#TO ADD - I have had this person blocked for a long time silently but the anon surge + alt popped up around 2 weeks ago outa the blue.
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Gang I need an unbiased & brutally honest opinion
is it weird to out of nowhere get spammed with anon hate about xyz person who you blocked months ago & then seeing xyz's alt (that you didn't know existed until now) out of nowhere all over your dash in the exact same time-frame?
#TO ADD - I have had this person blocked for a long time silently but the anon surge + alt popped up around 2 weeks ago outa the blue.#I've never namedropped them or even mentioned or vague posted about them or interacted with them I forgot they existed.#To my knowledge tumblr doesn't show your blocklist publicly?? So how would anyone know???#might? reply in the morning I need to collect someone elses POV outside of dms I don't want to be a cliquey - Ill still reply to dms though#Mama didn't raise a backbiter 100% will never catch me being a hater NEVER
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Day in the Office - Jennie and Rose
Jennie x Rose x Male Reader
Words: 1.697
Summary: You were in the recording studio with your two best friends Jennie and Rose. Bored, Jennie suggests you three play a game of "Never have I ever".
Jennie, Rose, Y/N
"Didn't you say, you wanted to be productive today Jen?" You ask your friend, who had just suggested to play Never have I ever.
Jennie sits over on the couch, with her feet up on the table "Well yeah, but were all have writer's block right now" she responds "And come on, we don't get to spend THAT much time together, plus we've already gotten good progress today" she pouts
"I wouldn't mind playing for a bit, as long as we continue with out actual work later" Rose chimes in from the desk. "You're not scared, are you Y/N?" the kiwi girl mocks you a little.
"What? No! I'm not scared, I just thought you two wanted to be productive, but fuck it, lets play then!" You challenge them as you get up from the chair next to rose and sit down next to Jennie "Who's starting?" You ask into the room
"I'll start" Jennie decides "Rosie, get over here" she orders Rose, who rolls over to the table. All of you put your hand up and Jennie begins the game.
"Never have I everrrr" Jennie thinks for a moment "Uhhh.. gotten a speeding ticket" You and Rose both put a finger down "You have never gotten a speeding ticket Jen?" Rose asks surprised "Of course she hasn't, she is being driven everywhere" You add, taking a shot at Jennie.
"I have driven before..." Jennie tries to defend herself "Okay, my turn" Rose continues "Never have I ever kissed a stranger" to which Jennie and yourself put down a finger "Okay, you two are teaming up on me" You exclaim
"How are we teaming up on you?" Jennie asks while laughing and looking over to Rose "You just are" You retort "Probably cause I wanted to work instead of goof around" I fake your anger "We are not goofing around, were taking a break. Just play your turn" Jennie responds
"Okay. Never have I ever sucked a dick" You grin as both girls put down a finger in shock "Okay, that's unfair" Rosie yells "What?! I'm just evening out the playing field here" you respond to her.
"Okay, next one counts double?" Jennie suggests to the group "Bring it Miss Kim" Rose replies "Never have I ever had sex" Jennie surprised the group as everyone puts down a finger "Now everyone is down to the last one" she smirks
"What happens to the loser?" Rose asks Jennie "Hmmm" she thinks for a bit "How about, the loser has to take their shirt off?" Jennie suggests into the room "Okay Jennie, I don't know if this is very professional" You try and veto the decision but get interrupted by Rose "Done!"
"Okay wait wait wait" You halt the game "This is totally unfair, since its Rose's turn now" You try your hardest to get the rule changed, with no luck "But Jennie could also lose Y/N" Rose remarks "I mean we can change it, if you want to chicken out Y/N" Jennie offers
"No No. Lets do it this way" You accept giving Rose the look to continue the game "Okay. Let me think here" Rose takes a thinker pose, as if she is solving a complex math problem "Okay, Never have I ever had sex with a woman" the kiwi girl grins widely, knowing you lost
You accept defeat and put down your last finger before realizing you were the only person to take one down "Now wait a minute, are you telling me both of you haven't done it with a girl?" You ask visibly confused "Not even with each other like once?" You add
"Ewww" both girls go in unison "Get your head out of the gutter Y/N" Jennie responds "Yeah we have barely even seen each other naked" Rose adds to Jennie's comment "He is probably just upset that he lost" Jennie chuckles to Rose
Still not believe them, you take your punishment as a man and take off your shirt, revealing a muscular physique with a six pack coming through quite visibly. As the room falls silent you see the two girls oogling at your upper body, with Jennie being able to catch herself quite fast.
"Its rude to stare Rosie" You mock Rose, who is still staring at your six pack "Let her be. Six Packs are her thing" Jennie tells you from the side "JENNIE" Rose retorts in embarrassment
"Do you want to touch it?" You offer Rose, who's embarrassment you find cute "Can I actually?" she replies, thinking you are messing with her "If its your thing" You chuckle. Rose gives you a look before getting off her chair and kneeling in front of you, carefully moving her fingers across your six pack
After a bit she looks up at you and quietly asks "C-Can I lick it?" with a big smile on her face "Umm.. I mean yeah, but you have to take your shirt off then too" You negotiate with the sweet kiwi girl
"I'll do you one better then" Rose giggles as she takes off her shirt, revealing her small breasts "Too small for a bra" She giggles as she shows off her chest "Oh wow Rosie, they look amazing" You respond before slowly moving a hand towards her chest, cupping a breast carefully
"Thanks" she responds before slowly licking over your six pack, moving further down towards your crotch. Right as she goes to unbuckle your belt Jennie interrupts the moment "Umm guys... Im still here"
Both you and Rose look over to Jennie, who is just sitting there. Your hand still cupping one of Rosie's breasts and her hand in the middle of unbuckling your belt, Jennie asks "Put a finger down, if you're about to have a threesome?"
Both you and Rose put up your hands before taking one finger down, chuckling. Jennie then moves closer to you and the two of you kiss, as Rose unbuckles your belt. You move your hips upward so Rose can pull down your pants. "Ooohh didn't know you were packing like this Y/N" Rose exclaims in awe as she sees your dick for the first time
"Save some for me Rosie" Jennie tells her as she also removes her shirt, showing off a white lacy bra. As Rose starts to slowly take in your length, your hand wanders from her breasts to Jennie's, cupping both of them as you two kiss.
You cant help but moan, as Rose continues to suck your dick. "Your mouth feels so good Rosie" you encourage the cute girl. Meanwhile Jennie takes off the rest of her clothes, not just revealing her boobs, but also that she wasn't wearing panties.
"What is it with you two and only wearing half a set of underwear" You chuckle. "Rosie doesn't need a bra and well.. I'm just a slut" Jennie answers, pressing her lips onto yours once again.
After a while Jennie breaks the kiss "Okay, my turn" she says to Rose, climbing down from the sofa as Rosie makes way between your legs. "Can I sit on your face Y/N?" Rose asks cutely before being interrupted by Jennie "I have a way better idea" she exclaims
"Y/N! Lay down on the sofa. Then Rosie can ride your face, while I ride you" Jennie suggests "And we can make out" Rose adds, while all three of you get in position.
As Rose climbs onto your face, burying it in her vagina, you can feel Jennie slowly slide down on your dick. You can feel the depth of Jennie's pussy as you grab Rose's ass to make sure the cute kiwi girl doesn't actually suffocate you.
Shortly after, the room is filled with smacking from the lips of Jennie and Rose, as they made out and the smacking of Jennie's pussy lips on your crotch as well as muffled moans from all three of you.
"Yes Y/N, just like that" Rose moans as she breaks her kiss with Jennie before going on to suck her nipples. "You feel so good inside me Y/N" Jennie compliments your dick.
"I'm close, can we switch Jen?" Rose asks in between heavy moans "Just one second baby" Jennie replies as she can feel herself reaching her climax. "JENNIEEE" Rose moans cutely, trying her best to hold her orgasm
Not shortly after that, you can feel Jennie's walls tighten as the Korean moans loudly, before getting off your dick, making space for Chaeyoung. Getting up from your face, you can finally take deep breaths again.
You see Jennie sitting on the floor next to you "That was amazing Y/N" she compliments as you Rose lowers herself onto your dick. You can feel the tight walls of Rose, as she starts to bounce up and down.
Jennie moves over to suck on Rose's nipples, earning even louder moans from her "Oh my god I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum Y/N!" Rose moans loudly as she also reaches climax.
After she came, Rose also got off and kneeled on the floor next to Jennie. With both girls looking at you, you knew exactly what they wanted. You stood up and positioned yourself in front of them, starting to stroke your dick.
Jennie and Rose look up at you "Cum on us Y/N, Cum on our pretty faces" Jennie encourages you "Please give us all of your cum Y/N" Rose joins in.
You moan as you start to shoot rope after rope on their faces, trying to give both of them an equal amount of your hot cum. After you're done, you look down to two satisfied girls covered in your cum.
"Now for the best part" Rose says, before turning to Jennie and planting some kisses on her mouth. You sit down and watch the girls make out for a bit. "This was so much fun" You exclaim after gathering your breath.
"Definitely" Jennie replies, as she swipes your cum from her cheek into her mouth and swallows it. "Im gonna get us something to clean ourselves up with" Rose says, getting up and walking out of the room.
Author's Note: If you've made it this far, thank you <3
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#blackpink imagines#blackpink smut#blackpink#blackpink x reader#male reader#jennie smut#kim jennie smut#rose smut#rose x reader#chaeyoung
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⌞ 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ⌝
DREAM RECALL your brother's best friend always seemed to have it out for you. But when he sneaks into your room one night, you start wonder if this is another one of his sick games.
wc -> 6.2k
pairings brother's best friend!taehyun x afab!reader warnings older!reader, kind of perv!taehyun, protected sex, vaginal fingering, slight edging?, tiny bit of marking (tiny tiny), taehyun refers to reader as "noona", some dom/sub dynamics, sub!taehyun + dom!reader, but they're both kind of switchy, idk how to tag it, just read heh
#serene adds ✎ @binniesbooks ahh baby I know I'm late but here's your little birthday gift!! happy belated birthday love (..◜ᴗ◝..) I originally didn't plan for it to be this long but I can never stfu when I write so I'm not very surprised heh :3 oouuu but I really like how this one turned out and I hope you will to, kisses from serene <3
The paintings on your wall rattled, the floorboards of your bedroom practically thumping in rhythm to the obnoxiously loud beat coming from your brother’s room. You tried to ignore it, pressing your headphones against your ears as you fought to block out the heavy bass. How long had it been, twenty minutes? It sure felt like three hours. — That’s it, you’d had enough.
Your blaring fists against the wooden door were barely heard, and after your third attempt, you kicked it open, causing it to slam against the wall with such force that Beomgyu finally turned around in his seat. His gaze flits between the squeaking door and your furious figure. “Sup sis?” He flashes you a small grin, leaning back in his gaming chair as he studies you expectantly.
His ignorance only fueled the fire already searing within you. “Turn that down!” You yell, trying to overpower the thunderous noise of his speaker. Your brother’s grin only widens. “What was that?” He asks, his brows knitting together in a play-pretend frown, undeniably enjoying the rise he was getting out of you. But you weren’t going to let him have it, not today.
With fast and determined strides you march over to the source of your misery. Pulling the thick cord from its component, you breathe out a small sigh of relief as the speaker falls silent. — “Oh come on, don’t be such a mood killer”, Beomgyu whines as he reaches for the cable in your hands, much to no avail as you step back.
“Yeah, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Another voice carries out from somewhere to your left. Oh great, he was here too. Your glare is redirected from your pesky brother by his desk and over to his even peskier best friend. — Sprawled on Beomgyu’s bed, Taehyun shoots you a smug smirk as he watches the way your face contorts from anger into pure rage.
There was little to be enjoyed about your brother’s best friend. And by little you mean nothing, the guy didn’t carry a single positive trait. Sometimes you thought he might’ve just been put onto this earth to serve as a plague to others. — Judging by how he made your life a living hell, you guessed it wasn’t far from it.
Taehyun would come over more than often, it was almost as if he used yours and Beomgyu’s shared apartment as an extended home. Something about his dad being a shit person and him having nowhere else to go since he dropped out of college, at least that’s what your brother said. Honestly, you couldn’t care less. What you did care about was your studies, your peace and most importantly, quiet.
You didn’t like Taehyun, you didn’t like the way he made your brother act. Sure Beomgyu was an ass most of the time, but it was manageable. Though whenever his best friend was around it was like your brother became a completely different person, an almost unrecognizable one. — Beomgyu was always the first to jump in front of Taehyun, defending his every word and action, all the while his so-called ‘best friend’ couldn’t be bothered to even lift a finger.
“He’s got a rough time at home, cut him some slack.” Your brother had practically wailed as you had forbidden his friend from ever stepping foot inside your flat again.”I don’t care Beomgyu, he’s an ass. Can’t you see how he treats me?” You huffed as you ran a hand through your hair. But your brother only shook his head, feverishly grabbing onto your arm as he begged for you to reconsider. And unfortunately you did.
“Come on, it’s only a bit of music”, Taehyun presses, propping himself up on his elbows as he tilts his head to the side ever so menacingly. You scoff in disbelief, gripping the wire tighter between your fingers. “If it’s only ‘a bit of music’ then I’m sure you’ll suffice without it.” Without waiting for them to get another word out, you turn on your heel as you storm out, not bothering to close the door behind you.
It wasn’t like your hatred toward your brother’s best friend was unbiased. There were plenty of instances in which Taehyun had effectively fucked things up for you. Just thinking about them made your blood boil all over again. — For one, there was the shower incident.
It had been a Thursday afternoon, your brother was in class but since yours had been canceled the day prior, you took some time to yourself. The apartment was silent, save for your quiet hums as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair, warm water cascading down your bare skin. — You later found out that Beomgyu, that idiot, had given him a spare key, and that’s how he got in. But unbeknownst to you on that fateful Thursday, Taehyun had let himself inside your home. For whatever reason, you had yet to be made aware of.
Not only was he an annoying piece of shit human being, he was also a fucking perv. Upon turning the shower off, your hands in your hair as you squeeze the remnants of wetness from it, you pull the curtain to the side only to let out an ear-piercing scream as you come face to face with your brother’s best friend. — Taehyun was leaning against the door frame, arms neatly folded across his chest as his gaze roamed your bare body.
“What the fuck!” You yell, immediately wrapping the drenched shower curtain around yourself as you shouted for him to get out. But he doesn’t budge, his eyes still fixed on your figure, barely shielded from his view. “Get out you freak!” Your words have little effect as Taehyun merely shifts on the spot, “I’m not a freak”, he counters, his brows drawing together in an offended frown. You scoff, “you act like one.” — He shakes his head, “a freak would like what he saw”, his eyes snap back up to your own, “I don’t.”
Your mouth falls open in bewilderment as you let out a short breath of air. “Well then that solves it, get out.” The corner of his lip twitches, and he chuckles, shaking his head but he still complies; sauntering down the hallway without the decency to even apologize.
The second incident happened not long after.
“Where the fuck is my laptop?” You had turned your room upside down in search of the device, frantically going through drawers and getting on all fours to peek under your bed. But it was nowhere to be found. — “Beomgyu I swear to god if you so much as lay a single hand on my shit– …you!” Stopping dead in your tracks, your gaze falls on Taehyun, perched on the sofa in your living room with your laptop in his hands.
He gives you a small grin, but it was impossible to not catch the mischief lingering in his eyes, “your brother said I could borrow it.” Your mouth opens and closes several times as you try to comprehend the scene before you. “Can’t you use his? — And did you fucking go in my room?” You practically seethe as you point an accusing finger toward him. But Taehyun only shrugs, his attention shifting back to the screen in front of him, “maybe.”
