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bvidzsoo · 4 months ago

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Every time I see you...chapter 1 ↰

...my throbbing heart rate spikes up

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

☆ Warning: none ☆ Word count: 5.3k ☆ Rating: sfw ☆ Genre: slice of life, established situationship, post university setting, fluff ☆ Summary: There was nothing exclusive between the two of you, but somehow you didn't mind being in Mingi's arms, in his presence. A day spent well gets rewarded by a movie night with the person you're the most fond of.

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A/N: And so, the first chapter is here! It's a slow ease into their relationship, it will pick up as we proceed, I promise. I hope you find it intriguing, let me know what you thought of this part, I'm curious to hear your opinions! I think this is very different from what I usually write, but soft!Mingi is so dear to me that I sob anytime I write for this series LMAO. The Mingi from this story is canon Mingi, and you can't convince me otherwise lol. Next chapter coming next week around this time! ^^ Check out the vision board I made for this story, as well as Giselle's Dopamine song! Taglist is open for the story! Enjoy! ^^ divider

Taglist: @spicxbnny @hongjoongspoetry

🎧 𝘭 𝒹𝜎𝑛’𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝛼 𝓂𝛼𝑛, 𝒿𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝛼𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝜎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 / Ⴘ𝑒𝛼ℎ, 𝑦𝜎𝑢 ℓ𝜎𝜎𝑘 𝑠𝜎 𝑔𝜎𝜎𝒹 𝑠𝑡𝛼𝑛𝒹𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝘹𝑡 𝑡𝜎 𝓂𝑒 / 𝛮𝑒𝘹𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝘭 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝐷𝜎𝑝𝛼𝓂𝑖𝑛𝑒 / 𝘊𝛼𝑛’𝑡 ℓ𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝜎𝑢 𝑐ℓ𝜎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝜎 𝓂𝑒 🎧

The scent of ground coffee was potent as the grinder disturbed the otherwise serene atmosphere of the modest coffee shop, located in the heart of the city, right under a publishing company. Thus, it was famous among bookworms, office workers, or high school students who loved to skip their last class of the day, the school was located just a bit further up on the street. I loved this area because it was always busy, littered with people and various shops on both sides of the boulevard, housing hidden gems and other popular hot spots like the Moon & Stars Coffee Ground coffee shop that Mingi worked at part-time. His back was turned to me as he worked the coffee grinder, his exposed biceps bulging as he screwed the top of the lid back shut, finally stopping the grinder. Silence fell upon the coffee shop once again, giving way to the quiet jazz music playing through the speakers. Mingi had the opening shift today, the shop wasn’t opened yet, but I had a few privileges by being his friend, so, I was allowed in as long as I helped with dusting the tables off and changing the flowers which were withering away in the small, cute, orange vases placed on top of each round table.

The coffee shop was an explosion of colours, the walls painted a deep green with low-hanging retro chandeliers that gave the place a moody vibe even during the day. Plants weren’t scarce either, giving the air inside a much-needed refresh from the polluted air coming from the outside. Abstract paintings hung on the wall from artists even I didn’t know, and the counter I was leaning against was a deep maroon, sturdy and able to withhold a few splashes of the drinks placed atop it. A few delicacies were displayed in the window to my left, most of them were still being baked in the kitchen located straight behind the counter, and I picked at the leaf of the small plant absentmindedly as Mingi’s silver rings collided against the shaker he used to combine different coffee grounds. The sun was just rising on the horizon, coating the inside of the coffee shop in an orange hue, a single sunray falling onto Mingi’s dark brown hair, making it appear lighter than it was. I continued watching him in silence, my eyes still heavy from having woken up not even an hour ago.

The world was still quiet outside, but those who started their jobs early or had to travel longer were out and about, all quiet and not bothering each other as they walked down the sidewalks. The coffee shop had half an hour before it would open, and by that time I would be gone, headed to the store I worked at. We were lucky that our workplaces were relatively close to each other, if we were in a hurry, we could make the walk last roughly ten minutes. The thought of having Mingi just around the corner was comforting for some reason, perhaps knowing that if I texted him that I needed him for something, he’d come running around the corner brought a sense of security with itself. I was used to having Mingi by my side, ready to drop everything if I needed his help or assistance with something. He was a good friend, dependable and trustworthy, loyal beyond what could be considered healthy. I smiled as Mingi lightly swayed his hips to the music, the dark green apron tied around his waist accentuating the tininess of it. The sweet scent of salted caramel made saliva gather in my mouth, and I knew Mingi’s intention before he had even turned around.

“You haven’t dozed off, sleepyhead?” He asked with a chuckle, his voice quiet and a deep rumble in his chest. It had always been like that, gravely with a rasp to it, yet warm in tone and used with gentleness. Mingi wasn’t the type of person to shout, perhaps if he got too excited his voice would raise a few octaves as he was carried away by his exhilaration, always eager to share it with someone as his eyes sparkled like the stars on a clear stary night.

“Not yet,” I answered, chin resting in my palm as Mingi leaned his hip against the counter, searching for the right lid for the cup he held, “It would be a bit difficult while standing up, I’m not like you.”

That made Mingi chuckle as he threw me an amused glance, his heavy and sharp eyes friendly as they crinkled at the ends. He found the right lid for the cup and placed it on top of it, pressing down thrice to make sure he had placed it on correctly. Then, he slowly pushed the warm container towards me and I smiled, accepting the coffee wordlessly. Our fingers brushed together and I felt a rush of warm tingle through my hand, making my smile widen as did Mingi’s, his eyes becoming smaller with the action.

“Thank you,” I muttered as I raised the sweet coffee to my lips, taking a cautious sip since it was still hot. Mingi hummed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and his taut chest muscles pulled at the form-fitting white tee he wore. It was warm inside the coffee shop, but I wondered how his exposed arms weren’t covered in goosebumps yet. My cardigan was warm, yet I didn’t look forward to when I’d have to step outside into the crisp morning air once again. Mingi’s necklaces were nicely layered, his outfit simple but put together with a good eye for fashion, “Did you forget your glasses at home once again?”

Mingi’s eyebrows slightly furrowed and he reached up with a hand to touch the bridge of his tall nose, having to check physically that his glasses were missing or not. I shook my head with amusement as I took a small sip of the salted caramel-infused drink, “Seems like you are the sleepyhead.”

“No, it’s here,” Mingi argued, leaning down and reaching forward, arm getting lost in the counter as he felt around for his glasses. His thick eyebrows furrowed, and from his position, they framed his eyes, making his already sharp features sharpen even more. He liked wearing his hair brushed back and out of his eyes lately, the length not quite ready to require a cut, but annoying enough to make Mingi complain about it every once in a while, “See?”

He stood up straight, his height almost intimidating as he leaned forward, shaking the glasses in front of my face before he wore it, the rim thick, boxy, and black. The shape suited his face and softened the intimidating features he was born with, making him look cute. I reached forward, hip digging into the counter, to push the glasses further up on his nose because he had a habit of looking above the glasses instead of through like he was supposed to. Mingi pouted at the action but leaned into my touch, his plush lips jutted out reminding me of our adolescent days when he was nothing but a sulky boy, hating his round-rimmed glasses and always complaining about his school uniform, which didn’t fit him because it was a hand me down. It had taken a few years of maturing for Mingi’s muscles to grow out, strengthened by Pilates, his guilty pleasure as he liked saying. The few classes I accompanied him had me convinced that Pilates was invented for those who craved to have their muscles burning for days, a sort of masochism that I found no joy in.

“You should wear it more often,” I noted, raising an eyebrow as Mingi playfully rolled his eyes, “before your eyesight worsens, of course.”

“Right,” He mock-saluted, leaning just a bit over the counter to be closer to my face, “You’re starting to sound more like my mother each day, Y/N, it’s a bit freaky.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, reaching out to flick his forehead, but he knew me too well and dodged my inoffensive attack in time. But before I could retract my arm, he grabbed my wrist with his large hand and brought it down to the counter, gently keeping it in place as his larger hand caged mine against the surface. It was a small effort to make physical contact and I didn’t hate it, I rather enjoyed the small moments of intimacy we could share freely when it was just the two of us. Mingi was an affectionate person, he didn’t shy away when he needed a hug or just a little bit of support, arms wide open and eyes soft as he batted his long eyelashes at you. I hummed and basked in the peace that enveloped us around, something we both enjoyed on quieter days. There was no need for loudness or boisterous behaviour, we already knew who the other was, and there was no need to show off anything.

“Let me play the role of a concerned mother for a bit longer, then,” Mingi snorted, glancing at the clock on the wall to make sure he didn’t keep the coffee shop closed for longer than the program said, “Did you start your research on your final coursework?”

Mingi liked to stay ahead of his assignment deadlines, but sometimes laziness got to him like to any other person. But he hated having to hurry and half-ass his work so that rarely happened. Unless he was loaded with coursework, his assignments would be handed in weeks before their deadline.

“Yes and no,” Mingi sighed, his soft fingertips gently tracing my skin, “I’m supposed to meet with my coordinator this week so that we agree on a subject, I have too many ideas to choose from and I know he’s not fond of research that goes past the twentieth century.”

I nodded, taking a larger sip of my coffee, I could already feel it rejuvenate me, the sleep was gone from my eyes and my body felt less sluggish. It’s a wonder I even managed to get out of bed today, “And let me guess, you want something that deals with the nineteenth century, huh?”

“You know me too well,” Mingi chuckled with a shake of his head, taking his hand off mine as he reached out, swiping his thumb over the corner of my mouth. I looked down at my cup of coffee and ignored the skip of my heartbeat, my cheeks feeling a bit warmer than before, “Maybe I’ll manage to convince him, who knows…what about your day? Do you have a lot of work to do?”

“Not that much, we got three commissions this weekend for five pieces, I’m hoping to get the larger necklace done today,” I answered, glancing at the clock on the wall, and realised I’d have to leave in five minutes if I wanted to make it to the store before it opened.

“You’re always quick, I’m not worried about it.” Mingi winked with a bit of a struggle and I smiled, humming because I knew he was right. I had been making jewellery for a long time now, I was becoming faster and faster at crafting lately, it was rather a blessing since we could have plenty of orders coming in on busier days.

“I’m going to go now,” I said as I grabbed my bag off the floor, throwing it around my shoulder as Mingi nodded, grabbing the keys to come and unlock the entrance door for me, “Are you coming over tonight?”

“Yeah, want me to bring anything?” Mingi asked as he came around the counter and linked our pinkies together while we walked to the door. I quickly did a mental check if I had everything we’d need for our movie night, then remembered that I was out of popcorn…the most important snack of the night.

“Buy some butter-flavoured popcorn, I forgot to grab some yesterday.” Mingi nodded as he unlocked the door, playfully tugging on my pinkie when I went to open it. I glanced back with raised eyebrows and he shrugged, looking down to the floor like a kicked puppy. I chuckled and squeezed his pinkie back, pulling my hand away as I finally pushed the door open, “Don’t pout, I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Mingi hummed as he came to the door and leaned against it as I exited, giving me a small smile, “See you, have an easy day.”

“You too, Mingi.” I waved before turning around to head down the street, which was slowly filling up with cars and people as the city awoke, the sun higher in the sky. I could feel Mingi’s eyes on the back of my head, and I didn’t have to turn around to know he’d stay in the doorway, watching me until I crossed the crosswalk and turned the corner, disappearing from sight. The thought of having someone who cared for my safety and looked out for me wasn’t too bad, but I thrived on my independence and wouldn’t have struggled if Mingi wasn’t so sweet to look out for me. Even so, the lingering warmth in my chest due to his attentiveness wasn’t too disheartening.

By noon, the city had fully awoken and was bustling with restless people going on about their day. The jewellery store I worked at was on a side street, so, we were away from the rambunctious traffic and the impatient drivers that honked their car’s horns at the smallest inconvenience. That didn’t mean, however, that our store was one filled with quiet and calm, it was quite the opposite if our clients proved to be teenage girls looking for beaded friendship bracelets, or colourful rings with gemstones of which attributes they didn’t know about so they asked me or my boss, who was a lovely lady in the forties. She had untameable ginger hair and fiery red lips, her earrings always colourful hoops and her outfit the colours of the rainbow. She was full of energy and life, filling the shop with her radiance much like the sun filled our hearts on a cold winter day. I loved working with her, she saw beauty in everything and offered anyone a chance when they felt useless or good for nothing.

Her store, much like herself, mirrored the same brightness its owner carried. The walls were a light orange with yellowy rays painted on the opposite wall to the entrance, mimicking the warm sun beaming down on Earth through the clouds. Wooden shelves were set up across from the front desk, framing the walls with quirky designs that held the handmade jewellery we worked on day, and sometimes even at night. The floorboards were a rusty copper, and much to everyone’s surprise upon a first encounter with the store, a gorgeous Persian carpet was laid down with intricate design that just brought the aesthetic of the whole place together. The back room was small and hidden behind a beaded curtain right behind my back, offering a perfect escapade when the day was getting too long and the customers were too demanding. Incense always burned, coating the store in a woody scent that felt refreshing but sometimes nauseating if my boss left it on for too long, the ceiling fan thankfully dispersed the strong scent evenly.

The store wasn’t huge, but it felt inviting even upon one glance, and our customers felt cared for whenever they entered and we listened to their requests closely. Having landed this job was just as random as me deciding one day that I wanted to attend a Fine Arts course, focusing more on crafts and clay making. The few vases I had designed were displayed on the higher shelves where it was harder to reach and accidentally break them, my boss was more than happy to sell those too in her store. We both contributed with a little something of ours to the store and that’s why it worked out so nicely, just two fundamentally different people who enjoyed the same arts were brought together to attempt to make something beautiful and long-lasting.

I was tying the knot to the custom-made bracelet one of the teenagers had asked for when her friend walked up to the front desk, eyebrows furrowed and phone in her hand. She held two crystals in her palm, looking at them sceptically.

“Which one is the rose quartz?” She asked, her voice loud and a little rough as she let the crystals fall onto the glass counter. I glanced down at them and pointed at the clearer one on the left.

“That’s a clear quartz, the other one,” My burgundy nail pointed at the pinkish crystal, “is the rose quartz. Which one are you looking for?”

“Rose quartz,” She answered quickly, pushing at the rose quartz with narrowed eyes, “Is it true that it attracts love? Will I find a boyfriend if I wear it all the time?”

“Depends, are you a Taurus or Libra?” I asked as I leaned back in my chair, my boss was on her break and, meanwhile, she knew more about crystals, I had learned this and that from her throughout the years I’ve worked here.

