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Falls on my knees,,, Peach can I please request nsft Junker Queen with a smol fem s/o who comes from a rich family and is kinda sheltered? Like, sneaks out to go see her Junker wife, maybe a bit of a corruption kink if that's okay? Ty ty in advance! And if the request isn't to your liking, that's totally alright too! <3

Now, I don't normally do gendered readers. BUT I couldn't get the idea of Junker Queen calling reader her Lil Princess soooooo I'll make a self indulgent exception this time. Also accidentally got carried away and wrote more than intended lmaooo

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Fandom: Overwatch

Relationship: Junker Queen x Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader explicitly uses she/her pronouns + has a vulva + is called a good girl/princess/wife/etc, I'd say fem reader but as a femme nb Id be okay with those terms sooo, There's a public scene so like- pda but make it horny?, Possessive Junker Queen

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Would it really surprise anyone nowadays?

You always had a luxurious life- yet, very strict. You were raised under the intention of taking over your father's company, being the only child in line for it. You were to be someone else's legacy. Your feelings and opinions never mattered- not even your hobbies.

Your father ran a tight ship, one that limited you greatly even into your adult life. He worked closely with Vishkar, working on a program that would better life for humans and use omnics as either scrap metal or servants.

You never liked it, always having immense empathy for those around you. Omnics or otherwise. It left a poor taste in your mouth at the thought of having to take over such a company.

But. It did mean you had to learn the tricks of the trade. Meaning trading with other people, companies, and sometimes even faux kingdoms.

And that's where you met her.

~Rest under the cut~

Odessa was not a woman of unreasoning, but she definitely wasn't one you bullshitted with either. She could sniff out a lie like a bloodhound; No exception to your father either when he tried to underhand her.

She laughed in his face when he proposed helping with the feral omnics around and using them as scrap metal. Offering to clean out her Wasteland just for parts. But she knew better and had leaned down from her imposing throne, using her axe to tip his chin up as she crooned; "And what's in it for me, old man?"

Whilst looking directly at you.

He tried offering money for the scraps, but in the end they had reached an agreement of some kind. You would come to her faux kingdom and help her with financials and factions that she couldn't seem to get right. And of course, he'd still pay handsomely for the scrap he took. But, if he overstepped his bounds or went against his word, he could kiss his scraps goodbye.

And judging by how she had looked at your during this dealing, you expected you'd be scooped up as well as 'aid for the salt in her wounds'.

It's how you two get close. Odessa- or Dez, as you find she liked to be called instead- keeps to her word and uses your knowledge for her own gain. And in turn, you get to see parts of the world you know you'd never be allowed to.

She takes to calling you Princess, and at first you scoff at it. But soon it turned into a fond pet name, something that made you feel pretty and cherished.

Your interests start to show again, an old love of engineering and tinkering coming into play on one of the weeks she has you. She finds you late at night in her very own workshop, using pieces of scrap found around to make a makeshift sculpture of her Champion. A little ball that when a button was pressed, popping open into the sculpture to form the little hamster inside.

After that, she'd come and watch you instead.

Her keen eyes on you as she straddled a chair backwards, resting her chin over the top of it as her honey eyes burned holes into you.

Then more watching as you got to stay for longer periods of time. Dez was interested in your routines, how you lotioned your skin, patting lipgloss on your lips and doing your hair. Softer things she was unfamiliar with, just like the rougher things you too didn't understand.

Tension built between the two of you. You couldn't look her in the eye without feeling flustered. And it seemed like she caught on quickly, trying to do everything to impress you.

She was like a puppy some days.

Some times you caught her making a struggle sound when lifting something heavy, only to act like it was no big deal when you walked in the room. Or how some days she'd try to cook something more elaborate with spices like you did, but it would be too much and inedible.

It's the thought that counted.

It wasn't until she shows up in your room in her wing with flowers does it occur to you this silly queen had been trying to court you.

From there, you…try not to go home too often.

Your father doesn't like that you're enjoying time away. It all becomes too much one day when he tries to tell her he's breaking off the arrangement to the Queen. To which Dez laughs in his face and reminds him that she's not against taking his only child.

Not that you would be against it either.

When your relationship starts, she's all chivalry. She's loud, huge, and isn't scared to get into fights with people who even look at you sideways.

She holds your hand in public, grabs your ass, presses a hand on your lower back- you name it. She says it's to 'Give that lot something to really look at' and 'Let em know what's the Queen's property'.

It makes you feel…wanted.

But Dez also grabs your hand to guide you gently down the steps, or helps you tie your dresses up in the back. She'll sit with you while you take a bath, watching you with all your fancy bubbles and soft lotions with curiosity.

And then hunger when you offer for her to join you.

In turn, you learn to get a little dirty. The basics of self defense and standing up for yourself. Learning how to say No with certainty and getting into hobbies you'd long since forgotten.

It's one day after one of your baths does she make her move. She's upset about something, frustrated, looking to blow off steam. She tells you you smell so good, that you're so soft.

That she wants to tear you apart.

You go that night sore and bruised with bite marks lining every inch of you. With a snoring girlfriend lain across you and holding you like a stuffie.

Princess becomes more than a pet name after that.

One final night, you have a fight with your father and sneak out that night. Your private dropship already knows where to take you, the built in AI taking you there.

It's dark out, but Dez is already waiting for you. As if she got wind of it before you even showed up. You don't question it or try to make sense of it, just taking her hand silently as she escorts you off your ship.

"Rough night?" Are her first words that break the silence as she leads you inside her bedroom. You laugh dryly, wiping at the mascara trails under your eyes silently as she hands you a tissue.

"S'alright, love. You can stay here as long as ya need, yeah? Been in my fair share of spats with my old man too back in the day." Dez comforts you, opening her large arms as you come towards her to rest your head on her.

Your head reaches below her chest. Her hands are warm and rough as they rub across your back, focusing on the exposed part of your upper back where your dress dips down. Her short nails soothingly rub across your skin as you breathe in her scent slowly.

"Got any positions available in your kingdom, Your Highness?" You murmur as a jab to be humorous, but it comes out quietly.

In turn, Dez spares you a little chuckle. She pulls away briefly, grabbing your chin to tip it up to her with a cocksure smirk playing on her lips. "Could use someone to help me keep documentation on things." Her thumb then rubs across your bottom lip, watching as you close your eyes and peck a kiss to it. "Could also use a lil' wife to keep me in line too."

"Wife, huh?" You tease back at her, reaching up to grab her hand and press a kiss to her palm. But when she doesn't laugh at first, you glance back up to her face to see she's looking at you expectantly.

It clicks.

"Dez you're not seriously proposing like that, are you?" Your tone is full of mirth, flattered even. Your smile breaks her as she starts to smile in turn, leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your nose.

"Nah, nah. Just a thought, Princess. Would wanna find ya a big ole ring. Somethin' that screams 'Queen', ya know? Maybe we'll even getcha a lil tiara, aye?" All the while she speaks, gesturing to your head and forming a circle with her fingers like she's measuring you.

"Are you going to bring fireworks for the occasion?"

"Of course, doll! Would do it in public too. Maybe after pulverizing some bloke in the Reckoning." Dez hums thoughtfully, cupping her cheek and letting her eyes flick over your now smiling face. "Though, worry it'll make 'em think you're part of that prize. The title and the bride up for grabs."

"I'd poison them in their sleep and get you your title back."

A grin splits across her face, her big, booming laugh echoing in the room as she scoops you up into her arms to squeeze you tightly. "Now THAT'S my girl!"

You stay there afterwards. Carefully bundled in her bed with her night after night. Most nights she's not there, busy with handling things. And in turn, you learn to stay up late with her. You write down all her words, keeping documentation on factions and any upsets that went around town.

It feels like a domestic lifestyle. She's even started teasingly calling you her bride and wife, much to your embarrassment.

Dez treats you gently, the utmost gentleman that she is- per her own words.

But one time, when you go to the bar with her, someone gets a bit too bold with you. Knocking shoulders with you, poking at you. You can see her from across the table slowly looking murderous. But the cherry on top is when the person beside you implies they could treat you better.

You're surprised they don't end up a bloody pulp. But you quickly learn why when Dez croons at them, "Oh, ya do, aye? And would you happen to know what little spots make her tick, hm?" In this venomous tone as she stalks around the table to come toward you.

You squeak as you're lifted off the chair by her, your body turned towards that person as her hands slide down your shoulders. Down to your waist where she grabs you tight and makes you gasp, a heavy flush covering your face.

You try to turn your head, but she grabs your chin, turning your head towards the person to make sure they're looking just as you are.

"See how her legs shake?" Dez continues, her free hand trailing up to your chest and making you tremble. "See how she melts at my touch?" Her hand on your chin slides down, and you automatically move to make room for it to wrap loosely around your throat.

Your lashes begin to flutter, your breath shaking.

"You wanna know what sounds she makes for me in the night? Screaming my name? Ya think you could do that? Mate, I can make her scream for me without ever bein' inside her." Her words are harsh and heavy, but you're so distracted by her hand trailing down to the bottom of your dress. Her hand slides underneath, over your thigh, bending you over with her height only.

"Doll," She directs to you, her tone so sweet and kind. You hardly have time to breathe. "Remind this poor, blubbering fool who you belong to?"

"M-my Queen."

"And who only gets the utmost pleasure in having you?"

"You, my Queen."

"Now. Be a good girl and tell this bloke to fuck off." Her tone is sweet to you, so kind. You're shaking at the feeling of her body heat behind you as she stands to allow you to stand.

Her hand catches your chin again, directing you to open your eyes and look at the poor son of a bitch avoiding eye contact with you as the whole bar stares.

"Fuck off."

You don't get to finish your time at the bar. From there, Dez tells everyone to get back to what they were doing and have a good night. Said with a big slap on the back to the person who had been flirting with you.

You barely make it to the bedroom before Dez is snarling and slamming you into the nearest surface- but of course with a hand behind your head to avoid impact.

You whimper as she captures your lips in hers, bending down to do so. Her hand grabs your hair, her other one quickly shuffling up your skirts to fit her large thigh between yours to cause a moan to gasp from you.

"My pretty girl," She snarls against your lips, kissing down your neck as she pulls your hair. Forcing you to expose your neck as you gasp out. Her thigh presses up harder into you, feeling how wet you are already and making her breathlessly chuckle. "Oh? My sweet Princess liked that, hm?"

You try to nod, but can't move a muscle when she sucks a bruise into your neck with a cry from your own lips. "D-Dez-"

"Yeah, keep sayin' my name, angel. Gonna make you scream it real soon." She promises, her voice sounding like a growl as she scoops you up to deposit you on the bed.

You hardly get one bounce in before she's grabbing your hips and tugging you to the end of the bed where she gets down on her knees in front of you. Your dress is shuffled up where you quickly hold the skirts in place to watch her helplessly.

She moans at the sight of you, her finger trailing over the wet spot on your panties and pressing with just enough pressure over your clit to make you squirm. "My poor baby. A queen should never let her bride be wanting, hm? How selfish of me."

Your panties are ripped off, tucked into her back pocket before Dez is quickly yanking you close to bury her face into you. Her tongue knows exactly what you like best, licking flat over your whole cunt before her lips seal over your clit.

You scream out, your hands finding her braids and grabbing onto them for support. Your legs quake as she presses forward, forcing your feet to press to her shoulders and effectively pressing you into a better, open position.

It works to her favor, as she quickly introduces a thick finger pressing inside of you just like you like.

You cry out when her tongue flicks across your clit, back and forth nice and slow before taking you back between her lips again to suckle. She presses in a second finger, curling them upwards just as she moans helplessly into you when you pull her hair.

You cum quickly like that, with her fingers pumping into you shallowly and her tongue flicking across your clit nice and slow as if savoring you.

"Dez- D-Dez, fuck, baby, please, f-fuck-" Your cries are all her name like a prayer, fucking your hips into her face as she growls into you again.

It's only then does she pull from you, not giving you anytime to think as she forces you onto all fours.

Two fingers slide into you again, her other hand coming below you to sandwich your clit between two fingers to massage it in time with her fingers fucking you.

You scream her name into the mattress as your fingers claw for support in the sheets. Your face buries into them, desperate to muffle your pathetic whines as your eyes roll back into your head.

You're over sensitive, but you can still make out her words behind you. Each one more claiming than the next.

"No one else gets to see you like this."

"What a pretty Princess for her Queen, hm? Not such a good little girl now, are you? Just look at how well you take me now."

Then finally, her hand leaves your clit, giving her enough space to lean over you as her fingers fuck into you still. Spoken as she nips your shoulder and murmurs behind your ear, "Beg. Beg to cum around my fingers, pretty girl. Let 'em hear ya all over the wasteland, yeah?"

Then Dez moves. Moving to lay on her back under you, keeping her fingers sunk into you and using her free hand to grab one of your hips bruisingly.

She yanks you down to her awaiting mouth, moaning into you just as you sob out and start to hump into her face and back into her fingers.

You know Dez doesn't need to wait for you to beg, pleas already slipping from your lips in a higher pitch with each swipe of her tongue. Each curl of her lips sloppily kissing over your clit in open mouthed, messy kisses with a brush of her tongue on each kiss.

You scream for her. Screaming her name loud enough to be heard outside the open window for sure as you cum on her tongue and fingers.

Your back arches, twisting your fingers in the sheet as your eyes roll back into your head. You don't even realize you're kicking your legs and squirming too much until both her hands take a hold of your hips.

Dez's strength in her very fingertips makes you shiver, sobs racking your frame as overstimulation winds into your bones. Tears bubble in your eyes, your body shaking as you whine her name quietly.

It's then that she slides out from under you, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand before readjusting you.

She pulls your trembling form into her arms, cradling you bridal style and fixing your dress into place. You cling to her tightly, burying your face into her neck as she rubs over your back crooning to you gently.

"You did a good job, love. Not hurt, are ya?" Her voice is gentle, using her cheek to nuzzle at the top of your head. You shake your head quietly, humming to let her know that your reply is no.

"Good. Cause I ain't done with ya yet." Dez chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head with a turn of her head. Your reply is a soft whine, feeling how one of her hands cheekily slides under your dress to squeeze at your thigh.

"What? Haven't even properly bruised ya up yet. After a slight like that, I'm itchin' to tear you apart." Her words are a promise, despite her soft tone. "'Sides, we know you can take more than just that."

"You're going to kill me." You groan back to her, lifting your head finally just in time to catch her gaze. Your cheeks flush at how dark her eyes are.

How hungrily she looks at you.

"Not gonna kill ya," She promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. "Just gonna make sure ya can't walk tomorrow."

And you know Dez. Her promises?

They're not ever broken.

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nixwriteschaos · 2 years ago

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No, no! Stay with me.... Please!!

Midnight x Female!Reader

Summary: Midnight’s…. Dead..

My Hero Academia chapter 278

My Hero Academia Season 6 Episode 126-127.

★☽A/N: I want to make people cry:)) Also sorry if it’s a bit short!

Also there was someone who reblogged this (Ty so much, love ya) and so I kinda wanna show them this!! Tag: @alphabetcrashcourse

Disclaimer: Quirk allows the reader to fly, practically an angel (But an angel who can’t save her loved ones)

Contents: Angst, death.

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Midnight gets beside Gigantomachia with the help of Shinrin Kamu’s quirk to release her mist across the beast’s body but not knowing of the danger that stands and hides in his back. The League of Villains.

‘The villains are on his back!’ She thought, but she didn’t think fast enough.

Mr. Compress threw his 3 marbles, each containing a piece of a broken building’s rumble and threw it at her, before releasing its contents on her. She quickly got hit by those building’s broken pieces harshly, hitting her to the ground with great impact.

