#and miss piggy looking stunning as always

[sleepysnk]

a/n: i really wanted to write something for hanma because i missed him a lot </3 so i hope you guys enjoy this!! i felt like something fluffy would work with him this time, so <3.

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: some brief angst, fluff leading to smut, mentions of violence (not towards reader), established relationship, mentions of food, brief jealousy mentions, nsfw, vanilla sex, use of pet names (baby, babydoll, doll), light choking if you squint, breeding kink, creampie, after care, fluffy hanma.

synopsis: you and hanma had been together for two years. he never thought in a million years that you would both last this long, so he wanted to do something special for you on your special day. you deserved the world, and he was going to be the one to give you it. he had many ideas in mind, but the main one was showing you how much he loved you.

his always and forever ft. hanma shuji

Hanma Shuji was truly blessed to have someone like you in his life. Let alone having you as his girlfriend.

Today was your two year anniversary. It was a date that was imprinted on his brain from the moment you said yes to being his. He was so thrilled to have such a great woman in his life. You were like an angel sent from heaven itself to bless him with your love. You made him such a happier man, and your presence as a whole came at such a difficult moment in his life. In a way, he could say that you saved him from doing the worst to himself or even others.

Hanma had done plenty of bad things in his life. He had fought men who had a debt to the gang he was in, he often drank until his vision was completely blurred, and he even severed ties with family that tried their best to do good for him. He was truly lost before you came. He spent his days wandering his large apartment without a single person to occupy it with him. It was lonely and he despised that feeling more than he would like to admit. He desired someone to share his place with and have someone to come home to every night. Sure, he had hooked up with plenty of women beforehand. Some of them were great and even potential candidates for that lifestyle, but the others were only into him for a cash grab and that was it. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be with a woman who only saw him as a piggy bank for whatever shopping spree they wanted to go on. Hanma wanted peace and one person he could rely on, but at the time, he knew that wouldn’t happen. He was a thug, a criminal, no one would want a man like him.

But then, everything changed the day he came across you.

Hanma had a very long day. He was exhausted with all he had to do, so he decided to make a stop at a cafe he had visited many times before. It was sort of busy for a late afternoon day, but that never really provoked the man that much. He paid for his coffee and waited patiently behind a few people. He became distracted by his cell phone because Kisaki had been in his messages for some reason asking about a recent incident that took place. Hanma was about to respond, but when piping hot coffee began to scald his chest that message was discarded.

He looked up, feeling furious about what had just gone down. However, those feelings had disappeared when he made eye contact with you. You were standing there with a very apologetic facial expression. The coffee you once held in your right hand was now splattered onto the floor, and some of it had gotten into Hanma’s plain white shirt. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and you wanted to melt into the floor with how shitty you felt. He was a complete stranger, an intimidating one at that. He was taller than you by a few inches, and he honestly had a scary look in his eye that would send any man or woman running for their lives.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there! Oh, god.. let me help clean you up..”

Hanma was stunned at your beauty. He wasn’t even angry about his suit anymore. All his brain was fixated on was you and how your fingertips felt rubbing the thin napkins against his chest and his abdomen. You looked like you were about to burst into tears from how afraid you looked. He began to feel guilty for shooting you such a glare, because you genuinely seemed very sorry for such actions. 

“No worries.. thank you for your help, doll.”

When the pet name slipped from his lips you froze on the spot. Someone as attractive as him was calling you that? It felt almost hard to believe at the time, but you were instantly relieved to hear that he wasn’t angry with you over the accident you created. Hanma honestly began to feel bad for you, though. Your coffee was spilled all over the tiled floor, and many people were still staring at the two of you with these wide eyes that bored into both of your heads. He often hated attention like that. Some people just didn’t know how to mind their own business nowadays. It was a small mistake. It wasn’t like you had a breakdown in the middle of the cafe and threw your coffee at him.

“Let me buy you a new coffee..”

“What? N-No! That was my fault-“

“Doll, it’s fine. I have nowhere else to be and all I need is your order.”

To be honest, you hesitated at such a gesture from the mysterious man. Neither of you knew each other, but he was being so kind to you yet you almost burned his skin with the beverage you swore you were holding onto with all your strength. However, you agreed and gave him your coffee order. He simply went to the barista and paid for it, but you were a bit confused why he was taking so long to come back. You wondered about his motives, but when he grabbed his own coffee and waved as he passed you, you felt disappointed. You thought that maybe you would spark a conversation with him, but alas, that didn’t seem very likely.

Once your coffee was done, you walked past several customers and grabbed it off of the counter. Though, the cup wasn’t blank, and there was something written on the side of it.

“Call me sometime <3 let me buy you an actual drink- Hanma Shuji.”

That’s how your romance had blossomed to what it was today. Hanma wasn’t expecting you to call him that night after the whole incident at the cafe, but he was relieved to hear your voice. The two of you chatted all night about anything that came about in the conversation. Although you didn’t reach very personal levels, Hanma was very interested in knowing things about you. He asked about what you did for a living, if you had any siblings, what kind of food you liked, etc. Talking to you made him so happy and he was so excited to hear that you wanted to go on a date with him at some point. Hearing those words made sunlight shine into his heart, clearing the storm clouds that had surrounded it for such a long time. He knew moving at such a pace could result in some negative reactions, but you seemed different. He was well aware that it sounded cliché of him to say such a thing, but it was how he felt about you. He couldn’t deny that one bit.

Weeks turned to months and eventually two years later you were both still together.

You had zero regrets about saying yes to Hanma all those years ago. He treated you like a princess and spoiled you rotten with whatever you wanted. He was a bit reluctant to let you in at first, considering he had been abandoned many times before by different women, but you assured him that you were sticking around for the long run no matter what. You got to see the real Hanma Shuji, and it was honestly beautiful. He may have had some flaws, but you did too. You were both able to work through those things and be patient with one another. There may have been a few rough days and some fights, but even through that you both fell in love with each other. 

You were able to change Hanma for the better. He was so happy to have found you, and being by your side benefited him in so many ways. He couldn’t ever imagine himself being with another woman besides you. He was fully convinced that he had found his soulmate.

He couldn’t believe that two years had passed. He had so many things planned for the two of you that day, and he couldn’t wait to get started with you by his side. 

The morning began with Hanma making you some delicious breakfast in bed. He was not the greatest cook, but living on his own for almost ten years taught him a lot about cooking and having to rely on home meals rather than ordering take out from the nearest restaurant. He made you some eggs and some really fluffy pancakes with your favorite fruit on top. It was adorable and waking up to the aroma of food made you so happy. The breakfast was delicious and Hanma’s heart warmed when he saw your pretty smile flash when you began to eat your pancakes. He knew they were a favorite of yours. Sometimes you’d only eat his, nobody else’s. It made him feel proud as your boyfriend that he was able to make you happy with his food. 

“Happy Anniversary, babydoll. I love you..”

In the afternoon, he took you out for lunch. He even took you out shopping afterwards to splurge on whatever you wanted. It was adorable to see you walking around the many stores with different items in your hands. You often told Hanma that you didn’t need his money to make you happy, but he insisted that you use it. He made more than enough for all the bills to be paid, so it was no problem at all if he wanted to spoil you for a bit. Despite that, you rarely ever spent more than you needed. You did live a rather comfortable lifestyle, but there was that side of you that wanted to consider Hanma’s feelings as well. 

Once you both arrived home, Hanma was excited to make dinner for you both. There was a toss up between going out and eating at another restaurant somewhere downtown, but you told him you were fine with whatever he wanted to do. He took it upon himself to learn a new recipe for you. He worried he would totally light the kitchen on fire if he wasn’t careful with what he was doing, but it had all gone completely smoothly and he was proud of himself. You were also quite surprised to see that he had been successful in making your supper. Hanma hadn’t always been a fan of working in the kitchen, so seeing him do such a great job made you so happy. The food also smelled divine. Your mouth was watering the second you sat down at the table to eat it. Hanma was a bit worried that you may not like it or you would have a negative reaction to his cooking, but much to his surprise, your face lit up with happiness when the flavors reached your tongue. It was so great. Pride swelled inside his chest when you started smiling at him and looking at him with love in your eyes.

“This is so good, baby! You really outdid yourself with this!”

God, it was like he was falling in love with you all over again.

The feelings Hanma had for you were so overwhelming he could almost break down and cry from how intense it was. He never imagined he would be cooking a meal for a woman he had been dating for two years. He didn’t think the day would ever come that you would move in with him and sleep beside him in the same bed every single night. He felt so lucky to have found someone as great as you even though he had been surrounded with darkness for so long. You helped him escape and surrounded him with such light that the abyss he was once in seemed to be a forgotten memory. 

After dinner was finished, you both retired to your bedroom where Hanma found himself wanting to give you one more anniversary present. 

Himself.

Hanma was hovering above your naked body. His cock was splitting your cunt apart with every rut of his hips. You two had been at it for quite a bit. He had kept up with quite a slow and tender pace. Hanma told himself he wasn’t going to rush such an intimate moment with you on a day like that. He had plenty of time with you to make it nasty and rough, but right now, all he was focusing on was you. Your pretty voice called for him and made his cock twitch. He had sex with you many times prior to this moment, but you never failed to amaze him with your angelic beauty. Your delicate skin, gorgeous face, there was so much to love about you. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of your form that was taking him so well. He could make love to you like that all day if he really wanted to. There was nothing to get bored of.

Your nails clawed into the skin of his shoulders. Marks covered his flesh, but he didn’t bat a single eye at that. You were in utter bliss underneath your boyfriend. He never failed to make you feel good. Hanma knew your body better than anybody else and he made you feel so much ecstasy. “Ah..! Hanma! So good..” you made eye contact with the man above you. Your eyes were somewhat blurry from the pleasure that he allowed to ripple through your body.

Hanma was sweating. A few strands of his dual colored hair clung to his forehead from the moisture that had collected itself on his skin. He loved whenever his name slipped off your tongue like he was a prayer. Hanma couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his features when he heard your whines for him. You were so beautiful and good for him. You deserved all the pleasure that was coming to you tonight. “Yeah, keep sayin’ my name, baby. Fuck.. I love you so much..” he placed his hand around the base of your throat, holding you in place so he could stare at your pretty face while he thrusted up into you. 

You let your jaw fall slack as the euphoria you felt increased with every movement. He reached spots inside of your pussy that made you see stars within your vision. Hanma couldn’t believe that a whole stupid coffee incident allowed him to meet someone like you. He always imagined that he would reach the end of his life alone without a single person to share himself with, but having you completely changed that outlook for him. Your presence alone lit up his life and allowed him to see things through a different perspective. You truly blessed him more than you realized, and he couldn’t believe that you didn’t leave him in those two years you’ve been together. Hanma sometimes thought he didn’t deserve you. He imagined at some point you would find someone better than him and you’d leave him, but you didn’t and he was so happy that you gave him a chance.

Sure, you had your ugly days, but even through that you both worked on those issues and continued loving one another without having a second thought about it.

Hanma’s free hand went to intertwine with your own. He leaned down to press his forehead against you and allowed eye contact to be connected between you both. His honey eyes were blown with lust and staring at you with such admiration you could melt from just one glance from him. You smiled when your eyes flickered around his handsome face. There was no one cuter than Hanma Shuji. He was perfect in every little aspect. 

He then kissed you, which took you by surprise. It was soft and gentle. His lips felt like you were kissing two soft pillows that you couldn’t pull away from. He was such a good kisser. It was one of the many things you loved about Hanma. His kisses could sweep you right off of your feet and you would grow weak in the knees whenever his lips brushed against yours. It was slow, but his tongue would occasionally brush against your bottom lip to try and gain access to your mouth. You obliged and allowed him in, deepening the kiss between you both. The pleasure was just too good. 

You gasped when he finally reached your g-spot, sending bolts of electricity along your belly. Hanma smirked in the kiss when that pretty noise escaped your lips. He had no problem discovering that delicious spot inside of you. He squeezed your throat slightly, but not hard enough to restrict your breathing. “Heh.. look at you, babydoll. You’re takin’ my cock so well..” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine from how hot his voice sounded in your ears. “Wanna cum, baby? You’re really fucking tight right now..”

Your orgasm was creeping upon you faster than you had expected, but nonetheless you craved it more than anything else. Your hands gripped Hanma’s shoulders tightly, fearing he might disappear from his spot between your legs. With every thrust, the pit in your belly grew larger and you became even more needy than before. “Y-Yes! Hanma, please..! ‘Need you!” you whined, sharply. 

Hanma fucking loved hearing how desperate you were for that release inside your gut. He then began to fuck you just a bit faster this time. It was nothing too aggressive or quick for your liking, but it was just enough to really wind you up. The noises slipping from your throat made him smirk and watch you with seduction. He loved you so much when you were like this. He realized that you were a goddess and nobody else would ever compare to you in any department. It didn’t matter if you left him at some point. Hanma Shuji would always be devoted to you at the end of the day. He was so deeply in love with you that it almost hurt him to not be by your side. 

You’d be the one he would come home to, always and forever.

Your eyes rolled behind your skull as your orgasm grew closer. You couldn’t help but arch upwards whenever he kissed at your g-spot with the tip of his cock. The moans that came from your mouth were neverendless and Hanma was living for how pretty you sounded under him. He grunted when he felt your walls tightening around him. He was close himself, but all he desired was seeing you reach your high. After several thrusts, your cunt clamped around his cock. Hanma couldn’t help but hiss at the sensation of your pussy squeezing the life out of his cock. Your moans were much higher as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved hearing your voice like that. He could play it like his favorite song and never get tired of you. “Fuckkk, yeah.. where do you want my – shit! – my cum, babydoll? Talk to me.. fuck..” he nodded his head, gritting his teeth as the last curse slipped through his mouth. 

“I-Inside! Hanma, inside!” you then locked your ankles around his waist, keeping him nice and snug inside of your dripping cunt.

He couldn’t help but grin at that statement. He wasn’t against it whatsoever, but he was very excited to hear that. He then looked down at you and began to pick up his pace a little. His high was so fucking close he could practically taste the sensation. “Shit.. ‘gonna fill you good, baby. Give you a baby, yeah..? Pregnant with my baby..” he let his head fall backwards as the euphoria took over him.

Within seconds, Hanma reached his climax. Thick white ropes of his cum filled your pussy and reached your womb. Goosebumps littered your skin from the feeling of his cum filling you to the brim. He let out a groan at the affects of his high. It hit him pretty hard, which caused him to tremble a bit. 

After a few minutes, Hanma lied down beside you and pulled you towards him. Both of you were sweating and panting fairly heavily, but that soon calmed when the activities between you two had come to an end. Your ear pressed against his chest to hear his heart beating. It was quite rapid, but once he had you within his arms his beats began to slow down and calm themselves. There was nothing better than holding you after having sex with you. Your skin was so warm underneath his fingertips that you could melt. He didn’t care if you were both dripping with sweat and the smell of sex was lingering around the room. All that mattered was that you were here with him and you were safe in his arms.

He planted a kiss on the top of your head and rested his chin atop it. He couldn’t help but smile at the results of today. It was quite successful and you two had an amazing anniversary with one another. “I love you, doll..” he whispered, squeezing the flesh of your hips softly. “I love you so much.. don’t forget that.”

You grinned, letting your eyes fall shut. “I love you more, Hanma.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can you do platonic Lu Bu, Kojiro, Jack, Raiden and Nikola with a little sister reader who is like Qiqi from genshin impact

Before little sister reader dead, she was a sunshine and cheerful. But after her death, she became forgetful and emotionaless.

Here's Qiqi's lore

https://genshin-impact.fandom.com/wiki/Qiqi/Lore

And things you didn't know about Qiqi

https://gamerant.com/genshin-impact-qiqi-facts-trivia/

Still new to this franchise so please be patient with me. I did a bit of research on Qiqi so I hope I do this request justice.

-Lu Bu- To your big brother, you were his most important person, the only person he would willingly die for, not that he would ever tell anyone that. He remembered when you were alive by his side, you would cling to him, call him brother, and just brighten up not only his day but Chen Gong’s day who adored you. When he found out you were killed while he was fighting, someone else coming up and killing you in cold blooded revenge, he was furious and went on a one-man killing spree. After he died, he found you also in Valhalla, but you weren’t Y/N- you were a shell, a husk of your former, sunshine self. He never said anything, but Chen Gong could see the pain in his lord’s eyes when he would look down at you, holding you on his lap, wishing for the real you to return. You still called him brother, which he did love, but until everything was the same, there would always be pain in Lu Bu’s heart.

-Kojiro- Was the best big brother to you, always willing to give you piggy-back rides, doting on you, and he beamed when you asked him to train you himself. You were both beings of sunshine, smiling brightly. When you died in a terrible accident, Kojiro’s smile waned, he felt like he couldn’t live without his precious sister, and so he trained, trained to become stronger, so others wouldn’t lose their own loved ones. When Kojiro arrived in Valhalla, he was stunned to see you there waiting for him, you weren’t smiling, you looked almost emotionless, like you were missing your emotions. However, you brought back his smile when you held up your arms, “Big brother.” He hugged you so tightly, so happy to have you back in his life. You remained by your brother’s side, supporting him silently as he trained throughout the years. He did his best to always smile, smiling for the both of you, and when you managed to give him a shade of a smile, after so many years, he was elated, throwing you up into the air in glee.

-Jack- Your true self was locked deep within you, he could see your emotions wanting to break out, wanting to be free, but they couldn’t. You were like an emotionless living doll, barely speaking, and only to your big brother, calling him such. You were still as affectionate as you were when you were both alive, cupping his cheeks, sitting on his lap, and always being with him. Jack could see that you were trying, and it did warm his heart and he would always praise you and hold you close. Jack never forgave himself when you were killed after he failed to protect you, he became distraught, spiraling into madness, unable to cope with the loss of the only person that truly, honestly, loved him. When he saw you in Valhalla, waiting for him, he gave you a promise that the two of you would never be apart again.