“Not really…” The girl muttered as she shared a look with her friend, who had taken the bracelet I made for her to try it on. The strings I used were yellow and brown, a nice combination of colours, personally not my favourite, but it worked well with her complexion and it was also what she had asked for.

“Well, I heard it’s better if you have Venus in your chart if you want to wear a rose quartz,” I hummed, looking up at the ceiling in thought before I shrugged, “Rose quartz is good for emotional healing too, not just attracting love. But if you think it will help, you could try it out…”

“Do you believe it works?” The girl asked, her eyes just slightly widening. I chuckled, deciding to be honest with her.

“No, but that’s just me. Maybe it’ll work for you.” The girl just nodded, looking at her friend for another opinion. She just shrugged and told the girl to do whatever she wished. Their third friend walked up to the counter and told them that she wouldn’t buy anything today, so they could head out if everyone was ready to leave.

“I’ll buy it.” The girl said as she placed the crystal on the counter and I nodded, grabbing a small plastic wrap for her to store it in until she got home. I scanned the items and told the two girls the price of their purchase, watching them with amusement as they left the store in a hurry, words leaving their mouths in a hurry before they were even out of the store. I settled back into my chair and grabbed my bottle of water to take a gulp, my fingers aching just slightly from the various jewellery I had managed to make until now. The shop was rather busy today and my boss was excited as she whirled around, helping customers out with choosing items for themselves or as gifts.

My phone pinged before I could reach for it, and Mingi’s name lit up my screen as I unlocked it. I tapped on our messaging app and opened our conversation, gasping quietly when I was presented with a picture of a black and white spotted cat, emerald eyes staring curiously into the camera, head tilted to the side in wonder. Its ears were pointed backwards and I could practically hear Mingi cue at it. He loved kittens more than anything and had always wished to buy one, but he thought he was too busy right now to care for another little life besides his.

Mingi: Look how cute she is!! I’ve been feeding her for two weeks now, I’m 100% sure she knows who I am. I’ve named her Genie, isn’t she just so adorable? Me: Man, she really is adorable! I wish she was around when I’m at the shop, pet her in my place too! Genie because she grants wishes?

Mingi: Not more adorable than me, right?? I bet she’d love you too…but I’m her favourite, I just know it. I wanted to name her Greenie at first, but that felt weird. Genie, however, isn’t too bad. No reason for why I gave her that name, though… Me: I think she might be more adorable than you, Mingi… Wait until she meets me, you won’t be her favourite anymore, mister… Your mind sometimes is a mystical place, Mingi, I wonder what goes on inside of it

Mingi: Well, right now I’d like to be in your arms sitting on the couch or something… Something like…being the little spoon because I fall asleep faster when you wrap yourself around me… That’s what I’m thinking about right now instead of making sure I don’t burn the next batch of apple pies, do you want me to put some aside for tonight? Me: You are so cheesy, Mingi, anyone else would block you… I knew you liked being the little spoon, now I even have receipts of it, hah! I had muffins yesterday, so no thank you! Now stop texting and focus on your work, man. Mingi: Right, see you later, woman. Muawh

I chuckled and shook my head, setting my phone to the side with a smile on my face as I opened the new email we had gotten while I was texting Mingi. Seems like the week just started and we’d barely have any time to breathe between all these commissions.

My living room was covered in darkness aside from the flashing lights of the TV, the movie playing at an acceptable volume to not disturb the neighbours or deafen us. The blanket was fluffy and draped over our legs, mine pulled underneath me while Mingi’s were propped up on the coffee table. His legs were long enough to reach it if stretched out, and I might have envied him for that for a long time. Our hands were intertwined underneath the blanket and placed on Mingi’s thigh, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against my knuckle every once in a while. Our shoulders brushed together and I would shift around from time to time, to try and keep my ass from going sore. Mingi, on the other hand, had no issue keeping his initial posture for hours on end. The blackout curtains were drawn together to offer us privacy since I only lived on the second floor, and the butter-flavoured popcorn Mingi had brought had been long eaten.

We had been watching the movie in silence for over an hour now with the occasional commentary coming from Mingi about how cool Captain America was. No matter how many times we’ve seen this movie, it never got old or boring. Perhaps it was Chris Evans’ face that made the viewing more pleasurable, alongside Scarlett Johanson, but we were both pretty hooked on the plot despite knowing what came next. There were small easter eggs that we hadn’t noticed before, so there was always something new that one of us accidentally discovered during our rewatches. I felt warm all cosied up next to Mingi, a bit even sleepy as his familiar cologne eased my tense muscles after the long day I’d had. My wrists were sore from all the crafting at the store today, I had even brought home a bracelet that I had to finish for tomorrow. I was too tired to work on it now, but I could thankfully get it done in the morning in thirty minutes.

As if Mingi had read my thoughts, he grabbed my wrist with both hands and slowly started rubbing it, creating heat and gently massaging the tense muscles of my hand. I smiled and playfully grabbed at his fingers, making him chuckle under his breath as the Winter Soldier appeared on the screen for the first time, the car the characters had been using now nothing but a mess of scrapes. I could see Mingi angle his body towards mine from my peripheral, and he licked his plump lips before he cleared his throat.

“I’ve been thinking…” He started quietly, his forehead slightly creasing as his eyes bled into the side of my head. I turned my head away from the TV, familiar with the scene already. The light lit up Mingi’s face, his glasses creating a tiny shadow over his face as I raised my eyebrows at him to prompt him to continue, “So, we’ve both been working hard, and I could use a vacation before my last exams come up. I know I should be studying, but at this point, I feel like I could recite any textbook you hand me, I really need a break. You’ve also been working a lot, and you didn’t take vacation off last year, so…”

I hummed, curious as to where this was headed, “So?”

“Let’s get away for a few days, I’ve been looking for a nice little cabin somewhere in the mountains. Not too far though, I know you don’t like long car rides.” Mingi grabbed my other hand and started massaging that one too, making me sigh in contentment as my hands now tingled with warmth, the tenseness gone from them.

“Just the two of us?” I raised an eyebrow, the idea actually sounded appealing. I could use a break from the hustle and bustle of the city.

“Yeah, just us.” Mingi nodded, smiling a little as I contemplated his offer for a second. I would have to visit my mother before we left, and I’d have to let my boss know in time, but other than that, it sounded like a plan to me.

“Sure, I’d love that.” I smiled and Mingi’s eyes lit up, fingers intertwining with mine as he squeezed our hands together. I chuckled at his excitement and let my eyes run over his face, taking in the softness in his eyes and the curve of his gorgeous mouth. Something in my gut coiled as my hands continued tingling with electricity, and I licked my lips as I leaned forward, eyes set on Mingi’s parted lips. He mirrored my actions and leaned forward, closing the distance between us confidently. His lips were warm as always and faintly tasted like the marshmallows he kept stuffing himself with not even half an hour ago, another guilty pleasure he seemed to have. This one, however, I could understand and even support.

Our bodies leaned closer as I raised my free hand to hold his jaw, tilting his head slightly back so that our lips pressed together a bit firmer. Kissing him always brought a wave of excitement, an electrifying spark running up my spine as our lips moved languidly, taking their time since there was no reason to hurry. He was sweet and gentle even with his kisses, always allowing me to set the pace as his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, his long nose digging into my cheek. Mingi wasn’t a messy kisser but he had never shied away from a little saliva, and there was nothing he loved more than tracing his tongue against mine, sucking on it to deepen the kiss even more as he brought me halfway into his lap. Our hands parted as I grabbed his shoulder and swiped my tongue against his, a content sigh catching in the back of Mingi’s throat as his hand pressed into the small of my back, warm and burning through the fabric of my thin blouse. I could never get tired of his lips, sometimes kissing Mingi was so disorienting that we’d lose track of time, our lips almost as if glued to each other.

Inhaling through my mouth, I let Mingi press small kisses to my chin and mouth, muttering something I couldn’t understand before I captured his lips again, adding just a bit more passion into it as I felt a suffocating emotion build in my chest, heavy and demanding as if having Mingi like this wasn’t good enough. I had always craved more despite having everything I could ask from him, it seemed that I hadn’t been fully satiated just yet. It was a peculiar feeling, but I couldn’t ignore the fire and knot in my stomach anymore as he lapped at my tongue, his fingers gently holding my jaw as if he was afraid I’d slip away. Tonight was a slow evening, I was content with being in his arms, content in wrapping myself in a cocoon of safety that helped me forget the hardships the day had brought with itself. Pulling apart, I pressed a chaste kiss against his swollen lips and cradled his cheek, feeling how warm it was. Before I could completely pull back and sit back next to him, Mingi grabbed my arm as he readjusted himself on my spacious couch, opening his legs up so that I could sit between them. I climbed over his leg and settled down, adjusting the blanket around us so that it would keep his legs warm too as Mingi’s arms wrapped around my torso, nose nuzzling into my nape as he exhaled loudly.

“Do you think Natasha and Steve should’ve ended up together?” He asked quietly, mumbling it into my skin, and I laughed, looking back at the TV.

“I think they were too different for it to work out, and Steve was still in love with Peggie,” I answered truthfully, watching Chris Evans lean against the doorframe in nothing but a muscle white tee, a few bruises here and there, jeans, and a white towel to clean his hands in.

“I think Natasha would’ve been able to show him a new world, I wanted them together.” I didn’t have to look to know that Mingi was pouting, I could hear it in his voice.

“You say that every time we watch this movie.”

“Right, my thoughts won’t change on a random afternoon.”

I chuckled as silence fell upon us once again, wrapped around in the blanket and Mingi’s warmth, with his arms around my body, I felt the safest. It was a weird feeling that never developed into something I could completely understand, but there was something about Mingi’s presence that made me feel at ease, like the earth outside us would keep on turning around its axis and we wouldn’t miss out on anything because here, in each other’s arms, we had everything we needed. It was something I had never felt with anyone else, not even with my ex-boyfriend I thought I would end up marrying. There was something so gentle about the silence between Mingi and me, the understanding without spoken words, the warmth of a simple caress, the reminder that we were there for each other by the simplest things only made my chest tighten as the TV screen blurred, making me wonder whether I had gotten teary-eyed or just extremely sleepy.

Here in Mingi’s arms, in a dark living room lit up by the movie that we were watching for the nth time, I wondered if I could ever again trust that love existed, trust that there was indeed a person that was yours, meant to be with you without hurting you. I wondered if Mingi ever thought about it, if he wondered where his person was. Perhaps he didn’t care about such things and that’s why he wasted his days away by my side, smiling from ear to ear with glimmering eyes full of hope and something I could never truly understand. I grinned when I felt his feet rub against mine playfully, it was his way of letting me know that he wasn’t so lost in the movie that he wasn’t aware of me anymore. I sighed and relaxed into Mingi’s body, letting the doubtful thoughts and feelings simmer in a deep cavern of my heart for the rest of the evening.

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impressed — matt sturniolo

Chris opened his mouth to say something, probably something dumb and sarcastic like “Do you smell that? Smells like desperation,” but he didn’t get the chance.

Suddenly, Matt burst into the house like a Category 5 hurricane, slamming the door shut behind him with a resounding bang and wild eyes that screamed “emergency.” Without a word, he zipped to his room, then to the kitchen, and began feverishly wiping down the already clean coffee table in the living room. Then he sprinted back to his room. Then the bathroom. Spray bottles were involved. Disinfectant fumes wafted into the hallway.

Chris blinked. “Did he… did he just vacuum the ceiling?”

Matt looked around the house like a man possessed—eyes scanning the perimeter, jaw set, hoodie slightly askew like he’d run a mile with it half on. He muttered something unintelligible, then beelined straight for his room, again. A loud thud followed by the sound of drawers opening and closing echoed through the hallway.

Then he reappeared. Still didn’t say a word.

Nick blinked. “Um.”

“Um, man?” Chris called out as Matt breezed past with a lovely bouquet of colorful flowers in hand—sunflowers, tulips, and even one slightly confused-looking rose shoved in there like it didn’t know how it ended up in this situation. Matt shoved them into a vase with the desperation of a man trying to win an Olympic medal in floral arrangement. He looked at the bouquet like it had just appeared out of nowhere.

Chris furrowed his brow. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, hi,” Matt said like he’d only just noticed they were in the house. He tossed a dishtowel over his shoulder like a frazzled sitcom dad. “Y/N’s coming for dinner, so you need to get out of here.”

Chris blinked again. “Excuse me?”

Nick, from his spot on the couch, held up his phone and didn’t even try to hide the recording he’d started. “What do you mean ‘get out of here’? I live here.”

Matt picked up a throw pillow, fluffed it, and then threw it—lovingly but with purpose—at Nick’s head.

“I need this place to look... romantically effortless,” Matt said, using finger quotes like he’d read it on a Pinterest board and memorized it like scripture. “You guys ruin the vibe. You radiate… fraternity house.”

Chris scoffed. “Dude, last week you ate Froot Loops out of a measuring cup because we were out of bowls.”

“Dude,” Matt said, dead serious, “you guys are embarrassing. You’ll say something weird, or try to vibe check her, or worse—start beatboxing over the pasta.”

“Okay, that was one time,” Chris mumbled.

“One time too many!” Matt shot back. “This is the first time she’s coming over for dinner, not just hanging out. This is a big deal. This is real-life boyfriend stuff. I bought vegetables, Chris. Vegetables.”

Nick smirked. “Name three vegetables.”

“Nick.”

“Name one vegetable.”

Matt paused. “…Carrots.”

“Solid.” Nick nodded.

“Anyway, out. Both of you. I need a calm, peaceful environment. Ambiance. Romance. I lit a candle!”

Chris sniffed the air. “Why does it smell like pumpkin spice and bleach?”

“It’s a theme.”

Nick and Chris exchanged glances.

“You're freaking out,” Chris said gently, like a man trying to reason with a cornered possum. “Y/N already likes you. You could show up in a Shrek costume and she’d still think you’re cute.”

“Yeah,” Nick added, “and you literally snort-laughed root beer out of your nose on your first FaceTime and she still wanted to hang out again.”

Matt stopped. Blinked. Slowly turned to them.

“…You think I should change shirts?”

Chris groaned.

Just then, a knock echoed from the front door.

Matt yelped and flailed for the Febreze, spraying a wide mist across the living room like he was blessing it. Then, he gave the boys a look—a desperate, pleading “please just disappear” look.

Chris sighed and made his way to the back. “We’ll be downstairs. If you need anything, don’t.”

