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lemongingerart · 9 months ago

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Chapter 3 - Taris (I)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N:

I'm sorry it took way too long to update! Life suddenly was so busy and art and writer's block hit me at the same time. It’s been tough to convince myself that I’m allowed to enjoy this little escapade, or any kind of free time. I'm slowly crawling out of my tomb though.

For some reason, the drawing that’s added in this chapter holds a special place in my heart. I can’t explain why, other than I needed it to be finished. And it took me more than a year. Oh stars… a year and 4 months to get over myself again. I’m sorry… I still hope someone will be here to enjoy this fic some more, and I swear now it won’t take this long to update! I actually have the next 10 chapters ready apart from some reviewing and I won’t be stopped by some stupid drawing this time ;-)

Have a bit of plot progress!

The ship jumped out of hyperspace and the giant orb called Taris presented itself with all its beauty. Miko was again in awe of the gorgeous sight, but after a minute or two, she slowly became aware that the only other person in the cockpit was not looking outwards… but directing his attention to her instead. It was subtle, the way his focus was not fixed straight ahead while his nose still pointed forward. But it was as if she could feel his gaze burning right through her jacket. She wondered if he really had gotten used to the vastness of the universe, the wonders of the galaxy. Why would she possibly be more interesting to stare at, compared to this marvellous grand planet floating in between thousands of mesmerising flickering lights?

Suddenly she felt her cheeks flush, realising the stare could maybe mean something, if she thought too much about it. And then she remembered how his cheeks were flushed as well, back in the hangar when he instructed her on how to aim and shoot.

She tried to dismiss the intrusive thought, too scared to wonder where that might lead. Luckily the call from the spaceport, hailing them over, provided a perfect distraction. Miko responded to their instructions, like the duo had agreed upon before.

The landing went smoothly, and both of them proceeded with their plan without much talk.

Miko slowly walked from the ramp, taking her time to adapt to the harsh sunlight and the odd sweet scents filling her nose. The sun was out high, bathing Taris in a warm glow.

"Before you go," she heard from her back, "take this. Just in case."

Hux, smart enough to hide his uniform under one of her blankets, stiffly stepped towards her, his brows furrowed in a harsh line. The blanket was oddly draped over him, as if he didn’t know how to wear it properly, and he looked uncomfortable needing to hide.

He subtly placed a credit chip in her gloved hands. "Only when there's anything you really need. Don't be stupid with it." He sternly said, but his eyes were telling a different story. She could’ve sworn he was worried. He thinks I'm going to screw up or maybe sell him out, she tried to tell herself, trying not to think too much about how his eyes had lingered on her back in the cockpit.

She wasn't going to let him down now, though. Time to prove she was better than that.

She could handle this.

She made a firm nod to assure him, opened the satchel she was wearing on her right side and secured the chip in a back pocket. Then, with fake confidence, she turned around, strode from the ramp and left the hangar bay.

The streets of Taris were brighter and more lively than she anticipated. Surely, the place was still a mess. There were ruins everywhere, remnants of an old thriving civilization and a cruel war. Some of the damage was rather recent, she observed, wondering if the war between the Resistance and the First Order had left marks here as well.

In contrast to the historical leftovers, the city was bustling, full of life. Miko revelled in the chaotic mix of merchants trying to sell their goods, people from different species talking amicably in the middle of the street, live music playing in the background. Whatever Taris was in the past, a megacity or an abandoned battlefield, it grew into something different. If she was here on another type of trip, she'd like to stay a bit longer, get to know the world and its people.

But sadly, she had a job to do.

Miko followed the coördinates on her datapad, which eventually led her to a slightly smaller alley, where the light was filtered out by the remnants of a ship’s hull, towering over the streets.

She put away her pad and stepped forward, feeling prying eyes on her as she stood out from the local crowd. Her hand unconsciously went to her hip, double checking if the blaster was still there. She wasn’t planning on using it, but hopefully the gesture could dissuade any potential assaultant.

PC, who was sitting at his usual spot on her shoulder, made a clicking sound to state his worry. His recent update would map their surroundings and record the scene if she was in trouble, and he could still electrocute someone, worst case, so she was glad to have her little companion with her.

The girl and the droid almost reached the designated meeting point, leading them into an even quieter street. A few meters further, they stopped right in front of some kind of small store. Miko wasn’t sure what the sign said, because it was written in a local dialect, only loosely based on Basic.

She pressed her earpiece and commed Hux. ‘I’m going in,’ she stated, but didn’t wait for an answer. The odd look she got from a passerby made her realise she shouldn’t show she was wearing a small communication device; it wasn't a good plan to spread that knowledge around here. Who knows, it could jeopardise the outcome of her “mission”, or what else she should name this escapade.

…or worse, she could be putting her life in danger, and for what.

Hesitantly, Miko entered the building. PC scanned the area carefully, being on high alert.

The first thing that hit her, was how the shop smelled heavily on spices and all sorts of herbs. She cautiously took in the environment. Although the road to the store was rather shady - both literally and figuratively speaking - this place was cosy and warm. A wide variety of bottles, flasks, boxes and containers to keep precious herbs fresh, were stacked throughout the whole floor, open bags on top of them.

Not long after her entrance, a person appeared, who Miko identified as a Besalisk, and by the looks of it, male. She wasn’t entirely sure though, since she had never met one before.

The Besalisk looked at her through his yellow eyes and started speaking gently.

"Welcome, how can I help?"

"Eeuuh… I’m looking for …a mister Nunb?" Miko hesitantly replied.

The shopkeeper halted, his expression changed rapidly, and he took in her appearance. He glanced sideways at the droid.

"Who sent you?" He asked with a much less cheery voice. At the back, through a half open door, she heard stumbling and hushed noises.

Miko gulped. Why did she end up in this situation anyway? Definitely not for the ginger general's pretty eyes. Although they've been on her mind a lot lately.

"I- Tracy Padona did, I have a precious package to deliver to the Resistance…" she warily answered. The Besalisk continued staring at her, an awkward silence filling the room.

"Just a second, please wait here," he suddenly responded and disappeared to the back.

Miko was left alone in the store and getting increasingly nervous. Was everything going as planned or was there more to the shopkeeper's reaction? What if something happened to her now? Would she be able to signal Hux? And would he even come to her aide?

She paced around, trying to get rid of the goosebumps. Feeling her distress, PC climbed into the satchel she was wearing at her side.

To distract herself, she tried to focus on the little electronic price tags on the open bags. Some of them contained medicinal herbs she heard of through Kayla, one of her friends who studied medicines. Others were completely foreign to her. Most of them smelled friendly, a few made her want to vomit. There was tea too, all sorts of tea. She was in awe about all the different flavors they offered, the dried leaves looking so natural and of high quality, when suddenly she was startled by a gurgling sound.

Miko jumped and turned around, snapped back into reality, and remembered why she was there in the first place. A blush involuntarily appeared on her cheeks when she realised how distracted she just had been and how Hux would've scolded her for her lack of professionalism. Not that she cared about his salty opinions anyway.

"You can go to the back, young lady." The shopkeeper told her with an amused tone, as he pointed towards a door behind him.

After fumbling with her belt until she gripped the hilt of the blaster, Miko hesitantly stepped inside and slowly followed the path to a light shining from the end of a hallway. The sideways glance from the shopkeeper wasn’t missed by her.

Kriff , she wasn’t made for this. She was way too skittish now to hold any conversation at all. Let alone make this deal.

When she reached the end, she pushed the only automatic door handle to her right, and the durasteel door flew open. For a few seconds, she kept her breath, and moved her trembling legs through the door, moving slowly in an effort to at least look like she knew what she was doing.

"I hear you have precious cargo for the resistance?" She heard a low but warm and rich voice say. She turned to her side, to see a sullustan sitting at a dimly lighted desk. Two other beings were in the room, their attention fixed solely on her. She could see they were armed, but they didn’t look hostile, yet.

She let out the air she was holding in and righted her chin. Hux had told her before, that her demeanour could have great influence on the outcome of this negotiation. Or whatever this was. She just needed to obtain the coördinates to the Resistance's headquarters and, if possible, more specifications on how to get there safely. If she radiated confidence, she could pull this off, he had made her believe. She just wanted to approach this resistance cell with kindness and then hoping for the best, but he warned her that this kind of talk wasn't won only with kindness. She had seen - by his expression alone - that he definitely didn't prefer her proposed tactic. But at least he did give her the benefit of the doubt. Now it was her time to prove him right and not disappoint the both of them.

"I do,” she said a little bit too loud, attempting to add an undeterred flair to her response. She shifted her weight to one leg. "Very precious. From what I understand, even crucial for the outcome of the war." She added.

The sullustan made an odd noise, which she guessed was meant to throw her off. He waved at her to emphasise his disbelief.

"You may or may not know about the current position of the resistance towards the entire galaxy. To say that your cargo can change the outcome, is quite presumptuous I must say." He replied with a huff. "But, please humour me. I am all ears to what you have to offer." He added and leaned back.

Miko tried to keep all expressions from her face and took a step forward towards the desk. She firmly placed her palms on it, hoping it was giving her message more weight, as the ex-general had advised her. Gladly, the sweat dripping from her neck to her back was not visible to her counterparty.

"I have a highly placed officer in my custody," she said with a secretive tone.

He didn't seem impressed, not that she expected him to be, but she had hoped that at least she could have sparked some interest in him. The effect wasn't what she aimed for yet, but she and Hux had anticipated this.

Time to add some more interesting information to her offer.

"A general, even. One that knows the recent strategies and fleet numbers. Where the army and navy was stationed only a few days ago. Who's in charge where, and how they think."

The being on the left side of the desk brought his hands together.

Miko continued as planned: "Time is crucial here, the longer it takes for me to bring him to the resistance, the less relevant the information will be. With that message about the emperor ravaging the galaxy, I'd think we really need to hurry."

"And why do we need to believe you, little girl?" The sullustan let out, after leaning back into his desk chair. His facial expression was… sceptical, to say the least.

Miko was internally seething at the badly chosen pet name. But she had to be careful now, she had to prove she was a professional, that her information was legit and her cargo was absolutely worth delivering to the resistance's inner circle. Not get into a fight about bad wordings, even if the itch to do so was rapidly growing.

After taking a breath, she reminded herself that this was to be expected; she didn't look like someone who could do this line of work. But if she acted accordingly, and subdued the reflex to come up with some smart response, maybe they might fall for it.

"My captive has given me the names of 2 resistance members he helped escape. If I can speak freely here, you will either know the names or be able to verify the event with them through headquarters. "

The sullustan nodded positively towards her, although she had the feeling he still wasn’t buying her little story.

"General Poe Dameron and a defected trooper, previously known as FN-2187 but as H- the general has stated, is now known as Finn," she replied.

"Girl, those are two names that are up for grabs if you follow the war close enough," the sullustan huffed as he leaned back again.

“Make a call to one of them, they will confirm that they were helped by a First Order general very recently.” Miko countered almost instinctively, taking his dismissive answer as a challenge to convince him at all costs.

“You know that’s a pretty vague request you have there. Who knows who might’ve given you that intell. Still doesn’t prove that the general is actually in your possession.” he responded, having no intention to make a call. “You don’t even seem to know his name,” he added. The playful glint in his eyes was slowly dissipating, she knew her time was running out.

Miko gulped. She wasn’t going to give Hux's name up so quickly, because who knows what kind of chain reaction that could start. The ex-general warned her for that; his presumed death could still be a huge advantage. If there is anyone eavesdropping, others with less good intentions might come and hunt down the both of them.

On top of that, Hux explicitly mentioned his name could be highly inflammable material here. These people might try to get their hands on him for personal reasons as well. Miko didn’t exactly know if he was being delusional or if he genuinely expected everyone to go feral on his name alone, but she wouldn't be surprised if it actually would happen. His slightly arrogant air had provoked her already quite some times, and she believed she was actually still on his good side.

She grabbed her satchel with force, then suddenly had to halt her movements when the two guards in the room swiftly pulled their blasters at her. She felt sweat trickle down her spine. Woops, didn’t think that one through , she realised.

“I- I have proof in my bag. Can I take it out?” she hesitantly requested. One of the guards approached her and opened the lid for her. Miko prayed PC had hidden himself well enough, so the guard won't be startled by the odd looking droid.

The guard peered inside and nodded to her. She slowly took out the uniform, hoping it would convince them. The uniform of a general, not something you could easily score on the black market, but still anonymous. Together with the intel about this Dameron and Finn, she hoped it’d be sufficient.