You have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from saying the things on your mind. It was one thing to be allowed in your home, where he had made himself more than comfortable, but it was a whole other thing to go through someone’s stuff without their knowledge, much less their permission. — And you knew for a fact that Beomgyu hadn’t allowed him to take your computer, ass or not, he had at least some sense.
When snatching the laptop back, you found that he had managed to install not one but three different viruses. It took you about a week to get rid of them all before you could resume your coursework, and after that, you made sure to hide your stuff well.
Those were only a few of the many occasions in which you had wanted to snap his neck in half. And as you flop back down against the soft mattress of your bed, discarding the cable somewhere on your floor, you let your eyes shut as you prepare for the very long day ahead.
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You spent the majority of the remaining afternoon cooped up in your room. Immersing yourself in your studies as you sought to block out any indication of Beomgyu and his friend’s presence. It proved very difficult as the pair would yell at one another, the game they played blasting through your small apartment. It seemed like disconnecting just the speaker in Beomgyu’s room served a minor threat to their antics.
Briefly you considered telling them off once more, but you realized that it would probably only add to the building headache you were already experiencing. Instead you waited them out, Taehyun was bound to leave sooner or later, right? — Wrong. By 8 pm the game was still roaring, loud as ever and you were beginning to lose your last piece of sanity.
Just as you were about to head out and get a look for yourself, there’s a knock to your door. You don’t know why you had expected it to be his best friend, but you’re relieved when Beomgyu pokes his head through the small opening. “We’re ordering pizza, you want something?” He asks and you hesitate for a moment before nodding, “sure, get me whatever.” Your brother grins before disappearing once more. — Oh well, at the very least the obnoxious sound of their game had died down.
You think about thirty minutes had passed, thirty minutes of the apartment being basked in a calm silence. It was nice, your mind finally felt clear, but the persistent ache pounding in your head had yet to subside. With lazy feet, you drag yourself from the comforts of your bed, from the safety of your room, before venturing down the hallway, aiming for the kitchen.
Your light footsteps seemed to echo off the wooden floor, every small noise making your head flare up in pain. Gripping your temple, you reach for a glass to fill, the pour of water sounded like thunder in your ears. As soon as the pizza arrived, you would head back to your room, eat, and then go straight to bed. With that gameplan in mind, you swallow the small pain killer, chugging half of your glass before setting it down on the counter.
“What’s that?”
The voice of Taehyun makes you flinch as you spin around on the spot, catching him by the entryway, a harmless smile on his face. But you knew better, you could see right through him, or so you told yourself. “Where’s Beomgyu?” You ask, clearly on edge as you study him with distrust. — Taehyun shrugs, pushing himself off the door frame as he walks over to the small kitchen island. “He went to get the food.”
“You didn’t go with him?” It was odd for the two of them to ever be seen without the other, but your brother’s best friend doesn’t seem to mind as he leans against the smooth marble. “No”, he simply states, his gaze falling on your discarded glass. — “You took something”, he then adds, his eyes flitting up to yours. Still wary of the intent behind his question, you frown. “Yeah, painkillers.” — “Why?”
His persistent probing both confused and irritated you. “I don’t think that’s got anything to do with you.” Your voice grows snarky, you know he can tell by the way his lips twitch into a small smirk. “Why the sudden apprehension? I’m just making small talk.” He sounds almost defiant as he shifts against the countertop separating you. Sure, but Taehyun had never made small talk for the two years Beomgyu had known him. In all honesty he hadn’t even bothered to learn your name until his fourth visit here.
“Cut the bullshit, there’s no point in acting coy now.” You snap, grabbing your glass as you empty the remaining water down the sink before setting it down amongst the other dirty plates, you can feel his gaze on you as you do. With your back turned on him, it’s impossible to read the expression on his face, but the smugness in his voice speaks for itself. “I’m not acting. I wanted to talk to you, noona.” Your jaw clenches at the formality, the way he drags the word out, each syllable sickly sweet on his tongue. — You often forgot the fact that Taehyun was a year younger than both you and your brother; a fact he would use to get his way with Beomgyu, but that wouldn’t work on you, not in the slightest.
“Why, so you could pester me further?” You wonder, turning back to him with a small grimace. He shakes his head, the smirk on his lips growing with each passing second. “Not at all, noona.” — Biting the inside of his cheek, he hesitates, if only for a moment, “this is the only way I could get you alone. Letting him go without me I mean.”
You were almost certain that the lines on your forehead would become permanent if the frown on your face didn’t ease up soon. “And why would you want to get me alone?” You huff, trying to hide the sheer curiosity behind your snappy voice. Taehyun leans even further across the small island, inching dangerously close to where you’re currently standing. “Isn’t it obvious?” He cocks an eyebrow, letting his head tip to the side as his eyes roam your bitter expression.
“I think you’re pretty.”
Alright, that’s it, if Beomgyu doesn’t walk through the door right now you would surely have his best friend killed. Taking a small step back, you shake your head as you try your best not to laugh at the corniness of the situation. “Your jokes have not gotten any funnier”, you mutter, moving to walk around the countertop and head back to your room. In your haste, you fail to notice the frown etching itself onto his otherwise unwavering face as he turns around to follow your figure.
It’s not until his fingers wrap around your forearm that you freeze. “Taehyun I’m serious–” Just as you’re about to tell him that you’re not in the mood for any more of his sly comments does he interrupt you. “Do you think I’m joking?” He sounds perplexed, and his eyes fervently search yours. You scoff, yanking your arm from his grasp as you fold them across your chest. “Why do you think I stayed behind? I mean, come on.”
You want to tell him that no matter what comes out of his mouth could make you change your mind, much less your opinion on him. You want to tell him that he’s an annoying piece of shit asshole that’s made your life a living hell for the past two years now, and that you don’t understand what in the world your brother sees in him. But you don’t get the chance to get as much as a word out before Taehyun slams his lips on yours.
It was sudden, and it felt forced, the way his hands grabbed either side of your face as he locked you in place, backing you up against the nearest wall in the process. Your first thought was that he kissed like a teenage boy, over the top and rough, his tongue pushing inside your mouth with little to no control as your teeth clashed together. Your second thought was, what the fuck is happening and why the fuck is he kissing me?
Your hands jerk up to his chest, your eyes wide as you let out a strangled noise of surprise. Seemingly ignorant of your stunned reaction, he continues his assault to your lips, messily pulling your bottom one between his teeth, effectively drawing a small yelp from you.
Taehyun was strong, a lot stronger than you, and it took a whole of three attempts to push him off. You’re both left panting for air, but while Taehyun looks to be in a clouded state, your face has contorted into a scowl. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You spit, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you eye him with disdain.
He swallows, opening his mouth to say something but before you can hear it, the front door is unlocked, announcing Beomgyu’s return. Your gaze flits between Taehyun’s almost alarmed expression and to the entryway. Immediately seizing your opportunity, you dart out of the kitchen and down the hallway to greet your brother.
You get there just in time to see Beomgyu kicking his shoes off, balancing three cardboard boxes in his hands. “Here, I’ll help”, you offer as you grab the pizza from his arms. He mutters out a quiet “thanks” before frowning, “what are you doing out here? I thought you’d locked yourself in your room.” — Rolling your eyes you turn back to walk down the hall again, “went to get some water”, you simply state, not waiting for him to catch up, but he does anyway, trailing behind you as he speaks, “where’s Taehyun?” Internally cringing at the mention of his name you shrug, “beats me.”
Though Taehyun was exactly where you had left him, except now he was leaning against the wall, his usual and indifferent expression plastered on his face. You head straight past him, slamming the boxes down on the kitchen island as you rummage through the cabinets for a couple of plates. “Hey man, everything okay when I was gone?” Your brother wonders to which he merely receives a small nod from his friend, his friend who had his gaze intently fixed on your figure as you moved about the kitchen.
“It’s getting kind of late”, you say as you pull a bottle of coke from the fridge, discreetly throwing a glance toward the clock on the oven. You prayed and hoped that at least one of them would catch on. Taehyun looks as if he’s about to say something, his lips slightly parted but your brother beats him to it. “Yeah you’re right, I reckon we’ll be done eating by 9.30.” Beomgyu turns to his friend with a small grin, a grin you knew all too well.
“Why don’t you stay over, Tae?”
Your mouth falls open at the proposal. The completely uncalled for and unthinkable proposal. “I’m sure Taehyun’s dad will want him home..” — “No it’s fine, he couldn’t care less where I am”, the same lips that had been kissing your own not even ten minutes ago curl into a smirk as Taehyun watches you with gleam in his eyes. “I’d be happy to stay.”
Swallowing the insults waiting on your tongue, you turn grab some glasses, intent on hiding the scowl on your face. The air was unusually thick, sure your brother was used to you and his best friend getting on each other’s nerves but there was something different lingering by the two of you today. And Beomgyu was not late to pick up on it. — “Did something happen when I was gone?” He wonders as he begins pouring soda for your small party.
Taehyun remains silent as he rests against the wall, his expression near impossible to read. “No, nothing, why would it?” You snap, going through the boxes to find your pizza. “Alright”, he mutters before pointing to the cardboard box that held your food. — Mumbling out a quiet “thanks” you take it before reaching for one of the glasses. “I’ll be eating in my room.”
As you move around the island and head for the hallway once more, you can feel Taehyun’s eyes on you one final time before he falls back into a relaxed conversation with Beomgyu. — Not until the door to your bedroom is safely shut behind you do you breathe out the tension that had built in your body. Whatever Taehyun was playing at… you wouldn’t allow yourself to get pulled into his schemes.
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You stay in your room, listening to the sounds of the TV slowly dying out as your brother and his friend got ready for bed. You had made sure to use the bathroom before them, already clad in your pajamas, you sat on your bed as you waited for the apartment to fall silent. — It might have been just past midnight, or maybe it was even nearing 1 am when your head finally hit the pillow.
But even though the flat was now being basked in an almost eerie silence, you couldn’t quiet the thoughts plaguing your mind as you tossed and turned on the mattress. Images of Taehyun flashed before your eyes, but it wasn’t the usual Taehyun, the pesky one, the snarky and mean one. It was a different Taehyun, a Taehyun you did not recognize.
You wanted to ask him why he kissed you, you wanted, no needed to hear him say that it was all a joke, a sick prank he was trying to pull. But when your mind so clearly envisions him, part of you thinks it wasn’t. “I think you’re pretty.” What a joke. Two years of pestering you and now he calls you pretty? No that settled it, it had all been a play, just another way for him to tease you. Just like he always did.
The creak of a floorboard rips you from your overanalysis of the hours prior. Your eyes snap open and you still, holding your breath as you wait for anything to indicate the presence of someone else. “It could’ve been the wind”, you told yourself, or a flicker of your imagination, it was late after all. But the rattle of your door handle is unmistakable.
You sit up, back pushed against the headboard as you watch the old wood glide open, revealing a shadow on the other side. It’s blurry, shielded by the darkness surrounding it but you can still make out Taehyun’s figure as he slinks inside your room, gently closing the door behind him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Your voice cuts like knives through the silent air, and Taehyun can thank himself lucky that Beomgyu was a heavy sleeper.
At first he doesn’t say anything, aimlessly shifting by the corner. It’s impossible to make out his expression in the dimness of the night. When he finally speaks his voice is low, not hushed, but low, lacking all sorts of menace it usually held. “I can’t sleep when he’s snoring.” — A petty excuse, there had to be more to it.
Shifting on the bed, you pull the blanket higher over your chest, suddenly becoming very aware of the thin nightgown you were wearing. “But that’s not why you’re here.” You state, this time in a less aggravated tone. You can hear him let go of a small breath, taking a step forward which illuminates half of his face as moonlight seeps through the cracks of your curtains. “No”, he breathes.
“I…” He hesitates, you catch his hands balling up into fists for a moment before relaxing again. Then he suddenly grows bold, bolder than you’d ever seen him as he takes yet another couple of steps forward. He reaches the end of your bed and you tense up, eyes narrowing down on his frame. “What do you want, Taehyun?” The doubt and suspicion in your voice is clear as day and you see his jaw clench at your accusing tone.
He runs a hand through his hair, restlessly shrugging his whole body. “Fucking hell, come on noona, don’t make me say it.” You freeze at the small formality, it still felt unreal, hearing it pass his lips so easily. Just what was going on? “If this is another one of your stupid pranks then I–”
“It’s not.” He sounds determined, almost stern. The mattress dips as he sits down, immediately scooting closer and you find yourself backing up as far as the headboard would allow you to. It’s easier to make out his features now, the way his brows drew together, how he bit onto the inside of his cheek as his eyes remained on the pillow next to you, unable to meet your gaze.
“Why did you kiss me?” You had longed to ask the question, your mind practically reeling as it awaited his response. He blinks, once, twice, three times, then he swallows. “I thought if I…If I didn’t do it then…then I might never get the chance to again.” His brows furrow even further and he sounds as if he was at war with himself. “Why, do you mean you’ve been waiting to do this?”
His once dazed gaze snaps over to you and he lets out a small scoff. “Of course I fucking have but you– your brother, he’s always around, I mean it’s impossible to get you alone and I..” He trails off, his fingers intertwining in the soft duvet as he pulls the silk into his hands, gripping it tightly. “My brother is your best friend.” You remind him, eyeing him with wary eyes as a confused frown etches its way to your face.
“I know.” He runs his free hand through his hair, seemingly a nervous habit of his. “That’s what makes it so much worse.” — “Makes what worse?” You’re beyond puzzled, trying desperately to piece together the means of his otherwise scattered words. He huffs out a sharp breath, then he grabs your wrist with the same force he had used just hours earlier when he pinned you against the wall in the kitchen. In one swift motion he moves the palm of your hand to rest flat against his crotch, the prominent bulge makes your eyes widen as you try and pull your hand away. “This”, he practically seethes, his grip unwavering as he yanks you closer.
“It’s torture, being in this house when I know that you’re just a room away.” His face is mere inches from yours and you find yourself at loss for words as you stare back at him. “I can’t even hang out with my best friend without my mind being clouded by his fucking sister.” He spits, letting your wrist go as he withdraws his hand, as if ashamed of his feelings.
“Then why do you come here? If it’s such torture”, you wonder, rubbing your sore joint between your thumb and index finger. Taehyun looks almost as if he’s about to burst into laughter as he shakes his head. “Because it’s the only way I can see you, isn’t it?” — “Hell, even now, I’m forced to sneak into your room in the middle of the night to get you alone.”
He inhales through his nose, his chest rising as he does, “don’t you understand, noona?” Your mouth parts in a thousand unspoken questions, none of which you ask. Slowly, you piece together just why he was here, why he had burst into your bedroom during the darkest hour of night, why he was so desperately sharing things you never thought you would ever hear him utter out loud
The hesitation only lasts a second, then you find yourself leaning closer, so close that your lips pressed against his. A small peck, that’s all you give him before straightening your back once more. “I think I understand.” Your soft whisper is like a warm caress to his face and without waiting another second, he pulls you back, pressing his mouth against yours with the same urgency he had hours prior.
You didn’t know what you had expected him to do, but pinning you down against the mattress of your bed was certainly far from it. His large hands cradle your face, his knees sinking into the bed either side of you as he holds you down. — It was wrong, it really was. He was your brother’s best friend, not to mention the fact that he had made your life a living hell these past two years. Were you really going to let one kiss change all of that? Taehyun’s hand caressing the bare skin of your thigh makes you think, yes. You could deal with the consequences tomorrow.
