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alanisinstone · 2 years ago

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domestic dad!bakugou that has a chubby wife 🥺

cw: slight nsfw, slight angst (microscopic levels), FLUFFF, mention of pregnancy, mention of children

a/n: hi friends, this is the first time i've posted in a while and hopefully not the last, i have lots of ideas that i wanna share. if ya'll have requests or any little blurbs, hit a girl up

So they have like 6 kids right, because bakugou cant keep his hands off of her. and he has so much love and admiration for her not only because of how amazing of a mother and wife she is, but for going through pregnancy and labor 6 fuckin times. and she bodies that shit like every time and comes out better, faster, and stronger. but after their 6th kid, they think its time to slow down because sir this is not a breeding farm (👀)

and so wife has never been thin per se, but after this 6th kid, she looks in the mirror sometimes and feels like a whale. she still loves herself, but all those years of not minding the baby weight, she starts to feel like she's put on a very noticeable amount. her first priority ofc is taking care of her babies but standing in front of the mirror and critiquing herself has become an increasingly time consuming addition to her day.

she spends less and less time busying herself with things outside of work like going out with friends or running errands, and spends more and more time in her and katsuki's bedroom trying on all of her clothes, lingerie, and checking all her angles in the mirror. and she hides it damn well because no one notices, not even kat's. she decides to take matters into her own hands and starts doing some more exercise than she usually does, going to the gym and going on runs with the stroller. But the more she does, it seems the more apparent it becomes to her that nothing is changing.

kat's first sign that something is up is when he finds her rummaging through his side of the closet looking for who knows what. babe what'r ya doin? he comes up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, with a confused look. i'm lookin for some clothes to wear to lunch with the girls she mumbles out still sifting through his things. in my side? whats over here that cha need hon? he says nuzzling into her neck looking curiously at what she's picking out. i dont know i'm just looking for something she huffs, feeling frustrated and out of luck that as she suspected, none of his clothes are even remotely cute enough for the outing. okay baby, i'm gonna go run the kids to moms. he says giving her a quick peck on the cheek, unwrapping from her, and walking out of the closet. she spends a couple more minutes looking but ultimately finds nothing, and then she feels like shit so she ends up canceling on the girls.

kat's second sign is when she turns down an invitation to a hero event. it wasn't the annual hero gala, but it was a pretty big event with lots of top level heroes, big sponsors, and rich people in attendance. it peaked katsuki's suspicion because she never turned down a chance to dress up and go out with him, and her response was blunt. he kinda presses her like, babe you love galas, whats going on?? but she stands firm in that she does NOT want to go and that shes just kinda feeling icky postpartum. he reluctantly goes along with it, and the headlines are talking about his appearance without her for like a week. now hes kind of suspicious so hes keeping an extra close eye on her activity.

the third and final straw is when she abruptly disappears one saturday evening right before their scheduled date night. the kids were at their grandparents, and kats was busy in his office when he noticed the time, quickly getting up and going to go find her so they could talk about what they're wearing. babe? baby? he checked all around until he walked up stairs towards their room and heard faint sniffling through the door. He walks into the room cautiously but concerned, finds nothing, then follows the sound of her increasingly intense sobs. He slowly opens the closet door with a quiet baby? and sees her, cheeks streaked with tears, curled up in a ball on the floor, looking very distraught. Of course he still takes a small second to admire her beauty but then hes immediately on the floor with her arms moving her to his lap, hands coming up to her cute, tear-stricken face. honey whats wrong? what happened? he coos, trying to understand what could have possibly made her so upset.. and she just can't stand keeping it in any longer so she spills everything, saying how since the last baby she feels huge, and very unsexy, and that she knows he loves her but she doesn't feel like he wants her sexually anymore, and it seems like everyone in the world is so rude nowadays, and the skinny soccer moms look at her funny now, and the karens at the school seem to think shes apart of their group for some reason...

bakugou listens intently to every single thing she has to say but is also beating him self up fr for not catching any of this. he wouldn't hesitate to say that she is absolutely his rock and nothing less, but hes also supposed to be hers, and he feels like he failed at that. if he couldn't see that something was wrong and help her through it than what kind of husband is he? baby listen to me he whispers all of those scary thoughts bouncing around up there? he brushes her hair back out of her face its all just noise. you are the most beautiful, intelligent, kind, loving person that i ever have and ever will know. i admire you more than you'll ever understand. you make me a better man, you raise our kids so beautifully, with love and patience, and i guarantee you, everyone you come across knows that you are the kindest soul there is. and if theres someone fucking your shit up you know ill take care of it. you glow inside and out baby, you light up any room that you walk into. and ill be reminding you every day now since you can't seem to get it through your stubborn head.

shes not sobbing anymore but shes gazing into his eyes in awe of how she could possibly have locked him down. she closes the space between them, kissing him on the lips softly, pouring out all her love for him hoping it conveys what she can't seem to put into words. And he feels it washing over him; the sweet, soft, gentle but passionate love that they share being opened up like a pandora's box. it seeps into every corner of the house, every crevice of their bodies, and sparks with every touch and caress. he can smell it in the air and she can hear it ringing in her ears. its not visible in the way material things are but its even more present in every way, it takes up all space there is to take and grows and expands.

they're lost in eachother - in the love sticking to them like glitter. kats breaks away to make one more point and if you think im not attracted to you, you are horribly mistaken. and thats the least of it. im unhealthily obsessed with you babe. you are the only thing i see. you and your body is on my mind 90% of the day, and im constantly fighting a hard on. i can't even get it up to porn anymore. she hits him upside the head laughing. their bodies still and forever entangled in the love they've made.

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inkedinfusions · 17 days ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 | eren jaeger chapter 8

⊱𖣂⊰ | In which you fall into a fictional world with the key to Pandora's box.

⊱𖣂⊰ | masterlist

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𝟎𝟖 | 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

chapter word count: 3.3 k

content warnings: blanket warnings

a/n: So we are doing this again, where I say that I'm too busy and the next chapter will take a while and then I turn my back and upload on schedule. Anyway. I hope ya'll enjoyed last chapter's cliffhanger!

Thanks for reading!

𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 are taken aback is a gross understatement; you’re utterly stunned. Your eyes widen a fraction, and for a millisecond the air, the ocean, and your heart all still.

Never in your dreams –well, maybe some of them– would you have thought that your name would come out of his mouth seconds after meeting you. There are no introductions to serve as prelude to his words, no past interactions to serve as crutch for rationalization.

The gleaming moonlight is suddenly much more brilliant, bathing you both in silver rays. Your hair sways in the salty ocean breeze, and so does his, matching yours in a gentle rhythm. The wind is much calmer than the storm that heralded your arrival, air strangely warmer despite the environment that would suggest otherwise.

Your name in his lips is not a question, but rather an answer.

He, somehow, knows who you are, as his tone does not ask if that is your name, but instead states it with the certainty only someone familiar with another can. It is strange, how his eyes speak of understanding, how his stance speaks of kinship.

You are frozen in place for what seems like eternity, but is likely just a couple of seconds. Hange’s enthusiastic voice is lost in the pulse of the sea’s waves, in the drum of your heart, in the whisper of breath of your unasked questions.

How? Is the first one your mind asks.

Zeke, you reply, before discarding the idea. It is neither logically sound nor something coherent with the instructions and warnings you were given. The Scouts never knew about the Volunteers before they set foot on the island, never considered such an organization's existence in the first place, and much less one that Zeke led.

Invariably, you know him.

Unexpectedly, he knows you.

“What?” you instead ask out loud, when you notice that he is searching your response for confirmation.

You hesitate with your question, not unlike when you first asked Yelena who she was. It is terrifying how, just when you feel you have a grasp on what is happening, the rug is pulled from your feet and you are left dazed and confused on the floor.

