Clicking on her icon, you scrolled through her profile, randomly tapping on photos you thought were pretty— or showed signs of your boyfriend cheating, but there was nothing except for the overly nice post and the flirtatious captions she typed tagging @reomikage. You weren’t jealous, no. You were precisely watching out for your boyfriend.

—

Months went by, and your second-year anniversary poked around the corner. Everything was fine until a rumour spread that ‘Supermodel Cameron Taylor and Soccer Sensation Reo Mikage Were Secretly Dating’ after being seen exiting a fancy hotel together, laughing about something while holding hands.

You better than anyone knew the internet loved to twist things around and make it look one way even though it was another, but the sight of your boyfriend being all ‘lovey dovey’ with another woman churned your stomach. But you didn’t bring this up. You knew what you had signed up for by involving yourself with a professional soccer player and successor.

—

Today Reo had a big game against PXG, and you surprised him with your presence after declining, saying you had an important conference that day. Luckily your boss also was a fan of your boyfriend’s team and let everyone out early to watch the game.

Settling in your seat in the front row behind Manshine’s bench, you notice a flawless brunette waving toward none other than your boyfriend, who was waving right back at her. You almost vomited at their interaction but retained yourself. After all, she was his best friend.

The game ended in a win for Manshine City, and you rushed to their locker rooms to congratulate Reo, but someone had already beat you to it. “[Y/N]? Is that you? I thought you said you couldn’t come?” Stepping closer to you, Reo reached out his hand to hold you, the same hand he crested his ‘best friend’ with.

“Suprise..!”

“Reo, is this your girlfriend? She doesn’t look like I’d imagined.. but still! She’s.. cute?” It would be an understatement even to say that she insulted you all while your boyfriend stood there watching with no intention of defending you.

Uncomfortable enough, you excused yourself, telling Reo you’d meet him at home, allowing the two to talk.

—

“Reo—“

“—Can’t right now. I’m going out with Cameron!” Without letting you finish, he slammed the door shut, rushing to his car.

“.. I love you.”

—

“Reo, it’s 3 AM right now. Where are you coming from?”

“Sorry, Cameron’s party lasted longer than anticipated.” He replied, slipping off his shoes. “I told you not to wait up for me.”

“That’s beside the point. You didn’t call or text to tell me where you were or that you weren’t hurt or missing—“

“[Y/N]! I’m tired. Can we go to bed, please?”

“.. I think I’ll sleep down here tonight.” You replied, returning to the couch, attempting to make it more suitable to sleep on.

“If that’s what you want. Go ahead.”

—

“Reo, we need to talk.” You demanded as he picked up his jacket off the rack. “Can it happen after? I’m hanging out with some old friends.” He pled, twisting the knob, ready to leave.

“Reo, I’m breaking up with you.”

Silence..

“You’re what? No, no, no, why?” He finally turned to look at you after what felt like months.

“I can’t do this anymore. You love Cameron. Everyone sees and knows it. I can’t be stuck as the second option forever.” You said, staring him right into his eyes, the same ones that used to look at you so lovingly.

“Second option? Cameron? Baby, no, Cameron’s only a friend!”

“Please stop lying to yourself. Mikage, I think it’s better if we stopped seeing each other for good.” That was the last thing you said before leaving the house while Reo ran upstairs searching for your things.

Nothing. Everything was gone. How did he not notice? How could he be so foolish and let someone so loving and kind like you go..?

How did he lose the one person who wasn’t with him for fame or riches? How did he manage to lose the person ‘he wanted to spend the rest of his life with’?

How did he manage to let go of you?

His ‘so-call’ best friend, that’s how. Taking a step back, he recalled all the moments that he failed to show up for you and instead went to spoil his ‘best friend.’ All the moments that he would rather spend millions to get attention from the supermodel than to freely receive affection from the woman he had at home.

The times he neglected you, thinking you were wrapped around his finger like everyone else, forgetting you were a real human being with emotions, needs and a heart.

If he could, he’d turn back time and fix all the moments he messed up. But he can’t, so now he has to settle for stalking your Instagram as he watches you and your fiancé slowly dance in your kitchen in your share house. As your new love stares at you as he should have. As your fiancé loves you the way you deserve to be loved.

Now he is, at your wedding, staring at you as you walk down the aisle with your cousin throwing flowers before you as you stop at the altar and wrapping your hands around your husband’s neck while tippy-toeing to kiss him.

Except, it’s not Reo. It’s his best friend, Nagi Seishiro.