He was all over you, kissing down your jaw and neck, his hands dipping beneath your nightgown to roam your chest, squeezing your tits before moving down your sides. It was almost as if he didn’t know where to start, too caught up in the fact that the unimaginable was actually happening. — “How long have you liked me?” You’re unable to hide the teasing edge to your voice, but he doesn’t seem to catch on. “F-Fuck since I first saw you”, he groans, yanking down your panties with one harsh tug as his fingers messily circle your clit.
Letting out a moan of sheer surprise, you arch into his uncoordinated touch. “Then why did you act like such a bitch?” You question, your hands running through his dark hair before giving it a small tug, feeling him shudder against you. “H-ah, didn’t know what else to do..” He grunts, middle finger probing at your throbbing hole before pushing it in, drawing lewd sounds from you as you grip his soft locks tighter.
“Why, do you get off on making me pissed or something?” Your comment was meant as a mere sarcastic remark, but Taehyun nods against the skin of your neck. “M’jack off to you so much”, he bluntly admits, adding a second finger to your dripping cunt as he does. You scoff, bewildered at just how deep his small crush was rooted, “that’s disgusting.” He only hums against you, thumb pressing down on your clit as he nibbles on your soft flesh.
“That time in the shower”, he drawls, his lips moving up your throat, reaching your jaw before reconnecting on top of your own. “Can’t get it out of my head”, he groans into your mouth, his hard on pressing against your thigh in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure he was feeling. “I thought you said you didn't like what you saw.” — He shakes his head, “m’lied”, he mumbles before pushing his tongue inside your mouth.
“Please, let me have you, I promise I’ll be good from now on, noona.”
The thought of denying him was sweet, a way to get back for all the shit he’d caused you. But the way your cunt clenched around his fingers made you waver in your decision. Your silence makes him slow down, he pulls back to study you intently, wet lips hovering above yours. — “Fine”, you huff, propping yourself up on your elbows, “do you have a condom?” When he immediately nods as he shuffles through his pockets you wonder just how long he had been thinking about this.
He reaches for the hem of his pants but you swat his hand away, “give it here.” Gaze flitting from the small package between his fingers and your determined expression, Taehyun complies as he hands you the condom. With practiced habit, you slip a hand down his briefs, fingers wrapping around his leaking cock as you pull it from his sweats. You never thought you’d ever get to see a pretty dick, but it was the only way you could describe it. Flushed and pink, slick with precum as it throbbed in your palm, you clenched at the sight.
He lets out a small noise of pleasure as you give him a few lazy strokes, ripping the plastic packaging open with your teeth in the meantime. “You’ll be good, yeah?” Your question hardly requires an answer but Taehyun eagerly nods, emitting a small yes. The corner of your lip twitches, the sudden change in his demeanor was almost endearing. — He inhales sharply as you slide the condom on, making sure to drag out your movements as you do.
Upon settling back onto the bed, you shoot his unmoving figure an expectant look. “Well what the fuck are you waiting on?” — Blinking, he immediately springs into action as he moves to hover above you, the tip of his cock pushing against your glistening folds as he lines himself up. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, noona”, he mumbles, gently pushing himself past your tight rim with a small groan.
“Flattery won’t work on me”, you breathe, fingers reinstalling themselves in his hair as you tug his lips back onto yours. His moans vibrate on your tongue, the tip of his nose nudging your cheek as he presses himself even closer. “I mean it..” — “Shut up.” Your sharp tone makes his cock twitch inside of you and you have to bite back a sly remark. He pulls back, his heavy breath mixing with yours as he picks up a fast and rough pace. The snap of his hips makes the bed squeak beneath you, and you can only hope that Beomgyu was knocked out good in his own room.
Your hands leave his hair, fingers trailing down his chest before dipping inside the fabric of his shirt. You knew that he was fit, often catching glimpses of his toned arms whenever he’d move about; yet you couldn’t help but marvel at how his broad back felt under the tips of your fingers. — “Noona”, his voice is gruff and his arms either side of you tremble, “m’close.”
Your nails digging into the skin of his back makes him groan as his pace stutters. “I’m not”, you state, even though you felt your orgasm building in the pits of your stomach, the thought of letting him endure it for just a moment longer was satisfactory in itself. — Your hands move to his shoulders, urging him off as you flip your positions. Hesitantly he complies, leaning back against your soft pillow with a small frown, only for his face to contort into a breathless one as you slid down on his cock once more.
“Being good from now on doesn’t solve things, does it?” You drawl, moving your hips tantalizingly slow as he writhed beneath you. The new position allowed for him to sink impossibly deeper inside of you, and the stretch of his thick shaft made your jaw slack. “You’ll have to make up for all the past shit you’ve caused me, got it?” He blinks before quickly nodding, large arms finding your waist as he helps you move quicker, rougher, on top of him.
“I will”, he gasps, hips snapping up to meet yours impatiently. His eyes remained glued on the way your tits bounced with each movement, your perky nipples poking through the thin material of your gown. You felt him grow even harder, the throb of his cock matching that of your cunt, vigorously clenching down on him. He bit his lip, suppressing the sinful sounds on his tongue. “S-Shit noona.” The grip he maintained on your hips was bound to leave marks but you couldn’t find it in you to care.
One of his hands leaves your waist as he props himself up in an attempt to get closer to you. But he barely makes it halfway before you push him back down. His head hits the mattress with a small thud and he grunts in displeasure as his hand on your hip tugs you closer, making your lips part in a small whine at the wave of pleasure that shot through you. “Fuck, are you tryna wake your brother or something?” He huffs, lips curl into a menacing smirk as his thumb presses against your clit, making you shudder on top of him.
“Why, I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you?” You scoff, hands moving down his chest as your nails scrape across his skin. He doesn’t answer, his jaw clenching as he jerks up inside of you, the movement followed by a string of hushed profanities. Rolling your eyes, you lean down to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, the action has him stilling completely and he groans as he spills inside the condom, the twitch of his cock making you wince as you urged your own orgasm on.
Your fingers close around his chin, pulling his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. “You’ll be good for your noona from now on, right?” He nods, immediately letting you push your tongue inside his hot mouth. “I will, I will”, he breathes, gasping as he feels your cunt clench around his already overstimulated cock; your high searing through you like never before. You never think you’d come this hard in your entire life, and to think that it was all because of your brother’s best friend. — Your thighs ached, arms burned, but your heart was beating uncontrollably fast as you finally pulled away from the kiss, leaning back to admire Taehyun’s fucked out expression.
Fuck if only your brother knew what his best friend was up to at night. Seemingly reading your mind, Taehyun clears his throat, his now soft cock remaining inside of you as his hands caress your thigh. “You won’t tell Beomgyu about this?” — A small grin pulls at your lips and you shake your head.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him that his best friend prefers his sister.”
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You bake with him
Notes: Modern AU, Gender neutral reader, 2nd person POV, Streamer!Reader, OOC!Muichirou
Summary: You try to bake a cake while Muichirou just watches.
a/n: ohmygod y'all its the way i tried writing muichirou as he was before he got his memories back and then halfway decided to try and write him after he got his memories back and changed it but the thing is I cant write EITHER personality well SO ITS LIKE HIM BUT NOT HIM CRIES also this is like really long and written without any er proofreading so IMSOSORRY
“Hello everyone! Welcome back to ‘Can I Cook It? Yes I Can!’, a series in which I try to create all sorts of foods, ranging from a bowl of chicken soup to macarons! Today’s objective is to bake a simple one-tier cake. Oh and, we have a guest today! Everyone, do welcome my beloved, Muichirou! He’s just here to observe, haha.” Stepping to the side, you allow your audience a view of your lover. Muichirou looks at the camera before glancing down at the comments section. It became extremely active the moment you moved aside.
You were by no means the most viewed streamer, though you did have a dedicated fanbase of your own. On normal days, there would be a steady stream of comments. Occasionally, there would be a large influx of comments and views, but that only happens when you’re celebrating festivals by creating challenging foods. (The last time you tried, you ended up spending the entire next day cleaning up your kitchen.) So, it was quite surprising to see the number of viewers suddenly increase. You looked at the comments section too.
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gluedcheeks: OMG?? THATS YOUR BF ??
antidepressants98: HUHUHUH IM SUDENLY GAY
InADitch247: ahhh you two look so cute tgt!!! ><
allthingsblack: how does it feel to be gods bias?
EATINGRAMEN: @ allthingsblack right, GOD I SEE WHAT YOU DO FOR OTHERS
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The rest of the comments that followed had similar contents. You were stupefied. You were under no such impressions that Muichirou was anything less than gorgeous, but after being with him for so long, you naturally got used to it a little. Seeing the reactions of people who never had the chance to be graced by such a beauty for, you couldn’t help but a little smug and sneak a glance at your boyfriend. Surprisingly, he was already looking at you, having lost interest in the reactions of others earlier. Smiling a little, you moved back to block your audience’s view of him. Ignoring the flood of dismayed comments, you resumed your talk. “Now, let us get started! I’ll be sharing the link to recipe I’ll be following later. After last month’s baking incident, I decided to pick an easier recipe to follow today.”
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OKOKOKOKOKOK: understandable as you should
LALALALALALALA: its a surprise youre still willing to bake
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What could you and the comments possibly be talking about? Muichirou was mystified. Still, he silently watched you curiously as you grabbed the necessary ingredients and preheated the oven. Once you were done adjusting the settings on the oven and lining the baking pan with parchment paper, you moved on to the next step. You grabbed a bowl that you deemed big enough and dumped in some flour, baking powder and salt. Seeing this, Muichirou couldn’t help but blurt out “How do you know how much to add?” He did not see you measure the ingredients beforehand and the amount of each ingredient you poured in seemed questionable.
“I don’t.” Ah what a simple response, but it gave Muichirou a better idea and guess of how “last month’s baking incident” could’ve happened. He mentally prepared himself for a “today’s baking incident”. Perhaps he should’ve worn a raincoat? He wasn’t familiar with baking but he was familiar with your uncanny ability to mess things up ridiculously so. He watched with new found interest as you whisked the ingredients before moving on to turning on your stand mixer. After fumbling with the switch and buttons a little, you managed to turn on it and waited a few minutes for it to beat the butter and sugar.
Muichirou moved closer to you and looked over your shoulder. The butter and sugar now looked pale and creamy, which (to Muichirou’s surprise) matched what the recipe stated. Oh, maybe you weren’t that bad at baking? Unaware of your boyfriend’s skepticism, you continued with the next steps: adding two eggs. Now this was easy. You’ve cracked many eggs before. However, it seems that today wasn’t your day. You must’ve used too much force because the moment you tried cracking the egg apart, it burst open. The slimy egg whites and yolk now stained the front of your shirt and kitchen walls. Some of it already began to drip down your kitchen counter too. Muichirou silently concluded that you couldn’t bake.
Without hesitation, he shook his head at you, sighed, and reached over to crack both eggs for you. He then proceeded to help you wipe off the egg remains from the walls and counter. Pointing at your stained shirt, he asked, “Are you not going to change? If you don’t wash it soon, it’s going to stain forever.” You wave a hand and laughed. “Of course not, I’m too lazy. This is my streaming shirt, no matter what happens, I’ll until I’m done to wash it.” That explained why this originally-purely-white shirt had all sorts of weird patches of colours on it.
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imachicken: AHHHHH HE LEANED OVER TO HELP YOU AJHHH
xstrxnxut: that’s literally the hottest thing i’ve ever witnessed
EATINGRAMEN: HOW TO BE EGG
whywouldiknow: taking a bath with my hairdryer rn !! :D
EATINGRAMEN: HOWTOBEEGG
allthingsblack: HOWTOBEEGG
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Unlike your extremely active comments section, Muichirou decided to keep his thoughts to himself and chose to observe what else would happen.
After adding milk, oil and vanilla into the bowl (all volumes were eyeballed obviously) and mixing it, you added the entire mixture of dry flour in and beat it until all ingredients were combined. (you were supposed to add half first, beat it, then add the other half but you wanted to “save time”). You then poured the batter into the baking pan. The recipe stated that you should use a spatula to smooth out the top. You could not find yours and decided to just move on to stuffing it into the oven. The recipe stated that you had to wait a minimum of thirty minutes. No troubles arose so far, impressive! Keep up the good work!
Proud of yourself, you grinned before turning to the camera. “Haha, guess today’s baking session will be a success! I’ll now be making the cake’s frosting.” Grabbing the bowl used to beat the butter previously, you placed more butter into it and dumped some sugar in and allowed your stand mixer to beat the mixture. With a soft smile on his face, Muichirou leaned against the counter as he watched you dump more sugar (?), milk and vanilla into the bowl.
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OKOKOKOKOKOK: i didnt know frosting had salt in them
LALALALALALALA: thye don’t
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There was still a lot of time left so you decided to interact with your audience. A quick glance at your viewership left you shocked. The numbers were nearly triple of your usual viewership and it was still steadily rising! Was having a new face really that effective in gaining more viewers? Of course not, the effectiveness depended on how attractive that face was! Perhaps you should invite Muichirou to join your streams more often, it seemed your fans really liked him and were extremely interested in him.
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coconut_972: how did you guys meet????????
user4356892: how long have you guys been tgt
lovelove: YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE WHO CONFESSED FIRST
WEEVHJ: WHATS YOUR BFS SKINCARE ROUTINE
dontclickonmyname: YEAH WHAT PROCUCTS DPES HE USW
EATINGRAMEN: what kind of ritual did you perform to be so lucky
allthingsblack: none, if youre not gods fav you obv wont get someone liek that
EATINGRAMEN: 😔
allthingsblack: 😔
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Wow, you were certainly not expecting so many questions. You glanced over at your lover, silently asking if he was okay with all the attention. Muichirou simply smiled at you before answering a question at random, “Everyday, I made sure to stand on my head for three minutes while reciting the following line aloud ‘I have no doubt that even if everyone in the world opposes us we will get together because our love for each other is so great that it’s greater than the universe itself’ two hundred and ninety seven times. You have to make sure that you say it two hundred and ninety seven times within three minutes. You will definitely get your soulmate if you do this. I’m living proof.” He said all that with a nonchalant look. For a moment, you couldn’t tell whether or not he was serious. In the end, you decided not to dwell on it. After all, who cares? (Your audience certainly did. The comments section exploded with multiple users commenting that line along with the cartwheel emoji repeatedly.)
Looking through the comments, you found a question to answer. “Oh, what’s our love languages? Well, mine is all of them, HAHA. And his is probably acts of service and words of affirmation. He used to be bad with his words but he’s getting better now!” You smiled lovingly at your boyfriend and he couldn’t help but smile back. Indeed, when the two of you first met, he was cold and aloof and held great disdain for anyone who wasn’t part of his family. But slowly and surely, he warmed up to you and now, the both of you have been together for quite some time and he has learnt to express his feelings a little better.
The two of you spent quite some time together answering the questions. It was mostly you going through the comments, picking out questions out of the sea of “🤸 I have no doubt that even if everyone in the world opposes us we will get together because our love for each other is so great that it’s greater than the universe itself 🤸”. You answered most of the questions, with Muichirou occasionally chiming in to provide some tidbits about the both of you. He didn’t talk much but whenever he had something to say, it would either be to praise you or an affectionate insult (which was actually still clearly a compliment for you!!). He did not look at the camera or the screen but rather at you. He loved watching you excitedly talk about stuff.
It was a while until you saw the following comments:
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OKOKOKOKOKOK: hey how long has the cake been in there already
LALALALALALALA: HAHA I THINK AN HOUR. AT LEAST.
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Oh no, you completely forgot about the cake! Rushing to the oven, you put on your gloves before opening it, reaching into it, and pulling out the pan. It did not look like the golden brown it should be. And while the recipe stated you wait for the cake to cool before adding frosting, you decided that at the point, time did not matter. Haphazardly, you used a large spoon to scoop out the frosting and spread it on the cake.