-Raiden- You loved and adored your massive big brother more than anything, you were his number one fan, coming to all of his matches and cheering him on, looking adorable amongst all the other rikishi. Raiden was the same, he loved you so much and loved to spoil you, only because you would spoil him in return. If he got you mochi, you would hold one of them up, feeding him, which made his heart so warm. To lose you to a fever of all things, the one thing he couldn’t easily protect you against, made Raiden lose hope, he felt so helpless. In Valhalla, he was stunned to see you waiting there for him, holding your arms up to him, “Brother.” He hugged you so tightly many around worried that you were going to pop. Raiden knew that you were still Y/N, despite being void and emotionless, he knew that one day, if he was strong enough, he would bring back his biggest cheerleader, he just had to be patient, and smother you with love.

-Nikola- Despite all his knowledge, all his science and research, he couldn’t do anything to save you after you came down with a deadly fever. He could only see your bright smiling face, chasing after your much older brother, calling him big brother. Even though you couldn’t understand his science, you would stare at him with wonder and awe in your eyes ae he explained everything he could do in great detail. He thought it was cute that you tried to understand, finding your attempts to sound smart adorable, but he would always hype you up. When he found you in Valhalla, he picked you up, spinning you around with so much joy that he was in tears. It was only then when he saw your blank eyes and no smile on your lips, you were like a little doll. Nikola researched everything he could, trying to figure out a way to bring your smile back, with you sitting on his lap just like normal, holding his free hand. Nikola realized his research was not in vain when you finally spoke after a long while, “Explain it to me, big brother.” His research was momentarily forgotten as he swept you up, dancing around his lab in glee before, going into detail about everything, just like old times.

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ not your song !

chapter four : THE PROMISE

pairing : hueningkai x 6th member!reader  summary : tomorrow x together, or txt, wasn't always six members, and for some unforeseen reason, it wouldn't stay six either.  set in : late 2019 word count : 1.0k

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the next time kai saw (y/n) was a few days after their late night interaction - the girl had taken two days off for ‘health’ reasons (kai had sisters, he knew what she meant.)

but, kai also knew the toll debuting had taken on the girl. people were not always exactly nice online when speaking about the girl. it was a common occurrence for the groups manager to have to delete hateful comments before (y/n) could see them, or for the boys to have to convince her what dumb accounts were saying wasn’t true. it was disgusting for all five boys to watch the poor girl get torn down while they were lifted higher and higher.

of course not everyone hated the girl - she had her own fair share of stans. stans who were just a little too observant, noticing her wearing kai’s hoodie occasionally; once on a late night live, and a second time in the background of a selca soobin posted.

either way, (y/n) deserved a break. and though the teen did miss her presence, kai was happy to hear from soobin that she would be taking two days off, and he was even happier when she re-appeared at practices.

“you’re back!” he smiled, giving the girl a slight wave as she walked into the practice room, dressed similarly to the first day she had met the boys - sweatpants, an athletic tee, and the same old beat-up adidas. though unlike before, she looked happier and more comfortable to be in the presence of the boys, not attempting to impress the boys, but simply fit in.

she nodded in return, giving kai a slight wave as she quickly made her way over to him and beomgyu, who sat lazily on a couch waiting for the other members to arrive.

“why can’t they get here on time?” beomgyu whined, throwing his head back as he spoke in exasperation. “our own leader doesn’t even get to practice when he’s supposed to - you’d think soobin would be more aware.”

(y/n) laughed in response, nodding as she sat down next to beomgyu. “you know, soobin actually just gives you an earlier start time gyu.” she mused, grinning widely as a look of shock washed over the older boys face.

“he what?” the now silver-haired boy gasped, abruptly sitting up staring blankly at the girl, who was giggling uncontrollably.

kai laughed, a soft look growing in his face as he stared at (y/n) - she was able to sit there, clearly lacking sleep and still not feeling the best, and look amazing.

which was something kai never thought he would think - (y/n), the girl he had despised since pre-debut, looking stunning. the girl he was barely able to get more than a few words out to at a time. the girl he had lent his hoodie too (a hoodie he hadn't gotten back yet.) late one night, just trying to be nice because there were so few nice people left in the industry these days.

the girl that somehow, he had befriended.

"you didn't know?" she laughed, a grin still on her face as she began to cry from laughing so hard. "i thought you knew - it was so obvious!"

beomgyu turned to kai, the same shocked look still on his face, eyes wide. "did you know?" he asked, fists clenched. kai shook his head, pointing to (y/n) as if to say 'it was all her'. however, beomgyu didn't explode at the girl like kai thought he would, and instead stormed out of the room - presumably looking for soobin.

"we may have to cover up a murder," she grinned, staring up at kai, who was now very unsure of what to do. "although, soobin may be able to outrun gyu…"

before, with gyu in the room, kai was able to piggy-back off of what the older male said, and never had to worry about keeping the conversation going on his own. however, now it was just the two, and kai was lost. it wasn't weird or anything for him to talk to girls, but what do you talk about? after spending so long living with only boys, kai was lost.

"are you, uh, ready for eternity?" he asked awkwardly, sitting down on the couch next to her, though his body was extremely tense (and it was obvious).

(y/n) nodded slightly, "we're basically veterans at this point - it'll be our third comeback. we're like aces." she joked, still smiling at the boy.

kai wanted to faint. and throw up. and convulse. and run away. and scream. and cry. all at once.

her smile was like spring, if that was even possible. when she smiled, the rest of her seemed to glow. but not in the way most people glow, but instead in the way plants glow after blooming in early spring, when the birds sing and the animals come out of hibernation. the type of glow that puts all worries to ease, and makes it clear everything will be all right.

"i'm a bit worried though, which is weird - because i told you i wasn't nervous at debut. but now i am?" she added, speaking quickly and looking down at her hands which lay in her lap. "why am i so worried about a silly little comeback - we already have blue hour for later this year too."

kai froze. "probably because we have so much going on…?" he replied, a tentative look on his face. "it's normal to be nervous about this stuff."

she nodded in return, smiling once again at the boy.

he went through the same feelings as before (just minus the throw up. the bile in his throat no longer existed.) as he finally was able to smile back.

"thank you for being here for me, hyuka." she whispered, pulling the boy into a soft hug.

kai froze again.

“i’ll always be there, no matter what.” he smiled, his body relaxing into the hug just as soobin, yeonjun, and taehyun entered the practice room, beomgyu following close behind, a hurt look still on his face.

god, it was a dumb promise.

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[wowifinallywatched]

Listen...this is not my official more coherent thoughts around the Jigsaw installment of the fucking incredible Saw franchise that i normally like to post first but if you've ever wondered what it's like to watch a movie with me and my internal monologue well LOOK NO FURTHER

Coherent thoughts will be coming soon, but for now enjoy a raw reaction to whatever the FUCK THIS WAS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING AND I AKSBFKABF I JUST NEED TO SHARE THIS FEELING WITH SOMEONE HOLY FUCK-

JIGSAW

Listen if you're gonna be bringing this iconic and amazing as fuck series back it better be Fucking at the same level

Ah yes your standard creepy detective who makes sexist jokes like they get paid for it and no one does anything about it because “it's just who they are” and it's one of the bad qualities you have to adopt in about this person uh yeah no FUCK THA-

Okay I'm sorry I'm fucking sorry 39:33??!?!?!?!?!? FUCKING GOLD BEAUTIFUL STUNNING THAT WAS EVERYTHING IVE WANTED LISTEN I KNOW TRUST THE PROCESS OF THESE MOVIES DONT JUDGE TOO SOON BUT FUCK ME THAT WAS GOOD AND I WAS STILL TEETERING  Listen I miss John okay-

WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN IS HE GONNA COME BACK FROM THE DEAD OR IS THIS REALLY SMART AJBRIAHE Fucking skin suit or secret child ass akdbia

Eleanor DYING WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT Like i can judge this would totally be me as well BEAUTIFUL??? OKAY BITCH NOW I THINK YOU'RE CRAZY

OH MY GOD SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK POISENED YOUR SIPPY CUP BAG MOTHERFUCKER I AM LOSING MY SHIT NOT KNOWING IF JOHN REALLY IS ALIVE OR NOT FUChis

“He was my nephew” Oh my god he was his nephew I'm sorry I had to-

BRKJZISHWJBEJAHSIWBWIHSIS MOTHERFUCKING SAW MY FUCKING GOD YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN WJDBQJ PUTTING HIM IN JOHNS CASKET HAHAHHA HOW THE FUCK DID THEY DO THAT QUIETLY OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH THEY'RE ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD AND JUST AJDBSIHDJW OBSESSED  I CANNOT OH MY GOD I LOVE IT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES IN MY BRAIN IT WAS EITHER GONNA BE TWO OPTIONS, JOHN WAS GONNA BE THERE OR HE WASN'T  BUT JUST IN SAW STYLE, A SURPRISE THIRD OPTION HAS APPEARED HAHAHAH Its like when you watch these movies, you're thinking so hard about one part of it (where the fuck is John) that you become completely oblivious to other options (surprise Mr. Coma has appeared) ALSO I WORK IN THE FUNERAL INDUSTRY AND THERE IS STRICT LAW THAT YOU CANNOT OPEN UP A COFFIN INSIDE THE CEMETERY SO H A

I'm trying to bring logic into these movies when I just watched a man get turned into a human milkshake

But this also means that someone could have taken John's body and has been using his DNA  But would the tests come back saying the DNA is dead or alive? Like someone purposely put his DNA under the guys nails to throw them off who's really playing these games I wonder if it's the OG Dr. saw bathroom who's running the show If John really is alive that would be fucking perfect This psycho mortuary girl better not have dug up John himself to fulfill her obsession I SWEAR- OH MY GOD SHE HAS THE OG SAW STOPPPP HAHAHAHAH Wait wait NO NO NO THIS IS A SET UP I SWEAR OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVE

everyone's like “oh copy cats copy cats” but it's actually the fucking detectives that study these cases of jigsaw everyone calm your tips MY TITS ARE NOT CALM WHERE IS THE DAUGHTER NO IM NOT FUCKING AROUND WHERE IS HIS DAUGHTER I SWEAR 

Oh my god I hear remnants of the saw music as they drive off from the house 🥺 LITTLE PIGGY IS STILL IN PLAY LES GOOOO Everytime I see VAIDUWOFJKSHEIEHDIJWKDNWKJFKSBEKNWKDJEKDBOSBRKANJDHSID JOHN JOHN SOBDJSBDIAHDIHA I JUST CHOKED ON MY CEREAL OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN MY JIGGY SAWWY MAN IM GONNA CRY HOLY FUCK IVE MISSED YOU NSKFBSJS HOW THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE IN A FUCKING MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK NO I DO NOT TRUST WHAT I SEE ARE YOU A TWIN BROTHER OR SOME SHIT I AM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THEY REPLACE YOUR BODY BUT THE TEST SUBJECTS WOULD HAVE COME BACK IS THIS A HALLUCINATION HOLY SHIT  I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THIS FUCKING TABLE HOLY FUCKING SHIT My boy you look like you've aged so much Oh my god that misdiagnosis hit way too close to home alright I am John number one protector BUT HOW THE FUCK IS HE ALIVE BECAUSE THE TUMOUR AND THE SKABKFJA John baby listen i love you so much and I love the game you've got going on and you give the best monologue but HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE

Listen surely those jigsaw pieces are a set up because surely not even the most dumbass of cops would keep that in their fucking FREEZER HAHAHAH

I am absolutely fucked I trust none of you bitches except daddy mortuary 

AWWWWWWWWW MEANING BEHIND THE PIG HEAD MENTIONED SO CASUALLY THAT IS SO CUTE JOHN

John is so fucking extra he has all these props and then uses a single shotgun

This is more trying to pick who Johns new apprentice is and i don't like any of them

GIRL WHY WOULD YOU WEAR BOOT HEELS TO THIS SCAVENGER HUNT

Listen John sliding the door to people's eternal doom just hits different okay

BACKWARDS OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN YOU ARE SO SMART It’s literally been the EXACT SAME ALL THESE YEARS PLAY BY THE RULES HE NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO SHOOT EACH OTHER FOR YOUR FREEDOM THAT WAS NOT A RULE HE SET IN PLACE HAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS AND I WAS CLAIMING HE WAS USING A SIMPLE ASS SHOTGUN OF COURSE IT WASN'T JUST A SHOTGUN I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS

DADDY MORTUARY WAS THE DOCTOR THAT FUCKED UP HIS TEST RESULTS OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ABSOLUTE LAZY DICKWAD OF A MAN YOU ARE DOOMED HAHAH

Wait what the fuck this is sus whats happening ABDKJSJEBWJDHIWVDJHS I THOUGHT HIS BODY WAS JUST ROLLING AT FIRST WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NO NO WAY DADDY MORTUARY IS JOHNS NEW APPRENTICE DETECTIVE YOU AND ME ARE THE SAME WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM HIM NO YOU WERE THE ONE I TRUSTED NO FUCKING WAY THE ONLY ONE I TRUSTED TURNED OUT TO BE THE MAN BEHIND IT ALL HAHAHAHAH FUCK WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN FUYCJA FUCKABAFSIABKFJBKAF HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT IS HOLY FUCK LISTEN I STARTED TO DOUBT THIS ONE THEN I TOLD MYSELF DON’T DO THAT BECAUSE IT’S WHAT HAPPENS EVERY TIME I ALWAYS THINK THEY’RE NOT AS GOOD AS THE PREVIOUS ONE BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T REACHED THAT CLIMATIC PLOT TWIST THAT PULLS ALL THE PIECES TOGETHER  AND THEN YOU REACH IT AND YOU THINK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE FUCKING PAST AND PRESENT PLAY THAT THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD AT

OH MY GOD I GOT SO EXCITED THINKING MY BABY JIGGY SAWWY MAN WAS ALIVE BUT NOPE IT WAS JUST THE PAST GAMES SOBS AND IT’S SO FUNNY BECAUSE NOW IF YOU REWATCHED THIS MOVIE YOU’D SEE ALL THE SIGNS POINTING TO THE TRUTH You just have to follow the rules You just have to follow the signs pointed in the direction of the movie plot OH FUCK ME MOVIE GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR CLEVER WAYS Think about it if you really listened to this movie, it’s literally telling you exactly what’s going to take place Oh fuck me HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO REWATCH ALL THESE MOVIES NOW WITH THAT MINDSET THIS HAS MIND FUCKED ME I CAN’T BELIEVE IT THE FACT WE WERE WATCHING THE OG GAME WITH THE DADDY MORTUARY BUT SIKE IT WAS TEN YEARS AGO

Not gonna lie Daddy Mortuary was kind of hot Jesus I need to learn his real name I'm sure someone said it I was just blinded by his good looks-

I AM LOSING MY MARBLES I LITERALLY CONTINUE DO ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW HAHAHA LIKE HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT MOMENT WHEN HE STARTED GETTING UP LOST IT GAVE ME FEELINGS BACK TO THE FIRST SAW MOVIE WHERE JOHN SLOWLY GOT UP AND REVEALED HIMSELF  Oh my god Daddy Mortuary was the son John never got to have *GROSS SOBBING IN THE CORNER*

AND SLIDING THE DOOR SHUT JUST LIKE JOHN LIKE JIGGY SAWY FATHER LIKE JIGGY SAWY SON SO THIS GAME HAPPENED FUCKING YONKS AND WOULD HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED BEFORE AMANDA AND BEFORE WHATEVER THE FUCK DETECTIVE FACE WAS I ALREADY DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME I just can't I can't believe they still gave us John Kramer content while he's still fucking dead that was so fucking clever You can't have a saw movie without the original Jigsaw in it and they fucking keep it alive in a smart way, not forced, but smart WAIT DADDY MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY I GET IT THE GAMES HAPPENED TEN YEARS AGO AND SUCH BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY  DID HE MOVE A WHOLE ASS CASKET AND REPLACE HIS CASKET WITH ANOTHER actually he works in a mortuary he would have the skills to do that HAHAHAHAH FUCKKKKKKK Listen this movie literally gave us John content, fucking ecstatic about it, then showed it was past John and that he's not really here right now

BUT THEY LEFT THE FUCKING DOOR WIDE OPEN FOR JOHN TO STILL BE ALIVE BY HIM NOT BEING IN THAT CASKET AND I KNOW ITS PROBABLY MORE A “They just put the body elsewhere/ replaced his casket” BUT LISTEN LET ME HAVE THIS SMALL OUNCE OF HOPE OKAY

ALSO DID I FUCKING CALL IT OR DID I FUCKING CALL IT ABOUT PUTTING JOHNS DNA UNDER HIS NAILS ON PURPOSE FUCKING CALLED THAT SHIT BITCH AND IM REALLY PROUD BECAUSE I CAN NEVER DO THAT WITH THESE MOVIES FUCK YES GO TEAM 1 FOR US  16 MILLION FOR THE MOVIE OKAY LET ME HAVE THIS ONE- Not me going on about how old John looks and it's literally exactly how he looks in all the other movies HAHAHAHAHAH

OH MY GOD IN THAT SCENE WITH JOHNS NEIGHBOUR AND LEG-O-LOSS I THOUGHT NEIGHBOUR WAS IN SHOCK (of course we find out because she was his neighbor) BECAUSE JOHN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BUT IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE THEY WERE NEIGHBOURS  NO ONE EVER BATTED AN EYE OR SAID BUT JIGSAW IS DEAD BUT JOHN KRAMER IS DEAD OH MY GODDDDD ANOTHER FUCKING SIGN TO JUST PAY ATTENTION TO THAT'S BEING SAID AND IT WAS REVEAL THE WHOLE MOVIE TO YOU

