#bring up Mint Choco

[myuminji]

[mymelodyisme]

My sister’s graduation day 😤 let’s go 👏🏽

[scented-morker]

Wearing Enhypen’s clothes

Enha x implied fem reader, established relationship, 945 words (AGAIN), fluffff, jungwons is longer than everyone else’s😬

Heeseung

He is the perpetrator.

Like as soon as you walk in the door he shoves his hoodie onto you

It’s not cute either— your arms get stuck and your hair is messed up and staticky everywhere

But as soon as it’s on he pulls the hood down and looks at you with such a lovesick look even though you look like a gremlin

Every time you stay over he makes you wear his clothes because he just thinks you look so cute

And since his shirts/hoodies are too big on you it makes it easier to sneak his hands up them to hold your bare waist which is his favorite way to cuddle 😔

Jay

At first you were just so impressed with his style that you wanted to be like him 🥺

He though it was so cute when you walked out in one of the outfits he had posted a picture in one day and been like “how do you manage to make this look good 😭”

“Well for starters, the clothes actually fit me” he laughs and ruffles your hair

He likes to get matching outfits so you don’t always have to steal much of his stuff since you probably have a match

But you always end up stealing his accessories

The amount of times he’s complimented your necklace only to realize it was his 😐

You’re lucky he loves you

Likes when you slide his rings onto your fingers while you’re playing with his hands 🥰

Jake

THE KING OF SHARING CLOTHES

He will give you anything that you want from his closet, no questions asked

He loves trying to sneakily add articles of his clothing to your outfits

Like “hey what if you added- I don’t know- a flannel around your waist? Actually look, I’ve already go one right here. Let me put it on you.”

He loves coming home and seeing you in his hoodies or flannels (especially when they’re so long it looks like you aren’t wearing pants 😭)

Refers to his new purchases as “our new jacket” or will text you and ask “do you like this?”

And when you tell him it’s a mens shirt so you wouldn’t wear it he goes “actually, it’s a jake shirt, which means it’s a yn shirt.”

Sunghoon

He’s one to act like he doesn’t like it

But one time when you told him you were cold and he said “sounds like a you problem” you threatened to go get one of the other boys’ hoodie and he got so pouty and mad 😭

Now he always brings an extra one of HIS hoodies whenever you hang out because he doesn’t want you to get it from someone else

Also the type to show up at your house, see your collection of his clothes and tease you about it but then not take them back

And if you EVER tell him you need another one bc the ones you have don’t smell like him anymore—

He’s gonna need three to four business days to recover from that

Sunoo

Another one to refer to his closet as “our closet”

He always asks you to wear his stuff

Like you text him to ask what you should wear for your date and he tells you to just wear anything over and he’d give you something of his to wear

Sharing sweaters 🥺

Like little grandpa sweaters that you thrift somewhere and you guys share them like it’s the sisterhood of the traveling pants or something and send each other little pictures of where you were wearing it

“Today I wore our sweater to the ice cream shop! The guy in front of me in line ordered mint choco and it made me think of you” 🫶

Jungwon

Listen, he’s seen the romcoms— you’ve made him watch enough of them during movie nights to know that people like wearing their boyfriends clothes

He just had no idea how to offer it

Does he just walk up to you one day and say “here, wear this”? Does he take you to the cold section of the grocery store until you shiver and then give it to you?

HE DOESNT KNOW!!!

But one day you two come home from one of your dates and decide to just chill in his bed

Which is cool, except you had dressed a little nicer for the date and your outfit wasn’t exactly made for comfort

“Hey won, do you think I could borrow something to change into? My outfit isn’t very comfy.”

He scolds you at first for not wearing something you’re comfortable in because he’s gonna think you look beautiful no matter what you wear, but eventually gives you a tshirt and pair of shorts to change into

Laughs because you look like Adam Sandler

“I thought this was going to be cute but you look really funny”

Riki

Listen, he loves napping

And napping on you is one of his favorite places

So when your stupid pretty shirt was scratching against his face, Riki was very upset

He lets out a big dramatic groan, grabbing one of his hoodies from the floor next to his bed and shoving it onto you so that he can sleep in peace

You’re still wearing it when he wakes up, and earlier he was too tired to be embarassed but now he realizes what he did and gets a little red

“Thanks for the hoodie ki,” you tease him, but still refuse to give it back when he asks

“Well if you hate it that much you can take it off.”

“Never!! This is mine now!”

Cue him chasing you around to try and get it back

[apeachty]

₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀two sunshines

���⠀⠀yeonjun x reader x kai | yeonkai x reader

genre : hurt/comfort (do i write anything else?..)

warnings : slight angst because yeonjun refuses to open up; kai is kinda treated as the youngest, but reader's age isn't stated.

wc : 0.9k.

notes : okay, it doesn't state what kind of relationship there are, except it's obvious yeonjun and reader are dating, but as it was written for @biteyoubiteme... iykyk. but tbh with the way kai is treated here, it's more of a found family trope.

i'm way too productive today for my own good, but i just want to give love to yeonkai and cam.

yeonjun had always been there for you and kai. well, you both were there for kai, but at the same time, neither of you wanted to burden him with your own problems. so when it came to taking things off your chest, you and yeonjun only had each other.

while you opened your mind, heart, and soul to him whenever he asked—and sometimes even when he didn’t—yeonjun rarely did the same. he brushed almost everything off as unimportant, too stubborn to give in, even when you practically begged him to open up.

most of the time, the best you could get was him asking you to hold him. so you'd stand between his legs, cradling his head against your chest, silently praying that your embrace would bring him some comfort. it helped—maybe not as much as talking things out would have, but yeonjun refused to even consider that.

to him, you were his sunshine. how could he dare to cloud you with his worries? and he adored kai too—his precious younger brother. just watching you and kai laugh at some ridiculous joke or play around made yeonjun’s day brighter. he couldn’t bear the thought of dimming that light. he was so afraid of being the reason it might fade.

but no matter how strong he seemed—and he probably was the strongest of the three of you—yeonjun had his breaking points.

this week had pushed him to his limits. overworked, overwhelmed, and utterly exhausted, he barely noticed the days slipping by. one moment his lockscreen said "monday 7 am", and the next, it was "friday 7 pm". when he finally got home, the apartment was quiet. you and kai weren’t there.

he sank onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees, staring at some random pattern on the floor. he didn’t even react when the front door opened half an hour later, followed by your laughter and kai’s.

"jjun!" your excited voice rang out, and moments later, your quick steps echoed as you rushed into the living room. you were on the floor in front of him in seconds, pecking his lips and launching into a ramble about the samgyeopsal and pho you’d picked up for dinner just for him. you grinned as you added that you’d also brought trays of mint choco ice cream, because, apparently, "you two"—you pointed between yeonjun and kai, who had just walked in carrying the food—"can’t live peacefully knowing there’s unfinished mint choco in the fridge".

yeonjun tried to smile, to respond, but he was too drained. even your warmth couldn’t pull him out of the fog, and his chest tightened when he saw your expression shift to concern.

"jjun," you whispered softly, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks as you knelt closer, pulling him into a hug. he leaned into you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face against you.

kai noticed the change immediately. he quietly placed the bags on the dining table before joining you both in the living room.

without a word, kai climbed onto the couch, settling himself behind yeonjun. he wrapped his arms around both of you, resting his forehead on yeonjun’s shoulder.

this was what you and yeonjun always did for kai when he wasn’t his usual bubbly self: you’d sit on his lap and hold him while yeonjun hugged him from behind. kai figured it might work the other way around too.

his instincts were right. after a tense moment, yeonjun finally began to relax, letting himself sink into the comfort of your combined embrace.

"it’s okay, hyung," kai mumbled, rubbing his head against yeonjun’s like a cat. "the week was bad, but we’ll make the weekend good."

"starting right now," you added, pressing a kiss to yeonjun’s jaw—the closest spot you could reach. "we’ll eat dinner while watching 'the intern', and then we’ll cuddle until we all fall asleep."

yeonjun gave a small nod. his mind barely registered your words, but for the first time all week, he felt a sense of relief. surrounded by his sunshines, the weight on his shoulders began to lift. maybe he should have let himself lean on you both much sooner.

later, as kai hurried to the kitchen to heat up the food, you sat back on the floor, looking up at yeonjun. his face already seemed softer, the tension easing away.

waiting until you heard the hum of the microwave, you gently cupped his cheek, drawing his attention. "you can talk to me tonight," you whispered, careful not to let kai overhear. "when he’s asleep."

yeonjun shook his head, his hand covering yours as he turned to press a kiss to your palm. "i need to start sharing with both of you," he murmured. "but this week… it’s nothing specific. just... everything at once."

you nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "if you say so. just promise me you’ll share when there’s something you need to."

before yeonjun could respond, kai’s voice called from the kitchen, "guys!"

yeonjun smiled faintly, standing up and pulling you to your feet. "promise," he said quietly, then turned toward the kitchen. "let’s go, little sunshine. the big sunshine is waiting for us."

[bambisnc]

he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [02]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : sungchan spills coffeee + reader is freaking out a bit bc of feelings tm + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 1k !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone cheer and clap for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!

'RING!!!'

you sit up at your desk with a start, head hitting the lamp that you had so thoughtfully adjusted to be right above earlier in the evening. as you check the alarm clock, it's.. 2.59 a.m. already?! shit.. the last you remembered it was barely 10.00 p.m. and you had just gotten ready for a "super intense cram session", to be able get at least a little ahead in preparations for your finals.

that totally worked out well huh?

as your still sluggish mind slowly catches up, you notice a shawl wrapped over your shoulders.. and that candle you'd lit had been blown out as well. hmm.

your suspicions are easily confirmed when you notice a little yellow piece of paper stuck to the wall with a simple "you got this ^^ ♡" on it.

before you're fully able to let yourself swoon at the thoughtfulness of your roommate - it would honestly not be an overstatement when you question how much of a saint you must've been in your past life to be graced with a roommate like him - you hear a concerning clatter from the kitchen which makes you immediately rush towards the source of the sound.

and there stands sungchan, scrambling around the drawers looking for something.. the puddle of steaming brown liquid, coffee probably, indicates that his search is most likely for a dishcloth.

you move up behind his now bent figure as he rummages through the lower drawers, as carefully as you can to pull out one and dangle it in front of him teasingly, "looking for something~?"

"i could've sworn that was not there before?? dude are you sure you're not some kind of sorceress in disguise looking to prey on pretty boys like me?" your close proximity doesn't seem to affect him in the slightest; you however very much are affected. which obviously means you'll yet again hide behind a safe fool proof technique : a teasing remark.

"pfft- is that the best you could come up with? rather basic, no? you need to up your game seriously - when i first moved in, didn't you accuse me of being an evil horticulturist because i got you flowers?"

"hey no you see that was totally valid and besides the jury is still considering that possibility"

"the jury?"

"mhm, the people who said they'll get back to me on r/horticulture."

you have to laugh at this but as you accept your defeat you flick sungchan's forehead slightly, and roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine.

the dishcloth in your hand suddenly brings you back to earth, you know, as compared to how rather over the moon you feel in his company, "wait catch me up on what happened here?"

"ah.. i was making you coffee. i don't support caffeine at uh 3 am usually but i know you really wanted to get done with some of those worksheets of yours so.."

there he goes being all thoughtful again. god sometimes you really don't even know how to form coherent replies when he shows his care for you so, so unabashedly.

"right yeah.. i appreciate that. but you really don't have to sungchan-"

he doesn’t have to. doesn’t have to make you coffee, doesn’t have to stay up for company when you’re pulling all-nighters, doesn’t have to cuddle with you during your pirated show binges, doesn’t have to hold your hand during late night grocery store runs, doesn’t have to share his mint-choco chip ice-cream, his favorite, with you when your spicy ramen starts getting a little too spicy, doesn’t have to comfort you when everything, everyone gets too overwhelming.