Little did she know, her beloved was on her way to assist the ones in the forest and she saw her love fall from the attack. “No!!” Y/N yelled, she tried to grab her but she was too late, Midnight had fallen before she could’ve saved her.

There she lays, Midnight, on the ground, her limbs are broken and can’t move and on the verge of dying, her body shaking. She slowly moved her right arm to turn on the small communicator in her ear.

“Can you hear me, Creati?” She called out to the communicator, and her student, Creati, answered. “Ms. Midnight!” She answered with relief at the sound of one of her mentors. “Are you aware of the situation?” Midnight asked, which Creati confirmed, her friends standing by as they waited for the news. “No one can take him down with brute force.” She informed Yaoyorozu, she was shaking from the pain but she endured it. “Put him back to sleep with sedatives.” She ordered. “Ms, what are you talking about?” Yaoyorozu asked, “I’m counting on you to make the right call!” She encouraged, before ending the communication she had as she passed out. “Ms? Ms. Midnight!!” Yaoyorozu called out but to no response.

By the time she passed out, her beloved had already arrived beside her. “Kayama! Wake up, please! Wake up!!” Y/N called out, luckily, Midnight did wake up from her small pass out. “Hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay, I’ll bring you back, alright?” Y/N assured as she held Kayam’s fragile body to place her head on her lap. She caressed her hair as a way to calm Midnight down, “I’m sorry for not coming here sooner.” Y/N apologised, “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here at my last moments.” Midnight said, Y/N started to tear up, “D-Don’t be silly, this isn’t your last moments, your last moments is us being old together.” Y/N chuckled softly, making Midnight chuckle as well.

“I’m sorry darling but I don’t think I’ll stay long.” Midnight said sadly as she stared into Y/N’s beautiful E/C eyes that were filled with unspilled tears. “Please don’t say that, it’s not true!” Y/N denied her lover’s words as her tears started to fall from her eyes. “Hey hey, you’re gonna be fine without me.” Midnight assured but it only made Y/N cry more.

Midnight then started to feel light, she knew that it was her time to go. “I’m sorry but I have to go.” Midnight said with tears forming, “No, please! Stay awake, I’ll get you to the medical camp!!” Y/N tried her best to stop Midnight from going to it was too late.

“I love you so much, darling, my beloved. I will always love you, I’ll always be watching you from above.” That was Midnight’s last words.

“No, no! Stay with me… Please!!” Y/N said with her tears pouring out and her hands shaking Midnight’s lifeless body, “Please…” Y/N begged softly.

This was the day, Midnight, Nemuri Kayama, died.

Y/N’s beloved, her darling queen.

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thoughtsandbones · 1 year ago

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An ex-citing surprise

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, self harm scars, scars, fluff, panic attack, anxiety, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Bleed it Out - Linkin Park, Shadow of the Day - Linkin Park

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Flashbacks are getting messed up when I am indenting them and I am getting lots of errors when publishing the work, please bare with some mistakes and spelling issues.

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11 and PART 12

Part 13

The birds had begun chirping, greeting the new day. The sun soon started to it's daily early ascent into glorious England in June.

Pollen is going to be high, hay fever season descends upon us all. You think to yourself, grabbing your phone and adding 'hay fever szn' to your adding list of things to be on the look out for whilst being the 141's doctor... and... team member?

Try not to push it, I gotta earn that spot You scold yourself, hitting your head against the pillow underneath; a soft beating.

You had been laying awake for about 20 minutes. Checking the time on your phone, 4:34am.

Might as well get started on the day

Rolling out of bed you then start with the first task, making the bed. A good soldier keeps things neat and tidy. The next task, shower. A cold shower to awaken your nerves.

Once you had showered, gotten ready, braided your long hair first into two french braids and then tying the two together with an hair band, you then had several swigs from your flask. hydrate hydrate hydrate

It was 5:39am, you leave your room and lock your door. You make your way down the stairs at a quick pace, you were nearly at the bottom, only to see the lieutenant descending down the last few steps.

Ghost turned around has heard the quickening steps approach from behind him. It was you, donning black fatigues, green top and black combat boots.

"Mornin' Doc" He said stepping aside to let you come down the final steps

"Morning Sir" You say "How are you?" He was donning his skull balaclava again today, his eyes covered with black paint.

"Good, slept well" He said, who started to walk out of the corridor of the building.

"The medicine worked, that's nice to hear" You respond "Any drowsiness currently?" You

Ghost looks down at you as you walk beside him. It knocked him out that he felt a little cautious

"Nothin' apart from the metallic taste" He replied

You nod "Squash will help"

Ghost nods back, he holds the door open for you and lets you walk ahead, his eyes linger over your back again, the tattoo of yours catching his eye again.

Get it together he snaps

"Trainin' this mornin', 10 minute sprint, basic strength assessment and maybe a bit of sniper trainin'" He says, hoping that'll perk you up a bit.

A smirk appears on your face. "Where do I sprint?" You ask

"On track, I'll time you" He brings out a stop watch that was wrapped around a small burgundy journal. Both of you head of the track, Ghost counts you down and you set off, Ghost keeps his eye on you, your form then glances to his stop watch. As you approach he watches your stern face focused on what is in front of you.

After ten minutes, he blows a whistle and you stop. He walks over to you and hands you your flask. You take a few sips, slowly catch your breathe.

Walking over to the gym, Ghost runs through the tests he wanted you to complete. The gym was partly empty, there were a few soldiers, mainly marines who were up and training, but most of them were commanders as they nodded and saluted Ghost. Ghost nodded back. You were struck with awe of the respect and reputation he garnered, along with Captain Price too.

First assessment was chin ups, how many can you do? Ghost had said to you.

You're gonna be so weak, taking in a deep inhale, you reach for the bar and using your core and arms you pull up, exhale, you felt your arms wobble. Eyes flickering over to Ghost who just held out his stopwatch and then glared at you hanging, feeling your face going red. You try again, and only managed 3 chin ups in total. Feeling so weak, you continue with the next set of commands given out by Ghost.

Ghost watched you struggle lifting the 5kg plate over your head, your legs shaking, knees locking every now and then and arms shaking.

In his notebook he scribbled lacking core strength amongst his other critiques. A small part of him felt he was being harsh, but he knew he had to treat you fairly, like everyone else. Especially since you were going to be coming along with missions so dangerous, he had to make sure you could handle yourself.

"Alrigh' that'll do" He says and watches you bring the weight plate down gently and placing it back where it came from. He sees you take a long swig of water, some of drips down your chin and splashes on your shirt on near your breast. Ghost scans your physique, you were fit, but clearly lackin' in strength.

His eyes go back to the dark patch made by the water droplet, just above your right breast... His eyes lingered too long, when he noticed your eyes narrowing at him, he flicked his eyes back to his notebook, feeling his cheeks become warm and blood rush to his ears. Focus

Is he actually staring at my boobs You think, glaring at him. But then you notice the wet patch on your shirt. That? Or the boobs?

"You were alrigh'" He said clearing his throat "Need work on strength trainin', what exercised you normally do?"

"Running, swimming and Taekwondo" You say. "But it's been a few months since I've done swimming and Taekwondo"

"Righ'" Ghost says, vaguely remembering you doing some sort of martial arts. His memories of you were so misplaced and broken.

"I'll work out a trainin' schedule for you" He adds "We got some martial arts classes, may want to join? After this mission we'll assess sparring" He continues

"Yes sir" You say taking in his assessment of you. Dammnit, you were weak, but there's always room to improve

"Sniper practise next" Ghost says and he walks in front of your to the practise shooting range. Ghost gets a sniper rifle and ammunition and hands it to you.

You head over to a spot and set yourself up. Out of all the guns you tried and used, sniper rifles were your favourite. After setting up, Ghost presses a remote with buttons on it, targets come up and you shoot them down. When reloading, you kept your eye in the scope as you reloaded your magazine.

Very well remembered Ghost thought

Soap had entered the shooting range, he saw Ghost who turned to look at him and nodded and turned back to someone who was shooting. Soap realised it was you. He walked to Ghost and stood by him as he also watched you.

"She's good" Soap says to Ghost

"Gettin' there" Ghost replies trying not to feed into Soap's eagerness

You've ran out of ammo, the targets were shot down. You get back up taking the sniper rile and empty magazines. Checking your watch, it was nearing 8am and you had to go to the infirmary soon, after another shower and changing. And breakfast of course.

"Morning Doc" Soap says

"Morning Soap" You say "You good?"

"Aye, all dandy here" He says smiling at you giving you that same grin when he caught you staring at his naked torso. You look away

Ghost felt stuck in between you and Soap. Soap was grinning like a fox at you and you were staring wide-eyed at the sniper rifle drumming you fingers against the barrel.

"I'm going to go clean this" You say lifting the rifle briefly and walking away.

Soap chuckles and looks at you as you walk away. Ghost figured out he was still teasing.

"What you doin' here Johnny?" Ghost grumbled

"Came to see how our new team member was doin'" Soap quirked, giving Ghost a grin.

Ghost scoffed at him. He looked over and saw you sat down on the benches, cleaning the rifle, like it was something you did everyday.

Soap came closer to him.

"You tell her yet Lt?" Soap whispered.

Ghost glared back down at Soap. Did Price rope him into this now?

"C'mon Lt, you can't leave it til it's too late" Soap said giving Ghost a pat on the arm.

"It's bit complicated Johnny" Ghost said, lowering his tone

"Maybe she needs some good news after Siberia eh?" Soap whispered quickly to Ghost

Looking at Johnny and taking in what he said, he became slightly agitated.

"Take my advice Lt" Soap said finally and patted him on the shoulder and went to the weapons locker to grab a gun for his own practise shooting.

Ghost walked over to you, focused on cleaning each part of the gun thoroughly, he watched your hands use the tools, cleaning each part of the rifle carefully.

"Good effort today Doc" He said finally, you look up and smile

"Just need to work on getting better sir" You say looking back down at the barrel in your hands, polishing it with your cloth.

"I'll email over a schedule before the mission tomorrow" He said

"Thank you sir" You focus remained on the gun.

Ghost felt his right hand twitch, his arm trying to move up to his head. He fought off the urge to try and reveal himself here...

The sudden click of you sliding the barrel back brought him back to reality. He was drawn to your gaze, you look back down at the reassembled sniper rifle.

"I'll be heading back if that's good sir?" You ask

"'Course Doc" He replied and watched you get back up, sliding the sniper rifle over your shoulder, it was a motion you did so casually, you've done it before. You've been here before.

"Come by between 10-12 for your blood pressure check lieutenant" You said, trying not to sound too commanding.

"Yes Doc" He says, he gets up and looks down at you stepping back as you walk to put the rifle away. He sees Soap grin at you again as you leave.

Ghost looks back down at his notebook in his hand and opens it up scanning the list of things he noticed you lacked and needed improvement on.

Soap comes over to him after shooting a few rounds.

"What's goin' on between those gears Lt?" Soap says sitting on the bench.

Ghost backed up a bit.

"Nothin' Johnny" he grunted to which Soap gave him a look that called his bluff and scoffed.

"Yer right" Soap responded "C'mon Lt, what's the worse that can happen?" he added extending his leg to attempting to tap Ghost, but he moved away and sat on the bench opposite Soap and looked around, no one was within earshot.

Soap watched has Ghost scanned with his painted blue eyes the area around him.

"What if she goes-" He trails off and then looks directly at Soap "-gets angry? he finishes

"I doubt it Lt" Soap begins, leaning closer to him "You have yer reasons Simon, she a nice lass, she'll understand" He added smiling towards him, Soap noticed Ghost narrow his eyes and scoffed slightly.

It was the first time in a long time that someone other than Price said his name. He hung his head down briefly and then looked up.

"One can hope eh Johnny?" Ghost responded "We got stuff to do before we leave tomorrow, need to see Doc about somethin' at 11, let's get movin' then" He added getting up, Soap follows him as they leave.

Mean while in the infirmary

It was 9:30am and you sat at your desk unsure of what next to do. Reports were done so far for the team, it's not like you could have a proper in-depth review with them the day before a crucial mission.

'Hey, mind if I draw some blood to further analyse if you have any health issues which seem super trivial to you?' You mutter to yourself in a high-pitched mocking tone. As you twirl yourself around in the chair.

The was a rapid knock on your door, you stopped the spinning motion with your left food and quickly got up and opened the door.

It was Price

"Mornin' Hari" He said smiling

"Morning Captain" You say, moving away from the doorway and letting him walk in, you close the door

"How was training with lieutenant Ghost?" Price said turning back to you, watching as you take your seat and Price sits on the other side of the desk.

"Good, well- don't think I did well in the fitness assessment bit" You sigh leaning back in your chair, but then straightened up a bit, not sure how casual you could be...

"Always room for improvement" Price said chuckling leaning forward.

You sense that Price had an ulterior motive, Siberia...

"Are you here to ask about Siberia sir?" You ask, getting straight to the point, tilting your head back

"Came to ask how would you feel about going back?" Price said, also cutting to the chase. "Laswell wants us to do a recovery mission" He adds

"Shouldn't we be more concerned with tomorrow's mission Cap?" You retort

Going back huh? You wonder

Price leans back, smiling slightly.

"Of course, but you up for it?" Price asks again

"Once you and lieutenant Ghost are happy with my training, then yes." You say bluntly. You weren't going back unless you were at a competent level of being able to look after yourself in that harsh environment again.

"That's the plan" Price chuffed, his objective completed with ease.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" You ask "Or is that classified?" you added smirking slightly

"4am" Price said looking out the window, blue skies over base, the distant fields feeling

"Come by my office this evening at 6, we're havin' a pre-mission gathering, tea and biscuits" Price chuffed looking back at you.

"Of course sir" You nod back at him smiling.

After a brief conversation of mission details and what your job was (standby during end of mission for injuries during when they are RTB) Price left the infirmary leaving you alone again. You checked the reports on your laptop again. You click onto Ghost's report.

Much of his personal information was redacted. But you knew his age was 34, which meant he was born in 1988. You hesitated putting this information into the report. Price had told you that Ghost's identity is a secret for a reason.

You went through the other reports for Gaz, Soap and Price. Adding in your notebook things you needed to do, blood tests was one thing.

Sitting back in your chair again, you spin around, enjoying the motion tilting your head back. You stop and then go back to your laptop, after placing an order through the RAMC pharmacy for more hay fever tablets, you lean back in the chair again.

Siberia. Siberia. Your mind wonders back the frozen place.

"Get the disk and get out Blue" echos in your head again, you shake your head and run your left hand through your hair. It was still braided, bringing your right hand up, unravelling both braids, you comb your hair roughly with your hands.

There was a knock at the door, you couldn't be bothered to get up so you simply shouted 'Come in' to the person on the other side. You looked up and saw Ghost opening the door, his entire stature taking up the doorway.

"Alrigh' Doc?" He lets out, breathing heavily, almost like he ran up here.

"I'm good, you okay?" You ask curiously looking at him as you observe his chest heaving.

"Yeah, just jogged here" He said leaning on the med bed whilst you remained seated.

"You can sit back on the bed if you need a breather sir" You suggest

Ghost looks up you, trying to catch his breathe. He doesn't move, continuing to lean slightly back on the bed behind him. It was the nerves and the damn talking Soap was doing whilst they checked their equipment that got him rattled, and you. He felt his chest get tighter, he breathed in but the air didn't help, he could feel his hands tremble against the cold railing. He turned around facing away from you.

You noticed the change in his body straight away, you got up and moved closer to him.

"Lieutenant what's wrong?" You ask, you grab your stethoscope, as you get closer Ghost moves further away, grabbing the railing of the bed for support, his legs tremble. You watch carefully has be bends over, his right hand moving, clutching his chest.