And as they exited stage left, muttering about how they’d never get this time back, Matt stood in the middle of the living room and took a deep breath. The candles were lit. The lights were dimmed just the right amount. The flowers were centered. And his Spotify playlist labeled “Romance but Chill but Not Too Chill” was queued and ready.

He looked around the room one more time, smiled to himself, and whispered, “Game time.”

When you walked in, he greeted you at the door with the softest smile and an awkward, “Hey, uh, I made spaghetti.” You didn’t say anything about the faint smell of lemon-scented cleaning spray.

You just smiled back.

And Matt forgot all about the pasta timer going off in the background.

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delirious-donna · 3 months ago

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an: thanks to @hellkaiserinphoenix for giving me a real challenge. I am not Oikawa's biggest fan, not even a fan at all, but that doesn't mean I can't stretch my creativity to try and do him justice. I hope you'll like it!

starring: Oikawa Tooru x gn reader

warnings: SFW, fluff and a lil angst, childhood friends to lovers vibes

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Oikawa Tooru was never going to be a wall flower. You knew this. He knew this. For the years of the weird friendship you had maintained, you were always aware you were going to be left behind.

What you didn’t know was that you would be able to follow his career—closely—through the media and increased popularity of volleyball coverage. Sometimes you didn’t know if it was a blessing or not.

You sipped from the bottle of beer in front of you, the frothy bubbles melting on your tongue and numbing just enough of the ache you felt whenever the camera zoomed in on the Argentian team setter.

It had been a few weeks since you last spoke. The run up to big tournaments always left little time for being able to chat, along with the time difference and you were missing his undisputed confidence more and more with each passing day. Did he think about you? Not likely... he was too busy for such trivial thoughts, or so you believed.

Halfway around the world and Tooru was ready for home.

Sure, he was overjoyed to have brought his team to victory, it meant bigger and better exposure for his teammates and himself, but there would never be a comfort quite like being at home where the pressure was off for just a little while.

He missed his family. His friends. The annoying runts who continued to snap at his heels in the pro leagues back home. But most of all... he missed you.

Given all his bravado and exuberance, you were the one challenge he was yet to step up to and face head on. There had always been this niggling doubt that if he blew it then that would a literal decade of friendship gone in a heartbeat.

He picked your face out of the crowd immediately, and you flushed all over. His eyes narrowed on yours and never wavered as he gave candid comments to the interviewers waiting inside the arrivals hall, his body propelling him forward in your direction.

Sweat slicked your palms. Somehow this felt more monumental than you first thought. Tooru came home every few years, so it wasn’t like it was the first time he was back since he left after school, but this time it felt different. All those near misses; puckered lips left unkissed, hands left unheld and confessions left unsaid.

You were both older, wiser and at a point in life where the decisions you made would matter for a long time to come. Were you on the same page? Had fate dealt you a winning hand?

It amused him how the hyenas surrounding him only wanted to talk about his victory, his success overseas, and his future plans, when all he wanted to do was tell you that he loved you. You were his future, or so he hoped.

Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me

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#delirious writes #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa angst #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq angst #Spotify

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bear-ann · 2 months ago

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So here are the events from last night.

Sorry it’s so long and ranty beauties but I am still just so livid, you don’t need to read it at all because I understand we like this to be a positive place and I apologise for bringing my shit here but I just don’t have that many people that listen to me in life so I always find it helpful talking with you girls.

And by the way, this was totally out of character for this person, I have known him as a friend for years. But I guess this guy thinks that if you’re going to get to the girlfriend stage, he no longer needs to be nice. I have been love bombed and manipulated 1000%! Even that stunt with the flowers for my neighbour yesterday just all seems like a fake good guy act now.

So, I have a lot of personal issues, one of them being anxiety in huge crowds and when it’s extremely loud.

I didn’t used to have this, it’s developed after a traumatic event, which he was there for by the way so he knows this! It’s never been a secret that I suffer from this and he’s never let on it’s a problem and he’s fully aware of it.

Let’s also bare in mind, I had no clue where we were going because it was all a surprise and he said it was all ‘curated to me’ so I’m obviously thinking, he knows I have severe crowd anxiety, I’m sure he’s thought it through and I trusted him.

So he picks me up, I ask where we’re going and he said the first place was my favourite bar.

Now mind you, I normally frequent this bar during the mid-week when it’s just regulars and not a lot of people. The music is always on pretty low, it’s a pretty calming atmosphere for me.

However, because it was a Saturday I knew it would probably be so busy so I’m instantly panicking but I was trying to be nice about it and decided we’d give it a go.

So we get there, and in all fairness he had booked us a table so we did have somewhere to sit but people were packed in there like sardines!

Standing wedged to our table and everything so it’s instantly too busy and loud and I was internally freaking out.

And there were a group of middle aged men who were making me feel very uncomfortable with how they were looking at me, which didn’t help.

But I was trying to mask it and not make it his problem even though I was a little pissed that this was supposed to be an evening designed for me, yet the first thing we do is the worst thing he could have me do! But I still went about ordering my corn dog, attempting to make conversation.

Then it just got too much, all the noise and hustle and bustle was so overwhelming so I asked if we could do what he had planned next and we left. And this was me being polite because with how anxious I was, I just wanted to go home.

So we start walking around the corner, I have no clue where we’re going and we arrive at yet another bar!

Then he says ‘I know you like the brand of tequila they have in here’ in a voice that gave the impression he thought he was automatically coming back to my apartment with me if I had tequila.

So at this point I’m just pissed off, but it didn’t look too busy from the outside so I forced myself to go in, with the intention to talk to him in there about how I was feeling and that I wanted to leave.

So we go inside, yet again way too busy and there was what seemed to be a bachelor party group in there, so you can imagine the vibe and rowdiness in there does not mix well with how I was feeling, so I walked straight back out.

Then out comes so called ‘buddy’ pissed at me!

He said that I’m spoiling the night, giving it a negative vibe and acting like a brat!

Mind you ladies, I had not even complained once and I had plastered the most realistic fake smile on my face that I could muster, this entire time.

So I said something along the lines of being pissed off because I just thought he’d have taken the fact that it’s a busy Saturday into consideration when planning to go to bars, and you know what this motherfucker said?!

He said ‘This is ridiculous! This is pathetic!’ Pathetic! The douchebag called me pathetic!

So I called a taxi and got my butt outta there!

He has since bombarded my phone with rude texts, phone calls and voicemails all early hours of the morning.

Just what the fuck. I have nothing more to say than what the actual fuck was that?!

#what the fuck #fuck this guy

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 2 years ago

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Always Been You

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels X F!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: use of (y/n) a few times, so much fluff it’s actually ridiculous, an asshole ex who slightly harasses reader, the use of the word ‘slut’ towards reader, a dash of angst, small town vibes, did I mention fluff?

Word Count: 3.7k

Author’s Notes: This idea has been sitting in my head for awhile and honestly this came out better than I expected. I love how simple this fic is but also just how fluffy it is. I’ve had it done for a few weeks but I’m trying to stretch out my works because I don’t have that many done at the moment. Thanks as always to @clint-aww-no-barton and I hope you all enjoy!!

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The farmers market bustled as it always did. The Kentucky sun was hot, but the breeze kept it from being unbearable. This event had always been one of your favorite things about your hometown. All the locals came together to sell their passions, and it kept a smile on your face the entire time you were here. Your tote bag was already full of fresh fruit, vegetables, cookies, jam and local honey. A blueberry pie waited for you to pick up before you left, and now you made your way to get flowers.

“Good morning (Y/N)!” Frank, the owner of the most beautiful flowers in the world, exclaimed.

“Good morning Frank. How are you today?” You asked taking in the copious fragrances surrounding his stall.

“Doing amazing. It’s a beautiful day and business is good!”

“As it always is. How could it not be?! You have the best flowers in the world.”

“Now I wouldn’t say that…”

“Oh I do, often,” you gave him a smile from under your lashes.

Frank’s wife use to be a florist, but after she passed he kept on selling flowers, just not in bouquets. You always got a fresh bunch for your room, every Saturday morning, when you were visiting your parents. You spotted the sunflowers you had been waiting on to bloom and smiled wide to yourself. You looked them over, trying to find the perfect ones.

“(Y/N)?”

You would know that voice anywhere, in any universe, at any point in time. You turned and sure enough there he stood.

“Jack?!” Both of you let face splitting smiles spread across your faces, as he stepped towards you.

You met him halfway, and then his arms were around you. He engulfed you, as he always did. Not only with his stature, but with his scent. It sent your pulse pounding, and butterflies flapping their wings too quickly in your stomach.

“What are you doing here?” You spoke, as the two of you stepped to the side out of people’s way.

“I had some vacation, so I decided to come visit. Spend some time with the folks.”

“New York still treating you right?” You asked, hoping he’d say no.

“Still doesn’t feel like home, but it’s been alright.”

That made your heart jump.

“You look incredible,” he spoke as he gazed at you

He took your hand and twirled you, pulling a giggle from you. Your sundress slightly coming up with the spin.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Cowboy.”

You both laughed at the nickname. It was never awkward with Jack. It didn’t matter if he’d been away for years or seconds, it was always the same easy feeling when you were around him. The two of you tried to stay in touch, texting every once in awhile but his job had him busy, and so did yours.

“You want to walk the rest with me? I was going to grab some flowers real quick.”

“Of course darlin’ but the flowers are on me.”

Before you could even protest, he’d walked over to Frank’s booth. They began to catch up with each other, as Jack too, looked over the sunflowers. You smiled to yourself as he picked a few and paid for them. Frank tied them up and slipped them in his signature packaging. They said their goodbyes, and Frank gave you a wave which you returned as Jack made his way back over to you.

“Thank you Jack,” you smiled as the two of you fell into step with each other.

“No need to thank me darlin’,” he smiled down at you.

The two of you walked through the market, stopping at a few more stalls. Everyone you stopped to talk to was glad to see Jack as well.

“How is the job going?”

“It’s going good! I got lucky with no summer classes to teach, so I’m back visiting for a while, and doing some tutoring while I’m here. Plus I help mom and dad with the ranch.”

“That’s good. I’m glad it’s been going well for you. I knew you were perfect for that job when you got it.” You smiled up at him, meeting his eyes already on you. “I’m glad my parents are still holding down the ranch myself. Gives me something to do when I’m here.”

“How long are you in town for?” The question you had dreaded asking him the moment you saw him.

“Two weeks.”

Just two weeks? That wasn’t enough. Not for you, but you tried not to show your disappointment and how your stomach sank. You swung by to pick up your pie, laughing as Jack bought one himself, before the two of you exited the market and into the parking lot.

“Hey listen, um,” Jack rubbed the back of his neck, a familiar nervous habit. “I know the carnival is in town, and I was wondering if you might want to go, with me? For old times sake.”

“Jack I would love to,” you smile brightened.

“Perfect. I can come pick you up this evening around six?”

“That sounds great!”

“I would really like to buy you dinner, sometime while I’m in town as well.” His voice had softened, nerves clearly there.

“Jack Daniels are you asking me on a date?” You turned to him in a bit of a teasing manner, but your smile was so wide your face hurt.

“I reckon I am,” he chuckled as he looked down at you.

“Well, I would love to.”

“Great! Perfect. We can work that out later.”

“Sounds good.”

“Did you drive here?” Jack scanned the lot for your car.

“No I walked.”

“Can I give you a lift?”

“You don’t have to Jack.”

“I insist.”

You gave him a nod and walked with him to his Bronco. You had always loved his car, and it was so fitting for him. He opened your door for you and tucked your things in a box in the back carefully, so nothing would fly away or get damaged. The only time he ever bothered to put the top on was when it rained, but as long as the skies were clear he always loved having the wind around him as he drove. You smiled at the memory of you teasing him about it once, during an unusual stretch of beautiful weather Kentucky had received one year. You looked over at him as he got in, and he caught your eyes. The two of you held eye contact for far too long, before you felt your face heat and you looked away.

Jack started the car and soon took off for your parents ranch. You let the wind whip your hair around you, marveling in how amazing it felt. Not just the weather, but the freeing feeling of being sat next to Jack back in your hometown. You could never lie to a single person about your feelings for him. Ones that had never once left, even after he moved. The two of you never put a label on things, but it was always him you came back to. Both of you had dated other people, but no one ever made you feel the way Jack did. That sense of being safe, of being home. It crushed you when he left, but you made him swear to stay in touch, and never once did he fall back on his promise. You had always wondered if he felt the same, but deep down you suspected he did. The way he seemed to always find his way back to you too. It was like the two of you were magnets, only drawn to each other.

All too soon, Jack pulled into the long driveway of your parents home. You stayed here most summers, in your old bedroom your parents kept for you. They had told you when you left, that there was always a place for you here. Jack came to a stop and the two of you climbed out.

“Is that the Jack Daniels?!” You heard your mom, who had stepped out of the house onto the large front porch.

“Yes ma’am! How are you?”

You watched as Jack walked, with your tote bag and packages, towards your mom to receive a hug. That was another point towards this man, your parents loved him. Truthfully both your families were friends, and everyone got along perfectly. You adored his parents and the feeling was mutual.

“Well I’m doing wonderful! How are you, Mr. New York?”

“Is that Jack I hear?” Your father rounded the house, wiping his hands on the bottom of his already dirty shirt.

“Oh I’m doing well. Miss this place all the time. How are you, sir?”

You watched the scene play out, everyone making some small talk.

“Come in and have lunch with us sweetie.”

“I, unfortunately, have to decline. We are having lunch as a family back at the big house but I’ll see y’all later tonight. I’ll come by a bit early, if that’s alright?” He turned to you.

“Oh yes! That’s perfect! We can sit, have some pie and then head over to the carnival.”

“I’ll see you then darlin’. Mr. & Mrs. (Y/L/N) it was really good to see y’all, and I’ll be back this evening.”

“Drive careful,” you spoke softly, after goodbyes were exchanged, and you watched him climb in his car and leave down the drive.

“The carnival huh?” You mom asked, and you smirked back at her.

“Things are getting back to their natural order. Get me anything good at the market?” Your father spoke as he picked up your bags.

His comment made your heart swell, and you looked back seeing the dust Jack had sent flying, settling.

“Of course I did dad,” you smiled, as your mom wrapped her arm around your shoulder and the three of you walked inside.

Things definitely felt more like home now.

The day seemed to crawl by and you knew it was only because you were excited. You had changed into some light jeans and a cute, simple top. You were comfy but could fight the chill that came with the nights here. You exited your room, just as the doorbell rang through the house. You beat either of your parents to the door and opened it to Jack.

“Hi,” you spoke with a wide smile that Jack mirrored. “Come in.”