“i know. i’m not doing this because i have to - i want to do this for you… is there a problem with that?”

yes, you want to say, yes there is. he’s making you feel emotions you’ve only ever read about in webtoons and fanfictions, and you’re scared of that. you’re terrified of that. “feelings” never lead to a good outcome unless they’re overly romanticized in various media; and this is definitely not a romance novel; nor is this a kdrama. “feelings” lead to vulnerability, to rawness, to your heart being completely exposed, because it’s undeniable that the defenses you’ve worked to set up around it all your life will break down in a single instance, if he asked it of you. you know that.

“..no. of course not.”

sungchan’s face lights up with one of his trademark smiles then, as he directs you back to your room assuring you that he’ll be “right there with your coffee madam <3”

you’re unwilling to leave but you’re also unwilling to stay. you make your way to your desk, mind still a jumble of complicated thoughts, all revolving around him. it’s genuinely shocking how, despite having been in your life for such a short period of time, he’s somehow wedged himself completely and truly in your mind and heart.

-

“what’s on your mind hmm?” you find yourself in a similar position to merely 7 minutes ago in the kitchen, except this time it’s him with his arms moving around you to place your coffee mug on the table, diligent in taking care to avoid your laptop and notebooks.

“nothing much,” another safe, noncommittal response to hide behind, “feel kinda sleepy, still.”

“well, caffeine to the rescue!! but i would definitely suggest getting a few hours of rest.” he still hasn’t moved, his arms now resting on the wood, as he slightly tilts his head to look at you.

for once you decide to let yourself bask in the safety and comfort he exudes, overthinking and complications can, with all due respect, fuck themselves. “thank you, sungchan.” you’re unable to add in the ‘for everything’ so you can only hope he understands. you reach forward for the coffee, nose wrinkling slightly at noticing how hot it is.

and then. he leans in slightly till you can see your reflection in his warm, mocha-coloured eyes and inside you it’s as if 2 separate beings are desperately fighting for attention; one adamant on backing away as far as possible because it’s safe but the other yearning to pull him even closer. both beings are unfortunately unable to come to a conclusion, forcing you to rigidly stay fixed, not unlike a statue.

his voice is barely above a whisper when he goes, with all the devotion and affection you’d imagined in the gazes of every fictional crush you’ve ever had, “you drool when you sleep. it’s really cute.”

a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and then he’s gone with some sort of a pleasantry but you’d be damned if you could remember even a word of it.

you blink. once, twice.

change of plans, then : instead of studying, you might need to pull out your softest, most sound absorbent pillow and scream into it, “jung sungchan. fuck. you.”

old notes : somewhat of a prequel to the other one? idk it's in the same univ u can fit in the pieces wherever u like also head empty worrying about exams also. sumchango love dive. ty for ur consideration . new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

[ask-nightmares-castle]

(OOHHHH EM GEE YOUR DESIGNS ARE SO MARSHMALLOWY I WANT TO EAT THEM >:] /POS !!)

Do the Poly hang out at Ccino's at all? If they do, what kinda drinks / food do they order?

(PS; Tell Ccino I said hi :33 (<- Ccino appreciator))

Ccino: ah.. they’re regulars. See, me and Night have this deal- where (since my AU is considered a safe zone and no violence is allowed there), Him and her team get unlimited free coffee, and she enforces the rules using.. whatever dark magic he has. I never got too into the details. He takes care of me, so I take care of him and his partners.

That’s not to say that I don’t get involved every now and then, but that’s the basic version.

As for orders, I’ll split this up.

-Night always orders a mint chocolate chip milkshake, and a croissant. I change up the croissant types from time to time, but she always gets them.

-Dust just orders chocolate milk for some reason, which isn’t actually on the menu, but it’s so easy to make that I don’t protest. If they were to get food, they’d usually get a cookie or some other sweet.

-Killer aims for the most caffeinated thing currently available- which I really don’t think he needs -and a piece of lemon cake.

-Cross gets a choco-taco, and nothing else. I try to tell the boy to have some milk, but he runs away when I try to offer it to him.. weird.

-Bear is my favorite aside from Night. He just has an entire chocolate cake, which is pretty proportionate for his size, and he brings his own mug for me to fill with plain black coffee. The special thing about him though, is that he refuses to sit down and eat without making me sit with him, and feeding me a portion of his cake. It’s cute, and definitely a nice break, but it does tend to cause issues when the shop is busy, heh.

And last but not least- hello! I wish I could talk to you more, but it takes such a long time to deliver these messages.. well, I hope you have a good day! Or night.. Time is pretty ambiguous across multiverses.

[gingerteafairy]

veins of the forgotten (dean winchester x reader)

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tags n warning: blood,violence,kissing,sx tension,flashbacks,guns and all,cursing, grammar mistakes,ANGST!!.word count: 5.7k

“She’s  the witch.”

Dean felt his blood run cold at your words. He felt like the air was stolen from his lungs, and his heart was beating faster than it had in his entire life. He knew you were capable, and if you said she was the witch, he believed you. He glared at the woman, a newfound determination coursing through his veins as he pointed his gun at her.

"Stop right there, you fucking bitch." He warned, his voice low and steady. 

“Oh, shut up.” The woman commanded. “For your information, my name it's Cecilia and I'm here to get my daughter back, you're not necessary. But thanks for bringing her to me in that junk. Have a nice trip.” 

Dean's body felt like it was on fire as he was thrown back hard by the witch's magic. He hit the ground hard, cursing under his breath as he tried to catch his breath. You looked up, eyes going wide in panic at the sight of the witch approaching, your heart racing so fast she could hear it in her ears. 

“You're so tense, darling. Wanna hear a lullaby?” She questioned, smiling warmly. “No, better. Wanna get home so you can eat my cookies? I made your favorite. Choco mint.”

“What do you want?” you inquired, the grip on your cold gun firmer. “Why did you do that to those kids?”

“I wanted to call you, sweetie.” She cooed, standing in front of you pouting. “You never listen to me, I had to do something. And this boyfriend of yours…Jesus, you couldn't choose something better? These Winchesters are lame. They killed dozens of us.”

“They didn't deserve it.” you said seriously, taking a step back. “Those kids you sacrificed.” 

"I know, but you went away for so long and mommy needed lunch, baby" she explained, tilting her head in an innocence that boiled your blood.

"Mommy?" You echoed disgusted, feeling your stomach twist into knots. The curling made you nauseous, it seemed like a sizzle in your head, trying to get in at any cost.

"What... What are you talking about?" He demanded, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

“Can't you just shut the fuck up, Winchester?” She growled and Dean felt his breath caught in his throat, his body going completely silent as the witch cast the spell, causing his vocal chords to freeze. “Better. Sorry about the cursing, sweetie. Mommy is nervous.”

“What the hell!” You screamed, crawling to Dean, cupping his head in your hands. “Undo it, you crazy bitch!” You shouted in so much hate that your throat ached.

"Is it manner to talk to your mother?" she shouted back, the simple stomp of her feet made the ground tremble as an earthquake. She flew and took your hair on her hands, pulling it as you cried. “You gotta learn how to talk to me sweetie. I killed all those kids because of you and that's how you thank me? Though leaving you with that bastard could make you learn something.”

You growled, standing tall and slapping her hand. You pointed the gun and shot multiple times, as she screamed, agonizing as the smoke confused her vision. The warmth of the gun contrastic to the coldness of your hand exploded into something more, a rope evolved her body as you bent to her figure, widening your eyes when you saw her cut your rope with huge invisible scissors that came from her hands, giggling.

She smiled, coughing blood, cleaning with the back of her hand as she stood up, approaching your scared being.

“Come on. That’s not how mommy taught you.” She hummed, arranging her beautiful long, jet-black hair. She was intact and wonderful, beautiful in that bewitching glory. 

“How… How'd you survive?” You gulped, stepping back. 

"I couldn't expect anything less from your useless father. Buckley can't even handle his own research without your powers. Let me refresh your memory." She begins, her scarlet lips moving into a tempting smile. “You have to breathe, hold on to that little net in your soul and…”

She hits you, which makes you crash into a tree meters away. You cough up blood, struggling to get up, when you feel invisible, warm hands lifting you up and holding you in place, wiping away your blood.

“Mommy was too quick with that one… Sorry, baby” she whined, crossing her arms when she saw you staggering to stay on your feet, cutting the invisible hands with your own threads. “Look… how beautiful. She’s even learned how to move. Looks like that worthless father of yours taught you something.”

“He taught me a lot more than you did, bitch.” You growled, raising your hands in a twisting motion, watching the woman’s left arm twist like a rag.

“Ouch! You…” She screamed, raising her right arm to strangle your neck and throw you to the side. She stepped, bending to caress your cheek. “That’s not how I taught you, Papilio.”

You widen your eyes. Papilio. The name echoed in your soul like a scream, distracting you and leaving you vulnerable to her next punch.

“Forestis.” You whispered, seeing the older woman freeze in place. Which gave you the advantage to throw another blow, but she dodged and immobilized you, getting closer. “That’s your name, isn’t it? Not Cecilia.”

“Yes, Papilio.” She smiled proudly, touching your face. But you didn’t let it go, biting Forestis’ finger, ripping it off on the floor as you spat. “That bastard made you wild. You bit mommy!”

You howl, landing her on the floor to punch her face. “Stop. Fucking. Saying. You’re. My. Mother.” You paused between punches and slaps, lifting her by the collar of her dark dress. Some words ran through your mind and you instantly knew exactly what they were. The spell to release Dean. 

"You were the most beautiful of all when you were born. The butterflies flew and that's how I named you my butterfly.” she presented as she gasped for air. 

“What…what are you even saying…?” You weep, attempting to stomp her head on the ground, but something deeper stopped you. 

“Your grandfather, the genius.” She continued, couching. “He made me abandon you. Saying your whole existence was a curse that he had to end. So I gave you to humans. I'm sorry for that.” 

"Forestis. No... stay with me. Forestis!" You begged, slapping her face as she insisted on trying to get a long sleep. "Tell me more, I need to know more. Who am I?"

“I'm so proud of you, Papilio.” she squeaks as your lips move to spell the words she was putting on your head, to free Dean from his curse of being shut. “Yes… keep going. Just as I reached you. Just as mommy taught you.”

“Stop!” You shriek, taking his own scissors on her hand to place it threading on her throat, while your grip suffocated her neck. “Stop or I'll kill you.” 

“Bellum” She belly laughed, a single drop of tear sparkling like a pearl ran down her purple eyes. “Te desideravi, cara. Fortis es.” 

You froze, her cold body slipping through your fingers, scissors and ropes disappearing. Then, you remembered those violet eyes staring at you from the crib, the Latin lullaby she sang as you slept in peaceful tranquility. The threads that stitched your clothes, the butterflies dancing in the garden while she hung the laundry with birds and bears. How she spoke through your mind, without a single word, that was how she whispered the spell. Telepathy. You were a witch.

“Quam suavis est esse filiam tuam.”You recited the words, feeling the thick tears cover your face, falling softly onto her serene features, that deep purple, like the amethyst of her tiara. “Mother…I… Why’d you leave me?”

"You were so deeply loved…" she smiled faintly, her fingers cold and trembling as they brushed against your face, yet holding a magic warmth between them. 

“Why’d you leave me with him? Why’d you not take me with you?” You screech, shaking her heavy body. “Answer!” 

 "I hope one day you can forgive me."

The world turned silent as she mumbled a spell and Dean rushed a hammer on the witches neck, her head falling on the dirt. All her thick scarlet liquid flowed to your figure and face. The weight felt in your heart was like an important part of you that had been broken free, as you felt your body being pulled up by his strong hands under your arms. 