The sullustan moved and spoke: “Although this technically proves nothing, I will try to reach for general Dameron or Finn. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to contact either of them, since the whole board of command has been quite occupied these recent hours, but I’ll give it a try. Your determination and the fact that Tracy has already confirmed your identity and good intentions speak in your advantage, but I’m not just giving anyone passage to headquarters.”

Miko felt her eyes light up. "If you can reach one of them, say it’s the general that Finn shot in the leg. That should count for something too," she added.

The sullustan nodded hesitantly, probably wondering how much weirder this day was going to get.

Miko let out a relieved breath. She did what she could and up till now, everything went according to plan. Now she had to place her faith in this Dameron or Finn and hope that this contact person in front of her could reach one of them soon.

The sullustan coughed.

“Ahum, please leave us.” he declared.

Miko only then realised she was just staring at him and waiting for him to make the call, while they probably wanted to discuss her request in private.

“O-Okay, I’ll be out, s-sorry!” she silently mumbled, stumbling towards the hallway. Frack, this was poor acting , she realised with a deep-red blush on her cheeks.

Miko went back to the shop, opting to wait there for the outcome of the meeting. Although she was still full of nerves, she did notice the herbs again, and wondered if Hux would like some of these. They definitely appealed to her, the food and drinks they had in the shuttle were duller than dull and she was getting tired of them already. She had enough of the bland military rations and recycled water.

Since there was some time to kill anyway, she decided she might as well buy some of these and take them with her.

She grabbed one of her pouches, then realised what Hux had given her, right before she took off. He told her not to be stupid with it, but buying groceries isn't stupid, right? And he shouldn't complain, after what he's putting her through.

A lopsided smile appeared on her face as she opened the satchel and grabbed the credit chip. She inspected it, the aurebesh reading a completely different name than the ex-general's. This was probably one of his untraceable accounts, like the one he mentioned on Utapau Four, she reasoned. Good, this way there was no financial trail that could lead back to the both of them .

“The call has ended, you can join us again,” Miko heard from the hallway, not sure who had spoken. She was just finishing up her order and talking amicably to the shopkeeper. At least the smalltalk had distracted her from the waiting and the stress that came with it.

Accompanied by one of the guards, she stepped back inside the office, the bag with herbs not going unnoticed by the sullustan.

“I- I like a good tea…” she shyly explained, as if she had to justify her purchase towards him. He put up a smirk, obviously amused by her clarification. Kriff , she really couldn't keep up the poker face and again had fallen out of her role so quickly. And what bothered her even more, was the way she could feel her face heating up, for the third time now.

“Seems like General Dameron knew who and what you were talking about. To my surprise, he seemed pretty eager to meet your prisoner,” the sullustan said. "I didn't expect him to be so ready to believe your story. The fact that you knew Finn had shot him in the leg, even made him smirk."

Miko felt the pressure fall from her chest. She didn't know what actually happened and why this Finn had shot Hux in the leg - she did remember the bandage - but she thanked the maker Hux thought about sharing this as possible leverage.

The sullustan placed a data cylinder in front of her. “These are the coördinates to Ajan Kloss as well as an identification cypher, to make sure the base knows who you are so they don't blow you out of the sky when you're in orbit”

Miko stepped forward and vigorously took the cylinder. She nodded curtly.

“Good luck with your travels, little girl. May the force be with you.” he concluded.

Miko took a little bow to thank him, not trusting her voice. Then she turned around and tried to walk back to the shop’s entrance with a calm and confident pace, but internally she just wanted to run back to the shuttle as quickly as possible.

Just as she was about to leave the door, she heard that the sullustan received another call, the message immediately broadcasting. A transmitting function that is seldom used, since it can only rely messages in one direction and there's no way of knowing who's receiving it, which was probably why it caught her attention.

“If anyone hears this, we urge you to come to Exegol, the fate of…”.

She couldn’t make more of the message, because one of the guards quickly closed the door behind her.

What was that about , she wondered, then shrugged and continued exiting the building, content that all went according to plan. When the coast was clear, she opened the satchel and let PC crawl back onto her shoulder.

On her way back to the shuttle, Miko was pondering over the strange message she overheard. The caller sounded so desperate… was that something she had to worry about? Or were all communications in the Resistance like this? She wondered if she should ask Hux what he thought about it. But she wasn’t really sure which information she should or shouldn’t share with him. Although he had betrayed the First Order, he hadn’t abandoned it completely. Who knows which side he might choose in the end. It's not like she was a huge supporter of the Resistance, but they did have more of her sympathy than the Worst Order did and she didn’t want to be responsible for giving the ex-general information that would lead to their demise.

She stopped in her tracks. On her right, another merchant street looked so… welcoming. She spotted stalls with pastries, fine linen, tools and belts and everything she loved. The small stands were built around the gleaming remains of ship hulls and durasteel parts of long abandoned buildings, but the sun shone on them, making the whole street glow and inviting her over.

A small detour wouldn’t hurt too much, right? We need some essentials anyway, she mused while looking smugly at PC.

Both of them didn’t spot the two figures who changed their course, right at that moment she entered the street.

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duckit7 · 2 years ago

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Online Dating Can Be Hard 13

It's been a while since I posted. I'm going to try to put chapters out again like I did before, but unfortunately no promises. Life and stuff. I hope you guys enjoy thought!

Oh and as always, fair warning there is some strong language.

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I couldn’t keep from buzzing at work. The thoughts of last night twirling around my head. Kate was dazzling and the night was unforgettable. I smiled like a fool as I typed away answering to the newest work order.

Suddenly my office door swung open and Heidi sauntered in. “Cammy Jammy! Tell me how your human mistress is doing! I need some excitement in my life.” She said sliding into the chair across from me.

“Kate is not my mistress Heidi! She is just a friend…” I groaned.

“Call her whatever you want we both know you have the hots for her.” Heidi waved dismissively. I could feel the heat rising into my cheeks. How did she know? “Cam you have been grinning like a fiend since you clocked in this morning. This was after you stressing over what to wear all week! You kept babbling about how you had a formal event. I figured the only person who would bring you to a formal event was Kate. So spill Romeo. I want all the details. Even the dirty little ones.” She said giving me a wink.

If possible the red in my cheeks deepened. “It was ahh… great…” I said fiddling with my fingers as I adverted her gaze.

“You are impossible Cam!” Heidi’s eyes rolled so hard I could almost feel it. “Come on! Out with it!”

I swallowed hard trying to keep from gushing, but as I opened my mouth all my feelings came tumbling out. “Heidi it was amazing! Kate wore this beautiful black dress with a slit up the side and a little make-up. The event itself was so so, but Kate made it a great time. People judged us a little, but we ignored them. When the party started to get boring we slid out into the garden. And well… We danced… together… it was magical!”

Heidi smiled a Cheshire grin. “You danced, eh? You guys are the cutest!”

I smiled into my hands as my mind relived the feeling of her fingers in them. “Heidi I think I really like her… Like really really like her…”

Heidi shook her head and said kindly, “What tipped you off to that dummy? So.” Heidi paused as her smacked her hands on her thighs. “When is the next time you guys are getting together?"

I shrugged, “Tomorrow I think. Our one friend Marcy’s birthday is tomorrow. Sal, our other friend, reserved a human parvus friendly escape room. We are planning on going there and then getting some drinks afterward. Kate flies to Canada today and is not sure if she will be back in time though… So we will see.”

Heidi leaned in. “Well for your sake I hope she can make it.” She said before standing up to leave. “Good luck Cammy! I’m expecting updates!” She said tossing a peace sign before closing the door behind her.

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Somehow my flight miraculously landed early. I told everyone to start the escape room without me because I was sure I was going to be late. Some higher power was looking out for me though as I pulled into the parking lot with 3 mins to spare. My heart was racing knowing I was going to see Cam. Why did he make me nervous like this? We were just really good friends, right? I pushed these thoughts aside as I jogged up to the front desk.

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I was trying hard not to look disappointed when we got the news that we should start the escape room without Kate. I was looking forward to seeing her. The show must go on though. I sat back in Pete’s hand as we entered the room. He was a kind man with soft hands, but they didn’t give me the same feeling of security as Kate’s. I took a couple of deep breaths to steal my nerves.

He set me down next to Sal and Marcy on the table in the middle of the room. “3 minutes till start.” A voice said over the intercom. “Good luck!”

“Here we go!” Marcy said giddy as a little schoolgirl.

Sal lounged off to the side of her with his signature cool demeanor as he looked haphazardly around the room. “This is going to be a piece of cake Marcy.” He said giving her a fist bump.

They were my friends and I knew I should feel a part of the group, but without Kate I felt like an outsider. My mind started to wander as I stood off to the side waiting for the door to close.

“Hold up!” a familiar voice said as the mediator was about to close the door. I whipped my head around to see Kate fill the doorway. She was smiling from ear to ear, “Made it just in time!”

“Perfect! I’m glad you could make it!” Pete said punching her arm softly.

“Me too! Got really lucky. My flight landed early leaving me with just enough time to speed here.” She joked.

“We will definitely crush this now that Kate is here!” Marcy squealed.

“Hopefully! Happy birthday by the way!” Kate chuckled. She then turned, letting her eyes fall on me. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest as she approached. “Hey�� she said as she leaned on the wall near me.

“Hey” I replied trying to act cool.

“You look good today. I like that shirt on you. Fits nice.” She said with a side smile.

“Thanks! I’m glad you could make it.” I probably sounded bashful as all git up as I rubbed the back of my head. Did she know her words had such a hold over me?

“Let the games begin!” The voice announced of the loud speaker, breaking the moment between Kate and I.

“Let’s go Marcy barcy and Cammy boy! Where should we search first?” Sal’s voice was playful as he draped one arm around me and the other around Marcy.

We looked around the table for a while. Sal found a key chain in the shape of a skull and Marcy found a locket. I on the other hand had no luck. The only thing I had to show after going through two of the 6 boxes on the table was a paper clip.

“Hey Cam, can I borrow you over here for a second?” Kate said as she crouched to be eye level with me.

“Sure!” I exclaimed. I could never say no to those big blue eyes.

She laid her hand softly in front of me. “Don’t hesitate Cam.” I whispered to myself before closing my eyes and propelling myself up. I was in the air crossing the room in seconds.

“There seems to be a parvus sized tunnel right here. Want to check it out for any clues?” Kate said as she set her hand on the edge of the shelf.

“Yes ma’am!” I said with a salute before disappearing into the hallway. There were dim overhead lights to illuminate the corridor while giving off a creepy aura. “You got this Cam. You want to look brave and strong in front of Kate don’t you?” I mumbled to myself. Slowly I made my way further in till the path was cut off by a wall with a button in the middle of it. I shrugged to myself before leaning all of my body weight into the switch. I heard a door on the other side of the tunnel whoosh closed. “Duck…” I grumbled to myself. Jogging to the other end I was met with the light brown sheen of the wooden door in my way. “Great… Just great… Not only is this place creepy as shit I now can’t get out…” I groaned.

“Cam?” Kate said through the door. “Cam are you ok?

“Yeah I’m fine… Just stuck now…” I yelled back.

“Hold on. We will try to find another switch to try to get you out.” She replied.

My back slid down the door as I plopped on the ground waiting for my savior to open the door. I could hear everyone rustling about outside while my eyes stared down the hallway. The place had me on edge and the last thing I needed was to have something sneak up on me while I was trapped in here. My heart skipped a beat as I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Hey you guys…” I yelled, “Can you guys hurry up?” My voice was uneasy as the movement started to form into a figure. I squinted my eyes to get a better idea of what it was. Legs started to stretch their way forward. Fear gripped me as I immediately recognized the creature as a spider. “Guys please hurry the Fuck up!!” I screamed desperately.

“Cam are you ok?” Kate’s voice was filled with worry.

“No! No I am not ok! There is a spider in here! Get me the fuck out of here!” I shouted. The creature slowly materialized before me. One of my greatest fears in life was spiders and now I was stuck in this stupid tunnel with one.

“Hold on Cam. We are going to get you out.” I could feel Kate lay her hand on the door behind me.

I know my friends were moving as fast as they could but it was not enough as the arachnid inched closer. I could start to make out its beady eyes and large fangs.

“I think I found something!” I heard Pete say in the background. “Marcy do you still have that locket?” I could hear the clicking as the two worked on their task.

The spider continued its methodical march. This is it I thought to myself. No shot I’m getting out of here alive. “Hey Kate.” I said low so only she could here it.

“Yeah Cam?” I could feel her presence draw near.

I had to tell her. If I was going to die she had to know. “Kate I have to tell you something…” The monster was inches away from me at this point.

“Cam, what is it? We almost got it. Please hold on!” there was no hiding the deep worry in her voice.