Just oh my God okay I need to lay this out Daddy Mortuary- Okay no let me find his real name Also poor fucking Eleanor she really was just a Saw fanatic and now she's wrapped up in something she doesn't even realise IF ONLY SHE KNEW BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE LOVING HER OWN STORY RIGHT NOW LOGAN HIS NAME IS LOGAN Alright so  Logan fucked up John's test results by mislabelling (the poor other fucking dude that got those results) which i feel like was a bit of an add on instead of reveal WAIT BUT IF THIS GAME HAPPENED BEFORE THE OTHER GAMES IN THE OTHER MOVIES Oh my fuck then he would have no reason to mention it in any of his past monologues because he already faced the man that did it and seeked his ‘revenge’ OH MY GOD OKAY REDEEMED THAT WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD TO COMPLAIN ABOUT BUT HE'S BEEN REDEEMED CARRY ON So John sets up one of his classic games, with the machine that was “never used” or they never found the bodies for OH MY GOD LOGAN GAVE HER THE ANSWER. LITERALLY JUST TOLD HER. BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW. HE WAS APART OF THAT GAME. HE WOULD HAVE RECOGNISED THE MACHINE STRAIGHT AWAY. HE LITERALLY TOLD HER BUT OF COURSE YOU WOULD NEVER SUSPECT IT TO BE ANYTHING BUT AN ACCUSATION HAHAHAH SHITTTTT I keep trying to write this out calmly and then get really Hyped up forgive me- The game begins with everyone having their sins AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS SO WEIRD THE GAME STARTED WITH SOMEONE STILL UNCONSCIOUS, IT FELT VERY UNLIKE JOHN BECAUSE HE'S ALL ABOUT HAVING A FAIR CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF and when we finally got to see the result of that scene where John is racing out to save him because it was an unfair start and he wanted to personally give him a second chance IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING- I wonder how far apart these events were to the previous movie

ANYWAY

My brain isn’t working i literally can't stop thinking about John being a protective father to him John takes him under his wing seeing his pain, seeing his grief and to teach him its not about anger AND LOGAN TEACHING JOHN SOME THINGS TOO SOBS listen, John is the most forgiving person IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 8 MOVIES TO SAY OTHERWISE BUT LET ME EXPLAIN- HE GIVES THEM A CHANCE TO CONFESS AND THEN BE FREE HE'S ONLY PUNISHING THEM BECAUSE THEY WON'T CONFESS THEMSELVES NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAD Oh my god i really am protecting a serial killer  BUT HEY IT'S FICTIONAL And it is fucking wild to me that no one ever found these bodies (JUST LIKE MY BOY ADAM SOBS) and so Logan planned and waited until the perfect moment to fuck with the world Except there's one thing different from John to the other people that have tried to take his place John gives them a fair game, just play by the rules Amanda, Detective Douche, Logan - They all seemed revenge. They gave them a game, but it wasn't always fair, it wasn't always a game that could be won. Oh wait but Detective banana peel ass didn't exactly confess to freeing Logans wife's murderer so he didn't play the game right OKAY THAT WOULD BE VALID THEN It's just crazy to me that a game happened in real time and we technically got to see exactly what it would have looked like but we never saw the actual game

AND OF COURSE LOGAN CHOSE A GUY THAT DOOMED HIS WIFE'S DEATH AS THE GUY TO GET NO CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION TO REPLICATE HIS OWN EXPERIENCE HAHAHAH LOVE THAT

This was so fucking clever and i never want to stop talking about these movies oh my god

BUT OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVES FUCKING HEAD GETTING SPLICED LIKE A FUCKING BANANA PEEL I CANT- THAT WAS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL HORRIFYING AND DISGUSTING BUT SO FLUID AND BEAUTIFUL  I cannot wait to watch the new movie and see the graphics All things considered theyve really done these movies justice all through the years Like I'm so fucking happy with the ending of this movie And I fucking adore that we got to see John again But I'm not gonna lie my heart is a little broken he's not actually alive and well- I KNOW WE LITERALLY SAW HIM GET AUTOPSIED wait Was Logan the one to do his autopsy  I remember he mentioned something about John being full autopsied but I don't remember if he meant he did it himself WAIT ITS ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME MORTUARY HAND TO DO THE SAW AUTOPSIES HASN'T IT OH MY FUCKING GOD SO HE KNEW THE PLAN ALL ALONG HE FUCKING KNEW OH MY GOD I AM EMOTIONAL-

Now I need to go back and watch the other movies again, for many reasons, but to see if it was Logan all along

I JUST READ MY NOTES WHILE WATCHING PREVIOUS SAW MOVIES AND I MADE A COMMENT ABOUT HOW SUS IT IS THAT THERE’S BEEN ONE CONSISTENT MORTUARY HAND LOOKING AFTER THE SAW VICTIMS HAHAHAH CALLED IT (possibly)

God I don’t drink but right now I feel like I need a drink

ONTO THE NEXT ONE WHERE YOU REALLY CAN’T PREDICT WHAT WE’LL EVER GET AKSBFKBF

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Journey (Prologue)

Ship: Ghrian x Hades

Word Count: 700

Summary: The prologue to Meeting Death in The Middle, where Ghrian gets the idea to negotiate with the God of the Underworld. CWs for mentions of death, food mentions.

Ever since Hades had tricked the stunning and divine Persephone into becoming his bride, farming folk like Ghrian dreaded Demeter’s depression when it came time to let her daughter leave the bright cliffs of Mount Olympus for the chill of the Underworld.

It didn’t help that Ghrian had inherited this farm from his father, who had passed away the year prior, leaving them to take care of the place almost completely alone. Almost, only because they had a few kind acquaintances in their village who would lend a hand when they could. He knew the first winter without him would be the hardest, and when he felt the first chill in the air, he flew into a panic.

On the first night of autumn, he envisioned horrible nightmares in which what was left of his crops failed and perished, leaving him half-starved when the ground froze and the sky turned grey with winter. He jolted awake in the morning, just before sunrise, startling his pet pig, Rodákino. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed as the pig wandered over and pressed its nose affectionately against him.

“I’m alright, Kino…” They muttered, reaching over to pet him. “I won’t let us starve. We’re going to make it.” He then leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “I promise.”

He ate a breakfast of bread, porridge, and bacon- out of sight of his dear swine companion, and set out for the village market, where he hoped to get some advice. There, he came across one of his friends, a girl named Karissa.

“Good morning Ghrian! Did you sleep well?”

He smiled weakly. “Quite the opposite, actually. I’m just… completely and utterly terrified about the coming winter, is all.”

Karissa gave him a sympathetic look and squeezed his shoulder. “Hey, you’re going to be alright. The harvest season’s barely even started yet.”

“I know… I just wish we could postpone things a little longer. Let Persephone come home a little earlier.”

“You could always try your luck negotiating with Hades,” an unfamiliar voice leered from behind. Ghrian turned and saw a hunched old man with long white hair and a beard, leaning on a cane and smoking a pipe. One of his eyes appeared to be replaced by a sort of jewel that shined mysteriously in the golden light.

“You can’t negotiate with the God of the Underworld,” Karissa reasoned with a frown, but Ghrian became intrigued.

“What do you mean? Is there a way to reach him without dying?”

The old man grinned. “Oh, yes. Just follow the very same path Euridyce and Orpheus followed.”

“But that’s impossible to know what cave Orpheus came out of.”

The old man continued to smile eerily as he produced a scroll from a satchel on his hip. “You could have this map, if you like… for a price.”

Karissa’s hand suddenly appeared on Ghrian’s shoulder once more. “Ghrian, think for a moment. You don’t know this guy, he could be sending you out into the wilderness to be robbed, or worse, killed!”

They looked at her. “Karissa, this might be my only chance to buy myself a little more time. I’m going.” He looked back at the old man. “Alright. Name it.”

They exchanged coin for map, bid the old man farewell, and returned home to prepare themself for the journey. Rodákino sniffed their bag curiously, but he gently guided him away.

“This isn’t a journey for little piggies, Rodákino. I’ll leave you and the rest of the animals plenty of food, and Karissa and Nathan will be by to check on things often.”

The pig oinked in response and Ghrian sighed, kissing his head again. “I’m going to miss you, but I really think this is worth a shot. I’ll be back as soon as possible, alright?” With that, he secured his cloak and slung his bag over his shoulder, thinking silent goodbyes as he got further and further from his home and farm. The map was rather straightforward, but still took him through a stretch of treacherous wilderness, so he had to be vigilant. Still, he was determined to speak with Hades, too desperate to consider the God’s apathy to most mortal’s plights.

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Smutty Valentines: Day Nine

Cyber sex with Jesse Cromeans

Jesse cromeans x reader

Fem! Reader

Warnings: morally grey reader, established relationship between you and Jesse, lingerie (on reader), yall recording yourselves getting off for each other, pet names (Jesse calls reader angel) male and female masterbation

The black satin sheets on your shared bed did nothing to help you ease your anxious wait for your early morning video calls with your boyfriend. You are well aware of the dangers of Jesse's job and how there's always the fear of the cops finally catching up to him or him dying from a potential piggy.

The lace lingerie on your body was a secret gift that you wanted to show Jesse to help him push through the end of his most recent trip. The black lace had skulls on each of the breasts and a smaller one on the front of your thin thong. The leather garter belt on your thighs made the lingerie fit perfectly.

You knew you looked sexy because you felt sexy wearing the set because of the thought of Jesse's reaction to seeing you wearing his symbol onto your lingerie. Through your time dating Jesse, you know that he would think you're stunning in whatever you wore but you wanted to be your best.

Your laptop ringed as you quickly accepted Jesse's call, seeing your reflection on your computer screen. Jesse's masked face popped up on the other side as he used his phone to "talk" to you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, angel. I'm trying to get back to you as soon as I can."

The robotic voice of his phone speaks to you. You can feel his eyes stared at your body as you tried to fight back your arousal but failing as you feel a wet spot form onto the crotch of your thong.

"I missed you too, Jesse. I noticed you enjoyed my new outfit. I noticed that you've been stressed during this trip so I got this to help encourage you to push through the trip and come back home to me."

As you finished speaking, you moved your laptop onto your desk before backing up enough for him to see your lingerie. A low groan could be heard from your laptop before you sat down onto your chair.

"They even have a special something on them as well."

You leaned forward to show him the skulls inside the lace. Hearing a faint typing sound from Jesse's phone, you eagerly waited to hear his opinion. The black sleeveless undershirt he had on deliciously showed off his tonned torso and arms as you bite your bottom lip.

"It looks amazing on you. I can't wait to be home to rip them off of you."

The robotic voice talked as you hear him move around and the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor. Your eyes darken as you see the camera move further back, seeing his erected cock leak a bit of precum.

You slowly strip out of your clothes in front of him, occasionally hearing quiet breaths as his large hand wrapped around his shaft. Your arousal was in full view as you parted your legs to show him how much you missed him.

Using the sound of his deep groan, you proceeded to slide your smaller hand over your labia, parting the skin to access your aroused clit- rubbing the bundle of nerves before letting a groan out yourself. Jesse's hand pumped his member faster as you inserted a digit into you.

Sounds of the both of your moans filled each other's rooms as the both of you were deep in a lustfully fantasy of being together. You imagined Jesse's larger fingers stretching you out deliciously while he imagined your smaller, more gentler hand jerking his cock off.

"I'm close, Jesse. Let's cum together."

Your voice had a tone of sexual desperation to it, causing Jesse to nod rapidly in response to your idea. He couldn't wait to see you when he comes home, wanting to cum on or in you instead of on his hand.

It was uncertain if you came first or of Jesse did. The sounds of both of your lustful moans filled each other's rooms as the both of you rode out your highs together. Beads of sweat coated your skin as you panted softly, moving your hands away from your stimulated pussy.

You hear the soft sounds of Jesse typing onto his phone once he cleaned his hand off with some napkins. Silence filled the air before you heard the robotic voice echoed to your Webcam.

"I will be home tomorrow night. I want you in your new set when I arrive and i will reward you."

You nodded in response to him before the both of you gave your goodbyes and hang up the video call.

[wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer]

I heard Burt and Ernie actually got confirmed to be dating in the reprise or something.

Favourite muppets character and an in depth explanation as to why?

DID THEY???? OH MY GOSH MY MUNS SO EXCITED

its gonzo

firstly because he’s funny and tells good jokes that he doesn’t always mean to be jokes like me but they’re still hilarious

secondly because he’s from a circus and he gets to do daredevil stunts like fire himself out of a cannon which is so fucking cool and i wish i could do that

thirdly because he and camilla’s relationship is like the healthiest relationship ever because they just get each other you know and its hard to stay together in showbiz and they break up sometimes but they always get back together and its so fucking sweet

fourthly because his fashion sense is so fucking good like he looks amazing and stunning and i aspire to be like him

fifthly his performing name is gonzo the great which is a banger name

sixth i like his nose

(he’s not my muns fav tho coz thats animal, kermit, miss piggy and beaker)

[maiverie]

doublespeak — ft. park jongseong | 02

keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

synopsis: there’s nobody you detest more than park jongseong—he’s obnoxious, he’s rude, and he always manages to top you in every single class. while you pride yourself as one of the smartest students in your school, there’s something you can’t quite figure out the formula for—the explosive chemistry between you and your (hot) enemy.

characters: park jongseong x fem!reader

genres: romance, fluff, comedy, high school

au(s): academic rivals, “i wanna punch him except he’s really fucking hot fml” au, jay being an annoying, cocky asshole

contents: frenemies to lovers, constant bickering & banter, childish arguments, studying fluff, suggestive themes, smartass jay w brains

warnings: swearing, lowercase intended

a/n: my first jay fic! <3 my fav trope is enemies to lovers so i’ve been dying to write something like this T^T i legit had so much fun writing all the banter and felt the “frenemies” vibe was cute! anyway i really hope u guys enjoy it!! :>

chapter two

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“good,” jongseong says. “and i hate to be a dick, but there’s something at stake here for me.” he hums a little. “would you be able to do me a favour?”

when you turn to stare at the situation, you notice your students are looking at each other once again. a dubious look etched across their features, you begin to frown with suspicion.

“what… what is it?” they ask him.

“bring little miss piggy to the party,” he points at you with his thumb. “or don’t come at all.”

your two students, riki and sunwoo, appear as though they’ve seen a ghost — their smiles disappear; in fact, all colour vanishes from their complexions at the drop of a hat, leaving no tinctures of emotion.

well, maybe one emotion — fear.

“t… teach,” they finally disrupt their stunned silence by gawking at you, a look of horror encased in their eyes. “please… please come to the party with us! we really, really wanna go!”

“guys, stop being idiots.” you frown, lacing your arms across your chest. you narrow your eyes at them, disconcerted by the way they’re staring at you. you’ve never seen them look so starved and desperate, as though you hold the key that’ll stop the world from collapsing and annihilating all of humankind.

this is just a tad dramatic, isn’t it?

“and you—” you avert your eyes from your panicked pupils, now glaring at jongseong. “you need to leave. now.”

“really?” he blinks, feigning ignorance with a small smile. the sight makes one of your eyes twitch with irritation. god, who does he think he’s fooling with that face?

soon, he channels his attention back toward your students. “kids, what do you think? should i leave?”

“no!” they immediately cry in unison, suddenly rising from their seats. they scuffle with one another, struggling their way out from behind the chairs as they scramble their way toward you.

you stare with utter bewilderment, taken aback by their sudden proximity. they stand in front of you now – desperation and determination apparent in their gazes.

you open your mouth to speak, when suddenly the pair both instantly drop to their knees.

what—

“teach!” they cry, slapping their palms together in prayer form, “please, please, please come to the party!”

“what—” you splutter, flabbergasted and mortified at the sight. are they seriously begging you on their hands and knees? what’s worse is that their actions gain a few onlooking stares from nearby strangers, throwing you into a swivet of embarrassment and panic. “guys,” you clench your teeth, trying to awkwardly laugh off the situation, “what are you — get up! now!”

“but, teach—”

“i said, get off the ground!”

“please—”

oh no.

oh god.

they’re clutching on your legs now.

what the fu—

“teach! please!” they wail, hugging your legs like it’s titanic and you’re the last lifeboat. oh god! you start breaking out into a cold sweat, flustered by the attention you’re gaining.

“what the—” you shriek, attempting to shake them off, “are you guys insane? hey! get off me!”

“please, please, please, please, please!” they shamelessly cry, causing you to snap your head up and jongseong with desperation. in return, he offers you a smug smile, like he’s the puppet master and the marionettes are doing exactly what pleases him — this exchange causes your blood to boil, because you know he’s concocting some sort of plan designed to bite you in the ass.

“thanks to you, they’ve gone rabid!” you hiss at him, attempting to shove the leeches off your leg.

jongseong sniggers in response, taunting you with a casual shrug. “they just want to go to their first senior party,” he sighs, placing a gentle hand on his chest under the pretence of pity. “it’s just so sad that you’re denying them the opportunity.”

“that’s your fault, not mine!” you bark, finally managing to escape from their grasps. a scoff springs from your chest before you rush back toward the table, from which you begin to hurriedly gather your belongings. carelessly, you shove your teaching material papers and books straight into your backpack.

“w-wait, teach! where are you going?”

“home,” you hiss, angrily zipping up your backpack, “where i won’t get mauled by a bunch of animals.”

“but—”

“guys, c’mon!” you finally snap, twirling around as you slide your arms through the strap loops, fastening the backpack against your spine. “stop being dumb. he’s obviously bluffing. you’re still invited whether i go or not, okay? he’s just teasing you.”

“uh, no, i’m actually serious,” jongseong grins, sliding his hands into his pockets again.