[pwr3tties]

you went for an ultrasound today and left rin and your two kids alone with each other. the night before, you two made a plan that you would get groceries from walmart while he got diapers— for the upcoming baby— and other condiments for the house.

but once you got home and called out your oldest to help his pregnant mom with the week’s worth of food, when he informed you that, ‘dad already got that.’ when you entered the house, too tired to care about what your 13-year-old had said, the piles of groceries bags stopped you at the door as your dear husband hung up the bananas on the rack.

your eyes furrowed in confusion as you stood there trying to comprehend why there were bags from three different stores— including walmart— infiltrating your counters and doorway.

“rin,” he hummed a ‘yes,’ turning to meet you, “why is there more groceries than i brought? you were only supposed to get diapers and paper towels.”

“oh, i guess i forgot. but we ran out of milk, so it’s good i brought some.” rin mumbled, attempting to justify his case.

“i know, that's why we agreed that i would buy groceries. not you,” you teased, walking up beside him with your signature smile— the smile rin swore would kill him— tugging at your lips.

leaning in for a kiss, the door slammed open with your child trying to hold your steel door with both hands holding bags full of food when your 7-year-old emerged from his room, rushing to empty the sacks and in search of a toy.

once he caught glimpses of the bananas, he turned to you holding up them and said, “daddy already got this!”

“yeah, i figured.”

you all helped to empty the bags, well, more like the boys emptied the bags while you sat there for emotional support and rin organized the fridge and cupboards when you noticed the container filled with berries tried taunting rin even more by saying, “i already brought fruits, you copycat.”

“yeah, but it's almost like you like returning to that store because every time you buy the small package. or did you forget you’re feeding five?”

your youngest laughed with his father as your oldest came to comfort his ‘sobbing’ mother and once everything was packed,everyone disappeared into your own spaces leaving room for your friends and yourself to hang out.

all of you entered the kitchen for drinks when,

“[Y/N], are you and rin collecting bananas?”

a/n: small slice of life for rin buttt what (or who) would you all like to see next?

also i feel like rin would be such a cool overprotective dad

[pwr3tties]

⋆.ೃ࿔* COUCHES ! - ,,

includes: sae

warnings: slight angst with comfort, fem! reader, grammar errors, fluff, arguments, over 400 words and lowercase intended!

a/n: hello, it's me again, this is a pretty popular prompt, so i thought i’d try it! if you want a part 2, comment or message me with what character(s) you want, and ill try to make it!!

SAE — ‘you sleep on the couch ’

after the heated argument between your boyfriend and yourself, it was no surprise that one of you had to leave the house, or your neighbours might have called the cops to check on the two of you.

papers were scattered across the lounge, shattered glass and the match of sae’s soon-to-be opponents, which quickly became background noise due to the screaming match between sae and yourself. sae, being the petty man he is, left the house with a slam of the door, leaving you with nothing but your quiet sobs and the mess that was made during the dispute.

scanning the house, you began to pick up the shards of glass to prevent anyone from getting hurt, and by the time everywhere was tidied up, it had just reached 11 PM, and there was still no sign of sae. although the two of you had fought, that didn't mean you had no sympathy left in your heart.

reaching for your phone, you dialled his number as it rang once, twice, then thrice and soon went to his voicemail which was still set to default because he thought, “telling someone you’re not there when they already know is irrelevant.”

and after your 5th attempt, you gave up and quickly showered, then grabbed a few pillows and blankets, making a nice bed on the couch. the clock ticked 12:17 as the door creaked open, scared to wake you. sae slid off his sneakers as he tiptoed upstairs into the shower, hoping to get at least 8 hours of sleep before waking up for his morning jog.

around 12:50, sae finally infiltrated your shared bedroom and slipped into bed, rubbing the back of a pillow, which you were supposed to be. once sae realized there was no other form of life in the room, he rushed downstairs to where you were fast asleep with your mouth slightly parted as the moon hues hit your face ever so gently.

sae couldn’t help but admire you as he lifted you from your spot on the couch, carrying you up to your rightful place on the bed beside him. squirming, you fluttered your eyes open as sae plopped you on the mattress laying beside you. “sae? what are you doing?” you groaned, rubbing the sleep out your eye to see your boyfriend who had his face stuffed into your neck.

“sleeping..” he muttered softly, “that's what you should be doing.”

“I was until you brought me upstairs against my will,”

“just go back to bed, i have to wake up in a few hours.” sae groaned, fixing his position and squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“did you forget how you not only walked out on me but also listed ten different ways on how I'm ‘insufferable’?” you scoffed, gently pushing sae away.

“no,” he grumbled, slightly getting up.