The frosting looked very uneven no matter how many times you tried to smooth it out. Oh well, who cares? Definitely not you! Using the same spoon, you scooped out a large chunk of the cake and turned around to offer it to Muichirou. He saw how the cake looked when it came out the oven. In fact, he could still see black peeking out of the uneven layers of frosting. How could he deny you though? Resigned to his fate, he opened his mouth and ate the cake obediently. He paused after the first bite. He slowly chewed again.
You watched his reaction intently but could not tell what he was thinking. Finally, you asked, “Well?” Muichirou swallowed before answering. He smiled brightly. “Really good. In fact, you should let me finish the rest.” A beautiful bright smile blossomed on your face as you excitedly took a bite for yourself. Your blossomed smile immediately wilted. It. Was. Salty. And So. Very. Very. Burnt. Really good my foot! You had added large amounts of salt into the frosting instead of sugar and the cake tasted like charcoal (you did not know how charcoal tasted like but you were positive that this was how it must taste like)!
You couldn’t even swallow the bite and spat it out into the bin. Looks like this baking session was a fail too! How disappointing, maybe better luck next time!
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EATINGRAMEN: im so jealous he could still smile and offer praises
allthingsblack: OHMYGOD RIGHT ?? like he even tried to make sure that only he would have to suffer
OKOKOKOKOKOK: I KNEW IT IT WAS SALT NOT SUGAR
LALALALALALALA: at least today wasn’t exactly a baking incident like last time
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a/n: ill really do anything just so I can avoid revising omfg
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Lover boy.
Will Ramos x female reader.
A fluffy drabble with a clingy Will.
Tag list: @circle-with-me @malice-ov-mercy @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @witchyweeb34 (oh and since it seems that I have a problem with the tag list, could you tell me guys if it's working for you please 🥲)
From the following request from one adorable anon.
"Anyways, Will has this super adorable needy puppy energy that has me melting, and no one can convince me otherwise. So I was thinking: post tour Will, being eXtrA needy, needing cuddles and being touched 24/7, demands kisses and hugs all the time…you can make it just fluffy sweet or you can add smut too, whatever your beautiful heart and mind desires."
Decided to keep this one fluffy because it cannot hurt, let's just soothe our hearts.
I'm sorry it is quite short but just felt like writing some fluffy drabble even if I am emotionally constipated as a person. And don't have much time for myself lately so I just try to write every time I can, which is not often. I hope you'll like it nonetheless.
Don't worry you'll have some needy Will smut on the next one. 🫡
Love you.
Three months was a long time. You did not expect it to feel that unpleasant but now that you were standing in front of the arrival terminal at the airport even the seconds that passed seemed unbearable. Everything slowed down, you kept checking your phone hoping for a sign of life from Will but nothing came. The screen on the wall was displaying all the landings and his plane was discharged. He could be here at any moment but the more people passed in front of you the more your heart raced at the absence of signs from his little curly-haired head.
Anxious, you started to roam into the small room to calm your nerves down. You did not hear about any kind of accident, he was surely fine, maybe stuck at customs. Yeah, he was probably fine but your mind could not calm down until you saw a short figure burst into your direction, Will rushing to you the second he noticed you.
Not expecting him after all this wait you awkwardly opened your arms, Will settling himself between them as he hugged you tightly, lifting you in a quick motion.
-God, I missed you. He squeezed you even harder, his head losing itself in the crook of your neck.
You hugged him back, taking time to appreciate his scent that you missed so much, murmuring a quick "Me too" as you let go in his embrace.
Eventually, after some point, you tried to let go of him, the rest of the band just behind him. Still, he did not separate himself from you, his arms still strongly surrounding your waist as he hugged you from behind, swinging you from left to right, his head resting on your shoulder.
-Will, you'll have to let go of me if you want to go home one day.
You joked, half-joked actually, and you heard Austin make fun of you in the back.
-Yeah, do you guys plan to make out in the middle of the hall or can we go?
Will groaned when you started to shift in his arms, unhappily freeing you so he could go grab his bag and follow your steps.
Still, he followed you closely everywhere, his hand on your lower back as you all tried to somehow carry the bags to the car. The rest of the guys were a few steps ahead, letting you have some intimacy as they knew that Will could just bark at them for cock blocking him. Well, they weren't cock blocking anything since you guys were definitely not going to have sex now but in Will's head it was in a way.
His lips tried to kiss your temple while you walked through the airport, which was incredibly difficult but it did not make him back up. He was maybe short but he had a strong will, desperately looking for some contact with you.
You proposed to drive the guys home but they all declined, telling you that they could deal with that themselves. Giving some kind of pressing look to Will as they silently told you that he wouldn’t let it go.
So eventually each one of them got back to their house mysteriously.
Will seemed to have calmed down a bit in the car, his hand rested on your knee as you drove his tired figure back home.
But once you got to the front door of your house Will immediately attached himself back to you, lifting you off your feet as he slammed the door open, immediately throwing you on the couch with him, his head dipping again in your neck.
You sighed gently, brushing your fingers through his tangled hair. Will humming against your skin.
-Alright lover boy, are you going to let me breathe or not?
-Fuck no, I'll suffocate you.
You chuckled and he hugged you harder, his lips looking for your urgently.
The rest of the evening went the same way. Will's weight was heavy on you as his head rested on your stomach, both of you lying down. You, focusing on one of your books and Will, focusing mindlessly on his phone. He kept glaring at you every other minute, hoping for a move from you but you only continued to read, enjoying the peaceful evening as his body was heating yours. It was much better than all these lonely and cold nights you spent lately.
Getting impatient, Will moved his head to fully look at your face, his pointy chin stabbing your stomach.
-Looooove. He called dramatically to finally earn a look from you.
You smiled at him, one of your hands leaving your book to stroke his hair again, knowing how much he liked it.
-Yes? Your voice was as soft as the look you were giving him, waiting for him to continue his speech.
-Come on is the book really that great? You've been on it for hours!
You looked back to the paper between your hands, considering his sentence for a few seconds.
-Yes. Just to tease him a little you ignored his presence again, your eyes focusing on the pages in front of you as your hand abandoned his hair.
You heard him groan and it made you hide your chuckle. He was really so easy to get.
So just for a bit, you continued to read, totally ignoring Will's protests on your stomach. Well, at least you tried. But with the time he got slightly more pressing. The hands he had under your body came to grab your waist, passing through your shirt as he lifted it a little, his lips peppering kisses on your belly's skin.
Pulling you under him he finally made you look away from your book, receiving an arched brow as you were now at the same height, his face just above yours.
-Come on what is this? He pushed your book down, looking at the title. This sucks, why are you reading it?
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to conceal another smile.
-It does not suck. It's a great book, you should read some sometimes you know.
-Yeah right, I'm sure you'll be pleased when I'll ignore you for some kind of... He paused, frowning at the cover. What is it? Faerie porn again?
This time you couldn't refrain your laughter at his visibly confused and upset expression.
-It is not porn! You tried to defend yourself but it was too late, Will had made up his mind.
-It better not be because I'll be really offended. He pouted his face leaning to yours in hope for a kiss.
You only pecked at his lips, deciding that you had not played with him enough for tonight. You had missed this so much that you could treat yourself a little.
-Let me finish this chapter, alright?
He groaned at you again but settled down for a bit, his head now resting on your chest, making you raise your arms to be able to read something.
But when you thought he had given up he started to call you every few minutes. "Have you finished?", "And now?", "Still not done?", "Come on the chapter is a hundred pages or what?".
You sighed, gently hitting the top of his head with the hardcover.
-It would be faster if you just shut up.
His eyes widened and he stood up, surprising you.
-Fuck it. You're not reading this anymore.
Ripping the book from your hands he threw it on the floor in the second, making it hit the ground in a loud muffled sound.
-Nooo my page!
-Don't care, you should have been faster.
At these words he threw himself back on you, his hands finding your waist again. Lowering your gaze you stared at him while he leaned on, kissing you gently.
-You had three months to read, now the book can go to hell. I don't care.
He continued his motions, his lips lowering themselves to kiss your jaw and then your neck. Quickly your hands found their way back to his hair, as usual.
-It had kittens you know. You tilted your head back, letting him have more access to your skin.
-I don't care. He grunted in the crook of the neck and you tugged his hair.
You smiled, tucking your lower lips between your teeth.
-Who are you and what have you done to my man?
You felt him smirk as he sucked softly on your skin.
-I love you more than I love cats you know.
-Yeah sometimes I doubt that...
You both laughed and his lips came to yours again, engaging a deeper kiss than before, a smirk still plastered on his face now that he had your attention all for himself.
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YKWIM
Satori Tendou x Female!Reader
Warnings: Language, Angst, Reader was really just trying to help Tendou through some rough times and Tendou snapped at her >:(, sad Tendou
Word Count: 2.7k
Author's Note: Hi everyone! I've noticed that everyone really liked the Tendou smut I posted a couple of days ago and I've been so happy to see the reblogs and likes that its gotten! I've been recovering from being sick for the past six days and I don't know why I'm on such a Satori kick lately! He's a huge comfort character for me I feel, so I wrote SO MANY fics for him. I'll post them all and then I'll move on from posts about him, I'm sorry😭 Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this angst! Feel free to send in an ask if you have a request or even just some feedback:)
Author's note pt.2: I listened to YKWIM by Yot Club while I was writing this, so you can tell why my title is the name of the song hehe lolol. I reccommend listening to it while you read, I find that it really adds on to the atmosphere at the beginning of this :)
~Mod Shoyo
“How long has Tendou-senpai been like this?” A worried Goshiki spoke up.
Semi sighed. “Since he snapped at Y/N the other day.”
Tendou looked like a mess. His normally spiked hair was disheveled and limp. The bags under his eyes got darker. (which mostly everyone thought was impossible) His ruby eyes were puffy and bloodshot. No one knew what to do or how to help him. But Tendou didn’t want any help. He just wanted his apology to be accepted finally so he can have her back. He needed her back.
“He snapped at Y/N?” Reon queried in disbelief. “Man, I wonder what got him so riled up,”
Goshiki looked at his upperclassman with teary eyes. He’d never seen Tendou look so dejected, so depressed. Tendou was always the morale booster. He was the teammate to make everyone feel better and to lift them up. But who was going to make him feel better?
Their middle blocker had lost his smile.
Ushijima stared at Satori from the opposite side of the court. His eyes held the same monotone nature that most people assumed, but in reality, he was actually worried for his friend. Wakatoshi shifted his gaze to the left and noticed the rest of the players just staring at the guess blocker from afar. Nothing was going to change if someone didn’t at least try and help. As the player that Tendou was closest to, Ushijima took it upon himself to make the first move.
“Satori-san,” Tendou looked up, his eyes widening slightly when Ushijima stood in front of him. “You’re going to severely hurt your back if you keep slouching. You should get some rest.”
Tendou looked down at the floor and sniffled. Tears welled up in his eyes for the umpteenth time and fell onto the gym floor. Ushijima didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how Tendou liked to be comforted in times like this. Hell, he’d never thought he would ever see him like this in the first place.
“Come on Satori, let’s get you some water.” Ushijima blurted out.
Tendou walked away with the ace of Shiratorizawa, sniffling and letting his sobs rack his shoulders a bit louder now. Once they made it to the vending machine closest to the gym, Ushijima pulled out some loose coins from the pocket of his jacket and paid for water. Tendou looked at his reflection in the glass of the machine and sighed.
“I made her cry Wakatoshi-kun,” Tendou admitted. He shut his eyes tightly and let out another sob. “I made her cry.”
Ushijima remained silent. “She was just trying to help and I made her cry.” While most figured the only thing that was ever on Ushijima’s mind was volleyball, he actually was very attentive to the ones close to him. Tendou being one of them.
He knew all about Y/N. Tendou liked to talk about her a lot. She was a manager for Karasuno, Ushijima had actually seen her in person and got introduced to her when they played Karasuno in a match. Tendou was on fire that day. He was trying so hard to impress Y/N, and while Ushijima could argue that she served as a distraction for the guess blocker, she actually fueled him to play his best. Everything about Y/N brought out the best in him, and Ushiwaka knew how much she meant to his friend. He felt horrible for him.
Tendou was in a slump. That was easy for Y/N to notice the second she walked into his dorm to visit him. Her eyes softened at the sight of her boyfriend looking so glum. She dropped everything she had brought with her right next to his door and rushed over to him.
“Tori, what’s the matter love?” She cooed, sitting next to him on his bed. Tendou just stayed quiet. This was worse than she thought. “Do you need anything?”
Tendou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I need space.”
Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Sp-Space?” Did he just need a few minutes of alone time? Or did he need space away from her completely, from their relationship? Y/N tried to not let her overthinking get the best of her, but the way he phrased his answer really didn’t help that at all.
“What?” That’s all that she could muster up. Ask him to repeat himself; ask him for clarification.
An annoyed growl left Tendou’s lips and he stood up from his bed. Y/N straightened her posture and jumped at how suddenly he moved away from her.
“Space! I need you to not breathe down my neck and ask me a million questions like you always do! I need you to leave me alone so I can sort through all the shit that's going on right now!”
Y/N was shocked. She was paralyzed and found it difficult to move her limbs. “T-Tendou whatever it is, I’m here for you! You’re not alone,”
“That’s the thing, Y/N.” Using her first name rather than the million pet names he had given her always did something to her. Hearing him use it in such a vain and angry tone was enough to make tears well up in her eyes. “You can’t just let me sort these out on my own. You always have to squeeze yourself into the midst of the problem and I just want five fucking minutes where you just shut the hell up and stop asking me so many fucking questions!”
He was yelling now. His voice was echoing throughout the room, even worse, his words were echoing in her mind. Did she really annoy him that much? Pester him with so many questions that he could never think straight? Did that mean he lied to her whenever he told her how much she’s helped him work through issues?
She’d never heard him so angry before. “Tendou, why didn’t you just tell me?” He scoffed and adorned a smile on his face despite his anger.
“Because I have a million other fucking things on my plate, Y/N. God for fucks sake, are you really that stupid?" Her heart stung with that one.
"That school in France I applied to? Rejected me. I haven’t heard back from any of the safety schools, I don’t have the money even with a scholarship to make it to my culinary school, and I can’t find any jobs right now that are gonna hire me in time to make the payment! The least of my worries right now is telling you that you ask me too many questions and fucking hound me like a lap dog trying to get answers and reassurance out of me!”
Y/N burst into tears, her sniffles now joining the sounds of his anguish. She wiped at her eyes vigorously (Something she did because she hated when people watched her cry).
“Dear god, stop with the tears already.”
If looks could kill, Tendou would be gutted, sliding against the wall of his room drowning in his own blood. The tears burned as they slid down Y/N’s face. The second Satori finished his sentence, he saw her heart shatter right before his very eyes. He didn’t have the right mindset to calm down and realize what he had just done. His chest was heaving with anger, but the look on Y/N’s face was finally snapping him back to reality.
She couldn’t even bring herself to say another word. She simply stood up from his bed and went to the front of his door where she had dropped all of her things. She picked everything up off the floor and opened the door.
“I’m going home. I’ll give you your fucking space.” She choked out.
She slammed the door to his room behind her and he could hear her footsteps retreating. He sank to the floor and brought his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed into his palms. His shoulders were racking with cries. He let out harsh screams into his hands and cursed at himself for hours. He fell asleep on the floor, phone in his hand.
He was waiting for her to text him that she had made it to her house safely, but it never came.
Ushijima sighed. As the water fell into the crater at the bottom of the vending machine, his tall figure stooped down to grab it and hand it to Tendou. He popped the cap open for him and shoved it in front of his face.
“Drink this. It’ll help you calm down.”