"Let me just che-" You move to him grabbing his shoulder with your left hand but his right hand quickly grabs it, pulling you away from him, his hold on your arm becomes tight, you feel like he was trying to crush the bones within. You didn't wince at the pain.

"Get away" He rasps head bent down trying to control his breathing, pins and needles running up his legs. He could feel the bone beneath as he gripped your flesh.

You narrow your eyes, you stay in the same place, planting your feet on ground, unsure if he was going to swing at you...

"Do you have pain in your left arm?" You ask, his grip on your arms loosens, you pull it back, the gripping sensation tingling lingers.

"No" Ghost let out. "Jus-t- pani-c att-ack" he stifles, struggling to get the actual words out, bending further over the med bed.

You move behind, a few paces back giving him room to move.

"Get up on the bed sir" You say

"Can't legs froz'n" He spat, just then he grabbed the curtain with his left hand and tried to pull it around him, but it only moved slightly. You wanted to laugh at the attempt, but taking it as a sign that he wanted a bit of privacy, you walk over and close the curtain surrounding the bed, Ghost watches, he tilts his head to the side, there's a small gap left and you turn, your back now facing him again.

"I'm going to walk you through what to do sir" You start, standing behind the curtain.

"Okay" He rasps again watching your back from the corner of his eyes.

"Breathe in through your nose for four and hold for four" You add, loudly breathing in from your own nose, hoping he'll follow.

Ghost yanks up his mask and follows, breathing in steadily through the nose, holding for four, and then back out slowly for four. He listens as you do the same.

"Close your eyes and focus on breathing in and out for four" You say calmly, demonstrating by loudly breathing in again.

Ghost closes his eyes, and breathes in for four. He could feel his heart slow down, the pain in his chest subdue. He looks back at you, still there with your back turned, but then you walk away.

No He thought Don't leave me like this

He hears you walk around the infirmary, then the bubbling of the water cooler, and your footsteps approach. He turns, mask half up still, he felt his heart stumble. Through the gap of the curtain comes your arm, your hand holding a cup of water. He felt a warm iciness shred through him.

"Here, take slow sips" You say.

Ghost reaches out and takes the cup, moving closer to the curtain, where you stood on the other side. He takes a small sip from the cup, letting the water pass down him, whilst moving his feet slightly.

You could hear him take small sips, struggling a bit between to take calm breathes. In these situations saying things like don't worry and think happy thoughts felt useless. What personally helped was taking back control of one thing that one thing that makes us

"Need more water?" You ask through the curtain

Through the gap, Ghost's arm appeared, his bare hand holding the empty cup. You take it from him and refilling it and then head back, you put your hand through the gap, this time peaking inside.

You see Ghost standing, leaning back against the med bed. With a quick glance to his face, his fingers were rubbing against bare nose, there was a bit of black paint on his pointed and sharp nose, glancing down at the stubble lining his jaw, you spot the mole on his jugular. His eyes dart to yours and quickly pulls his mask down walking towards your outstretched left arm.

Ghost takes the cup from your grasp with his left hand, with his right he gently takes ahold of your arm. You try to retract your arm, but Ghost lightly grips the same spot, you wince slightly this time.

"I need to check you lieutenant" You slyly say looking at him, he looks back and doesn't respond, just giving you daggers with his blue eyes.

Setting the cup on the empty spot of the tray he lifts the sleeve of your white coat. He sees his red handprint on the top of your forearm, his turns your arm over, on the other side he sees white horizontal scars faintly scattered on your arm, his also sees his fingers marked in red. It'll form into a bruise he thought

Guilt was riling up in him again. He looked up at you, remaining stoic.

"It just needs some ice, not even that" You pulling your hand back to you. Ghost watches as you pull away from him, no anger coming from you, you smile slightly at him.

"You feeling okay?" You ask, face now shifting to concern.

"Alrigh'" He grumbled. He couldn't get the words out to say his was sorry. He couldn't get the words out that said sorry for grabbing you. He was at a loss when he was with you.

You pull back the curtain and you watch as Ghost sits up on the bed, taking his black sweater off, revealing a think black t-shirt. You could see the outline of his shoulder muscles and the name tags underneath the thin black layer.

"Check you blood pressure then if it's okay to check your heart and breathing?" you say motioning with to your stethoscope around your neck.

"Yeah" Ghost says as you bring the blood pressure machine next to him. As you wrap the cuff around this left arm your cold hand brushes against his skin.

Taking the reading again, 132/80.

You frown and look up at him.

"Still high then?" He asks looking at you and then at the flashing numbers

"Given you had a panic attack, there would be a spike in blood pressure" You say "But it's lower than yesterday" You add smiling at him.

Ghost watches as you get up head to your desk, writing in on a post it and then sticking it in your journal.

"I'm sorry doc" Ghost said "Abou' your arm, didn' mean to hurt you" he added looking at you as you look up.

"Don't worry, it's not broken" You say smiling. You look at Ghost and he looks back down, his shoulders hunched over

Perhaps some tea will help? You wonder

"Would you fanc-" You start, Ghost looks up at you as you begin to ask him something, but there was loud knocking on the door both of you look at the door, you roll your eyes and get off the chair.

"Just a minute" You call out looking at the door and then back at Ghost.

"I should get goin'" He said, putting his sweater on and getting up from the med bed. He looks over at you, your mouth open, as if you wanted to say something, but the person behind the door was knocking again.

"Wait one sec" You say then scrunching your face towards the door, you open the door and there stood a tall blonde haired woman wearing the same blue scrubs and white coat. Looking at the face of the woman standing in front of you your jaw dropped.

"Hey girly girl!" The woman said, slight Texan accent, brightly smiling and shaking her blonde hair that reached the edge of her jaw.

Your ex.

"What the fuck" You exclaim loudly

Ghost was surprised by the harshness in which you swore. He took a step forward to see who was at the door. A woman with blonde hair wearing the same clothes as you. His eyes met hers. She looked at him and smiled.

"Sorry, I'll come back later Ru" She said smiling at you and then at Ghost

"Dr Marie, it's Dr Kaur" You snap

"Dr Marie?!" She snorts "Jeez I'm your ex not your oncologist" She laughs

Ghost took in the words your ex...

This is her... He thinks scanning her

"Not now Peyton, I'm working" You snap back shoving her away from the door with your hands. Peyton laughs and walks away as you close the door. You lean back against the door sighing, hitting your head against the door.

"That is.." Ghost starts looking at you, crossing his arms across his chest.

"The succubus that is my ex" You say meeting your eyes with his.

He tried to suppress a snort. But ended doing snort/scoff out of his nose. He walks closer to you.

"Guessin' you didn't know she works here?" He asks only a few steps away from you now

"Knew she worked with RAMC, but didn't know it was this base" You say bitterly scrunching your nose whilst looking at Ghost.

"Hmm" Ghost said, continuing to look down at you.

You move aside and open the door slightly, allowing the lieutenant to leave. But he doesn't move. You close the door again, savouring the moment between the two of you.

"Sure it ain't broken" he says motioning towards your arm. You look back him, bringing your left arm and give him a jazz hand.

"It'll just bruise" You say "Don't worry about it" You add smiling at him.

He looks down cautiously at you. He hurt you and you are trying to be brave about it.

"Ain't lyin' to me doc?" He asks, stepping closer to you, towering over you.

You straighten up, lifting your head up curtly and tilting it to the side.

"No, but you owe me cup of tea" You say smirking testing the ground, trying to be playful with him.

"Owe you a Yorkshire Tea" He says nodding at you, Ghost heads to the door and you open it for him, watching as you smile at him. Leaving the infirmary he watches as you close the door.

Down the corridor he sees the same blonde woman, leaning against the door of your quarters. She looks at him and gets up walking up to him.

"She free now?" She asks him pointing to the door of the infirmary

"Yeah" Ghost grunts, looking down at the woman in front, she had a grin like a cheshire cat on her face.

"Wonderful" She grins, her blue eyes boring into his, he watches as she opens the door and walks in

"Oh piss off-" You moan aloud from the inside and then the door closes, Ghost walks closer to the door trying to listen in. All he could hear was muffled bickering and then some laughing. He sighed and walked away.

He walked down to his room and let himself in. Looking down at his right hand, he gripped it tightly.

How fuckin' stupid was I to grab her he scolded to himself kicking the leg of his desk as he walked to the bathroom.

But what was more interesting was the return of your ex. Ghost takes off his mask and looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, then grabs his bar of soap.

Soap'll be happy to hear about this He thinks to himself as he washes off the black paint off his eyes. Simon then dried his face, and put a bit of moisturiser on and headed to his bed where he laid down.

Looks like I have a bit of competition Simon thought to himself and then sunk his head in the pillow.

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ghostly-march · 2 years ago

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600 flowers for hu tao

wahhh hello!! thank you so much for 600 boo taos ;A; you all have been supporting my writing for over a year now and i’m so glad that you continue to do so even when i take my writing breaks :’))) so, without further ado i present the 600 flowers for hu tao event!!

info:

for this, i invite any writer who sees this to come and join this writing event :) in this event, i won’t be taking requests but rather i will (hopefully) have other writers participate in writing some small blurbs that relate to a prompt chosen from the list below. i encourage any writer no matter how big or how small to join this writing event!! i’m not going to enforce any hard deadlines but it would be nice to have the fics done by the end of the year just to give all of the writers a good amount of time for writing.

you can feel free to write headcannons, blurbs/drabbles, or fics. there is no minimum nor maximum word count for your work :). i will limit each writer to 3 prompts that they can chose to write about and they can either combine prompts or write separate works for each of their chosen prompts. each prompt will have one writer so be sure to claim the ones that you want before they’re gone!! if you have any questions, just send me an ask :D

rules:

1. please make sure that your writing complies with my writing rules because i will be reblogging any written works that are for this event

2. i ask that there is at least one female genshin character if you decide to do headcannons that relate to the prompt. as for fics, they have to be with a female genshin character.

3. before writing anything, send me an ask with the prompts that you are claiming so that i can put them on the list

4. be sure to tag your work as “600 flowers for hu tao” and/or tag this account so that i can read and reblog your lovely work!!

(prompt list below the cut!!)

the prompt list (creds):

Acacia - a hidden relationship

Alstroemeria - going to an event that the other person in interested in just to see them happy (@beidouswif3y )

Ambrosia - a successful love confession (@covenantofthedeep)

Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only (@heademptynoideas )

Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment

Bell Flower - a consideration of everything you have done for them

Birds Of Paradise - giving a gift to the other person that they’ve always wanted

Black Dahlia - a lie

Chrysanthemums - a vow or promise

Clovenlip Toadflax - love unrequited (@genshinlover101 )

Cyclamen - the final resignation after a breakup

Daffodil - a wrong doing forgiven

Dandelion - finally hearing the other person laugh after a period of hardship

Daisies - a game of ‘they love me, they love me not’

Dianthus Barbatus - trying to make a loved one smile by any means necessary (@genshingorls )

Forget-Me-Not - a heartfelt goodbye

Freesia - telling a secret of which they’ve told no one else

Fungus - loneliness that causes the search for comfort in anyone

Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends (@genshinlover101 )

Heliotrope - the determination to do anything for their loved one (@heademptynoideas )

Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more (@ior1o)

Lily Of The Valley - a tear, followed by a sob

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person (@definitelynotahutaosimp )

Orchid - an innocent moment devolving into something that’s not

Petunia - resentment that runs deep

Plumeria - discovering a flower field together

Purple Hyacinth - a plea for forgiveness (@rainbowsixxreader)

Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out (@genshingorls )

Purple Lilac - love at first sight

Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back (@genshingorls )

Red Carnation - a moment of yearning

Red Roses - an anniversary

Single Rose - being still in love after the relationship ends (@genshinlover101 )

Spider Flower - a joke about getting eloped turning serious

Sunflower - drunken rambling about their adoration

Sweet Pea - a tender moment (@ravynous )

Tulip - an act of affection so blatant everyone notices

Violet - a daydream about the future

White Lilac - first time together (@stellumi )

Yellow Carnation - a rejected love confession (@definitelynotahutaosimp )

Yellow Rose - a happy thought that causes a smile

Zinnia - confessing how much they are missing you

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diorleclerc · 3 years ago

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𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲

author’s note - this was very rushed but i had to write something for pierre after seeing his photo dump today. please like, comment and reblog :)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

definitely cleans you up before holding you in his arms and whispering words of praise into your ear. telling you how good you were for him, how much he loves you. i can see him being super soft with you after.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

your mouth. he loves kissing you. he swears he would kiss you for hours if he could. and he just loves the way your lips feel against his skin and how good you look with them wrapped around his cock.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves cumming inside you and you love it too. but he probably also loves seeing you covered with his cum. i could see him cumming on you instead of inside you as a punishment or something though.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he probably has a breeding kink. but it’s not like he wants to get you pregnant or anything. he just loves seeing you filled up with his cum and watching as it drips out.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

have you seen this man? he’s definitely experienced and he knows what he’s doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy. but in front of a mirror. he wants you to see how good you look while he’s fucking you. definitely a lot of eye contact in the mirror too.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

sex with pierre is definitely always serious. he likes to stay focused on making you cum and making you feel good.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like he might be completely bare?? either that or he just keeps everything neat and trimmed.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

during the moment, it definitely depends on the day and both of your moods.

maybe after you have a bad day, he sets up a nice warm bath for you to relax. lots of candles and rose petals in the bubble bath and he just holds you in his arms. it definitely leads to some soft and slow sex in the bathtub though.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he usually only jacks off when he’s apart from you. but there have been times where he’s used this as a punishment for you.

maybe you teased him too much and he knows you want his cock so he denies you of it. tying you up and making you watch him jack off while you beg for him to fuck you…

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

everything about pierre screams daddy. he 100% has a daddy kink and loves whenever you call him daddy.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

honestly? anywhere and everywhere.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

whenever you’re teasing him. you love to tease and rile him up when you’re out. a hand on his thigh, trailing upwards and slightly squeezing his cock through his pants. a few dirty words whispered in his ear.

that’s all it takes for him to give your friends a lousy excuse before he takes you home and ruins you.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he seems really possessive so he definitely wouldn’t want to share you. so threesomes are definitely off the table. (but maybe you could convince him for one with charles…)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves both giving and receiving. but i feel like he prefers receiving. he loves looking down at you, seeing your eyes watering as you take his cock down your throat.

but he also loves seeing your face in pleasure as you cum from his tongue in your pussy.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

pierre is usually fast and rough. but again, there are days where he’d want to slow things down. maybe after a bad practice session or a bad race. he’d just want you to take care of him, which of course you do.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves them. especially in a club bathroom or the bathroom on the jet. there are just times where he’d need you so bad that he can’t wait until you get home.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he seems very adventurous and always down to try something new. so you guys are trying out new kinks all the time, trying to see what you like and don’t like.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for multiple rounds. you’re apart a lot so whenever you’re together, he’s definitely gonna make his time with you worth it.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he would loveeee to tell you how to fuck yourself with a dildo while he watches. he just loves how you would give up control to him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

this mf loves to tease. he’ll tease you until you’re begging him to ruin you. i feel like he’s a big fan of orgasm denial.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s vocal for sureeee. definitely a lot of degradation mixed with praise.

“such a good slut for daddy, aren’t you?” “you take my cock so well” “that’s my little slut. so good for me”

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“daddy please!” you whine from your spot on the bed, where pierre had you hand cuffed to the headboard.

he was sitting in the chair across the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock.

you had been teasing him all night when you were out. and this was your punishment. he knew you wanted his cock but he wasn’t gonna let you get it that easily.

“uh uh, you were acting like a slut, mon amour,” pierre shakes his head as his hand stroked his cock faster.