It makes you think that when you reweave a new carpet from your loom, when you believe you can see the whole picture it depicts, a loose thread will ultimately be pulled by an unknown force, sending you tumbling down once again.

You are a bit embarrassed of yourself when he gives you a small smile and your stomach flutters just as your cheeks heat up. Maybe this is a dream you think, and it's not the first time that you are hesitant to accept reality, but it is the first occasion that you don't compare it to a nightmare.

“Don’t pretend like you dont know me,” he says, further baffling you. “We both know way too much for that.”

“We do?” you ask, before correcting your tone. “We do.”

Eren tilts his head slightly, transferring his weight from one foot to another. “Yeah.”

You’ve noticed that there is a lot of space for silence in your life. Whether it contains unsaid secrets, unasked questions, or unresolved doubts, it always lingers behind you, never broken, never explained.

And yet now, even with the uncertainty with which you approach the newborn conversation, there is implied solidarity in his words, in his actions. Eren didn’t try to pretend he was ignorant of you for the sake of having aces under his sleeve, nor did he attempt to trade that tidbit of information for another.

Instead he came down the hill –because you are certain he was given explicit orders to not approach the ship’s crew– and talked to you, making it known that you had a connection. One that may only be just brought forth, but that came to life months before your first meeting, when he received his medal and his memories and his burden, and when you watched his story and his rage and his salvation.

You hear a whistle in the distance, and you whip your head towards its source, the sand and rock shore where the two Volunteers and two Scouts remain. You glance at them, too far away to distinguish their faces, their number, but knowing anyways who it is that stands there. Or maybe not, but you couldn't bear to think that your information was now obsolete.

“I have to go,” you confess as if it is a great sin.

Eren, who also turned his eyes to the shrill whistle, looks at you again. You swear his eyes soften, and gleam with something akin to… beholding? As quickly as these thoughts enter your mind you dismiss them, because, even if he could claim to know you through his future memories, it doesn’t excuse what you think you see. And so, you conclude it must be a trick of the light and of your perceived closeness to him through his story.

He nods, not moving from his place between the dunes. You swallow, also not wanting to withdraw, but then you blink and the spell is broken on your end. The sand once again crunches underfoot, but then you stop when he calls your name again in a soft voice that is carried your way by the salty breeze. And so you cast your eyes upon him again, humming questioningly.

“Tell them your name,” is what Eren says after a moment. “They don't know,” he continues, infusing the word with weight, “but they learned.”

And it should be painfully awkward, how blunt questions and half finished answers are being thrown about, but there is no discomfort in the exchange. You know, and he knows, and you hadn’t realized how refreshing it was to just be, not relieved from the burdens but breathing in spite of them. You wonder if he has come to the same realization.

“I will,” you say. “Thank you.”

“I’ll find you later,” he says.

“Yeah,” you answer, almost tripping over your words. “Okay.”

You dont think to ask why until much later, when your feet have already taken you to the other side of the pier, sand crunching rhythmically under your robotic footsteps. Why he would tell you, and why now, and why in that way. But the more you delve into it, the more obvious it becomes.

Eren knows what is supposed to happen (giant footsteps and crunching bones and the spray of blood and–) and is, in his eyes, powerless to do anything but follow the path already established by his future self, who is likewise chained by the same revelations. Perhaps you are as well, if the haunted look in his eyes is any indication of the unstoppable future that will be realized in a little more than three years.

Still, everyone seeks salvation, even those who sacrifice themselves in order to save others. You and him are no exception.

You will save him from his preordained fate, determined by his past, by his future. He will save you from your uncertain destiny, shrouded in mystery and paradoxes.

Maybe you don't need to reweave a new tapestry just yet; maybe it's enough to only untangle the yarn.

Hange Zoë is no less enthusiastic than the character you used to watch on Tv. Levi Ackerman is no less distrustful than the man you read manga about. They haven’t greeted you yet, as you’ve only just arrived to stand behind Yelena, next to Onyankopon.

He glances at you when you arrive, silently asking with his eyes what held you back. You shake your head almost imperceptibly, imploring that neither he nor Yelena press the issue.

“Is that her?” Hange chirps, curiously referring to you.

You almost want to look behind you, to see if there's anyone else they might have been talking about, but you know there is no one else in your vicinity, and you're the only one who has approached recently enough to warrant the question.

“She is the last one.” Yelena says. “Please excuse her tardiness.”

“Oh! Well, in that case it's so nice to meet–”

“Four eyes,” Levi interrupts. “Now's not the time for chit-chat.” He turns to glance at you, before returning to look at Yelena, the de facto leader. “Expect the ship to be searched while we escort you three to our base.”

“I would expect nothing less,” is what Yelena responds. “Your caution is commentable.”

“Sure,” Levi says dryly, not an ounce of belief in his voice, signaling unnamed Scouts to march onto the ship and its crew. “Get walking.”

You all file in, walking amongst the dunes and rocks, with Yelena at the helm of your little group. You feel eyes on you, but when you turn to look no one in your direct vicinity is watching. Instead, you trip when going up some slippery rocks, too preoccupied with searching for nonexistent eyes, but fortunately Onyankopon catches you, grabbing your arm to prevent your fall.

The rifle slung over his shoulder rattles with the commotion, and you feel how the others turn to look at you, before registering both your actions as non threatening.

“Careful there, kid,” Onyankopon says.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly, heart still reeling from your near slip. “Sorry for the, uh, tardiness.”

“It's all good,” he reassures you, although you know your notoriety for being late is only growing.

You also know –well, maybe not know, but you are smart enough to deduce– that Onyankopon does want to ask you about your reasons for not heading directly to the pier after the Volunteer in charge of letting you out of your small cabin reported to his post.

But he won’t pose the question right now, where there is a great chance of being overheard, and where exchanging secrets would only cause more suspicion from the Scouts.

There is no idle chatter as you make your way to the multiple tents that make up the Scout’s base, scattered around an open field in an orderly fashion. Small yellow dots light up the entrance flaps of each green structure, and there are multiple barrels strewn around.

You once again feel eyes on you, only this time you are aware of who those eyes belong to. It is a given that the other soldiers would be apprehensive about the Volunteers sudden appearance, but you notice how their attention lingers a tad too long on you.

You force yourself not to squirm under the weight of their curiosity, of their judgment. Yelena and Onyankopon get noticed as well, but it is you that garners the most attention. Because, well, adults are what they expected Marley to send, but a teenager? Even if you are older than some of the recruits and Marley didn’t actually send you, it was still something they didn’t account for.

So it is strange, even to you, who was made aware of this prematurely, how you are included in the small group with the proclaimed leaders of the Volunteer faction. Yeah, you can see why all eyes are primarily on you.

Hange reaches a tent that seems larger than all of the others, and enters through the flap, and the rest of you follow, flanked by Levi. They grab at the knob of the hanging lantern and the space is coated with light. On the inside there is a table and red chairs, two on one side, two on the other. Hange brings a third one from a corner, raising the total to five.

“Sit, sit!” they usher you, taking their place on the other side of the table.

“Weapons on the table,” Levi says, less enthusiastically.

You don't have any weapons to turn in, so you walk towards the chair on the far right and sit, fiddling with your thumbs before you remember to quash the anxieties bubbling inside of you. There is a strong sense of deja vu when you reach for one of the teacups gingerly placed on the table, noting with some sourness how bitter tea always seems to follow you in interrogations and introductions.

You disassociate for a moment, choosing to retreat into your thoughts, rewinding your earlier interaction with Eren over and over again, not unlike what you used to do with his older brother.

What sets it apart is the intention with which you are dissecting it, turning his words upside down to squeeze more of that refreshing understanding (You know, and he knows, and you hadn’t realized how refreshing it was to just be—) out.