“uh, no, you’re actually just an annoying little shit.” you snap your head at him, childishly mocking his voice. you really shouldn’t be stooping down to his level, but you find the urge to immaturely stick out your tongue and effectively halve your age.

“uh, no, i’m actually pretty sure those things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“uh, no, i’m actually pretty sure you just admitted that you are, indeed, an annoying little shit.”

“uh, no, i actually never said that.”

“uh, yes, you did.”

“uh, no, i didn’t.”

“uh, well, it’s not like you needed to say it for me to know it.”

“uh, well, in this society, the opinions of four-eyed, helmet-wearing piggies don’t really count.”

your short fused temper completely snaps. “call me piggy one more time and i’ll fucking rip out all your hair and make you bald for real!” you scream, launching toward him with claws unsheathed. you’re so close to tackling him down to the ground, when suddenly you feel strong forces yank you back.

it’s sunwoo and riki.

they’re dragging you backwards, preventing you from finishing jongseong’s life right then and there. and given your skyrocketing blood pressure, it’s a good decision that they’ve decided to obstruct you from slicing his guts alive. if not for them, you’d have been pummelling your fists in his face and sending him for a special visit to the nearest intensive care unit.

“seems like you’re the one that’s gone rabid.” jongseong cackles, guffawing loud enough that you hear his laugh bounce off the walls and ricochet into your poor, unsuspecting ears.

“you laugh now, until you’re sleeping at 3am and i’m holding a knife under your throat,” you glower, venom oozing from your tongue.

he smirks, unmoved by your threats. “piggy, all i’m hearing is that you’ll be in my room at 3am,” he winks suggestively. “you should know that whatever happens at 3am isn’t really in my control.”

you instantly shut your mouth, scowling at the gross undertone of what he’s just said. he’s just trying to get under your skin, you remind yourself, resisting the urge to projectile vomit all over the library’s floor.

just kidding, you’d never actually deface your favourite place in school – the beloved library. libraries must be protected at all costs.

“ha ha ha, you guys are so adorable together!” your pupils eject obviously forced laughs from behind you. your brows instantly furrow as you shrug their grips from you.

“whatever,” you grumble, exhausted from being around the biggest tool on earth. “i’m leaving,” you announce, tucking your hair behind your ears and sliding your thumbs underneath your backpack straps. “by the way, you guys need to be careful hanging around this guy,” you dip your head in jongseong’s direction, not even bothering to lower your voice or conceal your overbrimming distaste. “your brain is bound to shrink half its size if you keep breathing the same air. god, i already feel my brain cells committing suicide.”

“w-wait, teach, you’re really not coming to the party tonight?” they stutter, fumbling for articulate words. when they pout with rounded eyes, you feel your heart soften, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

“no,” you shake your head, ignoring jongseong as you begin walking closer toward the library’s exit.

“but—”

“do the homework, okay?” you say without turning around. “have your practice essays prepared for sunday’s lessons, and—”

“but teach, you have to! you have to come! we didn’t work this hard to get invited to a senior party just to get uninvited—”

“or what?” you stop in your tracks, throwing your gaze past your shoulder. honestly, this blatant disrespect and insubordination is shocking. whose side are they on? perhaps you were right — jongseong really does ruin everything he breathes on. even your sweet, doe-eyed little students are acting like devil incarnates.

“or… or…” they seem to be searching far and wide for tiny straws they can grasp on. their eyes appear panicked and desperate before you notice they seem to reach a solution. they look at each other for confirmation before facing you with resoluteness. “or… we report you to headmaster lee.”

you instantly bark out a dry laugh.

what the hell are they talking about?

lengthy silence ensues, leaving nothing but your soft laugh hanging in the air.

“wait…” your smile begins to fade, “you guys are kidding, right?”

they stubbornly shake their heads, prompting you to face them completely, gaping with incredulity.

“if you don’t come with us, we’ll leave you with bad reviews!” they cry, suddenly rallying enough confidence to return eye contact — they stare dead straight in your eyes. “you need us to give a good word to the headmaster, don’t you? for your letter of commendation.”

“are you… are you blackmailing me?” you scoff, taking a step toward them. “you better watch what you say to me, kiddies.”

they quickly shuffle back, startled by your murderous gaze.

“well, th-this is a win-win, teach…”

your jaw instantly drops. what the hell? are they seriously going to use this against you? your precious letter of commendation? after all the effort you put into increasing their grades by two whole letters!

you’ve worked so hard for them.

they would be nothing without you.

in fact, before he met you, sunwoo was always spelling doughnuts like dognuts!

“i’ll give you both two seconds to take it back right now.”

“but—”

“i said take it back!”

taken back it was not.

there was no taking back of any sorts.

if anything, there was way more giving than taking.

you hate to admit it, but sunwoo and riki had gotten you good. if there’s anything you care about, it’s the letter of commendation. you’ve been working too long and too hard to relinquish it so comfortably. having such a weakness meant you weren’t left with very many options — though, by the end of it, you had all finally reached an agreement with some negotiation.

they’d write you gleaming reviews about your tutelage, and in return, you agreed to attend the party for at least two hours.

you figured that two hours wouldn’t be that bad, right?

right?

totally.

two hours?

pshhh, child’s play.

“knock on the door.”

“no, you do it.”

“no, you do it.”

“no, you!”

“no, you—”

“oh, god, i’ll do it, just shut up!” you groan loudly, interjecting their bickering. you slam your knuckles onto the frosted glass doors, knocking rather impatiently as you’re already socially fatigued from having to deal with the aftermath of the compromise. riki and sunwoo had both insisted on getting changed out of their uniforms, and hence forced you to drive to their respective houses. and because they were adamant you also had to look as equally socially acceptable, you’d even gone home to get changed.

hence, here you are, in your good pair of jeans and a white top with sleeves that elegantly slip off your shoulders.

truthfully, seeing sunwoo and riki so excited for their first senior party is rather heart-warming, though you realise that this is your first senior party, too.

parties aren’t normally your scene.

libraries, on the other hand, are totally your scene.

late nights creating colour-coded, time-sensitive study schedules in your room are your scene.

reading lengthy dissertations on the determinants of patent innovations as a measure of the innovative efforts of companies are your scene.

at the risk of sounding like a total dweeb, you don’t need alcohol. books are your vodka shots. you don’t snort crack — you snort responsible night-ins and strict 9pm curfews.

being out of your natural habitat is certainly nerve-wracking, and though you attempt to rub off the sweat of your palms onto your jeans, the perspiration just keeps coming. ew, you inwardly cringe, how much does one need to sweat?

feeling your heart thump louder the more time that passes, you squeak in surprise when the door in front of you suddenly swings open.

sunwoo and riki stiffen beside you, while you immediately sneak both hands behind your back.

it’s happening.

the person on the other side is somebody you don’t recognise. interestingly, you feel like you should know him, simply because he appears to carry an aura of unfiltered confidence and self-assurance that only popular people seem to possess.

“hey!” he greets you all with a smile, eyes shifting from sunwoo and riki to you. when his eyes land on you, you notice the edges of his lips curl just a tad higher. “you guys look great.”

“h-hi, heeseung! thanks for inviting us!” sunwoo gushes, flashing a beam of cuteness. riki plasters a grin on his face, too, prompting you to slap a forced smile on your face.

i need to look normal. how do i look normal? what does normal look like? am i smiling too wide? i bet i am. god, i bet i look so creepy he probably wants to burn his whole house down just so i don’t step inside it.

heeseung blinks at the three of you, stepping aside to provide you all space to enter. “of course, guys! and thanks for coming,” he chuckles with soft charisma, quelling your nerves with the soothing baritone of his voice. you bite your bottom lip, waiting for riki and sunwoo to enter first before you trail behind them like you’re their five-hundred year old mother.

“i’ll give you guys a tour, and—”

“hee, hurry up, we’re doing shots!” a familiar voice suddenly sounds, and within just a few seconds, you see somebody else lightly jogging their way toward the front door.

jongseong?

at his entrance, you narrow your eyes at him, honestly a little taken aback by his attire. like heeseung, he’s opted for dark trousers, though in contrast to his friend’s baby blue sweater, jongseong dons a black button-up shirt, with the top few buttons unfastened to showcase a silver necklace.

you’ll never say this out loud for as long as you live, but for once in his life, he doesn’t look like a walking and talking rat. he looks quite decent, you admit, and this weird observation is what makes you instantly look away and pretend to find interest in the artworks hung on the walls.

“hi, piggy! or as they say in your language — oink oink!”

nope, you’re definitely not complimenting him on his outfit, period. in fact, you resist the urge to grab his face and crush it with your knee, and instead stretch a caustic smile onto your lips. “good to see you too, baldie.”

jongseong does a double take. “baldie?” he echoes with an offended scoff.

“yeah, baldie.” a sly smirk slithers to your lips as you seemingly forget the people around you. “if i’m a piggy, then you’re a baldie,” you point at his eyebrow slit, snickering. “besides, sooner or later you’re going to start showing signs of male-pattern baldness, so you should just get used to it.”

“teach!” riki elbows you in the torso, “stop being so mean!”

“it’s okay,” jongseong shakes his head, folding his arms. “you get used to it. at some point, she just sounds like a barking dog.”

“did you just call me a dog?” you gasp incredulously. “yeah, well, you’re a balding rat!”

“ha,” jongseong snorts. “well, rats on average have a greater IQ than dogs, so i guess these analogies are fitting, miss second place.” he smirks triumphantly, spinning around on his heels as he guffaws away. you gasp incredulously, stomping after him while yelling strings of incessant curses.

it’s been an hour since you arrived, which means every minute, you’re counting to sixty.

you want to go home.

it’s not that the party is bad, it’s just that it’s not for you.

your anatomy just isn’t oiled for social events.

in actuality, the party itself is pretty great. it’s amazing, actually – it bustles with energy because heeseung’s been a really great host. he’s constantly playing music the greatest volume his speakers allow, enough that you’re convinced it reverberates through the ground. drinks are being served like waterfalls, though you’ve declined every drink you’ve been offered. there are board games, drinking games, karaoke, and he even has a billiards pool table. his house is situated within seoul’s wealthier, upper-scale residential areas, meaning it boasts of palatial rooms and expansive walls, fitted nicely for the number of attendants.

the number?

big.

in all honesty, you don’t recognise many of the people here. you’re able to recognise a few faces here and there, though you mostly find yourself awkwardly loitering by the foot of the stairs, mostly picking at the skin of your nails and pretending to find interest in the water floating in your red cup.

it’s not that you care, because this was exactly your plan for the night – stay low, stay sober, and stay for exactly two hours and no more.

“want a drink?”

a voice catches you off-guard, but you snap your head upward and realise it belongs to heeseung.

the host. jongseong’s friend. lee heeseung.

you immediately shake your head, noticing the two glass bottles in each of his hands. “o-oh, no, it’s okay,” you sheepishly smile, laughing awkwardly. “but, um… thank you.”

“it’s apple cider,” heeseung frowns, holding out the glass bottle for you. your eyes lock and he tries to smile encouragingly, though you’re pretty adamant on staying sober tonight. “it’s really low on alcohol and practically tastes like apple juice.”

“i think i’d just rather drink apple juice.”

he clicks his tongue. “my house, my rules, and i hereby instate a house-wide ban on regular apple juice.” he shakes his head disapprovingly, eliciting a giggle from you.

“wow,” you remark sarcastically. “what did apple juice ever do to you?” you stifle an amused laugh, lifting your cup to take a sip of water.

“well, it’s stopping me from offering drinks to cute girls, apparently.”

you almost choke on your water at his words, mostly from being caught off-guard. he gapes at you as you cough and splutter, though it’s only a matter of seconds before you recover and you desperately try to conceal any and all shreds of embarrassment.

“to be, um, fair, you weren’t exactly stopped from offering.” you manage to say, trying to brush it off with a laugh. “you still offered; i just said no.”

heeseung’s eyes circle. “wait wait wait, you thought i was talking about you?”

oh.

oh fuck.

did you just wrongly assume he was hitting on you?

your eyes widen with mortification, while your mouth flies open so you can start backtracking. oh god, you’re already ready to bolt your way out of this party and never come back.

however, heeseung suddenly ruptures into laughter, and though it takes a few seconds of stunned silence, you finally realise that he’s pulling your leg.

he’s teasing you.

“i hate you,” you huff in relief, shoulders deflating as you take another sip of water from your cup. heeseung’s laughs slowly fade, and that’s when he finally holds out the same glass bottle of apple cider again.

“ha, you’re too cute.” heeseung snorts. “but in all seriousness, you need to try some. it’s really good.”

you squint at him playfully, pressing your lips into a thin line. “do you swear on your first-born child that it is, in fact, really good?” you grin, though inwardly you wonder why it feels so easy to talk to him like this. though you’re not normally a brick wall to talk to, there’s usually always an inherent awkwardness when talking to strangers — heeseung, however, makes all that awkwardness dissolve.

he makes it feel as though you’ve been friends for a while now; that conversations like these are a subset of a routine.

you don’t feel so on edge when you’re around him.

“yep.” he nods confidently, flashing you a charming grin. “in fact, i even swear on my second-born child. heck, throw my third-born child in there too.”

“something tells me you’re not going to be the best father.” you stifle a laugh when he nods solemnly in agreement.

he sighs. “daddy issues, am i right?”

when alcohol tastes good, you know you’re in trouble.

at least, trouble is exactly where you find yourself, because it’s been hours since you were supposed to leave, though you’ve been stuck to heeseung’s hip all night, and he’s been continuously feeding you delicious apple juice that tastes so much better than regular juice.

so.

much.

better.

fun fact: you apparently love apple ciders now.

you also love soju.

and vodka and coke.

and champagne and orange juice.

actually, you bear a colossal love for all alcoholic drinks that don’t taste alcoholic. the only issue is that they hit you without knowing — unwittingly, you suddenly find yourself way past your tolerance limit; you’re stumbling even while standing still, you’re laughing at everything that moves; and you’re even playing tipsy card games with heeseung while seated at his dining table.

“stop cheating!” you whine, slamming your uno cards onto the table, pouting as you cup your face into your palms.

“man, you are a bad loser,” heeseung snickers, gathering all the cards into a single pile. “but i’m a bad winner, so suck it! ha! now you have to answer — truth or dare?”

“but… but…” you complain, though you soon cover your mouth to conceal yet again another hiccup. heeseung immediately points at you and laughs, while you jut out a lip and pout in misery.

these damn hiccups!

“stop laughing!” you cry. “and fine! um… i choose…” you squint, attempting to conjure a sound thought. truth? dare?

“we don’t have all the time in the world!” heeseung groans. “pick truth!”

and that’s when you flash him a gummy smile. “dare.”

“ha, jokes on you, that was reverse psychology.”

“just shut up and dare me already,” you roll your eyes, taking a sip of another apple cider, honestly unconcerned with whichever choice. truthfully, you’re too wrapped up in the fact that this night is turning out much more fun than you intended. sure, there are still many hours to go, but you’re inwardly ecstatic that your first senior party is this memorable.

heeseung’s nice.

he’s fun, he’s warm, and though you’re poking fun at him most of the time, he makes you feel like you’re welcome here.

heeseung chuckles. “okay, hm…” he seems to survey the area around you both. from where you’re both seated, a view into the kitchen and his living room is granted. now that the party is in full swing, there are people littered everywhere — and if they’re not inside, they’re likely tucked away into the backyard where the barbeque lies.

“hm, i… dare… you… to…” heeseung taps his chin, squinting with thought, before snapping his fingers as he reaches a decision. “dance with a stranger!”

“what?” you shriek, immediately shaking your head. “i can’t do that!”

“why not?” he retorts. “it’s easy! just walk up to them and start twerking! you know what? i can show you. jongseong taught me.”

you burst into laughter at the thought of heeseung shaking his ass. oh god. and you feel yourself uncontrollably laugh at the thought of him getting taught by jongseong. “please, i do not need to be scarred by that sight!”

“you don’t know what you’re missing out,” heeseung jests, “but come on! let’s dance!”

he grabs your wrist and pulls you out from your seat on the dining table. but he’s too quick — your foot gets caught, and you trip over one of the chairs’ legs, causing you to stand quickly, though you stumble straight into heeseung.

ah!

heeseung’s lucky enough to catch you, though you’re startled by the sudden feeling of his arms around you. you’re about to regain control over your balance to remove yourself from the situation, when suddenly, you feel a force yank you backwards.

you yelp in surprise, stumbling backward now, until you feel a soft thud that marks your spine landing into somebody else’s chest.

“watch it,” a low voice hisses, which you instantly recognise.

you freeze.

jongseong.

you practically jump off him, instead springing toward heeseung’s direction. you twirl around and scowl at jongseong, disgusted by the sight of his existence. why does he always manage to show up and ruin the fun?

“oh, hey, jongie!” heeseung beams, seemingly nonchalant to the way you and jongseong are scowling at one another. “what’s up?”

“i need to talk to piggy,” jongseong nudges his head toward you, eyes bouncing between you and heeseung.

“ew," is all you have to say. ew. just ew.

jongseong briefly swings his head to the side, scoffing in annoyance. “look, i don’t want to talk to your piggy ass either! but it’s about riki — his parents want him home, and he’s vomiting. i need his address asap.”

you freeze.

“wait, what?” you gasp, taking a few steps toward jongseong. “oh my god, is he okay?” you ask worriedly.

“he’s fine, just give me his address—”

“i’ll drive,” you nod agreeably. “i can drive him!”

“can you please think with at least two brain cells?” jongseong scoffs, reaching over as he pushes back your forehead with a finger. “you’ve been drinking, you piggy idiot.”

oh.

right.