“No…” you murmured, as the reality fell on you. “No, no,no, no…”

“Please, calm down.” Dean softly commanded as he involved you in his arms, nestling you. “Look.”

The corpse shone and shone so brightly that it seemed to outshine the very sun, as if the light of day itself had been captured in that single, dazzling moment. It was like a lightning bolt tearing through the heavy, oppressive sky, a flash so fierce it made your heart race with both awe and terror. The brilliance grew until it shattered, breaking into thousands of delicate paper butterflies, fluttering around you in a chaotic swirl. They were the same butterflies she had cut so carefully when you were a child, those fragile, imperfect creations made for a game she promised would never end.

Your mind reeled, overwhelmed by the images—everything, absolutely everything, reminded you of her. You could still hear the sound of her laughter, feel the warmth of her hands, even as she began to dissipate like smoke, drifting away into the air. You reached out, helpless, desperate to hold on to something, anything, but all you could grasp was the fading scent of her, the last trace of magic slipping through your fingers.

A laugh, almost bitter, escaped you. How absurd this was. How cruel and beautiful. She was slipping away, vanishing before your eyes, and yet you couldn’t look away. 

"She's dead, she's dead and I didn't even know her!" you screamed, frenetically moving your body to push back.

He pulled you back, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to look at him. "I know, I know. I get it. This sucks." 

“No, Dean…you don't understand.” 

“No, i don't.” He finally spoke up, a bitterness laced in his voice. “You could’ve died, and for what? A witch that you didn’t know, claiming she's your mother, she wasn't even there for you in the first place.”

"I know what I'm doing,” you muttered with a broken raspy voice. 

“Clearly not when you have a death wish.” Dean growled, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You could’ve died. I can’t let that happen.”

"Why? Why can't you let that happen, Dean? I have nothing to lose." You exploded. "I have no family, no friends, not even a fucking boyfriend to care for me, I don't even have a home now. Why do you care about me that much? It's because we kissed?"

He stared at you in disbelief “You don’t get to do reckless, stupid things like that. “I… I can’t watch you die, okay? I care about you.” He finally admitted in a soft voice. 

"Maybe I wanted to die" you weep. 

Dean froze at that, staring at you as you said that. He took a step toward you, his hands clenched into fists. 

“...I'm sorry..." You stuttered, turning and passing a hand through your hair. “Thank you…for protecting me.”

He felt like broken into a million pieces, he wanted to grab you, to hug you, kiss and say that you were the most important thing in the world for him. Instead, he stopped. Dean didn't want to be vulnerable. No, he wasn't in that position, he couldn't allow himself. But how could he keep this way of being if you existed? If you changed him enough to make him care about something more than his own life. 

“You’re an idiot.” He scoffed, looking at you.

“Idiot. You're so good at making things right." You snorted, taking the dirt away from your clothes and wiping your bloody face as you took steps away. 

“Wait a damn minute, where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean asked after you, his brows furrowed, taking your wrist.

"I'm giving you some time alone.” you hissed, pushing your wrist.

“Fine. Go, then.” Dean responded, crossing his arms and scowling.

He stood for what felt like hours til he made his way back to the hotel. He needed a drink, and he couldn’t sit here in silence, not when his heart was racing and he felt so damn worried. He couldn't take it anymore. As he looked around, he spotted you sitting on a bench. He didn’t approach, but rather stood a few feet behind you. He hesitated, trying to think of what to say before he sighed, taking a step forward.

“Hey.” He said simply, not wanting to startle you.

"Came back for more?" You broke the silence, mocking, but you couldn't fool anyone with those eyes and broken voice, not Dean.

He sighed and took another step closer, sitting down on the bench next to you, feeling as an ass. Dean shifted in his seat for a moment before he finally spoke up. “I didn’t mean to yell. Im sorry.”

“You know what's funny?” You began in a bitter laugh. “I thought we were soulmates. When you yelled, I knew it was just my imagination. I'm so stupid…”

“You aren’t stupid.” He said softly, looking at you in the darkness.

“I am…” you gulped, standing up. "Come on, it's freezing here." He stood up with a slight sigh, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. 

You both came back to the hotel, the silence between you heavier than it had been all day. The weight of the fight still hung in the air, suffocating and unresolved. You promptly collapsed onto your side of the bed, pulling the covers over yourself like a shield. Maybe sleep would make things better—at least it would offer a brief escape from the thoughts that gnawed at you.

Dean followed you into the room, his footsteps hesitant, as if unsure whether to approach or keep his distance. He stood for a moment by the door, his eyes lingering on your still form on the bed, before walking into the bathroom. He needed a moment alone, away from you—away from the guilt that ate at him. 

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as he stood before the mirror, looking at his reflection with a clenched jaw. His hands rested on the sink, fingers white with tension. He was angry, but not at you. He was angry at himself for being the one to make you cry. He cursed under his breath, frustration bubbling inside him as his thoughts raced. After a long moment, he splashed cold water on his face, the chill momentarily grounding him, and forced himself to breathe. 

When he finally left the bathroom, he moved like a man with too much on his mind—slow, heavy steps toward the bed. He slid under the covers, but stayed as far from you as the space allowed, the tension between you two more palpable than the sheets that separated you. He was careful not to touch you, knowing that any movement might make you pull away more.

You were wide awake, eyes locked on the wall across from you, even though you had no intention of sleeping. The bed shifted as Dean laid down, and you instinctively edged toward the far side, as if some invisible force was pulling you away. His presence, though silent, was too much. You could feel the heat of him across the sheets, even from the distance. 

Dean hesitated, staring up at the ceiling. Then, against his better judgment, he took a chance. He closed the gap between the two of you, carefully resting his hand on the small of your waist. The moment his fingers brushed against your skin, you shivered, and he nearly pulled away, but something in him—something deeper—kept his hand in place.

"Dean?" Your voice was soft, almost fragile, as if saying his name meant you were allowing him back into the space he had briefly lost.

He breathed in sharply, the sound of your voice unraveling some of the knots in his chest. "Yeah, darling?" His voice was low and quiet, the use of the pet name slipping from him before he could stop it. It felt right, though, even as the words left him.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at your lips, but you kept your gaze fixed on the ceiling. You didn’t have the strength to face him just yet, but you couldn’t help but tease, even if your heart still ached. "Good enough to call me darling?" 

Dean blinked in surprise, caught off guard by your attempt to joke. He chuckled softly, the sound warm despite the tension that still clung to the air. "Good enough to call you darling, sweetheart, angel, cutie—whatever you need me to." He sighed, his voice full of sincerity as he rolled his head to the side, his eyes finding yours in the dim light. "I’m just glad you’re speaking to me."

You turned your body then, eyes meeting his, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. It was small, fragile, but it was something. "Are you sure you can handle all this sweet shit?" Your voice wavered just slightly, betraying the sadness that lingered beneath the surface, but you couldn’t help but try to lighten the mood.

Dean’s laugh rumbled softly, and he shook his head, rolling his shoulder slightly. "Darling, I'm the damn reason for all the sweetness. I can handle it." His smile grew a little, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, which were still full of the weight of his own guilt. "But maybe you can’t."

You raised an eyebrow, the glint of challenge sparking in your eyes. "I could try," you said, settling deeper into the pillow, letting out a quiet sigh. 

For the first time all evening, you let yourself relax a little, the tension in your body easing ever so slightly. Maybe you couldn’t fix everything right now, but you could at least try.

When you got comfortable, he did the same. He kept his hand where it was - right at your waist. He kept his arm there for a moment, his thumb drawing circles on your side without really thinking about it. 

“Feels good.” you managed, glancing up at him. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the shivering you were feeling by the small touch.

He let out a quiet sigh, his eyes still on your face. "It does, doesn't it?" 

"is that what you do with those poor women you have intercourse?" you mocked, as it could flush your anger away.

He shook his head with a quiet scoff, almost as if the thought of being intimate with anyone except you felt wrong.

"No, darling. The other women... It was nothing like this. You are not like them." He murmured in response, his thumb rubbing the curve of your waist.

You snorted, covering your face in your hands to hide the blush “Oh, god. i thought you were going to say that ‘i fucked them if you're asking””

"No, darling, I wouldn't say something like that." He reassured softly as he moved his hand from your waist, his fingers brushing along the side of your cheek. "I won't bring up the other women ever again. I only care about you." He promised, his thumb running over your cheek gently.

"Is it because of the line that connects us?"

"That line connects us for life." He murmured, biting his lower lip. "And I'm glad you're the person it connected me to."

"you don't match the lover boy vibe." you joked, smiling when you both laughed.

He snorted, laughing quietly. "I guess I don't. I'm glad you noticed.”

"why'd you stop?" your voice, insecure but commanding appeared.

"Why'd I stop what, sweetheart?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as his hand was still resting on your cheek, just barely touching your skin.

"the little thing on my waist." you chuckled, a grin creeping on your flustered face.

He felt his breath hitch. “Do you want me to start again?" He asked softly, as he started to run his hand along your side again.

"I wouldn't mind" you add, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Well in that case..." His eyes were on your waist, moving his hand to run along your side. 

Slowly and gently, his fingers gliding across your skin under your shirt, tracing along your waistline. He could tell your breathing changed, which just made his own heart race even faster. He watched you, the way your eyes closed, how your chest rose and fell with each breath you took.

“You got eyes like the forest,” you murmured, your voice soft as you slowly blinked open your eyes, meeting his gaze. You searched for the depth of his eyes, your breath catching in your chest. “The forest I grew up in as a child. With… my mother.”

His gaze softened as he studied your face, watching the vulnerability in your eyes. "I bet that forest was nice," he whispered, his voice low and intimate..

 He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, first drifting over the curve of your lips, then briefly meeting your eyes before returning to the soft, inviting swell of your mouth. The weight of his gaze lingered there just a little too long. He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss—the one that had stayed with him long after it had happened.

“The most beautiful of all,” you whispered, the words barely above a breath, your own eyes tracing the shape of his lips. Your gaze lingered there as your heart beat a little faster, the air between you crackling with anticipation.

He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening slightly, something unreadable flickering in them. His hand, warm and steady, found its way to your hip. He traced lazy, absent patterns on your skin with his thumb—gentle, as though testing the boundaries, but it sent a shiver through you all the same. 

“Is it the same kind of beautiful as you, then?” he asked, his voice almost a hushed caress. His eyes never left your lips, as if he could already feel the touch of them on his own.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your pulse quicken. A small laugh escaped you, soft and breathless, your chest rising with the sensation. He smiled at the sound, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a split second, before dropping down again, drawn back to your lips like a magnet.

"Is that a laugh, or a yes?" he asked, his lips quirking into a tiny, knowing smirk. The tension between you two was palpable now, and his teasing tone only seemed to heighten it.

You rolled your eyes, a playful but nervous smile tugging at your mouth as you leaned in a little closer. "Shut up," you giggled, your voice a little breathless, the heat between you two making it hard to think clearly. 

He was so close, his breath mingling with yours, and you could almost feel the electric pull drawing you closer.The space between you two was no longer just physical, but it was fleeting, fragile, like something too beautiful to rush, and you both knew that something was about to break. 

He bit his lower lip, his thumb still drawing patterns on your hip."Make me." He teased, his voice barely audible, but with an unmistakable challenge in the tone.

You froze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of his voice. His jaw clenched slightly as he waited, his gaze never leaving yours, the quiet pressure of his presence making everything else seem distant. 

"Is that your way to ask for a kiss?" you whispered, the playful challenge in your own voice, matching his teasing with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

His lips twitched upward, but there was something darker in his gaze now. “Is it? Maybe I want you to make me shut up,” he murmured, his green eyes flicking up to meet yours, full of mischief and something deeper, like he was daring you to act on the unspoken tension building between you two.