“Kate… Kate I-” was as far as I got before the wooden door slid open behind me. I tumbled out as my backrest disappeared. My body didn’t fall far though as familiar hands caught me. I looked up into the beautiful eyes of Kate, they were stormy as they stared through my soul. I didn’t know what to say so I just said, “Hey you. Always there to catch me when I fall.”

Kate shook her head but couldn't hide her smile. “You kill me.”

“Cam is this what you were afraid of?” Sal burst out laughing in the background.

Both Kate and I looked over to see a mechanical spider hanging out of the tunnel opening. Sal was playing with its legs as Marcy punched its face. Above me Kate started to giggle. I looked up at her with betrayal.

“There was poor lighting in there!! It looked real!! Ah screw you guys.” I huffed as I turned my back to them.

“Ah come on Cam.” Kate chuckled as she poked me in the side. “It’s kinda funny now that its over.” She maneuvered her hand so that I was eye level with her staring into her big blue orbs.

“It was not funny at all. I legit thought I was going to die.” I grumbled.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” she said giving me a warm smile. “Life would have been unbearable with out you.” Like an arrow to the heart I was left dumbstruck by her words.

“Come on you fools. Thanks to Cam the door is open so lets get a move on. We have less than 45 minutes left.” Sal chided from Pete’s hand as they passed by us.

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Cam grumbled the rest of the time in the escape room that he was not going to go in any more dark, closed off places. He insisted that he could find clues from my hand and out in the open. I didn’t complain. Carrying Cam was one of my favorite things to do. I would never let him know that though.

We pushed through the second room with some ease. The third and last room gave us some trouble, but with 7 minutes to spare we were out. Marcy had a great time and was actually our biggest clue finder which made her birthday that much more perfect. Cam was trying to get into a better mood but the spider run in had his shaken up pretty bad. He took me up on my offer to ride with me to the bar while everyone else rode with Pete.

“Hey Cam, are you ok?” I asked looking over to him before putting my truck in 1st.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He said quietly.

“Really?” I said raising an eyebrow, “because you don’t seem fine. That spider really got to you didn’t it. I’m not trying to push, just want you to know I’m here if you want to talk about it.”

Cam took a sharp breath in. “When I was a kid my sister and I were running through the woods near my house. I didn’t see where I was going and got caught up in thick spider webs. I can still remember to this day watching with horror as the long legged hairy monster crawled towards me and there was nothing I could do about it. Luckily my sister got to me before that beast did. It doesn’t happen often but there have been stories of parvus being attacked by spiders and I was almost one of those. I don’t know… since then I have been afraid of spiders.”

I sat there digesting his words. “You are wild to me. You have had so much trauma in your life yet I would have never been able to guess it. You are one of the most positive and upbeat people I know.”

Cam shrugged, “No sense in being down. I choose to be happy young in life and no matter what happens I want to be happy. Will I be happy all the time? No. But I refuse to let the low points in life bring me down.”

Emotion filled me as I reached over and set my finger on Cam’s thigh. “Hey. Thank you.”

Cam looked up at me dumbstruck. “For what?”

“Opening up to me. For letting me into your life.” I replied.

Cam smiled as he covered my finger with his hand. “Thank you for listening.” He then pulled my finger into his lap. “You know I’m here for you too… If you ever need to talk or anything. I swear I am a good listener.”

I nodded. “Thank you. I will keep that in mind for sure.” Part of me wanted to tell him about the dark void I constantly battled with. I didn’t want to put that on him. Not yet. Would he push me away if he knew how broken I have been?

We sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. The bar was packed as we weaved our way to our table reserved in the back. One of the best local bands was playing which filled the joint with good music.

We all drank a fair amount. Beer and laughter flowed throughout the night. Cam stayed near me the whole time. He leaned his small frame against my arms sipping on his beer. I couldn’t help but steal glances of him. I still couldn't wrap my mind around how he was single. He had a great job. Loving family. Fun loving, warm personality. And on top of it all he was good looking. How did I get so lucky?

We were all drunk as the night came to a close. Cam and I were laughing like we were crazy at a stupid joke when closing time was played over the stereo system. I looked down to my pint-sized partner with a goofy smile as I asked in a poor British accent, “Ready to go my pocket prince?”

Cam’s cheeks were red from drinking as he stared up at me with a glossy look. “Aye. I guess I am.” He said mirroring my accent. With a bow I extended my palm out to him. He walked on as though he was entering a chariot. “You may rise gentle lady.” He giggled. I obliged as I stood.

“You two are too cute.” Marcy squeaked as she swayed back and forth. Sal moved in to hold her up. Marcy proceeded to bring her hands up and together as she said, “Now kiss!”

Everyone balled over laughing at that. I prayed that they were too drunk to see the red on my cheeks. Kiss Cam? Never! We were just friends. Right?

Cam and I wished everyone a good night as we stepped out into the chilly fall evening. Cam wrapped himself tight in his coat as we trudged off into the night. A couple of minutes into our walk I could feel him start to shiver. Without a word I lifted him to my shoulder as I parted a hole between my neck and jacket. I could feel him press his cold body greedily into my skin as he tried to steal my warmth.

“Thank you.” His voice was muffled from all the layers.

“No worries. I can’t let my handsome handful get cold.” I quipped.

“You are full of these aren’t you.” He grumbled.

“Oh heck yeah I am.” I teased.

I could feel is breath on my neck while his beard brushed my skin. It sent lighting through my veins. My mind drifted back to Marcy’s kiss comment. I know she didn’t mean anything about it, but it made me think about what if Cam and I did kiss. Would he like to kiss me? Would just the thought of it disgust him? He probably doesn’t even like me that way. But what if he did? What if he wanted to kiss me too?

Part of me wanted to ask while I still had liquid courage bracing me up, but a soft snore told me it was not the right time for that. We reached his place in no time. Part of me wanted to bring him home with me to “make sure he was ok”. In all honesty I just liked having him around and didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to watch him sleep all night and wake up to the ray of sunshine that was him. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem right. So, skillfully, I weaved my hand in between the warm layers of my jacket and the small body of the man who was stealing my heart bit by bit.

“Cam… We are here…” I said softly rubbing his back with my thumb.

I could feel him stir as he groggily said, “Already? Dang humans travel fast.”

“Can I pick you up?” I asked.

Cam took a deep breath in and released it. “Yeah I guess so…”

I wrapped my fingers around his sturdy little form and lifted him from the warmth of my jacket and neck. He immediately started to shiver as he was exposed to the cold night. I set him gently on his balcony. My fingers hovered protectively around him in case he stumbled on his way in.

“Thanks Kate.” Cam said as he slid the sliding glass door open. “I had a great night.”

I smiled warmly, “Me too. Good night Cam.”

“Good night Kate.” He said before disappearing into his house and locking his door.

On the way home I rubbed the fingers that had his lingering heat still in them. Would he want to kiss me like I want to kiss him?

#g/t #duck it #giant/tiny #wholesome giantess #cam and kate #we back bitches... maybe #these fools

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nerdgatehobbit · 9 months ago

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So, has anyone else been having this issue with their queued posts lately? This has been happening semi-regularly for a bit and I don’t understand why.

Also, when I did the most recent app update it now largely won’t let me re-schedule queued posts, telling me to do it on my computer instead. Which is weird & new; was that on purpose (why though?) or is it a bug that slipped through in the current update?

Anyway, while I’m here! 10/21/24

I’m still greatly enjoying Leverage and I liked seeing Richard Kind in the last The Librarians episode I saw. Recently I read The Con Job, which has a few hiccups mostly relating to being set in early 2010s geek culture, although there is a moment where Hardison acknowledges the amount of whiteness present. Interestingly, a notable part of the book’s premise is that Nate is giving Hardison opportunities to step up as the mastermind, with one at San Diego Comic-Con being perfect for that purpose, whereas I have gathered the actual shows make Parker the next leader. It’s unclear if the author wasn’t read in on that, was oblivious to that (whether due to preferring Hardison or due to sexism), or if there’s an aspect of Hardison wanting to be mastermind before shifting gears that’ll pop up in the later seasons that I haven’t seen yet. Cha0s appears and Wil Wheaton is mentioned, but the fourth wall is maintained. Overall, it was a decent read but not especially memorable. Up next is either The Librarians And The Mother Goose Chase or The Book of Earth. Which is the 1st book in The Dragon Quartet, not an ATLA novelization.

Speaking of Wheaton, I have reached some of his voice work on Star Trek Prodigy. It’s definitely interesting to see a grown Wesley being the caretaker of the timeline, what with his character’s origins as a partial (?) expy for Roddenberry on a Doylist level.

Last week I obtained Hallmark’s Sense & Sensibility as well as The Slipper & the Rose. Yes, I’ve been reblogging posts on the former without seeing it; in my defense, I ordered it as soon as I found out it had been released on DVD.

This is mostly why I’ve been ‘eh okay’ about the queue not letting itself be modified on the app. I want to take screenshots & make posts on these movies. That needs to happen on my laptop, not the app (unlike this one). Hopefully I’ll ease back into doing posts for tv shows. Like Star Trek DS9, for example.

There are probably going to be just one or two posts about “Replay” before I move onto Static Shock’s 1st season finale.

I’m still behind on TROP, but I do want to catch up so I can justify reblogging the great posts I’ve seen from later in the season. Hopefully one of the changes will be Tar Miriel surviving. She could end up like BBC Merlin’s Queen Guinevere, ruling alone at the end, given Elendil’s predetermined fate as the LOTR books are the canon used by the show. Huh, there’s a thought: will the final season end on Isildur’s death or will there be episodes showing what happened afterwards? Or will TROP also get cut short? I hope not, but the recent cancellations mean it’s definitely a risk. :/

Uh, I want to end on a happier note than that. Let’s see. I’m probably going to keep the current daily posts through November, but I’ll probably do BATB (1991 & 2022) posts in December again, replacing either The Librarians or TROP. Leverage & BBC Merlin’s Gwen/Queen Guinevere will likely switch over to being in the mornings for 2025. Star Trek DS9 might slow down or not, depending on if I resume my re-watch. This might change as I actually approach 2025, but this is my plan at the moment.

#my ramblings #long post #my plans for the 2025 queue

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tsaomengde · 2 years ago

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So, Star Trek: Resurgence.

If you've played a Telltale game, you've played Resurgence. It technically has slightly more Gameplay than the old telltale games, with shooting sequences, stealth bits, fly-the-ship-through-the-rings bits, and a few other minigames involving the transporter and the tricorder, but frankly, they're all pretty forgettable. The core gameplay loop of Resurgence is talking to people and making tough calls, and everything else is kind of a distraction from that. I frankly would have enjoyed my time with the game more if it had stuck to oldschool Telltale-style gameplay that's just a series of QTEs. The bits where you have to walk places and do things just slow down progression, and you move and control painfully slowly and awkwardly.

As far as the story itself, well, I would definitely put it solidly in the C-tier category for Trek stories. It is very much patterned after a Trek movie rather than a Trek TV show. Things start off promisingly enough with a dispute between two rubber forehead alien species. Species A has been working a dilithium mine on their own planet for Species B for a couple centuries. And, of course, the Federation buys dilithium from Species B. So, you know, tense diplomatic situation, power imbalances, labor rights, pragmatism vs. idealism, cool cool cool. Yeah, that shit gets chucked out the window at the end of the first act in favor of Another Galactic Threat. Oy. I'm so tired of Galactic Threats.

You technically play as two characters, the new first officer of the Resolute and one of her engineering grunts, so it's interesting seeing both sides of the Starfleet coin - senior staff and lower decks. Calls you make on the bridge affect what you have to do in engineering at times, which makes the narrative hang together nicely. A lot of the actual dialogue between characters, and the choices you make there, basically do break down to "favor character A over character B" and depending on how many times you skew in one direction or another it'll change some minor story beats later in terms of what fixed events happen to which characters. Like, ho hum, guys, we know that Telltale games don't actually let you radically change the story, just swap details around, but this one wasn't even that particularly inspired. I have gone through the trophy list rather than playing the game again with different choices, and let me tell you, nothing in this game stacks up to the end of the second Telltale Batman game in terms of actually changing how things play out.

There are some great moments where you get to tell people to execute evasive maneuvers or fire the photon torpedoes, and you get to pick which thing your first officer says when you order the ship to warp (I went with "make way"), but overall... eh. $40 was a bit much for this game. I do not regret it, though. I am tired of Star Trek Online being the Only Star Trek Game. I want more Star Trek Games. We're getting one with Star Trek Infinite later this year or next from Paradox, but dammit, I want another Bridge Commander. I want another Elite Force. I want more quality Star Trek single-player games, so I voted with my wallet.