“I’m sorry daddy! i’ll be good!” you nearly sob. “that’s what you always say,” pierre says, standing up and going over to your body.

as he walked over, you thought that maybe he’d finally fuck you. but instead, he just jerked himself off and came on your stomach.

“only good girls get filled up, baby.”

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s definitely thickkkk. maybe not too long but his girth is definitely thick.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

oh it’s definitely high. he wants you all the time.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he wouldn’t fall asleep that quick. definitely not until after you’ve fallen asleep, that’s for sure.

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly smut #f1 imagine #f1 smut #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smut #pg #diorleclerc writes

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versadies · 3 years ago

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congrats on 3k!! could i get miso soup + sticky honey roast + mint jelly + dango milk + mustard? thanks!

so... this is love? — thoma x gn!reader

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order. SO.. THIS IS LOVE?

date. thoma (w/ gn!reader)

receipt. miso soup (thoma) + sticky honest roast (friends to lovers) + minty jelly (fluff) + dango milk (normal au) + mustard (drabble)

spices. fluff/comfort (?), mentions of being ditched during a date, thoma being best man, assumed unrequited love, hint of slow burn

ingredients. in which your best friend has your back after getting ditched by your date and realized certain things that changed his perspective on you

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chef's note. ty for requesting, anon !! hope you like this <<3

reblogs are appreciated :D !!

despite the beautiful scenery of inazuma city from where you are, it didn’t manage to cheer you up from your current predicament.

as people around you enjoy their meals shared with their loved ones, you can only stare down at your now empty glass in front of you with furrowed eyebrows, your hands clenched into fists.

your first date never arrived for an hour.

why does it feel like time has gone slower today? you wondered, trying to ignore how some of the customers sitting nearby would give you pity glances, knowing that the reason that caused your once excited smile to fade away as time flies by.

you tried to cancel out the noise around your surroundings and try to calm yourself down to prevent yourself from getting visibly upset. sure, you don’t blame your date for ditching you in fear, but could they at least give you a notice and not make you feel worthless?

all the anxiety you felt, the time you spent trying to look for the perfect outfit for the so-called perfect date, and the effort you did to make yourself look more presentable – it all went to waste, leaving you eating the finest meals of the restaurant with no one sitting across from your seat.

you only wanted to do this just to get your head off from a certain man who you’re in love with for years on end.

you should’ve not accepted your friend’s offer about setting you up on a date to someone you have never met in your life just because of you wanting to move on from an assumed unrequited love. who were you to think that someone would actually go on a date with you?

you despise this feeling.

perhaps you are destined to be alone forever – maybe you can try to adopt as many cats as possible and be like a cat lady when you’re older, or try to make your home unapproachable and be an angry old man who swears at children who dares to get out from his lawn–

“is there anything else you like besides a glass of wine, mx.?” the server’s voice instantly snaps you out from your self-pity thoughts, causing you to blink a few times.

there’s no reason to continue waiting for someone who won’t come, you suppose.

you then look up at the server with a small smile. “no, i suppose this will suffice for tonight. could you please bring me my bill–”

“are you y/n?” a familiar but exhausted voice causes your words to die in your throat immediately and look at the source of the voice, your breath hitched at the sight of your dearest best friend standing beside the server with a grin.

what is he doing here?!

“...thoma?” you asked, eyes widening in shock as the housekeeper places a hand on the server's shoulder, his chest heaving as if he came from a marathon. is he doing what you think he’s doing?!

“you don’t mind bringing the menu back, do you?” thoma asks, glancing at your way and give you a wink. “i would like to make up for being so late and for making my date worry so much.”

you felt your cheeks slowly warming from his words. no, you can’t be blushing over thoma, you were supposed to move on from him! he’s just helping you out from getting humiliated in front of the people in the restaurant, who will surely spread news to others in the near future about this.

“..you didn’t have to come all this way just to save me from embarrassment.” you mumbled to your best friend as soon as the server took his leave to send your orders in. “i don’t blame my date for ditching me like th–”

“hey, who told you to be so mean to yourself?” thoma interrupts with a frown. “i was just doing what i can, no one deserves to be ditched like that. especially if they spent so much effort for this occasion!”

ah right. he was with you throughout the whole three days of getting ready for your date. all the anxiety you felt would disappear when he’s around to reassure you and comfort you, all the time you spent choosing the right outfit was immediately worth it when thoma’s there to see you show yourself to him for him to choose which is better, and all the effort you did to make yourself look presentable were all watched by him, who never fails to make you feel like you’re enough.

he’s just making things harder and harder for you to move on from this stupid unrequited love you're in.

“you better be the one to pay all of this for making me come here in the first place.” you spoke, taking a sip of your drink as you waited for the server to come back with your meals.

the chief retainer remains unphased from your words, still smiling. “consider this my treat, then!”

if only you could catch the sight of his hands rubbing his lap underneath the table while wondering why on earth his palms started to sweat a lot. was it because of how he ran all the way from kamisato’s residence to where you are? or how the place seems to be a bit hotter than before? he wasn’t sure to be honest. not to mention the fact that he still felt flustered for oh-so boldly telling the server that he’s your date despite your feelings for one another being mutually platonic.

or at least, he thought it was.

“uhm, are you okay or…?” your voice cuts thoma’s thoughts like a knife, interrupting his small conflicted feelings. “you haven’t replied to my questions just now.”

it only took a few moments for the blonde to process what you said before he immediately looked away from your gaze, a faint hue of pink started to show on his cheeks in realization that he’s been in a trance for a minute or so.

“ah sorry, i was just thinking about how i’m going to tell master ayato about why i left so suddenly.” he lies easily, scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile.

you easily believed his excuse, slowly nodding in understanding before the server arrives back to your table and places your ordered meals in front of the both of you, causing your eyes to brighten at the sight of your dish.

that sight alone made thoma’s heart beat a bit faster than normal. he never thought he’d say this but… just seeing you brighten up at the sight of food makes him wonder if that’s what you looked like when he’s the one who brought food that he made to you.

this feels… weird. is this how best friends feel to one another? he wonders to himself, watching as you continue to indulge yourself with your food happily.

he then concluded that no, his feelings are something that isn’t considered as platonic. he’s seen too many performances with the head of the kamisato clan to know what this feeling is.

thoma looks down at his meal for a moment. perhaps this is a sign from his archon that he should stop pretending that the feelings he has for his best friend is more than platonic.

his lips starts to twitch upward more as his heart skips a beat at the thought of how you two are in such a romantic setting.

perhaps he’d like to indulge himself for a little longer and keep the role as your date to consideration.

suddenly, thoma spoke up as he picks up a piece of his food with the chopsticks, a sudden confidence in him grows. “how would you feel if i took you out on a night stroll after this?”

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14 days to fall in (out of) love-l.ty

this is part of "the leftovers collab" by @tenderfrailty. please also go and check out all the other works by all the other writers. this is a valentine's day themed fic. so happy vday y'all <3 and if you are single like me then let's celebrate by reading my fic (bahaha shameless self promo) and drowning our sorrows in chocolate!!! hope you enjoy :)

Taglist:@aedreamzy

Summary: You and Taeyong are best friends, have been since childhood. But with the amount of time spent together, you eventually develop feelings for him. This is your story of falling in love with Lee Taeyong and the consequences attached to it.

Paring: taeyong x fem!reader

(jeno, mark, jaehyun, jennie, yeri,seulgi,nayeon,johnny are other characters in this story )

Genre: best friends to almost lovers, tried to make this more realistic, one sided love except that can be debatable, fluff, angst, unhappy ending,

Warnings: grammar errors(haha grammarly can only do so much), mentions of underage drinking(y/n does not participate tho)(don't underage drink guys! be smart), alcohol, kissing, mentions of the word "kill' but no one dies, unhappy ending, uhh lots of dialogue (if that counts as a warning lol)I think that's it tell me if i missed any

Word Count: 7,540

Disclaimer: I am in no way claiming this is how these celebrities mentioned in my story behave in real life. This story is all fiction.

just a heads up when 🏶 that symbol occurs it will shift to taeyong's pov until the next break. it will make more sense when you read it

This my original work so please do not copy or repost. Reblogging is perfectly fine tho <3

T-MINUS 14 DAYS

There are two weeks left until Valentine’s Day. During this time, every store decorates its walls with pink, red, and white. They fill every shelf with heart-shaped candies and Dove chocolates. You can’t really say you hate this holiday. It’s just it never held any importance to you. No one ever confessed their undying love for you. Likewise, you never confessed your undying love for anyone else. Well…there was one person you wanted to confess your “undying” love to…but you knew it would never work out.

Introducing your crush since seventh grade, Lee Taeyong. He is also known as TY, Yongie (to you), and the school’s heartthrob to everyone else. You've known him since you were five, and have been friends with him since you were seven. That’s all you have been: friends. Well, it’s not like you cared from the ages of seven to twelve. You never understood the concept of crushes. I mean how could you fathom liking any of the smelly boys in your class. The idea of crushes never crossed your mind. That was until you were at sleepaway camp the summer before seventh grade. The other girls in your cabin started to gossip about who they liked.

“There is this one guy in my math class, and oh my god he’s just so perfect,” Abby, your cabinmate, swooned.

“Ooohhhh, there is this guy in my science class, who I sit behind who is so nice to me! We talked like three times last school year!!!” Jessie, your other cabinmate, fangirled.

“What about you Y/N? Do you like anyone?” Abby turned to you.

“Oh…Uhm…I don’t think so?” You replied.

“You have to be lying! There must be someone you like!” Jessie pushed.

You thought long and hard about it. There weren’t many guys you liked, let alone any that talked to you. You could count the number of guys you found tolerable on one hand: Taeyong, Mark, and Jaehyun. Jaehyun is more so Taeyong’s friend than yours. You had no reason to dislike Jaehyun, so you guys were on good terms.

“Is there any guy that you get like sad when someone else talks to him?” Abby asked.

You thought about that and realized that maybe there was one guy who fits that description. Before that thought could solidify, you wrote it off as “not wanting to share your best friend with anyone.”

“Nah, there really isn’t anyone,” You responded.

“Ah…okay then. Anyways, who wants smores,” Just like that the moment dissipated. But ever since that day, the concept of crushes clung to the back of your mind.

T-MINUS 13 DAYS

You realized that you had a crush on Taeyong on Valentine’s Day in seventh grade. Over the summer break, Taeyong grew taller and lost some of his baby fat. This immediately drew the attention of many girls in your grade. So that was when you first witnessed someone giving Taeyong a Valentine’s. To say that you didn’t care that someone gave Taeyong a heart-shaped box of chocolates, would be a complete lie. Except you didn’t know why it would hurt. You and Taeyong are just friends. Why should it matter who gives him chocolates? Why should it matter whose chocolates he accepted?

After the girl left, you walked up to Taeyong.

“Yongie! Who was that?” You asked as you unlocked your locker that happened to be right next to Taeyong’s.

“Oh, that was Jamie. She just wished me a Happy Valentine’s Day,” Taeyong replied while opening up the box of chocolates.

“Did she say anything else besides that?” You asked while unpacking your backpack.

“Yea… she said she likes me…” Taeyong trailed off while trying to pop one of the chocolates into his mouth. Your heart clenched uncomfortably when he said that.

“Well… do you like her back?” You asked while looking up into his eyes.

You now know why you cared so much about a girl giving Taeyong chocolates.

“Oh… uh no. I told her I didn’t like her back.”

You like Taeyong.

“Oh… that must have been awkward.” You slammed your locker shut.

“Ah, it’s fine. Do you want a chocolate?” Taeyong extended the heart-shaped box out to you.

“Won’t it be weird for me to eat those chocolates? They are meant for you,” You said with a slight twinge of jealousy.

“I can’t finish this entire box! Come on, just take one.” You reached out with one hand to grab one of the chocolates. You bit into the candy and it oozed out caramel and raspberry filling.

You guess you can’t be too jealous if you also get to eat Taeyong’s candies.

T-MINUS 12 DAYS

You made many new friends when you entered high school. You and Taeyong were still close but naturally, you drifted apart into your respective friend groups. You still constantly hung out with Taeyong, so you can’t say that you were unhappy. Unfortunately, your crush on Taeyong did not fade. During your hugs with Taeyong, you found yourself clinging onto him a little longer. The years passed by, and it reached a point where sharing a bed with Taeyong was considered weird. Your weekly sleepovers slowly dwindled into once-a-month sleepovers. Which made you quite sad, because it meant you spent less time with him. You never really told anyone of your crush on Taeyong, but your new friends managed to figure it out.

You were sitting at your lunch table when Taeyong approached you. Ever since you guys sat at separate tables, he rarely ever approached you.

“Y/N are we still meeting up after school today? You promised you would come with me to buy a new game console!” Taeyong asked as he slid in next to you. Your friends Yeri, Seulgi, and Nayeon stared at the scene unfolding.

“Yea, I’ll meet you at the front entrance,” You replied with your mouth full of your sandwich.

“Okay, see you then!” Taeyong ruffled your hair and went back to his table.

You continued to eat your sandwich but felt someone’s eyes on you. You looked up and were met with the intrigued expressions of your friends.

“You like him don’t you,” Nayeon blurted out.

“What?!” You nearly choked on your sandwich.

“You like Taeyong?” Although it was a question, Nayeon said it more like a statement.

“Is it that obvious?” You sighed.

“Well, the heart eyes kind of gave it away for me,” Seulgi laughed as she ate a forkful of her pasta.

“And the stiffness when he sat next to you gave it away for me,” Yeri chimed in.

“Yea, I like him. I liked him since seventh grade, but he sees me as solely a friend. So, it makes no difference,” You sighed.

“Stop, that’s so cute omg! This is like one of those classic best friends to lovers trope!” Yeri squealed.

“Yea, except I don’t think he likes me back.”

“Y/N, how do you know? Try confessing to him!” Nayeon suggested, ever the bold one.

“Yeah, I rather not. I don’t want to ruin a perfectly fine friendship.”

T-MINUS 11 DAYS

You were finally a sophomore! How exciting! Not. Nothing changed except you now have harder classes and more homework. Taeyong, on the other hand, changed a lot. His voice got deeper, he grew much taller, and he was now even more attractive than before. His skin got clearer, and he got slightly more muscular. With these changes, it’s obvious that his fan club is only going to grow. Now his locker is filled with so many Valentines that he can’t even close it and needs to store some in your locker. Luckily, you still get to eat his chocolates.

T-MINUS 10 DAYS

Taeyong's new attractiveness led to his increased popularity. This led to him getting invited to parties. You don’t know why he dragged you to the current party you were at. You felt like it was more out of obligation. You wore a red corduroy dress with a white turtleneck underneath and white sneakers. You picked this outfit to fit the Valentine's Day theme of the party. You also decided to dress up since this was your first party ever. This is Taeyong’s third party, and it’s clear in the way he maneuvers around the venue as if he knows where everything is.

“Come on, let’s go get something to drink,” Taeyong took a hold of your hand and dragged you towards the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but stare at your hand intertwined with Taeyong’s. You couldn't help but feel that your hands fit perfectly together. This is so cliche Y/N; oh my god.

“Here you go. Remember to never leave your drink unattended! You don’t know what bad guy may try to slip something in there. Try to keep your drink close and cover the top, so people can’t put anything in,” Taeyong advised as he handed you the cup.

You brought the cup to your lips and immediately scrunched your nose in disgust. “Taeyong…is this alcohol?”

“Hmm yeah,” Taeyong answered while gulping his drink.

“Isn’t that illegal? We are underage,” You said while holding the red solo cup far away from your body.

Taeyong grabbed the cup from your hand and set it on the counter, “Yes, Y/N it is illegal. But come on have some fun! Everyone around here drinks.”

