#poor bby got their tongue stuck ;_;

[gotchibam]

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[dr4cking]

Hello lovely - Could plz you do draco smut on the hogwarts express with breeding kink? but they keep going after he finishes 😶‍🌫️🤪

Hogwarts Express.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : hii bby thank you for requesting, this one is wild i admit and was kinda hard to write but i like it nonetheless 😩💞

the 9 3/4 platform are full of wizards and witches coming back from their home, hagrid already waiting and calling them to come inside the train, but he still waited as he saw the blonde haired guy still standing outside.

“malfoy, you gonna miss the train if you keep standing there!” hagrid shouted at him getting impatient by the time.

“a minute hagrid. i’m waiting for my girlfriend!” hagrid rolled his eyes at him taking a seat on the nearest bench while the train already honking at them.

finally, draco spotted his girlfriend running to him with her belongings, he quickly wrapped the girl in his arms.

“hey my love, how’s your summer?” draco asked taking her stuff in his hand helping her as both of them now entering the train.

“it was good i had so much fun with my parents! what about you?”

“it was nice i guess but it would be better if you were there with me..” y/n chuckles at her boyfriend.

“next time i promise, pinky promise!” he laughs as he opened the empty cabin and motioning y/n to go inside.

“why dont we sit with our friends, dray?” y/n asked him in confusion while draco placing her stuff in the trunk.

“i miss you too much to sit with them today, love” draco sits beside her, cupping her face in his hands as he finally gets the taste of her after being separated from summer break, y/n kissed him right back until they broke the kiss.

draco and y/n talked about how their break, random things for hours as the train still on its way to hogwarts, y/n is currently eating her snacks that she bought from the trolley lady but she stops when she watched draco swished his wand and the window covered instantly. she widen her eyes as one of draco’s hands squeezed her thigh under her skirt and rubbing small circles on it, she looks up at him who now held a lustful gaze in his eyes.

“draco.. not here.” y/n warned him but its only made his hand trailed higher, draco gives her a cheeky smirk.

“cant blame me.. you’re too hot to resist and i cant wait until we get to hogwarts i miss you too much..” draco leans into her face biting and licking her earlobe then kissing her jaw making the girl letting out soft whimpers.

“b-but what if someone comes in, draco? its too risky.”

“and thats what it made this more fun, right?” draco chuckles lowly as he took out his wand from his pocket and casted a locking and silencing spell at the door.

“you’re unbelievable” y/n laughs, her hand removing his blazer and unbuttoning his black shirt and draco does the same to her.

“i can tell you that you wanted this too. i bet you’re thinking of me while touching yourself in your room, wishing it was my fingers instead, hmm?” y/n moaned at his dirty words she hated to admit but it was true.

“use your words and answer me.” draco slapped her thighs making her gasped.

“y-yes” she stutters as he starts to rubbing her from her panties.

“yes what?”

“yes draco.. p-please touch me” y/n begged desperately at him getting more aroused at his touch.

“i’m touching you.”

“no.. you know what i mean, dray..” y/n leaned back to her seat and widen her legs for draco making him chuckles deeply.

“you’re just a needy slut, aren’t you?” y/n nodded eagerly at him, running her hands around his bare chest and abs causing him to rolled his eyes back at her simple touch.

“yes i am, please i need you” draco pulled down her panties throwing it to her side, y/n’s breath got stuck in her throat as his thumb made a contact with her clit.

a moan left her lips as he thrusted his fingers into her, she quickly put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans making draco stop.

“dumb slut, be as loud as you can i’ve casted a muffliato.” draco put her hand off of her mouth and replacing it with his lips instead, he kissed her roughly, their tongue dances together fighting for dominance. draco won of course as y/n moan into the kisses when he inserts his fingers back into her and starts to pumping faster.

y/n’s hand going down to his clothed boner rubbing it causing draco to let out a hiss but he quickly slap her hand away.

“you dont get to touch me. dont be a bad girl or you wont get to cum” draco curls his fingers inside her and thrusting faster hitting her spot making y/n squirmed in her seat.

“draco please i’m so close..” and with that draco pulled out his fingers making y/n whining in frustration.

“not yet little slut” he pulled y/n from her seat and stood her up against the window.

draco quickly unbuckled his belt and and letting his trousers falls onto the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooking one of her legs to his waist as he lining his cock up and down her slit.

“beg for it, slut.”

“please dray please please fuck me fill me up with y- ah- yes- oh my god!” y/n screaming out loud instantly as draco gave her no warning and pushed his cock all the way inside of her, he gives her no time to adjust as he starts to rocking his hips against her.

“fuck you’re so tight- wrapping my cock so tight.. such a good girl-” draco pounding into her harder and faster making both of them feeling heavenly. one of his hands squeezing her breast, twirling and pinching her hard nipple making y/n dug her nails deeper on his back.

draco’s thrust getting sloppier as he feels the knot tighten in his stomach, he forced his cock deeper inside her nearly brushing her cervix making y/n screaming louder.

“i’m gonna cum.. please let me cum!” y/n pleaded at him cant hold her high anymore as draco doubled up her pleasure by rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“shit- cum baby, now.” y/n came instantly with loud moan left her lips after he said that, her legs began to shake, her walls clenching and pulsing around him making his cock throbbing inside her.

“thats it- ‘m gonna fill you up baby, stuffing you full with all my hot cum, fucking hell-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all of his cum into her, spraying his cum inside her filling her up like he promised, he ride out their high.

fuck, he was still hard.

draco made no move to pull out, he captured y/n’s lips back on his as he still rocked in and out of her snapping his hips against her making the girl moaned again.

“im not done yet with you baby, now bend over the seat” y/n obeyed getting into the position, getting all fours, draco gives her a few spanks on her ass making them printed with his hand print.

“safeword?” draco said as he lining his cock back on her cunt, their juices making it slippery and made his tip slipped into her causing y/n to winced.

“no need draco, please just fuck me again.” and with that draco slammed his entire length into her, granting her wishes, profanities left their lips.

“such a greedy girl, only for me”

“yes yes only for you, harder please” draco was surprised that y/n hasnt sensitive yet, he thrusted harder and sped up his pace at inhumanly pace, clapping sounds and moans filling the cabin.

“fuck draco!” y/n couldnt contain her scream anymore she only wanted to screaming his name while she came undone around his cock.

“holyshit- y/n!” draco grabbed her neck pulling her up to his chest as he shoots his cum for the second time inside her, y/n moaned feeling so full. draco lazily ride out their highs and pulling out as he softening. their mixed cums dripped out of her and he quickly pushed it back inside. he reached for her panties and pulling it up.

“keep it there, wanna see you walking around with my cum inside you” y/n blushes madly at his order.

they quickly redressing themselves, their bodies feels so sticky. and to their luck the train has stopped at the same time. they quickly bring their stuff before opening the door.

“merlin it smells like sex in here” theodore nott said as he passed through their cabin.

“thats because we just had sex” draco replied without hesitation making the poor guy scrunched his face in disgust.

“you guys are so gross i dont ever wanna sit there again!”

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[inseongsfoxybae]

Lovebirds

Pairing: Boyfriend Hwiyoung + Female Reader; established relationship

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Semi-public sex, rough sex, blowjob/face fucking, oral, fingering, unproteced sex (reader’s on birth control), creampie

Words: +1,9k

Requested by anon: Hi bby, I hope I am not asking for much, but can you please do a smut scenario with Hwiyoung where the reader teases him while they are around their family or the boys and he goes home to teach her a lesson, in short I am asking for a rough sex with Hwiyoung hehe. xoxo

Author’s message: Hey, bb! I had a great time writing this, so I hope you like and enjoy it a lot ❤❤ Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: Who says you can’t make someone else’s special night yours as well?

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After dating Hwiyoung for the past two years, you were part of his family already and his parents and older sister simply treated you as one of them. They loved having you around in their house, whether for a quick dinner or a family trip on weekend.

And today all of you were together on a special night. Your sister-in-law’s boyfriend would finally propose to her, so he and her parents prepared a garden party with all their best friends and closest relatives to create a cozy and romantic mood.