Last note: this game is pretty buggy, at least on PS5. A solid 15-20% of the subtitles don't match the spoken dialogue at all, which is frustrating. When I first started playing at launch, sometimes voice lines would also cut off in the middle, though I noticed none of that when I picked it up again a few weeks later after life got busy, so I assume there was an update. But, like, come on. It's a Star Trek game. There has never been a non-buggy Star Trek game. This is old hat for us.

I'm not a professional game reviewer obliged to give a letter or number score, so I'll just go the Steam route and say: do I recommend this game? Yes, if you like Telltale-style games and don't mind a little bit of bad shooting/stealth gameplay that feels like it's from 15 years ago, and probably you should also like Star Trek too.

So, you know... get it on sale.

#star trek #star trek resurgence #resurgence #review #game #thoughts

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viyagari · 6 months ago

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It’s Really One of Those Years, Eh?

I couldn't log in to Dreamwidth for some reason, so I had to go here.

First writing in 2025 and finally, an update for idk how long since I neglect my account.

It’s 5 AM, on the first day of 2025. I was forced to wake up by the sound of my cat’s auntie wailing at the door, begging for breakfast. Apparently, the door connecting the main room and the garage was opened. For a night, she was the queen of the house. I tricked her to go back to the garage and closed the door. Her reign was over. My dawn had just begun.

In a manner I found unbefitting even for my standard, I sat down and opened my laptop. As my senses started to come back to me, I typed this…essay? Confession? Whatever you call it. There’s something that I needed to let out.

What I wanted to say was…

2024 was a weird year for me.

A fact I believe nobody would be surprised about. Everybody knew last year was kind of a shitshow. Everybody was kind of unsure if this year things would stay the same, in terms of shittyness. There were so many, too many, bad things happening simultaneously. Everything, everywhere, all at once even.

A shitshow as dark as a blindfold over my eyes, our eyes.

Last year took its toll out of me, irl-wise. Right when I started to feel my age. Projects were hard to come. I made even less than the previous year. Worst election in my whole life, and even worse pre-election campaign months. Brain drain on the media, even more heinous brain drain on the internet. Kept my eyes on Gaza, the Palestinians suffered more than I did of course.

At one point, I thought perhaps it was easier to start over your country from zero. My country refused to die, yet somehow it always found a way to make things worse for itself. It kept dragging its rotten body like a zombie, and all of us who were trapped inside it.

My parents accused me of wanting the country to collapse when I debated them about the treatment of Rohingya refugees and the government’s inaction. You know what, maybe that’s right. Maybe I really wanted my country to collapse after all.

This stupid blind nationalism. Polarization even among those who were supposed to resist the government’s oppression. Police brutality went bolder for all eyes to see. Didn’t they realize that Kanjuruhan massacre was just two years ago? Oh who was I to say? Just blame the wind. Case closed.

Human tend to recall bad memories much easier than it is for good memories. It’s a part of our instinct. That’s how our ancestors survived in the wild. Little did they know it would also be the source of anguish for their successors.

This primordial instinct blinded me, and I was forced to navigate the year by haplessly feeling around. The pressure was crazy. Perhaps I’m starting to feel the psychological toll of living through the pandemic.

If you think my hyperfixation and the internet were my salvation during tough times, you’d be… I want to say “you’d be wrong”, but “you’d be right” is also valid.

I still had my DayTez hyperfixation. Past!me would’ve never written this much and made two fanbooks and a half (free paper fic). This counted as good memory. All the doujins and merchs and the printing put some pressure on me financially. And this was the bad memory, but it was entirely my fault.

First time attending Comifuro as a participant. Good memory.

Not selling even one book. Bad memory, but it was quickly offset when someone bought one on CF19 PO period.

Decided to commit to write fic in Indonesian. Bad memory, ‘cause I narrowed down my readership scope when I’m not even a big name ficcer. But it was also a good memory, once I realized that I could still write in Indonesia.

Bought a new laptop. Now I could work faster and I don’t have to struggle with outdated software. Good memory. The new laptop put a pretty significant dent in my savings. Bad memory.

Finally returned to Jakarta and met my friends. Finally got to try that Mexican restaurant and took a lot of oshikatsu pics. Finally left the house to take a temporary breather. Good memories.

Fell ill halfway through the month and for most of the time I couldn’t go to as many places that I wanted. Felt bad because I couldn’t take my friends to the Mexican restaurant because of that damn sore throat & decided to stay in one place. Awful, awful memories.

The list could go on, but I should stop before it went nowhere.

I’m thinking about cool phrases to end this nonsense. I couldn’t think of one. Maybe leaving it without one is the best option. Truth is, I still have my blindfold on. I could pry it open, puffed up my chest, and said, “Maybe there’ll be more good things next year.”

But I have my doubts. I don’t think next year will be easier for me or anyone. That alone is another blindfold to replace the one I pried open.

I guess I will still be stumbling and feeling my way up for I don’t know how long.

#viyarambles

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ackackh · 11 months ago

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pineapple, strawberry, and orange for the fruit asks

Thank you so much for the ask, anon! ❤️❤️

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

It just depends on the fandom/pairing and what kind of mood I’m in. If you’re familiar with me in general you may be aware that I have a fondness for westerns, hence, God Is a Bluegill. Also love me a good organized crime au, you know, specifically 1920s gangster stuff. It’s just a really fun place to play around in and lends itself easily to HBOWar since we’re already steeped in hierarchy.

As for ones I don’t like, eh, I don’t love college aus. Or like, restaurant, or coffee shop aus. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve read some that are really great, and I think people should write whatever the hell they want, but I tend to find them boring. And sometimes it’s like, this stuff is so close to things in my own life it cuts in on the escapism.

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

So. I don’t have a FIC that I feel is underrated. Like, I’ve had lukewarm receptions to some things I’ve written, but to each their own, not everything I write is for everyone else and no one is obligated to comment/interact with my art.

BUT. Uh, my darling baby God Is a Bluegill, which I started years ago and recently (like in may) updated for the first time in two years, sort of fell off the radar. I assume because I let it go without updating it for so long. And like, that’s fine, but my first two chapters got some really nice comments and the third chapter didn’t get very many at all and I have to admit, I was disappointed. I do plan to keep writing it, I love the story too much to stop, so I just hope that in the future more people will find it compelling and be interested in commenting.

I want to stress that the comments I do have on that fic are wonderful and I love every single one of them. It was just the more recent chapter (and the companion piece, That Heavy Love) that sort of fell off.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

I answered this in the previous ask, but the short answer is Doc Bryan!

#ask #anon #catch me nervous about saying the third chapter of GIAB is underrated #maybe it’s not! maybe it’s not that great! lol I just worked really hard on it and I’m always gonna be its biggest fan #which is like always the case because it’s my baby but yeah

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I’m here again with a little amendment to my list! As of the 1.9 update, there’s a new letter on the CEO’s desk that (among other things) outlines the menu for a cog banquet. This menu pretty much exclusively features foodstuffs not yet recorded on my list, so here I am doing my job and recording them. It's a little long, so the bulk of the post has been banished to under the cut! (again)

Coal-ombian blend oil - Okay, it’s still oil, but now we know it can be blended in different ways. I don’t know enough about oil to know if this is a reference to anything real, though.

Diet water - Number one, how are they making the water diet. Number 2, the diet water is intended for suits who can’t ingest the Coal-ombian oil. What does this mean. Can some suits not ingest oil? Is it all oil or just this type of oil specifically? Does Coal-ombian oil contain the mysterious allergen ‘red’? The lore possibilities are endless.

Banquet Roll - I, naively, assumed this was a bread roll. It’s actually a sort of disposable paper tablecloth. “Oh, so they’re using them to set up the banquet”, nah, battery acid is being offered as a spread. Bread rolls or tablecloths, they’re being eaten either way. I'm choosing to believe they're tablecloths because that's funnier.

Crude-itv platters - I believe this is a play on a crudité platter, which is a platter of raw vegetable slices typically served with dips. For cogs, these dipping sauces consist of mercury, gallium, caesium and rubidium. This probably also implies that there are more vegetables (or cog vegetable equivalents) than currently listed in the list, but since none specifically are mentioned that’ll have to remain speculation.

Wire Pasta - The wire pasta is specified as ‘high-voltage”. I assume that means “wires made to handle a high voltage” and not “wires that were conducting a high voltage while being eaten”. Also, cogs are made of wires, right? Are those different for the ones used for pasta, or… Anyway, plain tar (as opposed to ginger tar) makes an appearance here as a pasta sauce.

Okay, now this is literally the opposite of what I’m supposed to be making a record of, but I finally fought the CEO and I feel like I should note somewhere that cogs CANNOT drink root beer. Like that’s the one thing I’ve seen that’s a definite no for cog consumption. I don’t know if it’s all root beer, or whether the kind served at the banquet is a special “make cogs explode” type, but if I was a cog I wouldn’t risk it either way.

This next part isn’t related to the CEO at all, but I’ve been meaning to add it to the post for a little bit and it was too small to warrant an amendment all by itself. Buck’s cereal box (from the plush stretch goal fun pack) contains “artificially flavoured synthetic oat product with glucose shapes”. This confirms artificial flavourings, synthetic oats, and glucose.

It’s also worth a little mention that during the Brrrgh task line, you need to recover flavouring powder from a Big Wig and a “coin flavoured breath mint” from a Mint Supervisor. The fact that a big wig just happens to have flavouring powder on them implies it’s something cogs use in their food pretty regularly, I think. I've got do idea what's in it, though. The coin flavoured breath mint is a more solid thing, the mint supervisor would have definitely had that with intent to use it. The fact that it’s coin flavoured is interesting, maybe it’s not just Dave who likes to eat coins? That creates the question of whether cogs actually have mints in mint flavour, though. The fact that breath mints are called ‘mints’ implies that they do. Wait do cogs even have breath???

I feel like I’m forgetting something I meant to include here, but, eh, that can just go in the next amendment. For now, here’s the updated list, with new items in bold for your convenience:

Human safe foods:

Artificial flavourings, Beef, Beetroot, Blueberries, Bread, Bread-sticks, Breath mints (mint flavour), Broccoli, Cabbage, Carbonara, Cereal, Cheese, Cookies, Corn, Eggs, Fish, Ginger(?), Glucose, Ham, Ice cream, Jellybeans, Lettuce, Mushrooms, Onions, Pepper (the seasoning not the vegetable), Pie, Pineapple, Pizza, Salad, Salt, Sandwiches, Snow cones, Strawberries, Tomatoes (and derivitives ketchup and tomato sauce), Waffle cones.

Things humans should definetly not be eating:

Banquet roll (table cloth), Battery Acid, Breath mints (coin flavour), Caesium, Charcoal, Coal, Coins, Crispy steel bits, Crude-itv platter, Crude morsels, Crude Oil, Diamond dust, Extra Crude Oil, Gallium, Gas-infused triple-fried coal, Ginger tar, Kerosene, Mercury, Nuts and bolts, Oxalic Acid Patties, Petrol, Pine, Rubidium, Synthetic oats, Tar, Traffic cones, Turpentine Ansoff Jelly, Wires, Wood.

Beverages:

Antifreeze, Carbonated oil, Coal-ombian blend oil, Cogfee, Cold-a, Coolant, Diet Oil, Diet water, Gas, Juice, Ketchup(?), Oil, Slushies, SODIMM SOda, Soyl, Sparkling water/Seltzer, Water.

Things that cogs should not be eating:

Root beer

Unidentified:

red, Flavouring powder

What do cogs eat in Toontown: Corporate Clash?

I'm doing research for a fic and have been scrounging the wiki for this information so I thought I'd compile my findings as a nice organised tumblr post in case anyone else needs access to this very specific part of the lore. There's actually a lot more than I thought there would be! If I've missed anything, feel free to add! The definitive list will be way at the bottom of the post if you just want the cold hard facts.

Section A - Foodstuffs that have a lot of evidence pointing towards their consumption by cogs.

Oil - Massive evidence for this in both Derrick Man and the CEO battle. Heals suits in Derrek Man, and seems to be their preferred food given its literally the only thing being served at the banquet? Maybe more of a beverage than a food? Still makes the list either way. Different varieties of oil are also mentioned, including carbonated/seltzer oil (from the Director's Cuts ARG andHigh Roller's trivia questions) and crude oil (discussed further below).

Cogfee (Coffee) - Cogfee is mentioned all the time. There's promotional art of Chip promoting cogfee, and his secretary also requests a new cogfee machine in the April Toons ARG. Cathal and Brian have also both delivered/refused to deliver cogfee to Allan, respectively. The Toxic Manager also gives the Insider a cup of Cogfee in the Director's cuts ARG, and there's probably even more examples of cogs drinking cogfee that I haven't included here. It's also worth a mention that Jennifer's favourite drink is a soyl mechiatto, which I would have assumed to be the cog equivalent of a machiatto with soya milk, but the fact that High Roller's trivia question on the subject makes a distinction between soyl mechiatto and cogfee mechiatto makes me doubt that the soyl one contains cogfee at all. Alas, I don't know enough about actual coffee to be able to tell you if you can even make a machiatto without coffee.