There is silence again, but this time it is filled with tension. You blink, unsettled by the lack of discussion between the two Volunteers and the two Scouts, only to find the later ones looking at you expectantly, Levi’s expression disguised with more finesse than Hange’s.

“…Sorry, what?” you ask.

“Your name,” Hange clarifies. “I asked for your name.”

“Oh,” you say. “It’s Y/n.”

There is something almost imperceptible in the way Hange fiddles with Yelena’s gun, a recognition in both their and Levi’s eyes that you might’ve missed were it not for Eren’s insistence in presenting yourself with your name.

You risk a glance at Yelena but her eyes are on you, not them, as are Onyankopon’s, so you let yourself breathe, halfway convinced they didn’t notice.

Hange does not miss a beat. “It’s nice to meet you Miss Y/n!” they say, drowning out your protests of Just Y/n please— and placing the gun back on the table, next to the rifle.

You nod, hesitant. “It’s nice to meet you too, uh, …?” You trail off, not remembering if they already introduced themselves or not.

“Hange Zoë, at your service!” They say, nudging Levi when he doesn’t say anything.

“Levi Ackerman.” And if you notice the distinct lack of add on like Hange’s introduction, well, that is to be expected.

Yelena takes the opportunity to steer the conversation away from pointless (to you) introductions and unimportant (to her) dialogue.

“So, about our proposal…”

She launches onto the plan you rehearsed and memorized with Zeke, drilled into your mind enough times as to prevent any slip ups of the scheme only him, Yelena, and you know.

It’s not different at all from the one presented in the series, and although you now have it branded deep in your mind, back home you had to watch several videos and read several posts in order to understand.

The beauty of Attack On Titan was in the convoluted yet intriguing plot and themes, yet sometimes you needed outside help to comprehend half of the stuff that was going on. The fact that each character has their own motivations and their own secrets on top of the changing allegiances do nothing to help.

Still, hours and hours spent scraping the wiki and watching compilations finally pay off, and you’re confident in your ability to not only remember each plan, but also the people involved and the moments in which their loyalties shifted.

The motions are well rehearsed; Zeke will contact the nation of Hizuru, and Hizuru will contact the outside world, advocating for Paradis, as well as provide the blueprints necessary to help advance the island’s technology.

The plan would take around fifty years to reach completion, the amount of time that is estimated as enough to take to bring Paradis to a similar level technology wise to the rest of modern society. There would be a small-scale Rumbling to show off the island’s power, acting as a deterrent for nations with wishes to invade.

Hange takes the gun again, pointing it directly at their face. It is unloaded, but it still unnerves you. You weren’t a gun savvy by any means, but the first thing you had been taught by Zeke when going over gun safety was to never ever point the gun at yourself, not even when it had the safety on, not even when it was unloaded.

Yelena lists off the numbers of personnel in the army, counting all the divisions; the infantry, the navy, and aerial forces. Despite Hange’s and Levi’s best attempts, it is evident how frazzled they are by the revelation.

One million foot soldiers, three fleets of twenty one battle ships each, new technologies and aerial weapons. Those are the new enemies that they must now fight against, a stark contrast to the mindless but brutal titans they are used to dealing with.

“If Marley had such capabilities the whole time, why haven’t they attacked in over a year?” asks Hange.

“There are two main reasons,” Yelena begins. “One; the Pure Titans. Even with the latest weapons available to Marley, they would hinder a land assault. Quite ironic that the very thing that is used to confine Eldians to the island also protects it from outside forces.”

“Yeah, well, ain’t that funny,” Levi says.

Yelena sips her tea. “Still, I’m impressed.”

“Impressed?” Hange asks.

Yelena doesn’t answer, choosing instead to take a sip from her cup. She looks at her right, directly at you, as if she wanted you to answer in her place. And you can't and won't ever be able to read her mind, but you’re pretty sure you can guess what she is playing at.

“It's almost dawn,” you point out. “And we are sitting in a tent drinking tea. There is no commotion outside, no one hurrying to their fighting posts. There are also no protective structures around the base, suggesting that you have exterminated almost if not all titans on the island.”

It's clear they weren't expecting you to speak. Even if Eren told them something, the most logical approach to your presence in the tent was as a buffer, something for the Scouts to pick at, to find weakness in. Yelena is helping you overcome that, because, even if it would be easier to infiltrate them if you are deemed as non-threatening, the trust that would be placed upon you should you be assessed as capable makes them want to take the gamble.

“And the second reason?” Hange asks.

“Currently, Marley is at war with multiple nations,” Yelena says. “The loss of the Colossal and Female titan, as well as the defeat of their Warrior unit has given many of their enemies the chance to unite and retaliate against Marley.”

“If you guys are secret agents who infiltrated Marley, I’m guessing you came from conquered nations?” Hange asks.

Yelena’s and Onyankopon’s faces harden– one fake, one true.

“Oh, I’m right?!,” they exclaim after. “I bet you’ve got some pretty big backers to go up against Marley then.”

“Not quite,” Yelena says, and after a moment she clarifies. “Onyankopon and I are from conquered nations, but Y/n is Eldian.” There is only one truth in her whole statement, a new record. “We were powerless, forced to play soldiers for the nation that took our homes, but Y/n was deemed a devil the moment she was born.”

The fake backstory you're using makes you a little uncomfortable, but it sure was convenient. They wanted to paint you as smart, but not too intelligent as to outsmart Paradis. Dependable, but not a pushover. Eldian, just like them, facing obstacles even when outside the walls.

You tune out Yelena praising Zeke for organizing the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers, calling him a god amongst mortals. You hoped that small, subtle discomfort showed in your face, so the two members of the Scouts present would notice that you weren't lost in reverence for Zeke.

“We are the Anti- Marleyan Volunteers,” she finishes. “Our goal: To free the Eldian people.”

Levi and Hange share glances, no doubt discussing the answer they would give.

“We would like assurance of your allegiances,” Levi says. “You will not be able to contact Eren, or any of the others for that matter, but we want the girl to come with us.”

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fiestylittlebeetle · 3 months ago

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I have musings about how Malware's recovery goes in GC but it's got allot of complex feelings and concepts involved, and although i think the sheer dumbassery of canon would allow it on some level, I know some people might look at this and be like "bro you're literally stupid"

like everything I'm writing for this comes with a asterix that leads to a foot note that says "malware is not forgiven"

more under the cut for your judgement

god how to put this

Ben does not forgive malware for hurting him, or doing anything he did. In fact he doesn't really like malware at all. but as an adult and fighting him in a weakened form. fighting him him felt unfulfilling and kind of pathetic.

he kinda felt like he just beat up someone who could barely defend himself because they dont like eachother. it kinda made him feel like a jerk even if he hates malware

like in AF he straight up took satisfaction in Vilgax needing to ask him for help and even got him a petty little kids meal. so ben is not above helping his enemy even if he acts petty about it

I dont think ben really hates anyone that deeply that he would look at them suffering and go "you should suffer more" thats just not who he is

GC Malware's comeback is messy, and he's not really completely the same malware that Ben took down by force before because he's weak and exhausted and angry but the anger he has is like, trying to use a pilot light to boil a pot of water

After their initial fight Ben does toss Malware in the plumbers holding cells for a while. and Malware does maybe consider trying to escape, but read above as to why he doesn't bother. he just lays in their and hopes either something happens allowing him to get out, or he passes out and doesn't have to think about it.

Ben comes back for him after the last post i made about him meeting Malware 23, and considers "What if I help him this time. Azmuth isn't going to do it, and I couldn't do anything when I was 10 or 17. But maybe I could do something for him now" and he's had a good long think about it. what could Help Malware.

and ya'll are gonna treat me like im insane here but, hear me out

he hasn't told his mom about the Feedback incident, or really brought up Malware at all, so she doesn't know shit. and what Malware lacks is people who care about him, but especially familial people who care about him.

so he's plan is to see if his parents will let him let malware crash their. the stipulation for malware being if he does ANYTHING to his parents, ANYTHING sinister, Ben will rain hell down upon him like he's never known before.