You and Hwiyoung were the first one to arrive, so you could help them to finish the final details. The garden was so beautiful, all lit up and decorated with flowers, their sweet fragrance filling the warm air of that sunset as the guests were everywhere. 

You glanced at Hwiyoung and caught him staring fondly at you, a soft gummy smile showing off his lips when your eyes met. You slowly got closer to him and snake your hands around his waist, pecking his neck. 

“Like what you see?”, you asked teasingly at him, fingers tracing soft patterns over his clothed chest. 

“I love it”, Hwiyoung answered, brushing his nose on your cheek. “And I can’t wait to get home and have you all for me”, he whispered very close to your ear, making you shiver in places you couldn’t deal with at that moment. 

Honestly, you’ve been a little needy all day, but you shrugged it off and focused only on your event, trying not to spoil such a special day for your boyfriend’s family. But now you knew Hwiyoung felt the same way and you were willing to tease him the best you can, so maybe you could earn a reward when you got home later.

During dinner, taking advantage of the long towel covering the table and falling on her legs, one of your hands slowly slid up over Hwiyoung’s thighs, rubbing softly his covered muscles, feeling him tensing when your fingers got too close to his crotch. 

“What do you think you are doing, babe?”, he murmured against your ear, faking a smile to the people around you. 

“Just what you want, love”, you whispered back, smiling genuinely while enjoying his nervous expression. 

Your hand kept traveling up and down his thigh, hovering over his hardening cock, but never touching it for real. You deliciously watched his clenched jaw and tension face, knowing he was using all his strength to not fuck you right there and then. And, at the same time, you felt your arousal soaking your pussy, begging to be touched, to be filled. 

The fiance-to-be called all the guests to the center of the garden, claiming that he had an important announcement to tell you. Of course all of you knew what was about to come already, but you still have to fake surprised faces because of your confused sister-in-law. 

You and Hwiyoung stayed behind in that crowd of curious eyes and your eager boyfriend took that chance to wrap his arms around you and pulled you close to him, hands roaming all over your waist and hips, tracing the curves of your body in that tight dress. 

“Oh? What is this?”, Hwiyoung wondered, feeling nothing under your clothes. “No panties?”, he silently exclaimed into your ear, hips traveling down your neck and shoulders. 

“I’ve wanted you all day”, you breathed quickly, wiggling your hips against his hard dick that was poking your butt, eliciting a groan from his throat. 

Hwiyoung’s hands gripped your hips and still them against his crotch, slowly rubbing your ass on him, low moans escaping from both of your mouths as the crowd cheered for the couple in the center of the garden. 

“Youngkyun”, you gasped, trying to muffle your pants to a minimum.

“I want you too, babe. And I can’t wait any longer”, he breathed behind your ear and pulled into the house, immediately locking his lips with yours when you entered the room. Hwiyoung messily led you to his bedroom, breathless at the feeling of you unbuttoning his shirt on the way. 

You plopped into the bed with him hovering over you, faces just inches away from each other while his hand traced the curves of your clothed breasts and stomach, eyes attentively watching your teeth biting your bottom lip. His slenders fingers slid under your dress and found your dripping pussy, your juices were going down your inner thighs at this point.

“I’m gonna wreck you tonight, babe”, Hwiyoung growled with a devilish smirk on his lips before grounding his face into yours, hungrily kissing you as your head was spinning in anticipation. 

“Kyun”, you managed to breath when he parted for air, “the guests might hear us”. 

“So you better keep quiet”, he groaned, “or they’ll know what a little dirty girl you are”. 

His hoarse low tone made you shiver, the thought of being heard or caught turned you on even more, as you pulled Hwiyoung closer to your body. 

“So fuck me already”, you teased, hand reaching to palm his throbbing dick against his trousers. 

Hwiyoung got up and wasted no more time to take off his clothes as you did the same with your dress. He pushed you on the bed again and crawled up on you until his hard cock was the same level to your face. You gave him a long lick and pecked his leaking tip before swallowing all of him you could into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, his breathy moans a sweet melody for you ears. 

One of your hands reached to stroke what you couldn’t take, as the other one massaged his balls. All the pleasure made Hwiyoung started to fuck downwards into your mouth, making tears roll down your cheeks and mix with the drool that scaped from the corners of your mouth. 

Your blows met his thrusts in a faster pace now, his deep moas and heavy hisses filling the dimly lit room. His movements were getting sloppy and you could feel his dick twitching inside your front.

“M’gonna cum”, he growled and with one last unforgiving thrust against your throat, his hot seeds filled your mouth, making you choke and cough with the thick liquid, but you swallowed all of him anyway. 

Hwiyoung pulled his member out of your mouth, a long strip of drool and cum connecting them as you stared at him with a proud smile on your face. He smirked and moved to the space between your parted legs, ready to return the favor. 

“That’s my good girl”, he mumbled very close to your heat. “I think you need a reward now”, he said, giving a generous lick to your soaked pussy and kissing your swollen clit, your juices covering his lips and making him even prettier and hotter.

You wanted to moan loud, having your throat screaming his name shamelessly, but you didn’t want the guests to ruin your private party, so you tried your best to control your moans. Poor your bottom lip, being mercilessly abused by your teeth. And poor sheets, being grabbed with all the strength of your wrists. 

Hwiyoung’s tongue licked, sucked and circled your clit harshly, making you see stars under your shut eyelids. His long fingers teased your entrance, two of them slowly thrusting into your dripping hole, your juices making his movements easier. 

He wanted to hear your moan loud, screaming his name, cursing freely into the cool air of the room. However, he didn’t want to be caught fucking you so good on his sister’s party. 

Fucking you… His favorite activity during steamy nights, when he could let himself get lost in you, when he could feel you closer to him, in every way possible, when he could forget all his worries and exhaustion. 

His head got lost in those thoughts, causing the ministrations of both his tongue and fingers to increase against your pussy. You could barely hold out your moans at this point, struggling hard to keep them stuck on your throat. You felt the knot into you tighten and your body squirmed as your orgasm was near. 

A sequel of heavy breaths and a long mewl broke free from your mouth as you came undone over Hwiyoung’s fingers, legs shaking hard as your head was cloudy. Hwiyoung crawled up over your body to kiss you, your juices covering his lips and mixing with your saliva as he made you taste yourself into his mouth. You could feel his dick hard again against your stomach and pulled him closer, making him landing on top of your sweaty body. 

“Fuck me for real now, Kyun”, you moaned into his lips, hips slowly bucking up to grind against his cock. “I want you in”. 

“You will regret this, babygirl”, he groaned against your skin, his mouth now attacking your sensitive neck. 

“Wreck me”, you breathed a last time before squealing at him harshly penetrating you, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size. 

His thrusts were fast, deep, rough while his teeth abused the soft skin of your neck and shoulders, leaving purple love marks on the way. Both of your heavy breaths and low moans echoed into the room. Your mouth took a good bite of his shoulders to muffle your uncontrollable cries, nails digging into his muscled back, breasts bouncing with the violence of his thrusts.  

Occasionally, Hwiyoung slowed down his movements and you could feel his prominent veins pulsing into your pussy. In one of these breaks, he changed your positions, so now you were on top of him, legs straddling him, chest against chest, as he picked up a pace of merciless upwards thrusts. 

You felt his dick twitching into your hole. He felt your walls clenching around his member. At this point, neither of you could hold back your moans and cries anymore - all the pleasure and the cacophonous sound of his body slamming against yours were driving you both crazy. 

A few rough deep thrusts later and you clenched helplessly against him, your waters washed over him. The feeling of your orgasm pushed him over the edge too and he came into you, his hot cum filling you up to the brim. 

Hwiyoung pulled out to make it easier for you to recover your breath, both of your fluids slipping down from your pussy to inner thighs. You laid down beside him and he put an arm over your waist, softly rubbing your back as you snuggled closer to his sweaty chest. 

“How do you feel?”, he broke the silence when you came back to your senses. 

“So good”, you sighed, finally feeling satisfied for the day. Both of you giggled, tired and relieved, cuddling for a little longer before you made out the party happening out there. 

“Maybe we should take a shower and get back to the party”, Hwiyoung talked as if he was reading your mind and you nodded.