Cookies - Most of the evidence for this comes either directly or indirectly from Belle. Evidence for suits eating cookies comes from Belle's interview notes, the 1.3 blog post, the comic with Flint and Belle baking, and the C.O.O's 2023 dialogue. These also provide other things suits can eat in the form of cookie flavours: charcoal, ginger tar and crude morsels. I don't know if ginger tar is ginger flavoured tar or a variety of tar called "ginger tar", so that's up for interpretation. As far as I can tell, all three seem to function as a chocolate chip substitute, but could also possibly be replacing things like fruit or nuts in the cookies. The only non-Belle-related cookie evidence comes from the Director's Cuts ARG, where the Middleman gives the Insider a plate of crude oil cookies. I assume the crude oil used in these is a different thing than the crude morsels in the C.O.O's cookies, and I can't really identify what crude oil is supposed to be a subsitute for food-wise since it appears multiple times in different contexts.

Sandwiches and assorted ingredients - Cathal eats a sandwitch halfway through his battle, and you can't really get evidence more definitive than that. The wiki says it's specifically ham and cheese, and looking at his renders I can see that probably. In the 1.3 key art, he's got a different sandwich that looks like lettuce and tomato, so from Cathal alone, bread, ham, cheese, lettuce and tomato can be added to the list of things suits eat.

Ketchup - This is really a subsection of the last category given tomatoes have already been confirmed, but Count Erclaim steals 'Chup from Rocky on multiple occasions (notably the 'Halloween Hater comic') and Cathal also has two bottles of it in his office. There are also a concerningly high number of ketchup bottles inthe Mozzerella Styx freezer. So... Ketchup. Interestingly enough, the ad for Mozzerella Styx on High Roller's website lists 'Chup as a drink, so maybe its a suit beverage? Sure, why not.

Water - The existence of the water cooler attack implies that cogs can and do drink water, and it's also listed as an available drink three times on Mozzerella Styx's menu, as 'water', 'dihydrogen monoxide' and 'corporate water supply'. They also drink sparkling water/seltzer/carbonated water, whatever you want to call it, since Jennifer asks where she's supposed to keep her sparkling water after Spruce takes a bite out of her desk, and seltzer is one of the available options in the Mozzerella Styx drinks machine.

Cereal - Dave buys 500 boxes of cereal in the April Toons ARG. The picture identifies the cereal as 'Oil-o-Flakes', but the description says they're 'corn flakes', soooo... corn confirmed? Maybe?

Pizza - You'd think this one would be easy, given the fact that literally the only cog owned restaurant is a pizzeria, but the fact that Mozzerella Styx is a front kind of raises the question of whether they actually serve food there. Either way though, Count Erclaim orders a "none pizza with left beef" in one of his monologues, and even if his pizza is a meme it's still a pizza, and Erclaim is still a cog that's probably going to eat it. Oh. Also beef then, I guess.

The sustenance page on the gopher version of cogs.ink gets a special mention because I forgot about it completely and then felt like I'd struck gold when I stumbled back upon it. Things mentioned on this page that aren't already on the list include:

Coal, petrol-marinated beet and diamond dust inside a sandwich called the 'Money Christo'.

Sides include crispy steel bits, extra crude oil and gas-infused triple-fried coal.

Coal again, Turpentine Ansoff Jelly and Oxalic Acid patties, all of which are considered breakfast (or, deskfast, as the page says) foods.

Carbon carbonara, made with only the finest eggs and crude oil (but what ingredient can be used in cookies and also in carbonara?).

Canned bread (WHY IS IT IN A CAN?) and kerosene dip.

Compressed fish

Strawberry Daigou, which is a dessert according to the description, and also contains the allergen 'red'. I didn't know suits could be allergic to anything until now.

SODIMM SOda

Section B - Things that I'm not certain on but I thought were still worth a mention.

Pie - Allan asks if the pies the toons are throwing at him "are imported blueberry", which implies that he's eaten both imported and non-imported blueberry pies before, to be able to tell the difference. Either that or he's been hit in the face so many times with both that he's now able to tell the difference, and he doesn't actually eat them. He can tell its blueberry though, which does suggest he's had those before and knows what they taste like. Given strawberries are already confirmed, its probably safe to say that cogs eat blueberries too.

Wood - Spruce, basically. He takes a bite out of Jennifer's table during his interview, says he's got at chomping trees in his personal statement and he's always got that log in his mouth. It's never really stated whether he actually eats the trees or just bites them, though. Also, eating trees feels very much like a Spruce thing, and not something any other suits would do. Like, they probably can eat wood, but would they want to?

Coins - Its mentioned in the cog building music backstage blog post that Dave ate 20,000 Cogbucks worth of quaters in the Cashbot mints. I'm confident this is a Dave exclusive thing and that no other cog would ever do this. I think.

Section C - Things that depend entirely on the validity of Mozzerella Styx as an actual cog restaurant.

Mozzerella Styx seems like it would be a veritable gold mine of information on cog food, but that actually depends on who Mozzerella Styx's target audience actually is. Mozzerella Styx's target audience is important because if they're trying to appear as a reputable toon resturaunt, then there's no gaurentee that cogs would even eat the things on their menu, as they would be toon foods rather than cog foods. The menu is weird though, since it definetly includes things that toons would never eat, like oil, which implies either that suits are intended to eat there or that whoever wrote the menu didn't know that toons can't drink oil. The menu does seem to be geared towards toons in some way, though, given the two 'toon drink here' options in the drinks section. Who are your target market, Mozzerella Styx??? And that's not even getting into if they even sell food there. The short with the two toons ordering a pizza implies that you can definetly order there, but the outcome of that short (the toons never getting any pizza) combined with the menu says 'pay upfront', 'product not gaurenteed' and 'no refunds' makes me incredibly doubtful that anyone has ever managed to successfully eat food from Mozzerella Styx (the fact that the toons are going here also suggests its a "toon" resturaunt. Or maybe they're just chill with going to a cog owned resturaunt? They definetly at least heard Styx over the phone). HOWEVER! The fact that the 1.4.0 patch notes say they're generating more money through pizza sales, combined with the (presumably paid for) ad on High Roller's website and the fact that they have actual pizza ingredients in the freezer makes me think that maybe they are actually running a resturaunt with real food on the side of all the money laundering? Perhaps? Either way, this big long ramble has acheived nothing, and I've got no idea if these foodstuffs are any more valid than I did at the start of it. Well then. If we're assuming that cogs do eat at Mozzerella Styx, for the sake of having more data, then everything on the menu can be added to the list. This includes:

Pineapple - The head huntin' hawaiian pizza, despite the pizza pictured under it not containing any pineapple, does make another appearance on a poster where pineapple is visible. There's no sauce, though. Why is there no sauce on this pizza. (Also, I'm going to remove pineapple from the 'Mozzerella Styx Clause', since Jennifer says in Buck's interview notes that he smells like pineapple, meaning she's eaten or at least smelled it before. Therefore, it's probably a valid suit food).

Nuts and bolts - The same poster with the hawaiian pizza also suggests you add [photo of nuts and bolts]. They aren't mentioned by name, but they sure are there!

New Year Cabbage

Salad - No idea what this salad contains, so I suppose every vegetable and other thing that could possibly be in a salad is up for debate. If you wanted to make it out of already confirmed salad stuff, it would probably be lettuce, tomato and beetroot.

Mushrooms - The picture of the aledgedly hawaiian pizza appears to have mushrooms on it, and mushroom pizza is also an option.

Broccoli - The alleged hawaiian pizza also has what I think is broccolli on it, and I really like broccoli so I'm adding it to the list.

Bread-sticks

Junior Executive Juice - I hope this is juice made for junior executives and not juice made out of junior executives

Ice cream cone - Not specified whether this is an ice cream cone as in 'its ice cream in a cone' or 'it's an ice cream cone with no ice cream'. I'll assume there's ice cream involved because it seems cruel to deprive these robots of ice cream.

Waffle cone

Traffic cone - I mean... it's on the menu?

Onions

Pine - Pine needles? Pine trees? Pineapples? We will never know

Jellybeans - I find it funny that these guys are just casually eating the toons' money. Maybe there's a difference between currency jellybeans and jellybeans for eating, but its still funny.

Soda Cold-a - The drink machine by the front counter actually provides a lot of new drinks that I'm specifically exempting from the 'Mozzerella Styx Clause' due to the fact that a) Toons definetly cannot drink half of this stuff and b) this drink machine for sure exists and probably does dispense all of these things. Available beverages not yet counted include antifreeze, diet oil, coolant, Cold-a and gas (which completes the C.O.G.S trifecta! Horray, suits can officially eat everything that C.O.G.S inc produces!)

Slushies - The slushie machine behind the counter appears to dispense slushy in flavours DRINK, Zap and BLUE. There are no cups present near this machine, only cones, which implies it could be a snow cone machine, but the ad on High Roller's website shows a cup with a straw labelled 'BLUE', so either they're drinking snow cone syrup or its a slushie machine.

Snow cones

Salt and pepper - There are salt and pepper shakers on all of the tables. Horray for seasonings! Why you would put those on a pizza I have no idea.

The List

Okay, I've probably missed something but here's my definitive list, colour coded, alphabetized and sorted for your convenience. Items in black are pretty much 100% confirmed, items in blue are speculative with not much evidence and items in green depend entirely on Mozzerella Styx's validity as a cog resturant.

Human safe foods:

Beef, Beetroot, Blueberries, Bread, Bread-sticks, Broccoli, Cabbage, Carbonara, Cereal, Cheese, Cookies, Corn, Eggs, Fish, Ginger(?), Ham, Ice cream, Jellybeans, Lettuce, Mushrooms, Onions, Pepper (the seasoning not the vegetable), Pie, Pineapple, Pizza, Salad, Salt, Sandwiches, Snow cones, Strawberries, Tomatoes (and derivitives ketchup and tomato sauce), Waffle cones.

Things humans should definetly not be eating:

Charcoal, Coal, Coins, Crispy steel bits, Crude morsels, Crude Oil, Diamond dust, Extra Crude Oil, Gas-infused triple-fried coal, Ginger tar, Kerosene, Nuts and bolts, Oxalic Acid Patties, Petrol, Pine, Traffic cones, Turpentine Ansoff Jelly, Wood.

Beverages:

Antifreeze, Carbonated oil, Cogfee, Cold-a, Coolant, Diet Oil, Gas, Juice, Ketchup(?), Oil, Slushies, SODIMM SOda, Soyl, Sparkling water/Seltzer, Water.

Unidentified:

red

All of these things can probably be broken down into their core ingredients, too, which would really expand the variety of foodstuffs on offer. Basically, cog food seems to be pretty similar to human food, just with a lot more metal and machine-stuff.

#yeah thats right im back at it again #let me know if there's anything that I missed that you think should be on the list!#The fic I was researching this for in the first place by the way? probably never going to see the light of day unfortunately #I still think this is a fun little resource though so I'll try and keep it updated as best I can :)#its pretty late for me right now so if anything doesnt make sense that's why #ill fix it in the morning (if I catch it that is...)#toontown corporate clash #ttcc #crocsyapping

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 191: Fallout

The next day before classes started up, Makoto walked up to Eiko. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Eiko said back.

“So, um, I talked with my sister last night,” Makoto said. “She said that it was alright for you to stay with us until graduation.”

Eiko was stunned. “Really?”

Makoto nodded. “Yes.”

Eiko hugged Makoto “EIIIIII! Thank you!”

Makoto hugged her back. “Eh heh.” They broke off the hug. “So, um, how long do you think before you’re ready?”

“Hmmm,” Eiko pondered. “I’m not sure. Maybe a week?”

“Well, we can work on this together,” Makoto said.

Eiko nodded. “Sounds good!”

“OK,” Makoto replied. She gave her a kiss. “Let’s head to class.”

“Right,” Eiko said. The two walked together to their classroom.

After school, Ren got a text from Makoto.

Makoto: I need to talk to you about something.

Ren: OK.

Ren: Where do you want to go?

Makoto: Honestly? That ice cream place we went to to plan Kaneshiro’s calling card.

Makoto: You remember where that is, right?

Ren: Of course.

Makoto: Great!

Makoto: I’ll see you then.

Ren: Seeya!

Ren put her phone away, and started heading out.