Tendou let out a shaky sigh and took a sip from the bottle with quivering lips, even as he sipped on the drink, he was sniffling and tears were still gliding down his cheeks. The red head lowered the bottle and now just held the cold drink in his clammy hands.
“You need to apologize to Y/N.” Ushijima stated. “What you said really hurt her feelings and not apologizing is what’s keeping you like this.”
Tendou sniffled. “I can’t lose her Wakatoshi. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I- I let bad habits from my past push her away from me.”
A soft grunt left Ushijima. Tendou looked up at his best friend with a newfound respect. “Go apologize to her. That’s what will make her realize that she misses you as much as you do her.”
Ushijima went back into the gym and left Tendou by himself. The silence gave him the willpower to realize that Ushijima was right. He needed to show her that he’s been a mess ever since he made her cry and he needed to get her back.
Tendou was quickly on the next bus to Karasuno. He knew that she would be at the practice helping them. So would the entire team, but they were an obstacle he was willing to overcome to get to her. The bus hissed and the brakes squeaked as he rushed off. He dashed over to the Karasuno gym. His ears rang with the sounds of volleyballs hitting the waxed gym floor. He threw the door open and the sound alone was enough to get everyone’s attention.
Tendou bowed quickly. “I need to speak with Y/N,” He blurted out. “Please.”
Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.
“You have got a LOT of fucking nerve to show up here after what you did Satori,” Daichi scowled from across the gym.
“Coach,” Y/N bowed. “I’m so sorry for the interruption. May I be excused for just a couple minutes?”
Ukai turned and looked at Tendou. He couldn’t help but think about how much this kid looked like shit. Serves him right for being the reason Y/N showed up to practice so sad. Not even Ukai could bear to look at her looking the way she did.
“You let us know if you need some help, alright? I’ll send Noya and Tanaka out there if you need anything.”
Noya and Tanaka puffed their chests out and walked their manager over to Tendou. Once she stepped out the door, Tanaka grabbed Tendou by the collar of the black hoodie he was wearing. Noya scowled and got up in Tendou’s face.
“Listen here, if she comes in here looking half as bad as she did a couple days ago, we will beat you into a fucking pulp.” Tanaka threatened,
“Our manager means everything to us, so the second that I hear a sniffle or a tear drop hit the floor, you better count the fucking seconds you have left before we beat your ass. And that’s a promise from the whole team.” Noya growled.
Tendou cleared his throat. He had so many smart comments to say to the two second years. But right now, the only thing that mattered was that he got to talk to Y/N.
“I’m here to set things right. I know how much she means to you monster children, but she means more to me. Now fucking let go of me,”
Tanaka shoved Tendou out of his grip and watched with narrow eyes as he stepped outside with Y/N. Contrary to popular assumption, the entire Karasuno team, including the coaches, went to the windows to listen in on their manager's conversation with Tendou. It was so wrong of them, and all of them knew that, but not only did they wanna make sure Y/N was okay, they needed to hear how apologetic that cocky Shiratorizawa blocker really was.
“Paradise, I came here to tell you how sorry I am about the other night. For me to push all of that frustration and fear onto you wasn’t right of me at all and you didn’t deserve to be yelled at the way you were.” Tendou began. “The second I saw those tears fall from your eyes I knew I fucked up. I-I was just so angry and I fell back into my old habit of just pushing everyone away. Now that I have you, I understand that I can’t do that anymore.”
Y/N looked up into his bloodshot orbs. He was being so sincere, she was glad he finally realized he fucked up. But she wasn’t going to just forgive him without speaking about what was on her mind. He needed to feel like shit for what he put her through.
“Thank you for finally speaking up about it. I was waiting for you to apologize.” She admitted. “Look, I know that I can get annoying with the questions I ask, I’ll give you that. But what you need to understand is that I’m throwing everything aside in my life, EVERYTHING, just so I can find solutions to your problems. All I ever want is to help you Satori, and for you to just blow up at me and fucking tell me you need space? You can’t tell me that there wasn’t room for me to think that you wanted to break up with me.”
Tendou froze. She really thought he was breaking up with her? Maybe that’s why she was as upset as she was, and why his words stung as much as they did. She thought that he was leaving her.
“I’m glad you realized that you were wrong. And thank you for apologizing to me. But I need to know that something like this isn’t going to happen again.”
Tendou stammered. For once, there was no snarky comment, no immediate answer for what she was asking of him. The middle blocker looked down at his feet, then he met her eyes.
“I’ll communicate with you more. I should’ve told you about my schools and everything and letting it build up wasn’t good at all. I’m going to be more upfront with you even about the things I’m scared to talk about. I can’t lose you Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me; you’re my paradise.”
Her heart melted at his words. “I promise you, I will never ever make tears fall from those pretty eyes ever again. It broke my heart to see you leave so angry at me, and it hurt me even more to know that it was my fault. Please, please forgive me.”
She paused. Tears welled up in her eyes once more and Tendou’s face fell. She missed him so much and it had taken her so long to not go and find him, to grovel at his feet and apologize for leaving him the way she did.
She threw her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. He placed his head onto the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. He missed her so much.
“I missed you 'Tori,” She mumbled into his hoodie. “I’m so sorry,”
“Don’t apologize paradise, I’m just glad to have you back now. For good.”
Tendou lifted her chin up towards him and stooped down to place his lips onto hers. The slight chap on his lips meant nothing to her, she was just glad that she had her Satori back. She missed how his lips molded with hers. He missed having someone to run to when he was feeling down.
She was his everything. And he was so glad to not have lost her.
#anime#anime x reader#haikyuu!#haikyuu one shot#haikyuu drabble#haikyuu third years#x reader#female reader#fanfiction#tendou#satori tendou#tendou angst#shiratorizawa angst#ushijima#tendou x reader#satori tendou x reader#karasuno#daichi#nishinoya#tanaka#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu angst#angst#middle blocker#tendou x y/n#haikyuu x y/n
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-{Sing a song for me}-
(Daryl Dixon x Reader)
Summary; Daryl catches you singing softly to baby Judith in your cell.
Warnings; Prison era, fluff, small angst, baby fever, situationship,
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—The brown haired blue eyed man heard soft singing down the echoey cement halls in the prison. He had thought he was the only person in the cell block, while everyone was outside doing chores.
The singing had came to a stop before a baby fits up and cries. He follows the noises to a familiar cell, Y/n’s. He peeks past the off white blanket that was tide to the bars and into your well decorated cell. There you stood with Judith wrapped into your feint scarred arms.
“Stars shinin’ bright above you.” Y/n’s voice picks up again. The soft cries that left Judiths mouth silenced not long after. “Night breezes seem to whisper I love you.” You had continued to sing for her. Your arms had rocked Judith back and forth as you paced through your small cell.
You seemed too focused on Judith to notice Daryl watching you from afar. He continued to stay silent and listen to your voice as you sang ‘Dream a little dream of me’. The man thought it was nice that you decided to take care of the baby this time. He never seemed to think of you as a family person either.
“Birds singin’ in the sycamore tree.” Your sweet voice had snapped him out of his thoughts. Baby Judith had her hand wrapped tightly around your pointer finger and a smile graced your face. “Dream a little dream of me.”
You seemed to have stop your singing by the looks of how Judith was snoring. Daryl stayed in his position of watching you as you had sat down on your bed and laid the small curled up baby to sleep. “I didn’t take you to be a singer.” Daryl spoke softly, not wanting to wake up the little girl.
“Im not.” You had replied to him after you had jumped from the sudden voice. “You heard everythin’?” You had shakily asked as you picked at the rips of your jeans. You felt to embarrassed to look at him. You already didn’t feel to confident in your singing voice and you didn’t want to add Daryl to ‘Never sing in front of them’ list you have mentally saved.
“Yea, its not too bad. At least its not those happy go lucky songs Beth be singin’.” He chuckled and walks inside your cell. It had been a couple of weeks since hes been in there. The cement walls were covered in drawings of the team. One picture of your family, and some other miscellaneous stuff.
Daryl would say your cell would be the only cell he would sleep in. As it reminds him of an actual well decorated house, and it has one of his favorite people in here also. Even if he would never tell you that personally. You had awkwardly giggled back while you were thinking of a way to keep the conversation going.
“I’ve always been wanting to be a mom, Ya know.” You looked away from the redneck and turned to the sleeping beauty that was sucking on her thumb unconsciously. “I was close to being one too, but the end of the world happened and everything went on pause since then.” You continued when you didn’t hear Daryl reply back.
“You would be a great mom.” He could only say back to you. The thought of you pregnant with a child did something to him, something that he was scared if he acted on it that he would scare you. “Thank you Daryl.” You finally looked at the man and smiled. “I bet you’d be a great dad.” You watched as Daryl sat next to you on the cot, his body stiffening when Judith had shifted from all the commotion.
You almost let out a sigh of relief but it was all too soon. Judiths cries again, except this time it was louder. Your face had scrunched up as she cried loudly. You picked the girl up and rocked her around the cell in your arms. Her cries seemed to slow down to a minimum but she still was hiccuping.
“Daryl, would you be a doll an’ get a bottle o’ milk for her please.” You were still focused on Judith to notice that you called Daryl that name. He hummed in agreement as his face seemed to get slightly colorful. It didn’t take long for the man to have the bottle in hand and back at your cell door.
Your body was still swaying with Judith in your arms. “Here, let me feed ‘er.” You turned to him not thinking he was so close to you. Now you were face to face with him, his breath was fanning over yours. Leaving your cheeks to get to a pretty shade of rouge.
“Yeah, here.” You finally reply to him. You transferred the hungry child in your arms to his. Feeling the muscles in your palms flex when he holds tightly onto Judith. The two of you stared into each other eyes for more than a minute. Daryls pretty blue eyes were scanning over your face like it was trying to print it inside his brain.
Silence had taken over the room till Judith decided to bring you back down to earth. You apologized for nothing and walked out with a mumble that you were going to help Carol with something. Daryl watched as you left him in your well decorated cell. Wanting to stop you, but he makes no move to do so.
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A/N; I got the idea to write this on the bus while I was listening to all my favorite 60’s music 😻🫶
#daryl x y/n#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixion x reader#daryl dixon fluff#daryl dixion imagine#twd daryl#daryl dixon#daryl fanfiction#daryl imagines#daryl dixon 🏹🐇#Spotify
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How is your writer's block, I hope writing is easier now. Just wanted to say I was rereading a few of your works and have to say to say I love how different fem Charles and fem Oscar are from one another but both personalities make so much sense.
This is how I see them
Fem Oscar is reserved, single-minded, polite, silently ruthless. She could care less about what people think of her as all she thinks about is having the number 1.
Fem Charles in that comparison is much more calculated (not that Oscar can't be, it's just she does not have time for it in midst of crushing or dreaming about crushing the dreams of men), she uses people's love for her as another weapon, she is a planner (just like ferrari she probably has plan a to z).
Also although you haven't written fem Max I see her as someone who still has the FAFO attitude. She doesn't mind getting into fights (Also I have this headcanon that fem Max is very tall for a girl, probably like 5'9- 5'10, she absolutely towers over the men on the grid and she specifically wear heels to be even more taller because it leaves the men even more disgruntled, she loves it). she is unapologetic, probably claps back viciously at the journalist, giving the pr team headaches. In a way she is a product of the situations she faced (I sort of imagine that the 2016 grid who was not welcoming of the 17 years old Max is probably even more hostile to fem Max, also the media does not like her because she is not the woman in motorsports they wanted (someone less vicious, who pushes the boundaries only to certain extent, good but not that good).
And this ended up being an essay on fem Max lol, I guess I got all my jumbled thoughts out, although I don't know what point I was trying to make. Uhh sorry about this word vomit, now I am going to word vomit on my college assignment on Aristotle.
-😴 anon
my writer's block is... going. i started a new draft which will be the fic for a secret santa (and oh boy, both me and @starlightvelaris have signed up for that one so obviously we can't talk about it and it's fucking torture....) but i wasn't able to add anything to my previous drafts so honestly, i don't know :/
and to the other part,,, thank you sm for yapping, i will yap right back at you hehe
fem!oscar is just what you say. obsessed with winning, with being number one, not because it's winning but because it means that she is the best. she knows she's good, she knows she's one of the best, and no one can stop her from it.
fem!charles is a pr weapon. charles is already one, he knows how to play the game, how to charm people on and off camera, and as a woman that's even more important. charlie has spent her whole life building her image, hiding her ruthless side on track with a pretty smile and fooling people around her. it's her strategy, and it works, because she not only had a disadvantage when she was younger regarding money (which she was able to balance out thanks to connections) but also due to her gender.
and fem!max is just ruthless, brutally honest and doesn't hide it. she doesn't care that people hate her because their opinions don't influence her results, she has been raised as a winner and she is one. her father didn't want another daughter, he wanted a vicious racer and he raised one.
obviously, when she just joined the grid, they were really excluding her, thinking that 1. she won't stay long and is just a charity case and 2. is a woman. and sure, most drivers might now advocate for women in motorsport but max doesn't really play into the traditional image of a 'woman' so there would be at least one driver publicly shooting against her. not that she cares lmao
and the first years are definitely rough for rb pr, because max doesn't want to change and they can't force her to. when it becomes clear that she is here to stay, the hate just gets worse, actual reporters even going so far and asking insulting questions they would never dare to ask other (male) drivers. but, surprise surprise, the pandemic and the netflix documentation save her (and rb pr)
because in the end, fem!max is the definition of a gen z. zero fucks given, absolutely unapologetic and unafraid to call out bullshit. netflix tries to portray her as a villain but there are clips of max just fooling around and saying shit like "professional red bull driver? more like professional red bull drinker", showing that she has humor behind all that bite.
but still, actual media still tries to drag her through the mud, because they've been doing this for years now, but the internet? the internet loves her.
this is why i also believe that 2021 much more people would be on max's side, simply because her fanbase is much bigger and it would be generally a bigger thing. first female world champion and a world champion that just prevented from lewis hamilton to take the 8th one. dare i say iconic
#i wrote this out during my math lesson if something doesn't make sense... it just doesn't#anne talks: with anons#anne talks: with 😴 anon#girl!oscar#female max verstappen#— ˚₊‧⁺˖ match made in hell#one day.... female max will get written..... one day
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Umm....if you're comfortable including Indonesia swear words then, can i ask for the first year with a best friend who say something in Indonesia very often?
Like if they're mad losing some video games they curse loudly and mumble something in indo so they can't understand? I'll take the gado-gado if it still available!
“Dear customer, I hope you can forgive me for the long wait. The food you requested is kind of unique, but here's your [ANJIR!] gado-gado.”
ANJIR!
Character(s): Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek (aka First Year Gang)
Summary: MC speak Indonesian
Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, platonic, reader is Yuu, crack, very much self-indulgent
Note: OMG OMG ANON THIS IS SO HILARIOUS! I can't stop laughing while writing this hc; the possible chaos make me cackle like a madman 🤣🤣
The first time you spoke in Indonesian, it was an accident. You and your friends are having lunch together in the cafeteria when suddenly Grim tries to steal Ace's food. The two of them quickly started bickering so badly that the table shook. Upset your meal was interrupted, you spontaneously shouted, “KALEM, ANJING! ORANG LAGI PADA MAKAN! (CALM DOWN, (you) DOG! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EAT HERE!)” which made everyone immediately fall silent and stare at you confusedly, didn't understand what you just said.
Deuce: “W-what language was that just now?”
Grim: “Yeah, Henchuman! What language is that? I never heard it before.”
Ace: “Well, I also don't know what language they're speaking, but one thing's for sure; they're furious.”
MC: “Glad you noticed it, Ace.” *smile forcibly* “You and Grim better shut your mouth up and continue eating in peace if you still want to borrow my notes for tomorrow exam.”