You rolled your eyes, but inside, you were fighting to hold back the desire to close the distance between you. The air between you two was thick now, and you could feel it pulling you closer. Slowly, you leaned in, just enough for your lips to brush lightly against his in a soft, teasing kiss. The brief contact sent a shiver through you, and his hand moved to your waist, fingers brushing against your side, holding you steady as if to keep you from pulling away.

When the kiss ended, you both lingered in the moment, your breaths mingling as you pulled back just slightly, a quiet smile on your lips. He looked at you with an unreadable expression, and then, with a quiet chuckle, he whispered, “You shut me up.”

“I think it wasn't enough to shut you completely.” Dean felt his heart skip a beat when you spoke to him, and he felt a small shiver run through him. He chuckled quietly just barely above a whisper, leaning close to you.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" He murmured, his hand resting still on your waist, his thumb brushing over your waistline slowly and gently.

"I dunno, kiss you again so you stop being a jerk." You provoke.

"A jerk?" He echoed, leaning closer, closing the small gap between your bodies as your chest touched. 

"you heard me, you just were a pain in the ass during the whole trip instead of kissing me." You continued, driving your hand to spare and squeeze his shoulder, like it held your mind in the moment, making sure it wasn't just a dream. “And you’re being a jerk for not kissing me right now.”

"Oh, I'm being a jerk?" He asked, though he was practically begging inside to kiss you again.

"the worst." you purred, humming when your hand touched his face, catching all the little details about his skin. 

His mouth felt dry when you touched his lips, his breathing heavier as goosebumps formed on his arms. "The worst?"

"Just kiss me, Dean." When you finally said it, he felt like he didn't have to hold himself back any longer. 

He closed the distance between them, letting out a quiet sigh when he felt your lips against his once again and your arms around his neck. He pulled you as close as he could, bodies touching as he held you in his lap while he made his best to lift his position a bit, one hand at your waist and the other cupping your cheek. 

When you felt your tongue against his, you just felt like the world was a better place, worth living in. When you broke the kiss, his lips were still parted, his tongue still hanging out a little bit. He stayed close to you,your eyes closed as he breathed in your warm scent, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back.

"i can't help but think i look like a blender when I'm kissing" You commented, chuckling, followed by his giggle. 

"A blender?"  he spoke, laughing slightly at the idea. He kept his eyes closed, breathing you in, his thumb tracing along your spine, touching foreheads. 

“Sadly, this blender wants more.” You cringed at your own sentence, but Dean couldn't resist by pecking your lips softly the way that made your stomach flutter. 

"You can have more, darlin’. You can have as much as you want, as much as I have to give. Everything." His eyes flicked down to where your lower bodies were touching, biting his lower lip as he looked back up at you. He wanted so much more, but flashes of the day came up to his mind, worries on his poor brain. "Are you tired, darling?"

"Oh, this is a tricky one” you giggled, your eyes not wavering from his face as he held your hands, his thumbs tracing over your “i think all the tiring disappeared after our kiss."

He chuckled, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles, his heart beating faster at the feel of your skin. "But you should probably think about sleeping. Can't stay up all night." He added, his head tilting to the side.

You smirked, leaning to whisper provocatively on his lips. He swallowed, his heart beating faster as he felt the warmth of your breath. “Wanna bet?”

"Yeah, let's see how far you're going for this.." The ghost of a smile on his face as he whispered back, his lips brushing against yours as he lay you back in bed. “But you really need to rest.”

“When she left…” you began, smiling as he caressed your cheeks. “I looked at the horizon, dark in the night, and stopped at a pine tree and for an instant, I saw her.”

Dean frowned, placing his elbow on the bed to support his head as you continued the story. “She approached me and I could feel her touch my head, then a flash came into my mind… they were memories, mine and hers, before she left me with Buckley.”

“So the bastard even lied about finding you at the orphanage?” he laughed bitterly, scratching his forehead as he shook his head.

“Not exactly, he found me there, but it was my mother who guided him to it.” you explained, until your gaze stopped on Dean’s orbs. “I think I can do what she did to me.”

“Put memories in?” he asks, feeling your fingers approach his temples and suddenly everything goes blank, until it starts to form a blurry image at first and the focus adjusts.

A little girl in a white dress was happily playing, running through a vast field of flowers. She rolled on the ground after tripping, but it didn't hurt, it was part of that endless fun. It was you, he knew, by your look, by the way you absorbed the magical energy of the place, as if it were yours.

“Papilio!” a cheerful female voice shouted. It was Forestis, dressed in a long white dress that contrasted with her dark hair like the dawn before sunrise, a romantically beautiful sunkissed dark skin. She was beautiful, radiant. Marvelous. The resemblance between you was clear, the magical glow that made you both so charming.

“Mommy!” You shouted, smiling and running towards Forestis who hugged you and spun you around in the air. “I missed you, where were you? Did you come to get me? Grandpa wants to stop playing hide and seek already? I want to see him! Everyone says he’s powerful. He can make an entire person disappear.”

As you shot endless questions, Forestis’ violet eyes filled with tears, swallowing that weight on her throat as he hugged you tightly and stroked your hair, pulling away a little to look into your eyes that seemed purple back then, not the color they are today. “My dear, you’re already 5 years old. You’re a big girl, aren’t you?”

“Big!” you exclaimed, waving your little arms.

“That’s right, big one.” She swallowed hard, trying to stop her sobs. “That’s why mommy is going to take you to meet someone very special, your father.”

You shook your head “you said that daddy Pax lives somewhere else, in heaven.”

“Yes, but this is another daddy. He’s going to take care of you and teach you a few things while mommy is busy doing other things.” She explained, taking your little hand. “He’s very smart, mommy really likes him.He got eyes as beautiful as the ocean. You like the ocean, don't you, sweetie?”

“But I don’t want to be without mommy.” You argued, throwing yourself at her neck. 

There, Forestis had to gather all her courage to not abandon the mission. Her father threatened to kill you and her if she didn’t get rid of her daughter, promising that you would suffer slowly for days and never see the light of day again. She knew how cruel her father could be. To him, you were nothing more than a bizarre crossing between a vampire witch and a lover of an inferior race. A disgusting bastard, the shame of a kingdom.

“Mommy will come back for you.” She looked at you again, leaning your foreheads together. “It’s a promise.”

Webs wrapped you like a cloak and a deep sleep took over. When you opened your eyes, you were in a cold, white-walled place, sitting in a red rocking chair. Your mother handed several papers to a pale man with beautiful blue eyes, just as the ocean. It was Buckley. You smiled, running to hug your mother who froze at that exact moment.

“Hey, little one.” Buckley bent down to your height. Beautiful wasn't enough to describe him. Majestic was the world. He didn’t have dark circles, a hunched back, or the usual sad look. He was fascinating, just like Forestis. “I’ll take care of you while Cecilia travels, okay? We’ll be great friends together.”

You looked suspiciously at Forestis who had her face turned away, she didn’t want to look at that. Then you smiled at Buckley, she had made you go to his lap and when you looked, she had already disappeared.

“Typical Cecilia. Leaving without saying goodbye.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Shall we go? There’s a lot of cool stuff waiting for us at home.”

The image blurred again, turning dark as you faced Dean back with your watery eyes. “She suffered.” You added, sighing. “Until the last moment of her life.”

“She died with a smile.” Dean corrected, wiping the tears away from your face, planting a kiss in each eye of yours. “She was proud to see that her little girl became a woman enough to kill her.” 

Deep down, you knew Dean was right. She remarked all the time how proud she was, how happy she felt for being with you again. Before you fell asleep, you sent a mental note to the skies. “I forgive you.” and somehow you knew she listened. 

[anitoko-17294]

some fun facts about Bitter Cacao Cookie (Aka, Fallen-hero!Dark Cacao Cookie)

@xaytheloser @rosejigglypuff76

Providing you both some more of the goods

His outfit is a reference to Our Lady of Sorrow, a catholic devotion and popular religious theme (Kinda fitting since Bitter Cacao is the beast of sorrow)

He has never actually done anything to harm his kingdom directly, but rather chooses to do so indirectly in order to not draw attention to himself (And yes, this has failed), one these methods of attacking his kingdom includes sending out vines covered with purple flowers that, if you made the mistake of smelling them, you too would feel an endless need to mourn

See that crescent-shaped beauty mark on Bitter Cacao's cheek? This is actually based off a headcanon I have that he had been connected to Moonlight Cookie back when he was known as Dark Cacao Cookie (And yes, Moonlight Cookie is aware of what happened to Dark Cacao, and even to this day, she is hellbent on bringing him out of his anguish-induced stupor)

His senses are sharper than usual (His hearing in particular to be more specific), so even a sudden loud noise is enough to trigger a crying jab in the king

His sense of self-care? Besides showering, his sense of self care is basically non-existent

BONUS: The statuses of the other dark cacaoians (And those who are aware of the situation)

Snowberry Cookie (Oc of mine): Yes, she still loves him, even after he made (multiple) attempts to plunge the kingdom into a literal version of the Great Depression. She tries to find normalcy in her and her husband's usual routine, even if it does mean having to be given stares of concern from the kingdom's citizens. She’s also the one who always reminds Bitter Cacao to take care of himself since he tends to forget about his own health psychically and mentally even before he became a beast

Licorice Cookie (I’m just gonna assume he lives there): Keeps an eye on the kingdom's walls (Along with calming the Licorice Monsters down if they start getting too restless as Bitter Cacao is incredibly sensitive to loud noises). Keep in mind that he’s doing this mostly out of pity for the king, as well as the fact that he had left the Cookies of Darkness alongside Affagato after hearing about the status of the kingdom (Spoiler alert: It’s not good, AT ALL)

Affagato Cookie: As per mentioned, he too had left the cookies of darkness to return to the Dark Cacao Kingdom because again, kingdom wasn’t exactly in good spirits. He’s not liked AT ALL by the other citizens, given how he had attempted to take over the kingdom, as well as nearly screwing the Creme republic over. He does at least manage to keep in contact with Cream Unicorn Cookie, so at least he’s not totally alone. He also tries to help out the kingdom by attempting to cheer the king up, and though his attempts rarely succeed, when they do, he swears that he can see the tiniest smile appear on Bitter Cacao's face

Milk Cookie (His tribe lives near the Dark Cacao kingdom territory, so it technically counts): He tries to be optimistic, but with the fact that Bitter Cacao had plunged the entire Dark Cacao Kingdom into a literal Great Depression, alongside the so-called "disappearance" of Dark Choco Cookie, he's not exactly in good spirits, though he wouldn’t ever admit so

Espresso Cookie (They’re an ancestor to the coffee tribe, so again, it counts): She had initially trekked to the dark cacao kingdom to see their ancestors (Aka, the coffee tribe), but decided to stay in the kingdom in order to find a way to bring Bitter Cacao out of his anguish-induced stupor. They stay with Affagato cookie (They’re basically roommates)

Also, if anyone asks, I hc that Espresso is a transwoman who uses she/they

Cocoa Cookie (She’s technically a cacaoian): She actually wasn’t aware about what was going on until a relative who lived in the kingdom gave her the news, and to put it mildly, she’s a nervous wreck about the ordeal

Mint Choco Cookie: He tries not to let the stress of the situation in his home kingdom get the better of him, but that’s easier said than done

Caramel Arrow Cookie: She's often quoted as the mom of the royal family, as she, alongside Snowberry Cookid, are often the ones who constantly pesters Bitter Cacao to take care of himself, with C. Arrow even resorting to dragging him to bed or the dinner table if she has to

Crunchy Chip Cookie: …he doesn’t like to talk about it

Stormbringer Cookie: She honestly didn’t even know about the situation in the dark cacao kingdom at first until she smelled one of the sorrow flowers by accident and wouldn’t stop crying for DAYS. She often tries to help the kingdom by giving travelers a stern warning about the sorrow flowers, as well as often trying to cheer up Bitter Cacao anytime he visits the Chococake tower by offering him Cotten candy clouds

Dark Choco Cookie: ………lets just say you don’t want to know

[rowretro]

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: harassment

✧taglist✧:  @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07 

✧CHAPTER 8✧

It hasn’t been too long since the kidnapping, and now the only issue trapped in Riki’s hands was the baby issues. Adoption, weekly checks, etcetera, etcetera. He was 18, and therefore it was legal for him to have the baby around. As far as they’re concerned, you and Riki are a happy, healthy couple, who have the perfect environment for a baby. Though one thing was hitting him around the head. Seeing her with Sungchan.