“Nobody heard us, right?”, you suddenly wondered before getting up off the bed. 

“Of course not. All of them are too busy enjoying the lovebirds out there”, he chuckled. 

You took his hand and walked into the bathroom to wash yourselves and get ready to face the world out there again. As soon as you left the house and reached the garden, your sister-in-law came closer and smirked at you.

“Enjoyed the night, lovebirds?”, she teasingly whispered to you and both of your hearts jumped into your rib cages, watching some awkwards smiles in your direction.

And the two of you knew at this point: you fucked up. 

[buglife]

Shh I got inspired by those doodles I did of Monomon and sick bby Quirrel so I wrote a ficlet.

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It had been a few months since Monomon found a tiny pip rolling around the trash in the City of Tears. She thought at first that it was some sort of ball that some child had lost. Then it sneezed, which scared the hell out of her. She had looked closer and she was surprised to see a nearly transparent pip crawling around the garbage. The poor thing was dented up and was attempting to eat a discarded cloak. When he saw her, he hissed and curled up into a ball, thinking that if he couldn’t see her, than she couldn’t see him. She had picked him up, this little shivering ball of tenacity, and took him with her.

One thing lead to another and she had found herself as an adoptive mother to a baby isopod. The doctor she took him too told her that he shouldn’t even be out of the pouch, let alone being all by himself. Either he was abandoned or something unfortunate happened to his mother, and having the guard investigate gave her no answers. She decided that it was probably going to be a mystery forever, and decided to focus her energy on raising her newly acquired son.

She had named him Quirrel, after an old philosopher who often wrote about the beauty of the world. She somehow knew he’d be able to see the world for the beautiful thing as it is and not be focused on the doom and gloom of it all. She was a scientist, so of course she could find beauty in even the smallest micro-organism and all the way to the desolate wastes. Something told her he’d see it too.

Her high hopes proved to be true, as he turned out to be a rather clever little pip. He was still far too young for speech, or even to be roaming about by himself, so she decided to conduct a little experiment. Sign language wasn’t uncommon in Hallownest, but most non-hindered bugs tended to learn it after they have mastered speech and not before. What if she taught Quirrel, a little pip, some sign language now?

Her experiment bore fruit, and he learned some signs quickly. It was only a few words now that were simple to sign. He was still a baby and lacked the fine motor control for the more complex signs, but he could at least tell her when he was hungry or if he wanted something. She imagined that this experiment could do a lot of good in the end.

What concerned her however, was the lack of actual noise he made.

Quirrel was an incredibly quiet baby at he beginning. He simply refused to make much noise at all, and when he did, he flinched as though expecting to be punished for it. It had taken weeks of positive reinforcement before he started making the noises a little pip was expected to be making. It was very endearing to see him babbling and having her students babble back at him. His tiny eyes would light up and he’d wiggle in excitement before continuing the ‘conversation’. Even with all the encouragements from both her and her students, he still preferred to be quiet, napping through most of the day whilst in her pip pocket. That was normal for an isopod this young, but it was still concerning that he felt that he had to stay quiet.

That changed early one morning when he started to audibly fuss. Usually he’d just try to escape when bored, writhing about and trying to climb out of the pocket. But today, at the most ungodly early hour, he was making noises, squeaking and hissing in what seemed to be discomfort. Monomon had at first though he was hungry, but he outright refused his usual leaf paste. She tried tiktik bits, sliced fruit, and even a cookie, but he refused it all and grew increasingly more frustrated with each rejected food item.

She had tried asking him to tell her what was wrong through sign language, but he was either unwilling or unable to bother with it.

Finally he had enough, and began to wail, loudly. She had never heard him make a noise that loud before and it startled her enough to spill the juice she was trying to tempt him with all over herself. He only stopped loud enough to take a breath before belting out another heaving cry, little eyes overflowing with tears as he made his discomfort known.

“Shhhh….shhhh...it’s okay, my little one.” She attempted to try and comfort him, but he just wailed louder.

Concerned, she picked him up and tucked him under her chin, trying to soothe the sobbing pillbug, when she noticed what could be causing all this pain. His forehead was burning hot, and he was faintly shivering as he bawled into her veil. It wasn’t hard to figure out that her pip was ill and she plucked him out from her embrace to take a better look at him.

There were bags under his eyes and his face was tinged blue with heat. He had his mandibles open wide enough when crying that she can see some swelling in the back of his throat. She gently palpitated his belly and could feel the organs within twist and with every movement he cried harder. So, he was nauseous, which made sense on why he would refuse a cookie. Fever, chills, sore throat, most likely he picked something up from one of the students. She mentally kicked herself, she should have made her students wash up before picking him up as they liked to do. She should have not allowed them to give him little smooches and hugs. She should have not brought him with her at all when among the masses of students and archivists that swarmed about her. But she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him all alone, not after what he’d been through.

The fact of the matter is that no amount of hindsight was going to change the fact that Quirrel caught something and was currently not having a very good time about it. His wails were starting to sound raspy and wet, no doubt that his sinuses were starting to be affected too. The sheer amount of screaming wasn’t helping matters and her thoughts raced on what she should do.

“Modern Manca Medicine, Chapter Seven, pages nine through ten,” She recited out loud as she recalled one of the many books she absorbed after taking Quirrel in, “Common treatment options for sickly manca and juvenile pillbugs include swaddling and standard fever reduction tactics for most invertebrates. Hrm... Grubs and You: A New Mother’s Guide, Chapter Nine, page twelve. When a child refuses to eat, honey is a suitable way to provide needed nutrition and slip in medication without upsetting the stomach. Hrm... that would work, wouldn’t it?”

Quirrel continued his crying, rapidly losing his voice, and she brushed a kiss on the top of his head to comfort him. His antenna twitched and his sobbing died down just a teensy bit, but it was enough for her to notice. He must have smelled her and realized she was going to help him, his eyes were too full of tears to be much use to him at the moment. She grabbed a spare blanket and wrapped him up tightly to deal with the shivers. He instantly stopped wriggling so hard and she managed to slip him back into the pip pocket without much incident.

Next, a cool cloth was needed. She needed to bring down his fever so he could rest. That wasn’t too hard to find. She ended up tying the wet cloth on his head like you would a kerchief, pinning down his antenna so they can cool down as well. She was quite happy to find that after she did that, he had stopped his wailing. He was still making noises of discomfort, squeaking and hiccupping, but he wasn’t outright screaming anymore. Her auditory organs was most happy with that turn of events for sure.

“Herbal Remedies for the Modern Bug, Chapter two, pages one through twenty.” She floated quickly to her herb cabinet, selecting dried bundles here and there. Lemon balm for fever, mint and ginger for his stomach, marshmallow root for his throat, maybe licorice root too? Lavender and Chamomile to help him sleep so he can focus on getting better, yes, that should do it. She mentally ran through the list, using a free set of tentacles to rock Quirrel gently. For now he seemed content to stay in his pocket, squeaking here and there as he braved through his illness. Poor little pip...she resolved to give him extra cookies once he felt well enough to eat them.

She put a kettle to boil and threw her selected herbs inside to seep and condense. She would have used her alchemical equipment to do this faster, but she didn’t feel like taking him downstairs where there would be students and workers showing up. When Quirrel started fussing again, she replaced his now warm cloth with a freshly cooled one, and he quieted down again.

Finally, the kettle had boiled enough and she strained the liquid into a bowl. Next, she took out a jar of honey and began the delicate procedure of making medicine that won’t be instantly spat out by a fussy grub. She calculated that a 2:1 ratio should work the best as he would be less likely to spit up something that tasted relatively good. Eventually, she mixed up a small cup full of her makeshift medicine and retrieved a clean eyedropper. Calculating body weight, she drew up half a measure, and with that finished she went to attempt to give it to Quirrel.

He, of course, put up a fuss, and began screaming again. She understood why, he wasn’t feeling well and his belly was hurting. The last thing he would want right now was something to go down into said hurting belly and she was not surprised when he tried to bite her a few times. Unfortunately for him, Isopods are not known for being able to do much more than nibble. Using that to her advantage, she let him latch on to the end of one of her tentacles, letting him get nice and occupied, and then shoved the end of the eyedropper into the corner of his mouth. The medicine was squirted down his throat before he could do anything to stop it and for that he bit her harder. He even hissed a little and it would be adorable if he wasn’t feeling so poorly.