“Hey darlin’.” Jack spoke as he stepped inside.

The sun was just starting to set behind the horizon as you closed the door, and you noted it knowing y’all couldn’t linger too long.

“Y’all come to the kitchen!” Your mom called, and you let out a chuckle as the two of you made your way.

Your dad was already sat down, like a kid waiting for his favorite meal, at the table. Jack joined him and the two of them fell into easy conversation as you went to help your mom.

“You’ve been really happy since you got back this morning,” your mom smirked, elbowing you slightly as you gathered plates and cups.

“I am,” your face heated.

“Ain’t got nothing to do with a certain someone does it?”

“Oh not at all,” you looked at her with a smirk, and the two of you let out low laughs.

“Well you already know we both approve. We have for a long time. The two of you have danced around each other for years. You need to just go for it.”

“I don’t know about the distance thing though.”

“Honey if it’s meant to be, the two of you will make it work no matter what. Plus you work a job, that can easily move with you. There are literature positions to spare in New York. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, but honey you light up when he’s around.”

You studied your mom for a moment, before glancing over at Jack. He was still in deep conversation with your dad, but his eyes found yours, and you held them for a moment before looking away. A smile spread on your face once again.

“You see? Plus he feels the same way.”

“You don’t know that,” you spoke as you grabbed the pitcher of milk out of the fridge.

“Oh honey. I do.” Your mom declared, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“He could have found someone up there.”

“Jack’s a loyal man, he wouldn’t be sitting at our dinning room table about to take you on date if he had.”

She turned to you, with plates balanced carefully in each hand. You looked at her and let out a sigh.

“Just think about it. You have two weeks to figure it all out. But I wouldn’t let him go back without telling him how you feel.”

She walked past you, and you knew she was right. You definitely knew you needed to just fess up to Jack, but the thought made your stomach flip. Mostly in fear that he didn’t really feel the same way. You let out a sigh as you turned with the glasses and pitcher. The four of you sat around and talked about life, as you ate pie and drank your milk. You glanced over at Jack once both of you were done.

“You ready to go?”

“If you are darlin’,” Jack smiled as he stood.

“You kids go have fun. You know the rules at this point Jack.” You dad spoke as the rest of you stood.

“Yes Sir.” Jack smiled as he shook your dad’s hand and then hugged your mom.

Your mom gave you a look that spoke so many silent words, and you simply nodded before saying your goodbyes and leaving.

The carnival was already in full swing as the two of you walked up. People bustled everywhere, bright lights from the rides shining, screams coming from some of the fast ones, and the smell only a carnival could carry. You and Jack went on several rides before you walked up to a ring throwing game.

“Want me to win you something darlin’?” He smirked, as you both looked over the countless stuffed animals.

“I’ll take that bear up there,” you pointed at one that was as brown as his eyes.

“You got it. One teddy bear coming up.”

Jack stepped up and took the rings from the guy behind the counter. You watched as he focused, concentrating carefully, before throwing the first ring, landing it easily. You pumped an arm but kept silent, trying not to distract him or celebrate too early. One after another Jack threw them true, until they were all on the highest bottles and you cheered. Jack told the guy which bear you wanted and when he handed it to you your smile grew impossibly bigger. Then you wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you Jack! That was incredible! I’m terrible at those things. I’ve never seen anyone do that well.”

“Ahhh it ain’t nothing darlin’ and you’re very welcome.”

One of your arms wrapped tight around the bear and the other fell to your side. You felt your fingers flutter against Jack’s, and the two of you looked at each other. With eyes locked he took your hand and laced your fingers within his. He squeezed slightly, and your face heated, but absolutely nothing could wipe the smile from your face. Or so you thought.

“Well look who it is!”

That voice made you freeze, your blood boil and a stone fall in the pit of your stomach. Lee Mason. Your ex, with a not so great breakup. You had tried, because he had been a decent guy, up until the end. When you finally confessed that the feelings were just not there, he’d turned into a complete asshole. Ever since then you had avoided him, and not once did it cross your mind that you might see him tonight. You knew, as he strolled up with his asshole friends in tow, that he was about to make a scene.

“So is this city boy the reason you broke things off with me?” Lee sneered, as his eyes darted to your clasped hands.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business anymore. I owe you nothing Lee.” You tried to be calm and not show any of the emotions swirling around inside.

“How’s New York? City boy,” Lee spit the words at Jack, who's hand squeezed yours.

You knew Jack was a mostly patient man, but the wrong person could flip a switch.

“It’s perfect. Being a president of a billion dollar company and all. You know? Oh wait…”

Your eyes widened and a smirk pulled at your lips as you glanced up at Jack, who kept his eyes glued to Lee.

“Yeah whatever Daniels. You watch yourself with this slut. She’ll stab you in the back in a second,” Lee and his friends let out a laugh.

The words shouldn’t have hurt but they did. Then Jack was stepping forward, your hand dropping from his.

“What did you just call her?”

“A slut,” Lee didn’t even hesitate.

“I believe you should take that back, and watch your mouth when you talk about a lady.”

You swore you could see the steam coming off Jack as he loomed over Lee. He was taller than Lee and could probably take him out with one single, not so hard, punch.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

Lee challenged Jack and his friends stepped up.

“You might want to walk away now. I’d hate to make a scene and kick your asses in front of all these people.”

You didn’t notice it until this second, when Jack slightly moved the leather jacket on his side. His whip that he carried with him just about everywhere hung on his belt loop. It was no secret to you who Jack really was, and what his work entailed. You knew what he was capable of. Even with Lee having no idea, he backed up keeping his eyes on Jack, as him and his friends walked away. They kept their eyes glued to each other until Lee was far enough away, and he turned around. You released a breath you had no idea you were holding.

“You okay?” Jack turned to you, clearly worried.

“I’m fine,” you spoke softly.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“Wait, are we going home?”

The hurt had to be clear on your face, because Jack stepped close to you and took your hand.

“No, we’re going to our spot.”

You smiled softly and he pulled you out to the parking lot with him.

The spot Jack mentioned was a cliff that the two of you discovered once, while driving around one afternoon. The two of you had spent hours on end out here, talking about life, eating, laughing, watching movies or even just sitting in the comfortable silence that always fell between the two of you.

Jack parked and from the outlook you could still see the bright lights of the carnival, and you unbuckled, getting out. You stomach churned, wondering if Lee’s words had affected Jack’s mind in any way. You should know better at this point, but it had been a few years since the last time the two of you were together, and things change. You leaned carefully against the hood of the car and took in the view. The driver door shutting made your heart pound as Jack came to stand next to you.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

His words were so gentle, so worried. You needed to tell him. Your mom was right but first…

“You didn’t believe what he said right?”

Your voice shook and you silently cursed yourself.

“What?” Jack was shocked at your question, and he reached over to pull at your hands where they’d been crossed against your chest.

“I would never in a million years think he was telling the truth. I know you, regardless of the distance and the time apart, I know you. He’s just an asshole who lost the best thing that ever happened to him. He must hate himself for not fighting for you.”

You couldn’t have stopped the slight tears that sprung to life in your eyes, nor the smile on your face.

“He meant nothing. None of them have.”

“What do you mean?” Jack’s eyebrows pulled together and he cocked his head slightly.

“Shit. Here goes nothing. None of them have mattered, because none of them have been who I truly want. Which is you, Jack. I’ve known it for a really long time, but I’m in love with you Jack Daniels.”

There was silence, his eyes searched your face, the too long pause making your stomach sink. Then his hands were on your cheeks and his lips crashed against yours. It was the most electrifying feeling and you knew that this is what everyone talked about. The way Jack made you feel in the past, leading up to this moment. The moment the fireworks went off. The moment he confirmed every single thing you had felt all these years. He only pulled away when your lungs were screaming for air.

“I take that as…”

“I feel the same? Yes. I always have. It’s always been you. In every scenario, in every dream of my future it’s only you. I would do anything to make you mine, to make you happy, make this work.”

“I would too,” your voice shook with pure happiness.

“Then I guess I need to ask you properly then huh?” Jack smirked and you smiled, nodding your head. “Be mine. We will figure it all out, but if you say yes I’m never letting you go.”

“Then yes. I never want you to let me go Jack.”

He pulled you back into him, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck, lacing in the hair at the nape of his neck. You kissed him, knowing that this had been the answer to every question in your life. You had no idea what was to come, but none of it mattered as long as Jack was by your side.

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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 2 years ago

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Yandere x gardener reader pt 2

(Warning: yandere, stalking, nsfw?)

• as you were only working on David’s yard, you started to get quite bored of the same tasks and asked you boss to place you in some other locations

• not only were you bored, but David was giving off a non professional vibe lately, and you thought it would be good to space out how much you see him in a week, but you didn’t bring that up with your boss

• As you started working in other locations, David quickly noticed your absence

• “hey y/n! Working hard as ever I see… I’ve noticed that you come by as much as you did, is there a reason?”

• “o-oh, yeah I asked my boss for some more work. Y’know me, I like to stay on my feet”

• it took all of David’s power to not crush the glass of water in his hand

• “ ah I see, well good for you! Anyways I gotta head inside, to hurt yourself!”

• as he turned around and started walking in the direction of his home, his smile quickly turned into a scowl, and looked rightfully pissed

• ‘is she pushing me away?, did I do something to upset her? (Yes)

• ‘no, maybe she just needs money, so she’s picking up more shifts, right?’ (Bruh)

• no matter what excuse he came up with, he chose to follow you to your other work locations

• gotta make sure these people aren’t creeps, of course

• and my god, he did not like what he saw

• I mean these people weren’t even doing anything weird or bad. They welcomed you, shook your hand and gave you a tour of their garden.

• but David is an unwell man.

• all he see’s is perverts trying to get close to you

• it had been a few days since you took up more work

• and only after a few days did you start getting “gifts” at the front door of your home

• these gifts were usually bouquets that would look a lot like the the flowers some of your costumers grew

• and when you went to work your suspicion was confirmed

• “ I think some kids got into my yard and stole my flowers!”

• you’d like to believe that, you really would. But you knew it wasn’t, and it made you feel sick

• of course you didn’t tell the costumers “lol I have a stalker,don’t mind them!”

• so you agreed with whatever they said, and replaced the stolen flowers with brand new ones

• but every week there would be a new bouquet at your door, and another person upset that someone ruined their garden

• there were notes with the bouquets too

• notes that would call you “flower” and say how pretty you were

• there was one note that said how beautiful you looked while you slept, and that one really freaked you out

• every night you made sure to lock all windows and doors, you even bought extra thick curtains so no on could peep in

• as the weeks went by, almost all of your costumers gardens were ruined

• one of the few gardens that seemed to be never touched was David’s

• you didn’t have any proof, but you didn’t feel comfortable around him anymore

• I mean he did try to gift you a necklace and wanted to eat launch with you everyday, and the flowers at your door only started when you started to work in other locations other than David’s

• at this point, you figured it was the best idea to report David to your boss, and just stop working for him all together

(This thang getting long again, be back for part3!)

Also, if you want to share any tips for me or any advice, please do!

#my writing #yandere x reader #yandere #gardener reader

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elaine-abroad · 2 years ago

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Volume 4

Week 3

This past week has been the slowest and least exciting week so far. There have been many ups and downs. Some days have been fun and others have made me kind of want to go home. It also rained the entire week which made going out a lot more inconvenient and annoying.

To start off the week, Grace and I went out to a cafe. There was a girl who sat near us in our painting class who recommended going to this specific cafe because it was a Harry Potter themed one and after hearing that, we really wanted to go. Overall, it was a little underwhelming. I don’t think it registered that it was a cafe and not an actual Harry Potter attraction. You had to buy a drink to enter and the floors we could go to were just seating spaces that had a Hogwarts vibe.

It was still cool though. I got the “jelly smoothie” which tasted like bubblegum and had some candy on top. Grace’s matcha drink looked a lot more related to the theme and even had a chocolate Sorting Hat on top.

Because it was raining, we wanted to find other indoor places to go to. Unfortunately all the nearby shopping centers were either not what we were looking for or one that we had already gone to. To continue with the cafe theme though, we wanted to go to another animal one. There was a sheep cafe relatively near so we headed to that.

The sheep weren’t actually in the cafe area for reasonable reasons. We weren’t really looking for more sweets at that time and wanted to get some real food so we ended up leaving. I had to get some close ups of the sheep before we left though.

We went to a small place that had noodles. It was similar to that one katsu curry place we went to previously where you order on a kiosk and pick a spot along the counter to sit at.

We went back after because it was raining so hard. It cleared up later so Bianca and I went to this burger place called Mom’s Touch for dinner.

My order here was similar to what I got at Lotteria only the patty was replaced by a slab of fried chicken. It was pretty good but a little saucier than I would have liked. Anyways, that was the end of my weekend.

The start of this school week was dreaded. On Monday, I had my traditional painting midterm as well as my visual journal project presentation. I have a lot of frustration for this painting class and this midterm session only added to that.

Basically, we were given the choice to paint either the orchid or the chrysanthemum, or both, on a folding fan that we’d purchased. It could be literally anything, any composition, but it could only be using those two plants. I for some reason just couldn’t get the orchid down and was somehow painting the chrysanthemum better so I decided I was going to paint only chrysanthemums. We were given some time to practice and I felt good. My practice chrysanthemums were looking really nice and I was semi confident in myself. I even tried practicing the orchid because I had the chrysanthemum down.

I definitely think I could’ve done better in the midterm, but it’s really not as easy as it looks. The folding fan is not a flat surface as the paper is obviously very folded. The paper is a lot thicker and of a different texture than our practice paper, meaning it can hold different amounts of water before bleeding. The practice paper bleeds really easily so I adjusted, but when I tried to apply that to the fan, it was too little water and ultimately too dry.

I hated how the chrysanthemums were turning out on the fan so I put in an orchid. It also didn’t register that I could’ve created a visually interesting composition, but I kind of just threw multiple flowers together.

Now, that wasn’t even the worst of it. After we finished painting, my teacher gave each of us 10 sticky notes and told us to go around, look at everyone’s work, and put our sticky notes on our favorites. I thought this was messed up and humiliating because someone with a “meh” fan could have 20 votes because of their friends while someone else could have a better fan but only 5 votes. Some designs were definitely better than others and vice versa, but I didn’t like it. I felt like it was a public display of who had a “better/worse” fan, but art is subjective.