Malware considers this and maybe even asks why ben is doing this

bens response can be summarized "cause im a better person then you, and even after it all, even after you HURT ME, I'm going to help you, and you're going to feel better, and you're going to feel guilty about it even when life gets better, and that seems like a reasonable punishment"

Malware doesn't really have much of choice here btw. He is being forced into this situation weather or not he likes it. and you may go "well you cant FORCE someone to recover" and you're right

but malware isn't gonna put up much of a fight cause he knows his limits (right now)

Sandra is open to the idea of letting malware stay in their guest room for a while, Carl is dubious but agrees cause he sees his son doing something kind. Malware is disgruntled, awkward, and uncomfortable (also Ben lies through his teeth about malware being a "friend" to his parents. like actually through actual clenched teeth)

for a while Malware stays holed up in the room, mostly sleeping or considering his deflated anger.

Sandra tries (and succeeds at some point) to get him to come out and be social. Her and Carl maybe even learn a little about him too, mostly just a vague idea of him being abandoned, and not liking other people very much.

i havn't gotten much further into the details, but I think Sandra would at least be the one who, after interacting with Malware a couple times, realizes he's very depressing. And it makes her sad that he seems so allergic to connecting with people. to her, as a mother, he comes off as a kid who hasn't been shown enough love and attention, and she is actually kinda correct.

details aside i had this idea of Sandra and Carl coming back to the house after being out for a day and finding Malware collapsed (a spontaneous system shut down)

and they roll him over so he's flat on his back, and Sandra has his head in her lap petting him while Carl is on the phone with the plumbers trying to see what kind of help he should get (they're being difficult and Carl already dislikes them so hes having a bad time TM)

anyway Mal eventually starts coming to and upon opening his optic and seeing sandra, and she's like "Oh you're awake!" and realizing what's happening he immediately sits up, almost knocking sandra back, telling her not to touch him, and feeling humiliated.

He's humiliated, but he's also feeling something, anger? no something else, satisfaction? no no something ELSE

ah yes

appreciation

And before someone asks "couldn't he just run away when no one's there" the answer is yes BUT he has no where else to go and he's not really in any condition to be defending himself against other people/aliens who will most likely have powers or weapons to use against him. Sticking around is the best bet rn

Now, you could bring up Khyber here but at this point Khyber had already been tried (basically Khyber was the first person malware found when he woke up. But remember that fight with Mal and Ben I mentioned? Khyber was also there but realized Mal kinda sucks and is useless now and so ditches him to save his own ass. Don't worry. Khyber will be back later when he's got more resources. But it's cause he knows malware is weak, and also one of a kind rare Mechamorph that's perfect for his trophie shelf.)

#ben 10 #ben 10 malware #go on and say it #say im woobifying him #i dont care #ill die here #i need this #i may be cringe but i am FREE GOD DAMN IT #b10gc

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dropitlikeapeong · 5 months ago

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Waiting for You: Chapter 2-

But why?

Genre: more angst (kinda.. it could've been worse)

CW: Swearing(and lots of it). Seeuns a jerk (a little bit!). mentions of food. Y/n's probably getting fired. mentions of jealousy. suggestive mentions (makeouts, hickeys and love bites) NONE are happening in this chapter, they're only mentioned.

This chapter is not as angsty and sad as it could've been, and thats okay because I still got the next few chapters to torture you with :D

This one's a bit longer than the last one so woohoo. I apologize for any spelling mistakes (my eyesight is a joke) if im forgetting to add something in the cws, please let me know and i hope ya'll enjoy.

Likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated.

"Let's break up."

"we're done, y/n."

"I don't want us, anymore"

"we're done."

"Goodbye Y/n."

Not a single explanation given, he just simply let you know that it was over, and left. Instead of an evening that usually ends with watching yours and his favourite shows on netflix with some snacks, cuddling and a little makeout in between, your evening ended with you crying yourself to sleep wondering what went wrong. Sadly the world won't stop spinning solely for your heartbreak, and you are very much still needed at work today.

Having slept through the alarms your now ex-boyfriend always set for you, you are forced get up by the several incoming calls and texts from your supervisor and your coworkers. After your phone finally stops vibrating, you sit up in your bed to scroll through the many texts from your friends, Jiwoo and Hana;

Jiwoo: WHERE TF ARE YOU?!- sent 06:18

Jiwoo: you were the last one to leave work last night, you have the office keys now we can't get in- sent 06:20

Jiwoo: also we agreed yesterday you're in charge of the picking up the boys' food, im driving them to the photoshoot- sent 06:21

Jiwoo: and no i will not switch shifts with you again- sent 06:21

Jiwoo: BITCH ISTG- sent 06:52

Jiwoo: we got a spare key. thanks for nothing asshole.- sent 07:05

Well... Jiwoo's mad. You'll have to make it up to her later, and from the looks of it, Hana as well.

Hana: If you value your job, get your ass over here quickly. I can only stall Manager Park for so long- sent 07:52

Hana: and no i'm not gonna tell them you're calling in sick- sent 07:52

Hana: Youre on the meal shift, you not allowed to call in sick today- sent 07:53

Hana: IF YOU DONT PICK UP THE FCUKING CALL ISTG- sent 07:58

Hana: lol, tried to save ya, Manager Park is pissed.-sent 08:14

Hana: And youre on meal shift tomorrow as well since jiwoo had to get the boys' coffee today. YOURE WELCOME.- sent 08:15

hana: AND youre the one who promised the maknaes brownies today, not us, so have fun explaining to them why they arent getting any today- sent 08:18

Hana: im mad at you in case you cant tell.-sent 08:18

Aside from the spam of your upset friends, your main motivator to get into the shower was a singular text from Manager Park letting you know that if you didn't show up at work today, to not bother showing up tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

So you rush through your shower routine, grab your bags and your keys and a fruit on your way out of your home, to at least try and salvage this day, and not piss off your friends or your other colleagues even more.

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While driving to work, your thoughts end up drifting back to last nights events. When Seeun broke your heart and left you crying on your living room floor.

Later today one of the staff that were aware of your relationship would be coming around to pick up anything and everthing of his that he might have left in your apartment, during your one year relationship.

'It's for the best' he says. Best for who? Him? Did the CEO find out about you then tell him to end things? that would make sense, however with how clingy he was toward you at work and in front of everyone, it was quite difficult to keep your relationship secret, even from the CEO himself.

After he caught Seeun trying to sneak into one of the supply closets with you, you were both called into his office for a very important discussion about "fraternization in the workplace". He'd given you both a stern yet kind warning that if anyone outside of the company found out found about this, it'd mean a lot of trouble, especially for you, so you needed to be careful.

'Guess there's no need to worry about that anymore.' you thought to yourself.

You make a stop at the sandwich bar across the company to pick up the boys' lunch as well as the brownies you promised, even though you told them you'd bake them yourself, you were unfortunately too preoccupied with dealing with heartbreak their friend caused. Hopefully they'll understand right? Of course they wouldn't they didn't even know you two were a thing. Wait, maybe that's his issue;

What if he saw you with someone else? Maybe thats why!

Could he have seen you with another guy and overthought the situation? You obviously have some male coworkers that you chat with sometimes, but your conversations are always respectful. Even if someone does flirt with you, you always kindly let them know you're not interested.

Him worrying about you leaving for another guy seems highly unlikely, but not impossible. He does tend to have a bit of a jealous streak, epsecially when comes to you being around his bandmates.