“did you know that drinking while driving is illegal?” jongseong asks you with condescension, “or shall i say it in your language again? oink oink oink oink oink oink oink—”

“argh, shut up!” you snap, fuming. “fine, but don’t call me an idiot!” you scowl at his action, grumpily rubbing your forehead from his touch. “then i’ll pay for an uber, because you drive like a crazy person.”

“with what money?” he snickers. “did you get a part time job at piggies r us? waitressing at oink oink cafe?”

you fold your arms and outwardly scowl. “you know, you keep recycling the same jokes over and over again. why don’t you get creative for once? and hey, at least i know how to drive. didn’t it take you, like, two tries to get your licence?”

he gasps. “the first time wasn’t my fault! my instructor felt sick for a reason unrelated to my driving!”

“yeah, yeah,” you sneer, dismissing him with a wave. “excuses, excuses.”

“wait, wait!” heeseung interrupts, yelling as he waves his arms around to stop you and jongseong from physically brawling. it’s a good call, because you were just about to grab his shoulders and shove your knee straight into his balls.

“why don’t you just go with him?” heeseung smiles, holding your shoulders as he faces you seriously. “you can give him directions to riki’s house and also make sure he doesn’t crash into a tree.”

“are you asking me to babysit this little freak show?” you frown, inwardly whining when you think of having to deal with jongseong for a whole car ride. god, you think you want to shoot yourself.

“sure, why not?” heeseung chuckles. “i’ll give you some pocket money if you do.”

“wow,” you roll your eyes playfully. “how kind of you.”

“so what do you say, jongie?” heeseung turns toward his friend, and you soon follow his line of sight.

jongseong narrows his eyes at the both of you. the edges of his lips sink while his brows knit together. his eyes land on heeseung’s hands on your shoulder before he scoffs once, turning on his heels while shoving his hands in his pockets.

“why would i care? do whatever you want.”

//

to be continued.

author's note: hi everyone!!! thank u so much for reading chapter two (finally!) ;-; sorry the update took so long asl;kdjf i'll be quicker next time for sure, tho i hope u liked it regardless!!! and YESSSSS heeseung entrance finally 🤪 can u tell im in love with him ;-; also im sorry if this chapter was just absolutely horrible ASDLKFJD ngl i was half dead while writing it so uh i'm not even sure any of this makes sense???? BTW ARE WE STILL TEAM PIGGY/BALDIE OR HAS HEESEUNG CHANGED OUR MINDS????? anyway id really appreciate it if u could support me via liking + reblogging if u enjoyed it !! :> otherwise have an amazing day/night <333 p.s. the taglist is open! if u wanna join, just leave an ask or reply to this post! :>

[butterfliesluke]

Ex trouble:

Request: Y/n and Luke are married. Luke's ex Sierra keeps bothering them tho even tho Y/n is pregnant. It goes as far as that they have to call the police.

Requested by: emmyb.allen1 (this is for a request no hate towards Sierra)

A/N: Sure thing! Enjoy!

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Y/n's POV:

The light breeze of summer air was hitting my face. My body sprawled out on the bed.

My back against Luke's warm chest as my eyes fluttered open. A smile on my lips as I felt warmth curled up against my belly.

Little paws pushed against it. Petunia has been always attached to me since the day I moved in with my at the time boyfriend.

Now Husband. But since I got pregnant she was practically guard dog.

I scratched her head smiling before turning around slightly. Luke's eyes shut closed.

His eyelashes laying against his cheeks. His hair messy against the pillows.

My finger went up to poke his cheek with a cheeky smile.

A groan leaving his lips as he opened his ocean blue eyes with a glare.

,,Just cause you are carrying my child doesn't mean you can be cheeky darling." He mumbled making me giggle.

A sudden ping interrupting my planned sassy remark.

His phone lighting up on his nightstand. I huffed annoyed.

Since Luke's ex found out about my pregnancy she apparently noticed how much she still loves him.

Don't understand me wrong. I always had respect for Sierra. But this is going to far.

,,If it's her again I will actually give birth and then jump out if the window." I laughed making Lu chuckle.

,,Don't stress about it love. It's bad for our little bean." He whispered against my lips before pressing a kiss against them.

He sat up grabbing his phone. Before slandering into the bathroom.

I sighed before turning to piggy who was now sitting up next to me.

,,Goodmorning pup!" I whispered smiling.

After we got ready for the day Luke and I decided to go out for lunch with the boys.

We all sat in the back of the little diner.

,,I'll have..the chicken Alfredo with garlic bread..but could I get the garlic bread on a different plate? I don't like my food touching." Michael murmured.

The waited giving him a side eye meaning he will definitely spit in our food after that.

Crystal shaking her head with a smile.

,,Ofcourse..I'll be back with your drinks." She sighed and turned around.

,,Why is she making such a fuss? It's literally her job!" I laughed as Luke wrapped his hand around my shoulder.

,,I don't know! Don't worry Mike." Ashton smiled patting his frowning friends back.

Whose eyes then went wide while looking behind me matching everyone's who was sitting opposite us.

,,Yall look like you saw a ghost!" Luke exclaimed turning around to.

A small curse leaving his lips making me and Calum turn around too.

,,Oh fuck no.." I spat as I watched the one person I least wanted to see walk in the diner.

Sierra. Today is not my day.

,,What the fuck is she doing here?" Kay asked confused as she walked up to our table with an annoying grin.

Luke grabbing my thighs and whispering calm words in my ear.

That didn't help my boiling self tho.

,,What a pleasant surprise! 5sos and their girls! And the one night stand that got pregnant." She teased with an smug pout.

A gasp leaving Crystal's lips.

,,Oh fuck no girl. You are not ruining our day." Luke laughed standing up.

,,Oh Luke..don't get so worked up! We both know she's just a phase." She scoffed.

What the hell. Everyone is looking at us.

,,Sierra I am literally married to him you you blind chicken." I giggled shaking my head.

,,Deaton. Leave before I fucking call the police." Calum threatened also standing up.

Suddenly a glas off tap water being placed infront of me making me realize the waiter is back.

Sierra eyeing the orange juice infront of Luke and the sprite infront of Kay.

Her grabbing them both and with a swing I felt it splash against my shirt and pants and a slap against my cheek.

A yell leaving my body as I looked at her with stunned eyes.

,,Babe! Omg was it something hot? Did it hit your stomach!? Someone call the police right now! " Luke ranted before cupping my face.

His eyes filled with worry and pain.

,,I'm alright lu. It's okay.." I reassured standing up.

,, You guys take a taxi home. We'll handle this from here." Michael spat looking at Sierra.

I nodded standing up with Luke guiding me outside.

I guess this is what it's like being married to a celebrity.

Ex trouble part 2:

Request: Can I Have a Part two where Sierra feels so Guilty

Requested by: emmyb.allen1

A/N:Ofcourse! I tried my best! Hope yall like it was very requested by all of you♥️

THIS IS JUST AN IMAGINE. THE MENTIONED TOPIC DOES NOT APPLY TO SIERRA IN REAL LIFE. WE LOVE HER (no really. I am practically obsessed with her.)

Luke's POV:

It's been a week since the drama all happened.

And I'm still worked up about it. What is the liquid would have been hot? It would have burned her skin.

No matter how much I used to love Sierra. This has gone too far.

The constant stalking, messages, drama.

I'm married for God sakes. The moment she got physical the line got overstepped.

,,What are you still fuming about?" A sweet voice asked making me turn around.

Y/n waddled into the kitchen. Her belly looked like it could explode any second.

Her signature dimply smile flashing across her face.

,,The Sierra thing..." I murmured as she sat down next to me.

Her head falling on my shoulder as her perfume went up my nostrils.

My heart beating faster by the second.

,,Oh Lu. Stop stressing. It turned out fine. She won't bother is anymore." She whispered as I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Management has finally decided to do something about this mess allowing me to be able to never let Sierra near us again.

,,I know...but-"

My sentence got interrupted by the door bell.

Y/n furrowing her eyebrows. ,,Are the boys coming over?" She asked making me shake my head.

,,Mhm maybe it's Crys." She shrugged pressing a kiss to my cheek and standing up.

Running to the door as best she could. A grin on my face. I'm so madly in love.

My day dreaming cut off once I heard a loud ,,LUKE!!" from the hallway.

The Luke that mostly comes when either she is upset with me or she needs me instantly.

My mind running a mile per hour. Did I order something stupid again?

Oh God what did I do?

Jumping up I quickly ran to the door.

My eyes widening as I saw who stood infront of the door.

,,Yeah no. What are you doing here?" I asked crossing my arms, standing next to the shocked Y/n.

Sierras guilty face dropping some more.

I know that face. She really felt bad for something.

,,Luke.. Y/n..I don't know what got into me to be honest. I was hoping I could apologize and maybe explain myself." She muttered.

Her gaze fixed to the ground.

,,There's nothing to ex-" ,,Hush! Sierra this is the last chance. If you try to pull a thing like that again I don't wanna see you again." Y/n, miss sometimes too kind hearted, said.

Sierra had a small smile on her lips before nodding. Us stepping aside and walking into the living room.

,,She better have a good reason." I grumbled making Y/n push me slightly.

,,Negative Nelly.." she spat shaking her allowing me to roll my eyes.

We sat down on the couch. Si taking a huge breath before starting to speak.

,,Firstly..I wanted to say how truly sorry I am. I should not have lashed out on you especially since you are carrying a Child." She said.

Her eyes screaming -I really mean it this time-

A small nod coming from Y/n.

,,And Luke. I really do care about you. I'm sorry for hanging on you even tho you are married." She explained.

My dark eyes turning a shade lighter as I nodded too.

,,The thing is..when I found out your pregnant...my heart shattered." She admitted.

Unexpectedly her eyes filling with fresh tears.

Y/n's face dropping as if she knew something.

,,I-I can't have kids. I found out two months ago." She cried out.

Y/n's eyes filling with tears aswell as I gasped. Even tho she practically turned my life upside down..I was still in love with her a while ago.

,,Oh my..Sierra I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed as Y/n put her hand on hers.

,,I got so jealous and I'm sorry!" She sobbed making our heart shatter.

,,oh shh it's okay..I can't imagine how you feel." Y/n cooed rubbing her shoulder.

My arm coming around Y/n's shoulder as I placed my hand on Sierra's thigh.

Y/n was my everything. My whole world. And her allowing me to have a child is the best gift in the world.

But I can tell the excitement on her face when we talk about welcoming our baby into the world.

She will be an amazing mother and her love for our child is already so huge.

So passionate.

I can't imagine how it is for a woman to find out that she will never be able to have children.

Pulling her into a hug we all stayed close to her.

And in the end...our little girl and Sierra got along so well.

[ponyqueen28]

Muppet Oc:Petunia

Name: Petunia Perkins Nicknames: Petunes(By Some Of The Muppets) Sweetie, Sweetheart, Honey,(By Miss Piggy) Darling, Dear, My Dear, Dearest, Love, My Love,(By Uncle Deadly) Gender: Female. Birthplace: Boston New York. Species: A Sheep Lamb. Sexuality: Bisexual And Polyamorous Personality: Shy, Soft-Spoken, Intelligent, Loving, Helpful, Sweet, Creative, Helpful. Hard-Working. Autistic,

Appearance: A Young Magenta Colored Sheep Lamb With Soft Seafoam Green Eyes Wearing A Light Aquamarine Colored And Sequin Decaled Blouse And Teal Colored Skirt While Maintaining A Light Sapphire Purse Around Her Waist, And Yellowish Blond Hair Tied In A Bun And With Some Peach Colored Highlights In It.

Family: Rocky Perkins(Father) Scarlet Perkins(Mother) Jade Perkins(Older Sister) Trixie Perkins(Eldest Sister)

Interests: Drawing, Sketching, Reading, Singing, Being With Friends, Music.

Likes: Singing, The Muppets, Helping Out Others, Drawing And Sketching, Reading, Going On Adventures, Cute Animals,

Dislikes: Any Of Her Friends In Danger, Getting Hurt Or Upset. Mean People, Bullies, Bad Guys, Making Mistakes, The Moopets, Constantine, The Muppirates(She's Neutral With Them)

Romantic Partner: Uncle Deadly And Sam The Eagle.

History: Petunia Was Born And Raised In Boston New York With Her Mother Who Was A Pawn Shop Boutique Owner Selling Many Gems And Crystals, Her Father Who Was A Con Artist, And Her Two Older Sisters Jade And Trixie, Petunia Was The Youngest Daughter Of The Family And The Runt Of Her Family, And Having Autism Herself She Was Always So Shy And Self Conscious About Herself Making Her A Bit Anti Social, However She Was Very Good Drawing Sketches Showing Her Creative Side. How She Came To Be Part Of The Muppets:As Petunia Grew Older, She Decided To Start An Independent Life Of Her Own, So She Took A Train From Boston New York All The Way To L.A California Where She Made Herself Comfortable At A Nice Little Apartment, While There Petunia Noticed A Sign Saying ''Workers For The Muppets Needed.'' The Little Sheep Lamb Knew This Was Her Chance To Show Her Special Talents Especially With A Famous Group Like The Muppets, So She Went To The Muppets Studios And Was Hired As A Sketch Artist For Dress Designs And Outfits And Became Part Of The Team. While Working For The Muppets She Became Quickly Friends With Them As Like A Second Family To Her. Petunia Often Looked Up To Kermit And Saw Him As An Father Figure To Him, She Also Looked Up To Miss Piggy As Well Seeing Her As An Older Sister Figure As They Would Bond Together, Have Girl Nights Out And Chatting About The Gossip Going On And Of Course, Talking About Their Boyfriends. She Saw Fozzie, Gonzo, Pepe, Rizzo, Walter, And Scooter As Her Older Brother Figures, As She Came Across Uncle Deadly, She Was Stunned Of His Appearance From Such A Debonair And Bold Dragon, With Deadly Surprised And Relived By The Fact Petunia Didn't Run Away From Him Or Become Scared Like Other Muppets Do, And They Fell In Love Together, With Petunia Often Helping Deadly With Some Wardrobe Designs, When Sam First Met Petunia, He Wasn't Sure To Make Her Thinking She Might Be Another Silly Weirdo Muppet Like The Others, But As Time Went On, He Noticed Despite Being Naive And Ditzy She Was Sweet And Smart As Well, And Often Thinks To Himself ''At Least She's A Cute Weirdo.'' And The Two Fell In Love As Well.

Voice Claim: I Was Thinking About Either Melissa Rauch(Bernadette From Big Bang Theory) Or Kate Micucci( The Voice Of Sadie From Steven Universe And Webby From Ducktales 2017) Would Fit Her Voice Very Well,

And Well I Guess That's It, Hope You Guys Enjoyed My Muppet Oc Bio. Sorry If It Looks Awkard But I Tried My Best. If You Have Any Questions Or Thoughts About Her, Don't Be Afraid To Ask!

Tag List:

@devilsrecreation @rikareena @spidermup @iwishiwasamuppet @darrowfire15

[qsphyxias]

ᵇᵃᶜᵒⁿ.

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; it's a sunny day out, and so you guys are in the outdoors, fooling around. um, basically just an outdoor date scenario.

warnings ; reader is gender-neutral, mention of getting sunburned, cussing, fluff, all around weird thoughts, doofs, and silliness.

note ; sorry if the song doesn't rlly suit the imagine, but i had been listening to this song on repeat and all my inspiration had come from it so it's only appropriate to credit it, right? haha idk what I'm saying :)

words ; 0.6k +

⊱ ────── {⋅.𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬.⋅} ────── ⊰

"it's so hot outside, i think my legs and arms are frying like barbecue pork," kokichi complained as he flailed his arms, groaning as he eyed the red-spots on his thighs. he had most likely gotten himself sunburnt, the consequence of saying that, and i quote,

"sunscreen is for losers and cowards."

"i'm like...bacon." kokichi dazed, gaze drifting off into the distance as he seemed to be in a mental dimension you had no access to.

"shut up." you laughed, jabbing the plush skin of kokichi's puffed-out cheeks.

"owie, ow! why!? you're so mean, s/o!" kokichi whined.

not missing a beat, he took your vulnerable moment of laughing your ass off to his advantage, avenging himself as he tackled you to the grassy ground, revenge planned to perfection as he cradled your face into his hands.

"boooooop." kokichi giggled, pressing your nose down into a pig-like shape with his thumbs. his smile had grown so big it had actually started to strain his already adorably elastic cheeks.

"who's bacon now?"

your laughter only seemed to grow at the sound of your own nasally voice. "still you."

there was a small pink tint of flush at the tops of kokichi's cheekbones, a shade so light it could easily be mistaken for the bright sunlight. even so, you hadn't failed to notice the barely visible colour.

you hadn't failed to obsess over it either.

as you reached up to cup the curve of your palm on his pale cheek, kokichi flinched away, the action was nearly unnoticeable — but not unnoticeable by you. he still had some trouble with receiving affection, you concluded.

even so, he decided he'd lean into your palm anyway, enjoying the warmth of your hand just a little too much.

"pfft, what are you doing this time, huh? you really like my cheeks that bad? that's such a perverse body part of all things, but i guess it'd be hypocritical of me to kinksh-" you rolled over, resting yourself onto your forearms as you brought your face all the way down, so close that you were both kissing noses.

kokichi was caught off-guard, no matter how much he tried to conceal it with his blank stare — it was like that was the only time he truly expressed his emotions, if that was even classified as an emotion at all.

"why don't we both be bacon?"

"nah, you can be miss piggy, and i'll be kermit." he spoke nonchalantly, purple gaze still glued onto your stunning eyes.

"fat chance." you laughed once more, breaking kokichi's nonchalant demeanor as a small smile broke out on his own sun-kissed face.

"you laugh weird." kokichi blurted out in a small panic, not liking the way his heart palpitated so strongly as he had let his eyes scan your smiling face. he stifled the snort erupting up from his throat as he watched you react to his abrupt comment, face still slightly red — to which he hoped you wouldn't notice.