Grim, Ace: “Aye, aye, Captain.”
When school is over, your friends drag you back to Ramshackle to continue questioning you about the language you used earlier in the cafeteria. After quite an interrogation, they finally found out that you're speaking Indonesian, one of the many languages from your world.
Ace: “Still sounds odd to me.”
MC: *roll their eyes* “All languages must sound odd the first time you hear them, goblok.”
Grim: “Go- what?”
MC: *grins* “It's 'goblok', Grim. You pronounce it as go-block, which means 'dumbass'.”
Ace: *chokes* “You-”
Since almost everyone has heard you use Indonesian, you then choose to use it more often in your daily life. Now, NRC students sometimes hear the magicless human, the Prefect of Ramshackle, talking using weird language they didn't know about. Some people had asked you about the meaning of your words, but you never really answered them and only said that it was 'something that's often said back in my world'.
Most people believe it and accept your answer, while the rest are sceptical but don't ask any further. But your close friends know very well that you mainly use Indonesian whenever you want to complain, gossip, or are just too excited about someone or something.
Since the first years often hang out with you, they can't help but involuntary understand some Indonesian words that you often use, such as; 'mager' means too lazy to move, 'buset/anjir' means holy crap, 'gaje' means unclear, 'kuy' means let's go, 'santuy' means chill, and many more.
Grim doesn't mind you speaking Indonesian at all as long as you keep buying him cans of tuna. And because he's practically glued to you, he's slowly starting to be able to say some Indonesian words.
Ace and Epel don't mind as well. They even sometimes ask you to teach them swear words in Indonesian so they can 'curse other people without that person knowing'.
Deuce and Jack are neutral, mostly because they don't really understand what you're talking about in Indonesian. As long as what you say isn't a dangerous curse, they don't really care what you say.
Sebek is the one who always asks the meaning of what you say; if it were good, he would let it slide and maybe even add it to his list of praises for Malleus. But if it's not, he immediately gives you a long lecture about it right on the spot.
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2023 LUNAR NEW YEAR PREDICTIONS
Pick a pile and get a reading <3
Pile one
10 of pentacles, the Moon, The Wheel of Fortune, 6 of cups.
Channelled message: Thank you for being so patient.
2022 probably was very negative/uneventful; you reflected on yourself A LOT. I see you even doing shadow work. Luckily, in 2023 the period of melancholy ends. I see you getting out of old cycles/breaking old patterns. You healed your inner child; may approach things in a different, more playful way.
You are blessed by sudden positive change; lots of good luck and you being at the right place at the right time.
I see material abundance and emotional fulfillment. Perhaps, this year you are going to spend a lot of time with people you consider family.
You may visit your childhood home and people/things from the past may comeback to you.
10 and 6 are your lucky numbers. 10 symbolizes a lucky fresh start, 6 represents restoration of peace/harmony.
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Pile two
King of swords rx, 3 of swords rx, the Emperor, the Tower.
Channelled message: Tapping into your inner rage is good for your health sometimes .
I see you quitting your job or education this year. Feels like you have an overbearing boss/professor who was not competent; perhaps the boss/professor abused their power and took advantage of you. You finally had enough and decided to walk away. The resentment has been building up for a long time, but you kept it to yourself. You tolerated their bullshit and then decided to silently resign, surprising them as they did not expect for it to happen.
They will beg for you to come back. You already made up your mind though; you left everything behind and burned this bridge forever.
I would advise you to have a good plan since quitting a job/uni can have serious consequences, however, my advice is definitely not needed. I am picking up your energy, and you are an absolute boss ass bitch. You are a strategist who thinks everything through, always five steps ahead of everyone. You are a highly intellectual, precise, and disciplined person.
Allow yourself to be more impulsive from time to time.
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Pile three
King of cups rx, the High priestess rx, queen of swords rx, 9 of cups rx, 2 of wands, the Magician, ace of swords.
Channelled message: The only difference between you and the person you envy is the level of confidence.
For now (the very beginning of a new year) your energy is blocked. You feel stuck and unmotivated. I can sense some cynicism/pessimistic outlook in life from this pile; you probably have a generally passive approach to pretty much everything.
All of it is such a shame because you genuinely have the potential to make ALL of your dreams come true. It is crazy how much power your mind holds yet you just refuse to acknowledge it.
You have to remember that you are not a TV/film character — no one will give you a sudden plot twist love interest while you barely leave your house. It is delusional to expect that life will unfold its wonders when you refuse to take action. You have to take charge of your own destiny.
Go out. Put yourself out there.
Instead of seeing yourself as a character, approach life like a screenwriter. What plot lines would you add to make your own story compelling?
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Till the End
Minho x Female reader
Word Count: 4.2K
But if the world was ending you'd come over right? You'd come over and you'd stay the night. Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant. If the world was ending you'd come over right? The sky'd be falling and I'll hold you tight and there wouldn't be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye. If the world was ending you'd come over right? Right?
Warnings: This is pretty vanilla for me so there isn't much. Strong language/cursing, Alluding to excessive drinking, unprotected piv sex (please use your brain and protection!), oral (f receiving), cream pie. I honestly think that's it (which is surprising for me!) As always if I forgot anything just let me know and I'll add it to the warnings
Minho was just getting ready to wind down. It was Friday and he was going to relax for the night after another long week at work. He was just about to put on pajamas and turn something on Netflix. Exactly what most of his weekends looked like these days ever since the two of you had split up. It had been his decision to end things. His work sent him away for long periods and every time he left it was so hard on you. You were always understanding, it was his job, you knew he had to go but he could see how it wore on you more every time he came back. He didn’t want to be one of those people that chipped away at their partner gradually until they weren’t themselves anymore, just a shell of what used to be a joyful and energetic person. You needed someone who could be more present instead of waiting around for Minho to give you the type of relationship you deserved. He couldn’t be that person.
So, he broke things off only saying that he thought it was for the best and not really elaborating beyond that. He was sure that even to you, it probably seemed cold. Most people thought he was but you were one of the few that didn’t or at least you didn’t used to. The day he left was so hard he almost couldn’t do it. You had stayed in bed the whole day while he moved his things out of your shared apartment. He had come to the door of your bedroom to say goodbye. You didn’t cry. You didn’t do anything you just laid there. As soon as he’d left you got out of the bed you had shared together and went to the couch, unable to stand laying there without him.
When Minho left, he cut off all contact. It was the only way he knew he would follow through. He deleted all his social media and blocked your number on his phone. You had tried to call one time but when you realized he had blocked your number you never tried again. Minho didn’t go out, one because he didn’t want to but also because he feared running into you, maybe even on a date. He went to work, went home, watched tv, went out of town, and then came home to nothing. Work, home, plane, nothing but as long as you were thriving, he could live, maybe not happily but he could survive.
Most nights when he sat in his apartment he thought of you, only half paying attention to what ever show he’d picked for the night, more background noise than anything, so he didn’t get totally lost in his head thinking of you. That’s what Minho was just getting ready to do, change, flop down on his couch, pick a mindless show and try to not think about how much he missed you and how he hoped you were doing okay and happy. Minho was just about to strip his shirt off and then his phone started to ring. He looked at the screen and didn’t recognize the number but it was local so he swiped to answer it.
“Hello?”
“H-hello? Minho?” It was you. You must have gotten a new phone. He was silent on the line unsure of what to say or do. Should he just hang up?
“Min? Y-You therr?” You sounded drunk and you sounded upset. He couldn’t hang up on you like that.
“Yea. Yea, I’m here Y/N. What’s up?” He could hear you shifting around moving on the other end of the phone and then a heavy breath.
“Doyouu rememer our promise to each other?” Of course he did. It was a silly promise made between two people that saw forever in each other at the time. He remembered everything about the night you both had made it.
You had watched War of the Worlds and it had scared you to death. You hated movies like that, about the end of the world. It made you feel small and powerless. You had clutched onto Minho’s arm.
“If the world were ending you’d come find me, right?” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head.
“Of course kitten.” You sat up and looked at him seriously.
“Really, I’m serious if the world was ending you’d come find me, right? I would try and find you. I would want the last bit of time I had left to be with you. I would try.” Minho’s heart had never felt so full hearing those words come from you. He kissed you, a soft kiss with a promise attached to it.
“I promise if the world is ending I won’t stop until I find you and spend my last breath with you.” You had practically thrown yourself on top of him after that, kissing him and climbing into his lap.
“I promise too Min. I promise.” You attacked his mouth again, pulling at his clothes as he tugged at yours. You had made love on the couch as the credits to the stupid movie started to roll. So much passion, so much love. The relationship was never lacking of either of those things. It just lacked Minho’s ability to give you the time you deserved to have more moments like that.
Yes, Minho definitely remembered the promise. He answered your question.
“Yes, I remember our promise Y/N.” He spoke softly not wanting to upset you further. Hoping what he was saying was soothing you and not the opposite.
“I-w-Can you come over?” Minho sighed.
“I don’t think that’s a g-” You continued to talk like he wasn’t speaking at all.
“Cause Min... Minho my world s‘ending. You’ll come over right?” You sounded like you were exhausted. His heart broke hearing you like that.
“What do you mean your world is ending Y/N?” A heavy breath and no reply.
“Y/N? What do you mean?” Nothing. Just silence.
“Y/N!? Answer me?!” He looked at the phone it was still connected to your call.
“Y/N!!!” Minho jumped up panicked that perhaps you had done something to yourself. He grabbed his shoes and fought getting them on his feet as he ran to his car in the parking garage. He had you on speaker phone, the call still connected and you still wouldn’t answer him. He raced to the old apartment you used to share with his heart in his throat. He parked like an absolute asshole not caring at that moment, just trying to get to you as quickly as possible. He ran up the stairs to your floor, kicked over the flower pot, and grabbed the spare key he’d told your forever ago to stop hiding there.
When he walked into the apartment he was a little shocked. It was a mess. Blankets and pillows piled on the couch. Clearly where you had been doing the majority, if not all of your sleeping. There was a thin layer of dust on the tv and shelves and a few discarded books around the table by the couch. He called out your name and heard a groan. He walked further into the apartment, through the living room and into the kitchen where he found you on the floor.
“Y/N?! Jesus Christ are you okay?!” He knelt down and turned you over so he could make sure you were breathing. You were thank God. Minho stood up to grab a rag to wet and wipe your face off, try and cool you down but there were no clean rags and the sink was full of dishes. He managed to find some paper towel and ran to wet it in the bathroom quickly. He came back and crouched by you again. He propped you up in his arms a bit and started running the cool paper towel over your forehead. You started coming to.
“Hey, hey can you hear me? Y/N?” You nodded lazily.
“Icn-hear you Minnie.” Minho let out a heavy sigh at the use of the nick name but also relieved to hear you at least somewhat answer him.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” He sounded ao sad and worried. You curled up closer to him trying to absorb as much of his warmth and smell as possible.
“Dyou rememer the time we went out with our frins and got sdrunk when we got home we stumled through the door all lovr each other and only got asfar as the kinchin before we couldn’t wait any longer to...” You trailed off looking up at him sitting there on that same floor with you now. You grabbed his face and kissed him. You did it so quickly he didn’t realize it was happening at first but he pulled away immediately.
“No Y/N don’t. You’re drunk. I need to get you to bed.” You shook your head.
“Yes Minho take me to bed.” He knew what you meant but there was no way in hell he would ever sleep with you, under any circumstance, when you were as completely wasted as you were now. He got you to your bed and laid down. You tried to pull him into the bed with you.
“No I already told you Y/N you’re drunk, stop.” You started to get teary eyed.
“Will you lay with me til I fall sleep? Please I can’t sleepa lone in our bed.” Minho debated if that was a good idea but decided it would probably be easier to get you to go to sleep if he just did it. He walked around the bed and climbed in on his old side. You rolled over and hugged his arm and nuzzled close. He pulled his arm free and you started to protest but then he put it around you and pulled you close. You rested in the crook of his arm and your eyes started to get heavy. He thought you were just about asleep when you spoke softly.
“Made you not love me anymore.” He looked down at you.
"What Y/N?" Tears were gathering at the corners of your eyes but they were closed.
"Made you not love me. Why?" Then it was clear to Minho that you were talking in your sleep. He kissed the top of your head.
“You never made me stop loving you, I’ve never stopped loving you kitten. I’m sorry that’s what you thought.” Once Minho was sure you were deep asleep he got up and covered you up. He went and straightened up the living room collecting the blankets to wash and placing all your books back onto the shelves. Then he tackled the dishes and the kitchen. Minho went through room to room and made sure everything was dusted and all the dishes and clothes were gathered for washing. Thinking about the decision he’d made and how maybe it wasn’t the right one after all.
At about 3am he was putting the last load in the dryer. Minho went back into your room. He looked over and checked on you. You were resting peacefully it seemed. He put a bottle of water and Tylenol on your nightstand and then sat on the floor and leaned against the dresser next to your side of the bed and watched you sleeping. He didn’t even realize it when he started falling asleep himself.
When you woke up your head was killing you. You wished you didn’t know why but you did. You had done what you did every weekend when you didn’t have work to distract you. The last thing you remembered was racing to the bottom of a fifth of tequila trying to forget about Minho, about the pain.
You rolled over so you could get some water and brush your teeth to get the tequila taste out of your mouth. That’s when you saw Minho curled up on the floor on your side of the bed, asleep. Your heart instantly broke again like it had every day since he had left. You looked over and saw the bottle of water and pills. You drank some and took two of the Tylenol then you swallowed the pain down and tried to keep yourself together as you grabbed Minho’s shoulder and gently shook him. He woke up a bit startled and then saw you looking down at him. You were definitely sober now. You looked very confused and upset to see him there, although he could tell you were trying to hide it.
“Minho what are you doing here?” He assumed you had blacked out so he wasn’t surprised you didn’t remember anything.
“Uh you called me at about eleven last night. You sounded upset.” You cringed. Upset you were certain was code for trashed in this case.
“You had mentioned our promise and I was worried about you so I came to check on you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You shook your head and acted like he hadn’t just seen you shitfaced drunk in your apartment that was completely trashed because you hadn’t cared to clean anything since he left.
“Oh God no, yea, no, I’m fine it was just a bad day. I’m sorry I made you worry. I’m sure that’s not how you wanted to spend your Friday night. Sorry if I made you feel guilty or obligated to come, I hope I didn’t interrupt any of your plans.” Minho frowned a little, his face still puffy from sleep, or lack thereof more like it.
“No you didn’t. I just had to make sure you were okay Y/N.” You nodded and did your best to fake it, smile through the crushing torment having him there was causing.
“Yeah! Oh I’m good. Psh, like I said just a bad day.” Minho gave you a doubtful look.
“Y/N-” His tone, you couldn’t. You got up quickly and walked out of the room. You had to get away. You couldn’t stay in your old room with him any longer and you needed more space between the two of you. You could feel Minho was getting up to follow you. You ducked into the bathroom to get away. You got washed up and your teeth brushed. When you came out you didn’t see Minho, you had hoped he had just left. You didn’t want any more good byes with him.
You walked to the kitchen to grab a can of iced coffee out of your fridge. When you walked in you were surprised to see it clean, dishes done and put away and then Minho walked in behind you and you stopped. You looked at him and then quickly looked away. Since everything was clean you started making coffee instead of grabbing a can, trying to busy yourself so you didn’t have to look him in the face. It was too hard.
“You didn’t have to clean Minho.” He walked over next to you and you wished he wouldn’t. Why did he have to come closer. He was like fire, the closer he was the more it hurt.