With the job of prepping their equipment and clothing for performances, Bringing them their food and drinks and driving them to their many different events since their debut, it's no surprise that you'd eventually grow close to the ten boys. it is how you and Seeun started dating after all, but considering that could get you into an insane amount of trouble, your relationship with him remained a secret, even from the rest of the group.

That secretiveness unfortunately made some of other members comfortable enough to have some flirty conversations with you.

Its kinda suprising how neither of them even suspected you two, with how Seeun would constantly be caught staring daggers at Hunter for constantly offering to take you out on a date after dance practice. Considering Hunter's personality, you know he's probably joking, but it still didn't stop your boyfriend from angrily muttering about how he needed to back off, because you're his and his only.

I mean, at least you were.

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Finally you arrive at the company just in time to deliver lunch to the boys. Once you reach their practice room they're all lying on the floor sprawled out, in different corners of the studio. Jiwoo continues packing up their sound equipment not even sparing you a glance, still very much upset from this morning. You'll have to buy her lunch later to make up for it.

They're all too exhausted from rehearsals to pay any attention to you, so you figure you can sneak in, leave them their food and sneak back out unnoticed, but today is just not your day.

"Y/NNIE!!", is all you hear before a strong pair of arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, squeezing you tightly.

So much for sneaking out unnoticed.

"Hunter, I can't breathe." He gives you one last squeeze before setting you on your feet again, smiling down at you.

"Where were you this morning? We missed you!" Yujun asked while rummaging through the bag of food you brought.

Now everyone's eyes are on you as you try to explain your absence from this morning but your wonderful ex pipes up before you can even speak.

"Who's 'we'?" he scoffed, while the other members laughed, your smile dropped as you tensed at his response.

Right. He always had to tease you a little to make sure his favoritism of you wasn't too obvious, although according to Hyunwoo, it only makes it more obvious that he likes you, hence everyone just laughing off his comment. Even you would just laugh off his antics knowing he'd give you all his hugs and kisses later, as an apology in case he was a little too mean.

But after last night's conversation, today's joke isn't really that easy to laugh off.

"So Y/n, where were you-Are you crying?" Yechan asks and now everyone is moving in closer to see what was wrong with you. When did you start crying? You quickly wipe at your face but Seeun grabs your wrist, his other hand moving up to as if to caress your cheek, him looking down at you with concern with concern in his eyes, that concern disappears immediately, as he laughs in your face.

"Wait are you really crying?" he sneered. What is this?

This is not his usual teasing, he's really just trying to hurt you.

But why? Why is he being like this?

"Aw, Y/nnie you know I'm just joking, no need to be a baby about it-" he goes to ruffle your hair but you instinctively slap his hand away from you.

He looked a bit shocked at your actions but that expression quickly changed into a mocking smirk.

"Woah, calm down, why are you being so moody today?"

"Y/n just had a bad morning guys, we all have those don't we?" jiwoo spoke up. You weren't really expecting her to defend you after her texts from this morning, but you were grateful nonetheless.

"Yay! You brought the brownies!" the exchange between you two is quickly forgotten as the rest of group rushes off to where Yujun is holding the box of brownies.

"Hey, these are store-bought you said you'd bake them-"

"Who cares, I want one!"

"Hey! hEY- DON'T EAT ALL OF THEM! We're supposed to share!!"

While they all bickered over the bags of food, you backed away silently trying to make your way to the door, but bumped into someone, you turn around to see Seeun glaring at you.

"Watch where you're going idiot." He muttered walking over to where the rest of members were already sitting down and eating, leaving a dull ache in your chest.

What was his problem? Why was he acting as if you're the one who hurt him?

You were tempted to ask but Jiwoo grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the door.

"We need to go see Manager Park right now, but we'll be back in a few minutes. Enjoy your lunch guys!"

Once the door is shut, you are then dragged off to yours and Jiwoo's shared office.

"I thought we had to go to Manager Park-"

"Yes. You do. In an hour or so;"

She then shoves you into your chair and stares at you expectantly.

"I know you're probably so mad at me right now- and you have every right to be-"

"-Apology accepted. You'll pay for my lunch later. Now onto more pressing matters, what's up with you and Seeun? You guys were so tense just now! Did you guys fight or something?"

You roll your eyes and sigh at her nosiness. You had planned on keeping the relationship a secret from her and Hana as well, but they put two and two together when you had gone into his dressing room to 'help him with his stage outfit', and came back with hickeys littered on your neck and collar, and bite marks on your shoulders and chest(you probably shouldn't have worn a sleeveless top that day).

Although there was a lot of concern about how things could easily go very wrong with this, they were still very happy for you and being the good friends they were, they promised not to tell a single soul.

"We broke up." Her mouth fell open, with her eyes widened in shock.

"Uh.. O-Okay?? Why??" She asked incredulously.

You shrugged, wishing you knew that answer as well.

"Jeez so that's why he's been so sour this morning, you broke his heart!" she says slapping your arm lightly and you narrowed your eyes her.

"First of all; He broke up with me-"

"-The fuck? Why?"

"Beats me." you leaned back into your chair closing your eyes.

"Well shit, then what the heck was he mad at us for?" you sat back up at that.

"He got mad at you guys?" she nodded and sat on you desk.

"He was so snappy with everyone this morning, no one knew what his deal was."

Before you could ask her for more information, the door opened and Hana rushed in, slightly out of breath.

"Manager Park is looking for you- and wants to see you in the practice room. Right now."

"Me? I thought he wanted to see me in hour-"

"-Change of plans. He wants to see you now and i suggest you move fast, cause he seemed pissed."

Shit.

"We all come late from time to time- hell even he was late too last week- he can't still be mad about that right?" Jiwoo asked trying to reassure you even though she seemed just as worried as you. Hana shrugged and looked at you.

"You coming?"

You exhaled deeply and stood up, following her to the the practice room.

Time to face the music.

#xikers #xikers x reader #xikers fanfic #seeun #xikers angst #xikers fanfiction #park seeun #seeun angst #seeun x reader #xikers seeun #dropitlikeapeong: waiting for you

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00belle00lovely00 · 9 months ago

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ok uhmm... This is a bit akward🥲 but can you make Bobby x Picky headcanons? Plss I need more content of them😭😭😭 Im starving😭😭😭😭

ALR YALL

LEMME RISE UP FROM HELL TO RESPOND TO ALL THESE AWSOME HEADCANONS!

AFTER A FEW MORE, LIKE A FEW 4 OR SO... I.... I UH... I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE.

TOO MANY HEADCANONS YA'LL.

I DON'T LIKE MAKING YA'LL WAIT DAYS FOR THIS IM SO SORRY

🍎❤️🩷❤️🍎🩷🍎❤️🩷❤️🍎🩷🍎❤️🩷❤️🍎🩷🍎❤️🩷❤️

The chef x the mfer who is putting love potions inside the food.

OKAY- I HAD TO THINK ABOUT THE SHIP NAME FOR SO LONG THAT I THINK I GOT IT. WHAT YA'LL THINK ABOUT ✨FILLING-LOVE✨ AS IN- FEELING LOVE AND FILLING WITH EATING TOO MUCH ARTFSUDHJGFASJDGFALSJDGFAISDHF.

They'd be watching any cooking show that has ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE DRAMA BUT IT WOULD BE FUNNY AS HELL HOW BAD THEY MESS UP THE FOOD TO THEM

Lovey-dovey and sucker for romance pansexual x "that's my lady right there you'll, can't get better than this you guys" lesbian and food enjoyer

Alright, hear me out on this one you guys. Bobby + chocolates + giving them to picky = INSTANT GIRLFRIEND!

Live laugh love country Picky. We all want a home girl to have an Applejack kind of accent. And as for Bobby?... HMMMM... I KINDA WANT HER TO BE FRENCH. IT WOULD MAKE SENSE, RIGHT? (pls, don't go after me in the comments I'm Hispanic-french myself.)