It seems over these days, Sungchan had noticed that y/n and Riki are living together, and so he used this as his leverage, acting all innocent, and sweet boy around y/n… Pissing of Riki in the process. He’s not jealous, god he hates that girl why would he be?. He just doesn’t want anyone else being affected by his clash with a mob. He genuinely hates it, the 2 people he hates with his heart, smiling together. Maybe that’s what’s pissing him off

“Y/n where you off to?” Riki asked, eying her, her hair done in 2 butterfly buns, clothes a little too good to just go to the shops or run an errand “Just going to buy some groceries… Stay and look after the baby kay?” the girl said with a smile. Before she could leave, Riki held her wrist, pulling her back.  “No wait for us, Im bringing the baby, we can together.” He coldly said as the girl shrugged. She didn’t bother questioning him as it was reasonable why he wouldn’t want her going out alone.

The girl dressed the baby as they waited for Riki, and it didn’t take too long for him to get ready, but when he came out the girl’s jaw dropped. “You are NOT wearing that. You own a million hoodies and you choose one similar to MINE?!!!” she yelled as Riki scoffed “jeez you aren’t that special. I just threw on the first thing I got. Now get your ass up and let’s go” He simply said, smirking as he walked away. His trousers were similar to her skirt, his skeletal rib hoodie practically matching with the skeletal butterfly one she wore. This can’t be a coincidence.

Oh how bad the girl wanted to rip that smug smirk off of his face, everytime some people walked by, eyeing them and complimenting them “They’re such a cute couple” “their baby is so adorable” Riki just wished Sungchan was there to see them right now, the look on his face. The baby suddenly whined, picking her arms up at Riki. The male sighed and picked her up. “Why me? Why not the annoying one???” Riki asked the baby with a pout as she just snuggled Riki, staring up at him. When the male’s eye’s met the baby’s, she smiled shyly hiding her face in his chest.

As Riki walked around the store, following y/n with the baby in his hand, the girl threw in the necessary things “Riki can you go get some ice cream? My usual.” She simply said as he sighed, carrying the baby as he went to the Ice cream aisle. “I have to get mint choco icecream for an annoying girl. With a baby in my hands, why did my life come to this?” he mumbled as the baby placed her hand on his lips, smacking them. “Jeez- ok I’ll shut up m’lady” he said as he opened the freezer with one arm.

The girl was just going through her shopping list, placing necessary items in the trolley. “Why is it so fucking high?” she mumbled to herself, trying to reach for the honey bottle. Seeing her struggle, a random male came up to her, hand going up from her waist to her stomach, under the sweater, as he got the honey for her. y/n flinched as she frowned at him “What was that for?!!” she asked as she frowned at him “what I was just getting your honey-” “n-no- you touched my waist!” The girl confronted the male scoffed.

“Wow, the audacity to blame me, everyone here saw. I was only helping you. Don’t be too full of yourself.” the man said as y/n just frowned at him, she looked around, feeling embarrassed as the others started gossipping. Around that time, Riki arrived at the scene with the baby, placing 3 tubs of ice cream in the trolley. “Wow. quite audacious of you to think you can touch any girl that’s standing alone and expect her not to react.” He simply said.

He wrapped a protective arm around y/n’s waist, pulling her into his embrace. “Fucking apologize to my wife or else.” Riki warned, glaring at the man as he bowed, apologizing to her before rushing off elsewhere. Y/n would’ve turned around and screamed at him for pulling such a stunt, but how could she when he practically just saved her from shame? Maybe Riki isn’t so awful after all…  

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

[reanimatedgh0ul]

danny @ valerie on the tl after being blocked for like the 3rd time this week lol

honestly feel like the trio and valerie would pretend to get into fights and/or create fake drama on the tl over the dumbest shit or out of nowhere bc it's funny

basically just unfollowing blocking each other making fake callout threads and/or telling their followers they have 24 hrs to unfollow this person lol

[markiemelon]

mint choco

genre. pure fluff ! no warnings

pairings. bff!xiaojun x fem implied! reader ♡

—{3:11pm}♡‧₊˚ ↴

“stop leaving the toilet seat up when i come over.” you stormed into the living room. “no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend…”

“yeah, says the person who hasn’t even had a first kiss yet.” he teased you.

you were quick to snap back. “well if you hadn’t insisted on tagging along on that blind date-”

you were interrupted. “i didn’t even do anything!! it was like i wasn’t even there!” he rolled his eyes.

your face turned expressionless. “xiaojun.” you blinked a couple of times. “you literally put your hand over my mouth right as he leaned in to kiss me.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly. “yeah, well… i didn’t like that guy…”

“whatever.” you dismissed the conversation.

you looked over to the boy sitting comfortably on the couch, enjoying his mint chocolate ice cream. this was a regular thing to see when you went to xiaojun’s house, but you found it to be absolutely disgusting, nonetheless.

“how can you eat that…” you took a seat next to him.

extremely offended, he raised his eyebrows while he turned his head carefully to face you, being dramatic as ever. “what did you just say to me?”

you made a sloppy gesture pointing to the dish of the green mess.

“and what about it?!” he yelled in response to your silent comment. he slammed his bowl onto the coffee table in front of him and didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch.

you looked up at the boy who towered over you. as intimidating as he tried to seem, you couldn’t take him seriously at all. you swallowed to keep your smile from showing. “you monster!” you instigated. “it tastes like toothpaste!!”

“no.” he took a moment to breathe. “toothpaste. tastes. like. MINT.”

and that was xiaojun’s last straw.

“okay, yn. you brought this upon yourself.” he swiftly reached for his precious bowl of now half-melted mint chocolate ice cream, taking a big spoon full of it, and taking it right up to your mouth.

you squealed at the feeling of the minty mush hitting your lips. the spoon stopped against you teeth, the only thing keeping the vial flavor from reaching your tastebuds.

nearly gagging, you tried to run and wash it off, but you were held back by xiaojun locking you into his arms.

“i have to wash this off!!!” you, and your threatened tastebuds cried.

“okay, ill get it off. calm down.” he tried to sound annoyed.

relieved, you waited for xiaojun to hand you the napkin on the table. you were completely caught off guard by the feeling of xiaojun’s lips connecting with yours.

your first kiss. this is exactly what you’ve wanted. but this is not exactly how you wanted it. your head was rushing, competing with your pounding heart. you never thought you would be kissing your best friend, and not be completely hating it, but there you were. you had no idea you could think and feel so many things at once. it was soft. it was sweet. it was cold…it was minty.

xiaojun pulled away from you, his grin only growing wider and wider as your cheeks got warmer and warmer.

he admired your priceless expression. “…i cant let perfectly good mint choco go to waste…”

“what was that for?!” you blushed and wiped your mouth with the back of your palm. “you said you would get it off!!!”

“and i did!!!” he said, completely shamelessly.

“you’re disgusting!” you scoffed to distract from your pounding chest.

“but not as disgusting as mint choco, hm?” xiaojun teased.

he didn’t take his eyes off of yours while he took his time to bring his palm up to your cheek. you couldn’t believe you were seeing this side of xiaojun.

being best friends with xiaojun, you’ve had your fair share of flirting and confusing butterflies. he got you flustered all the time, but he certainly never took it this far.

but right as you hoped for this to be a romantic moment, you would find that it’s just too good to be true.

still cradling your cheek, he grazed your lips with his thumb; that’s when your fantasy shattered. he just spread ice cream all over your lips again.

“ew! get it off! get it off!” you broke the stillness in the atmosphere.

xiaojun smiled. “fine.”

this time, you anticipated his touch. he leaned in to kiss you gently one more time… and suddenly, mint choco wasn’t so bad.

this was hard to write because i love mint choco (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

hope you enjoyed xx

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[annieontheside]

Buck and Eddie: pet names (2/?)

"What about evan?"

Buck almost drops the spoon inside the ice cream.

they're on the bed, sheets dropped to their low waists, two cups of ice cream on their hands. Eddie didn't like eating on the bed but he seemed to want something sweet after sex and he didn't want to get up either.

he takes a few seconds to think about the question, then another few seconds to figure out what they were talking about (Eddie just rearranged his guts, alright? he's allowed some slack), and answers with pursed lips.

"I don't know. no one calls me evan"

Eddie hums, looking for more pieces of chocolate on his mint choco ice cream (it always came with some big chunks and Buck loved the big smile that always painted Eddie's face when he found one). "exactly"

Buck stops for a second. "uh. i don't follow"

"aren't pet names supposed to be like, unique? they're some inner-" Eddie shook his spoon around, trying to find the words. "dialogue? inside joke? between a couple. it means that whatever pet name i choose, no one else will use it."

Buck hums. "but then why do you want to use Evan? it's my name."

Eddie nods, and this time he looks up from his cup. "Buck, how many people call you Evan?"

Buck doesn't even have to think. "two."

"and who are those people?"

he grins. "my parents..."

"and how many times a year you see them?"

"two," he stops before he says something like and i hope it would be even less. Eddie doesn't say anything but by the way he looks at Buck, he knows what he was thinking.

"exactly," Eddie smiles softly. "i know you don't like it. but i think that..." he stops suddenly, his cheeks getting pink as he looks away. he sighs heavily. "i think that i can change it, for you."

"change my name?"

"change what your name means, to you. what memories it brings."

Buck gulps, trying to slow down his heartbeat.

every day he wakes up and wonders, can i love Eddie more than I already do? and every day Eddie shows him his love is endless.

Eddie is not looking at him, but Buck doesn't care. he gets closer and with a hand pushes Eddie's face towards hum, until he can kiss his cheek softly. he can hear him sigh, before Eddie turns around and pushes his lips against Buck's.

"okay," Buck whispers after a minute. Eddie's lips are softly grazing his, and he feels like the world doesn't exist. it's just the two of them. "you can call me Evan."

He's smiling. "thank you, amor"

Buck gasps. "hey!"

Eddie laughs so hard he drops his ice cream.

originally based on this post:

[thr34t2sanity]

I am thinking of making a part two to this so we’ll see how it goes. Also this is my second time writing smut so if you have ANY tips or if something needs to be edited go head and leave me a comment. I don’t feel like editing. Boo editing. Also these photos are the inspiration for what Mingi’s hair looks like. I know what you’re thinking: “Bro those are 2 different hair styles…” I CANT CHOSE U CHOSE.

Cheer up, Mingi! Pt 1 (?)

Content: SMUT, college au, FWB, foreplay, daddy! kink, multiple orgasms

Pairing: Dom! Mingi X fem sub reader

Summary: You told him to study for the upcoming exam, but he told you not to worry because: “I got this.” Long story short, the only thing Song Mingi got was a 58%. He has been sulking all day and you’ve decided you had enough. Your goal by the end of the night is to him happy. Mission mingimpossible is a go!

You sigh loudly as you approach Mingi at the university’s cafe tables. He was slumped over with his face burried into his arms. However, you did not need to see his face to know that his (already sad-puppy-dog) eyes were glossed over with disappointment.