“I am not succumbing to peer pressure thank you very much,” You scoffed.

Taeyong chuckled at your comment before taking his free hand to grab yours to guide you towards the fridge. Taeyong handed you an unopened water bottle from the packaging inside the fridge. “Here you go, pure water.”

You took the water from him and your fingers slightly brushed against one another. You felt your cheeks grow hot. You thanked him for the water and took a sip. The ice-cold water ran down your throat but did little to cool your body down.

Taeyong held onto your hand again and led you into the crowd with your drinks. You planned to spend the whole night glued to his side. Sadly, plans don’t work out for you because Taeyong let go of your hand and got lost in the crowd. You spotted Mark with his friend Jeno and decided to join them. Instead of spending your night with Taeyong, the one who dragged you to this party, you spent it at Mark and Jeno’s side. Not that you minded. Jeno and Mark were nice company. Although, slightly tipsy Mark was quite a handful to deal with.

T-MINUS 9 DAYS

You have no idea how Taeyong managed to drag you to yet another party, but here you are. This time you opted for pants and a shirt instead of a dress.

“Taeyong,” You eyed your intertwined hands, “you aren’t going to ditch me like last time right?”

“Hey, I didn’t ditch you!” Taeyong defended himself.

“Yeah sure,” You rolled your eyes, “just please don’t leave me again. Last time I spent the whole party making sure “Tipsy Mark” didn’t accidentally break anything.”

“Oof, okay fine I’ll stay with you,” Taeyong held onto your hand tighter and dragged you deeper into the party.

You don’t mind this. If going to parties means you get to stay by Taeyong's side while holding his hand, you might actually come to like parties. Taeyong remembered from the last time you were here that you don’t drink alcohol, so he handed you a bottle of water. You thanked him, and he led you over to his friend group. You only knew Jaehyun, who you greeted, and the rest of the faces were a blur to you.

“Where’s Mark?” You asked no one in particular.

“He didn’t come today, he has a chem test to study for,” Jaehyun responded.

“Oh,” You nodded. Well, that’s great. The only people you knew here are Taeyong and Jaehyun. You would have asked Yeri, Nayeon, and Seulgi to come with you, but they all had tests to study for.

You stuck to Taeyong’s side and tried to make conversation with his friends, but you soon realized that you don’t fit in. They were talking about future parties, who they were dating, who they like, how often they got wasted, etc. The only thing you could talk about with them was the difficulty of your classes. At least, Taeyong was next to you.

“LET’S PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE!” some voice screamed over the blaring music.

“Come on, Y/N let’s go play!” Taeyong eagerly dragged you over to the circle that was forming. You did not want to play. This whole spin the bottle and seven minutes of heaven thing seemed so dumb. You didn’t know any of the guys in the circle except Jaehyun and Taeyong, and you only wanted to kiss Taeyong. You were shocked that people actually played these types of games. You always thought it was just some made-up thing you would see in movies and TV shows, but here you were.

“Who wants to spin first?” some unnamed girl asked.

“I do!” Taeyong dropped your hand and lurched for the empty beer bottle on the floor.

You honestly did not want to be here. You were sitting between Taeyong and Jaehyun waiting for the bottle to stop spinning. Maybe the gods would be on your side and the bottle would land on you.

The gods were not on your side.

The bottle landed on Jennie Kim; she is another girl in your grade. Seeing how Taeyong immediately becames shy and let out a soft “yes”, you knew that Taeyong liked her. It made sense that Taeyong would like her: she’s pretty, popular, and as far as you know really nice. You honestly can’t even be mad. They both got up and went into the tiny closet amidst the hoots and hollers of the partygoers.

“You know, you should tell Taeyong you like him before it’s too late.”

You jumped at Jaehyun’s voice, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your crush on Taeyong. You aren’t very subtle,” Jaehyun whispered back not that it would matter since the party was so loud.

“I don’t like him, Jaehyun,” You deadpanned.

“Huh, oh well. I’m just telling you better do something fast,” Jaehyun shrugged before turning back to the circle.

At that moment, Taeyong and Jennie emerged and they both had huge smiles on their faces. You could see, even from where you were sitting, the pink glow on Taeyong’s cheeks and Jennie’s smudged lipstick. You felt your heart drop.

You take back what you said. You hate parties.

T-MINUS 8 DAYS

You saw it unfold right in front of you. You walked into school on a regular Tuesday morning, wanting to be anywhere but in this building. You saw Taeyong standing close to someone near your locker, but you couldn’t make out their face. Even in sophomore year, your locker was still near Taeyong’s. You walked closer and realized they were holding hands. Your eyes slowly panned up from the intertwined hands to stare into the eyes of Jennie Kim. Your eyes moved from her face over to Taeyong’s.

“They’re dating. I found out yesterday,” Nayeon said as she linked your arms together.

As Jennie's lips touched Taeyong's cheek, you felt the familiar feeling of your heart sinking to the soles of your feet. He didn’t even tell you first. You had to find out yourself. Your friend who isn’t even close to him knew before you did. You heaved a sigh and walked to your locker to unpack your stuff.

Not only did you lose your crush, but you felt like you also lost your best friend.

T-MINUS 7 DAYS

Taeyong and Jennie became the campus couple. Everyone knew they were together and everyone supported them. Taeyong's Instagram feed contained photos of him and Jennie and vice versa. They looked so happy and perfect together that you felt guilty for still liking Taeyong. He’s taken for crying out loud and you are still pining after him.

Since Taeyong has a girlfriend, the two of you spent less and less time together. You didn't notice right away since you were entering your junior year and with that came the influx of work. Occasionally, when you had free time, Taeyong would invite you to hang out with him. Sadly, the hang-out was always accompanied by Jennie. You don’t know why Taeyong asked you to hang out with him only for you to third wheel on his date with Jennie.

Taeyong must be incredibly cruel and blind to drag you on these dates. Everyone knew you liked him, heck, even Jennie knew. Yet he still brought you to what he calls “my best friend and girlfriend should bond to get along” dates. You wanted to decline his invites every time to save the inevitable third-wheeling, but you couldn’t say no to Taeyong.

“Y/N! Join us over here,” Taeyong called you over to where he was sitting on the picnic blanket with Jennie. This looked too much like a date. They were even matching outfits. You looked down at your plain hoodie and jeans and took a seat awkwardly at the edge of the blanket.

“I don’t want to intrude. This looks like such a cute date. You really don’t need to keep inviting me on these "hang-outs" with your girlfriend,” You told Taeyong.

“Yea, I agree.” “No, it’s fine. These are not dates; we do those at different times!” Jennie and Taeyong said at the same time.

Well, at least you know that Jennie doesn’t approve of you hanging around.

“Taeyong, really it’s fine. You don’t have to keep squeezing in time to hang out with me. We are friends and always will be even if we don’t hang out every week. You two have fun! I’m going to get going,” You wiped the dust off your butt and waved goodbye to the couple. Jennie looked glad that you finally left. You turned your head before you were able to catch the look of longing on Taeyong’s face.

After that, Taeyong stopped contacting you as frequently. This made you sad, but you decided it would be for the better. If you saw Taeyong and his girlfriend less, your heart could stop cracking. Maybe this distance from Taeyong would finally cause you to lose feelings.

It is a late Sunday night when your cellphone screen lit up with a call. Strange no one calls me. You don’t recognize the number, but something in your gut tells you to pick up the phone.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Jaehyun,” Jaehyun’s voice broke through the phone.

“Uh hey… why are you calling me?” You asked confused.

“It’s Taeyong. He drank too much and for some reason won’t go into Johnny’s car,” Jaehyun explained. Johnny’s name rang a bell. He was one of the seniors in Taeyong’s friend group.

“Oh…uh, what does that have to do with me? I can’t drive,” You twirled a strand of hair between your fingers.

“He keeps saying he wants to walk home. But he won’t walk home with me. I tried to get him into my car but he won’t budge either.”

“Okay…but once again what does this have to do with me?”

“Can you come over and walk him home?” Jaehyun asked exasperated.

“You want me to what? It is literally midnight. If I leave the house now my parents will kill me.”

“Can’t you just sneak out? Help your best friend out?”

“We’re not really best friends anymore,” You muttered under your breath.

“Huh? What did you say? Anyways I’ll text you the address, it’s not too far from your house. I know Taeyong lives a couple of blocks down from you.”

“How do you have my address?”

“Ah, stop asking questions and just get here.” Your phone pinged with a text notification from who you could only assume was Jaehyun.

“Jeong Jaehyun if I get mugged or attacked on my way there you will never hear the end of it.” You huffed as you checked out the address. Oh, it was only the next street over and two blocks away from where Taeyong lived.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah thanks so much Y/N,” Jaehyun replied before he hung up.

What is the best way to go about this? You have never snuck out before, so you had no idea what you were doing. The front door would be the quickest, but also easiest way to get caught. Exiting from your bedroom window is one way, except if you fell you would break your leg. You could always just walk out. If your parents asked where you were going just explain it to them. They knew that you and Taeyong are friends. They won’t mind you helping him, right?

You decided to go with the third plan and just walk right out. You get dressed and grabbed your phone. Surprisingly, your parents didn’t catch you. You have no idea how you did it, but you were out. Thankfully, it was springtime so it wasn’t too cold. You arrived at the location shortly after. You saw Jaehyun and Taeyong sitting on the curb.

“You’re lucky I made it here in one piece Jaehyun.” You said as you walked up to him.

“Y/N! Thank you!”

“How did you get my number?” You asked as Jaehyun transferred Taeyong over to you.

“Taeyong gave it to me,” Jaehyun answered.

“In his drunken state?” You questioned.

“Yea, he asked me to call you through my phone because you are ‘mad at him.’”

“I’m not mad at him though. Also, why is he even this drunk? Shouldn’t his girlfriend, Jennie be taking care of him? Why didn’t you call her?”

“You haven't heard?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrows at you.

“Haven't heard what?” You asked confusion lacing your tone.

“Jennie was seen kissing some other guy at school, and Taeyong caught them. She ended up dumping Taeyong.” Jaehyun explained. Great. Once again, you are left out of Taeyong’s important life updates. “Taeyong decided to come to this party to forget about the breakup, but then he saw Jennie with her new boyfriend. So he decided to drink his sadness away.”

“Oh,” You looked over at Taeyong and saw that he was sleeping on your shoulder. You yanked his arm around your shoulder tighter. "Dang, I knew that he liked her a lot.”

“Yea, but Y/N this is your chance!” Jaehyun urged.

“My what?”

“Your chance, you can show Taeyong how you are the person he should be with!”

You looked over at Taeyong again before lifting your eyes to meet Jaehyun’s “there’s no point. I’ve accepted that I will be nothing but his friend.”

Jaehyun wants to tell you to keep trying because you never know but holds back. He bid you goodnight and drove off. You tightened your hold on Taeyong and began walking to his house.

“Y/N?” Taeyong opened his eyes.

“Hmm? You better have a good reason for having me come at midnight to pick you up.” You teased. Taeyong nudged his head deeper into your shoulder. You tensed up and felt your heartbeat pick up speed.

“I missed you! I haven’t talked to you in so long! I missed hanging out with you! We haven’t had one of our sleepovers in so long!”

“Yea, I missed you too.”

“Are we going to your house for a sleepover? We can watch your favorite movie and eat popcorn!” Taeyong looked at you with hope brimming in his eyes.

“Yongie, you are drunk. We are not meeting up for a sleepover. I’m here to take your drunk butt home.” You picked up the pace with your walking.

“You haven’t called me Yongie in so long,” Taeyong said his eyes in a daze. The way Taeyong kept looking at you made it hard for you to focus on holding him.

“Sorry, I guess.” You saw Taeyong’s house not too far from where you were standing. “We are almost at your house Taeyong. Do you have your keys on you?”

Taeyong fished out his keys from his pockets and placed them in your hands. Your fingers touched when he did that and your cheeks grew red. Taeyong took one of your free hands and intertwined them with his.

You held tightly onto his hand the rest of the way there. “Okay, Taeyong we are here! Do you need to sneak in or is dropping you off at your front door enough?”

“You are so pretty.”

“Taeyong do you need me to—wait... what?” You couldn’t have heard him right. Did he call you-

“Pretty. You are so pretty. Did you style your hair differently?” Taeyong ran his fingers through a couple of strands of your hair.

“I-I-I didn’t do a-anything to my hair,” You stuttered as you removed your hold from Taeyong’s waist and removed his arm from your shoulders. “Okay you are home now, please go in-”

Taeyong grabbed you by the waist and pushed you flush against his chest. Now you are certain your heart is going to leap out of your chest. Taeyong’s eyes drifted from yours to your lips. He started to lean in and before you could comprehend what was happening, Taeyong’s lips touched yours.

You physically stopped breathing for a moment. Is Taeyong kissing me? Taeyong is kissing me?

Taeyong is kissing me. Your body went into overdrive, and you kissed him back. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing him. It must have been long enough for your fingers to slip in his hair and for his hold on your waist to tighten. You pull apart first. You might scream for joy. “O-Okay, Yongie you need to go inside now.” Taeyong nodded his head and gave you one more peck on your lips and entered his house. You stayed standing outside of his house for a couple more minutes. Taeyong just kissed you. You kissed Taeyong. You just had your first kiss, and it was with Taeyong. On the way back to your house, you couldn't stop smiling.

You fell asleep replaying that moment in your mind.

T-MINUS 6 DAYS

It is the next day, and you woke up with a big smile on your face. You remembered Jaehyun’s words from last night: Y/N this is your chance. Maybe it is your chance. Taeyong even kissed you! That has to mean something right?

You walked into school side by side with Yeri, “Oh my gosh, something really exciting happened last night, and I need to tell you!”

“Yo, what happened?” Yeri asked with excitement in her eyes.

You saw Taeyong standing by your locker and called out his name. You turned to Yeri, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Y/N! Hey! Jaehyun told me you dropped me off last night thank you so much!” Taeyong said.

“Oh yeah, I mean it wasn’t a big deal. Other than the fact that I had to leave my house at midnight and walk alone to pick you up.” You sarcastically said.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Taeyong rubbed the nape of his neck.

“It’s fine!” You smiled at him. Your mind kept replaying the kiss from last night.

“I wasn’t too much last night, right? I wasn’t a burden or anything right?”

“You don’t remember anything from last night?”

“Ah no, all I remember was seeing Jennie with her new boyfriend. Everything else is blurry,” Taeyong explained.

“Oh,” You felt your heart drop.

“Oh? That can’t be good. Did I do something stupid?” Taeyong asked worriedly.

“No… Uhm you didn’t do anything stupid,” You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes, but you forced them away. You looked up into Taeyong’s eyes. “Do you really not remember anything from last night? What about when I dropped you off at your house?”

“Ah, not at all. My head hurts so much, and I quite honestly can not even remember how I got to my house without Jaehyun telling me.” Taeyong replied.

You couldn’t believe it. He didn’t remember. He has zero recollection of that kiss. The kiss that meant so much to you was so insignificant to him, and he doesn’t even have a clue that it happened.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Taeyong looked back at your watery eyes.

“It’s- how could- you know what? It’s fine. Forget about it. I hope your head feels better.” You whipped your head around and stalked off.

You pushed open the bathroom doors and stared into the mirror. You felt so dumb. How could you have thought that after that kiss everything would work out for you? People drunk kiss all the time. It probably meant nothing to Taeyong. You blinked back your tears. You decided that Jaehyun was wrong. It is not your chance and it never will be. On this Monday morning, you conclude that you hate Lee Taeyong.