"no, i don't ; shut up. you literally laugh like a fucking horse— nishishi? what the fuck is that?" you countered a little too defensively, sneering as you leaned in closer to look him dead in the eye playfully— as if you couldn't get any more intense with your mutual staring contest.

kokichi scoffed at your direct comment at his signature phrase, looking somewhat irritated before he burst out into tears, causing you to flinch away as stray droplets had somehow flown into your eye.

"uwah! i was just lying, but it's clear that you weren't! s/o is the meanest! mean, mean, mean!" his fists gently, but still dramatically pounded into your chest in a rampage, causing inconsequential thumps to echo throughout your body.

"fine, fine, i'm sorry, you want kisses for your little boo-boo on your heart? huh?" you teased, lips feathering onto his as you curved your back to push your head closer to his.

the tears stopped and vaporized into the air as kokichi closed his eyes, letting you mould your lips with his gently, just like you always had been with his heart.

gentle.

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

[notnctu]

nct 127 as cliche quotes❀

『 nct 127 as cliche quotes about love & some more 』 genre - pure fluff member x gender neutral reader (i tried my best ;-;) [a/n] hi yall this is author doie❀ i really ditched watching my lectures to write this so pls leave me feedback if u like dis bc would really appreciate it hehee i am now behind on school work hahaha i love bad decisions!! 

➳ MOON TAEIL - ❝ i love you to the moon and back ❞

“sugar”, “my only one”, “bubby”, long phone calls, suffocating hugs, goofy dancing to loud music, jumping on the bed, picnics in the field, regular date nights, goodmorning/night kisses, food adventures, light snores, tiny grins at the mention of you, wherever he goes: the sun follows, you are his stars. 

taeil has the whole universe to thank for your simple existence. he’ll take you star gazing and point out everything he loves about you. because if there is anything he loves more in the world, is how his night sky complemented you. His love for you runs deep and stretches far, resonating high in the galaxies. Incomparable lengths of love that cannot be expressed without metaphors. He’s constant reminders of how fitting you two are. he’ll make way for your shining light, even if that meant he disappears during the day. but he’ll always be there for your nights. 

➳ LEE TAEYONG - ❝ love is patient ❞

“darling”, “bub”, “angel”, 3am cuddles to calm your nightmares, hours of gentle whispers of sweet nothings, softest touches, nose kisses, quick pecks on the lip, afternoon naps, long walks in the park hand in hand, he is the light in your darkness.

taeyong would wait until the ends of the earth for your healing. for your journey to self love, he’ll be there every step of the way. he’ll make sure every hurt disappears, if that had to mean small sacrifices of himself. because to him, you always come first. he’ll listen to your complains, he’ll understand your burdens, he’ll remember your heavy sighs. he’s the first call you make in the morning. you are his last call he makes at night. he is meaningful talks and supportive words. he’s the reassurance that never falters. he’s the strength at your weakest.

➳ SUH JOHNNY - ❝ i love you, not only for you what you are, but for what i am when i am with you ❞

“hottie”, “tiny” (regardless of height), “babygirl/boy”, most comforting hugs, humbling conversations, piggy back rides, hand on your thigh while driving, comfy hoodies and pj pants, weekend adventures, long road trips, polaroids, subtle matching outfits, he makes you a better version of yourself. 

johnny’s big heart had the ability to touch even the coldest of people. he’ll hold you in his lap and tell you to reach beyond the stars. he is your number one supporter in every aspect of life, the world’s best hype man. you complement everything. he’s lucky to have you. he wants absolutely no one else in the world, but you. you are an evolution to be explored. he has an attracting personality that you can’t get enough of. he’ll show you the world through his modest lens, correcting your ignorance in the most respectful way. role model, constantly improving. he is your guide through a complex world. 

➳ NAKAMOTO YUTA - ❝ love has no flaws ❞

“cutie”, “love”, “your name”, intense admiring stares, a love that cannot be contained, cheek kisses, kissing to the sunset, happiness at your fingertips, constant teasing, small screams of excitement, honey dripping praises, you are his daydreams.

yuta acknowledges you for who you are, what you make up. there is no effort for change because he genuinely loves you for all of you. to him, you are the perfect human being, where flaws are seen as a part of your beauty. he loves you enough for the both of you. encourages, versus criticism. he has nothing but admiration for your physical attributes and stunning personality. all he needs from you is a simple loving gaze, or a comforting hold. you could do no wrong. you are excellence in your own uniqueness. you are the reasons behind his growing smiles. he never asks for more than needs, though over extends himself to you. he sees you truly for the real you. 

➳ KIM DOYOUNG - ❝ actions speak louder than words ❞

“sweetie/heart”, “honey”, always reaching for your hand to hold, flustered compliments, nervous laughter, sweet red cheeks, dainty promise rings, comfortable silences, homemade dinners, reassuring hand on your knee, your favorite book of poems, thick skin, confused funny facial expressions, you are his comfort.

doyoung often times stammers over his thoughts. he is usually a collected person, but you always break his guard down. he is unspoken words, and sweaty hands. he’s tender touches and quiet looks. the mutual atmosphere of knowing you love each other. Sweet talks on your end, and shy, bashful smiles on his. he’s at your will and call. he’s drop everything for you. he’s daily gestures to minimize inconvenience. if his love for you is questioned, he’d respond with a snarky none of your business. because frankly, he didn’t need anyone else to know besides you how much he loves you. 

➳ JUNG JAEHYUN - ❝ it was love at first sight ❞

“baby”, “princess/prince”, “my dear”, charming smiles, arm around the waist, bouquet of your favorite flowers just because, the sweetest love you’d ever find, shy gazes, butterflies in your stomach, comfort in his cuddles, blissful sugary kisses, don’t blink! or you’ll miss him: he’s every meticulous, beautiful detail of life. 

jaehyun knew the moment he laid eyes on you that he wanted to spend his days with you. on the contrary, he loves your personality the most but never fails to boast about how you are the most beautiful person ever. you take his breath away. he makes your heart race. gets shy at the thought of you, but drones on for hours about how happy you make him. he’s every love language combined into one. he’s sometimes a timid character, a bit shy. you are the center of attention because he loves to see you glow. he knows he’s in love with you. he’s found the only you, who makes him fall in love with life. he’s a happily ever after. 

➳ KIM JUNGWOO - ❝ opposites attract ❞

“bud”, “babe”, “pumpkin”, staying up and loving you until dawn, teary eyed uncontrollable laughter, loud confessions of love, a love so random that it keeps you on your toes, love bites that are purposefully hard to cover, gentle hand squeezes when he holds your hand, adorable sound effects, half of a whole: he completes you. 

jungwoo loves your differences the most. it gives him another perspective to marvel in. bc it gave you two a stronger bond. he didn’t believe in a perfect love --- no --- he believes in hard work and dedication. he knew the day you two met, he was determined to make things work. because he fell in love with everything you were that he was not. you are the caution to his wind. unknowingly, you fill the rest of who he has always admired and wanted to achieve. and together, you two are unstoppable. you are his missing puzzle piece. he is the acceptance you needed. he’s an one in a million. 

➳ LEE MARK - ❝ loving you is too easy ❞

“my person”, “best friend”, “love of my life”, truly a boy next door who falls for the person next door, always thinking of you, secret kisses when no one is looking, playful shared giggles, the widest smiles, never a doubt in mind, late night drives, you are his match made in heaven.

communication is your strongest asset in the relationship. the best parts of mark are his understanding and considerate nature. he gets you better than anyone you’ve ever known. he makes sure you’re seen, appreciated. you are everything he’s been searching for. you are the definition of an ideal partner. there’s never a question of your relationship, he makes sure you are loved. whether that be through grabbing you lunch out of his way. whether that be asking about your day. whether that be forehead kisses in the mornings. whether that be a long speech of why he loves you. he is the true meaning of good vibes. he didn’t have anything to dislike. loving him was the best and easiest decision of your life. he is the best you’ve ever had.

➳ LEE DONGHYUCK - ❝ love comes when you least expect it ❞

“wifey/hubby”, “my everything”, “soulmate”, the emotional 4am thoughts of self worth, a cathartic epiphany, a love that’s always been in front of you, light banter, snarky sly smirks, always holding you in some way, belting notes in the shower, late night serenades, cheek squishing, he’s a wish upon a star.

donghyuck has always been there for you and that is something unchanging. he’s bringing you dinner after long nights of studying. he’s showing at your door step when you need someone to comfort you. he is there for every lost cause of a relationship. the pick up the pieces and mend you back together. when you had given up on love, he never gave up on you. it took one fun drunk night and a lingering touch on your cheek for you to realize that his love for you had always been there. he wanted you more than any person in your life. all it took was him to realize that he was never going to leave you. he is the last person you would expect to be your’s. but you are the first person he wishes happiness for. he is a one true love. 

[generouspeachheart]

I find it hard to find someone like you

So, I wrote something... I was reading a Spencer Reid x reader fanfic, listening to Doja Cat and this popped into my head. This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. This is supposed to be an introduction aka Chapter 1 of a story i want to write. Enjoy, i guess! If anyone has any feedback, feel free to message me!

Summary: Spencer and Y/N are both pinning after eachother. Spencer is ready to confess his love, Y/N is too. What they don’t suspect though, is Y/N’s dark past to creep up on her.

Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pinning. If i missed any, let me know!

Words:1,971

When Hotch announced to the team that the case is officially closed and we were free to go, you were exited to say the least. You hadn’t been feeling your best for the past couple of days. You had a huge fight with your mom and have been trying to get over The Crush. This crush you have on Dr. Reid isn’t the smartest thing, but you can’t help it. Every time he stars talking about something ultra -interesting regarding the case you’re currently working on, he apologises for his ramblings and doesn’t finish what he started. And every time you say Go on I wanna hear what you have to say, he would flush his cute little cheeks and stutter through the rest of the ramble. He sometimes brings you coffee in the morning and when you’re flying on the jet for a case, he always starts up a conversation about some classic he noticed you were reading or knows you had read. He was just the sweetest little thing and you couldn’t help falling for him. But, as you had been a rather new addition to the team, you thought that this was just simply how he was. Until you talked to Garcia.

“He totally likes you!” she screamed in your face one night after a particularly bad case. You sometimes invite her over just to help you sleep better or to just gossip over wine; take your mind off the case. “He’s like that with everyone…” “Y/N.. you don’t actually believe that?” You look down at the floor. “Oh, you sweet little thing. He is definitely not like that with everyone.” “Okay, I’ll humor that. But still, we have a super nice friendship and I don’t want to ruin that. What if he doesn’t like me as much as I like him and just considers me a close friend?” ”Y/N…” ”Could you please drop it Pen, I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” “Sure thing, Boss Lady.”

“Alright, who’s up for a drink?” Derek asks as he turns to the team, pointing fingers at all of us. Emily nods. “Boss Lady?” he asks you. ”I think I’ll have to pass.” “No, but you’re so fun!” cries Emily. “Sorry guys, I can’t I have…” “A date?” Derek asks. “Yep” I say smugly. you notice out of the corner of your eyes, Spencer quickly packing up his stuff to avoid looking at you. “If you can call a bottle of wine and an easel a date.” Spencer raises his head at that. “That’s too bad, Pretty Lady.” “See ya tomorrow, beefcake!” You stand up to leave and wave to all the others as you get to the elevator. “Goodbye everyone.” The others murmur a goodbye to you as well. As the elevator door close, you hear a voice call out. “Hold the door!”. You’d recognize that voice everywhere. It’s the voice you dream of after all. You hold the door and Spencer goes to stand next to you. “Thank you Y/N.” “You’re welcome Spencer-nova.” He looks down at the floor, smiling. He’s quite fond of the nickname you gave him. “So, got any plans for the rest of the evening?” I ask, striking up a conversation just to hear his voice. “Well, I was planning to do some more research on The Cross-Cultural Perspective but after this case I think I’m just going to reread ‘Great Expectations’.” You smile at that. “You know, I did a thesis on that.” “The Great Expectations?” That gets a laugh out of you, which makes Spencer’s soft lips turn into a big grin. “No, on the Cross-Cultural Perspective.” “Oh, I didn’t know that”. He looks surprised. Almost too surprised.

Of course Spencer knew you did a thesis on that. He read it. Seven times. When he heard you were coming to work for the BAU, he went through all of your academic achievements. He just wanted to strike up a conversation about something you are interested in, because usually you talk about his interests. “Yeah, back in college.” “Maybe I should read those then”. “Maybe I should read them to you some time”. Spencer breath hitches. He wasn’t expecting you to propose such a thing. He was delighted by the idea, but his brain couldn’t really catch up with his mouth. “Um…do you…I mean you could…I would… l-like that, I would like that very much.” The tips of his ears turn pink. Bingo. You have successfully flirted with Spencer. Go you! This wasn’t the first time you flirted with Spencer. You have tried many times but to no avail. Even if he would get flustered, he thought you were simply joking, and that that was just how you treated everyone in the team. I mean, you call Derek beefcake, so he just assumed you were joking. Besides, why would someone as smart, gorgeous and extroverted as you want to flirt with someone like Spencer? That just didn’t make sense. But you had been acting strange for the past couple of weeks, following, what he assumed to be, some sort of a fight. He didn’t know whether this fight was with a friend or with a family member, but your eyes just seemed sad. You would zone out sometimes and Spencer got worried. So it was nice to know the jokes were back. Even if your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

As the elevator doors to the garage open up, you turned to Spencer. “We’ll see what we can do about the reading, Dr. Reid. Until then, have a good night!” you say, turning around to get to your car. “Good night to you too, Y/N!”

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A couple of hours and glasses of wine later, you stood in your living room, ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat blasting from the speaker, and a brush in your hand, you heard a slight noise from the bedroom. Paying it no mind, you went to the kitchen to get a bottle opener, coming back to you living room to finish mixing the paint. You empty the bottle of Rose, and start mixing the colors together. Grabbing the now finished glass bottle, you throw it in the air so when it lands back in your hand you’re holding the neck of the bottle. You turn around quickly, the bottom of the bottle colliding with the head of a bulky man, dressed in all black, who had broken into your apartment through the bedroom window. Amongst many things that made you spectacular, was the way you pay attention to your surroundings. You were able to point out even the slightest of changes in the air. “Who the hell are you, and why are you here?” you demand, taking out the handcuffs you took from the drawer in the kitchen and putting in on mans wrists. He didn’t provide an answer. Then you heard a knock at the door. Bending down and taking the gun you keep under your coffee table, you get to the front door. Opening the door, with your hand on the trigger, you see Spencer. He sees the gun before he sees you and puts his hands in the air. “Spencer-nova? What are you doing here?” You ask, opening the door wider, signaling for him to come in. “What’s going on Y/N? Are you okay?” not answering your question. “I’m fine, someone tried breaking into my apartment.”

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Some time later, the suspect sat in the interrogation room, handcuffed to the chair he was sitting on. “I’m only going to ask you this once, fucker” You say, opening the door to the interrogation room, slamming your hands on the table. “Who do you work for?” “Why do you think I work for anybody?” “Oh, so the little piggy talks, huh? That’s a relief.” “I don’t work for anybody, I just broke in to steal your stuff. I wasn’t expecting you to be fucking James Bond.” “So, you’re telling me you just happened to come across my apartment, and decited to break in?” “Exactly!”

“He’s telling the truth.” Hotch concludes as you exit the room. “Are you sure? Because it doesn’t seem random to me.” “As far as I can tell, he was there to steal something from you.” That doesn’t make sense. Why would he break into my apartment just to steal something? He could’ve waited while I’m not home to do that. I work 15 hours a day, that would definitely be more sufficient. “Were going to arrest him for attempted robbery but that’s about all we can do for now. If you have anything else, run it by me.” “You got it, Boss”

“Hey Y/N, you got anything?” Spencer asks, seeing me ending the conversation with Hotch. “Nothing, no. But it still seems weird.” Spencer takes a look at you as you go to the elevators. Hotch requested you go home and deal with this tomorrow. And since Spencer lives somewhat close, he was instructed to stay with you tonight, seeing as he’s also the one who drove you to the station.

Spencer just now noticed how good you looked tonight. Your hair was in a messy bun, you wore a simple black T-shirt with a name of, what seems to be, a rock band on the front. You had on a long, flowy black skirt and an oversized silky white shirt. You looked absolutely stunning.

With the adrenaline wearing down and the alcohol you consumed coming back to you, you felt really tired. The drive to your apartment complex was mostly quiet, excluding the radio which was playing a familiar song softly. “Look, you don’t have to stay tonight. You live a block away anyway, ill just call you if I need anything.” You couldn’t bear Spencer being so close to you tonight. But he wanted nothing more. He didn’t want to leave you alone, especially not after what happened tonight. He was worried. He wanted to protect you. He opened his mouth to disagree but as he saw the way your eyes were closing and he couldn’t help but shut it. Tonight wasn’t the night then. He wanted to check up on you after you were acting weird the whole week. Surely you would call him if you need him. You’re a grown woman, you can take care of yourself. “Let me at least walk you to your door. Check if there’s anyone else there?” “Fine, Spence, you can walk me to my door.” As much as you didn’t want him there, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the proposal. That man would be the death of you.

“There, no ones here. You can go now.” You felt bad for making him go home after he was instructed to stay, but you just couldn’t. Sleeping in the same apartment just knowing there is a slight possibility you could be sleeping next to him, cuddled up in his arms, could kill you. Exiting the door to your apartment, Spencer turns to look at you. He extends his pinky finger towards you. “Promise me you’ll call if you feel unsafe?” You hook you pinky with his. “I promise, Spence.” Even the slight contact with your skin makes Spencers heart flutter. He unhooks his finger and starts to walk away, towards the exit. “Hey.” The softness in your voice makes him halt. Turning around he sees you, slight smile on your lips and your hands behind your back. “Thank you, Spence. Thank you for…you know…caring about me.” “Of course, Y/N. And don’t worry about it. I’m here.” As you wave goodbye, the small smile on your face pulls at Spencers heartstrings. He wishes he said what he came over to say to you.