“Mingi,” you try gently. “ I got you some watermelon punch.” He doesn’t even twitch. “Mingi. Meeeangi. Minki. Minki mouse. Meeeeeeaaan-“

“Shut up.” His muffled voice had cut you off, but he finally shifts his head towards you. “Thank you for the drink, now go away.” You frown, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“How can I go away when I just spent $6 on a drink for an ungrateful dick, who might not even drink it anways because he is a bad friend.” You reply, crossing your arms with a little hmph and turning your back so it rested against the table. You didn’t really care about the drink though. You would buy him a million drinks if he would just perk up a little; but you knew that if you pretend to be upset, it would make him feel bad.

You watch him sit up from the corner of your eye. He looks at you and you turn your head the opposite way in protest before letting out another little hmph. He sighs but begrudingly grabs the cup and takes a sip. It was extremely good, just like how he knew it would be. Problem being that it would ruin his plans of sulking for the rest of the day. Who can be sad while drinking subak hwachae ?

“Thank you,” he mumbles quietly.

“You are so welcome, my bratty little princess.” He cracks a smile, but doesn’t reply as he mindlessly attempts to finish his drink. “So…” You start slowly. “How bad was it?” He groans loudly, letting his head lean back until his forhead was facing the sky. It is at times like this when you are reminded of just how good-looking your friend Mingi was.

When you realize that you had been admiring him for a beat too long, you quickly try to move on. “That bad huh? Well I got an 89% which is not bad, but it’s definitely bringing down my avergage. Which is unforunate.”

“I got a 58%.” You let out an audible gasp before spinning around in your seat. You stare at him in disbelief. “He also left little notes on my exam- he fucking asked me if college was the ‘right path for me.’’ He said exasperated. “Shit,” he groans slumping back down into his arms. “This really sucks.”

You place your hand on his back rubbing gently. You felt really bad for Mingi, even though he definitely should’ve of studied. Mr. Yun was an old asshole who was known for making his exams unnecessarily hard. Mingi’s class, specifically, was a lot harder than yours because he was in associtional statistical analysis, unlike you who chose predictive analysis. You questioned him on this choice, but he said it aligned a lot more withh his major and skills.

“You poor baby,” you say resting your head on his shoulder. An idea pops into your mind and you sit up giving, him a wide smile. “How about you come over later? My roommate is gone for the week visiting family. We will have the house all to ourselves and we can buy some mint choco icecream, and do a movie marathon, or anything else you want.”

The last sentence catches his atttention. “Anything I want?” He wonders out loud. You rest your head on the table, your faces only a few inches a part, and smile.

“Anything.” You reassure him, patting his arm lightly. “Just stop, whatever this is.”

He smirks a little. “Okay, just make sure you don’t go back on your word.” HUH? You think, but he doesn’t give you any room to discern what he meant just now as he quickly sits up. “When is your last class?”

‘Uhhh.. my last class ends at 4:30 today.”

“Okay I’ll meet you here.” He gets up without another word leaving you to ponder over what he meant by not going back on your words. After a moment you decide to brush it off, unusual behavior is not unsual for Song Mingi anyways.

Just as promised, you walk up to find Mingi patiently waiting for you at the cafe tables. “Alright,” he claps. “Let’s go the convience store. I’ll buy the snacks since you’re being so good to me.” You beam at him, noticing that he already seemed to lose the gloomy attitude.

“Lead the way, Monkey.” He gives you dirty look but turns to start walking to the convience store with you.

You huff in annoyance setting down the fourth and last bag of snacks Mingi bought, you get the mint chocolatee icecream out and making a bowl for you both. As you make your way to the living room to join Mingi, you balance the icecream in one arm so you can smack him in the head. “Hey what the hell?” He says looking at you as if you were crazy.

“You bought all those snacks and I had to carry all those bags the entire 15 min walk back, you dickhead.” Mingi pouts, rubbing the back of his head.

“I thought you said we would do anything I wanted, you’re a liar.” You roll your eyes as you finally figured what he meant by don’t go back on your words.

“Nobodied lied. I carried all those bags didn’t I, Princess?” He smiles cheekily, batting his lashes at you.

“Thank youuu.” He sing songs.

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumble. You sit his icecream down on the coffee table in front of you and join him on the floor, ironically a few feet away from your sofa. “What are we watching.”

“Grave Of The Fireflies,” he replies nonchalantly. You snap your head to look at him shock. Absolutely not. Grave Of The Fireflies is one of the most depressing films you had ever seen in your 20 years of living. That movie has never failed to make you cry like a bitch and Mingi knows that. Although, he has never watched it with you.

“Oh no we are not.” You scoffed. “Pick something else.” You say while settting your icecream next to his on the table. Knowing Mingi, it’s going to be an argument and you are prepared to him on this.

“No. I want to watch Grave Of The Fireflies.” He attempts to click on the movie, but you jump for the remote. You grasp it and try to yank it out of his hands but he tugs it right back towards his chest. Effectively yanking you towards him, but you yank it right back. You guys go on tussling for a second before you decide to jump on him. Once he realized that you were going to get the upper hand, he flips your positions. Your back hit the floor, both your arms pinned by his hands, and you’re left staring up at a now out of breath Mingi with his chain dangling above your face.

Both of you freeze in place, breathing heavily while taking in the each others dishevealed appearance. You find your eyes wanting to wander and that’s when you snapback into reality. What are you doing? You ask yourself.

“Get of me, you giant.” You say as you playfully push at his chest which barely nudges him, but he gets off. He stands up and offers you his hand and you take it. After being hoisted up by his strong arm, you go sit on the couch fixing your hair and trying to compose yourself. Unfortunately for you, Mingi sits dangerously close to you and leans his head on your shoulder.

“Here.” He says in defeat. “You can choose since you are violent.” You roll your eyes but take the remote from his hands and he sits up, making you feel a pang of disappointment. What is wrong with me? Get it together.

“How about we watch Mean Girls?” He groans. “What?”

“I have watched that movie so many times with my mom and, weirdly enough, with San too. In fact, I do not even know many tims San and Wooyoung made me watch this movie with them.” You snort out a laugh. San was literally too cute. “How about we watch this movie.” He points at the screen.

You give him a deadpanned look. “Mingi, how am I supposed to know what you are pointing at?” He gives you an embarrassed smile and you couldn’t help but laugh at his cute face a little bit. “Here- choose it.” You watch curiously as he scrolls and chooses a movie with Justin Timberlake on the poster. Friends With Benefits? “This is what you want to watch?” You eye him, trying to hide your suspicions.

“Yeah have you seen it? It’s pretty good.” Mingi doesn’t even glance at you as he presses play. He just grabs a throw pillow and gets comfortable on the couch with his eyes glued to the screen. You have never seen this movie, but that title- plus whatever just happened a couple of minutes ago- sets you on edge. You glance down at the now somewhat melted icecream, almost forgetting it sat in front of you. You grab both bowls and hand Mingi his before following his lead and settliing down into the couch.

A quarter way into the movie, Justin Timberlake is going on a spiel about how people should have sex like tennis when he suddenly propositions Mila Kunis. You lean forward a bit, interested in their exchange. Oddly enough what he was saying was making a lot of sense to you, but you were aware that feeling beget logic everytime. You feel Mingi shift as well and you turn your head to ask him to spoil the movie a bit, obviously expecting him to be in position he was a moment ago. Instead he is dangerously close to your face.

“Min-“ You’re cut off by him pressing his lips to yours. You don’t move, shocked by the feeling of him moving his mouth against yours in a way that can only be described as tantalizing. He brushes his tongue against your lips, begging for enterance to your mouth. When you don’t comply fast enough, he squeezes your boob roughly which makes you let a noise somewhere in between a gasps and moan. With new found opportunity, he explores your mouth his tongue and you finally catch up with him.

You two kissing sloppily. Neither of you caring about the drool that drips inbetween you everytime you shift your heads. “Fuck.” You hear him mumble before you are swept up into his lap. You can feel his bulge pressed against your clothed pussy and it made you feel as if someone had lit a fire in your stomach.

Meanwhile, Mingi’s lips have found their way to your neck as his hands press you down on his growing print. You let out a whine and begin to grind your hips into his. You wrap your arms around his neck, needing to feel his lips on your again. You’re mess in his arms- hips moving according to his every want. He reaches for your shirt and that takes you out of the trance.

You stop his hands from lifting your shirt even further. This causes him to look up at you in confusion. “Mingi…” You trailed off. “I think we should stop here.” He raised both eyebrows, then leans in so close that his lips brush against yours as he speaks.

“I could’ve sworn we said that we would do anything that I wanted...” You suck in a sharp breath, you were turned on out of your mind. “And right now…. I decided that I want to do you.” He leans back, placing both arms behind his head. “But if that’s not what you want, we can stop here.” When you don’t move, he smirks at you. “That means you’re free to climb off my dick if that’s what you want beautiful.”

You swallow hard. Fuck it. Your hands reach them hem of your top and pull your shirt over your head. Your shiver as your bare chest is met by Mingi’s desire filled eyes. You almost feel embarassed but he removes one hand from behind his head and grasps a hand full of your boob. “No bra?” He questions you with a smile.

“Obviously,” you bite back. He rolls your nipple between his fingers in retaliation, causing you to whimper softly.

“I’m beginning to think you invited me here with the goal of fucking me.” He laughs lightly. His eyes admiring the way your bare breast fit in his hands. He had a handful but there was quite a lot of boob left to for him to grab. He licked his lips, mesmerized by how your skin glowed with the light of the forgotten movie you guys were watching.

“As if, you’re the one who came here with the intention of fucking me. I was just to oblivious to notice.” You begin to move your hips again, desperately chasing that burning feeling in your stomach that has spread to your now aching pussy.

“Who told you that?” Mingi ask, but you can tell that you had hit the nail right on the head from the way he was smiling at you. You raise your eyebrows at him and he laughs. “You got me.” Suddenly your underneath him, his chain hanging over face just like it had earlier. Damn, has he always smelled this fucking good? You think. But you’re pulled out of your thoughts by Mingi pulling down the loose sweats you hand warn that day.

He gets right to it, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. At this point, you are thanking the heavens that you decided to wear a cute pair of boxers today. You make eye contact with him and you start to feel dizzy. His eyes were glued to yours and that alone made you lose the ability to form thoughts. You break eye contact realizing that you would definitely orgasm prematurely if he kept looking at you like this. He places a firm kiss directly over your clothes clit, before sucking on it through the fabric of your underwear.

“Mingi,” you moan. He stops and you lift your head to look at him wondering why he stopped.

“I don’t want you to call me Mingi right now.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I need you to call me Daddy, baby. Can you do that for me? Mhmm pretty girl?” He says looking at you from underneath his eyelashes. You nod afraid to speak because if you did, you would tell him you would do anything if it meant that he would keep looking at you like that with those beautiful eyes of his. He was killing you.

“Yes I can, Daddy.” You reply, the words feeling foreign on your lips, but it satisfied Mingi.

“Good girl.” He says happily. He manuvers your underwear to the side and presses kisses against your enterance. The lewd sounds making your toes curl.“You’re already this wet for me baby. Guess I’ll have to help my baby out.” He pulls you firmly up against his mouth and begins using his tonge to stroke in and out of you.

You let out a loud string of moans mixed in with the breathless call of “Daddy,” egging him on and Mingi is quite literally eating it up. The movements of his tongue become more rough with every moan. He was only using his tongue but his nose repeatedly bumps against your clit everytime he moves his tongue in you. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on it and making him moan. This sends you over the edge. You climax- hard.

“Daddy,” you whimper softly. You were struggling to breathe by this point. Soft whines escaping your mouth wih every exhale. However, you aren’t given much time to recover. Mingi sits up, grabbing you and sitting back so you’re straddling him again. You can feel your pussy dripping all over his baggy orange pants.