T-MINUS 5 DAYS🏶

Taeyong hasn’t talked to you in a while. He kept trying to reach out, but his invites were always met with a “busy” or “I’ll see if I can come” (you never do come). Taeyong isn’t too sure if you are purposely avoiding him or if you really are just that busy. After all, you are both Juniors and you are taking 3 AP and 2 honors classes. He also can’t help but feel that something is wrong. You don’t seem as open to him as you used to be. He can’t figure out if it was his fault or something else.

He just left the bathroom and was walking back to class when he saw you standing by your locker. He was about to approach you when he saw that you weren’t alone. He saw one of Mark’s friends, who he thinks is Jeno, standing next to you. He knows it’s wrong to eavesdrop but he wanted to know what’s going on with you. You don’t have enough time for him, but you seem to have enough time to talk to Jeno. You should be in class right now not talking to some random person. (He knows this because you both showed each other your schedules.)

“Hey Y/N,” Jeno greeted you with his signature eye smile. Taeyong looked on from afar.

“Hey, Jeno, what’s up?” You smiled back at him.

“Uhm, I was wondering are you free this Saturday?” Jeno asked while nervously looking around.

“Hmm, yea. Why?” Wait, you told Taeyong that you were busy this Saturday.

“I was wondering if…Uhm… you would like to…Uhm… go out and get ice cream? I know we aren’t that close, but I was wondering if… Uhm we… could get closer?” Jeno asked.

“Wait is Mark going to be joining?”

“Oh…Uhm…er… no. It would...uhm…just be us two.”

“Oh… Yea. I would love to go!” You responded with a smile. “When should we meet up?”

“That’s great! Here let me give you my number,” Jeno handed you his phone.

Taeyong couldn’t believe it. You really are ignoring him. Why would you though? Did he offend you somehow?

Taeyong can’t help but feel a bit upset. He has no reason to though. You are both just friends. Why should it matter if some other guy asked you out on a date? It shouldn’t matter.

Right?

T-MINUS 4 DAYS

Your date with Jeno went surprisingly well, but you guys decided to remain friends. Plus, you may or may not have let it slip that you like someone (Taeyong). Then proceeded to rant all your problems over ice cream to Jeno. You still haven’t talked to Taeyong. Taeyong has tried multiple times to talk to you. Each time you either blatantly ignored him or lied and said you had other plans. You don’t think your heart and mind could handle being around Taeyong. Especially, since he doesn’t even remember the kiss you shared. Maybe you are overreacting, but that was your first kiss ever. It was a kiss shared with the one guy you have been crushing on since middle school. To think that it meant nothing to him kind of hurts.

You were on your way out of the building for lunch when the one person you have dreaded seeing for the past two weeks called your name.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

You didn’t even turn your head; you just tried to walk faster because you were not in the mood to talk to Taeyong.

“Y/N,” Taeyong called as he caught up with you. “How have you been? We haven’t talked in so long!”

That’s the whole point, idiot. You didn’t turn your head and continued walking.

“So uh…are you free this Saturday? Johnny is hosting a party, and I was thinking we could go together.”

“I don’t want to go to a party Taeyong.”

“Oh…uh… maybe we can do something else! They opened up this bubble tea shop downtown.”

“I have plans.”

“Do you really have plans or are you just trying to avoid me?”

You whipped your head around to look at Taeyong, “I’m busy.”

“Doesn’t seem like it? You told me you were busy last Saturday when I asked you to hang out.”

“Well, because I was.”

“Then how come I saw you accepting to go on a date with Jeno?”

“I-”

“Y/N, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something to offend you? Recently, you seem to want nothing to do with me.”

“That’s because I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“What? Huh? Why?”

“You really don’t remember, do you? Not even a little bit?”

“What? Y/N-what are you talking about? Remember what?”

You sighed, “just as I thought.”

“What is going on Y/N? Did something happen?”

“It’s nothing, forget it,” You tried to push past Taeyong, but he grabbed your shoulders.

“Can you please just tell me?” Taeyong looked down into your eyes. You wanted to tell him, but what if it just made everything worse? You don’t want to lose your best friend.

“I-” You looked away, “if I tell you…I’m scared it will make everything worse.”

“Huh? We are best friends. You can tell me everything and anything.”

“That’s the problem. We are just friends.”

With that, you slipped out of Taeyong’s hold and walked out the door. Taeyong felt like his heart was breaking, but he had no idea why. Seeing you walk out like that hurt more than when Jennie cheated and broke up with him. He was not just going to let you walk out like that.

“Y/N! Come back,” He ran out the entrance to try and find you. Thankfully, you haven’t walked too far. “Y/N!”

“What is it Taeyong?”

“Please just tell me what I did. I can’t stand you not talking to me. I miss hanging out with you, and these past few weeks have been so boring. Even, these past few months! I know we haven’t been as close since I started dating Jennie and then when we broke up. But please, just tell me what’s wrong! I miss my best friend. I miss you, Y/N,” Taeyong grabbed your hands.

Best friend. Of course. “Am I just really just your best friend?”

“Wait-what? What else would you be?” Taeyong’s eyes reflected worry.

“I can’t be anything more?” You pressed. This is probably the closest you will ever get to confessing.

“Anything more? Y/N-don’t tell me you li-” Taeyong’s grip on your hands tightened.

“Forget I said anything Taeyong,” You scoffed.

“What really happened the day you dropped me off at my house? I know this has something to do with it. Did I say anything out of the ordinary to you?”

“Taeyong, it’s fine. I’ll go with you to Johnny’s party. Please just drop it.” You tried to remove your hands from Taeyong’s, but he only held onto you tighter. It was almost as if he was scared you were going to disappear.

“No. Y/N tell me. Did I say something mean? Did I do something embarrassing? Did I get you in trouble? Did I kiss you or something?”

Kiss. “What do you think happened Taeyong?” You just wanted to go eat your lunch.

“Did I say that I like you or something?” Taeyong blurted out.

“What? You…like me?” You questioned hope growing in your tone.

“I-I-I d-don’t know,” Taeyong looked down.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You felt your voice break.

“I…all I know was that I was jealous seeing Jeno asking you out on a date. I know that it was not the jealously that friends should feel.”

“What do you want me to say to that?” You were almost running out of patience.

“I’m not sure.”

You could not take this anymore. One minute Taeyong treats you like a boyfriend would, the next he places you in the best friend box. Standing in front of your school, you conclude that you still hate Taeyong.

T-MINUS 3 DAYS

It is currently senior year, the last year before you are off to college. It also happened to be a day before Valentine’s Day. A holiday you never really cared about. All Valentine’s Day meant to you was getting to eat the candy that Taeyong received from his admirers.

You scanned the pink, red, and white decorations lining the walls of your local grocery store. You walked over to the candy section and saw the pink holographic packaging that was so familiar to you. It is the exact heart-shaped box of chocolates Taeyong got all those years ago in seventh grade. You picked up the box.

“Huh, it seems much smaller than I imagined,” You placed the box into your basket.

Over the past year, you and Taeyong worked out whatever problems you were facing. You never told him about the kiss because you never worked up the courage. Plus, deep down you knew it would make no difference. Instead, you and Taeyong went back to your original dynamic. The only difference was that now Taeyong acted a bit more like your boyfriend. He held your hand often, gave you regular hugs and back hugs. Your movie nights and cuddling sessions increased. You never kissed again. Taeyong continued to send you mixed signals. You would walk into school holding hands, and he would leave with his arms around another girl. Fear consumed you too much to try and push past this barrier Taeyong put up. What if you pushed too far and lost a potential relationship and important friendship? You were content with how things were. Taeyong was yours only for the short 5-minute interactions throughout the day. He was yours to hold in those brief minutes, but those minutes were enough. You will just follow Taeyong’s pace. Maybe if you do, he will fall for you the same way you fell for him.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day; you sit at your desk prepping your gifts for your friends. A box of candy hearts for Yeri. A box of candy hearts for Nayeon. A box of candy hearts for Seulgi. M&Ms for Jaehyun. M&Ms for Mark. M&Ms for Jeno. A heart-shaped chocolate box for Taeyong.

“It’s now or never Y/N.”

T-MINUS 2 DAYS

“Yeri! I got this for you,” You handed Yeri her gift. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Omg! Thanks! Dang, that’s a big bag. Did you buy something for everyone?” Yeri pointed to the bag in your hands.

“No problem! And no. I only bought stuff for my friends. The bag is so big because I have no other bags.” You laughed as you waved Yeri goodbye.

“Nayeon, Seulgi! Happy Valentine’s Day!” You handed them their gifts.

“Aw, thanks!” Nayeon side hugged you.

“Thanks, babe you're the best!” Seulgi hugged you too.

“No problem guys, I’m going to hand the remaining gifts out. See you guys at lunch.”

On your way to Taeyong’s locker, you ran into Jaehyun and Mark. “Guys, happy Valentine’s Day!”

Jaehyun received the candy with a raised eyebrow, “shouldn’t you be giving this to Taeyong? You know the guy you like?”

“You like Taeyong?!” Mark asked shocked as you placed the gift in his hand.

“Yea,” you sighed. “And I did prepare a gift for him.”

“I’m rooting for you Y/N!” Jaehyun cheered.

“Me too!” Mark smiled “Even though I just found out today.”

You maneuvered your way through the school’s hallway.

You finally stood in front of Taeyong’s locker. He had no lock on. He did this every Valentine’s Day. One could say he’s cocky for this, others could say that he’s thoughtful. You let out a laugh as you opened his locker.

“Dang, he is still just as popular as he was before.” There are already tons of gifts stacked up in his locker. After a quick survey of the gifts, you realized yours is the only one with a separate note attached to it. “Well, at least I’ll stand out.” You shut his locker door and made your way to your next class.

Ding Dong Ding Dong the bell rang.

“Y/N, are you joining us at lunch?” Yeri asked.

“Yea, I just left my lunch in my locker. Plus, I still need to give Jeno his gift.”

“Oh, Jeno told me he’s sitting with us at lunch today. I think he and Mark are coming!”

“Oh that’s great, just let me get my lunch!”

“Got it, I’ll see you there.” Yeri turned in the direction of the cafeteria while you left to go to your locker.

From afar you saw a figure standing near your locker. You soon realized that it was Taeyong. You were about to approach him when you saw that he was inspecting his Valentine’s gifts.

🏶

Wow, I got a lot of gifts. Taeyong started to sort through the various things he received.

“Is that a cake?” Wow, that is new. A certain pink holographic packaging caught his eyes.

“That’s odd didn’t Jamie transfer schools? Is this another random confession?” He picked up the box and saw that there was a note attached to it.

People never leave me notes.

thought I should make up for all the times I've eaten your chocolates throughout the years. I’m glad one of us is popular bc at least we get free candy out of it lol. also happy vday's. ig you can figure out from the box what I'm trying to say?

Y/N? Did she send me this? Is she trying to confess-

Oh. He picked up my box. From your vantage point, you could not read Taeyong’s expression. You started to walk closer.

“Yongie I-” You called as you walked closer to him. But before you could catch his attention, you saw someone else walk up to him. You are not familiar with the girl who is standing in front of Taeyong right now. She slipped her hands into his and leaned in to kiss him.

She just kissed Taeyong. She kissed Taeyong, and he did not push her away.

Taeyong happened to be facing you, and you could see the way his eyes lit up.

His eyes never lit up like that when he looked at you. At that moment, it hit you that you were too late. You have always been too late.

“Oh Y/N!” Taeyong called your name.

You snapped out of your daze and walked over to the couple.

“Hey! This is my girlfriend, Rina. We started dating yesterday. Rina this is Y/N, my best friend.” Rina waves at you and you wave back.

“It’s nice to meet you,” You smiled at her. She was taller than you, but a couple of inches shorter than Taeyong. She had long black hair with blonde tips and bangs. She had a heart-shaped face and a pretty figure. She seemed to fit Taeyong’s type perfectly.

“I also received your chocolates! Thank you but erm sadly I can’t-”

“Taeyong, it’s fine. I’m so happy for you guys! Happy Valentine’s Day!” You flashed a smile.

“Y/N wait-” Your name still sounds so pretty coming from his lips even after all the times he hurt you.

You turned around and made your way to the cafeteria.

Ugh, I forgot my lunch in my locker.

T- MINUS 1 DAY

It’s the day after Valentine’s Day. Your desk is littered with the wrappers of the candy your friends gave you. Your phone lit up and the time read 7:00 PM. Your nap lasted longer than you expected. You threw on a sweatshirt and decided to go for a drive.

You ended up pulling into your town’s grocery store. As you grabbed a cart, you noticed that all the decorations have been taken down. The walls are no longer filled with pinks, reds, and whites. All the candy hearts, chocolates, and teddy bears have been removed from the shelves. Just like that, the holiday is over.

People sure move on fast.

Just like that, a year's worth of memories including hand holding, fake dates, and movie nights that turn into cuddling sessions thrown away. All flushed down the drain. Taeyong has a girlfriend and once again you are alone.

T-MINUS 0 DAYS

You realized that you can’t make Taeyong fall in love with you, but Taeyong can make you fall out of love with him.

FIN

A/N: hey y'all it's annie! i was planning for "see you around" to be my first full fic but I ended up finishing this one sooner. so i guess this fic counts as my first full fic! if you read this far oh my gosh thank you so much. leave any feedback you want and i hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! see you guys in my next fic! stay safe and healthy<3 and happy vday💕💕💕

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starglitterz · 3 years ago

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quill congrats on 300 <33 can i get a chocolate gelato (childe) with sprinkles ?? :D im such a sucker for the fake dating trope yet all i think abt it is angst for it

ty yan <333 fake dating is such a cute prompt but yes it totally has sm potential to be angsty HAHA

request; childe fluff, fake dating

cw; not proofread

please reblog! it helps a lot :)

( @yanbub / @yanphobics )

childe.

"i do not mean to question your authority on this matter... but are you sure this plan is going to work? it seems rather far-fetched," zhongli's baritone voice sounds from behind you as he adjusts his tie. "of course it is! i mean, i hope so. let's just stay positive for now!" you crack a smile, shaking off imaginary dust from your outfit. "plus i said i would give you mora, so you can't back out now!" you turn to your best friend with a pout. "i would have done this for you even without the mora. you do know that i have been waiting for you and childe to get together for many months now, right?" zhongli says in a matter-of-fact tone. heat rushes to your face as you try to brush it off, "whatever, old man. now let's go! don't be scared to hold my hand, by the way." "y/n, i fought the primo geovishap with you. i doubt interlocking hands would terrify me."

the two of you stroll around liyue harbour, appearing to all the world like a happy couple on a date, although you both knew it was just a façade, and you were really just enjoying the day as two best friends finally getting the opportunity to spend some time together. you excitedly pointed out your favourite flowers from the shop you passed by, to which zhongli made a dramatic show of purchasing it for you and tucking it behind your ear. it would have been a much cuter gesture if he wasn't using your money.

the sun was already beginning to sink below the horizon when the two of you finally bumped into childe. the fatui harbinger had a hidden network of connections all around the city, and he had instantly received news that you and zhongli were on a date. with his mind a messy jumble of thoughts, he had proceeded to look for you the entire day, only to meet you now. zhongli shoots you an encouraging smile and steps aside to give the two of you some privacy, pretending to be interested in the wall of a nearby building as he strolls away.

"so, zhongli, huh?" tartaglia begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "what about him?" you ask in fake confusion, tilting your head. "i mean, i can see why. he's responsible, got a stable job, can spend time with you," childe can't meet your eyes as he fidgets with his fingers nervously. "ajax? what are you talking about?" you felt just the slightest bit guilty for playing with his heart like this, but you genuinely didn't know if he liked you back or not. zhongli had proposed that you just asked him directly without beating around the bush, but you had claimed that would be far too embarrassing, and hence created this entire plan.