A little while later, she and Makoto were sitting next to each other at the ice cream place, having just placed their orders. “So, what did you want to talk about?” Ren asked.

“Well…” Makoto said. “It’s a little complicated. But I just wanted to give you an update on how things are going.” Ren nodded. “So, I think I’ve landed on a career path. I want to be a police officer like my father was. But I want to be more than that. I was to help fix the system. The current police force has a lot of issues, and I want to work on fixing them. For example, I don't want something like what happened to you doesn’t happen again. Or at least as often as it might.

I mean, it’s not so much different than the work we do as Phantom Thieves. We investigate, make sure someone’s guilty, and bring them to justice. Of course there are staunch differences, but I enjoy doing what we do, and I wish to continue to do it. I know it won’t be easy, but nothing worth doing is.” Ren chuckled. Makoto continued. “I also had a chance to talk with Eiko.”

“How did that go?” Ren asked.

“It was a little turbulent at first,” Makoto explained, “but it ended well. Um…she and I are now…dating.”

Ren was shocked. “Shut up!” Makoto nodded. “Wow. Way to bury the lead.”

Makoto chuckled “Shut up,” she said, playfully shoving Ren.

Ren chuckled back. “So, what happened?”

“Well,” Makoto said, “she and I were talking, and she asked me if I was jealous of her. I told her I was jealous of her boyfriend for having her, and it just kind of slipped out that I liked her. I didn’t even know I liked her like that until I said it.”

“Wow!” Ren said. “So, are you gay like me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Makoto said. “I’ve liked men before.”

“Bisexual then?”

“Hmmmm,” Makoto pondered. “Maybe? It seems a little different. Like, I don’t like Eiko because she’s a woman. I like her because she’s Eiko, and her being a woman kind of follows.”

“Sounds like Pansexual to me,” Ren remarked.

Makoto was confused. She got out her phone to look it up. Her eyes widened. “OH! Oh this makes a LOT of sense.” Ren giggled. Makoto put her phone away. “Well, as you know, this will make things even more difficult. But again, I feel like it’s worth doing. Besides, even if I stumble or fall, I’ll know that I tried as hard as I could to do it.”

“Hm hm. Well, you know I’ll be there for you,” Ren said. “Every step of the way.”

“Of course,” Makoto said. “Thanks.”

I am thou, thou art I

Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath.

Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart.

Thou hast awakened to the ultimate secret of the Priestess, granting thee infinite power…

Priestess-Makoto Niijima: Rank 10

Inside Makoto, a powerful force was manifesting itself. Her Persona, Johanna, was changing. Evolving. An explosion rang out, and her Persona grew alongside her, becoming Anat.

This feeling…Is this me? It’s so powerful. I won’t ever let it go!

Their ice cream arrived. “Let’s eat before it melts,” Makoto said. Ren nodded, and they ate their ice cream.

Later in the evening, Ren got another message.

Hifumi: Do you mind stopping by the church this evening?

Ren: Not at all.

Ren: Do you need anything?

Hifumi: Your company will be enough.

Ren: Very well.

Ren: I’ll see you soon.

Hifumi: See you soon.

Ren put her phone away, and headed for Kanda.

Upon arrival, Ren walked up to Hifumi. “Hey,” she said.

“Hello,” Hifumi said.

Ren took a seat. “How’s it going?”

“It’s…complicated,” Hifumi said. “The Phantom Thieves changed my mother’s heart, but…” She sighed. “It turns out she was rigging my matches. She was controlling a lot more than I had anticipated.”

“Yikes,” Ren said, unsure of what else to say in the moment.

Hifumi continued. “I really should have seen this coming. I guess it makes more sense as to why everyone was looking at me with disdain.”

“So, what are you going to do?” Ren asked.

“I don’t know,” Hifumi answered.

“Well, what do you want to do?” Ren said.

“I want to continue playing shogi,” Hifumi said. “I want to continue to support my family.”

“Well, I think that’s your answer,” Ren said. Hifumi seemed confused. “That’s what you wanted to do when your mom was trying to pull you away from this. Now that the consequences of her actions are on the cusp of doing that, you still want to do that. You just have to trust your resolve.”

“Hm. You’re correct,” Hifumi said. “I’m still a little worried. A scandal like this rocking the shogi world is uncommon. But I just have to keep a cool head. What they say, what my mom said, I didn’t change what I wanted before. But now, I’m learning how to fight for it more.”

“That’s the spirit,” Ren said. “And I’ll still be in your corner.”

Hifumi nodded. “Thank you. And I know I have others as well. Your other friends. The priest. My father. And despite the situation caused by it, now that my mom had a change of heart, she’s being more reasonable than ever, and listening to me and my father once again. So I know she’s in my corner too. I guess I just have to take victories where I can.”

“You were the one who taught me to lose with dignity,” Ren said.

Hifumi giggled. “True. But I suppose we are more in the middle of everything, rather than at the end. Once the dust has settled, we will see what lies ahead.”

“That’s the spirit!” Ren cheered.

Star-Hifumi Togo: Rank 8

“So,” Ren offered,” do you wanna play some shogi? Gotta keep your mind sharp.”

“Hm hm. Always,” Hifumi said. They played shogi together before heading home for the night.

#p5 #p5 femc #p5r #persona 5 #persona fanfiction #p5 rework #persona 5 royal #p5r rework #femc #female ren #ren amamiya #makoto niijima #eiko #hifumi togo

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absoluteaffirmative · 2 years ago

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Hmm…with the update Welcome Home got, it’s got me thinking.

Thoughts are under the cut (for those who haven’t seen everything yet) (warning! long post!!!)

This kinda goes into theory/headcanon-ish territory, mostly because it’s just me trying to make sense of everything.

What if this is kinda like Bendy and the Ink Machine? The creators wanted their show to be the bestest and absolutely the most it could be, so why not use some dark tricks to bring the characters to life, hm?

Wally is the most aware out of everyone, we all know this. Maybe the reason the show disappeared was because Wally saw something or learned something he shouldn’t have (if we go along with the BATIM-inspired idea) about how he and his friends were created.

Wally knew something was wrong and I suppose to hopefully save everyone in the moment, caused something to happen for the show to be pulled. Maybe it has something to do with all the strange black goop that’s gotten everywhere.

Later, the restoration project is made, and Wally is found once again. He does everything in his power to get a message across, to be heard. He wasn’t heard during when the show was airing, so this is his chance now to expose what actually happened. Maybe he’s purposely trapping the restoration team into documenting everything, hence the whole “picking up the phone” & “opening the envelope” thing. His message must be heard through any and all means necessary, even if that means “cursing” some people to continue with the restoration project.

But just as much as Wally is watching us—something is watching him too.

He has to lay low, hide pieces of his message in the hopes someone who is clever enough will find it all, help broadcast his voice. Hiding secret pages, messages in image file names, even an alternate version of the site itself with pictures (possibly that Wally himself took?) to show a snippet of what’s going on.

I don’t think Wally is evil, just desperate. And though he can be a little unsettling at times, he means well.

Then again, I kinda subscribe to the idea that the puppets themselves are alive and sentient, and it has something to do with that black goop that can be seen sometimes. To me, that idea just makes sense.

Though, again it seems like Wally has some kind of message. Something was going on behind the scenes during the show, and Wally knew…something was wrong, maybe.

Plus, the idea of a lil guy, a lil puppet guy being alive and sentient through dark means is a fun idea to me. That lil puppet guy knowing that something or everything is wrong and fake and this cannot go on anymore so everything must fall. That lil puppet guy being alone for who knows how long, waiting for someone to listen to his message and warnings, find the clue he’s laying out. I find that idea very fun!!

Plus-plus, Home has always been hella sus to me, so that’s something.

Ah, I’m rambling, ehe. I love Welcome Home, and all the new theories the update provides us Neighbors with. Still, I think Wally and Co. were brought to life by dark means, Wally saw or learned something forbidden and cursed, did something to cause the show to fall, then just waited for a chance to be heard about the dark goings-on behind the scenes, though his methods are…questionable, to say the least.

I wish you all the highest karma,

-Saint

#saint speaks #welcome home #welcome home puppet show

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haitanisbug · 3 years ago

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Chase the Shadows

Pairing: Gojo x Fem Reader

CW: light smut(-ish. Kind of..) Minors DNI, explicit and suggestive language

Note: Reader and Gojo are in an established relationship. This is part of my JJK Street Racer AU.

“You can’t compete with him, Gojo. Do you have any idea how much shit he has under that hood? Paid it all with daddy’s money and he’ll smoke you with it too.” It’s rare for Sukuna to sound this concerned about his friend. Usually apathetic to all of Gojo’s chaotic antics, but tonight is different. The two men are standing near Gojo’s car and waiting for the official call that the roads have been cleared to start the race. Gojo had pissed off Naoya earlier that week (some ill-timed insult about Naoya’s small dick or something like that) and instead of Naoya’s men shooting Gojo’s brains out, they decided to settle their squabble with a race.

Sukuna continues to chastise him “It also doesn’t help that you’ve only done cosmetic mods to this car.”

“Eh, it’s not about the engine. It’s about who’s driving the engine. And that happens to be Gojo Satoru. No need for performance updates. I’ll smoke his ass in a slow car, and I’ll look fucking cool doing it too.” arrogance is practically dripping from Gojo’s voice.

“This isn’t Fast and Furious, man. A slow car is still a slow car. Your driving skills aren’t suddenly going to make it go faster.”

Gojo lowers his blacked-out shades and peers at his friend through the tops of them, crystal eyes glinting with mirth. “You say that like I haven’t smoked you in a slow ass car before.” Sukuna scoffs at that, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You only won that race because my clutch slipped.”

“Excuses, excuses” Gojo teases, “Besides, who says cosmetic mods can’t make a car go faster? I swear Geto’s art gives me a speed boost.”

“You are so going to lose this race and I almost pity anybody stupid enough to bet on you tonight.” The streets around them are filled with people, more than the usual street race. It definitely can be attributed to the reputations of the two men racing. Gojo has been at the top of almost every race for the past year. His fame amongst the Tokyo street circuit spread quickly, and whenever he races, people always come to gawk. Naoya’s immoral rep, and the Zenin name itself attract a fair share of spectators too. Not to mention the streets tonight are crawling with his men. Scantily clad women crowd the streets and occasionally pass by Gojo and Sukuna; loud music and the revving of cars fill the gaps in their conversation.

“Speaking of betting, where the hell is Toji? I can’t believe he actually agreed to let you race Naoya.” Sukuna looks over his shoulder, eyes sweeping his surroundings to find the older man. When he can’t spot him, Sukuna lets out a few curses. “Don’t fuckin tell me… you didn’t tell Toji about this?!”

Gojo has the nerve to look slightly sheepish “...uhh well I didn’t thi-”

“Shut up, man. You’re racing the heir to one of the biggest Yakuza groups in the fuckin country and you didn’t tell your fucking manager?!” AND You’re driving it in a ride that’s basically a glorified Hot Wheel. How stupid are you?”

Gojo’s lack of response spurns Sukuna on, “Please tell me you didn’t bet any money, or at least any of Toji’s money.”

“No! I am offended you think that I’m that thoughtless. Of course I didn’t bet any of Toji’s money. That would have been asking for a death sentence... money-hungry old man” Gojo mutters the last bit under his breath.

“Fine. Whatever. Since you didn’t bet any of his money, and I know you're flat out of cash right now, what did you bet?”

If Gojo looked sheepish before, now he looks downright guilty. His eyes flicker over to where you’re standing talking to a group of girls and then they shoot away nervously.

Sukuna catches all of this, his gaze narrowing. “You bastard.” Sukuna almost whispers. “You’re betting your girl?”

“Well… she’s the only thing Naoya was interested in. He refused cash and my car so it was the only option.”

“Does she know about this?”

Gojo’s silence is deafening.

“You’re fucking slimy. Absolute bastard, asshole, and a dickhead. Can't believe I’m friends with you.”

“Oh please don’t act like you’re any better, Sukuna.” Gojo lets out a mocking laugh. “You’d do the same thing if you were in my place and we both know it. You’re a glutton for adrenaline too.”

“No, I wouldn’t. If Naoya ever laid eyes on my girl, there wouldn’t even need to be a race. I’d send him driving back in a fucking ambulance.”

“Well, none of this even matters! Because I told you, I’m going to win.” There’s shouting from the race moderators, letting the crowd and drivers know that the race will begin in five minutes.

“I’ll see you on the other side” Gojo winks at Sukuna. “With my girl and Naoya’s McLaren.”

You suddenly run up to Gojo, oblivious to the tension between the two men. “Good luck Satoru!” You sling your arms around his neck.