It didn’t really help that I got a whopping 4 notes (3 being from my own friends). I mean I wasn’t super happy with my work, but I think it deserved more votes than it got. My teacher said we had to upload a pic with the number of votes we got to the portal. I didn’t want the grade to be based on the number of votes because I’m pretty sure mine was one of the least favorites so I snuck in 3 pity votes from myself. It’s a little pathetic, but I was a little scared.

For my visual journal class, we were supposed to come up with a picture book story, create characters, and draw out a couple scenes. Some of the presentations were really impressive so I felt a little insecure about my work. Fortunately people liked my story idea so I felt a lot better. I won’t say much, but my story is about the little people behind traffic lights because I used to think people actually manually controlled the lights when I was younger. Here are my characters:

The next day we were finally introduced to colors in our painting class and had to paint flowers. It was hard to say the least. I can paint multicolored flowers with watercolors fine, but this was getting on my nerves.

To add to our list of visual journal field trips, we went to the National Museum of Korea where we were given an hour-long tour. My favorite part was the video that played on all the walls in the room.

My week kind of went downhill from there. Tuesday night was when I started feeling weird and then I woke up on Wednesday with a cold. Wednesday and Thursday were the worst days of my trip and I blame it on the weather/air. My friend Bianca thinks I got Covid from the club. Grace got sick after me and Bianca was fine so that kind of proved her wrong.

I left my room Thursday evening to get some food with Bianca. We revisited the pho restaurant and it made me feel a lot better.

I was trying my best to recover for the Friday field trip to Everland, an amusement park. I was looking forward to this trip for a while now so I definitely didn’t want to miss it. Unfortunately it was raining and the school emailed us saying that they weren’t going to cancel or postpone it. We suited up with cheap raincoats and umbrellas, and headed out.

The start of this trip was just another example of how unorganized this program is. We had an intern named Kyle leading us this time and he got us to the entrance at about 9:40 am. When the park opened at 10, we started going in before the staff stopped us.

Apparently, the school never bought us our tickets and didn’t tell Kyle either so he thought we were good to go when actually we weren’t. He had to go and buy 50 tickets. He would’ve probably known to buy tickets if he had all the money we paid, but if he didn’t know then I wonder if they had given him money to buy them. They better have paid him back if he had to use his own money. I felt bad for him but some people said how they didn’t and showed their annoyance.

There were literally no rides open because of the rain. We went on one roller coaster without our raincoats and came out pretty wet. After looking at the map, I saw that there were only three actual roller coasters which is disappointing because I thought it would match Great America. We found out there was a zoo attached to the park so we ended up spending most of our time there.

It was funny to see the animals hiding from the rain as well.

We went on a lot of safari rides where we saw many lions, tigers, and bears.

We even got to see a giraffe being fed up close!

We ended up doing a lot of indoor things like the 4d show, ghost shooting ride, and show with actors.

Everland was not as cool as my friend made it sound like. It was still fun and I made some new friends out of it. I hung out with Deborah, this girl I met when I first checked in, and her roommate for the day, and then her other friends that night. We went out for dinner together and even got bingsu for dessert.

It was interesting to see what kind of non art/STAMPS students were in the program. I found out one person in our group was from Uzbekistan and another was from Turkey but pursuing her PhD in Hong Kong.

They wanted to go to a karaoke place and we ended up staying there for over an hour. It was pretty fun, especially since we picked kpop songs with English and only sang the English.

To start off the weekend, Grace and I took a trip to the Myeongdong district. I liked the atmosphere because it was absolutely filled with street food vendors. There were also more foreigners than Hongdae which surprised me. We ended up leaving but vowing to come back for the vendors as they only accepted cash.

Later that evening we brought Bianca along and went to the Korean stew place from before. It was very good again.

Like I said, this week was a little lamer than I wanted it to be. The weather sucked and I got sick, but at least it ended better than it started. It feels weird that three whole weeks are gone and I only have one more week left. I know it will be bittersweet to leave, but I do want to go home.

-Elaine

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greatpestilenz · 2 years ago

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Hobie’s Request - Hobie x Reader

I was swingin' 'round our crib, feelin' all antsy, my heart pumpin' like crazy. Today was the day, bro. The day I've been gatherin' up the guts for, the day I was gonna pop the question to Mc. It took me weeks to build up the courage, but deep down, I knew this was the right time. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with 'em, and I couldn't wait any longer to let 'em know.

As I peeped at the ring box in my hands, my mind started wanderin' to all the prep work I had done. I took a risk, man. Measured Mc's finger while they were snoozin' peacefully next to me in our bed. Risky move, but I couldn't just straight-up ask 'em without givin' away the surprise. So, I did it all sneaky-like, actin' all lovey-dovey, hopin' I didn't mess up their beauty sleep.

These past few days, I've been dodgin' plans left and right, cancelin' hangouts with the homies. Not 'cause I didn't wanna chill with Mc – nah, it's the opposite. I needed a way to reach out to their crew on the low, get some help with the proposal. I wanted it to be perfect, man. A moment Mc would treasure forever.

I reached out to their closest homies, spillin' the beans and sharin' my plan. The excitement and willingness they showed, man, it made me even more determined to make this proposal unforgettable. Their crew became my allies in this epic display of love, coordinatin' the perfect spot and makin' it a magical moment. I owe 'em big time.

But even with all the careful plannin' and support, my nerves were still ragin'. Doubt and anxiety crept in, makin' my hands shake as I gripped that ring box tight. What if Mc said no? What if they weren't ready for this kind of commitment? Those thoughts kept racin' through my mind, threatenin' to dampen the fire I'd built up.

I took a deep breath, remindin' myself of our journey together. All the memories we made, the laughs and tears we shared. Mc was my rock, my ride-or-die, the one who made my life a million times better. Our love was strong, and I believed it was time for the next step.

With my determination reignited, I carefully stashed the ring box in my pocket and glanced at the clock. It was showtime, bro. Now or never. My heart, filled with excitement and a little fear, pushed me forward.

Before steppin' out, I paused for a sec, takin' one last look at the life we built. Our crib, overflowin' with love and good vibes, felt like the perfect backdrop for the start of our forever. I closed my eyes, whispered a silent prayer, hopin' Mc would say yes and this moment would be forever etched in our memories as the beginnin' of our shared future.

Takin' a deep breath, I stepped out into the world, ready to make my move. It took a long minute to get here, but in my heart, I knew it was worth it. No matter what happened, I was ready to take this leap of faith and declare my love to the person who meant everything to me.

As I strolled through the busy streets, my mind was buzzin' with thoughts of Mc. Memories of our adventures and how we always had each other's backs flooded my mind, remindin' me that we were meant to be together.

I reached the carefully picked spot, my nerves cranked up to eleven. It was a dope park, burstin' with colorful flowers and a chill vibe. The stage was set, but I couldn't shake the wave of anxiety washin' over me. I knew the moment I'd been buildin' up to was finally here.

Takin' another deep breath, I reached into my pocket and felt the ring box safe and sound. The weight of it gave me reassurance, remindin' me of the commitment and love waitin' for Mc's answer. With newfound courage, I pushed myself to take that next step.

Mc was waitin' for me at our fave spot in the park, clueless 'bout the life-alterin' question I was 'bout to drop. As I got closer, their smile lit up the whole place, easin' the beats of my racin' heart. Just their presence gave me the strength to keep goin'.

I took their hands in mine, locked eyes with 'em, tryin' to pour all my love and devotion into that look. The words I practiced a million times in my head suddenly felt insufficient, unable to capture the magnitude of what I wanted to say. But sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

With hands shakin', I slowly pulled the ring box from my pocket, feelin' the weight of our future in that single moment. Mc's eyes widened in surprise, their mouth formin' a perfect "O" of astonishment. Excitement and nerves danced in the air between us as I cracked open the box, revealin' the symbol of my commitment.

"Mc," I started, my voice tremblin' with emotion, "since the day we crossed paths, you've been my anchor, my partner in crime, and the love of my life. You've shown me what it means to be cherished and supported, and I can't imagine my future without you by my side."

Tears shimmered in their eyes, and my heart swelled with joy and anticipation. I kept goin', my voice gettin' steadier as I poured out my soul.

"Mc, will you do me the honor of bein' my partner for life? Will you marry me?"

Time seemed to freeze as we held our breath, the weight of that question hangin' in the air. The anticipation was killin' me, and I anxiously waited for their answer, prayin' with every fiber of my being that they'd say yes.

A smile slowly spread across Mc's face, their eyes filled with overwhelming happiness and love. Their voice, full of emotion, whispered, "Yes, a thousand times yes! I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Hobie."

Relief and pure bliss surged through me as I slipped the ring on Mc's finger, sealin' our commitment in one precious moment. The world around us seemed to fade away as we embraced, the weight of the world liftin' off our shoulders, replaced by the promise of a future overflowin' with love and shared dreams. And for our first romantic gesture as fiances, I kissed that pretty little mouth of theirs. I was overwhelmed with so much emotions, man.

In that park, surrounded by nature's whispers and the birds' joyful songs, we solidified our bond. The nerves and fears that once ruled me transformed into a deep sense of peace and contentment. From that moment on, our lives would forever be intertwined, and I couldn't wait to jump into this epic journey with the love of my life, Mc.

#fanfic #fanfic writing #x reader #spider-man: across the spider-verse #hobie #hobie x reader

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carleycore · 2 years ago

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When they insult you(Kenma and Oikawa)

A/N this blog is so weird- It’s like 400 styles in one.

Genre: Angst (it’s not SUPER bad- I can write a part two as comfort if y’all would like that)

Warnings: Insults obvi, pregnant reader(oikawa)

Part two

(not having a job)

Being with Kenma is wonderful. He never looks at other girls, fights you, and always is there to support and love you, so of course you did the same.

You’ve been dating him since high-school so you were there for him through his volleyball days all the way to his billionaire status. Naturally, you both loved and were there for each other unconditionally, so it was no surprise when he got down on one knee and proposed.

Currently the two of you were in the process of wedding planning which was super fun, but stressful as hell.

Kenma made enough money from streaming and his business and he loved to stream. So he was still working when he really didn’t need to.

You’d quit your job to focus on the planning and all had been going well.

Now the week was two months away and all you had left was the finishing touches.

All of the major stuff was done, and now all you had to do was plan the little things. Little things that would’ve been really helpful to have your fiancé's input on, so you opened his door slowly to see if he was streaming, which he was, but he was in the middle of a break.

“Hey baby,” you smiled, walking over to sit on his lap, “are you busy right now?”

You couldn’t tell when you walked in, but he seemed pissed off.

“I’ve been streaming for four hours. All I want is a break, what do you want?” He responded harshly.

“Just turn off the stream, I wanna talk about wedding stuff,” you bargained.

“One of us has to work, Y/N. I know it’s fun to just lounge around on the couch and pick flowers but I have a real job. A job I need to support you and this lavish wedding you want.”

After hearing this, you simply got up and left the room. If that was truly how he felt, so be it. There didn’t have to be a wedding after all.

Going into a guest room and slamming the door, you instantly started applying for jobs. Kenma knew you were waiting until you finished college to get a job again, and that he’d support you through getting your masters degree. But clearly, that was a lie.

And you wouldn’t force him to support you any longer.

(Not dressing up)

You were 20 weeks pregnant. Finally at the point where it didn’t just look like you ate a lot. It looked like you were growing a baby. This also meant that it was getting harder to find an outfit that wasn’t just a shirt that was streched out too much, or an ugly maternity dress that made you look even fatter than you felt. Thankfully, Oikawa was there for you ever step of the way. Buying you new things to try on, encouraging you, and telling you how beautiful you looked. But his views changed one day.

Now you and your husband, Oikawa, were walking around the grocery store. Just buying food for the week when one of his old classmates came up to him.

She was pregnant too, and shopping for groceries with her husband. The only difference was she was absolutely glowing. Her bump fit her nicely, and the dress she was wearing looked amazing on her. It gave her a very cheery vibe.

Since you didn’t go to Aoba Johsai, you didn’t know them. So, you just smiled and looked at the food intently, as if you didn’t know what you were going to grab.

After a while they left and Oikawa’s mood seemed to have worsened.

“What’s wrong babe?” You asked, trying your best to keep up with the speed that he walked to the cash register, “and we’re missing a few things.”

“Why can’t you look more like Nami? She’s 24 weeks and she still dresses nicely,” He complained, gesturing towards your Crocs, T-shirt, and sweatpants.

“I’ve tried, nothing you good on me,” you were about to cry. You didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or if it was the fact that your husband was berating you in public. It was a good thing the cashier had her airpods in and the store was fairly empty.

“Well maybe you should stay home then. It’s embarrassing when my friends’ wives look better than my own,” he grumbled, picking up the pancake mix and syrup you put in the basket, “seriously? Are you trying to look like a whale?”

Instead of explaining how HIS child was craving it, you simply put it back on the shelf and was silent the entire way home.

That night, after putting everything up and showering you rolled on your side of the bed alone. When he wrapped his arms around your bump as he did every night, you pushed him off. Ignoring him when he tried to apologize and reason with you.

The next day when he apologized, bought you new clothes, jewelry, and the food you wanted you still didn’t talk to him.

It’d take a lot more than bribery for you to forgive his actions.

THIS BELONGS TO CARLEY-CHAN 2023 DO NOT REWORK/REWRITE!!

reblogs and likes appreciated <3

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igncrxntripley · 2 years ago

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their secret weapon pt. 4

request (anonymous): Just thinking it would be funny if secret weapon has an ex who's like 6'10 and they're on good terms, right person wrong time vibe yk? And he shows up to support her and they're like whomst???

tags: SFW, poly!judgement day, fem!reader, ex!brooks jensen, possessive TJD

A/N: i’m on a brooks jensen kick lately so he may not be 6′10 but forgive me...also i needed to put this out bc the inspiration is hitting me like a brick and i have ideas you just aren’t ready

mentions: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore

Before The Judgement Day welcomed Y/N with open arms, she didn’t have many solid connections to the people she shared the ring with. Of course she had friends, but the industry sometimes made it difficult. That changed when she met Brooks, who had started training at the Performance Center not long after she did. He was someone she could confide in, someone she felt a connection with as more than a friend. Their relationship developed, but the two decided to split. They both still loved one another, but it wasn’t the right time.

Y/N had to admit that ever since becoming the fifth member of The Judgement Day, she hadn’t thought about Brooks once. He hadn’t reached out to her since it was revealed that she was a new member, and it spoke volumes that she hadn’t thought about picking up the phone once to call him. Little did she know, he was in shock. And now that it had been a few weeks, Brooks thought he needed to saw something.