“then what are you supposed to say?” amused by his behaviour, you settled your weight onto your arm, getting a better view of him. “‘m sorry, k. it was messed up of me to push you out when all you wanted to do was to care for me and help me to relax, i know im a horrible boyfriend, i might even be the worst one ever to exist, but please let me have this right now, my love.”

“who are you, and what have you done to my boyfriend?” you chuckled, ruffling his hair. “it's all me, promise. Now can we go to bed and talk about this in the morning like reasonable adults?”

“of course,

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.

.

my big baby.” was the last thing you small while placing a kiss on his forehead and slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms.

word count: 528

a/n: hihihi, i was going to add more characters but i got lazy and decided you guys needed a post so yeah but pls moot me, im boreddd!! 😁😄😀😕🙁☹️😢😭

[pwr3tties]

✧.* PARENTING ! - ,,

includes: sae and nagi

warnings: pure fluff, parent au, lowercase intended and blue lock boys being absolutely adorable with their children

a/n: lol i came up with this while my brother was laying on my chest fast asleep but other than that, enjoy!

SAE — ‘ daddy daughter time ’

Sae had just returned from an away game; and your friends decided it was time for you to leave the house and allow your darling husband to watch your 12-year-old daughter for the week while the five of you travelled out of town for the weekend. Though your husband loves [daughter’s name], she has just entered her terrible teens. You knew that sae wouldn't put up with any of it.

But as you twisted the key, entering the house which contained your husband and child, you were surprised to see them in the living with your makeup scattered around the floor as sae held the eyeliner with his tongue slightly poked out as he carefully applied the black ink to your daughter’s eye.

“sae? What are you two doing?” you chuckled, placing your bag on the glass table with a slight grin. Your daughter whipped her head around when she heard your voice smearing liquid eyeliner on her cheek, “Hi, mom!” emerging from her spot on the couch, [daughter’s name] sprinted towards you as sae followed behind with a small smile and his hand running through his hair. “Welcome home, love.” He smiled, wrapping both you and your daughter in his arms.

“How was your trip? Did you bring me home anything?” [daughter’s name] queried, digging through your bag in search of anything ‘cool’. sae stood behind you running his hand down your back, resting his head on your shoulder.

“There is nothing in there for you, so how ‘bout you two explain to me what my makeup is doing out here.” you laughed, swatting her hand away softly. They both looked at each other for a while, then stared at the mess made in the living room.

“It was her fault—”

“—it was his fault” They pointed at each other with baffled looks on their faces as the other accused them. “sae,” You grabbed [daughter’s name]’s face examining the small amount of makeup on her face. When you said small, you meant lip gloss, a neutral eyeshadow, foundation, mascara and eyeliner. “did you put my makeup on her?” emphasizing the ‘my.’ letting go of her cheek to glare at your husband, who looked slightly amused.

“You gotta admit, Mom, he did a good job.” Your daughter chuckled, intertwining her hand with yours. “I thought you’d be the one to say ‘no’ to makeup?” You laughed, still staring at sae.

“She convinced me to let her, and it worked.” He sighed, picking up the bag of makeup wipes. “Well, since it’s already out, how about we do Daddy’s makeup too?”

“Only if we do Mommy’s next.” sae bargained.

NAGI — ‘ bedtime ‘

Quietly sneaking out the room of your 1-year-old son you entered your shared bedroom and flopped onto the bed beside a tired seishiro. “What took you so long?” He groaned turning to face you. “As soon as I laid him onto the bed he woke up crying.” You sighed allowing your drowsiness to engulf you. “C’mere,” nagi yawned wrapping his arms around your torso, closing his eyes to sleep.

“Goodnight, love,”

“Goodnight, sei,” but this peace didn’t last long because your infant decided it would be a great time to leave his room to come and take the spot on your chest where sei was already asleep. Standing on his tippy toes, [son’s name] creaked open the door and marched his way to the bed shaking you awake.

It was 11:53, and you had a rough day, so not ready to fight with the little boy in front of you, you picked him up and pushed Nagi onto the bed, replacing him with your son. but as soon as Nagi’s head collided with the pillow, he stirred awake to see you and your son embracing each other, forcing him to lay on the other side of the bed, mumbling how the ‘thing’ was always stealing your attention.

and let’s say, the following day, while you and [son’s name] were well-rested, sei looked as if he were up all night, and he refused to talk to both of you until he was peppered with millions of kisses and sweet nothings.

a/n: first post down! a hundred more to go! anyways pls suggest what i should write bc i’m running out of ideas

reblogs and likes are appreciated! nameless blogs dni