As you close the door, you walk up to your coffee table, opening the bottle of wine, you sit on the floor, your back to the sofa. Why couldn’t you say what you really want to say?

[holylulusworld]

Miss Piggy

Summary: You are head over heels for your elder brother’s best friend – sadly he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Rogers!Reader, Steve x Sister!Reader, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, language, Bucky being a douche, mentions of violence, remorse, awful dates, mentions of sex

Music blares through the night. You can smell the booze and beer in your brother's living room, just like cheap perfume and sweat as his friends talk, drink, and laugh.

Steve insisted that you shall join the party. Working the whole week and spending your time in your room is not the way he imagined how you spend your life.

“Get a beer, relax and dance with the girls.” Steve tries to make you feel comfortable around his friends, but most of the time you feel like you do not belong.

Nat, Wanda, and Carol are nice, but the other girls drawn to your brother and his friends, are always bitching around.

While Steve’s female friends are nice, even drag you out of your shell sometimes the other girls seem to do not like you.

Maybe it’s as Steve focusses his attention on you, his sister, when you are around or that you do not drink until you pass out, but they always find a reason to make you feel unwelcome.

“You look pretty tonight, Y/N. I bet all the guys in this room, except for your brother, of course, will lose their heart to you.” Sam Wilson, Mr. Charming in flesh and blood takes your hand to lead you toward Clint and Wanda.

“There she is!” Wanda smirks, looking you all over before she gives you an approving hum. “You bought a pink one! Me too!” Wanda wears a pink top, white skinny jeans and matching pink heels. “We look like twins.”

“I must admit, Wanda is right.” Clint snickers as the redhead gives him a thumb up at his comment. “You look stunning, just like Miss Maximoff. I bet Bucky will finally make a move.” You like Clint, but sometimes his mouth is faster than his brain.

Just like right now. While he blurs out the words two of the girls who tried to get Steve’s and Bucky’s attention start to giggle before they run off.

“I don’t think so…” Grumbling you take the beer Sam offers, returning his soft smile. “I am not the kind of girl Bucky would ask out. We are friends, that’s all.”

“He calls you doll; Y/N. Bucky never called any other girl like that.” Natasha insists as she steps closer.

“Our shy guy is watching you since you entered the room. I can tell he does not want to hold hands or crap. His looks are full of hunger…”

“Don’t scare her, Nat. Let’s make sure he will dance with our fledgling.” Clint grins as he strides toward Steve to distract your brother long enough for Bucky to make a move.

“Go and get the guy. Just walk over there and ask him about his new bike. You know, he bought a new one last week. It’s black and he asked someone to give the bike a nice ‘tattoo’ in a week.” Wanda shoves you toward Bucky.

You want to talk to him, want to ask him about the bike, just like Wanda suggested but two girls flank his side and he seems to enjoy their company.

Before you can even say ‘hi’ to your brothers’ best friend one of the girl's eyes you up and down, snorting at your pink dress.

“What does Miss Piggy want here? Did Stevie invite everyone in town or is she a clown?” The girl snickers and you feel your heart drop.

You liked the dress, Wanda liked it too, but that girl looks at you as if you are wearing a clown suit.

“I guess Stevie wanted her to have fun,” Bucky smirks as you look down your body to find a reason why the girl laughed about you. “I guess she stole the dress from Miss Piggy to impress the boys.”

The words coming from the man you admire, even secretly are in love with feel like someone stabbed your heart, twisted the knife, and carved it out of your chest.

“Look at the little girl. I guess she’s about to cry…” The other girl coos and you turn on your heels before you storm out of the room to run upstairs.

Natasha and Wanda call your name, even run after you while Sam storms toward Bucky, followed by a very pissed Clint.

“Y/N, Sweetie…wait…” Natasha tries but you slam the door to your room shut. Locking your door, you sniffle silently as Natasha calls your name. “Open the door, Y/N. Come on. Tell us what happened…”

“Ask Bucky and his girls.” Turning toward your bed you open the zipper, shove the straps down your shoulders to let the dress pool around your ankles. 

“Y/N?” You can hear Steve’s voice from the other side of the door, but tonight you will not open the door for your brother either. “Cupcake, open the door or I’ll kick it open!”

“Stevie, go back to your party and have fun with your friends and those girls. I am just having a headache.” Changing into pajamas, fluffy socks, and your favorite slipper you sit onto your bed, wiping the tears away.

“I will break it, Y/N.” Steve rams his shoulder against your door and you get up, sighing.

“Why did you cry?” The moment you open the door, Steve, cups your cheek. “Baby sis?”

“It’s stupid, Stevie. I should have known better than to try to talk to your best friend while he’s surrounded by two chicks. I am Miss Piggy to them and Bucky. Just let me have some sleep and tomorrow I’ll go and have some fun.”

“I will rip him a new one! I swear he’ll not survive this party!” Steve’s voice booms through your room as he stands there to watch you curl into a ball onto your bed.

“Save it, Stevie. We both know that this was my fault. I had to buy this stupid dress and go to a party where I do not belong. They are your friends, not mine. I should stick to the men asking me out.” Steve covers you with your blanket, not knowing what to think about his friend’s behavior.

“Y/N, I’ll be back later. Sleep a bit.” Your brother presses a soft kiss to your temple before he leaves your room.

His hands balled into fists he storms down the staircases to beat his friend into a pulp.

“Wait! Stevie, you can’t do this…” Natasha and Wanda drag the girls bullying you out of Steve’s house. Natasha even fisted the girl’s hair to drag her out. 

“You were not invited. Out of my house and I dare you to get close to my house, my club or my sister, the girl you harassed, ever again. I know you like to be close to the big bad bikers, but do you know what happens to people hurting my sister?” Steve towers over the girls and they flinch when he steps closer.

“We didn’t know she’s your sister…Sir.” The girl calling you Miss Piggy whines.

“I don’t care if you did know shit! You came to my house, uninvited and harassed one of my guests. My sister or not, if you come to my house, you respect the people in there or you will pay for it. Get out of my sight before I forget my manners!” 

Wanda never saw Steve that mad before. Even she flinched when he made another step toward the girls.

“Let’s get back inside, the show is over.” Sam tries as the girls run away. “We should talk to Bucky. I want to know why he pulled that shit after you allowed him to go out with Y/N. I don’t get him…”

“Same, Sam. I told him he can ask her out and he has the guts to hurt my baby sis at my party, at my house.”

“I want to hear it coming from you Buck. I want to hear why you broke my vulnerable baby sis’s heart.” Arms crossed over his chest Steve glares at his friend as Bucky runs one hand down his face.

“I had to scare her off. You know that I am no good for your sister. We are the bad guys, bikers and my job is it to beat the shit out of people disrespecting you, the club and our members. All I know is how to drink, hit people and fuck a girl behind a bar.” 

“I knew this when I told you that Y/N is no longer off-limits to you. She is in love with you since she turned sixteen, Buck. My baby sis wants you, so she will get you. Now find a way to make it up to her and come back tomorrow.” Steve steps closer, jaw ticking, hands balled into fists he nods at Sam.

“Bucky, you should go now. Have a shower, wear clean clothes, and buy flowers for the girl. You better prepare a speech before you come to the inquisition.” Clint hums, watching Brock flirt with Natasha.

“Dude, hands off my girl!”

“I did not touch her, Barton. I got a nice girl right over there. Her ass is even nicer.” Snickering Carol gives her boyfriend a wink. “Where’s Peggy, Steve?”

“At her parent's place. She has to explain why a biker is the right guy for her – again by the way.” Sighing Steve falls onto a chair, running his fingers nervously through his hair. “I don’t know if she will stay with me.”

“You’re a catch, Steve. Now let us talk about how to kick Bucky’s ass for hurting our girl.” Clint’s eyes meet your brothers. “Kicking his balls? Scratching his new bike? Cutting his hair…or wait – he already did so as the colleague Y/N flirted with has short black hair…”

“Shut up, punk…” Bucky was silent the whole time but now he grits his teeth. “I did it to make sure she can find a nice guy…”

“And a nice guy she’ll find…” 

“Where are you going?” Watching you walk down the stairs, wearing a brand-new cerulean dress and a fake smile you stop in your tracks as your brother looks at you.

“I do what you told me to do. I will have more in my life than work and hiding in my room. Alexander Pierce junior asked me out weeks ago. I refused to go out with him but after last night…” 

Stiffing you give Steve a cracked smile. “Bucky is out of my league, I got that, so I’ll try to find a nice guy appreciating me and my Miss Piggy dress.” Pecking Steve’s cheek, you ignore Sam’s worried face, or the way your brother’s jaw ticks.

“You sure about that?”

“I can’t wait for the rest of my life for your best friend to fall in love with me. I thought, no believed, that Bucky is at least my friend, but I was wrong.” 

Steve cannot do anything but watch you walk out of the house. While you step out of your brother’s house, Bucky sprints toward the gate as you keep your eyes trained toward the car waiting for you.

“Doll…uh—hey.” Bucky tries, opening the door but you ignore his presence, his words, and the single rose in his hands.

“Mr. Barnes.” Your voice is cold, eyes not meeting his you pass him by without acknowledging him further.

Steve’s eyes follow you to the parked car, the one belonging to your date and he nods at Sam. Signalizing him and Clint to follow you to make sure your date behaves like a gentleman.

“She has a date…” Huffing Bucky looks at the single rose in his hands.

“Yeah, with Alexander Pierce junior, the world's biggest asshole. Follow that girl and get her.” Brock grunts, pointing toward Bucky’s brand-new bike. “We all know you want that guy to spray Y/N’s name on your bike.”

“Maybe that guy is the better choice, Brock. We are…” Fisting Bucky’s leather jacket Brock glares at his friend.

“Listen, Bucky. We had our conflicts in the beginning, but I hope you know we are friends. I would not let my girl go for anything in the world. Am I an ass? – yes! Did I do stupid and dangerous stuff? – yes! Would I let Alexander Pierce junior fuck my girl? – no fucking way!”

“Fuck her?” Pale Bucky swallows the lump in his throat. Panic rises in his chest and he nods at Steve. “I need the club…all of us. I will get my girl…”

“You heard my first lieutenant. Let’s ride…”

Dinner could be pleasant if your date would be more subtle while staring at other women’s ass or at least try to listen to what you have to say.

The whole time the man asking you five times to go out with him has nothing better to do than playing with his phone, telling you about his newest car and on top of all – he stares at your waitresses ass.

“That’s nice…” Poking the food he ordered with your fork (He didn’t even give you the chance to decide what you want to eat.) you try to remember why you agreed to go out with this awful man.

Outside the restaurant, Steve’s club parks their bikes. Steve smirks, as Bucky nervously straightens his clothes.

“I’ll go and get my girl now.” Bucky takes the roses from Natasha before he rushes toward the restaurant. He is nervously opening the door, but the moment his eyes land on you his back straightens, and he walks toward the table.

“Excuse us, but we are trying to have a conversation. We don’t need…” Your date glances up at an incredibly angry-looking biker and you can help yourself but giggle as his jaw goes slack and his fork drops onto the table.

“What do you want here?” Alexander juniors’ eyes widen as you bark at the biker right next to him. “I have a nice dinner right now. I don’t think Miss Piggy has time for an audience right now.”

“Doll, I tried to help you hate me. Stevie allowed me to ask you out for a date and I panicked. I believed someone with a regular job and a not so shitty past would be better for you.” Humming you place the fork next to the plate.

“Interesting. So, you believed that I would like to go out with a guy not giving a shit on me. With someone not even listening to what I have to say while he’s busy looking at every girl’s ass in the restaurant?” Your words make Bucky chuckle and he holds out his hand, but you get up without taking his hand.

“Y/N.” Ignoring Bucky you grab your purse, toss some money onto the table before you turn to leave. “Please, doll. Let me apologize for acting like a douche.”

“You’re an idiot, Barnes.” Bucky follows you outside, rushing to your side to walk with you. He tries to guide you toward his bike, but you walk toward your brother.

“Guys, Girls.” Nodding at Steve’s club you want to get on Steve’s bike, but he shakes his head. “Steve?”

“Cupcake, he’s your man now. Teach him a lesson but let him drive you home.” Your eyes narrow as Steve motions the club to start their engines. The whole club let their engine roar before they drive away.

“Doll…please…” Huffing you turn around to look at Bucky. “I am the first lieutenant of the Howling Commando. I’d like to drive you home and more…”

“More, Mr. Barnes?” Humming Bucky shows you the roses and you let your eyes drink him in. 

“I want to know why you cut your hair.”

“You flirted with that guy, admiring his new haircut. I thought you did not like my long hair and cut it. I wanted to get your attention, Y/N. Can I drive you home now, doll? Please?” 

“I need to be at home at …” Smirking you shrug. “I don’t know when. I mean, it depends if you want to feel my big brothers’ wrath.”

“We could go for a walk with my bike, Y/N. I mean…uh—doll. I’d like to spend some time with you.” 

“It’s 2 am, James Buchanan Barnes.“ Eyes narrowed, hands balled into fists your brother watches Bucky and you walk upstairs. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Stevie. You said I am her man now. The lady wanted to go for a ride with my bike, then she wanted some ice cream and now we are going to her room and watch her favorite movie. It’s called redemption.”

“Did you touch her?” Steve cocks his head, poking a finger into his friends’ chest. “I dare you to say yes…”

“I held her hand and helped her off my bike. I may or may not kissed her lips and touched her neck with my lips. I think I’d like to touch her some more, but we did not even reach the first base…” Bucky smirks while you tug at his jacket.

“I want to watch a movie.” Whining you look at Steve. “He won’t get any until he made everything up to me.”

“Fine. You can watch a movie with my sister. No touching. No kissing. No making-out.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Bucky follows you upstairs as Sam, Clint, and the others watch the both of you. “Our girl grew up so fast…” Sam sighs. 

“We need to make sure he uses condoms,” Clint adds while the girls dreamily watch Bucky grasp for your hand.

“I guess they will go at it like animals soon enough.” Brock snickers and Steve feels his stomach tighten.

“Fuck! I did forget they could have sex…”

Laughter fills the house and Steve can feel his heart race as you turn around to press your lips to his first lieutenant.

“Yeah, Steve. Sooner or later he will ruin your baby sis…” 

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[cals-sunflower]

a spooktacular day (l.h)

summary: sundays are always set for a fun family day. why not take this sunday and dedicate it to spooky season?

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waking up you felt the cool air hit your face like a breeze. you took this moment to snuggle in closer to luke. it was quiet, at least until your two adorable babies penelope and audrey wake up. they were three years apart but you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

“good morning sweetheart,” luke pressed kisses on your neck making you smile. “good morning handsome. how was your sleep?”

“everything is better when i wake up to your cute ass.”

“oh shut up luke,” you pushed his head away lightly before laughing. “what? can’t i compliment my gorgeous wife whose also the mother of my children?” his smirk makes your cheek flush red with heat.

“mama! daddy! it’s sunday,” you hear penelope’s voice as she swings up the door. “it sure is love bug. come here,” luke opens his arms out to his daughter. it didn’t take but a second for her to flop in his arms giggling.

“good morning angel! i’m gonna check if your sister is up yet but you cuddle with daddy until i get back,” you placed a kiss on your four year old’s head and kissed luke too.

“what are we doing today dad?”

“i don’t know honey, we’d have to ask mommy,” as if on cue, you walked back holding audrey in your arms. “there’s my other angel,” audrey tries to wiggle out of your arms to go to luke.

“is nobody in this house a mommy’s girl? ugh daddy gets all the love,” you fake pout placing the girl in her dad’s embrace. “we love you too mommy!”

“yeah, i know penny. just teasing daddy my love,” you tickled her neck causing her to squeal. “penny was asking earlier what we’re gonna do for this family day. so what were you thinking?”

“well, we could go out to get some pumpkins and do some carvings with it. or something else if you aren’t feeling it.”

“what do you think penny?”

“sounds fun, we should do that! but what about audrey? she’s only one years old,” seeing the concern penelope held for her sister immediately made your heart burst with happiness. she was always so gentle when it came to her. “she can have fun with us too bug, she’ll just have to do light things like painting the pumpkin!”

“first we need breakfast in our tummies,” luke continues hold audrey and grabs penelope’s hand with his free hand. “see mommy gets no love,” penelope scolded you and grabs your hand too.

“happy mommy?”

“i told you it was bad letting uncle cal babysit her. now she has his attitude,” luke shakes his head with a smile. “yeah, calum can no longer babysit.”

you guys decided to have waffles and eggs for breakfast. of course, it wouldn’t be a hemmings breakfast without it being a little messy. after that, everyone got washed up and got dressed.

“ready to rock guys!” luke asked gaining cheers from the girls. “yes hurry up dad!”

“wait we gotta say bye to piggy,” you kissed petunia on her head and penelope repeated your action.

-

it didn’t take long for you guys to get to the pumpkin patch, your children excited to pick out their own pumpkin.

“okay baby, let’s go pick out three pumpkins! one for you, me and daddy and audrey,” you decided to let penelope pick them out. it was the first time you guys were going to carve pumpkins together. you guys walked around a bit before penelope yelled out to you.

“i found the best ones!”

“great, now daddy is going to pick them up. right daddy?” you turned towards luke with a grin.

“yes, i am but take a picture with them first,” you held onto audrey as you squat to penny’s size and smiled at luke’s camera. “aww look at my girls! so beautiful.”