The group was backstage at Monday Night Raw the five of them relaxing in their locker room before their appearance for later on in the show; Damian and Finn were stretching in one corner, Rhea was in another doing pull ups, and Y/N had her head in Dominik’s lap as they played video games together. For a crew who was so tough on the outside, they really were just five normal people. They all looked at the door when a knock came from the other side, and they were confused as they weren’t expecting anyone. Finn was the first to move, so when he opened the door he was shocked to see none other than Brooks.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” He asked the taller, larger man. “Last I checked we didn’t invite you.” Brooks rolled his eyes a little and tried to look behind Finn for Y/N, in which they made eye contact from her spot on the couch. “I need to talk to Y/N.” Brooks said confidently, Y/N already standing up even though Dominik tightened his grip on her waist. No one knew who Brooks was or what his connection to their girl was, so they were on edge once he said why he was there. “Sorry pal, she’s a little busy.” Finn said and began closing the door, but Y/N got up and stopped him. “Brooks…hi.” She said softly.

To say the other four members in the room were shocked was an understatement. Not only were they surprised, but they were protective of Y/N and wanted to know who this was at the door. She turned to them and gently put her hand on Finn’s arm since he was the closest. “Give me a few minutes.” Y/N was going to go with Brooks regardless, but once her partners nodded in agreement and gave her the space she needed she closed the door and walked down the hallway with Brooks.

Once they were alone the two embraced each other for the first time in a long time, and it felt good to Y/N to have someone there she knew cared about her. “God, baby. It’s so good to see you.” Brooks said into her shoulder as he squeezed her smaller body. She still smelled the same, of strawberries and flowers but now with a hint of cologne from each of her boys in the room. And her feminine aesthetic hadn’t changed in the slightest either, but he was still worried about the long term effects of being involved with The Judgement Day. “I’ve been worried about you.”

Y/N pulled back to look at him with furrowed brows. “Worried?” She asked softly. “Brooks, I…I know you mean well but you don’t need to be worried. The four of them are amazing, and they’ve helped me so much.” Brooks put her down and gently held her arms. “You feel that way now, but they’re going to turn on you like they’ve turned on others in the past.” He warned her. “I just…I hate how people have treated you in the past and I don’t want it to happen again.” Y/N gave a soft sigh and looked up at her ex. “As if you wouldn’t be the first one I’d call if I needed help.” She teased softly, making him chuckle. “I promise you, I’m happy, And the four of them take amazing care of me.” Brooks just had to trust Y/N like he always had, so he nodded and pulled her into another hug. “I’m proud of you. And I’ll be watching you tonight front and center.”

Y/N could feel herself buzzing with excitement when Brooks told her. She smiled at him and practically jumped up and down. “I think You’ll like the new stuff I’ve been working on. But I have to go get ready, so I’ll see you later?” Brooks nodded and gave her one last kiss on top of her head as a good luck before she ran back to the locker room. When she walked inside, she was met with four stares from four quite large individuals.

“Care to explain?” Rhea asked first, her arms crossed over her chest and the look on her face making Y/N nervously play with her fingers. “He’s…he’s my ex. And we still have a really good relationship so he just wanted to talk.” She explained quickly. Damian shook his head a little and stepped closer. “Do you remember what we told you when you became a member of The Judgement Day, mi amor?” His words made Y/N shiver. Finn followed suit and stood in front of Y/N, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. “In order to be the very best you can be, you need to leave everything behind that was holding you back.” He reminded her softly. Y/N frowned and looked at the four of them again. “I-I know, but…but that’s not Brooks! He’s always supported me…” she said softly.

Dom was the next one to speak. He shook his head and stayed where he was, running a stressed hand through his hair. “That’s what you think. But you need to trust us for all of this hard work to truly pay off.” She turned her head from her partners and tried to think about what they were saying, but she knew they were right. “Yeah, I guess.” She said softly. In the back of her mind, she knew it wasn’t going to be that easy to cut off Brooks. But she still had a match later in the night and she couldn’t think about anything other than that.

Her partners all smiled in response, and this time Rhea was the one to step closer and wrap her arms around Y/N. “We promise this is the right thing to do, baby. You won’t regret it.” She said softly. Y/N nodded and leaned into Rhea’s touch. “Thank you all. I mean it.” Even though she still meant every word she said, she was still thinking about seeing Brooks in the crowd during her match tonight…and whether she should tell her four partners about that.

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thesapphireprincess · 2 years ago

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🏹 New Chapter 🤍

I feel like a new chapter is starting in my life. These are a few things I have coming in the mail, the books just arrived today. The past 2 months have been a huge learning experience for me. I realized that I haven’t decentered men from my life. Not in a #Ihateallmen kind of way but in a way where “finding a man” isn’t my top priority. Obviously I would like a relationship and to eventually get married but I realized I was still making the same mistake when it came to dating. For example I wasn’t acting like the prize I was still subconsciously behaving like a pick me.

The #1 rule I learned when dating is that if a man is confusing you, interrupting your peace or not meeting your standards, drop him. I unfortunately haven’t been listening to this when it comes to my love language. I was doing really good at first until I met this really handsome guy and everything seemed fine at first except for his texting style then the second date is where the test happened and I failed. I didn’t listen, actually I ignored it and then I got into a relationship with someone I didn’t know very well and immediately regretted it after. To make a long story short, him and I were not compatible at all not in any single way. He was just super hot & tall. It started fast and ended just as quickly. Hopefully I never hear from him again it’s been almost a week since we last spoke.

The problem with that relationship was #1 we weren’t compatible, #2 I could tell he wasn’t use to being a provider, he still did what he was supposed to but he would always make little comments, #3 we rushed into things because of the attraction, #4 I ignored every red flag, I even wrote them down but still chose to ignored them, #5 He started putting me in my masculine energy when he started to do the bare minimum or less, #6 He was messing with my mental health, #7 he never brought me flowers or gifts and last but not least, #8 His personality, friends and habits were not the vibe. You don’t even wanna know.

I almost gave up on men again when I realized that it’s my fault for not listening to myself and not vetting him. I chose to continue with him every though I knew he wasn’t the one. I now know how to move forward with dating. I am not perfect but I definitely need to work on cutting men off who confuse me or interrupt my peace. No second chances. Usually when something doesn’t work out with a person weather it’s dating or friends I’ll give up, isolate myself for months and not try to meet anyone new until I’m ready again. I learned that I shouldn’t let one person stop me from meeting other great people. There are 7 billion people on earth not everyone is the same. I’m ready to keep it pushing and move forward. The universe/god only wants what is best for me and they wouldn’t want anyone in my life who isn’t meant to be there.

#level up #self improvement #story time

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sunshineistyping · 3 years ago

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romantic suitor!human!moondrop x reader?

I'd like to read how moondrop woos someone he's falls in love with

You didn’t specify if you wanted HC’s or a full fic so I made a short story. If you wanted HC’s feel free to send this back in!

Flowers

Pairings: Moondrop/Moon x GN!Reader

Au: Human AU

Warnings: None

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“Again?” You blink in shock, picking up the large bouquet of black and red roses. You’d been getting various gifts for the past few weeks. You always loved them, finding something new but never knowing who gave them to you. You saw too many faces throughout the day being the front desk worker for the daycare and all. It honestly upset you, you wanted to meet the person getting you all these gifts! You glanced at the clock, okay cool, you still had about fifteen minutes left of your lunch break. You picked up the flowers and made your way to the break room, seeing one of your coworkers already there. His deep steel eyes flicked up to meet yours and suddenly you feel hot under his gaze. It’s oddly intense for someone who hasn’t even said hello to you yet.

You knew Moon rather well, or at least, that was his preferred name. He was Sunnys older brother and worked rather well with the older kids. You’re not sure if it’s the leather jacket and tattoos or the intense eyes but he had this aura of total confidence and control. Honestly, he was intimidating as all hell. A part of you wanted to go back to your desk but eventually, his eyes slid down your body and up again. Was he...checking you out? The black-haired man huffed and glanced away allowing you the small comfort of being outside of his gaze. I mean if he could check you out, you could talk to him, right? He was definitely easy on the eyes so a small conversation wouldn’t be all that bad.

“Hey Moon, how’s work been treating you?” You sat beside him nervously, his eyes snapping back to yours.

“Awful.”

“Why’s that?”

“Kids don’t know when to shut up. I’ve tried everything.”

“Have you tried being nice?”

“Are you saying I’m mean to them?” His eyebrow quirked up, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“No- no I would never ever imply that! I’m sure you’re a great caretaker! You must have tons of glowing reviews and everything!” There was a brief silence before Moon started to laugh, his deep voice settling into a chuckle. A single hand covered his mouth in a useless attempt to hide his smile and reddening face.

“You should've seen the panic on your face, it was hilarious.” So he wasn't mad? Well, maybe he just likes toying with people. He did give you the same vibes as an irritated cat, so it makes sense.

“How rude, making me believe I messed up.” You crossed your arms and the man beside you only laughed louder finally pulling his hand away. A simple glance to the clock let you know you only had a few minutes left to spare. You scrambled, grabbing your bouquet and rushing to the door.

“Thanks for the talk Moon, it was nice!”

“Yeah, whatever. Oh, by the way.” You turned, hearing the metal of his chair scrape against the wood. He stood, drink in hand, and walked over to you. You were significantly shorter so his presence close to you made your head spin. What cologne was he wearing? Why did it smell like the ocean and lavender? Why was that so good?

“Do you like the flowers?” He grins, eyes flicking down to the bouquet in your hands. Your face lights up at the simple realization that it was him. He was the one leaving you all those gifts.

“I do! They're really pretty, thank you.” He nodded, opening the door for you. You stepped out and waved gently before going right back to work. You'd have to talk with him after today, honestly you just really wanted an excuse to ask him out.

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#fnaf x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf au #moondrop x reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #human au

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saikokirakira · 3 years ago

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First Date (Steven Grant x Bakunawa!Reader Intro pt.1)

a/n: huzzah. i managed to get this story out ahead of my 57512 WIPs. apparently i'm very productive when i'm grieving. part 2 is on thursday 9pm PHT.

Next (I. Steven pt.2) | AU Masterlist

warnings: steven being a sad stood-up boi; self-depracating jokes; proofread one (1) time but re-written three (3) times

You didn’t expect that accountant to ghost you right after he made plans to take you out on a date.

Then your client asked if you can finish restoring a newly acquired painting two – TWO! – weeks earlier.

He was willing to pay double with a generous advance, so you couldn’t complain entirely.

Since you had Sundays off, you decided to treat yourself to that new steakhouse that had all the rave before you committed to being on work auto-pilot for the rest of the week.

You didn’t expect how bad downtown traffic was, and the line at the restaurant was even worse.

You were close to just calling it a day when your enhanced hearing heard, “Still expecting one more?”

Poor guy looked crushed as he stared at the menu.

Dare I? you asked yourself.

YES. YES, YOU DID.

“Traffic was terrible, love. I’m so sorry.”

You smoothly gave your order then smiled at the man who gaped at you.

Quickly explaining the week you had, then admitting that he looked sad to be eating alone with flowers and a box of chocolates.

“Couldn’t have picked a better seat out here to look sad and stood up, eh?”

You pouted at that. He honestly didn’t even look that bad to be stood up. Other than the apparent sleep deprivation in his eyes and the nerdy vibe.

“As long as you don’t end up stabbing me by the end of dinner, I think this night will end just fine.”

He finally gave you a smile and a laugh before cracking a joke. “Do you normally get stabs on first dates?”

Steven didn’t mention anything about his no-show date, and once he mentioned working in a museum gift shop, he couldn’t stop talking about Egyptian mythology.

With firsthand experience with deities, you listened to every word he so passionately talked about.

Yep, nerd… but it was absolutely endearing.

When the food arrived, he looked even more awkward.

You watched as he chewed that piece of subjectively overcooked steak for a long while.

He noticed you staring in question. “Do I look weird? I probably do. I’m not used to this. I’m a vegan.”

Wait, what? Your perplexity caused you to laugh instead. That was a joke, right?

You reached a stalemate on splitting the bill instead of Steven footing it all by the end of the impromptu date.

After he walked you to your car, he handed to you the small bouquet of roses. “Even though they were meant for someone else, they would love your company.”

“Quite the charmer, are you?”

Steven chuckled and fidgeted where he stood. Then he gave you the box of bonbons as well.

You shook your head. “Keep it. You seemed to like those more than I do.” He really did.

During dessert, you only picked at the dark chocolate pieces while he went through half of the box.

In fact, he still had an inconspicuous sprinkle stuck in his dimple.

You kissed his cheek, taking the sprinkle before stepping inside your car. “I had a great time. Let’s do it again some time, Steven.”

Steven continued to hold his cheek and waved as you pulled into the road and drove away. Then…

“Hey, mum. I had the most amazing date. I really like her, yeah. Now don’t say anything, but I forgot to ask for her number. Yeah, yeah, an absolute muppet, I am.”

#moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight headcanon #steven grant x reader #bakunawa!reader #bakunawa au

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greysfall · 4 years ago

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My 4444-word review of NEO TWEWY (with personal illustration + heavy spoilers)

My overall critical score for the game is 7.5/10, while my personal enjoyment score is 8.5/10. This review is posted as I have 80% completed the game, got the secret ending and achieved the Angel psychic rank. I’ll first start with the main pros and cons as follows.

PROS:

- Enjoyable as a whole, still upholding the first game’s spirit in world building and sharing the same backbone - which was mostly revealed in the Secret Reports, it’s impossible to grasp the story without reading them.

- The new cast and new game is charming in their own way

- The old cast’s return is one of the biggest highlights for sure, it was fun and impactful. Everyone stays true to themselves and also had their own stories wrapped up nicely.

- Boss designs are cool, new pins are fun to use and collect

- The connection between the old and new cast is well written and executed, including but are not limited to the tension between the old and new protagonist, the weird but fun interaction between the 2 Composers, the new friendships revealed and formed

- Sho being in the main cast is something so uniquely TWEWY and uniquely Sho

- Still good music

- Still many fun side quests, some of them really uphold the same quirky spirit of the old game and some are surprisingly touching

- Many new nice stores and yummy looking foods to explore

- The map is really easy to memorize for me, it’s fun to travel around the “current” Shibuya to see all the differences compared to the past

- The social network is crazy and interesting to read through

- Has an anti-frustration system to help 100% complete the game more easily and earn money faster, so post-game is relatively managable.

- Overall, I really feel the efforts the team poured into making this as their passion project, not just during the development process but for all the last 14 years. They showed the vision of what they wanted to make, at the same time giving something to both the old as well as new fans.