“Y/N look at me.” You shook your head and fought the tears that were battling their way to the surface. He made you turn to him and you looked at the floor as you tried acting like you weren’t dying inside that very second having him near you, touching you.
“Thank you for coming to check on me and for cleaning up. I’m sorry for worrying you. You don’t have to waste anymore of your time dealing with me. I’m sorry, I swear I won’t bother you again. You’re good to go.” You were trying to give him an easy out. You were trying to let him go because that was what he had convinced you he wanted. Minho put a finger under your chin and tilted your head up. The tears that had collected while you were looking down fell but you still refused to look at him glancing to the side instead.
“Y/N I have made a terrible mistake.” You wiped your eyes, took a step back away from Minho and put your mask back on.
“No no don’t, you don’t have to... look I’m okay really,” You started making the coffee again.
“As long as you’re happy Min I'm good. Seriously.”
“But I’m not. I’m miserable without you.” You looked at him absolutely shocked to hear that. You had always thought he’d fallen out of love with you but didn’t want to hurt you by saying it so he’d just ended things and left.
“Then w-why did you go Minho?” Your voice shook and he ran his hands through his hair frustrated with himself.
“I thought you would be better off. I saw how hard me being gone was on you. Every time I came back from a trip you were so tired and I didn’t want to keep wearing you down. I felt like you deserved someone that could give you more of those special moments, like when we made our promise about the end of the world. You needed someone that could give you hundreds of those special moments. I thought you would be happier.” You stopped making the coffee again and turned to look at him confused, angry.
“You thought I would be HAPPIER?! BETTER?! What you saw last night, does it look like I’m either of those things Minho?! Cause that’s my life when I’m not working now. Drunk, sad, ALONE!” You were so angry. Why hadn’t he just talked to you?
“I was always tired when you got home because of my job. I overworked myself while you were gone so that when you were home, I got to spend all my spare time with you and not at my job. I don’t need a hundred of those special moments. Then they aren’t special. Our moments were special because they didn’t get to happen all the time and because they were with you Minho. Anything I got was enough as long as it was with you.” You no longer bothered trying to hold back the tears. Minho clearly saw how stupid he’d been. That he’d left because of his own insecurities and didn’t even bother to discuss it with you, causing you so much confusion and pain. He just wanted you to know that he did love you, that he never stopped. He grabbed you by the face and kissed you and you pushed him away and beat your fists against his chest crying.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?! What you put me through!” You stopped and buried your face against him as he wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry baby. Please give me a chance to fix things. Please!” You wrapped your arms around Minho’s neck and kissed him as tears still streaked your face.
“Until the end of the world Minho, I will always love you.” You kissed him as if it would never be enough, your fingers running through his hair pulling him closer.
“Promise, me Min. Promise you’ll stay, please stay.” Minho shook his head as he feverishly kissed you in return.
“I do I promise I’ll never leave you again. I love you Y/N.” You pulled at Minho’s shirt and he broke the kiss long enough for you to remove it over his head before claiming your lips again.
“I need you Min please.” You both made your way towards your bedroom. Hands stripping clothes off on the way, lips and teeth marking, claiming skin that had always belonged the other. You were both naked by the time you had made it to the bed. You crawled back and Minho climbed over you. His lips trailed down your neck and chest. When he got to your breasts, he squeezed them together and swirled his tongue around one of your nipples before gently sucking on it. He flattened his tongue and licked the other nipple before sucking it between his red swollen lips too.
“Minho.” His name came out a breath as he placed wet, open mouth kisses down your tummy towards your aching core. He ran his fingers up and down your thighs looking up at you asking to claim you with his eyes.
“Please Minho don’t stop.” He placed kisses up each of your thighs before spreading you open and running his tongue through your folds. He latched onto your clit and groaned at the taste of you, sending vibrations through your cunt.
“Yes, Min oh god. Yes, just like that.” He sucked and licked at your clit as you raked your finger nails over his scalp and moaned his name out like a chant. He added two fingers, sliding them inside you, gently pushing them deeper and curling them as he continued to consume you. You could feel the buildup, it was coming on quickly.
“Don’t stop! I’m g-FUCK! Gonna cum Minho!” He didn’t, he continued his rhythm pushing you further into your orgasm.
“I’m oh my god I’m coming Minho. Yes, fuck, yes! Oh god!” Minho gave you gentle licks, slowly pushing pumping his fingers in and out of you, easing you through your climax and as you came back down he placed tender kisses trailing up your body. When his lips made contact with yours again you held his face and you nuzzled your nose against the tip of his, something you did a lot after he made you cum. You nibbled at his lips making him laugh, you were giving him all your tells that you’d just had an amazing orgasm.
“Was it that good kitten?” He smirked and cocked his eyebrow at you. You laughed and smacked him.
“Not the time to get cocky sir.” You grabbed his achingly hard erection firmly and his eyes closed and his breath hitched in his throat. He smiled at you and kissed you again, taking your breath away just like every time he kissed you. You lined his cock up with your entrance and looked at him pushing his hair away from his face.
“Min, I love you, please take me, make me yours.” Minho pushed the tip in and slowly sank into your dripping center. He bottomed out inside of you and gave you time to adjust to his size in you. He placed tender kisses on your cheeks and lips before looking into your eyes.
“I love you too Y/N so much. I love you.” He pulled out and pushed back into you reveling in the feeling of your plush walls surrounding his cock.
“God you feel amazing baby, so warm and wet. You’re taking me so well kitten.” He picked up his rhythm pushing deeper into you.
“You do too Minho, feel so good inside me, I missed you so much. It feels so good.” He grunted and thrusted harder and you moaned out louder.
“Ah there she is.” He propped himself over you and started snapping his hips into yours.
“Oh fuck, yes fuck Min-Minho right there God yes you make me feel so good baby! You’re so good! Don’t stop.” He was sweating, drilling himself into you harder and faster pursuing both of your climaxes.
“I’m close kitten I’m so close. Cum with me gorgeous.” His fingers danced across his slick tongue and then his hand slid between you and he started rubbing your clit as he continued to attack that delicious spot inside you with his cock.
“Cum with me baby, cum with me.” You didn’t need to be told again. Minho pushed you over the edge with another thrust and you came moaning his name out.
“Minhoooo fuck fuck, cum inside me, cum for me Min!” He groaned out, the sound made your toes curl as he fucked you through your peak and spilling his load inside you.
“Oh my god Y/N oh god yes take it beautiful. Fuck I'm coming, FUCK!” Minho shook and shuddered through the remnants of his orgasm before collapsing next to you on the bed. You both laid there splayed out trying to catch your breath. You sighed and looked over at Minho.
“We should probably get cleaned up we have a lot to do today.” Minho looked confused. He’d had no plans that he knew of. He had hoped plans now included fucking, sleeping, and eating on and off all day to make up for lost time.
“I know it’s the weekend but I want to get a jump on figuring out how we can break your lease, find movers and pick a day for them to get your stuff.” Minho looked at the ceiling and laughed. Here he was still trying to catch his breath post nut and you were already planning lease agreements and movers.
“Just like that huh?” He said smirking at you. You shook your head matter of factly.
“Yep, just like that. Why what were you thinking?” He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you from behind and buried his face in your neck, kissing and nipping your sweet spots.
“I was thinking maybe we start that on Monday and stay in today. Pretend like the world is ending tomorrow and never leave the bed.” His lips and bunny teeth trailed down your neck and shoulder and you giggled and sighed, happy to pretend the world was ending everyday with Minho for the rest of your life.
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Good morning I had a dream that for some reason, Fazbear decided to give Roxy therapy. She never spoke during their sessions except to insult the therapist, but the therapist felt like they were finally making progress when shit happened and Roxy shut down all conversation. What happened? I think it was the team going and dying to the Mimic but it could have been something else it was only mentioned after a time skip.
Weirdly though, the therapist assumed she'd gone silent again because of an altercation with Freddy. So they called Freddy and Monty in (maybe Chica too) and tried to convince Freddy to stick around for a session with Roxy who isn't there at the moment. Freddy was just pissed off that he's being expected to apologise for shit he hasn't done and Monty was there trying to convince him that it's not that bad what's his problem man
EXCEPT Roxy has left. She fucked off. Left the Plex and is now wandering the outside world. The others are in a panic looking for her, and find her standing outside of a hospital. I think it was a children's one specifically but I don't remember. She'd been entertaining a lil bit but she's just kinda silently stood there with a blanket around her and a hot chocolate looking at it. For some reason when they're trying to talk to her, Chica says she knows why she came here and it's because she thinks she's better off dead, which is when my brain quickly adds a morgue to this location lmao anyway
Roxy leaves them again cause she doesn't want to talk. She explores on her own, finding Foxy, an old friend presumably from the last times she's snuck out. She cries, happy to see him and he tells her everything is gonna be okay while he hugs her, then takes her back to this tall tree building. She asks to stay with him and he's hesitant cause where he lives is some kind of... I guess a strip club? Kind of? Wasn't graphic or anything but my brain supplied that sex happens there and that's why she wouldn't want to stay. Vaguely saw poles for dancers but it's literally inside a cool tree thing so it was super out of place. Also Tails from Sonic is there with Balloon Boy. This place has the aesthetic of a rainforest cafe btw.
They go up onto the roof where some turtle looking guy that's really long acts as the spiral staircase or slide I guess for the building is talking to them. They ask if she wants to hang out and ride the stair/slide thing down to the ground floor and she cries cause she doesn't want to stay here. The turtle also gets sad cause he likes when they play on the slide that makes up it's body I guess.
The manager joins them and is talking like she's going to stay, goes to grab her tail I think and she fuckin' bails. Foxy goes with her, but a clay looking Bonnie (like from the JRs games but a bit bigger than Foxy) chases after them. Foxy isn't sure he wants to leave his friends but does in order to protect Roxy, and leads Bonnie away from her.
He leads him into a small, cluttered, basement storage place that's kind of like a cavern, with a chain link fence blocking off an underground river with giant, plush Bonnie's that are groaning as if they're alive and all look dead on the rocks. Bonnie catches him but is like. On the floor or something in an almost Family Guy deathpose way for some reason and Foxy convinces him to let go so he can leave. He runs after Roxy, feeling guilty for what he's done and what he's leaving behind and catches up to her with Balloon Boy here now I guess. Roxy cries again for some reason and then I woke up
The Plex she left also didn't look like the Plex at all btw. I switched between Roxy's POV, a third person POV while Freddy and Monty were with the therapist, back to Roxy's POV and then Foxy's when he lures Bonnie away. I don't remember all the reasons Roxy was crying, I think she was internally wanting to go home but just not saying it but then just never went home. And Freddy was comically angry for some reason???
Oh and Roxy was swapped for Blaze the Cat for a bit of the conversation with the club manager, but then was swapped back to Roxy again after. I think this was third person POV and the manager pinched her leg? And it kicked off from there? I said grabbing her tail cause he might have been but I don't remember. Aside from that one action, he was a decent sounding guy though. Then he just did that and I lost all care for him lmao
Anyway. That was fun. A wild situation!
#pop rox talks#god imagine fazbear giving roxy an ACTUAL therapist#like wow i wouldn't have expected that lmao#foxy in a fucking strip club playing on a turtle themed slide with tails and balloon boy...#like oh yeah that's soooo sexy lmao djdjdjd#can you tell I'm ace as hell#my brain set it up as a club but it also wanted it to be cool and interesting to me i guess#so it ended up like that somehow ndjdjdk#anyway that's my fun dream for today!!#also they tried to calm freddy down with peanut butter and he refused it#monty just got a spoon and ate it himself as he was trying to call freddy down#for some reason i dunno man#weird#i LOVE dreams with a plot though#they're very fun#especially when i get to be the cahracters#I've had some amazing dream plots ngl#this one's a bit odd but hey whatever it's fun#BDJDBDIS WAIT A SEC#OH MY GOD CHICA REALLY LOOKED AT ROXY STARING FORLORNLY AT A CHILDRENS HOSPITAL#AND IMMEDIATELY SAID SHE WAS SUICIDAL???? WHAT????? HELLO?????#thats not the right word#she said EXACTLY 'I know why you came here. You feel like you're better off dead.'#like WHAT????#BITCH SHE'S AT A HOSPITAL THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A HOSPITAL#WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT#YOU FORCED MY BRAIN TO STAPLE A SHITTY LOOKING MORGUE ONTO THE BACK OF A PRETTY WHITE AND RAINBOW BUIDLING#WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?????#HUH????????#maybe she doesn't know colour theory...
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Quack Pack Incorrect Quotes
@salvepersone this is for you cuz i literally liked all of your quack pack posts 💀💀 (this is, like, ONLY the triplets cuz i forgot to add donald to some of them sorry)
Dewey: You're pathetic!
Huey: You're pathetic-er!
Louie: You're both losers.
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Louie: I am strong! I beat Huey at arm wrestling!
Dewey: Anyone can beat Hueson at arm wrestling!
Huey: Hey-
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Louie: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?
Huey: The final boss.
Dewey: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right?
Louie: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!
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Dewey: *looks at Louie*
Dewey: Baby boy. Baby.
Dewey: *looks at Huey*
Dewey: Evil.
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Louie, watching power lines fall down: Huey, Dewey! The town is exploding and it's very pretty!
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Dewey: Louie just insisted Huey and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by his clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real him and which is the imposter.
Dewey: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.
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Louie: Wow! Dewey made you cry?
Huey, tearing up: Yes, and he said some really mean things that are only partly true.
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Dewey: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?
Huey: Why? It was important.
Dewey: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".
Huey, shrugging: The people need to know.
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Huey: Go ahead, Louie. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.
Dewey: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.
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Huey: Nice rock.
Louie: Thanks, Dewey gave it to me.
Dewey: I threw it at you!
Louie: Isn’t he the sweetest?
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Louie, to Dewey: Why is Huey not talking?
Dewey: I'm playing the silent game with him.
Louie: Well, then you just lost.
Dewey: I lost two hours ago. I gave him ear plugs and told him to close his eyes. It was the only way I could think of to get him to shut up.
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Huey, in a jail cell: What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!
Dewey: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.
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Huey: Dewey! This soup is flaccid!
Dewey: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!
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Dewey: We need a plan to beat them.
Huey: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.
Dewey:
Huey: Judge me all you want, I get results.
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Dewey walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Huey, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.
Huey, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)
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Louie: What happened?!
Huey: Do you want the long version or the short version?
Louie: Sh-short??
Huey: Shit's fucked.
Louie: Okay, long.
Huey: Shit's very fucked.
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Louie: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!
Huey: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss.
Louie, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!
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Dewey: I know one person who finds me funny!
Louie: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself!
Dewey: Okay then I'm out.
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Huey: Hey Dewey?
Dewey: Yeah?
Huey: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?
Dewey:
Dewey: ...What.
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Louie: Anything else?
Dewey: Yeah. Stay away from me!
Louie: Alright. See you in the room we share.
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Dewey: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.
Huey: "If"
Louie: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.
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Dewey: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery!
Huey: This unmitigated poppycock?
Louie: Extravagant hogwash!
Dewey: Okay, stop.
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Dewey: Your smug self-assuredness is revolting.
Huey: I think we need to validate self confidence more, lest you end up angry at others for having even a sliver of it. I've done nothing wrong and I have a heart of gold.
Louie: I think this message is extremely valid, but also Huey has implied wanting to set off the Yellowstone supervolcano, so what's the truth?
Huey: I want to set it off.
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Dewey: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.
Huey: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?
Louie: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.
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Huey: Dewey is forbidden from monologuing.
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Huey: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?
Dewey: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.
#huey duck#dewey duck#louie duck#quack pack#ducktales#duck family#the boys!!#i love them!!#incorrect quotes#all the little nicknames they have for each other#they love each other#so much!!