He let go to scream again, but then stopped and stuck out his tongue. He was obviously tasting the honey now, and he loved honey. Monomon sighed in relief, at least next time she gave him a dose she wouldn’t get bit for her troubles. He opened his mouth a couple times and blinked, looking up at her face. He lifted up his hands and wiggled them.

“Abah?” He sniffled, trying to clear his throat and sinus.

“Hrm, what do you want, my little scholar?” She was pleased to not longer see him screaming. “Use your hand words.”

He made two fists and bumped them together. <”more,”> he signed.

“Of course, you can have more honey. I think you deserve it, after putting up with all that.”

He seemed happy with the idea, and she was able to give him another teaspoon of honey before he signed ‘done’ at her. His little belly could only take so much now and she took the time to wipe his face clean. He fussed at the cleaning, but yawned once she finished. Clearly the medicine was starting to work, his breathing was better and feeling his gut showed that it was settling down. She gave him a nuzzle and a kiss and tucked him back into his pip pocket. He was asleep nearly instantly and she gently strapped the pocket to herself once more.

Once he was secure she floated downstairs and was once again, swept up into the chaos of the Archives. Someone had accidentally released the charged lumaflies and they were setting books on fire.

Thankfully, Quirrel slept through the whole thing.

[marveloussupernerd]

Yoosung is so under appreciated in this fandom >:( if you could write about cooking in the kitchen with Yoosung that would be fantastic >:)

YES poor sweet bby Yoosung. I get why ppl think he maybe doesn’t have a personality esp in other routes but also ... he do b a college student I don’t have a personality either JSJSJ

Cooking - Yoosung Kim

Summary: Yoosung is best boy. And best boyfriend. He wants to make you a special dinner since you just moved in with him and you offer to help

You had finally unpacked the last of your boxes. You were officially moved into Yoosung’s apartment. With all the threats of the hacker, which shouldn’t have been much of a big deal since Seven and V supposedly took care of them... but Yoosung wasn’t sure. He was stressed with you in that apartment. Still, it wasn’t until the next school year came along that he was looking for a new apartment to lease and offered to look for a larger one so you could move in.

You had stayed the night at Yoosung’s dozens of times, but this was different. The energy was different. You never had to worry about what time you were going home. It was like every second was a date. But also, it was going to be hard to stay focused working from home with him by your side. All an adjustment, but more than worth it to stay with your perfect boyfriend.

The two of you were sprawled out on the couch, exhausted but satisfied with your hard work moving everything in. Yoosung’s head rested on your shoulder; he pushed off from his position to look at you. “Can I make you dinner? Anything you want,” he offered.

“Oh it’s chill. We can just get a pizza.” The last thing you needed right now was a mess in the kitchen. Making food was way too much work.

“B-but!” He protested, his voice cracking, “this is our first night living in the same house together. And you want to celebrate it with pizza!?”

You shrugged. “I’m really craving pizza.”

“Have you ever made pizza?” Oh boy. It was like a lightbulb went off over his head. He was always overcomplicating things, but that’s one of the reasons you loved him so much.

“Of course. I feel like everyone’s done that at like a sleepover before.”

“You’ve done that at a sleepover!?” He seemed to not believe you. “I’ve... never done it before. But we could try! If you’re willing to help me out.”

You sighed, pushing yourself off the couch to stand up. “I would’ve been totally fine with just ordering but... of course I’ll show you. I don’t know how well I remember though.”

He was pulling up a recipe as you spoke, just in case you did forget a part or two. But it seemed like he would rather learn from you, as he set the phone face-down on the counter and focused on you, rolling up your sleeves. “First we need dough. I’m imagining you don’t have frozen pizza dough here.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“That’s okay! Technically we could make it from scratch but... you don’t have any yeast, do you?”

He shook his head no again, his ears heating up red. “I didn’t realize that was a thing to have.”

You giggled. “That’s okay! We can improvise.” He grabbed his phone while you turned to the fridge, sorting through to find anything that could be used as the crust.

“Got it!” You called, pulling out a roll of Pillsbury crescent roll dough. “This will work just fine. You wanna open it up and try and make it into a nice flat pizza shape?”

He took the roll from you eagerly, smacking it against the table to open it up. “I love this stuff. I think it’ll work pretty well.”

“Now while you do that... we need sauce. You have any sauce?” You turned back to look at him, tongue stuck out as he concentrated on smushing the sides of the dough together.

“Huh!?” He looked up at you. “Oh, yeah. It should be in the little side door thingy in the fridge.”

Well Ragù was admittedly not your first choice, but how different could pizza and pasta sauces be? (AN: as an Italian who makes both homemade... they rlly aren’t too different and I’ve def made pizza w pasta sauce before oop)

You set the jar of sauce next to Yoosung. “This is shaping up to be a very nice pizza. Now how about cheese?”

His grin on his face widened. “I’ve got a ton of different cheeses. Makes me feel fancy.” He abandoned his workstation to walk to the fridge with you, opening it up and opening a drawer which had just... wow... a lot of cheese. “We’ve got parmesean, mozzarella, brie, provolone, American...”

“Mozzarella. That’s the traditional kind.”

“The shredded kind or the string cheese kind?” He asked. You wanted to laugh but... oh boy he was serious.

“Shredded, Yoosung.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry. You’re so sweet and cute.”

“Don’t call me cute,” he pouted, tossing the bag of shredded cheese to the counter. “I’m very mature.”

“Of course you are,” you teased. “You do have like a million different kinds of cheeses.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes, then making his way back to the dough. It looked pretty good honestly. You grabbed a baking tray and set the dough on it. “Now we can add the sauce and start jazzing it up,” you instructed.

Yoosung got to work on the sauce. Or... opening the jar of sauce. He was putting a lot of muscle into it, but it was not working.

“You need some help, Baby?” You offered, batting your eyelashes at him so he wouldn’t get mad at the nickname.

“Yes,” he whined, passing the jar to you. “I can’t get it.”

You popped the jar open in a few tries. Granted, it was hard to open. He wasn’t absolutely crazy. “There ya go.”

He made his way behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re so strong. And talented. And smart,” he complimented.

You leaned back into his touch. “So are you. That was tough to open.” You grabbed a spoon and put it in one of his hands that was on your waist. “Help me spread the sauce?” You asked, looking up at him innocently.

He couldn’t say no to your puppy dog eyes. The two of you dipped your spoons into the sauce, plopping down sauce and spreading it out across the dough. He got a little too violent with dropping sauce, splashing some on you by accident. He hadn’t noticed until you jumped, cringing.

“Aw Honey, you’ve got sauce on you!” He exclaimed, setting his spoon down and using the pad of his thumb to gently wipe it off your cheek. “Ah, I-“ he glanced anywhere but to look at you, still flustered by the intimacy of the action. He was so adorable; he had his arms tight around you but was embarrassed by wiping sauce off your face. He let out a sigh and put the sauce-coated thumb into his mouth, sucking off the sauce, his face bright bright red, his eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“I, uh, think the sauce is all done,” you told him, trying to put his attention elsewhere. He jumped, his hand leaving your hips, and made his way over to grab the cheese.

The two of you sprinkled a ridiculous amount of cheese on the pizza, making sure no square inch was uncovered. And with that, you were able to put it in the oven. You hopped up onto the counter to sit and wait, coaxing Yoosung by your side with a tilt of your head.

He stood to the side of your legs, and you rested your hands on his shoulders, later opting to loop them loosely around his neck. “We did pretty good, huh?” You commended, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

“I think it was a great first meal. Well, I don’t know if it’ll taste good yet, but I had fun with it,” he nodded eagerly.

“Yoosung, I’m so happy to be here with you.” You leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Me too.” He pulled you back in before you could completely move back to begin with, connecting your lips right on with his this time, one of his hands settling on your hip and the other on your thigh.