CONS:

- The biggest problem with the game is scenario writing. The story is so heavily back-loaded. The director himself thought it would be better to balance out the tension flow by adding more at the beginning but gave in to the scenario writer in the end, probably due to time pressure. This results in an underwhelming execution of characterization and lots of wasted potentials for the first half of the game.

- I struggle to view it as a stand-alone game, since the backstory and the old cast both play such an important role in the core of the game. If someone plays this game without having played the OG, they can only enjoy it on surface value at best.

- The new cast is nice but most of them aren’t quite as intriguing as the old cast, maybe it’s cuz they’re all too nice deep down that they lack a little bit of an edge, of that batshit craziness that everyone in the OG used to have? I think some characters (Fret, Nagi) ended up weaker in terms of characterization because the writer is too afraid of making them unlikeable – which kind of backlashed cuz they only became likable in the most expectable way to cater for a specific group of fans. I would have wished for the other team leaders to be more crazy too, had they not suffered 30+ loops of the Game…

- The CAMERAWORK IS HELL.

- Gameplay does get tedious at certain points with all the time travels.

- Shiba is so badly written as a villain, some Shinjuku characters should be given more screentime cutting into Shiba’s– like Hishima or Kaie or even, Hazuki (though his limited presence also solidified his importance).

- Some of the main character designs, for example Beat’s hairstyle and his food reactions are hilariously bad. What’s the point of covering up most of his unique facial features?

- Some of the minor/side characters’ design are too cool for them to have such a small role (eg: Ayano, Eiru). Ryoji did get much screentime but is nowhere as fun as Makoto was.

- Overall the scope of this game is made a little too big for the team to handle as perfectly as the last game that was very compact, it felt somewhat rushed in development too so the missing pieces are clearly there in the final picture

The entry fee versus paying for it all in the end

An important difference between the Neo game and the original Shibuya game was that the Shibuya rule asked for an entry fee that is the Player’s most important asset, stated as a chance the Composer gives them to reexamine themselves. Meanwhile, the Shinjuku rule neither encourages nor allows personal growth and ultimately aims to erase as many Players as possible. It’s a pity we were never introduced to the full Shinjuku rulebook, as it seems like the system there focuses more on building up power and a grand government to compare with the individuality-driven system of Shibuya.

When you have to compare the new game and the original game (OG), this is an important factor to consider. Also, the OG has a serious storyline running through and through, locked with a different partner/GM creating unique atmosphere for each week and you don’t get to see your old partners again until the end. NEO’s team system does not allow such deep insight and communication between the Players. All of your teammates are always there throughout, the dynamic does change with each new addition but it is not as prominent as a partner change.

Another important factor is how the OG was built from scratch for a new platform as “something no one has ever seen before”, while Neo recycled a lot of old unused ideas from the previous development (check out this interview for more details). The development team for NEO lacks 2 key members and had a change of writer so the final product is not as strongly bound together as the last game.

The new cast is definitely inspired by today’s teenagers (from the view of creators), compared to the old cast they’re more sociable and always seem to take whatever works for them despite feeling unstable inside. They are all innocent and genuinely nice kids, avoiding to hurt each other to a degree that they end up keeping some sort of distance. They’re also unable to communicate at deeper levels, always stagnant at this half-baked stage of equilibrium without any motivation to get to the core of things. That is the cost of entering the game without an entry fee, without even dying or having a reason to be there/to fight seriously. These kids were stolen from the RG into a Game that was decidedly the worst environment for them to change or develop, just wandering around cluelessly to find a way “out” until tragedies started to unfold one by one and they ended up being charged the total sum of the price for their actions – ultimately losing everything in the end.

That is, I believe, a story arc which can resonate more to the youth of today rather than of my generation. If the message of the old game was to “listen”, enjoy life to the fullest and accept to trust others, the message of the new game is to “speak up” from the inside, trying to understand yourself and take actions instead of just going with the flow and finally, to take responsibility for such actions.

If Neku was handpicked by the Composer for being the special one with an all-dense soul to ensure victory of the game then Rindo was just a normal kid chosen out of random by Kubo to be his back-up plan, who just happened to have a high enough imagination to awaken the incredible power from his pin. Rindo was then officially chosen by the Composer as Josh picked up and handed the pin to him again, this time not as Josh’s personal Proxy – but as the Proxy to represent the normal people of Shibuya and via whom he could gamble if humans can fight for their own fate.

The underworld heroine and the hero with little of his own

Shoka is for me a refreshing and layered heroine. She’s the kind of character that took at least 3 trials of creators to form as a complete individual – that included Nomura who gave her the base design and Reaper background, Gen who gave a more cunning touch and the writers who made her English dialogues more punchy. Dishonesty equals “tsundere” is such a cliché, so the English writers tried really hard to avoid that trope in my opinion, while still letting her good intention come through.

She serves as the character who is informed of everything the players should have known, and there was almost nothing she could do about it. Almost. Until she met Rindo.

They were drawn to each other by sharing a state of “not having anything of their own”. They both started out with not being able to truly know themselves, Shoka even hated her RG life but also managed to mature from that stage before Rindo. She must have vibed with Shiki’s love and passion in the Gatto Nero threads, initiating her connection with Shibuya and understanding herself more. With Shoka as Swallow, they were able to open up to each other and offer mental support… but was still not getting to the centre of their problems because for all this time, Shoka could not tell Rindo the most important things about herself.

How did Shoka feel when she met Rindo at the UG? She probably didn’t want to hope that he would live the day until she witnessed the Twisters’ potentials. From the very beginning, they were both incredibly conscious of each other and also constantly frustrated that the person they happened to “notice” was such a condescending bitch/a clueless loser. The Shinjuku Reapers are overall quite drunk in power and uncompassionate to Players, Shoka included. She is also a master of dissociation, which results in her constant boredom, tone swings, haughtiness and subconsciously distancing herself from the friend – the boy she cares about – from false hope, as she judged from facts that it was a hopeless situation where nothing could ever be. Maybe she is naturally a bit of a chameleon just like her name suggests (Shoka 紫陽花 = hydrangea, the color-changing flower), so putting on an act and always dissociating herself from what’s important was easy, while hiding her contradiction was impossible. It was the ex-Reaper Beat who broke it out to her, that she should decide whether she really cared and wanted to do something for a change. He knew how it felt like to cross that line, and knew she wanted to too.

Shoka is endeared by many of the Shinjuku Reapers and has shown independent acts of kindness (the Shinjuku ghost), proving that her kind and truthful side is as real as her harsh and dishonest side – which makes her a nice mirror to the previous heroine Shiki, who also embraced a dichotomy of self-complex and self-love within her character. In the end, she was the first of the new cast to ultimately accept all that is important to her and independently made the decision to help save Shibuya despite all costs.

She was jealous at Rindo’s interaction with Tsugumi and Kanon but remained silent cuz she wasn’t at a place to have any say about it. She also didn’t reveal about Swallow because that would only add an awkward irrelevance to their current situation, as she was too ready to face erasure at the end of the Game. She only wished to “play a game” with him, be it FanGo or the Reapers’ Game. The tension that the team could only feel at the end, she’s felt it the entire time. The song “DIVIDE” is applicable to not just one bond in the game, but it always makes me think of theirs. There is always a “divide” between her and Rindo throughout the course of their journey, as the living and the dead, as a Player and Reaper, as someone who has a place to return to and someone who doesn’t, someone who knows little but wields too much power and someone who knows a lot despite not being able to do much.

“If only I had the chance to connect with you on the other side

But time goes on, and without us realizing it

The battle is getting heated

Time goes on, and without us realiazing it

Divided again”

To be honest, maybe I didn’t grow any affection for the new main cast from Rindo’s perspective but from Shoka’s. Since I started to sympathize with Shoka, I started to see the boy in a more “real” way. The real Rindo, behind his peaceful façade with others, would lash out on Shoka for her unfairly harsh attitude while none of the others cared. He could also subtly feel that mantle of unspoken secrets from her, her own contradictions, the unresolved chemistry between themselves – and not knowing what to do with it rather than to feel angry with all the unfairness he could not process. (As a Libra too, he’s triggered the most by unfairness!)

It is actually a positive development as he’s at least “reacting” to something strongly now rather than to keep evading his problems. During my replay, I clearly saw the difficult situation Shoka was in, her remaining harshness after the Motoi incident was due to her internal struggle with a mission to save her own life, versus a chance to really be with the team. Her decision was to do both at the risk of losing favour from both sides. Rindo started to accept her layer by layer, as the person who resonated the most to her contradicting nature from the start and knew that via learning her resolve, he has learnt his too.

Later into the game, she even got too much of his attention. Maybe even without knowing she’s Swallow, he’s familiar with her thinking direction and Swallow had always been closer to him than any other friend. It was only after she had to betray her important ones twice that she could start being truly honest. The scene when she died a 2nd time left a strong impression in me, the little reveal let Rindo know that he is also losing Swallow as he’s losing Shoka – and that only death could drive the last secret out of her. Her final “Later, loser” echoed through Rindo as it was the final truth, with only him remaining to hear it: they had actually, already lost everything.

Rindo was the boy who never dared to face all that matters to him until he lost it all, fighting an unfair battle in the faith that they would somehow still win. Shoka was the girl who always knew what was dear to her, but never dared to think she could be together with them ever after and still threw her all into a battle she knew was losing. I think they stir each other on naturally to fill out their gaps, similar to what the Shibuya game partner systerm would have aimed for. The end reward was a little divine intervention to help close up the divide between them once and for all.

During the game there was not enough space to process anything personal so at the ending when they officially became “friends”, it was an important affirmation of their bond. Some people complained it was friendzoning but it’s not, they just have arrived at the perfect place to start something more. “From now on, we will truly be together” – I read it as that kind of message.

The heroine from a lost battle, with her story taken away

After reading the secret reports and playing the game to be surprised of how small a role Tsugumi had in the main game despite being the “Hype-chan” thought to be a major character of the next TWEWY installment, many fans would feel sad at a missed opportunity to see the Shinjuku arc in full depiction.

It was shown clearly that, a Shinjuku arc was very carefully planned out and is a vital part of the whole story, yet it could not be made due to various circumstances behind the development scene. I would assume, that the team were not able to make a TWEWY game that ended on a despairing note, but it already happened in their mind, thus becoming a mental burden that forced them to break away from it and started the game anew with NEO. A significant part of NEO became the healing arc for the Shinjuku characters, especially for Tsugumi though I really wished more emphasis should have been placed on her rather than Shiba. We didn’t even get to see her brother – Shinjuku’s Conductor who had a vital role and instead was given the clueless Shiba, who had absolutely no idea what’s going on all the way until the last day in NEO. It’s as if Tsugumi has had her story stolen away from her, because her own battle ended with a saddening loss.

I think every time the game creators look at Tsugumi, they would feel that sadness too. Maybe to them, she is a bigger character than what is seen by the fans, as despite their failed effort to depict her story, she’s lived in their mind for all these years through periods of destruction, healing and rebuild. Though it is a pity we could not get to experience the full scope of the Shinjuku story, the creators was clear about the place they wished for it to arrive at.

Individuality, connection and the social network

The team system adapted from Shinjuku rulebook does not allow much room for personal development, as the team dynamic is closer to a work relationship forced to bear results, than a spiritual bond to max out all corners of understanding as found in the partnership system. The old Shibuya system allowed only 1 winner and 1 week limit per game, while the new rule declares for a 1 winning team and only the team at last place will be erased – the other teams will enter another loop. Furthermore, whichever team to challenge the unwinnable Ruinbringers will face the risk of ending up dead last followed by erasure. As a result, the longest-standing teams are most likely not the strongest ever recorded, but the ones who have figured out a strategy to simply survive until something changes, enjoying their newly found social constructs while they are at it. Basically, it is a system to hypnotise players into the illusion that they are still “living”.

Therefore, we as players would not get to the core of each Player individually as fast and directly as we did in the last game. The Twisters were able to stand out not because they’re powerful, they only started to have a real chance after growing enough to each form a meaningful and personal connection to another teammate. It did not come as a team, nor did it intiate from the existing friendship between Rindo and Fret. In fact, I did not find much solidity or anything truly note-worthy about the main team and new characters within themselves until they started clashing with other team members, Reapers and new recruits from week 2 onwards. Rindo found his personal development with Shoka (via a clash with Motoi and pretty much a mini dating sim between them), then via the confrontation of his role with Neku; Fret found his with Kanon then Nagi, the team learned about the real Neku via Beat, Neku entered the UG via Coco’s wish to save Tsugumi… it was not the team but their personal links that empowered them to fight and solve each of their problems.

The other team leaders may have failed because they did not form such personal links, after 30+ hopeless loops Fuya’s team all fell apart to pursue their own interest even at the cost of erasure, Motoi quit his KOL façade to work like a dog for the Reapers (probably to save just his own ass not his team), while Kanon dropped her tricks to find changes via honest cooperation in acceptance of a fair loss. The despairing note in that is huge without making much of a scene because their failure didn’t happen at their best effort to “win”, but in their last attempt to find a way “out”. Even Shiba got his way “out” in the end thanked to his personal friendship with Hishima and Tsugumi.

Something has shifted in the mindset of the game creators in the last 14 years, as both games are about “connection vs individuality” but the last game focuses more on connection between just individuals and this one on the overall network that is formed out of those individual connections.

The introduction of Beat into the main cast was truly the bridge between old and new, they helped each other out in several turns before officially recruiting him. Beat is a character whom a lot of fans including myself have felt somewhat concerned about after Neku disappeared from the RG, so when the new kids welcomed Beat with warm and organic interaction and Beat seemed happy, I started to feel like I wanted to help them out too! I think the overall team chemistry is enjoyable enough for new players, but I could warm up to the new kids more from the pov of a returning character – whom I’m glad to be Beat, as the older brother figure who is genuinely kind, fun, serious and upbeat at the same time; who is needed and needs the kids in return.

The social network is a fun and refreshing feature. You can read all of the crazy tidbits about Shibuya and the links each character have formed with the town people, it’s also fun to visualize how the characters act off screen. Characters’ profiles provide extra insight into their background too, like how it reveals Tsugumi has been friend with Coco during her time in the RG. During the game when not all characters have showed up, you can sometimes guess which empty spot will belong to whom. For example there is a 1 character linking to Neky that is not linked to anyone else, so I could guess that was Joshua, and that another character linking only to Joshua was probably Hazuki, hinting that the 2 Composers are related before either of them even showed up.