"i just wanted to say... congrats on getting together with zhongli," he forces it out, even though the words stick like treacle in his throat. childe had fallen hook, line and sinker for your trick, and you couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. "childe! i'm not dating zhongli! the two of us were just walking around as friends," you burst out, shaking your head aggressively to rid him of that idea. "you're not?!" you would have to be a total idiot to miss how tartaglia perks up with your statement, and thankfully you are not, so his obvious joy makes your heart soar too.

"nope." childe steps closer to you, relief spreading across his face, "thank goodness. well then, i suppose i should just get this over with before anyone else tries to steal you." "get what-" you start, but you're interrupted by childe clearing his throat and asking with a flourish, "y/n, would you do me the honour of becoming my partner?" you're silent for a second as you process how the scenario of your dreams has become reality, and this causes childe to freak out, "i'd just be your boyfriend! i didn't mean marriage!" this in turn makes you even more flustered, because truth be told that was a fantasy you had hidden in the back of your mind, "i wasn't thinking about marriage either! but yes ajax, i would absolutely love to date you."

childe pulls you into a hug, chuckling softly as he rests his head on your shoulder, "so, where should we go for our first date? i can take you out to dinner at wanmin restaurant if you'd like." you lean against his toned chest, unable to help the smile that curves your lips, "that sounds perfect." "then let's go!" tartaglia intertwines his fingers with yours, lifting them to his lips while maintaining eye contact with you, "also about the marriage thing, i meant 'not yet'. i obviously am going to marry you someday."

"childe!"

"hahaha, i'm kidding. or am i?"

quill speaks !

help this is so cute

yan i hope u enjoyed reading this >_< and if you wanted the fake dating part to be with childe, i actually have another request similar to that, so i twisted this request a little hehe, i hope u don't mind T_T

plottwist; zhongli was secretly into y/n the whole time and the real reason he left was bc he couldnt stand to see how much love you looked at childe with HAHSKJDSKJD sorry for making it angsty 💀

anyways i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

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cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc · 4 years ago

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Pride parade with Sam!

request from anon: Can I request Sam going to pride with his trans boyfriend for the first time?? Please 👉👈

summary: headcanons for going to pride with your boyfriend for the first time!

trigger warning: none!

author's note: im so happy it's pride :D this request is adorable <3

- when you introduced the idea of going to a pride event he's a little hesitant

- don't get him wrong, he'd love to go

- he's just a little nervous

- when he gives in you do a lot of research together for different events

- you decide on going to a parade !

- he buys a trans pride flag and a lgbtq+ flag for you both to take with you

- packs a backpack a week before going

- stuffs it with water, food, other essentials, money, extra pair of clothes, extra binder (if you wear one) and a small pride flag to make it stick out the bag :}

- when the day comes around and you step in the car to drive to the parade sam has a dopey smile on his face the entire ride

- you were talking about the stuff you wantd to see and even people you wanted to meet there

- when you arrive you immediately gasp at the sight

- "sam, look!"

- you point out the decorated cars and people

- "it looks beautiful, just not as beautiful as you, pretty boy."

- "SAM-"

- when you guys start walking sam hums along to the music, looking mostly at you

- he hands out water and food to people pride dad vibes

- when he gets more comfortable he grabs your hand and starts dancing with you to the music

- soon other couples and groups join, turning the streets into a dancefloor

- after a long day of making memories and friends, the parade came to an end

- in the car there was comfortable silence, both too tired to talk

- when you came back home you were exhausted

- not bothering to walk upstairs, you crashed on the couch together

- without a word you snuggled into each other's embrace, drifting to sleep with a blanket sprawled out over the two of you <3

ty for reading<3

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taglist: @adoring-ghost @sakisaralazy @for-memories-sacrifice @ialexabsuniverse @shiyanchan @bioluminescentfrog @esylwen

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kiyokoxd · 3 years ago

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« Trust. »

fandom ; bungo stray dogs

content ; y a n d e r e

includes ; oneshot/drabble???, atsushi x gn!reader

warnings ; yandere stuff, yknow

note ; OKAY so um ty @missrown for the amazing idea, I owe that to you, here are the conversations 1 2 , also @bsdparadise & @paradise-creator, if you want it 👀

inspired ; @missrown , @dear-yandere (the cookie idea)

Trust was a really complicated word.

It might lead you to happiness because you finally trusted someone to give them your back, and they took you off to a great world, or, they would stab you right in the back.

You knew your boyfriend had massive abandonment issues, and of course, you trusted him. So you always made sure that he knew.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes"

That was the biggest mistake you had ever made in your life.

You never knew nor expected that a sweet boy like him could have something so dark and twisted inside of him. The thoughts that made him feel that you could get hurt any moment and die, you would leave him. Maybe he just wasn't enough? When you both get separated, he hated it.

He always asked you the same question, and every time you said yes because you really did trust him. But maybe he never was able to see that, he couldn't believe that you wouldn't ever slip through his fingers any second.

So he decided to keep you forever, safe.

You knew Atsushi would never hurt you, until now. He asked you out shyly for tonight, another mistake you made by saying yes.

You went outside his house as you saw Kyouka going outside, why in the rain? Thinking that maybe she wanted to give you both alone time, you ignored it.

"Y/N.."

"Hm?" You asked as you looked at your sweet and adorable boyfriend.

"I made these cookies for you"

You smiled softly, thinking nothing of it as you took one and bit it. As you chewed the cookie, you noticed Atsushi give you a genuine smile yet his eyes grew darker.

You would have smiled back if you didn't see Atsushi keep staring at the time as if he was waiting for something to happen. You suddenly felt tired.

"Hey Atsu–"

And that was when you fell to the ground, the last thing you remembered was the slight guilt in his eyes yet a type of smile that you had never seen before.

Your eyes fluttered open as you saw Atsushi sitting right in front of you.

"Hello dear.."

You felt your face was muffled with cloth and so you weren't able to do anything except let out suppressed and dull screams. You weren't sure what just happened and so all you could do was give Atsushi a confused look.

"Do you trust me?"

Your eyes widened at this, you weren't sure what to say anymore. Slightly regretting the choices you made earlier, you looked down trying to still make sense of where you were.

He giggled nervously.

"Come on darling.. YOU TRUST ME DON'T YOU?? THIS IS FOR YOUR SAFETY AND YOU ONLY." He shouts at you, almost sounding mad, a version of him that you had never seen which caused you to flinch in fear that he might hurt you.

His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed and calmed himself down.

"I am sorry.. But outside, you never know what will happen to you, but I can protect you, I promise.. You can hate me all you want right now but I am all yours. I will do anything for you except let you go.. I will never let you go, I love you"

It would have sounded romantic if you weren't in this situation right now.

You knew Atsushi was insecure and always wanted to protect you no matter what, he wanted you to be by his side forever, and safe, but..

You had never expected to be tied up in some abandoned cabin because of this with him, only him.

– ; ngl i would let him kidnap me, the world's boring anyways lmao

~ ; @missrown , @xmellows , @greenshirtimagines , @alittlesimp , @dazaisusedbandages , @bsdparadise , @explosion-queen , @shadyteacup , @misschuuyasimp

anyways! reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe and take care <3 // writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is always there for you to share :)

#nakajima atsushi #bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd manga #bsd x reader #yandere #bsd fanfic #bsd #bsd anime #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader

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lacunafiction · 4 years ago

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Announcement: (Fernweh Saga)

Edit: This post does not contain the demo link, please reblog or see the link to the launch post below and thank you for the support:

>>> HERE. <<<

Hello! I hope you’re doing well.

I am working on the interactive fiction, ChoiceScript game: Fernweh Saga: Book 1.

I hope to launch the first demo that will include the Introduction to Chapter 3 and is 81k words of pure story around the 1st of June (so in about 5 days). I realized I may have been a little too quiet in my corner of the Internet, lol. This is the developmental blog for the game where I also have more information about it, RO aesthetics/facts/info, inspiration posts, and developmental updates.

I would be honored if you check out the demo once I post it and I am happy to answer any questions you may have.

Best wishes! :D

-Aelsa Trevelyan

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The Short and Sweet Pitch: Fernweh Saga is a character driven, romance focused interactive fiction with slow-build horror elements that unravel as you move deeper into the plot. (There are 5 romantic routes and 4 ROs who are gender set based on the player’s preference.)

The Synopsis:

~Some homecomings feel more like rude awakenings, but this one will become a waking nightmare...~

You return to the small town of Fernweh after the death of your grandfather, which is ironic because you were explicitly sent away from the town by him following the tragic death of your parents in a house fire. It's been several years since you left. Returning isn't something that you had considered, but the vague letter you received about tying up loose ends was on fancy stationary and looked official enough.

What was supposed to be a quick trip to collect personal belongings and sign some legal documents soon spirals into a grim mystery when you learn of the odd circumstances surrounding your grandfather's death.

Familiar faces are all around, you know some of them as former childhood friends, rivals, or neighbors, but they may become current allies as you all try to unravel what exactly is going on in this small, seemingly idyllic, forested town.

A boy may be missing? Why does the waitress at the diner know your order by heart? What was your grandfather really doing out as his cabin? When will you get a good night's sleep again without any strangely interactive nightmares? Why do things seem unshakably familiar yet different?

A feeling of unease grows with each sleepless night spent within Fernweh's borders, but you can't leave yet...

It won't let you.

Features:

A customizable MC (gender, sexuality, style, physical features, etc.) alongside personality and other traits that will directly impact game play and how others react to you.

4 Romance Options; 5 romance routes.

Uncover the secrets of your former hometown that you now feel a stranger in. Things aren't adding up...But why is that?

Fight, flee, struggle, run, or adapt to face whatever lurks within the town that is invading your nightmares; there is more to it than a boring ole’ monster…Much more.

Chances to develop both friendships and relationships with the main cast of characters that are tracked by a friendship point system.

An inventory system that will impact/unlock certain choices later in the game.

Many choices that allow you to shape the narrative and increase replay value.

Dynamic support characters who have opinions on you and who you elect to romance, including the ROs who are not selected and are instead potentially befriended.

A variety of choices to respond to the RO to romance them at your own pace and style, including a shy/flirty stat tracker.

The first demo will include the Introduction to Chapter 3 and is 81k words of story, it will eventually be updated with more chapter(s) as we go. Again, my hope is to launch on June 1st once I finish final edits.

Links: Tumblr Blog | RO aesthetics | About | FAQ

(I will eventually make a new post with the demo link and COG forum thread, so please be on the lookout for that, if you’re interested.)

#fernweh saga #cog wip #interactive fiction #reader interactive #choice of games #interactive story #hosted games #romance game #fernweh saga: book 1 #dashingdon #weekly updates #lacuna rambles

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babyvixen-writes · 4 years ago

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Stupid Keys

Bucky Barnes x Doctor!WOC!Reader

notes: some bad language, bit of fluff, shyness, tired reader, bucky stalking (?) if you squint

word count: 1,109

summary: Weeks after the Blip, an intimidating yet quiet stranger moves from across your apartment. Let’s just say it wasn’t as pleasant as you try to welcome him. (Inspired by Grey’s Anatomy and TFATWS. It doesn’t contain any spoilers)

NOT BETA’D. I’m trying okay. This is my first one-shot to post here on tumblr. Reblogs and comments are really appreciated! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST/ TRANSLATE TO OTHER LANGUAGES TO OTHER SITES. The English language is not my first language so please forgive me for typos, incorrect spellings, and grammatical errors. Also, writing is not my forte but I do enjoy them. It’s a hobby hehe Enjoy and happy reading :D

You finished another 48-hour shift from the hospital, yet again. Ever since everyone who, out of nowhere, turned into dust in front of your eyes came back so suddenly you almost had a heart attack when you were in the operating room performing a heart transplant surgery, you have been very busy ever since. Your longest yet very exhausting shift was at 72-hours with very little sleep somewhere on a vacant gurney along the hallway. The chief surgeon even ordered you to have a one-week off.

“You have to take care of yourself, Y/N. I can’t have my best general surgeon fatigue and sick while on duty.”

After minutes of you and the chief having a light argument, you finally gave in. So there you are, walking towards the open elevator with slumped shoulder, your messenger bag on the floor dragging it behind you. Your thumb pressed on the number of your apartment floor as you leaned your weight on the side of the metal lift. You sighed and yawned for the umpteenth time, rolling your shoulders to ease the kink that had been bothering you ever since. You lazily stepped out of the elevator after it opened, forcing your tired and sore feet to drag you to the hallway.

Your eyes landed on the slightly open door across from you. A few boxes were sitting outside that apartment. It used to be empty for years, even before the Blip. It was because it was a little pricey for a small-spaced shelter good for one to two people. You shook your head from wandering thoughts, your focus on getting on the bed and hibernate until god knows when. Your fingers fished your keys inside your unorganized bag, grumbling, and cursing to yourself why you didn’t even place your keys in your pockets for easy access. You didn’t know that your unknown neighbor was by his door, leaning and amused at your state.

“Fuck!” You groaned, huffing and tying your disheveled hair into a messy bun before getting on the floor and opening your bag wide enough to see everything inside.

“Do you need any help?” Your head whipped in the direction where that deep voice came from. When you saw him, boy was you flustered. He was gorgeous! Even if he was wearing a leather jacket with a grey shirt underneath, you can tell that he was buff. Your heart involuntarily beat faster than normal and it didn’t help when he smirked at your gawking, as if he could feel you getting hot and embarrassed. He bet you didn’t know that your jaw was slightly dropped. You finally came to your senses, shaking your head.

“I’m okay.” You try to sound as calm as possible, faking a cough then trying to focus on finding your damn fucking keys. “Where are those damn keys,” you grumbled under your breath, releasing a frustrated sigh.

“Let me help you instead, ma’am.” The brunette-haired stranger insisted, his boot-clad feet stomped gently on the wooden floor. You sighed in defeat, feeling your head cloudy with the need for sleep. “Okay.” You yawned, shifted yourself to let your back lean against the wall beside your door. He gave you a smile, a warm smile that the corners of his eyes wrinkled and the corners of his lips dimpled. You gave one back, a shy smile. You have never felt this weird feeling before, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach and the tingling sensation of the apples on your cheeks. You cleared your throat, “You just moved in here?” You decided to have small talk with this handsome stranger as he tries to find your goddamn keys from your poor excuse of a bag.

“I just moved in yesterday,” the man said, glancing at you and continued to search. “I didn’t know someone lived here.”

“I spend my time in the hospital a lot.” You sighed, nails scratching against your scalp. “Workload’s been hectic ever since the ‘Vanished’ ones came back.” You said and then you heard a muffled jingle. You lit up your eyes to him and grin. He chuckled, his gloved fingers hooked on its keychain.

“Thank you...” You trailed off. “James Barnes.” He passed you your belongings and your keys, holding his right gloved hand. Your calloused hand gladly accepted, feeling the leather against your grip. “I’m Y/N.” You said cooly as the two of you remained eye contact, hands shaking slowly. You wanted to know how his hand feels against yours. If it is as hot as he made you feel, with his large palm against your, maybe even calloused and his fingers.

No, don’t even think about his fingers. You scold yourself. “Um. I should probably go and sleep.” You planned to quickly get your hand from his, but his grip remained with you then let go with a linger that made you bit the inside of your cheek the way the leather of his glove rubbed against your fingertips.

He didn’t say anything. His blue eyes just pierced against the back of your skull when you turned around, mentally praying that you won’t make a fool of yourself as you slotted the hole of the door with the key, twisted, and turned the knob open.

“Bye, Mr. Barnes. I’ll see you later?” You questioned, looking at him. You can see that his eyes were on your lips, then flickered to meet your gaze. “I’ll see you later.” He smiled and turned his back at you to return to his place, which made it time to go inside and close the door behind you with a slam. You hit the back of your head against the door, rolled and closed your eyes, and release a groan.