“Oh baby,” he cooes. “You’re making a mess all over Daddy’s pants right now.” He places hands between your bare pussy and his bulging crotch to finger you a bit. You squirm against his hand, still very sensitive after cumming on his tongue. Either this fact hadn’t dawned on Mingi or simply he didn’t care as he stroked your pussy ruthlessly. He presses two fingers against a certain spot and you jolt unable to take the sudden spike in pleasure. “Look at that…” He smirks at you.

Without warning, Mingi began to continously presses his fingers against your g-spot all the while firmly pressing your bare breast against his chest. Your nipples rub against the fabric of his shirt turning you on more. “Daddy, fuck, right there.” You could feel him twitching against you as you move your hips to match the thrust of his fingers. He added two more fingers, stretching you out further. He then skillfully presses his thumb firmerly against your clit as he moves his fingers. In seconds, you’re coming again.

You bury face into his neck, taking in deep breath. “Are you alright baby?” He whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the skin behind it. You nod, unable to do much else. “Good because I’m not done with you yet.”

Pt 2 🫶🏽

[heerocks]

CURIOUS CAT - it's about time

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in high school. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef between them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C. account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

The door towards the library swung open, and Lee Heeseung, who was now sitting at the empty table at the corner not far from the said entrance, can't help but raise his head to look at the new visitor. Well, from the moment he took a seat, he would unconsciously look up every time he heard the screech that the glass door would make hoping it was you that finally came.

Life might be playing with him. Only three minutes have passed since he settles in and waits but Heeseung was sure there are more than ten people coming inside and every time they did open the door, he'll look up. An obvious action telling him that he can't wait to see you.

Heeseung unknowingly smiled at the thought, and before he knew it, the familiar screech was heard again.

He nonchalantly looked up, ready to accept that it was just another random person but then your presence invade his vision, and that obviously caused him to smile. You smiled back at him, waving your occupied hands that held two bottles of juices while the other one gently carried the familiar small paper bag while walking towards him.

"I'm sorry, Am I late?" You ask, putting your belongings down and finally sitting.

"No, I just got here... don't worry."

You hummed silently setting up your laptop and other things, "Oh, here. I fetch some juice on my way here. I know you said the food has been covered but it's good that we have extra."

Heeseung took the beverage gently from your hand but in the process, his brushed against yours albeit jiffy and you swear on Sunoo's mint choco ice cream that there's an electricity that flows inside your veins.

Sparks? There's no way they're real.

Fortunately, you managed to poise yourself by chuckling although it came out awkward.

"I see that you're not with your friends today"

"They're... uhh, busy... fortunately." Why am I getting anxious though? Still thinking about the flicker that you felt with or from Heeseung, your hands can't help but nervously rummage through your things hoping the man in front wouldn't notice that you're on edge.

Unluckily for you, Heeseung did.

How can he not? He always has his eyes on you. His friends noticed it, even people he doesn't know surely did, everyone notices it but you. Heeseung should be worried about your frame gradually shrinking from tense... (figuratively) but he can't. Not when he knew you were affected by him. It's cute.

Heeseung tried to hide his smile even though you can't really see it. He moved slowly while still keeping his eye on you, bringing both of his elbows on top of the table causing him to propped up before scooting closer to you.

"Fortunately? And why is that?" He asks whispering the question. And it might be an innocent little action because obviously, you two are inside the library and people should observe how loud their voice can be but the said stunt surprisingly made you shiver which kind of contradicts how hot your face suddenly felt even though the centralized air conditioner made the whole room freeze.

You laughed, "Do you think it's kind of hot in here?" Heeseung chuckled silently watching as you took your cardigan off and began to fan yourself with your hand.

"I don't know, I am cold..." He replied shrugging his shoulder to point to the jacket he was wearing, "Well, are you?"

Now, Heeseung can't hide his smile or rather he doesn't even try to hide his smile. And, then you get it.

This little shit. Doing innocent things just to rail you up. Why did it escape your thoughts that Heeseung doing 'innocent' things is not really an innocent thing?

You clicked your tongue, "Stop."

"What?"

"Doing that"

"Doing what?"

"Stop smirking!" You frustratingly yelled and automatically someone shushed you from the other table. The nerve this Lee Heeseung has. You apologetically said sorry before turning back to the perpetrator.

"Stop teasing me or else! You're like my friends sometimes, I swear. So annoying"

Heeseung silently chuckled, burying his smile and finally raising both of his arms as a sign that he was giving up. You looked at him for some time, ensuring he wouldn't do anything. And heeseung did that childish zipping mouth as an assurance that made you laugh.

"Oh, wait. I want to show you something!!!" You excitedly whispered. And the man you're with can't believe the sudden 180 change in your behavior, he finds it cute as always though. He's down bad, guys.

You grabbed the small paper bag and then gently opened it. Your hands then seized something inside pulling it to show to him.

"I came to fetch something on my locker this morning before coming here and this was already there. It was carefully tied on the doors and when I opened it... I saw the cutest thing ever!" Heeseung smiled at your excitement. Eyes sparkling as you coo-ed at the origami bouquet that he did.

"It's cute right?"

He pretended to be in doubt, looking at the flower and then back at you. "It is... but it's quite clumsy made, isn't it?" Shame on him. Why is he sabotaging himself? Maybe he just wanted to fish more of your compliment. Maybe, he is. What about it though

You dramatically gasped as if you got offended, "What are you saying? It's the most prettiest thing I've ever seen" Bingo. "It's the thoughts that count. It's the effort, you hear me? I bet this took hours to make."

Again, he can't control his smile. "You like it that much?"

"I love it so much" You replied with no hesitation. "It's so cute. I think I'm in love with them now."

That's his cue. As of now, Heeseung cannot be reached. He was far up high, floating on cloud 9 just from your words alone.

Seeing you treasure the paper bouquet that he did, made him feel queasy. You are right, it took him hours especially because it's the first time he did try to make one.

After Sunoo gave him his blessing. Heeseung spends the rest of the day thinking of a plan to make a move. Maybe it was no coincidence that he was slammed in the head with the origami book his brother had when it fell. He think he was unlucky but looking at it now, the book just made him the happiest man on earth.

Heeseung had doubts. He didn't know what he wanted to do regarding his feelings. Will he just suck it up and be content with whatever he had with you now, or will he take a risk to step his foot forward and closer to you? After seeing your reaction to what he thinks is the most simple thing he can offer, Heeseung now knew the answer.

"You're worth the risk..." He whispered looking at you.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" Heeseung smiled shaking his head.

It's about time for him to realize.

They're right, It's time to confess...

chapter 42 — It's about time

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[sammywolfgirl]

Okay there was at least one like on the interest post so here’s the pitch-

I’m framing this like I got full creative direction for a cookie run kingdom event, will no limitations like budget, time, or executive interfearence

That being said I’m also pitching this as a ‘give devs creative team an easy update’ since a majority of the things used in this update are already designed in some way so this event could take place before a major event like a major lore drop, big anniversary update, etc.

That being said

Cookie run Kingdom: Jellywalkers attack!

I’ll go over gameplay stuff first.

First off this is a two part update like the moonlight Anniversary update was. So an extra long one.

As for new cookies there will be four new Epic cookies- one released in the first and second half of each update half.

No super epics or legendarys, because god I’m so tired of the special gachas one after another! Instead the ‘special Gacha’ will just be an event costume Gacha.

There will be costumes released in theme with the update but also a special Gacha that give character skins with unique voice lines. But they’re special costumes and not legendary. I will elaborate when we get there.

Now onto the characters.

In the first half of the update we will get Energy drink cookie, an epic bomber class. (Also in this post I’ll be using my gender fluid energy drink headcanon so I’ll be using he/she/they for him.)

Energy drinks skill involves her sending out an aoe attack that puts a defence debuff on the enemies, if his skill is used again they will grand a powerful attack and defence buff on the team. These two skill effects alternate every use. And durring the buffing skill use she will go into that green power up energy mode, and her own attack speed will increase for a short while before returning to normal. Maybe this mode procks after every skill use regardless if it’s the attack or buffing skill phase. I’m open to suggestions on that front

In the first part of the update Twizzly Gummy cookie will get a magic candy. This candy is going to be a bit of a gimic but I think it’ll be fun. This candy will buff the critical hit chance for her special making it stupid easy to get crits. Add in a damage buff and twizzlys skill is a stupid good aoe. My girl deserves to be broken for a while. The magic candy ingredient will be “electrifying wires”

Costume wise in this half we open the special guest costume Gacha which iiiiis, costumes of the band of misfits! Costumes for avocado, mint choco, strawberry, and carrot cookie that give them the appearence of the alt timeline gang, their dialogue reflecting these characters and getting special dialogue when interacting with Twizzly or each other. These likely would be event exclusive costumes so once the event is over you can’t get them but idealy they’d be put in the regular Gacha but made rare after the event is over because I know I’m not the only Twizzly gang enjoyer out there! Also the event would hand out rainbow cubes a lot so pfp players will get a chance to get them. Maybe also some costume chests where you pick one guaranteed would also be prizes in the event because I like being nice.

There will also be a new decor tab themed off those unreleased cookie wars jellywalker decor items. With some added stuff themed around Twizzly too. Twizzly gets a decor set where she powers up a neon sign and cackles about it. And maybe also energy drink can interact with it, where they tag it with a sticker lmao.

For events outside of the story we’ll bring in a new event in the first update part

This event is an endless wave survivor. You build up a team (or three super mayhem style, but at least one) and you put them agains an endless wave of enemies. You gain points for the amount of time survived and how many enemies defeated, earning event tokens to upgrade hp, attack, and defender like the boss events. Though no bosses will appear, at most strong enemies that give a lot of points if defeated. The banner event tied to this gives the usual rewards, but maybe add in a costume if you’re feeling creative. Like Angel cookies jellywalker costume from ovenbreak.

In the second half of this update Wasabi cookie will be released. a cookie decor for her will be released in the second part of the event. It’s a decor that’s themed after her lab. Let her do mad science and look at stuff in goopy test tubes

Wasabi is an Epic rank ambush cookie. And her skill launches wasabi shots at the enemies and dealing major crit damage. Maybe there’s also poison damage as an element because I don’t want to add acid as a new element when that’s just poison but green. (The skill isn’t something I’m super happy with so I’m open to ideas)

Wasabi will get her own bingo card event like Twizzly gummy did when released.

The story mode will be attached to the storybook style thing since I like that and why not. I’ll get into the plot later though.

The second part of the event is when the rest of the cookies release. And also the costumes.

For costumes it’ll be like acid punk sort of dystopian themed costumes, they get their own special pull animations like the star ones and rock event ones. I don’t have a name for these yet but here’s the costume ideas:

Candy diver gets a costume that looks like their head is filed with a mix of the jellywalkers purple goop and energy drinks green potion thing. The rest of the suit taking on a blacklight sort of pallet and adding some grunge to it. The description would basically state that as candy diver is a ghost the jellywalker virus has no effect on them. But best keep that stuff inside the head just to be safe.

Wasabi gets a costume reminiscent of or just straight up her Wasabi overdrive costume. Similar costume description too but reference the jellywalkers more clearly.

Twizzly Gummy gets a blacklight/neon costume and listen I just need her hair up for this put it in a ponytail. Other than that I’d imagine it’s something that’d look good standing next to energy drink (this will be important later) maybe give her a puffy jacket and star stickers idk.

Affogato is a wildcard pick but hear me out. Either his costume is him utilizing wasabi goop or whatever as a poison and give him a neon green blacklight sort of costume reflecting that. OR some sort of jellywalker infection. He tried to use this to his advantage and it bit him in the ass. Not full jellywalker but he is clearly infected and probably a liability in a survival situation. But it’s fine it’s just a costume :3

This half is also when the super mayhem event goes live. It’d work as any other super mayhem event, but the special thing in battle would be some like charge to built up an energy drink blast or wasabi blast idk

And now for the cookies! In the first half of the event, a whole new cookie will be released! I’m uh, still developing this character name and design wise but I got the idea for their theme and stats

An epic cookie, support class. Their skill will give everyone damage resistance and a healing over time. Plus imunity to poison type damage for a time.