Hazuki only showed up for 5 minutes, but his presence is so vital and true to the game that I think he is the most memorable out of the new cast. The two Composers have such an intriguing bond, with their yin/yang or phoenix/dragon themes, opposite color design, the sempai/kouhai tone and the way they keep some sort of distance/work relationship as if it’s mandatory between Higher beings, yet at the same time they can talk so casually because they are truly equal – and different from one another. I have written a separate meta on them here.

Some people pointed out, that all Shinjuku characters’ names and themes are based off Hanafuda cards and the Phoenix in Hanafuda belongs to the Paulownia suit – which is Joshua’s name flower. This is so interesting because it feels like the creators somehow saw it as a sign to interweave the Shibuya and Shinjuku storylines together. Though it doesn’t come out much on the surface, it’s fascinating nonetheless considering both Josh and Haz had at some point interfered with the other town’s affairs.

“Shibuya tour with Haz” was such a special scene, as it happened between 2 characters who do not/no longer have a reason to care about Shibuya, on the subject of what is worth saving about Shibuya. Hazuki carried out the purification of Shinjuku and stepped in to restore Shibuya just as part of his job and unlike Hanekoma or Joshua who both possess profound understanding of humanity, he really didn’t know humans at all. Rindo’s irrational wish invoked in him a sense of curiosity, to try gambling on something irrationally and learning a bit of what his senior have experienced. With all the pieces put together, it provides an overview on Higher beings as a whole, and that Joshua and Hanekoma are really the odd ones out with Hazuki being somewhere in between them and the rest.

The old friends

It’s easy to have returning characters overshadow the new cast as they have already matured out of their personal story arc and stayed in our hearts for all this time. In the end, I have managed to enjoy both the old and new cast separately and altogether, and they will both find their own place in our memory of this game for the long term.

Sho is truly as crazy as ever, the game wouldn’t be the same if Sho is any less of what he is. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like Neky or Beat is younger than Nagi at all, with moments when it seems like Neky has aged 14 years instead of 3 years. His friendship with Coco surprised me pleasantly, and their interaction together with Beat was fun to watch. Rhyme’s found a new dream and her friendship with Kaie is precious too, especially considering that she can still talk to him online after the game ended. Josh and Neku’s interaction suggested that they have resolved the past and are on equal terms now, they even parted ways in good spirit and I don’t feel any worry about them like I did before.

Neku and Shiki’s reunion scene was beautiful, theirs is such a special bond that it has grown and supported them even without being able to see each other. I am so happy to see them all again and that they stay true to who they are, albeit looking more grown up, cooler and happier than ever before.

Overall, NEO can’t become a classic on par with the OG, but is definitely a good sequel and a good game in its own rights. I’m happy with whether or not there will be a 3rd game to complete the 3 monkeys theme, but if there will be – I hope the creators can really find the time to learn from the last 2 games and start over with a fresh mindset and strong core.

#neotwewy #neotwewyspoilers #ntwewy #ntwewy spoilers #neo the world ends with you #twewy #review #meta #neo twewy #shoka sakurane #rindo kanade #tsugumi matsunae

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To sell your love for peace (01)

Javier Peña x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Summary: You weren’t his type but he was willing to make an exception. Words: 2500

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Rated: Hella Explicit.

Warnings: language. fingering. PiV. prostitution. Javier is a normal amount of asshole.

You were pretty. That was the first thing Javier noticed after you threw open your apartment door. Not the brittle beauty of the girls that he usually preferred, but a basic almost wholesome kind of pretty that he knew a lot of men paid good money for. Javier stepped inside, carefully scanning the street behind him and then guiding you back into your apartment with one hand on the base of your spine. He closed the door behind him, being sure to lock it.

You introduced yourself and he nodded. "Javi," he offered, holding a hand out and taking note of the calluses on your fingertips when you took it. He scanned the small living room, taking in the quilt hung on the wall and the small painting of flowers near the kitchen.

"Can I get you a drink?" You asked, hands nervously running down your thighs. He nodded and you disappeared into the kitchen, the skirt of your dress skimming across your thighs. He took in your assets almost dispassionately. You had a cute, girl-next-door vibe. Someone a man could pretend to be in love with for the night.

You probably had more work than you knew what to do with.

The whiskey bottle you held up was exactly what he was hoping for and he nodded at your questioning look. You met him in the living room with two glasses, walking around the threadbare couch and settling onto one end. He sank into the other, shrugging his jacket off.

"Vanessa says you know each other-"

"From work," you finished for him, glancing at him from the corner of your eye before looking away. He was used to this. A lot of men were harsh with the girls, and as a result there could be a hesitancy in women in your profession around unknown strangers. It was important that he made himself as non-threatening as possible.

"From work," he echoed, taking a drink from his glass but not probing on that subject further. "How long have you lived here?"

Glancing around the apartment you shrugged, "A few months? I moved her from Medellín last fall."

Javier made a note of that, sipping his whiskey. "The place is nice, I like the quilt."

You smiled, finally, seeming to relax a bit. "My grandmother made it."

He smiled back, "I have a blanket my great-grandmother crocheted. Ugliest thing you’ll ever see. Old bat was colorblind." You gasped and choked on the whiskey and his grin grew wider. "You okay?"

"Yes," you croaked, holding a hand to your throat. "Just, went down the wrong way." Your eyes met his from under long eyelashes. "My grandmother would murder me if she heard me talking about her like that."

"Mine’s already passed," he shrugged. "I’m not worried."

"I’m sorry." You reached out and touched his knee and then jerked your hand back. He clocked that as well.

The whiskey was good, not expensive by any stretch but not cheap shit either. He watched as you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, glass in one hand. Finally you said, "Vanessa says you’re… that you can pay. For… information."

This was what he had been waiting for. He leaned forward, dropping his glass to the table and turning his body towards yours. "That depends on the information."

You swallowed and nodded to yourself. "I know some… I heard something. About…"

He knew this dance as well. Knew why you were hesitating. "If you help me I promise to do everything I can to keep you safe."

You nodded again, still not looking at him. "If I knew something about Escobar. And his plans. That would be worth something?"

"If it turns out to be true," Javier raised an eyebrow. "If it helps us, then yeah. It’s worth something."

You nodded, silently staring into your glass.

"Do you know something?" he asked, watching your face. You stared into the distance before the words tumbled out.

"There’s a hit. On Friday. The Minister of Finance."

Javier blinked. He knew that. Six weeks of surveillance by the CIA hoping to find a connection for their own purpose had dropped the nugget of information to the DEA. It had taken a lot of wrangling and horse-trading to get the info, and even now he could admit it was more dumb luck than skill that had gotten them the notice.

Dumb luck, skill, and now you dropping it in his lap.

"How do you know that?" He asked and his eyes narrowed when you shook your head at him.

"I can’t- please don’t ask me that."

Also not uncommon. If the relationship continued he’d get it out of you eventually. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pack of smokes, giving you a questioning look and offering one to you. He lit it after you gave permission, letting it dangle from his fingers as he watched you.

"How do I know this is good intel?"

You sighed, setting your glass down on the coffee table. "The man, the one who is going to do the hit, his name is Jackal."

Javier sat bolt upright, dropping his cigarette across his empty glass. That was a name he’d only heard a few times. A sicario that had thus far evaded any attempt to get a photo. "How the fuck do you know that name?"

Again you shook your head. "I asked you not to ask me that."

He bit off his retort. If you had a lead on Jackal, even if it was only hearing about him in passing, then he needed you to keep offering him intel. Needed you to trust him and tell him how you knew this. He pulled his wallet out with a grunt, opening it and thumbing through the contents. Javier looked at you through the cigarette smoke as he dropped a twenty onto the table.

"Until I can confirm," he paused and looked you over. You weren’t really his type. He liked his girls primped and preened, long nails and perfect makeup. But then again, there was something about the smooth skin that your dress showed, the curve of your thigh, the way he could see your nipples pebbled against the fabric. You weren’t his type but he was willing to make an exception. Slowly raising an eyebrow, he held your eye as he counted out another sixty bucks. "Yes?"

You nodded, licking your lips, the action making his cock stir. He added another twenty onto the pile, making it an even hundred, before folding the remaining cash and shoving it back into his jacket. "Drink up," he motioned at your glass, picking his cigarette up and taking a puff.

"You’re beautiful," he said conversationally and you choked again. His brow furrowed. It was just something to move the night along. To get out of the idea of you being an 'informant' and back into your day - well night - job. The girls usually liked it when he complimented them, winking at him and offering to show him all of their beautiful parts. But you seemed flustered and your chest heaved.

It was an amazing act.

"Can I kiss you?" A standard question. Every girl had a different standard for what they were willing to do - the intimacy they were comfortable with. Judging from your look and demeanor - your schtick was 'hometown sweetheart'. Javier was pretty sure the answer would be yes.

Sure enough you nodded and he carefully set his cigarette to the side, shuffling across the couch and cupping his hand behind your neck. Pulling you closer to him and gently pressing his mouth to yours. Your lips parted on a gasp and he took advantage of it, thrusting his tongue deep and licking inside of you.

You smelled sweet. Tasted it too. He was used to women who tasted like cigarettes, maybe alcohol - just like he was sure he did. But you tasted like sugar and he delved his tongue deeper into your mouth to chase it. He wondered, idly, if you would taste as sweet all over. If maybe tonight would be the night to break his general distaste on going down on a hooker. He always thought, in the back of his mind, that he would end up with a mouthful of someone else’s cum if he did.

He didn’t begrudge you your profession, but there were some aspects of it that frankly didn’t interest him.

You moaned softly and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, guiding you backwards until you spilled down onto the couch. He slipped his hand under your shirt to palm at your breast, your back arching up to him with a small gasp. Oh, he liked that. The air of inexperience rather than the usual carefully orchestrated arches and moans. He thrust his tongue into your mouth, finding your nipple with sure movements and rolling it between his fingers.

You cried out, your hands tugging at the strands of his hair and your thighs parting so he could settle more firmly between them. His lips ghosted down your neck, digging his teeth into the soft flesh and you trembled. You fucking trembled and Javier made a mental note that he had gotten a deal with the hundred he had dropped for you.

His hands pulled at your clothes and you dropped your own to help, pushing the top of your dress down. Reaching behind his neck he pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons, and then leaned down and pressed his chest to your bare skin.

"Fuck you feel good," he groaned into your mouth, tongue darting out to taste you once again. Your fingers skimmed down his spine, slipping beneath the band of his jeans and then rising back up. He wanted your hands on him and he reached behind himself to catch one of your wrists, dragging it between your bodies and pushing it beneath the denim. Your touch was soft at first, hesitant, but a thrust of his hips pinned your fingers between his cock and your stomach and he could rock himself into your palm.

It took very little adjustment to press his mouth to your breast, to pull your nipple into his mouth and tug. Your hand clenched around his cock and you let out a soft whine that sounded almost like his name. He grinned, moving to your other breast, rubbing his cheek to your soft flesh.

"You smell like cookies," he groaned, licking underneath your breast and then up to your neck. "Fuck, how do you smell like fucking cookies?"

"It’s vanilla," you gasped and he pressed his nose to your neck, inhaling the soft scent. It reminded him of home, of lazy weekend mornings and a domesticity he had left behind in Laredo. Powdered sugar on almond dough and canned preserves pulled out for Sunday breakfast.

Fuck he definitely hadn’t paid you enough.

He shifted his weight on the couch, reaching down to stroke up your thigh. He felt you shiver and then his fingers met soft cotton. Soft, damp, cotton.

"Oh sweetheart," he pressed his lips to your cheek, pushing the fabric aside and running his hand through your slick heat. "You’re so wet. For me?"

You didn’t answer but your thighs parted further and his thumb slipped over your clit. He heard you gasp, pulled back to see you bite your lip and arch your neck.

"Can you come for me pretty thing? Come on my fingers before I fuck you?"

The hand that was in his pants shifted, fingers wrapping around his cock more fully and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder and matched your movements, slipping two fingers inside of you. Felt you squeeze around him even as your hand tightened and slid across his cock. If he wasn’t careful he was going to come in his jeans like a fucking teenager.

He sat back on his heels, using his free hand to pull your hand out of his pants. With a careless twist of his wrist he flipped your skirt back and tugged your panties to the side. "Oh that’s a pretty little pussy," he growled, "you think you can take three?" He didn’t wait for a reply, pulling your hips up so they rested on his thighs and then slipping three fingers deep inside you. You reached over your head with both arms, twisting your hands into the pillow under your head. The action lifted your breasts up higher and Javier wished he had a third hand so he could pinch your nipples while he played with you.

Three fingers in your cunt, two fingers of his other hand rubbing across your clit. He could fucking hear how wet you were for him, felt your muscles clench around him, your knees rising further to his sides. "Yeah, fuck baby that’s it."

He wouldn’t say you screamed when you came. The sound was lower than that, more of a helpless cry than anything else. Your mouth opened in a perfect 'O' - a shape made to take his cock. Maybe next time. Right now, he wanted to be inside of you.

His jacket was on the floor and he retrieved a condom while you were still recovering, slipping it on and giving himself a couple of short tugs. Leaning forward and propping one hand on the pillow next to your head, he pushed your panties to the side. Lining himself up and slowly sliding inside of you.

You had been tight on his fingers, on his cock you fit like a fucking glove. He pressed all the way, watching your face as you took every inch of him. The way your forehead crinkled and you bit your lip. Then your eyelashes fluttered open and you met his eyes.

Fuck, you smiled at him.

He fell across you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and taking you hard and fast. He could feel your nails raking down his back, your legs lifting to wrap around his hips. He wanted to make you come again, wanted to feel you shudder and moan beneath him.

But your hands came up to cup his face and you moaned "Javi" directly into his mouth and he fucking came. Body hunching over yours as he cursed and grunted, fucking hard into you and then dropping his forehead to yours.

"Fuck I’m sorry," he mumbled, kissing you softly.

"For what?"

He groaned and pulled out of you, leaning back to the other side of the couch and stroking his hand along your calf. "I’m not usually such a fucking two-pump chump."

You pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, tucking it under your arms and covering your legs before sitting up and placing your hand over his. "Maybe… maybe we try again?"

Javier leaned his head back and shut his eyes. How the fuck did that make him feel worse? "No, I have to go. There’s something I gotta… anyway. I can’t stay."

"Oh."

He turned and looked at you, reaching out and chucking you lightly under the chin. "Maybe next time?"

Your smile was bright enough to light up the fucking city. For just a moment Javier felt like he was the only man in Bogatá.

God damn you were good at this.

Pt 2

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