WE ALL KNOW. WE ALL KNOW PICKY GOTTA CARRY MISS LOVERGAL LIKE THE STRONG GIRL SHE IS. SHE GOTTA!!!!

let's all just agree that picky GOTTA snort when she laughs.

I always like to think that Picky is an in-denial hypocrite, especially when it comes to eating. She's the one in the group always scolding everyone for not eating healthy as it is, yet SHE is the one that sneaks on 3 AM in the middle of the night to each last week's cake from Kickin's party. And yet... rather coincidentally and out of pure chances, Bobby is a sucker for sweets too. So they just work each other out in helping each other with eating problems AND/OR trying to make an excuse to eat dessert before dinner.

PDA?... is that even a question with Bobby around?

THEY'RE SO GAY AND IN LOVE IT MAKES ME WANNA GO ARTUYIGFYDSJKAOIGFYUDJSAKJHUFVDBNSDBHJDIOFOAIHSOASJBCKJSDJFKKWJEF-

WAIT OML, THIS IS OUT OF CONTEXT BUT, I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING. WHAT IF BOBBY LIKED GREEK MYTHOLOGY- O H... OH, SHE WOULD ABSOLUTELY ADORE EROS AND PSYCHE. GREAT ROMANCE STORY, I TELL YOU. Well, of course, it gotta be, Eros is literally in the early stages of Cupid's image.

Once again, I bestow before you one of my favourite headcanons; Bobby has separation anxiety. And BECAUSE of that she would be messaging/spamming on Picky phone about where she was, if she would come over, if she wanted HER to come over, if they wanted to hang out, etc. What was Picky doing meanwhile? The simple answer passed out on the floor after thinking it was a good idea to try to mix all fast foods known to man into a single meal.

they're both dumb but they don't know it/know it.

YOU GUYS. EVEN BOBBY WRITES FANFICS ABOUT HERSELF AND HER LOVERS. CHANGE MY MIND. YOU GUYS KNOW IT.

Picky would be so proud of pulling up Cupid herself lmao.

YOU GUYS. 👏BOBBY👏WOULD👏TOTALLY👏BOOP👏PICKY'S👏SNOUT.👏 IT GOTTA HAPPEN. EITHER A BOOP OR A KISS IT'S OUTTA HAPPEN.

I think Bobby would treat this relationship like they were in some romantic novel.

@11sugarplum11 (since you ALSO asked for it! Dw didn't forget about you!)

That's it you guys, maybe I'll be answering a few 4 or less but I'm REALLY stressed about catching up to all the commissions. I hope im not breaking anybody's hopes for all of their headcanons to be answered.

I STILL HAVE 8 MORE TO ANSWER YOU GUYS... PLEASE- I NEED TO FINISH A LOT OF STUFF.

🙏

PLEASE. PLEASE- PLEASE DONT HATE ME YALL PLEASE-

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #headcanon #picky piggy #bobby bearhug #picky piggy x bobby bearhug #bobby bearhug x picky piggy #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS

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changbinsboobs · 3 days ago

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Im sooo incredibly shocked at some peoples behaviour. And the thing is its not just one or too but MANY!!!! Apparently the anons that kept messaging me weren't happy when i started ignoring their countless attacks & insults just because i stated an opinion i was asked about - that they had to go on other peoples blogs and bring that drama and toxicity over there. Are ya'll ok?!?!! (Obviously not you all cuz the stinkys are out or blocked but ykwim) i get u getting triggered or angry at me but why you have to move your hate to other people who have literary NOTHING to do with all of this?!! And i still keep seeing so many anons going on and on about something they made up themselves. And seeing how they've worded it on the other blogs shocking because girl if you really got THAT from what i said...then u can't be helped...theres no braincells left, all hope is lost for u. I really feel bad for people like that actually, cuz its just really embarrassing acting like that.

And its something they created out of thin air, read something they didn't agree with or liked and took everything i said from that moment on and before and twisted it to fit their new hateful image of me, and along with that hate on everything i stand for or at least they think i stand for, insulting me every chance they get - AND JUST KEEPING THAT FUCKING THINK ALIVE ALL BY THEMSELVES. Bitch who are you fighting with? The fucking air?

Well anyways here's my rant and im way past the point where im giving any publicity or field of expression to those lil 💩 but i feel like i just had to speak up separately, on my own, without it being a response to something and just make a statement and put an official END to that, at least on my blog. It just makes me so angry seeing how damaging and toxic people can be cuz i dont have people like that around me and i guess im just not used to such fuckery anymore and what makes me wven angrier is how those people want to spread their shittiniess around, as wide as they can - and go on other blogs harrasing innocent, uninvolved people. My mind literary can't grasp that. But i think its a good thing that it can't.

Also them going on about "all the hate" thats been dropping on lee know...bitch what hate? Literary WHAT hate? You created all that in your head and are tiredlessly feeding it and growing it like a fungus or something. Its like a convenient delusion they keep talking about, and slowly making themselves believe it cuz everyones constantly repeating the same thing over and over like a broken cd record, and then suddenly they've created that monster on their own, out of nothing....look at what human hate and inferiority-feeling can create🥲

All that being said im not feeding any energy anymore whatsoever into toxic and/or hateful streams/people etc. With that i think im saying my last words on the issue and am not entertaining any of that any further. Theres much better things to talk about. As before im still a Skz reader account and i view people as complex beings with many sides, good and bad, often even both contradicting and thats ok, my negative opinion on someones behaviour, energy or even the person themselves(which hasn't been yet the case but still) doesn't mean i hate that person or wish them harm or think they're evil evil and nothing but evil. I can have a negative opinion on something, or disagree with someones behaviour, and still like the person. Because a human isn't reduced to one action, or one character trait or flaw - and lots of people apparently dont get that.

So yeah do with that information what you want. Im gonna continue doing my fun tarot readings in peace and staying unbothered by peasant behaviour✨

#statement #skz #stray kids #kpop #asks #seo changbin #lee know

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sol-the-otter · 1 year ago

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tw. death, addiction

i dont normally make personal posts or anything but i kinda just needed a place to put all of my thoughts and current feelings.

i dont really know where or how to talk about this?

how do you approach your friends and say 'hey i dont know how i feel right now because i just found out that someone i care about just died.' but like. man im just not sure how i feel rn because i just found out that someone i care about just died. he was a good friend, but like. the kind of good friend that you worked with every day 8 hours a day 5 days a week so you knew everything about each other, but didnt actually hang out outside of work.

tho he did help me fix my motorcycle several times. and was supposed to again. and we were supposed to go riding at some point before i leave mass.

he also was one of the only ones at that job who ever got my pronouns right. he was definitely like. Cis Straight Man all the way but very much the epitome of "he's a little confused but he's got the spirit" he was an amazing boss. and he was the most lively and energetic person i've ever met. even if he was Real Weird about it.

he struggled with addiction heavily... last i knew he was straight sober... but they're pretty sure it was a overdose. which is how my mom died over a decade ago. which is entirely why i have some issues with like. heavy drinking and other such things.

but like. the world keeps turning, right? he was there one minute, and now he's not but like. thats just how it is?

i have a weird relationship with death and im uh. attempting to come to terms with this. like. i'm ok. im not .... sad(?) though i do think i might be in the future? like when i go to visit him at the butcher shop and he's just not there? ever again? fuck see, its weird, right? but like i'm *leaving* mass in 2 months. the chances of me ever seeing him again was minimal anyway. gods. processing.

but like if 2023 could fucking. stop for just a minute? give everyone a break? please? we're all tired ya'll.