The timer sounded; the pizza was done! Yoosung’s face was bright red, as it always was after you kissed. You’d think he’d be used to it by now, but he wasn’t. He was just as sweet as always. He looked so cute putting on his oven mitts to pull the tray out of the oven. The pizza smelled good. You were just proud that you made something together.

[slasherholic]

Michael Myers headcanons or prompt of him being drugged up as hell while the reader is around??? Really any scenario would be fine. Perhaps, the reader gave him the drugs. Or it was an accident. Or he wanted to try it out, hsdjshdj. Can be SFW or NSFW, bby. I hope you like the request. 💖

This is very loose and light-hearted compared to what I usually write but I hope you guys still enjoy this silly scenario~

Michael Myers x Reader | Wasted!Michael

Crash— the abrupt sound comes from right outside your front door. You are on your feet in less than a second, watching with saucer-wide eyes as the doorknob slowly turns—

Oh. False alarm. It’s only Michael. The still figure hovers in your doorway, the yellow porchlight beating down on his ghostly mask and gory coveralls. Your momentary relief is cut nauseatingly short, however, when Michael takes a lumbering step into the house— and nearly topples to the floor. He regains his balance at the last second, grabbing the wall for support and painting it with crimson in the process.

Sudden concern warps your features. You approach him with slow, cautious steps. Michael is dangerous company on a good day, but intruding on his personal space immediately after his hunt is a sure-fire way to get yourself choked. However, you’re more than willing to make an exception in the present moment. It is clear that something has gone very, very wrong here.

Michael reaches up sluggishly and tugs off his mask. His brown curls fall in a disheveled halo around his face. He stares down at the visage in his hands, blinking slowly, his eyes lingering shut for just a moment too long. You glance again at the blood staining his coveralls.

“…Michael? Is that your blood?” You ask in a soft, placating tone. The question is rhetorical— you know better than to expect a response. In fact, you expect to be ignored completely; but, in blatant defiance of your expectations, Michael’s gaze slowly rises from his mask. He looks you dead in the eye. His brow furrows, and he glares at you like you’ve just pestered him with the most obvious question in the world.

“…Yes.” He mutters.

Your wide-eyed gawk speaks a thousand words. Michael’s speech is slurred and raspy, but that single word rings through your mind with the clarity of a bell. 

Michael continues to glare at you. Then, it seems to click— and you can practically see the moment he realizes that he’s just answered you aloud. His frown deepens even further. Confusion isn’t a look you often see on Michael’s face, but he is currently drowning in it. Your mind begins to race.

Holy fuck. He’s had a stroke. He’s lost too much blood. Shit, he’s dying, isn’t he?

“Oh god, what happened—?” 

You begin, but apparently, Michael doesn’t have time for any more of your questions. He pushes suddenly past you, making a beeline for the kitchen, swaying and stumbling as he goes. You hover nearby and watch with rapidly growing concern as he digs in your freezer with his bloody hands, and pulls out— is that your mint-chip ice cream?? You were trying to hide that from him! 

Too bad though, ‘cause it’s Michael’s now. He hugs it to his chest, scrabbling for a fork in the nearby drawer, and before you can beg him to please get a bowl, he is shoveling it into his mouth straight out of the container and glaring at you like a lion defending its kill. Go on, try to take it from him. See what happens. 

You decide not to test him. You leave Michael alone with his ice cream and bound up the stairs, gathering rolls of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic from the medicine cabinet, hoping that now he’ll sit still long enough for you to tend to him. You hurry back to the kitchen—

—and Michael is gone. Vanished without a trace. So much for sitting still. 

Okay, you think, so maybe he isn’t dying. And he doesn’t seem to be in any pain, either. So what the hell is going on here? He’s almost acting like he’s drunk. Drunk, or possibly on something…

…oh, god. That’s it, isn’t it? Michael is wasted.

You can’t stifle the giggle which bubbles up your throat. A million more questions spring to mind, such as, What did he take? and, How did he get it? and most urgently, Just where has he run off to now?

A crash from the living room is the answer to your question. You are on the scene in seconds. Michael lies sprawled out on his back, unmoving, blinking sluggishly up at the ceiling fan. He must have missed the couch.

“Spinning.” He mumbles up from the floor, slurring his consonants.

“What is? The fan?” You ask, just barely managing to contain your snicker. “Michael, the fan isn’t on…” 

Michael scowls up at the fan in apparent disbelief. He slowly rubs his eyes with his palms and looks again, checking for proof of your absurd claim. Oh, says his expression. Oh.

And so it begins. In the next hour, Michael…

● Gets stuck in the bathroom because he forgets the function of the doorknob. You intervene just in time to save your door from being kicked down (“Michael, you have to turn it! Turn the handle!”)

● Spends a five whole minutes staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror, apparently mesmerized by his appearance— and then another three minutes putting on his mask and removing it again, as if he can’t decide which face he prefers. (This is also the first time you’ve ever caught Michael studying his own reflection, masked or otherwise.)

● Tries to make it up the stairs, ignoring your desperate pleas that he not do that, because he’s going to fall and break his neck. To Michael’s credit, he makes it up three steps before he keels over, finally passing out. You huff and puff as you drag his dead weight back down to the base of the stairs.

You grab a pillow from your bedroom and gently slip it beneath his head. Then, you unzip his coveralls, carefully rolling back his shirt to inspect the damage. You bite your tongue at the sight of his bloodied chest— Michael’s gash is deep, but it’s not life-threatening. His body will heal. You wipe away the blood from his skin with a warm towel and apply bandaging where you can, then sink down in a heap on the floor next to him. Your fingers wind through his hair and you gently knead his curls, drinking in his sleeping form, watching the gentle rise and fall of his broad chest. It’s a rare treat to see Michael this way— sleeping peacefully. Even if it is a weird, drug-induced sleep. You only wish you knew what happened.

Much to your relief, in the morning, the local news channel delivers the answer:

“…An ambulance arrived on the scene shortly after the suspect was incapaticated. Witnesses report that the injured suspect continued to fight upon arrival of the medical staff until being sedated. The only survivor of the ensuing ambulance massacre had this to say:

‘He broke free from the gurney three minutes into the drive. Killed ‘em all. Killed ‘em with his bare hands. We pumped him full of ketamine and he got up like it was nothing… I’ve never seen anything like that before. Never.’

“The suspect is still at large. Authorities have reason to believe that the identity of the escaped suspect may in fact be notorious serial killer, Michael Myers…”

“Jeez.” You exclaim aloud. Ketamine. No wonder he was so out of it.

Michael chooses that exact moment to meander into the living room. He blinks, absentmindedly touching his bandaged chest. He locks eyes with you, and seems to study you for a moment, as if trying to remember something… 

Alas, poor Michael. You’ve already decided that this incident is going to remain your dirty little secret.

[tanadidreamer]

A Mother’s Concern

45 BBY

Minerva leaned against the doorjamb, using the rag in her hands to wipe of the grease from her hyperdrive while she watched Dagorlad dancing around Fenn who was trying to catch him, sticking his foot out to trip the toddler a few times, or tripping over his own two feet a few times. 

Compared to what Jango and Talan -- as well as quite a few of her husband’s fellow warriors -- thought, she wasn’t ignorant to their culture nor was she ignorant to the bond between the two boys in front of her, and she knew how roughly they loved to play. It didn’t take a Jedi to see the fledgling bond there.

“So, figured out the problem with the Melody?” Talan asked as he glanced at her, gold eyes meeting bright blue

“Just a few minor damages to the hyperdrive, nothing that I couldn’t fix.” Minerva says as Fenn just paused, watching Dagorlad curiously before very slowly, and carefully heading to tackle the older boy’s leg, which caused the older boy to nearly topple over once he latched on, giggling evilly as Dagorlad attempted to shake him off.

“You saw that, right?” Talan remarks quietly as he watched the two boys with mild curiosity. 

Minerva just hummed in response as she recognized a familiar buzz in the Force and gave the source a sympathetic look, poor kid’s life was going to be hell if the Jedi found him or if Jax’s bastard of a father got wind of it. 