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when i tell you i’m courier six: may brainrot i am MAY brainrot!! more info on her!! (still not the main post on her…i have an entire google document on her with all her stats, backstory and a journal of her journey as i play the game as her)
in the meantime, here’s an OC chart of her (template provided by @vault81 <3)
yeah, par for the course.
some tidbits on this chart i’d like to explain:
of course i blocked out her real name. call me marjorie, but it adds to her mystique…and the fact that no one in the mojave, too, is none the wiser her real name isn’t May Bells? yeah i’m into that. the only person who has an idea is Boone, and that’s because they’re around each other 24/7—enough for him to notice the dogtag around her own neck that’s visible when she sleeps has strange symbols on it (his 3 INT can’t quite reach the fact that it’s mandarin) and he’s pretty sure they all don’t translate into something as short as May Bells.
may also has this strange flirtation going on with the strong, hot-headed women of the NCR: colonel cassandra moore, whose compliments seem…loaded, and corporal betsy, who never misses the opportunity to flirt unabashedly with may (who can never respond, despite usually being quick to reply with a dry or scathing quip). what can she say? she’s got a type. something about tough-around-the-edges soldiers with baggage to carry…oop.
of course boone doesn’t appreciate that. it’s first recon on first recon beef for this less-than-verbally-charming courier who will pick her nose if she knows there’s a booger in it
on that note: her 3 CHR stat and 28 Speech is so fun for me. i usually play as couriers with silver tongues, and may is, at the end of the day, underneath her combat prowess and big brain…just a nerd. just look at that big, fat 9 INT. she knows her way around terminals, science, how a plasma rifle works and how to jury rig that shit. she’s basically a few training modules away from being a certified trauma surgeon. she literally does math problems in pre-War textbooks to destress. she’s also convincing when she needs to be so long as the conversation involves reason and logic. but when she gets flirted with? nope. this girl will NOT respond with anything else than a silent, burning red face or roll of the eyes, depending on how much she likes you.
this aspect is so funny. really. i’m so used to the smooth talkers that i just up and use the failed speech checks for dialogue because i can see may saying them with her rifle in hand, her trigger finger itchy because where her words fail her bullets don’t. (“i came here…for uh…yeah, fuck it, you’re going to die.”)
her tag skills are medicine, science, and unarmed. this surprises no one.
this girl LOVES her sarcasm. growing up in an environment where you had to be kind, calm, and submissive, the freedom to just be a jack shit asshole with your words was a promising proposition may took without a second thought the moment she was in shady sands.
still, when she doesn’t need to talk, she won’t talk. she prefers the company of books, and later in the story, when she grows closer to boone and the rest, she still retains her fondness for silence—she bonds with others by being silent together.
while she might seem like an average grizzled merc with her mask and the scars and bullets around her body, not to mention her terrifying presence perk, she’s actually quite forgiving. it ties into her natural tendency towards compassion, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it; hell, remember her father, who murdered almost all of his entire family? may remains conflicted about that, and despite his abuse of her and her siblings, there are times where she remembers him fondly and often honors his memory alongside the other deceased members of her family.
it’s her recognition of the complexity of these relationships and how they tie in together that make her more empathetic of the people in the mojave. she knows everyone around her’s got their own burdens; if they’re not doing anything to actively shit on you, why add to that, right?
may spends a lot of her time thinking. she’s always pensive, always wondering, thoughts swirling around in her head, the entire opposite of head empty. may head full. too full. always full.
also, yes, she’s superstitious. somewhat, as i indicate, because she’s not above dismissing some Shi rites she deems irrelevant entirely—but some centered around karma and the value of the soul, she upholds. an example is, again, her effort to respect the dead civilians she encounters in travel. a broc flower here, a silent prayer there. if no repose is to be found in this life, it was the least she could do to at least wish for them to find it in the next one.
MAY BELLS i love you…my nerdy, awkward, sarcastic little courier six…playing fnv as you is the highlight of a very difficult week <//3
also if she was exposed to modern music, she’d probably love my chemical romance, fall out boy, green day and the smashing pumpkins. you can already imagine what kind of person she’d be…that emo-punk eyeliner phase LMFAO
so…one more song for the road, one i know may would have as a favorite.
#fallout#fallout new vegas boone#fallout new vegas#fnv#fallout boone#craig boone#colonel cassandra moore#corporal betsy#courier six#fnv boone#fnv corporal betsy#hello miss cancer venus how goes your bleeding heart today#may as alice guo when ulysses confronts her: i dont remember 🤓#fallout courier six#Spotify
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Calm During the Storm
Word count: 1.5K
Summary: December of 2011 and Barb, Ian and Alice have just arrived and are staying over Christmas. Nica is already struggling with the pressure from her sister until her niece knocks on her door that night.
Notes: I was in another one of my 'mourning Alice' phases and remembered the headcannon I had come up with before. Long story short I thought about that headcannon for a long time and ended up with this idea. I also really liked the idea on expanding on Nica's past a little and trying to add a bit more to Daniel's character since we know basically NOTHING about him.
Tags: @streets-in-paradise @losersclubisms
It hadn’t even been a day and Nica was already exhausted. Between Barb's constant critiques and making sure Sarah was still doing alright without letting said sister know, she was truly starting to understand where the analogy of spinning multiple plates came from. She had already come to terms with the fact that it was going to be a long three weeks. It’s not that she wasn’t happy to see her sister, of course she was, unfortunately her sister never seemed as happy to see her.
Nica often prided herself on being able to read people, to understand how they are feeling and pick up on what she can do to make them feel better. Growing up with her mother it had essentially developed into a 6th sense for her, yet it seemed she could never perfect it for Barb. No matter what she did to make things right for her sister, there was always something wrong; if her mom wanted to cook it was reckless of her to leave her unsupervised yet, if she helped Sarah she was controlling and overbearing. If she stayed in she was lazy and needed to do something with her life but if she went out she was selfish for leaving Sarah home alone when it made her uncomfortable and of course, the classic ‘you need to let mom take care of you, you can’t manage on your own’.
Nica loved her sister, there was never any doubt about that but in her mind she just wished that things could be the same as when they were kids every once in a while, before Barb was so focused on finding faults.
Sarah had insisted on cooking that night, she had wanted to make the first dinner for her family after they had all arrived. Naturally, Nica had joined her in the kitchen, insisting on being the one to cut up the ingredients, Sarah was doing much better but Nica was still wary of her zoning out on occasion. She was happy to see her mom motivated to do things again, she had been eagerly awaiting it since she started painting again the week before. October and November had always been the hardest time of year for Sarah and the sisters had learnt that from a very young age, Nica was used to quiet birthdays because of that. Sarah always did her best and Nica understood that, no matter how bad Sarah was feeling, no matter how often she was zoning out she made sure that Nica got gifts and a cake on her birthday. But the zoning out had been bad this year, there being days where Nica had to stay sat with her mother to make sure she ate, waking up each night to her mother’s screams from her nightmares. The fact that Barb and the rest of the family hadn’t been able to make it for her birthday this year certainly didn’t help, hence why they were there so early for Christmas.
The dinner went as well as could be expected overall, nothing burnt, nothing broken, a silent apology from Ian for every passive aggressive comment from Barb and of course, Alice being as cheerful as ever.
There was a flash of light from outside, as the storm continued. Nica was honestly grateful for it, she welcomed the sound of the rain and the thunder, if she focused on it enough she could use it to block out Barb’s comments that were constantly replaying in her mind. Nica had just changed and was more than ready to get into bed when she heard a knock on her door.
“Yeah?” she called out to the person on the other side of the door and watched it slowly open before she was met with the hesitant eyes of her 6 year old niece. Alice looked at Nica as she made an expression of mock confusion before speaking, “I could have sworn I read a bedtime story to a girl that looked just like you a couple of hours ago…” Alice’s face broke out into a small grin that Nica quickly mirrored. “Come here, you.” she spoke softly, holding her arms out for a hug. Alice quickly closed the door before rushing over to Nica, climbing into her lap and returning the hug.
“Bad dream?” Nica spoke again as Alice shuffled back slightly to see her face before giving a small shake of her head.
“I couldn’t get to sleep.” She responded in a small voice, “I don’t like the storm.” Nica continued to hold her niece, her thumb gently stroking the arm her hand was resting on as she gave Alice another smile.
“I see, is it the lightning? Does it scare you?” The little girl shook her head again.
“No, the thunder. I don’t like the loud-” She was cut off by another loud clap of thunder and instantly snuggled further into her aunt's chest. Nica tightened her arms around the girl in response, she knew how this went, it was hardly the first time.
“It’ll be alright,” She whispered into her hair, “How about a sleepover, yeah?” Her niece’s response was instant, leaning back to meet her aunt’s eyes with an enormous grin on her face before getting up and running over to Nica’s bed. Nica let out a soft chuckle before wheeling herself over to one side of her bed, Alice having already burrowed under the covers on the other side.
Once Nica had settled on the other side of the bed she heard Alice's voice once again, "Auntie Nica?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Does the storm make you scared?" Instantly Nica knew where this conversation was going, she had overheard Barb arguing with Ian about it multiple times.
"Not really, I quite like listening to it. But it can make me a bit nervous at times."
"Why does it do that?"
"Boring grown up things, the storm can cut the power sometimes and then Grandma and I have to get it fixed."
"Oh," Alice's face fell a little, "Mommy says I'm too big to sleep in with her and Daddy when there's a storm but it's scary on my own."
"Well, good thing this is a sleepover then." Nica took another breath, "You know, your Mommy and I used to be scared of storms too."
"You did?" Nica gave a nod at her niece’s look of wonder, "When you were my age?"
"About the same, your Mommy was definitely older than you otherwise I wouldn't be able to remember it. Do you know what we did?"
Alice shook her head with a curious smile as she pulled her Teddy closer to her.
"We would count the time between the lightning and the thunder, there's less time between it the closer the storm gets and after that the storm will pass."
"Really?"
"Mm hmm, do you want to try it?"
"Yeah."
Over the next ten minutes the two spent the time counting quietly after each lightning flash as Nica watched Alice's eyes begin to close.
"Goodnight, Sweetie." Nica whispered as she drew the covers over her niece’s shoulder.
"Can you make Grandpa's carousel spin?" She asked through a yawn.
Nica exhaled through her nose and let out a smile before turning over to reach for the object on her bedside table. It was a small antique looking thing with a forest green top and golden patterns decorating the edges, a dark wooden base and three small white horses that moved around to a tune whenever the key at the back was wound. Alice adored it ever since she was a baby just the same as Nica, it was one of her most prized possessions.
It was a gift her father had bought before she was born, he had given in and taken Barb on a trip to the toy store on the condition of a one toy limit. Whilst that condition appeared to be met, when the two were in line to pay, Daniel had spotted the carousel and ultimately decided that with the baby on the way, it would only be fair to buy something for them too and little Barb had agreed instantly. Daniel had been killed only a few days later and despite laughing at his enthusiastic insistence when he had first returned with Barb, Sarah ended up clinging to the thing like a lifeline. After Nica was born it turned out the tune the carousel played was the easiest way to settle her as a baby and still brought her an enormous amount of comfort to this day. Nica was happy that it seemed to comfort Alice in the same way.
She carefully reached out and wound the key before settling back down as the tune began and she watched the 3 horses start to move. Soon she could sense herself starting to drift off and turned again to see Alice already fast asleep. She let her eyes begin to droop closed with a small smile on her lips as she focused on the faint twinkling tune, revelling in the familiar feeling of calm it brought her.
#chucky#child's play#curse of chucky#nica pierce#alice pierce#barbara pierce#ian chucky#sarah pierce#daniel pierce#chucky fanfiction
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I feel like I'm complaining a lot about my mom this week but it's been a specific breed of week that makes interacting with her difficult...
That said I kinda wanna make a Stardew Valley mod called "Stardew Valley but you live with MY Mom"
Functionally it would just be an npc of my mom living in your house and if you talk to her she drains 15 energy off of you. But if you DON'T talk to her everyday then each day the energy drain is double. If you don't talk to her and let it hit 100 then you'll wake up the next day and she'll be blocking your door so you can't leave the house unless you speak to her, but this triggers an unskippable event where you have to listen to her tell her whole life story and why it's the worst life possible and why she hates her life and there's so much dialogue that if you button spam it'll still take like 6-10 minutes irl to get past all the text. When the event ends you'll be outside your house, it's 1:00am, you lost 100 energy, and you have 1 hour to try and salvage watering your plants and harvesting anything and tending your animals. This event has a Higher chance to just trigger anyway if it's a holiday/festival day (forcing you to miss the festival if you don't reset the day) or if it's the birthday of someone in town (making it harder to give them a gift). The next day though she'll give you an amazingly helpful mod-custom breakfast item even if you don't have a kitchen. The food item may or may not mean the difference between a world record speed run or not.
As well as the above, if you have 5+ hearts with any NPCs, her daily complaint dialogue might be about them and if it is, along with draining the energy points you lose points with that person, because it's hard to stay friends with someone when the person you live with never stops talking negatively about them. (+10 friend points for hanging out, -15 for everytime you have to hear mom complain about them, that kinda mood)
When you add a new animal to the farm she will go out and tend/pet all of your animals (dog/cat included) for 2 days after, so you can theoretically keep her distracted for 2 days at a time, but selling an animal triggers an event that greatly lowers moms exp/hearts. (Her dialogue will change to always be complaining about what you named the most recent animal). In this state interacting only loses 5 points daily.
Mom only has 3 heart events. The first one she tries to join the aerobics class that's held at Caroline and Pierre's house. You catch her leaving the shop and tells you how badly it went, she tells you all the negative opinions everyone has about her as if she can read their minds and throws in her own negative opinions of everyone else before going home saying she will not be coming back. This is the only time you ever see her off your farm property. Caroline exits and asks where mom ran off to, having only nice things to say and how the others found her stories interesting, that she's a very talented woman and would love for her to come back next week.
The Second event happens as your mom is sick for the day. It's mostly similar to the event if she catches you at the door where she hates her life on the farm and wishes she never left the city and how you had a great job in you Joja cubicle. You do get a potential dialogue option to tell her that she used to say she hated the city and your Joja job and wanted to move to the country onto a farm, but if you choose that option she has an adverse reaction it it guarantees 100% that she will meet you at the door the next day, so you can only silently nod and agree to avoid that. Moving her to stardew valley, and her unhappiness, is officially your fault now.
The third event has you head into town and encounter Harvey, who mentions he was talking a walk near your farm and happened to meet your mom at the mailbox having scared her with his unexpected presence. They had gotten to talking and he mentions her odd behavior for how long you've lived in the town. You have 3 dialogue choices where you can confide in Harvey
-Mom had a stroke a few years back, but refuses to acknowledge the side effects.
-Mom was diagnosed with depression she refuses to acknowledge.
-Mom is suspected to possibly be bipolar but refuses to acknowledge it.
No matter what you choose Harvey will sympathize that it must both be hard to live with mom, but also very hard to BE my mom and says if you or Mom ever want to talk to any medical professionals to just call his clinic and he will get you hooked up.
There is never a follow up to this event and life continues on unchanged.
It's not all bad and toxic tho. If you talk to Mom anytime aside from her events and the initial daily drain she has lots of nice things to say, and seemingly is happy sometimes, bringing up ideas for crafting and hobbies she's like to pursue. She can be given gifts and even ones she hates she will accept politely. Inside she's a kind caring considerate person who thinks of others first... but you have to go out of your way to find that dialogue.
I think that would be a very balanced mod that, although adds more negatives than positives would give a rough idea of my day to day living on a hobby farm (something that's been my childhood goal) with my mom sort of making it more mentally taxing than it has to be...
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