#sol speaks #like im ok.#im just #processing.#i got the call about an hour ago from the owner of the store we worked at.#i always thought he'd go doing 190 on his bike down the road... not like this #we have literally like. cried together in the store over shit.#look its just really weird ok #delete later? maybe? who knows #this fucking year man

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carpedanneel · 2 years ago

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Ya’ll are fucking wild here. no wonder why this rp has just been the same 5 people for the last 4 years. But I thought maybe things are different, maybe it’s changed. Wrong. Admin, you still make rules to cater to the admin or the “inner” 3 other members they’ve deemed “worthy”. You make rules that cater to pretty much you only. You dont care about how you make other people feel, as long as you're getting your way. And the members here have been so brainwashed by the bullshit either theyre too scared or too intimidated to say anything. You still find a way to corrupt people from playing certain fc’s you have history with STILL forcing history on certain fc’s. A history ONE player expects you to remember every detail to even if you don’t like the plot. That one player who makes SO MANY people uncomfortable, whether they want to admit it or not, who also just happens to be the main admin. The main admin who doesnt even do a god damn thing on the main, and then will make every excuse as to why not. Sarah, you’ve found so many ways to provoke, gaslight, bully, guilt or force threads, histories, plots on probably every single player here. It’s gross. You deserve every call out youve gotten. But I don’t even 100% blame you. I also blame most of the spineless people you claim to be your “friends”. Here they complain and shit talk behind your back but then turn around and lick the ground you walked on. But probably because you’ve bullied them into it. I love how you post this long ass thing from the main saying how this place isn't for everyone and if youre bothered, blah blah. Just say this place is for you to do whatever tf you want whenever you want, and be done with it. At least be honest. How many times did you ask if you should drop certain chars looking for pity and how many people begged you to stay, Sarah? No one. That's telling. But its good to know this group is only here for you and your bullshit. Since this group is "anything goes" then the second someone calls your character out ic, you do the same thing you do ooc and come up with every excuse on why youre not wrong. Amd then kick them out! Maybe instead of always blaming everyone both ic and ooc, maybe look inward.I tried, I really tried to come in with an open mind that maybe this place had changed over the many years, but it clearly never will.Also, on the subject of bullying, Lena, you're also a god damn bully, which is funny since youre barely even on. But you still found a way, thought it was okay to message me and try to get me to drop ashley. First time we spoke you instantly were guilting me saying I swiped up Ashley before you could. And then to actually IM me the other day trying to guilt me into giving her up? So fucking rude. But at least you got your wish. Ya’ll have zero class. RP should be fun. This place sucks the fucking life out of you. I now remember why Sarah used to be banned from so many hollywood rps back in the day and why this place was basically blacklisted. Why i used to have to block her and other members here from my character pages bc youd steal shit. I bet I could log onto an old blog and find FANMAILS of her TRYING to force ships and plots in old rps, thats how long its been going on. I will say i do feel bad for some of the quality players in this group. I just dont know why you put up with it when there are groups out there where you dont have to be foeced into ships or plots just bc youve known someone for so long. Where you dont have to NOT come on the dash bc a player/character is being redundant and miserable 24/7. You dont have to sit here and keep letting sarah and this group take advantage of you. Anyways, I'm out. To the few here who actually reached out to plot or even just to chat, ya'll are cool and feel free to dm me or hmu on discord. New members, I'd beware if I was you.

@carpediem-celebrpg

Just for context, this was what I wrote in the ooc of an rp I just left. I'm sure it got deleted but I wanted to put it in the tags to let the rpc know this rp is still a problem and so are some members. Beware if joining, it's all shady.

#Celeb rp #Hollywood rp #Celebrity rp #Psa #Plotless rp #Bc I'm sure they deleted it in the ooc 🙄

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survivor-trinidad-and-tobago · 1 year ago

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Episode 12: "michael and alex and i are FULLY FUCKING VIBING like can we just get an escape pod to leave the game together"—Kaleigh

In this round: Michael is considered a traitor for flipping on an alliance where nobody asked for his input; Champ goes all the way in Masochism, earning her a slew of disadvantages, including the reveal of her Hot Giiiirrrlllzzzz alliance with Zee and Jack; Zee gets immunity by proxy; an anesthesia-addled Michael shares the details of his chaos idol with his alliance a half hour before tribal and they manage to decode it, using it to flip the vote onto the majority alliance; eman tries to vote herself but in lieu of that, volunteers to go to Purgatory

Eman

Earlier today, I sent the following message to the VL.

"Ugh, the ETHICS of it all!"

I was torn between three votes: Michael, Alex, and Colin.

Michael was the obvious vote - he betrayed EVERYONE (on our side).

Colin was the strategic vote - and also an absolute snake-in-the-grass.

Alex - Alex was the vote causing me angst. I wanted to keep my word to him. I did. Not just because I don't like striking first (which is terribly gendered behavior and I need to get over it) but also because I just do. As I've said before I wanna play a heroes game.

But here's the deal, yo! And I've said it before.

I'm not gonna strike first, but I will strike back. (And this goes double when it's someone I care about)

Now, obvs. I forgave Jack for two reasons. 1) Cuz he's playing to my ego and calling me 'auntie' and I'm a superficial slut and 2) because I truly believe the guy doesn't have a malicious bone in his body and he got played.

I will also add that I obviously would've had an issue voting against (for?? what preposition works here) Kaleigh as well even if she hadn't been immune.

(SIDENOTE - Fuck me with a rusty pocket knife I just read the challenge)

But - Kaleigh and Alex voted against me here . . . and that means all bets are off. I didn't write their name before, and I wouldn't've, but I have no problem doing so now. Probably moreso Kaliegh than Alex as she stole my 1/2 an extra vote (albeit Alex told her about it).

I like when previously difficult ethical dilemmas are rendered easy. So thanks, ya'll.

Alex

I am 0 for 3 in trusting my gut this week and if I were even 1 for 3 I would be in such a different spot in this game. So that kind of sucks to think about. Kaleigh has an idol and if I was right with my intuition on Eman MAYBE there's still hope but it doesn't feel like anyone from the other side is gonna try and shake things up (or talk to me today LOL) who knows what will happen. Whatever. The chat between me, Kaleigh, and Michael last night was the most fun I've had in this game so far so I'm glad that happened before one of us potentially goes.

Jack

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Kaleigh

god this game.. zee got a steal a vote and stole michael’s vote and jack lied and said he didn’t have a vote (i think he’s lying cuz tony said he didn’t have a vote and jack claims he found out DURING the vote, which i do not see being something the hosts doing). michael and alex and i are FULLY FUCKING VIBING like can we just get an escape pod to leave the game together LMFAOO i fully would!!! so i’m gonna have to tell the boys that i have a steal a vote, probably tell michael i have an idol… idek this game is giving me brain worms. i dont know who to vote for tn bc A) two people are gonna be immune (probably on their side) and whoever wins immunity is probably going to have some unknown slew of disadvantages, one of which may be losing their vote. SO. i have to be careful about how i play STEAL A VOTE. and i have to try and figure out if i can use my idol in a smart way. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! maybe i should ask my host chat if i can build a spy shack á la tony in cagayan.

i love alex and michael, i’m saying that straight up so JOT THAT DOWN FOR THE EDGIC. champ i feel uncertain about, i know she has lied to me about multiple things, zee i WISH i could work with again but i don’t think we’ll ever be able to trust each other. but who knows man. we chatted yesterday and she lied to me about some shit and may have been honest about some shit. she said she didn’t know about emans advantage that i stole LMAO but idk idk. eman i don't feel good about at all. god fuck, i do not wanna go home tonight! i need to be able to talk to alex every day or i will die!! i need to be able to talk to michael about tv!!! well we can’t actually scheme until we know who’s immune so. time to let go and let GOD

Tony

Things are getting dicier as the game continues on. I’m gonna have to make a choice to flip but tonight is not the night to do it especially with the amount of disadvantages I’ve got going on. Michael has saved me once so I feel like I owe him at least to know if folks are gunning for him.