“No need for it, princess! But I’ll take your kisses anyway” Gojo greedily slots his lips over yours, hand running down your back to the base of your ass. You giggle as Gojo gives it a slight squeeze, and he smiles against your lips. He gives you one last peck and straightens up.

“Please be a little bit careful, Satoru. I know Naoya races dirty.” You warn, hands coming to rest on his forearms.

As Gojo starts to respond, the revving of a car interrupts him and loud cheers fill the air. Naoya parks his car at the starting line and gets out. The street lights illuminate his bare back and the unnerving tattoo that snakes around his torso. He lifts up his arms, stirring up shouts from the crowd again. You shiver at the sight of him. “Satoru, I’m not joking. He’s dangerous.”

“I know that better than anyone.” Gojo‘s look seems serious, but there’s a hint of pride laying underneath. “He likes to think he’s good. Unfortunately, no amount of daddy’s money can substitute for pure talent.” He swings his car door open and plops into the driver’s seat. He rolls down both windows and levels you with a sultry gaze. “I’m expecting a congratulatory prize after this.” he winks at you and you roll your eyes knowing exactly what he's insinuating.

“Ok hotshot, win the damn race first and then we’ll talk.” With that, Gojo whips his car around to the starting line and pulls up next to Naoya’s McLaren F1. Naoya is back in his car and sneers at Gojo through his open window.

“I hope y/n is prepared to be warming my bed tonight. Or maybe I should say my hood. She’s so irresistible, I’ll fuck her over my car as soon as I win the race. I’ll make you watch, and give you a few pointers on how to please your next woman.” Naoya takes glee in the way Gojo’s hands tighten around his wheel.

Gojo’s shades are perched low on his nose, and he glances at Naoya across his car. “All I’m thinking about is how nice she’ll look when I’m fucking her in the McLaren I’m about to win.” With that, Gojo rolls up his windows effectively shutting out any reply from Naoya. He revs his car, heating the engine and provoking Naoya at the same time.

After parting with Gojo, you had joined Sukuna and Geto where the other spectators stood on the side of the road. The roar of both engines filled your ears and your eyebrows scrunched in worry. It wasn’t that you doubted Gojo- you’d never seen him lose a race to anyone other than Sukuna- but something felt different this time. The drop in your heart must have been evident in your expression because Geto reached over and squeezed your hand. It was impossible to say anything with the combined noise of the crowd and the engines. You looked up and gave him a strained smile and then locked eyes onto Gojo’s car.

‘Please let Satoru be okay’ you think. You have no idea what was on the line, but knowing Naoya’s involvement in the yakuza you knew it had to be something valuable.

A flag girl walks between the two cars for the countdown of the race. As she waves the flag to indicate the start, the drivers accelerate causing the tires to screech against the asphalt. They both have a smooth start and tear across the road to begin the 16-kilometer circuit that’ll wind throughout Tokyo and loop back to where they started.

The dust settles and the ringing in your ears fade. “Well”, Sukuna mumbles with a cigarette stuck in between his lips “that’s as strong of a start as any. Too bad you didn’t slice one of Naoya’s tires earlier, Geto.” He pulls the cigarette away from his lips and lets out a cloud of smoke.

“Oh yeah, like that would have helped Gojo’s situation out. Pulling something like that before a race like this is asking for a bullet in the head. He’ll be fine. He always is.” Geto gives your hand another squeeze and this time you return it.

“I wish they had markers set up throughout the circuit. I don’t wanna wait till the last kilometer to see their positions.” You’re squinting, attempting to see the two cars in the distance although their silhouettes have already been swallowed by the Tokyo skyline.

“Here, I’ll narrate for you princess.” Sukuna’s gruff voice is directly in your ear as he bends down a little. “The shitty daddy’s boy is going to pull some illegal move….. hmmm probably try to crash Satoru a few times.” Your eyes widen as Sukuna continues talking, the smell of nicotine invading your nose, “Gojo’ll probably bang-up his own car in the process trying to dish it back to Naoya...maybe get himself killed and then-”

You cut Sukuna off, pushing his chest away from your body. You scowl at him. “You’re an asshole, Sukuna.”

He throws back his head and laughs with his whole body “I get that from your boyfriend y’know.”

After a while, the familiar roar of engines sounds in the distance and you feel your stomach drop as the two cars drift through the last turn. They’re pushing through the last kilometer when the crowd of people start yelling.

“He’s ahead!” You’re shouting and leaning as far into the road as you dare. Geto’s got a firm grip on your shoulder preventing you from falling into the street. You take a quick look at Geto, and his dark eyes are filled with delight.

“Not by much, but looks like he’s still gaining speed.”

“Slick bastard.” Sukuna flings his cigarette onto the street, a smirk is stretching the corner of his lips. They speed through the finish line, Gojo one car length ahead of Naoya. The crowd is going absolutely wild and rushing onto the road, hoping to get a glimpse of the action that’ll inevitably occur between the two men. You make to run to Gojo’s car when Geto’s hand suddenly pulls you back.

“Wait a bit, angel.” His tone is protective, and his grip tightens on you. “You don’t want to get into the middle of that fight. And you don’t want to be around Naoya. Ever.” He’s looking at you, deathly serious now. And as you’re scanning his features, there seems to be an ounce of fear buried underneath.

Gojo drifts his car in a half-circle and drives back near the finish line. His door flies open and he emerges from the car, one long leg stretched out after the other. His hair is running wild, and he’s got a maniacal grin set on his face. He looks back at Naoya who’s stumbling out of his car and stalking towards Gojo.

“You piece of shit, Satoru.” The words tear through Naoya’s throat, eyes set in ablaze. “What the hell did you put under that hood. There’s no way you gained that much on me in the last kilometer.”

Gojo laughs in his face, looking down at Naoya. “Like I’d ever tell you my secrets, Zenin. Now hand over my keys.” Naoya tosses them straight at Gojo’s face, but he snatches them with quick reflexes. Gojo lets out a whistle, body turned towards his new car “Mannn I’m going to enjoy the sex in this one.”

There’s pure, unadulterated malice in the look Naoya gives him. “Watch your back Satoru. Your luck will run out one of these days, and when it does I’ll personally send you to hell.”

Gojo places the new keys in the pocket of his jacket. “I’m sure you will, and if that happens I’ll drag you down with me.” Naoya sends him one last dirty look before joining his men and disappearing from the track.

“Toru!!” You’re running full speed at your boyfriend and he just manages to turn in time, before you fling yourself into his chest. “Oh my god” you’re laughing and when you look up into Gojo’s face, the lights from the street frame your features. “You totally smoked his ass. And by a whole car length too!”

Gojo chuckles alongside you “Did you forget who you’re dating? The king of fucking street racing, princess.” And with that, he grabs your wrist and tugs you to the McLaren he just won with a slight skip in his step. His boyish enthusiasm excites a round of giggles from you as you trail behind him.

You vaguely catch Geto utter “here they go again.'' Before Gojo swings you around and pushes his hips against yours. “Time to commemorate my... no our new baby” and you laugh against Satoru’s lips as he backs you up onto the hood. He slides your butt up with one firm hand on your hips and braces his other next to your face. You’re laying back fully now, Gojo’s stature is blocking out the moon and your attention is on the restless energy emanating from his body.

Gojo leans his face in closer and steals a kiss from you. It's sloppy; all the adrenaline from the race coursing through his lips. You immediately allow him access, and he greedily accepts. There’s an urgency in the way he sucks and nips at your tongue.

“Toruuu” you pull back with a whine.

“Fuck it.” He murmurs. There is a fire ablaze in his face and he roughly pulls you off the hood. “Get in the car. Time to get outta here.”

He tosses the keys of his old car to Geto. “Take it back to the shop for me, Suguru. I might’ve scraped up the paint a bit too.”

“Of course you did.” Geto gives his friend an annoyed look, but there’s no real anger in his voice.

Gojo puts the keys into the ignition, and the engine turns on with a purr. “Fuuuck, it sounds almost as sexy as you babe.”

“Gojo if you compare me to a car ever again, I’m dumping your ass and you can get yourself off with a steering wheel.” Your side-eye is sharp enough to cut, but Gojo just cackles.

“Hmmm, I’ve never tried that before. Think ya could give me a lesson before you leave though?”

“Can't believe I ever agreed to date you.” You murmur under your breath looking out the window in irritation. Despite his joking words, Gojo links your fingers and rubs soft circles against the top of your hand. He’s speeding through Tokyo now, one hand on the wheel. He seems at ease but you can tell he’s on edge still- probably antsy to get back to his apartment and fuck you into tomorrow.

He’s weaving in and out of traffic, downtown Tokyo getting closer and closer. It’s a familiar setting, Gojo in the driver’s seat, the city lights casting blues and reds across the dashboard. It’s almost enough to put you at ease, but this time the air is filled with something else. A tension that clings to Gojo’s shoulders and lays plainly across his face. It’s unlike him but you don’t comment on it, opting for caressing his hand instead.

You quickly make it to his apartment building, and Gojo swerves the car into the closest parking spot. He runs over to your side, rips open the door, and pulls you out with both hands. He’s almost pushing you to the doors of the elevator at this point.

“Slow down Satoru, we have all night.”

“That’s not enough time, it’ll never be enough.” You would’ve laughed at his childish statement if it weren’t for the last bit he mutters and your ears barely catch it. You ride up the elevator and stumble into his apartment, Gojo’s hands running all over your body. “Bedroom.” He mumbles against your neck, trailing sloppy kisses all up your jaw. “Wanna fuck you right.”

He leads you into his bedroom and tears at your shirt, ripping it over your head. He reattatches his lips to your neck and begins to suck. You’re pushing at Gojo’s shoulders trying desperately to rid him of his jacket, but the taller man is leaning his weight on you, and it’s impossible to even move. Gojo’s lips move over yours as he pushes you onto the bed. He’s hovering over you and you take the opportunity to grab at his crotch, giving it a slight squeeze. Gojo growls into your mouth, his hands tightening on the bed sheets above your head. You use the distraction to stick your tongue in his mouth, trying desperately to gain some sort of dominance. He tastes lightly of cotton candy, probably from the lollipop he was sucking on earlier.

Gojo’s breaks away, hands trail down your body. Once they reach the top of your skirt, he rids you of them and your underwear in one go. “Fucking beautiful” he whispers against the skin of your thigh. You buck your hips slightly trying to encourage him to speed up his pace.

“Please, Satoru- need you.” Your eyes slide shut as he trails his lips back up your thigh and to your stomach.

“Patience, princess.” his warm breath, makes you shiver and your hands come up to tug at his hair. Gojo obliges and brings his head back up to yours, hovering for just a second. All of a sudden he lowers his hips and simultaneously grinds once into your cunt as he kisses you.

You pull at his pants. “Satoru, I need to feel you, please.'' He leans back from your body and strips off his shirt and jeans. Your eyes are racking up the plains of his pale skin, and you reach out to his shoulders to bring him down closer. His kisses are getting sloppier and sloppier and his grinding is getting more intense. Gojo starts mumbling and lost in your pleasure you can’t make out what he’s saying. Until he lets out a particularly loud curse, and in your haze you catch one sentence.

“Fucking Naoya, I’d never let him have you.” Your entire body shivers and it’s not because of Gojo’s increased pace. You look up at him and his eyes are unfocused.

“Satoru..what.” You can barely speak, body stiffening. “What’d you mean ‘let him have me’?” Gojo stills and his eyes focus on an area above your head, a guilty expression present on his face.

At his remorseful look, it suddenly all clicks in your brain. Gojo’s antsy attitude this morning- How he never gets like that before a race. You just brushed it off as nerves from never racing Naoya before. The way he was still nervous even after the race was over, as if he was relieved. All of the tell-tale signs begin to make more sense.

“You bet me.” Your whisper grazes across Gojo’s lips and his eyes slide shut, his head hanging a little. “You told Naoya he could have me if you lost? Gojo are you kidd-“ tears start to prick at your eyes and Gojo suddenly opens his eyes as he interrupts you.

“Never.” He staring at you with a sincerity you’ve never seen him display before. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb catching a stray tear. “I’d never let him touch you. And if I had lost, I would’ve shot everyone in the Zenin yakuza starting with Naoya and his cheap dye-job.”

Something about Satoru threatening to kill one of the most powerful men in Tokyo turns you on even more. You wrap an arm around his neck and buck your hips, encouraging him to start moving again. “He’d have to chase us into the shadows before I’d ever let him lay a hand on you.” Gojo’s head is right up against your ear.