“That’s the Halcyon side.” Minerva stated as she recalled her last visit to her father. “My father’s always had a knack for detail and reading the situation, wouldn’t surprise me if he’s been teaching Fenn.”. 

“Poor kid.”.

Minerva smiled sweetly at him. “Not really, simply means he’s going to be a lot more graceful then Myles, who’s an absolute klutz.” Minerva says as she thought about her husband, snorting slightly at the memory of one of the times he was chasing her on some Outer Rim world when it was raining. “For a man who’s built like a tank, he’s as graceful as a drunk Weequay.”.

“You’re telling me.” Talan mumbles then out a sigh as Dagorlad ended up tripping again and nearly falling over as he tried to gently pry a giggly toddler off, who was quite adament on his surrender. “Dagorlad, it’s not that hard to shake him off!”.

“’m tryin’!” Dag responds as he glared down at the brat who stuck his tongue out at him. “Oh, ya littl’.....c’mere!”.

“Nuh-uh! T’is mine now!” Fenn declared happily as he nuzzled against the older boy’s leg. “Sur’ender!”.

“Never.”.

Minerva shook her head at that fondly before moving to stand next to Talan and roughly elbowing the younger man. “I understand you’re worried about your brother, I am too but you also have to remember he’s still a kid.” Minerva said quietly as she gave the Mandalorian an unimpressed look, brushing her bangs away from her eyes. “Fenn isn’t even three yet and I’m an outsider. He probably thinks I’m going to yell at him so take a step back, breath and remember he can’t spend his entire childhood training. Even Mandalorian children deserve to have childhoods, because I know how quickly your lives can go to hell.”.

“You don’t.....”.

“Understand? Talan, I have a younger sister. If I were in your place, I would be doing the same. Let me handle this, alright?” Minerva didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened as he cast an annoyed look at her but nod nonethless. “Dagorlad, you do realize that isn’t going to work, right? You need to actually pry him off.”.

Minerva winced in sympathy as Dagorlad let a startled yelp as he jumped a bit then proceed to lose his balance and topple back onto the ground wqith an audible oof which caused Fenn to let out another giggle as he quickly took advantage of the situation and pounced on Dagorlad’s abdomen, knocking the breath out of the poor kid. “Oww......” Dagorlad whined as he stared at the baby.

“Or mimic Myles, whichever fits.” Minerva remarks as she walked over.

“Yield!” Fenn ordered with all the authority a two-year-old could muster.

“’ine.” Dagorlad muttered as Minerva scooped her son up and offered her arm to the little feline hybrid, which he accepted by grabbing her forearm, in turn allowing her to pull him to his feet with ease. “Thast was cheatin’.”.

“Nope, I was offering advice. Not my fault you’re a klutzy little kitten.” Minerva responds as she handed Fenn over to him with a small smile, noticing the blush that creeped over his face. “I grew up with sixteen honorary siblings and cousins, kid. And those were smugglers and pirates, and a bounty hunter. I know how rough things can get.”.

“Yer point?”.

“Quit acting like I’m going to yell at you if Fenn accidentally gets hurt.” Minerva stated as she crouched down to look up at him and ruffle his blond curls, grinning a bit. “I’m not like Illipi. I expect you to keep Fenn outta trouble but that doesn’t mean I expect you to treat him with kid gloves because of me, okay?”.

Dagorlad just remained quiet as he looked down at Fenn who was wrestling with his hand,

“You know when to hold back and when not to, I know Fenn is safe with you and I expect you to keep him safe, and vice versa when he get solder. Think you can handle looking out for him, fluffball?”.

“Yea’.....” Dagorlad mumbled as he looked up at her slightly. “And I’m not fluffy.”.

“Oh, yes you are! Not as fluffy as other Cathar kits I know but still fluffy.” Minerva remarks as she stood and sighed. “And I’m going to make dinner. Try not to let Fenn kick your butt again, he is only two after all.”.

With that, she stood and ruffled his hair again before meeting eyes with Talan again as she went to walk back into the dwelling, taking note of his look before she walked back inside. She knew she could trust Dag to keep Fenn safe and vice versa, if the hum between them said anything.

[choisgirls]

Okay so let's pretend that the RFA were able to talk to their respective MC in a language besides Korean so they've been assuming for the longest time ever that MC can't speak Korean. One day, they come home and hear her singing a song creepily in Korean and once they find her she's just laughing her ass off. How would the RFA react? I'm sorry I just have a sudden urge to see someone write this if your requests aren't open feel free to disregard this~

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long omfg ;A; But I hope I got what you were talking about??? ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -Sinceyou didn’t start out speaking Korean in the chatroom, he just assumed youcouldn’t

               -OOOOOA FOREIGNER, YOOSUNG IS HYPED

               -Afterthe two of you got close, he came home early from his classes one day- notknowing you were in your shared home

               -He wasin the middle of changing, shirt halfway over his head, when he noticedsinging?

               -It wasa standard Korean lullaby, but it was being sung quiet and very slowly

               -HEACTUALLY GOT SO SCARED THAT HE GOT STUCK IN HIS SHIRT

               -Triedto run out of the house, thinking it was a ghost, but ran into the wall-resulting in him falling on his ass

               -Youpull the shirt off his head, asking if he was alright

               -“MCWE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE, THERE’S A GHOST!!!! A G H O S T!!!”

               -He’sup on his feet, trying to drag you out of the house yoosung what about yourshirt

               -“Aghost? What do you mean? What makes you say that?”

               -“Ijust heard someone sing this lullaby all slow and creepy and we just, WE GOTTAGO”

               -Superconfused when you bust out laughing

               -omgyou weren’t laughing at the fact he had no shirt on, were you???

               -“Thatwasn’t a ghost, I was singing!”

               -Onesecond, two seconds, three seconds…. ding! Light bulb!

               -“Youlearned a Korean lullaby? When did you do that?”

               -“Uh,years ago. When I learned Korean. Didn’t you know that?

               -whenyou fuckin’ WHAT

               -He iscompletely mindblown to find out you speak Korean??

               -Thoughnow he’s really embarrassed aboutjust assuming you didn’t know the language

               -Superhappy to talk in either language, it makes him feel cool tbh

               -iscompletely pissed off when he finds out you sent a video of him running intothe wall to saeyoung

*ZEN:

               -Healways asks for an extra copy of his scripts in *insert mc native languagehere* so you can practice with him!!

               -Younever understood why he did that, maybe he was just trying to be nice?

               -But healways did that with you? With everything?

               -AnyDVD’s, CD’s, absolutely anything he brings home is in your native language

               -Doeshe think you’re more comfortable that way?

               -Obviously,you appreciate it but it’s kind of like…..

               -There’sno need to go so out of his way to do all of that for you!

               -Oneday, you were taking a shower and decided to sing one of the songs from hismost recent play

               -Youlove Zen and love that he’s happy with his career but god daMN THAT SONG ISSTUCK IN YOUR HEAD AND YOU ARE BEYOND DONE WITH IT

               -So youmade fun of it by singing ridiculously, trying different voices, tones,anything you can think of

               -All ofa sudden, the bathroom door is thrown open, slamming against the wall

               -"MCIS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU SINGING LIKE THAT?? HAVE MY WORDS TOUCHED YOU SO DEEPLYTHAT YOU KNOW THEM BY HEART, DISPITE THEM BEING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE?”

               -Youjust poke your head out of the shower to stare at him, watching as he starts totalk to himself about how beautiful his voice must for you to have learned itso quickly

               -“Doyou know the meaning??? I can give you a word by word translation!! Do you wantthat? DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT?”

               -“No?I mean, yeah… You play it all the time… because you’re learning it but Iknow the words on my own, thanks sweetheart”

               -You???Knew what the words meant??

               -Hejust kind of stares at you in disbelief before you roll your eyes and return totaking your shower

               -“Zen?Why are you still here? Go aw-” “YOU CAN SPEAK KOREAN”

               -Yousigh and agree that yes, you can speak Korean, and you’ve been able to thiswhole time

               -Hestarts crying??? What in the world???