“Real smooth, idiot. Real smooth.” You scold yourself. “This is why guys don’t talk to me.” Tossing your bag to the couch, you dragged yourself to the bedroom, your memory from earlier torturing you before you drift off to sleep.

On the other hand, when you closed your door in a rush, James Barnes can hear the way your heart pumped a little faster than normal. Screw that, ever since you two looked at each other, he was fascinated by how your heartbeat changed, your cheeks strained a little when you felt flushed by his presence. He thought you were too cute and short to be working in the hospital, with those doe-shaped eyes and the dimples on your cheek and the corner of your lips. He heard you talking to yourself, though, thanks to his super-hearing. He wasn’t trying to be a creep, but he couldn’t help it.

Bucky hopes to see you again.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x female reader

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lysershine · 4 years ago

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@willwoodimagines lore timeline (what is my life)

So firstly, a fuckin massive thank you to @hotsinglelemonsinyourarea because I cannot do this shit alone and he’s helped me compile all of their old posts because I, apparently, underestimated how long they’ve been doing this. So from this point forward, I’m assuming nothing is a joke. Here we go!!

I am so sorry. Let’s do this.

So earliest posts that are likely lore come from around April the 9th. This post is a conversation seemingly between Three and One where Two is gone on a road trip, -- although it might not Actually Be A Road Trip, -- and then One tells everyone to stop acting like Two is dead, because he’s not. Which, fair enough, although later in the conversation, Two replies and seems to invent that he’s at the beach, probably to calm down the people speculating about his whereabouts. I am Anything But Calm.

There’s also this post, presumably from One or Three but it’s hard to tell cuz Three didn’t start signing posts until much later and they type pretty similarly, where they tell us we should be grateful for them feeding us and keeping us warm, and it’s tagged with ‘#I wish I was warm.’

So here’s where stuff gets very interesting! Backstory, people! In this post, we start to see some pieces put together. The imagine reads:

IMAGINE: Will Wood invites you into his home for an exclusive performance of I/Me/Myself. You are so excited! But then, he asks you to come down into his wine cellar, explaining that his keyboard is down there. You go down there hesitantly. You don’t realize for several minutes that he did not follow you down here. The only things here are a laptop and a sticky note with the words “POST IMAGINES” written in sharpie. You are so afraid and attempt to leave the way you came in but the door is gone. You are trapped. It is so cold and you just want to see your family again.

So that’s horrifying!! But it gives us insight into how the mods were probably captured and why they’re running this blog. It’s a great blog. 10/10, doesn’t make me solve codes. Oh wait.

After that post, -- which I am assuming comes from Three, -- we’re treated to a bunch of morse code that the wonderful Nigel was kind enough to translate for me:

They then added in a reblog, “It seems I have made a typo! I meant mod 1 won’t let me speak, I am mod 3.” So, it seems like One is trying to quiet any cries for help.

This is shortly thereafter followed by this post from the 11th, and to quote directly, it says:

IMAGINE: Inside of the cellar basemeant, there is a suit. It is tempting but Weill said you are not allowed to touch. YOu know you want to. Touch it. he is guarding it. he is hiding something. follow for more will woof imagines.

So that’s riddled with typos, and if you stick them all together you just get eeOf so I’m gonna assume that all this means is that this post is courtesy of Two. There’s also a skeleton circled so maybe Will has previous victims or something? Who knows.

On the 12th, we have a couple posts, one about being in Will’s basement and watching him cosplay the onceler, another about Will being vaguely inhuman. Don’t know how important that is but I’m gonna make note of it anyway, because Will being inhuman especially might make sense for some stuff.

The next seemingly important post is this one:

So this one is probably about Two, my evidence being this post and the fact that, following this, Two gets significantly worse at spelling and more confused about what’s going on with their captivity. My best guess is that Two gets in trouble either for the lack of imagines OR they did touch the suit from that earlier imagine and now they know something that they shouldn’t. Either way, Will takes him away and brainwashes??? Lobotomizes??? Bite of ‘87s???? Idk???? I’m gonna go with lobotomy, it seems the most accurate to Two’s behavior from here on out, I really have no idea but he comes back Very Different. And in the tags it says ‘Laplace’s Angel 2:14!’ and the line at that time is “Somebody, help me!” so you know, pretty straightforward cry for help.

Though it makes me think that in the cellar, they are probably limited to interaction with only things directly connected to Will Wood, which is why “as a treat” they watch the documentary and they communicate with his music like this. They’re not allowed any media other than his.

Anyway, here’s an important note: From this point forward, Two is an unreliable narrator. Everything he says from here on out should be taken with a pillar of salt. (H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault!)

So with that in mind, the next post of importance is this one, a conversation that goes Three, One, and then Two. Two says Will let them watch the documentary as a treat, One tells them to stop making it seem like Will is holding them captive, and Three just says “movee :-)”. Which, fair enough.

The next posts that are worth noting are this one, where Three simply says “mental anguish” and One shuts them down saying that no one on the blog is experiencing that, and threatens them in the tags, and then this one where someone is being silenced.

There’s this post, which in the website version of their blog links to itself, I don’t know how or why or if that matters but if someone figures something out with that, please let me know. There’s also this imagine, which is about bodyswapping with Will -- storywise, I don’t think this is something that really happens, -- but it’s tagged with ‘#I miss my family.’ So that’s Not Good.

There’s some posts in between solidifying that despite this wackiness, the mods are indeed still friends. And then we go straight back into absolute horror with this post:

And so evidently they are Less Than Okay and probably being held captive by Will Wood. It’s immediately followed by this morse code, presumably from Three because he seems to use morse where One uses binary, and when deciphered, it reads: “I am blinking. Hear my cry.” Three’s post is then followed by One trying to shush them once more, saying:

“[W]e at Willwoodimagines would like to apologize for last night. We might have, perhaps, made it seem as if we are being held in a wine cellar against our Will (Wood), and that some of us have been down here for six years, and that we may miss our families, but I, Mod 1, would like to remind you that we are fine and need no help! Cheers!:) #We are NOT blinking. At all. #Not at all. No blinking from us! Blinking? Aha! Not at all.”

So what can be gathered from this is that they’re absolutely being held in Will Wood’s wine cellar, and some of them have been there for six years, and they miss their families, are NOT fine, definitely need help, and are CERTAINLY blinking. Also the random bolded letters spell “help” again.

Then there’s this post, which Nigel translated for me (ty man ily):

We also have this crudely-drawn map from Two, but it doesn’t seem to be related to anything. Anyway, the address is totally garbled, yep, but nonetheless if you put it into Google you get the address for a relatively poorly-rated landfill in New Jersey:

So clearly someone picked up on that, because then we have an ask from an anon who wants to know what the recycling situation is where they are being held. One seems very confused by this question, and Two pipes in saying that have a trashcan. Their confusion would make me assume this is the wrong address, but I don’t actually have to assume, because One(?) confirms it later with this post containing binary that can be translated to read:

“oh god the address was wrong i don't know where we fucking are help“

So you know, concerning! This is immediately followed by another ask, this one in binary. The conversation goes:

“Are you good?” “Absolutely not”

Which kinda speaks for itself. There’s also a quiz they made and I took it to see if there was any lore and uh apparently I’m most like One, so that’s poggers, I think? Idk there wasn’t any lore though. There is this post where Three says that Two’s favorite song isn’t a Will Wood song, and One threatens to knock them the fuck out, and I’m adding this as a point to my theory that they’re unallowed to consume media unrelated to WW. They make up though, so it’s fine.

It gets more quiet and more confusing for a while, Three saying “wake up” and this post being tagged with ‘#I’m cold and I am afraid.’ Two leaves again, Three goes quiet cuz they’re having a rough time, Two hates being smol-bean-ified and is behind held below One and Three, who seem to be in the same room? They’re also all starving, and Three could be an arsonist if you let them out.

Blah blah, they called me out and I cried about it, and NOW we’ve reached the 100-follower-special. Thank fuck.

Three posts this, it leads to binary, and that binary says:

“Listen carefully. The video that Will (Wood) be posted is extremely important. Do not skip it.“

This is immediately followed by this video of Two sprinting through the woods, presumably to freedom, if you read the tags. Three follows that with another post, saying “It has begun.” One shuts them down again in this post, but it links to binary that says:

“hello? can you read this? mod 2 is free! and hopefully will be coming back for us both. you all did absolutely nothing to help so i'm not thanking you for this. however i am thanking you for following us all! you've given us moral support thank you, mod 1“

As I’ve said earlier, I’m fairly certain that their captor is Will and he has access to this tumblr, which is why One especially is trying to be quiet about this. Like in this post where they apologize for the insanity on the blog, which links to binary, and it reads:

“we’re not in ddlc. i am not monika. listen to me closely. mod 3 and i are still stuck here. we have been posting cries for help for weeks. go look for them! they’re like easter eggs. just for you! thank you, mod 1“

DO I LOOK LIKE I’M COLLECTING EGGS YET??? DO I??????? Anyway, I got named the official lore account so now I’m fucking trapped here, and then we get some posts about how Two has made it to a McDonald’s.

Then One posts yet another apology, with two links. Link one directs you to a groupchat between the three mods, detailing Two’s escape and everyone’s very odd adoration for fast food. But then again, Three says they’ve been eating slop for a while, so. Fair enough. To bring back my old commentary about this, though; in this conversation there seems to be a bit of confusion over who exactly put them in the cellar where they’re captured, but as we saw earlier it was indeed Will Wood himself who is keeping them prisoner. However, Two also asserts that very soon he will be able to save One and Three, apparently with the help of Will? So there are two possibilities here:

1. Two is still an unreliable narrator, so it’s a possibility that his lobotomy or whatever has ruined his ability to perceive threats and he is being tricked by Will, who is indeed their captor, and will get thrown back in the cellar with the other two.

2. Something bigger than Will is controlling the situation. It makes no sense that all three mods would remember Will putting them in the cellar if he didn’t. So someone else could be controlling Will, I don’t know. They allude to a person from the documentary and initially I assumed it was Will but I actually haven’t seen the movie (shock and horror, I know, I’m sorry), so maybe it’s someone else and that’s the piece of the puzzle I’m missing? Idk, if you’ve made it this far and you’ve seen the documentary, check the conversation and let me know.

Link two leads to binary, and when translated it becomes:

“i do think it’s less endearing and more terrifying how people on a blogging website care more about my freedom than my own friends and family did i dont need to sign this. you know who it’s from“

Which, maybe, but I love ARGs and Nigel and I are already incredibly invested so whoops. Besides, who’s gonna do it if we don’t?

Anyway!!! I sent an ask in response to some of my confusion for the groupchat, and because One said to keep sending messages. One responded, and I was redirected to even more binary because of course! This time it says:

“THANK YOU FOR ASKING MOD 2 SAID THAT HE HAS INTERACTED WITH WILL. SO I DO NOT THINK WE ARE BEING HELD BY WILL HIMSELF. I BELIEVE MOD 3 KNOWS BUT WHEN I ASKED AGAIN HE JUST TOLD ME THAT IT WAS THE GUY FROM THE MOVIE. THIS WAS NOT VERY HELPFUL THANKS MOD 1 P.S. THIS IS IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I'M VERY EXCITED!!”

Then there were two posts in quick succession, the first one was a new puzzle type! Morse code! And grandma taught me that, so I can tell you it says:

“I think we posted an address once but it was wrong and we got caught doing it. I didn’t like that day. This entire computer has safety settings on it so I can’t just ??? (this looks like a keysmash or something to me?) stop writing. Hold on, I hear something.”

And I would’ve thrown it directly in a translator, but as One acknowledges in their next post with a link to more binary, I had to translate by hand because:

“well! you'll never guess what desktops do to morse code! we're back at binary! anyway. we did post an address but everything went wrong, i don't like thinking about that entire week, the pain was unimaginable! more importantly, though, i've asked mod 3 and he s hold on i think i hear something.“

That post was immediately reblogged with more binary that just says:

“well that’s not good”

Which is horrific!! So I sent an ask, like, ayo homie what the fuck, and I got a response! The text itself is just a dismissal that anything’s wrong, but the bolded text spells out “footsteps” so that’s terrifying! Also Two apparently slept in the McDonald’s parking lot and One slept in a sleeping bag in the cellar.

They posted that this morning when I started working on this post, -- I’ve been here for like eight hours now I think, -- and so I replied expressing my distress that they were active again and One responded with backwards text, which when read normally, says:

“Did you think we were going to sleep forever? The show must go on!”

Death undertones, I dig it.

Anyway, @hotsinglelemonsinyourarea my beloved asked why they were watching @emerald-whale, and One hit back with binary that says:

“you don't think we're watching all of you? tell the lorekeeper to write this one down. sincerely, mod 1″

Which is fucking horrifying, but no worries One, I am writing it down!! I am making a whole ass fucking timeline!! Because I am but a humbled servant that kneels to whatever story you’re trying to tell here. :) Apparently. ::) I hate it here.

Anyway, an anon sent in an ask that is one of the funniest interactions ever:

“ooohhh pizza mozarella pizza mozarella rella rella oohh“

“alright no more lore for you guys until you learn how to behave”

And then Two felt like pitching in as well:

Now keep in mind all of this was posted very fast and I was writing this post, -- still am, whoops, -- so I sent this very stressed ask telling them to SLOW DOWN THE LORE PLEASE IM FUCKING PLEADING as well as asking each mod a question, and I got shot back more binary cuz they hate me but they did answer my questions so the conversation goes:

Me: “One, are you in the same room as Three? What about Two?” One: “yes. no. i miss 2 dearly.” Me: “Two, who did you bite to get out? Two: “the ghuy from the movee !!!! i bit him and sstole hias phone!!!!!! his passw ord was "willwoodsux" :-)” Me: “Three, how long has it been since you’ve consumed any media that isn’t WW related?” Three: “It’s only been a year since I entered the cellar, so not that long ago :-) Around July you're welcome, lorekeeper sincerely, the three mods

So to clarify what and why I was asking:

1. My theory about One and Three being together while Two is separate is confirmed, yay me! Kinda trivial but I want to understand what’s going on in the cellar, so that stuff makes sense in context.

2. I haven’t seen the Will Wood movie, so this means nothing to me! Lucky for me, I have a friend, @indubitablyswag, who has seen it, so I asked them!

They have no fucking clue either!! So I will probably be renting that movie tonight, because this lore is worth money to me now, apparently, -- and I’ve been meaning to see it anyways.

3. Three made a comment about having never seen Ratatouille, which Nigel thought tied into my theory that non-WW things weren’t allowed in the cellar. I think this confirms that, but it actually doesn’t excuse Three from not knowing Ratatouille because it came out much longer than a year ago. (Unless this ARG takes place in a different year? I’ll have to ask about that.)

Then there’s another pizza mozzarella whatever ask, but it’s okay cuz Two fucking murders them.

I got my numbers screwed up and hurt One’s feelings, (IF YOU’RE READING THIS, ONE, IM SORRY, I MEANT THREE!!) something???? hurts, and I have wasted a solid nineish hours of my existence on this.

Then One gave me a whole ass heart attack by asking my favorite flavor of ice cream. (Theirs is birthday cake, apparently.)

I’m posting it before any of those fucks give me any more lore to add to this timeline because I’ve been here for like ten hours and I honestly just Can Not Keep Doing This, so I’ll be back with more theories later, -- especially after I’ve seen the movie.

In the meantime, au revoir, I’m gonna go have a stroke. I hope you guys are pleased with your lorekeeper. Cuz if you’re not then literally what has this been for? :::))

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