Despite his rash decision and asshole attitude that got him in the situation in the first place, you know in your heart that Satoru would never bargain you off like a piece of property. Your boyfriend is more distraught than you’ve ever seen him. Probably thinking that you’ll dump him for not telling you about the bet. You’ve been through too much together to do that though. Your heart beats wildly as you think might even love him too much. A sigh escapes your lips, forgiving him instantly and carding your fingers through his hair for reassurance “Im here Toru. You won. I’m not going anywhere.” You pull at his white locks, dragging his head to your lips. He captures them in a seething kiss.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, pulling back. “I should have told you.”

“Yea... But it doesn’t matter anymore Toru. You kicked his ass. And you looked fucking hot doing it too. ” The tension suddenly dissipates and Gojo lets out a sincere laugh.

“God, I fucking love you.” You’re shocked for a second before you push at his shoulders to switch your positions.

“What’re you doing, princess?” Gojo is admiring this new view of you above him, straddling his hips.

You lean down and with a nip at his ear lobe you whisper, “Giving you your congratulatory prize, hotshot.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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a kiss from the moon | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.

warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers

yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos

“I love you!”

You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasn’t it?

You heard your name being shouted, followed by, “Wake up!”

You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!”

“Get down here!”

You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.

“What are you going on about?” you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, I’m going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your family’s swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good – you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago – ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friend’s best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parents’ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldn’t pronounce.

Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.

“Oh my fucking God, don’t litter, you idiot!” you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs – good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented – and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your mom’s, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.

Awesome.

You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.

Good for them.

You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dad’s giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.

“It’s two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Why aren’t you at Jimin’s?” You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.

He was staring at you with his mouth open.

Charming.

He didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds.

“Alright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,” you muttered, about to turn around.

Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. “Wait, um, noona–”

“He speaks! He’s not dead.”

“A… Ah… Um…”

You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

Jungkook blurted out, “I love you.”

His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.

“Yeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Don’t get me started on the amount of times you’ve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Don’t do that this time,” you added sternly, prodding at his chest. “I’ve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.”

“Uh… that’s pajamas��?”

“Lady pajamas,” you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parents’ trash can. “Since I’m not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, it’s just a dress, not a big deal.”

“Um.”

You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadn’t seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.

Fun!

“Do you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?” you offered, waving your hands. “Maybe tell me why you’re here, yes?”

He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkook’s wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.

“I… I didn’t realize you had come back, noona.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured he’d just tell you guys then.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jimin’s house was several blocks over. “He only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.”

“…. Maybe he needs the Bible…” you muttered, shaking your head.

Then the realization hit you.

“Did you walk here from Jimin’s and straight up abandon the party?”

Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. “Yeah.”

You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasn’t purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasn’t The Matrix.

Mhm.

“Hah, well, what’s wrong? Are you upset I didn’t go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasn’t going to be any fun passed out before actually drinking–”

“Yoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.”

“In some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t go and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friend…”

“Noona, I…”

You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jimin’s pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.

“Can I take a shower and sleep it off here?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, sure. You can borrow my dad’s clothes. You should call Jimin though. You don’t want him to panic that he lost you.”

“Y… Yeah, okay…”

Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.

Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldn’t believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.

He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jimin’s bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.

And he didn’t.

He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasn’t into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didn’t have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.

And he didn’t.

He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didn’t like girly things.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t order this–”

And she laughed, shaking her head. “That’s okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!”

The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldn’t say it.

He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldn’t sit around nervously overthinking what to say.

But, of course, the problem was…

He had already said it in a platonic way.

Shit.

He really fucked himself throughout the years.

Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.

I washed your shorts and they’re hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, I’ll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.

He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.

His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“Probably at her parents’ place, confessing his love,” Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.

“Hah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,” Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.

“You think he’s gonna tell her?”

“He didn’t even tell me,” Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. “I had to find out from you. I think he’s hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? She’s fun to be around, yeah, she’s good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than that…”

“You hitting on your best friend, dude?”

“I mean, she’s kinda hot, she wouldn’t say no to me.”

Taehyung snorted.

Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.

“Anyway, he’s probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.”

Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.

He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldn’t sleep, too busy wondering.

I don’t deserve her if I’m not brave enough to say it.

“Jungkook?”

You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.

“Why are you just staring moodily out the window?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snack…”

“Noona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.

You grunted and scrunched up your face. “Stepping on a Lego?”

You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.

“Have you ever been in love, noona?”

“Yeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life,” you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.

“I love you, you know.”

Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.

“Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he added quietly.

“The worst thing I’ve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.”

Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. “What?”

You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. “For some reason he thinks the bathroom isn’t echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the sound…” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.”

“I don’t have love for you.”

You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jimin’s carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkook’s face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.

The cicadas hummed.

A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.

Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.

“Ah, jeez… what the hell…?” you groaned, slumping to the ground.

“What’s with people…?” Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.

“Fuck, I pressed the wrong button!”

“Taehyung, what the hell, turn it off!”

“I was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!”

“I don’t care what you were doing, turn it off!”

“Anyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,” you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.

“Uh… well, that was it…”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “What, that you’re in love with me?”

“Y… Yeah?”

You blinked some more.

“Not the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyung’s fridge, kind of love?”

Jungkook made a repulsed face. “I regret eating that tofu. Don’t think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little now…”

You leaned over and caught his eye.

“Do you mean the… want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?”

His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.

A delicate kiss from the moon itself.

Then you realized he was staring at your tits.

You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you in a dress, sorry, I’m being really rude–”

“It assures me that you’re at least interested in the making babies part,” you chuckled.

His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. “S… Sorry…”

“So…?”

He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. “Um… yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.”

You lowered your hand. “You’re not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyung’s elaborate ideas to mess with me, I’m going to ki–”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. “I’m not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but…” His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. “You’re Jimin’s best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if… what if you thought I was gross or something and then I don’t think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, I’m so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didn’t know what to say, nothing seemed right…”

He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.

“Also, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.”

“Can’t say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“I’d date you though. For real.”

Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. “What?”

You chuckled. “Why are you acting so surprised? I’m not going to date Jimin, blergh, I’ve known that guy since I was in preschool. I’m not dating Taehyung, I’m pretty sure he’s on a different brainwave than other human beings.”

You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.

“I don’t like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine concepts…”

“… What?”

Now it was a confused what.

“Uh, never mind,” you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. “Anyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and I’m not really that.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.”

You felt your neck heat. “Yo, don’t inflate my ego when it’s not the truth,” you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. “You’ve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.”

“It’s the truth.”

Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?

“Would you really date me?”

You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.

“Yes, I would.”

And you leaned forward and kissed him.

His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyung’s ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.

Because you were with Jungkook.

You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.

He blinked slowly, looking down at you.

“Noona…”

His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.

“Jungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when you’re wearing my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, because that’s really fucking weird.”

Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”

“You know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fated…” you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.

“I feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheel…”

“I’m so sleepy.”

“I’ll tuck you in first, but I’m going to get us some water so we don’t die tomorrow morning.”

“Ugh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.”

“Hah, fine, but you’re buying breakfast tomorrow…”

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answering a bunch of things under the read more.

No, sorry, I know of the game itself but am unfamiliar with the lore and the fandom.

Sorry. I’ve seen a playthrough of one of the games forever ago but it’s not really my jam.

Yeah! Back in the day, Red vs Blue was my jam. I can’t say I’m familiar with any of the newer stuff once they actually started doing their own animation, but if you want something from the original old silly universe then I would be comfortable with that. Sheila is a queen and I would fight Caboose for her.

My first experience with a Kevin Smith movie was seeing Clerks 2 in movie theaters and I did not get the hype then. I think the Jay and Silent Bob characters are fun but otherwise I am not really a fan of his work.

SAD!!!! Honestly, though, I spent so much time on Luna so sad to see what happened to it. A lot of great works were lost. I will forever miss you strangely sexually-charged Valtiel fic. F

I’m genuinely not sure if this was meant to be a request or if you were just telling me in general about the tall dark and handsome dudes in the Gargoyles cartoon but you’re right. Lowkey had a crush on Goliath.

Hey anon! Glad you’re enjoying the blog and sorry for any issues you might have experienced. Honestly, it is impossible for me to say whether the request sent or not because, whether you meant two days or two weeks, I get multiple requests so without any further details there’s no real way of me knowing which one is yours. Still, if you’re nervous it didn’t get through for any reason, you are more than welcome to resend it. If I got the original then there is no problem and I can just delete one of the duplicates.

I haven’t watched or seen it, so as of now I would not write for it. However, it looks interesting enough so I might try watching it sometime in the future. If I like it then I could potentially write for it in the future.

Not really anymore. Trippin’ Balls was in its peak back when I was still writing on Lunaescence and I hadn’t even heard of Tumblr. I’d take requests from people in the reviews and so on. But now that I have a Tumblr and requests are open in general it feels kind of silly to continue taking requests for that specific old series when you can just ask me to write for anyone right here. Though this did remind me that I had a piece on the Ginyu Force that I never uploaded to AO3 (I think I posted it somewhere on this blog but for whatever reason never uploaded it to the actual story on AO3) so I will do that and make it the final update.

You are so motherfuckin real for this 😎✊ Theo fuckers unite!!!!

I am so fuckin sorry fam because I know the pain of being in a small fandom that is desperate for content but I have literally never heard of this in my life. I hope one day an artist you really admire starts posting stuff for you to enjoy 🙏

I’m gonna be real with you, I have never watched a Nintendo Direct in my life. I did hear about them finally announcing the sequel to Breath of the Wild though and if Sidon is in it I will never shut up about it.

Doctor Who is already on my list of series I don’t write for. I have a feeling if I had a normal exposure to Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I would enjoy it, however, the only times I ever caught it on TV the absolute worst/darkest episodes were on. One was an episode where Buffy was in a psych ward because they were doing a whole thing where her life as a vampire slayer was all in her head or some shit. And the other episode I saw had a vampire that ate skin and he would skin his victims alive and I remember him using his sharp nail to cut a slice of skin off his victim and it fucked me up. So, yeah, I never wanted to watch Buffy atter that lol. So no Buffy either.

Eh, probably not. I mean, I watched the first season on Netflix and I enjoyed it but it also didn’t stick with me enough for me to remember anyone’s names. So unless another season releases where it is easily accessible for me to watch it and I am SUPER into it then probably not anytime soon.

You are so real for this. Like, Borderlands is a very dated series but I genuinely enjoyed playing 1 and 2 a couple years ago and I love Claptrap. I felt so bad when no one else came to his party. I will always go to Claptrap’s parties. he is my homie.

I never heard of this and when I went to look it up I was expecting some kind of animated movie or something but it was literally a movie starring Tom Hanks?????? Like, I’m not shocked that you are recommending it as a good movie I was just genuinely so shocked to have a movie with a big star like him completely slip under my radar.

Nah, sorry. I vaguely remember this show running on adult swim for a small amount of time but I never watched it.

Yeah, I mean, I still write stuff for Dragon Ball and Piccolo. I never stopped. It’s just what people are requesting. You are more than welcome to send a Piccolo request my way. But also you guys must understand I have been so explicitly clear in the past about how I headcannon that Namekians don’t have junk so if every request I get is about Piccolo banging the reader with his big meaty cock then I am probably going to feel less inspired to write that since it is just not how I picture him.

I haven’t watched it but he seems hot as far as furries go. But I would probably have to see the movie to get the full context to understand WHY he is so hot because apparently, against all odds, this movie is really good? Or so I’ve heard.

Hard to keep track since I get new requests every day and not everything in my inbox is strictly a request but as of right now my inbox is showing about 177 messages. So, nothing too wild. But I’m also not forcing myself to answer every request if I don’t want to either so right now the numbers are constantly fluctuating and mean nothing.

To be honest, while I have fondness for the old game, I haven’t really paid attention to Overwatch since they dropped the hamster as a character and I stopped actually playing it even earlier. As far as I’m concerned, it stopped being a fun game when you could no longer have a team of all Winstons.

I used to watch it but not religiously or anything. And, honestly, I have no plans of watching it or giving it any support in the future in light of the recent news about Justin Roiland’s domestic abuse charges.

I haven’t but maybe now I will because I am digging butch dino lady.

Sorry, but no. I have browsed past it before in an fye but have never actually watched it.

Okay, so!!!! I think I have watched the first 2 seasons of the show and I would be willing to write my little pony friendship is magic. HOWEVER! No NSFW. And honestly if I write it then it would probably be a shitpost.

I did try it out a long time ago and as a whole I have a lot of mixed feelings because some of the writing is genuinely very good but frankly none of that excuses the overly sexual depictions and drawings of characters who are meant to be children and it is such a shame that this LGBT+ friendly game with some very hot buff furry characters also feels comfortable enough drawing kids with bulges in their pants.

#ask #anon #rantsinmuffin #long post #will i won’t i

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