               -“ICANNOT BELIEVE I DIDN’T KNOW THIS ABOUT MY LOVE! I’M A TERRIBLE MAN, DON’T LOOKAT ME, MC!” not looking at you anyway, zen, tryna shower here

               -“Savethe drama for your play later, sweetheart. It’s alright, I just never saidanything about knowing another language”

               -Literallyspent most of the rest of the day just pouting and feeling terrible that henever knew. You have to comfort him often because it was something neither ofyou ever really brought up way to go mc ya broke ya boyfriend

*JAEHEE:

               -Afterworking for Jumin for so long, she’s unfortunately learned to assume if youlook foreign, you might not speak other languages

               -Soshe’s already assumed you speak only your native language, so she automaticallyaccommodates to your needs

               -Thoughyou…. don’t need it??

               -Youfigured that she wanted to make things easier for you, which you appreciated,but you wanted to make things easy for her too!!

               -What’sfunny is that you’ve talked to her late at night, after she’s been up for days,in Korean so that it’s easier for her mind to process what you ask

               -Didshe pick up on it? Not at all. poor tired bby, someone help her

               -Sodespite the fact that you leave notes for her written in Korean, she just…hasn’t…. noticed?

               -Becauseshe still talks to you in your native tongue

               -Seriously,you’ve tried everything to make it blatantly obvious that you could speakKorean

               -Theeasiest way to tell her that, ‘hey, i don’t need you to translate convos forme, i promise’ is to just straight up tell her

               -Exceptyou didn’t get a chance to?

               -Youwere sweeping the house one day, belting out one of Zen’s songs from his latestmusical

               -Gettinginto it, you dance with the broom, dipping it dramatically

               -Duringyour dip though, you look up to find Jaehee standing in the doorway, at a lossfor words

               -“Oh…so.. you really do speak Korean.. I wasn’t going crazy, then”

               -SHELOOKED SO EMBARRASSED THAT YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT FEEL BAD

               -“I,um, I apologize for just assuming that you-”

               -Youcut her off when you pulled her into a quick dance around the living room,singing the previous song all over again

               -With aswift motion, you dipped her like you did the broom

               -Aquick peck to her lips sent her over the edge and she burst into giggles

               -“You’rea much better dance partner than the broom” you tell her in Korean, with awiggle of your eyebrows

               -Shepushes you away from her and laughs as she leaves the room, calling over hershoulder

               -“Maybeyou should learn a few more songs there, MC”

*JUMIN:

               -Alsoguilty of just assuming you only spoke your native language

               -Alsonever bothered to ask

               -Youdon’t even bother to tell him though because you’re lowkey salty about it

               -Like???He didn’t even ask???

               -Youlove him and all, but it’s been… how long? And he never even bothered to asKYOU IF YOU KNEW HIS LANGUAGE

               - damnmister trustfund kid

               -Butit’s actually really funny because he talks to Elizabeth in Korean

               -So hethinks you don’t know how much he’s praising her, or baby-talking her

               -ButyouKNOW

               -Andyou’re left wondering why he doesn’t talk to you like that sometimes

               - goddamn cat getting all the attention (kiDDING I LOVE U ELLY)

               -Butlet’s be honest, you love her just as much and do the same exact thing

               -Infact, you love to sing to her! And she loves it too!

               -Sheturns into a freaking motor box when you sing, she loves it soo much

               -So yousing to her every day, it makes her happy, makes you happy, everyone is happy

               -Oneday, you were singing to her, but Jumin actually came home early??

               -So heheard you singing too, and just sat down quietly next to you

               -Waitedpatiently until you finished the song before speaking

               -“So,you sing to Elizabeth?”

               -“Everyday, sweetheart! You just happened to catch the show”

               -Immediatelythought about asking Saeyoung to install some hidden microphone or something tocapture you singing every day

               - thatisnt creepy at all, dude

               -With aslight tilt of his head, he looked at you, eyes full of question

               -Youhad to fight the urge to kiss his cute little face, but it was worth it

               -“So,MC? You can speak Korean? Not just *insert native language here*?”

               -Younodded in agreement, looking down at Elly, petting her with a smile on yourface

               -“I’veknown this whole time… *pulls Elly up to face* But SOMEBODY *kisses Elly’snose* Never bothered asking. Did he? No, no he didn’t! He didn’t, did heElizabeth??”

               -Youshot him a side glare, watching as his face twisted into slight embarrassmentand back to a playful one before getting up to leave the room

               -“It’sokay, MC. I’ll test out how well you can pronounce those Korean words latertonight.”

*SAEYOUNG:

               -HeloVED your aCCENT

               -So hespoke to you in your native language just so he could hear it

               -Did heknow you could speak Korean?

               -Yeahprobably

               -DID HECARE? I’m hearing “no”

               -Did heremember, a long time later, that you could speak Korean?

               -Again,I am going with no

               -He’salways thinking about god knows what all the damn time so it isn’t surprisingthat he forgot you spoke Korean all together

               -Infact, you were hoping he did forget you spoke Korean, or your new plan wouldn’twork out how you wanted it to

               -Yousee, you and Saeyoung like to prank each other like crazy, but his last onereally irked you

               -(Imean come on??? Who in the world thinks it’s funny to sneak a permanent markerinto your pants pocket when you do laundry??? That rUINS YOUR CLOTHES)

               -So,you decided that revenge was in order, and you wanted nothing more than to scarehim to death

               -Aftera long set up with a creepy life-size doll trapped to an rc car, a couple ofspeakers hidden, and a ton of hidden cameras, you were ready for him to comehome

               -Whenhe got into the room and noticed the girl standing in the corner, heimmediately noped the hell out and tried leaving

               -Butyou locked the door! There is no escaping sweet revenge!

               -Youstarted to sing little kids nursery rhymes through a microphone, it comingthrough the hidden speakers broken and ominous

               -“noPE!NOPE NOPE NOPE. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU? I KNOW HOW TOFIGHT LITTLE GIRL, I’M NOT AFRAID TO KICK YOU IN THE FACE”

               -So youkept singing, stopping only to ask him to come play, in child-like voice

               -“NOI DON’T WANNA PLAY, JESUS CHRIST, SOMEONE LET ME OUT”

               -Youdecided to chase him around with the doll, using the wireless controller fromthe other room

               -Youdidn’t know he could scream in such a high pitch, I swear to god, dogs fromaround the world could hear it

               -He wasgetting out of that room, then and there. He broke down the door. Ran down thehallway and heard you laughing from another room

               -Hedidn’t even think about why you were laughing, he just jumped onto your lap,and latched onto you, hugging tight and burying his face against you

               -“MC!THERE’S A CREEPY DEMON CHILD IN THE OTHER ROOM IT’S CHASING ME, MC PLEASEPROTECT ME”

               -Butyou couldn’t even reply- you were laughing too hard. He looked around and sawyour set up of monitors, wireless controller, and microphone

               -Helooked up at you with a ton of mixed emotions

               -Firstof all he was still a little freaked out?? But he was also kinda pissed offthat you scared the hell out of him! But he’s also in awe that you set all thisup… and so in love with how hard you’re laughing…

               -HEDOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO F E E L

               -Takesa second to think about the situation and suddenly remembers

               -“Wait…you can speak Korean… I TOTALLY FORGOT YOU COULD DO THAT? WHAT THE HELL MC, ITHOUGHT YOU WERE SOME CREEPY LITTLE GIRL”

               -Yougive him an innocent smile, but based on the look he gave you once he stood upand walked away

               -He wasprobably going to use that fact against you for his revenge prank, and youweren’t positive you wanted to know what that was going to be

 *V:

               -Offthe bat, he asks which language you’re more comfortable speaking in

               -Whenyou said your own native language, he understood, and tried his best to accommodatefor you!

               -Eversince then he’s always making sure he can translate things for you, whether itbe signs or casual conversation

               -Youknew Korean but didn’t know if you were a strong enough speaker, which is whyyou initially told him you were comfortable with your first language

               -So,you secretly were testing out your language skills every time the two of youwent out!

               -Whenhe translated for you and you had gotten it right in your head, you were soexcited!

               -But hedidn’t know that ’s what you were doing??

               -Hejust always saw you light up and smile softly to yourself and it made him weAK

               -Was itbecause he was translating for you??