“dad, now you have to get in the picture!!” he bent down too to take a selfie of all of you.

“you okay baby,” you turned to look at audrey. she nodded her head and then nuzzled into your neck. “my sweet angel,” you kissed her head and smiled.

“maybe we should have more babies. ya know, you do look absolutely stunning carrying my children,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him. “you just want to do the deed, nasty.”

“well, i mean,” he gives you a smirk before picking up the three pumpkins. you guys payed for it and headed home.

-

“ah you wanted purple honey?” audrey quickly grabs the brush and paints over the pumpkin. meanwhile, luke and penelope worked on craving faces.

“daddy it looks like you,” you giggled at penny’s comment. “that’s insulting penny,” he tickled her stomach making the little girl laugh.

“take it back!”

“never! mommy help,” thus finding yourself on the floor getting tickled right with her. “sweetheart, looks like mommy isn’t much help either.” the room is full of your guys laughter and somehow ended up with paint all over you.

“we have to get cleaned up babes.”

“before we do, picture time!” luke whipped out his phone once more and took pictures with his girls (petunia included).

“daddy, you always want pictures.”

“for memories penny!” he kissed her nose. “another family fun day completed,” you leaned down and kissed everyone’s cheeks.

“wait, you might have missed.”

“luke, i kissed your cheek already.”

“i would like a real kiss.”

“too bad,” you stuck your tongue out at him. “penny tell mommy she’s being mean!”

“daddy says your being mean.”

you chuckled at the way she’s basically a mini luke, “fine, come here you big baby,” you connected your lips together and gave him the kiss he wanted. “better?”

“much better darling. now we should actually clean up our mess and audrey looks tired,” luke loved these moments. he always wanted to just be with his family, his girls.

[coreastories]

The Thirteenth Rule

Tae-eul was given an epiphany. Twice. 

That’s why she makes a decision-- destination be damned. 

Companion to Three Hours for Chicken and Seo-ryeong vs Lady Noh

Chapter 5 of Days and Nights of Forever

April 2020: Tae-eul was a detective. Her training had taught her three hundred sixty vision, spreading her logic and hypotheses far and wide in all directions to try to predict and identify the motivations and ripples of a crime and a suspect trying not to get caught, or trying to weasel away. 

In the normal, non-criminal side of life, it meant she stopped her dad from wasting money on excess groceries, and got Eun-sup out of trouble before he even landed himself in it. She collected evidence and knew how to gather intelligence with or without informants. 

So when she was stabbed in the stomach, her detective’s brain went on a three-sixty degree identification of all threats, conscious and subconscious. 

“Is there-- Is there any way you could tell if I’m pregnant even if it’s too early?”

The doctor and nurses clutched around her in the ER looked stricken. They all stopped what they were doing. Tae-eul tried not to sob or hurl-- she didn’t know which one was making her stomach churn and her throat tight. Luna had stabbed her and that was… it was too horrifying to think of if she was...  

“How early?” the doctor asked, squeezing Tae-eul’s arm as if she knew Tae-eul needed the touch to ground her in the present. “How many days has it been since your period should have come?”

“Um, I think-- I think ten days--two weeks--” 

“All right. We’ll check.” The doctor turned to someone. “Run to the lab. Add the test to her vial. Prioritize it so we know what to do.” She turned back to Tae-eul. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you in the meantime as if you’re pregnant.” 

Tae-eul tried to stay awake, tried to wait to find out, but her detective’s brain had done its job and shut down. 

She woke up in her private room. Everything rushed back-- there was no pause, no blinking into consciousness, only instant, real fear which she didn’t even understand. Her heart rate sped up. She looked at the tube curled and attached on the back of her wrist, followed the line to the bags on the stand. What was in those bags? Was she--

“Hi Lieutenant Jeong. It’s me. I’m Dr Bong.” Tae-eul turned at the voice and recognized the kind intern or resident who had treated her in the ER. “You’re all right. Thankfully, there was no major trauma, and you avoided a laceration on your liver by two centimeters.” 

The intern paused and smiled hesitantly. “You are not-- were not-- pregnant.” 

Just like that, Tae-eul could breathe again. The doctor seemed to understand. She reached out to pat Tae-eul’s hand. “You’ll be fine. You’re on antibiotics and opioids for the pain.”

Tae-eul wiped the tears she didn’t even realize had tracked down her cheeks. “Gomapseumnida.” 

The doctor nodded, smiling. “If you’re hungry, you can eat. We’ll bring you food in a little while.”

Tae-eul thanked the doctor again and turned her head to look out the window. She tentatively felt her side-- stiff with thick bandages. There was a sore, tender feeling deep beneath the skin, nothing like the pain she’d felt when she was stabbed, but still painful even if it was currently a dull pain. 

Not pregnant. Was not pregnant. Good. That was really good. She had plans for Luna, and Tae-eul was relieved she didn’t have to kill Luna, because she would have if Luna had-- 

It would be ridiculous to-- she sighed, swallowed, and tried to stop her lips from trembling. It was ridiculous to want, to love a-- 

She didn’t even know where Gon was. 

She didn’t know where Gon was. 

That was exactly the reason the possibility of being pregnant had both terrified and comforted her. 

If she never saw him again, she wouldn’t be alone, wouldn’t really be without him, if she had a-- 

She couldn’t even mention it in her head. 

She sighed. She swiped at her eyes and appreciated that the hospital people had placed her phone within easy reach. She dialed. 

“Hyeong-nim. Where are you? I need you to find the other me. Luna. I’m fine, I’m good. Okay. Good. I’ll come.” 

Tae-eul was glad for her detective’s brain anyway. It can compartmentalize. First, get out of bed. Then, get Luna. 

And if Gon came back to her, she wasn’t letting him go. 

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June 2020: 

She very vividly remembered the weekend she had called their life a melodrama. 

It was one of those May days that made you sure of summer. It wasn’t wet, and it wasn’t cold. 

That was also the first time they were sent to present-day Corea-- since the reset anyway. 

That was also the time Gon told her about Kang Shin-jae, the real Kang Shin-jae in the Republic. She’d cried. She had missed him. The Shin-jae she’d known became Kang Hyeon-min of the kingdom and she remembered and missed him.  

That May night in 2020, Gon told her that he had met Kang Shin-jae, had actually changed Shin-jae’s life by delaying his walk to that deadly curve in the street. And then Gon had later seen him, a chaebol heir with all the trimmings, bowing underlings and chauffeured luxury vehicle. So that was what his life was meant to be. She had embraced Gon in tears and was truly glad the manpasikjeok also made that right. 

“I think that’s the last time we went to the past,” Gon had said, smiling ruefully at her tears. 

“No, no, we went to 2016, too. I think that’s the last.” 

“Oh, you’re right. But that was a bust, wasn’t it? We didn’t do much. Well, we did a little.”

She’d giggled while swatting at his hand, which had burrowed under her pajama top to stroke her back earlier while she cried, and now started wandering. 

They’d arrived at the kingdom of 2016 and they had stayed in his study, with Gon distractedly signing off on the various petitions on his desk. She had protested at how careless he was being, but he showed her they were harmless, miscellaneous documents that really only needed the king’s signature, referrals and recommendations and certificates of merit. 

And then, back on that night in May 2020 while recalling their trip to 2016, Gon had stopped moving and stared at her. “I suddenly remember one of the papers I signed. Unless I’m mistaken, I think I signed Koo Seo-gyeong’s recommendation to the Interpol.” 

“Really?”  

Gon looked incredulous, amazed. “I can see it clearly in my mind’s eye now, but it didn’t register with me at the time. You were distracting. You laid down on that chaise by the fire and I wanted to get to you.” He grinned at her unimpressed expression. “Is that what we were meant to do that time? Because I usually don’t sign those documents. I just grabbed random stacks of papers from Secretary Mo’s office for something to pretend to do in the study.” 

“What do you mean you don’t sign them? So those people who need your signature usually go without?”

“We have stamps. Secretary Mo’s staff just use stamps. Those papers don’t even go to me. I’m not really needed..” 

“Ahh.” Tae-eul smiled. “Well, don’t be too full of yourself. I’m sure your signature didn’t matter much. Seo-gyeong is too cool not to get into Interpol.” 

Gon grinned. “You know what else? Kang Hyeon-min followed her there.” 

“Wow. They make a cute couple.” 

And Gon had made an unimpressed face that made her laugh and tickle him with her own hands under his pajamas.  

So that May weekend was memorable for her. It was full of revelations. 

It was also the last time she had her period. It was June now. She should have had her period over a week ago. The only time she was late, it was understandable because she’d been running on high levels of anxiety. 

Otherwise, her cycle had always run like clockwork. She’d been feeling some tenderness so she thought her period might come today. She had just come into Gon’s bathroom to check again. She looked down at her clean underwear. Nothing. 

Maybe tomorrow. 

She left the bathroom lost in thought. She didn’t register the childish chatter she could hear so she gasped when she rounded the corner and something collided with her knees. 

“Noona!” 

“Look who’s here,” Gon said belatedly. 

Tae-eul chuckled and went down on her knees so she could hug little Woo-jin at his level. He was at that age when he didn’t appreciate being scooped up any more-- except when he wanted airplane rides and piggy backs. 

“Are we kidnapping you again?” Tae-eul asked, pinching those cheeks. Woo-jin laughed. It was an inside joke between the three of them, kidnapping Secretary Mo’s son and escaping from the palace. 

“Yes, yes! Let’s go kidnapping! Let’s go bounce!” 

Tae-eul looked up at Gon, laughing. “Did he just use slang with me?” 

Gon knelt down beside her, grinning. “He means Vaunce. It’s a trampoline park. You want to go?” 

Tae-eul looked between them, and Gon imitated Woo-jin’s pouty-pleading face. She couldn’t help laughing. “Let’s go bounce then!” 

Gon changed into his incognito outfit. T-shirt, light denim jacket, jeans. He also washed his hair to remove the mousse and let his hair dry just lying naturally on his head. 

Then he changed Woo-jin into a similar outfit. Secretary Mo liked dressing her son like a little prep school boy, and in previous kidnappings, he and Tae-eul had to buy Woo-jin clothes he could play in. 

Tae-eul had changed too. Her detective outfit-- her usual shirt, vest, jacket and boxy jeans combo-- didn’t fit a trampoline park, so she picked skinny jeans and a pullover she wouldn’t have to keep hold of if she decided to go all out on a trampoline. 

“Right, Yeong says the getaway car’s on its way to pick us... up--” Gon trailed off, looking from Woo-jin to her, and smiled that boyish smile she loved. “You look nice.” 

She wrinkled her nose. “Maybe we should cut your hair.” 

Gon looked exasperated. He picked up Woo-jin. “There. See? Here’s my disguise.” 

Woo-jin giggled. 

They were off, and Tae-eul tried not to be nervous. Being out in the open in present-day Corea made her feel exposed. But thankfully Gon’s disguise worked. The first time it worked they were so stunned they laughed for three minutes straight, disbelieving that it was that easy. 

It was ridiculous but it was effective. Sans bodyguards and trademark hair and long coats, and with Woo-jin in his arms, Gon didn’t look like the king. No one expected it would be the king. They had gone about their day in Busan without anyone making a fuss. 

Or Coreans were simply not too nosy about other families. 

That made her stomach flutter. She knew how they looked. Gon knew how they looked. Woo-jin even called them Omma and Appa in these kidnappings, so they wouldn’t be “caught by the police.” It was part of their inside joke. 

Gon smiled at her in that happy, satisfied way, tucking her against his side with his other arm while holding Woo-jin in the other as they walked from the car-- an ordinary car he drove himself-- to the park. 

Then they were inside and Tae-eul laid a hand on Gon’s arm when he was buying the tickets. 

“What is it?” he asked.

The smell of rubber and disinfectant spray, the noise from the kids, and the colorful interior of the indoor park all churned inside her head, making her chest pound, because a single thought stood out starkly like a big monument amid the swirl of color and sound. 

“Omma--” 

Woo-jin’s voice-- and what he said-- brought Tae-eul back. Her heart was still racing. 

“What is it?” Gon asked again, looking concerned now. “Are you alright? Do you want Viewing Only?” 

Tae-eul shook her head, as much to clear it as to answer Gon. “Of course not. I’m fine. Sorry. Go ahead. Let’s bounce!” 

There was no way she wouldn’t be okay bouncing on a trampoline park. Even if-- even if she were-- it was too early, and she knew women did so much more and they were fine. 

God. 

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Gon turned down the blankets for her and then immediately caged her with his arms and legs, maneuvering her to face him with her head pillowed on his upper arm.   

“What’s wrong? You’ve been distracted all day.” He stroked her hair and cupped her cheek, fingers gently stroking her ear.

Tae-eul stared into those eyes, looked at that face, sank further into his arms, and forgot why she was scared in the first place. 

“I need to take a pregnancy test.” 

She watched his face and loved what she saw there. The movement of his eyes and cheeks and lips made her heart speed up and she felt like she’d been jumping on trampolines again. He was surprised. He was stunned. He wasn’t unhappy. He opened his mouth but nothing came out at first. Tae-eul waited. 

“Are you-- do you-- how do you feel?” 

And Tae-eul fell more deeply in love with him than ever. In her head, she’d imagined him saying or asking so many other things, his scientific brain demanding facts, but no, the first thing he asked was how she felt about this. 

She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled her face against his chest, kissing him there through his pajama top. 

When she spoke, everything she’d been holding back all day spilled out. The one big thought that had haunted her all day, until now. “I didn’t want to go on the trampolines-- I just suddenly realized it when we were getting tickets. It suddenly terrified me if it might hurt the-- but lots of women do much more while they don’t know they’re-- and I’m still okay and--”

His arms tightened around her. She felt the shudder that ran through him. She stroked his back to soothe him and he mirrored the action, and kissed her hair. 

She knew he understood. That was how she felt about this. She didn’t even know yet if she was really-- but she was already terrified about hurting it. 

That was all that mattered, that was the important thing, that she hadn’t hurt it. 

Everything else-- the fact that they lived in different worlds-- it was all inconsequential. 

“We’ll go first thing tomorrow,” he said, his voice a little gravelly. 

She nodded against him, and they fell asleep like that, after what felt like hours of just quietly holding each other. 

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They went to a clinic in the republic. He helped her look for a specialty clinic with its own lab, so they wouldn’t have to wait days for the results. He was adamant that they didn’t go to an outright hospital with an OB-gyne department, because she would have been unnecessarily “exposed to something.” 

The OB was a cute woman with a bob. Tae-eul liked her immediately. She explained the options to Tae-eul, and Tae-eul chose the blood test without waiting for the doctor to finish explaining the vaginal sono. 

The doctor laughed but said she understood. No point having to go through that when Tae-eul hadn’t even taken a home PT. She wanted the blood test to give her a definite answer. So Tae-eul peed in a cup and her blood was taken and that was it.

They did have to wait two hours so they could have the results of the urine and blood test together. They went to a cafe and sat in a booth tucked away near the back. 

“Let’s not get our hopes up.” 

He grinned and took her hands, just wrapping his fingers over hers around her mug of hot chocolate. “So you hope for it, too, do you?”

She shook her head at him and tried to stay rational. “We’re careful. The chances are point zero zero three percent.”

“I’ll take those chances. We’ve always been exceptional.”

Tae-eul just looked at him sardonically. He laughed. 

They ordered food and ate, talking about everything else but what they were waiting for. 

They both knew they couldn’t discuss anything yet until they knew. 

And Tae-eul was glad about having him this time, anchoring her, being the giddy one so she could be the calm one, and she was able to eat just fine, all her nerves calm and steady because he was there with her and everything would be just fine. 

That she wasn’t pregnant was an anticlimax she didn’t know what to do with. 

They’d thanked the doctor and she had smiled at them. “Keep trying! It won’t take long. I hope to see you again and give you the good news.” 

They got in the car and just sat there for a few moments, with Gon looking at her and her looking at her hands in her lap. 

“Tae-eul?” 

She looked at him and smiled. “Let’s go back to the bamboo forest.” 

He seemed to understand--he always did-- and started the car without pressing her further. 

Tae-eul leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, meditating on what she’d just discovered about herself, and what it meant for them. 

The rest of the drive to the bamboo grove, they stayed silent. At some point, Gon reached for her hand and brought their hands up to stroke her cheek for a moment. 

“Saranghae.” 

She enclosed his hand with both of hers, resting their hands on the center console and turning to him a little without opening her eyes. She smiled. “Nado.” 

When they sat on a bench in the bamboo grove, Tae-eul was resolved. 

Since she met him she’d had to take several leaps of faith and he had always proven worth it, everything about him was real, true, pure-- well, not pure, because she’d seen him kill and purity wasn’t important anyway-- and he was home to her. He was her home and they were both living and loving this strange and wonderful fate but she was ready if that fate meant so much more. 

She wanted so much more. 

She’d been through this twice now and both times had shown her what she wanted, what her heart absolutely ached for each time it happened. 

She looked at him and she didn’t have to tell him to look at her because he already was, peering at her face, looking worried. She smiled and smoothed her thumb on his forehead. 

“Don’t look like that. I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

She nodded. She took a deep breath. She placed both hands on his shoulders, then slid them up and cradled his cheeks, squishing them and making him grin before moving her hands to that jawline she loved so much. 

“Lee Gon. Here’s the thirteenth rule. If we ever get married, I’ll stop being on birth control and let’s just see where that takes us. Are you alright with that?”

He blinked at her and in a matter of two blinks his eyes sparkled with unshed tears. She smiled and felt tears run down her own cheeks. He wiped them and then just held her cheeks, too. They probably looked ridiculous to passersby but she didn’t care. 

“Well,” he said, then exhaled and took a deep breath. He slid his arms around her and held her tightly. “Well, I always follow your rules, don’t I?”