In the second half we will get Zombie cookie

Zombie cookie is an epic rank cookie who is an attacker class. I don’t have many ideas for it’s skill right now but I’m thinking something that either summons undead mobs for a time or some sort of gravestone related attack like in the puzzle game. (Their revive skill can be tied to a later magic candy release or something)

Last things of note- voices! I don’t have anyone in particular as a dream casting for energy drink or unnamed new guy but I got ideas-

For energy drink ideally I’d like their voice to be ambiguous enough that it could be read as masculine or feminine, I don’t have a strong leaning one way for another. but it’d be Even better if the Va is actually genderfluid or somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum. We love gender fluid cookie in this house.

For wasabi I sort of imagine her voice similar to Eda from the owl house, so either that va or someone who can do a similar impression. But a bit more mad science because it’s wasabi.

For the new guy all I really got is something masculine and can sound very scared, this cookie is characterized by being a coward in a terrifying situation, but is working to be brave. So something sympathetic but not annoying if people think this guy is annoying it’ll make the character unfun.

As for zombie? Similar route to candy diver. No specific voice actor, just grab someone from the development team who can make the best weird noises and you’re set. This thing can’t talk lean into the weird noises. But be fun about it

Last thing of note- as this is a storybook style event like the dragon city, rock festa, and mermaid tale event there will be a sort of ‘settlement’ level with a few cookies and Catnip the merchant. I’m thinking this is a city going on thr defensive, and the npcs are commenting on how scary this all is or worrying about friends. And catnip does their usual info dump and is like “even at the start of the apocalypse capitalism still reigns!..but I’ll keep the prices fare considering the situation” (In game the prices are the same as always)

Now with all that out of the way! Into the actual story

The plot

I will admit I sort of plan to write some version of this event out so it will be relying on some headcanons, but I’ll try to write out this plot so you don’t need them to enjoy the story.

If I make a fic it’ll be it’s own cannon basically.

Also exact details are vague right now so I’ll get the plot points out.

First half of the story-

It’s a peaceful day at the cookie kingdom when suddenly, a rumbling in the distance. It feels like an earthquake and the cookies are confused. But cut to Twizzly gummy who looks confused and then curious. That felt like a time rift, a rogue one. What’s going on? Something fun for once? Moments later another rift opens in town, and out emerges energy drink, who immediately declares this world is in danger.

The jellywalkers are coming, and if this kingdom, no this world doesn’t prepare defences right now everyone is doomed. The cookies are skeptical until Twizzly actually vouches for her. See the thing is Twizzly and energy drink have history… but it left them on sort of rocky terms so energy drink isn’t all too happy to see Twizzly again. She tries to brush it off and just asks what’s up, he only looks that serious when something bad is happening. And energy drink repeats what they stated before. The jellywalkers are coming.

Something something they manage to convince the cookies to prepare defences, the alchemist or someone going with gingerbrave to send out letters to warn the other kingdoms and settlements. Energy drink asks if any other rifts opened and Twizzly points her in the direction of where she feels the big one opened. Energy drink plans to head out alone but Twizzly stops them

“You playing this solo again? No way, I’m here now so I’m going with!”

“I don’t have time for games Twizzly, these cookies are in real trouble-“

“You think I don’t know? I saw what those things did to the timeline I found you in. I live here so I’m helping. End of story”

Energy drink is quiet, but agrees.

So the two head out, and make a plan. First, they need to find a cookie to make a cure, energy drink already has an outline that can be followed, they just need the mind to make it. And he already has one in mind. Hopefully she’s in this timeline… step two is locate the source of the jellywalkers, the comet and destroy it. That will prevent any new cases so the rest can be cured or destroyed. So the two head out,

In a town nearby where the jellywalkers comet landed, the invasion has begun. Hoardes of zombies attacking and turning anyone unlucky enough to be in their sight. This unearthly purple slime spreading and sticking to whatever it can latch onto. The city is in panic trying to flee, they were unprepared. They couldn’t have prepped enough since the source was so close to them. It’s a disaster. This is where we meet the unnamed new cookie who I’ll be calling uhhhh Buddy for now. Buddy is terrified, his friend was turned and he just managed to get away. He hides in an alleyway, clutching a container of jelly water, (imply it’s a similar ingredient to what they are made from this is relevant) suddenly they hear a noise, it sounds like the groaning of a jellywalker. In a panic they hurl the contents of their container at the monster, yelling about not wanting to be eaten. But to his confusion the being who was just doused stops. Is panicked a moment, but that purple jelly melts away revealing… Zombie cookie! It’s confused, and blinks. Buddy blinks too.

What just happened?

Somehow he realizes this zombie is harmless and also realizes even faster that zombie has declared them its friend and won’t leave his side. Buddy decides for now to flee with zombie cookie, maybe it can help somehow? Zombie is just happy to have a buddy.

Back with Twizzly and energy drink, they fight through jellywalkers, the virus is spreading fast, not good. They need to find Wasabi cookie and fast. Lucky for them they run into her just up ahead. Like the mad scientist she is she’s already been studying and experimenting with the infected zombies, trying to understand what this purple substance is and how to destroy it. So when energy drink asks her to help make a vaccine she’s like “what do you think I’m doing? But the extra help would be appreciated!” And then she cackles like she isnt planning some mad scientist excitements once that vaccine is done. So the trio are now working to gather ingredients. But it’s soon found out they’re missing one last thing. A vital agent to properly dissolve the jellywalker cells. But unfortunately she doesn’t have that and nobody is sure what it is. Because energy drink reveals that this varient of jellywalkers is different from the one in their timeline so the weakness for this is likely vastly different.

Well shit.

And that’s where the first half cuts.

In part two we start again with buddy and zombie. Running for their fucking lives. Buddy is confused why the jellywalkers are attacking zombie and it’s like (shrug emoji) turns out zombie wasn’t with them it has just always been like that. Wack. Anyways as the two flee they bump into energy drink, wasabi, and Twizzly fighting off some zombies, they quickly work together to make an opening and get to safety. Energy drink immediately points her blaster at zombie but buddy is like “NO THATS MY FRIEND!” And very quickly explains that it’s not dangerous and they spilled their canteen on it and the purple goop melted away and-

“Did you say those contents dissolved the jellywalker virus?” Wasabi immediately cuts in. To which buddy nods. “Give me that!” She snatched the canteen which does have more traces of this ingredient inside. She then laughs because AHA WE FOUND IT. Energy drink is surprised. But surly that alone couldn’t have dissolved the virus.

Twizzly shrugs and is just like “maybe zombie here was just Uniquely qualified to not get totally infected” to which zombie just makes a gurgling noise.

Energy drink concludes they’ll worry about that later. Now the gang needs to get to wasabis lab and synthesize the vaccine. That way they can cure the infected after the source is destroyed. On the trail back wasabi learns that the jelly water in the canteen is a similar/the same ingredient to what buddy is baked from and looks at him intently.

Buddy is now scared.

But yeah they get to the lab and wasabi and buddy work on the cure (or well buddy is dragged by wasabi) while the rest of the gang protects the base. After the vaccine is done, it’s time to head to the source.

They go to the meteorite, it’s swarming with that goop and zombies. Buddy wonders why he’s here, this whole time he’s been having an arc about being scared and trying to overcome that fear to help, with the help of zombie. This concludes when energy drink reasures them that they need his help.

Wasabi elaborates, seems that buddy’s ingredient is a perfect repellent of the jellywalker virus, with him around splashing that cleaner the gang won’t get infected. So they can focus on destroying the meteor. He bravely nods, resolved to help.

And then we get the final boss who can be like a giant jelly Walker goop pile with thr meteor as a core, get as body horror as the rating will allow! We got the licorice sea abomination WE CAN GO HARDER!

But in the end the source is destroyed and the rift sealed by energy drink (she has some timeweaver scissors he stole a long time ago) and wasabi is eager to send out the vaccine. Soon the invasion is over and all the pure jellywalker monsters are destroyed and infected cured. Things start to go back to normal.

Zombie decides to stay with buddy who’s now got more confidence in himself. And wasabi seems all to eager to experiment on him and zombie.

Zombie cookie is now scared.

Twizzly and energy drink have one last conversation before energy drink has to leave, after all the jellywalkers haven’t been destroyed across all time yet. He has a duty to track it and protect other timelines from the fate hers faced. Twizzly is like “you’re doing it alone”

“…mostly, but the extra help was nice, I’ll consider recruitment more often next time” Twizzly smiles. And says they can visit any time. She missed them.

Energy drink says not to push her luck. They doubt they can stay friends. Their paths aren’t compatible anymore.

Twizzly says that’s no excuse not to visit for a drink or something. The cake in this timeline is the best after all! Plus the gang missed her. Energy drink says they’ll think about it.

Twizzly laughs and says good enough. So energy drink leaves and things go back to normal as rebuilding begins.

Now for the bonus scene! I’ll do the ‘cannon’ one first as In most likely to be in the game and then my own “my au” version for funsies because I’m shameless.

The bonus scene is at the TBD, croissant cookie and String gummy are watching the last scene on a ctv screen before they talk. Croissant is glad things worked out, but worries about the cleanup. String gummy says he’ll get to work on smoothing things out timeline wise soon. But doesn’t seem all to happy to have to deal with Twizzly (give a nod to the two having a connection, sincd the sibling/alt timeline headcanons are popular from what I can tell) have a bit of banter between the two that establishes they’re fiends. And at the end have timekeeper appear, cloaked in shadow, and question marks on their name. They won’t say who they are in the story yet But if you know you KNOW. They simply say to stay on schedule before disappearing in a rift to the ticking of clocks. String gummy seems upset that they won’t help, but croissant reasures him that this means she trusts them to handle things. And back to work they go.

Only comment voice wise here is timekeeper’s va has to be the same as croissant cookies, but have them do a little bit of a different voice (but still similar enough) and add a radio filter. God please I want timekeeper to sound like she’s constantly talking through an old timey radio, snack crackle pop up in this bitch.

As for string gummy something serious and a little gravely voice wise. But still capable of sounding warm to.

This scene is both to feed the tbd fans who are eager for the place to come to kingdom. (Or just gnawing at the bit for tbd content in general) But also to establish what the TBD is in the kingdom universe and game in general. It’s for the kingdom exclusives who don’t know who the fuck Twizzly is talking about and don’t want to download a whole new game just for the lore(tm)

Now for my purely for me ending that will likely be used for a fic. It’s similar setup but at the Neon hellscape. And it’s Stilton and Moldy Butter pretzel discussing the event. Generally similar banter but the subject is wondering when Twizzly can get back because that’s their buddy. TimeWrender makes a camio and is just being vaguely threatening towards the tbd. Wondering how they can mess with them as they clean things up. Moldy is like “don’t cause too much of a scene. Don’t want them to find out about this place” and wrend giggles.

AAAAAND THATS THAT! That’s the event! Maybe if the brain worms hit I’ll make some designs for the costumes or enemies idk.

Thoughts are appreciated and like I said I want to develop this idea for like a fanfic for my au, because I did not put this much effort into an idea to NOT use it for like a fanfic

Anyways thanks for reading I’m so normal about time cookies Guys

[jibril-thelibraryangel]

Do you think there’s job discrimination in the world of my little pony?

Because personally if i went to a pony hospital and my doctor showed up with a fucking ice cream cone on their flank I would complain

Like… go back to scooping choco mint loser??? and bring me a real professional with a stethoscope on their butt, a lollipop at least