               -Didn’tknow exactly, but was definitely going to keep doing whatever he was doingbecause that loOK

               -IT WASSOOO PRECIOUS

               -But hefelt bad that he couldn’t go shopping with you one day because he had somepeople he had to see

               -Whatif you couldn’t read the signs?? What if you couldn’t talk to the people?? WhAtIf-

               -So he triedto make his meetings go as quickly as possible without being rude

               -And heran to meet you at your favourite coffee shop, where he knew you’d stop first!

               -As hewalked up behind you, getting ready to surprise you and order for you, he tooka step back when he heard you ordering perfectly fine in Korean

               -Youeven made small talk with the barista! In perfect Korean!

               -Whenyou turned around with your coffee, he stared at you in surprise, but he scaredthe shit out of you! You almost dropped your coffee!

               -“V!Hey! You scared me…. I thought you had to go meet a few people? Did somethinghappen? Are you alright?”

               -Youasked. In perfect Korean. Why did you doubt your language skills??

               -“Ithought you only knew *your native language of choice*? So I haven’t needed totranslate for you this whole time?”

               -Youcould see the disappointment in his eyes as you quickly shook your head (andhands) in embarrassment

               -“Nono no no, you asked me in the beginning if I was more comfortable with mynative language, which I am! I know Korean but I was afraid about gettingsomething wrong, so I really appreciated all of your translations! They help memake sure I’m learning and getting it all right!”

               -Explainingit to him was definitely the smart move because you watched as he went from sadpuppy to ecstatic pup knowing that he was able to help you learn new things andsolidify what you already knew!

               -Fromthen on, he always tries to let you figure it out first, then help you if youneed it!

               -Was heembarrassed that he always translated when you didn’t need it? Yes

               -Did heget over it quickly? Also yes. He’s a precious tol bean. He is alright withthis revelation.

*SAERAN:

               -Alsoknew from the start that you knew Korean

               -Hetalked to you from the beginning in Korean so he knew afterwards that you’dknow

               -Notlike you all of a sudden lost your knowledge on a full language….right?

               -Thatbeing said he just plain refuses to let you pretend like you can’t speak himlanguage

               -Everytime you try to talk to him in your native language he just kind of looks atyou with absolutely no emotion

               -“Hi,MC, speak in a language I know please, thanks”

               -Likeseriously

               -Thisman does not let you have any fun with it at all

               -Youeven tried to fake some sort of amnesia, too

               -To like,pretend you forgot how to speak Korean so he’d have to talk to you in yournative language

               -Did itwork? No

               -Hejust stared at you like you were stupid

               -He’ssuch a jERK

               -WHYCAN’T YOU JUST PLAY ALONG, SAERAN. JUST GIVE ME THIS ONE THING

               -Youeven try to mess with him in public

               -Youask him to order some food for you, asking him in your native language

               -Thecashier is confused but Saeran just stares at you

               -Hecompletely understands what you say, despite pretending that he doesn’t

               -Turnsback to the cashier and tells them that you’re getting nothing

               -WAITSAERAN PLEASE I WANT FOOD TOO

               -Untilthe day he slips up and responds to a question you ask him in your language

               -Youcelebrate, including a victory dance

               -Hejust curses at himself for messing up and letting you win

               -Thoughhe does think it’s really cute that you’re thisexcited about winning

               -Maybehe should let you win more often thAT WONT HAPPEN

[ritingsandwramblings]

Tom and Jerry: a story told by Jess at modnght when shes fucking losing it

so to give you a taste of what happens when i write late at night, heres what happened last time i turned off autocorrect and wrote at 2 am.

*backstory: my friend asked for an essay prompt so i said “prostitute falls in love with her recent customer: a pineapple” bc i was already tired and losing it and she was like “ok essay on pineapples” and said something in her essay for class “my friend jess is currently writing a story about a pineapple. it is very good” anyway i daid “what if the pineapples the prostitute” and she said “DUCK” bc typo so i decided the customer would be a duck named tom (bc we decided the pineapples name was jerry lmao) so here yall go look forwsrd to the pen15 fic tomorrow morning when i wake up and reread and remember what i did lmao

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“Who is Jerry to you? To some, he was just a pineapple, one you would skin and eat with other fruits yum yum slurp. But jerry was more than just a pineapple to m to me he was my friend my besyest friend. jerry was a kind souk. he was the sweetest pineapple i ever darn did meat lol. it all started the many years aho when i first met jerry…

"hey bois wanna prace of this sweet poneapple ass i make ur cum taste like gods piss you knownyou want that bby” jerry called to various passerbys on the bussy street. he didnt want his life to come to this knviously but he was a poor lil poneapple dude and needed the money somehow and in this day and age mobody would hire a pienapple like him everybody wanted to hire bananas and grapes these days. jerry was just happy the apples were off the market man did he hate competing against apples. they aalways thought they were so perfect because they were round amd shiny and a pretty dark shade of red or sometimes they were a pretty shiny green and yellow and the green snd yellow ones tasted discisting but they didnt care they thought they were the shit. they were so happy about theyre lil botch ass woden stems and made fun of jerry bc of his big ass leafy stem. it hurt jerrys feelings and he wished that he wasnt distantly related to the apples they wrre like second cousins twice temoved or some shit but still he shared a name woth them. he wished hcould be pinekiwi instead man the kiwis were hella cool unlike the bitch ass apples. suddly, a duck walked by. he was walking to a nearby lemonade stand to buy some grapes bc he was stuck in 2011 when he noticed jerry selling hid hot ass pornapplr body on the street cornee. he was instantly distracted from his previous missio of getting some hot ass grapes when he saw jerry. his spikeh yellow spokes. his long hreen leaves. everything about jerry made this duck wanna cross the streey so he did.

“ay tou walkin or workin baby” the duck called to the pineapple. the pineapple turned and blished.

“im working but i guess i could walk for you,” jerry giggled ad twirled a leaf making a seductive seg deg face at the duck, “whats your name bby?”

“im tom, and you are?”

“jerry. but you can all me big papple. its like pineapple but just the p and then apple and it sorta looks like papi get it lol”

“oh yeah i got it baby, how much you charge?”

“no charge for tou, for now bbay”

“in thta case lets fo”

jerey followed tom back to his place the two amking out once they got there with lots of tongue idk how kissing works bc im megavirgin�� but go with it. tom quacked in excitement as jerry ruffled his feathers literally. tom ran his beek through jerrys leafs, the two noth groaning ar the action. the two had logs of fun ifyaknowhatimean for a while and laid there happily. tom fell asleep and jerry looked lovingly at him but then was sad bc he was just a prostitute and he couldnt sgay with tom he needed money. so he left without a note or goodbye and cried as he walked to a new dtreet corner hoping tom wouldnt find him again.

jerry had many more custmers since he left tom. jerry hadnt seen tom since but tom watched jerry from afar bit it wasnt creepy he loved jerry and watched him bc he wanted to slirp his yum yum yummyness. one day jerry started to look worn down and tired after being a prositute to some scummy cucumber. tom risked everything and walked up to jerry askig ifmjerry was okay.

“jerry?”

“t-tom senpai!?” jerry stutterdd and di a anime gasp like “uh-hUH”

“yes its me jerry im sorry i couldnt just let you goni had to know youre safe are you okay baby”

“mo bby im sorry i got the hiv from a rotten old cucumner but he paid good morny but im not gonna libe so take the money tom ily”

“oh shit ilyt jerry” tom said. he leaned in for a kis agter taling the money when suddenly jerry droped his lesfs hitting the floor. he was ded he died from the cucumber hiv.

“NKOOOOOOOOOO” tom yelle as passerbys watched and slowly sang.

“mmmmmm watchaa sayuyyyyy mmmmr hat you only meant weellllll” they sang…

jerry and is love was short but it was meaningful. i may just be a duck and he may be a pineapple but together we were the romro and hulejt of modern times man and ill never get over losing my papple" jerry wiped a tear from his eye and ran from the cuneral service quaking about the loss of his papple.

chapter 2 coming soon…

*edit this was copied and pasted straigt from my notes so idk if midnight me will write a chapter two lmao