Zee

See, people think I'm not perceptive, or that I don't notice things, but my anxious ass is constantly thinking. I'm pretty sure that I'm the one being left out of the most conversations happening in this game right now. The only (active) alliance chat I'm in right now is Hot Girlz, but it's late in the game, there's definitely more Alliance chats out there, and aside from the fact that I need to step up my game, it's kind of making me think about who's aligning with who. Right now I'm pretty sure Tony and Michael are working together still, it's smart too since nobody would expect them to be working together, and it means Tony would have the power to flip whenever he wants. Eman and Champ and Tony i think are working together closer than she's leading me to believe, but only because nobody but Champ told me about Tony losing a vote, so she had to know somehow. This has got me thinking that I'm gonna have to step up my gameplay and maybe choose my loyalties a bit better. Obviously Kaleigh Michael and Alex are working together still, but everybody kind of knew that already.

I think i need to put in more work with the rest of the tribe, and maybe get some alliances going, since I'm not in a great position right now. I'm honestly not in too many alliances and that's kinda upsetting. Kaleigh and I have a weird Romeo and Juliet thing going on where we're both in opposing alliances but we're still talking tea about past shit or cool stuff the others have done during tribal or just in the game in general. I'm hoping maybe there's the chance for she and I to start working together again, but who knows.

Eman

Okay, let's think this through because I have nothing else to do between now and my 9AM flight and I may have had one-too-many cans of wine.

Given: There's no way to win this challenge.

Proposition: I have to get the least worst option.

We are now at 8.

People I am pretty sure are "on my side"™️ - Zee - Champ - Tony

People on "the other side"™️ - Michael - Alex - Kaleigh

Here's where things get interesting. Jack is a free agent though I think he's burned his bridges mostly because he was played and who would like that. BUT at the same time he might be aware he's on the bottom on his alliance.

And Colin is in purgatory and I wouldn't put it past him to send a disadvantage if not to me to my side.

So, what's a human to do.

Option A - fuck immunity, pray you wind up in purgatory where you can either send advantages to your side or fuck up the other side because you sure as shit don't wanna wind up on the jury, but at the same time it's pretty certain you're going to be voted out if somehow "The Other Side"™️ can garner enough votes.

Option B - Fight like hell for immunity and take whatever stacked disadvantages come with it. Even if those stacked disadvantages mean losing your vote. Even if those stacked disadvantages mean potentially fucking yourself over for future rounds.

Now. . . wouldn't it be funny if "The Other Side"™️ knows that you're fighting like fuck for immunity . . . because, after all a) you need it and b) you're the type of person who will fight like hell and c) you're also the type of person who will fight like hell for their people and the prospect of a SECOND immunity is extraordinarily tantalizing.

So, in order to try to rob you of that advantage someone on "The Other Side"™️ also steps up.

And wouldn't it be funny if I didn't.

And they have, in so doing basically thrown one of their own to the wolves because only one is not immune.

Wouldn't that be funny.

Anyway, I haven't decided what I'm doing yet - because mostly I have to decide where the line between martyr and criminal mastermind lies (somewhere south of "never go up a Sicilian when death is on the line")

And also because then I'll have to immediately decide to whom I'm giving the immunity - a long time ally or a chaotic choice that also seems rational (perhaps Jack as a reward for sticking with me?)

And whether I'm willing to have potential disadvantages from Colin stacked on top of whatever disadvantages I earn in exchange for immunity.

Holy hell.

I think I may have just calmly and rationally talked myself out of going for this immunity. There may actually be far more to lose than to gain, and a lot of my day job includes trying to convince people to not fall for the trap of short-term-ism, which is what this challenge is.

But it's not scheduled until tomorrow afternoon, so I have more than enough time to try to argue myself into another decision . . .

Champ

Again doing confessionals so last minute, anyway LMFAO kinda iconic for 2 immunities right away but yeah I’m for sure Screwed going forward. Hopefully this next vote goes according to plan and there’s not any extra votes or steel votes honestly I would love for a rock draw because I’m safe the end so let’s spice things up. Anyways hope I’m not getting too cocky cause I’m definitely not next.

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Tony: Jack (I hope we get to play again together someday!)

Michael: EMAN (We didn't really get to play together)

Alex: Eman (Again, genuinely a testament to your game that this was the extent we had to go to take you out. I'm glad I got to be a hero with you for a little while.)

Kaleigh: EMAN (i hope u enjoy ur tripp)

Champ: Eman

Zee: Eman (as you wish, your sacrifice will not be forgotten)

Eman: Jack (I hope this doesn't work. I wasn't allowed to vote for myself)

Jack: eman

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okay, ya'll got real close, but nobody got all of them right!

here's the actual full list if you're curious:

The Eye - Etho - because @sixteenth-days' hermit archives au lmao im not sorry (i tried not to reuse ones from their au, but some were just too perfect)

The End - Jimmy - the canary curse

The Buried - Cleo - she's a zombie! of course she's a buried avatar, how did you think she got out of her grave?

The Web - Grian - spooky watcher shit is giving more of the web than the eye imo

The Spiral - Scar - that man is such an enigma; that said i would like to make a revision! i think a better fit is to swap his entity for the Desolation, since he's such a renowned arsonist

The Slaughter - Joel - bc of that shit where he goes bananas on his red life

The Lonely - Pearl - lasting effects of double life, high in the rankings of "most wet cat energy" for the life series

The Vast - Martyn - i'm surprised nobody recognized the swirl as the one from martyn's shirt! (yeah i might have drawn it a little wrong but that's not the point here) this is because of the bad math shit, no im not sorry, it is personally my job to never let him live this down

The Hunt - Ren - for the dog imagery and the dog imagery alone

The Flesh - Scott - really no canon connection, i just think scott as a flesh avatar would be scary as fuck. think about it. think about the implications.

The Dark - Tango - this one is based on decked out! for a guy so often stuck with fire symbolism i thought it would be fun to branch out. also tango is a mango because it rhymes and i dont know how the fuck to draw a tango

The Corruption - Bdubs - its the moss shit because of course its the moss shit. also i think bdubs would be insufferable as a flesh hive. just constantly shoving bugs in peoples faces

The Stranger - Impulse - i think his happy chill vibes would make him really unsettling as a stranger avatar. leading you to your death with a pleasant smile and reassuring voice

The Desolation- BigB - honestly i put him as desolation because he was the only guy left when i made the list initally, but after the events of secret life, i feel it is only right to swap him with scar because oh my god the cobblerooms is actually so Spiral coded. also the way he was acting all season. the gaslighting? that's some Distortion shit right there. also the icon is a frog. a very very silly looking frog

if you were among those who got some of them right, congratulations! you get a cookie (no chocolate chips tho i picked them out of the dough)

old doodles from a life series-magnus archives au i never did anything with, ft: web!grian, slaughter!joel, and end!jimmy

(if you can guess who is who and what entity they serve based on the icons on the left, i'll give you a cookie!)

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s0dium · 3 years ago

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DOUCHE BAG

Frat boy! Uzui Tengen x Reader

A/n: Hey everyone! Im back from my mental health break (*≧ω≦*) thank you everyone for your support and patience I cant tell you how much it means to me, anyways I hope you guys enjoy!

Synopsis: Uzui Tengen was a man of many things. It would be hard to find anyone on campus who hadn't heard of his name before, whether that be through his many sex-capdes or his infamously wild parties. Some describe him as eccentric, others (mostly girls) describe as irresistible. You? Well you on the other hand would describe him as nothing else then an utter, complete, douchebag.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, teasing, dub-con, manipulation, fingering, squirting, use of pet names, belly bulge, cervix fucking, breeding kink, virgin!reader, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

Word count: 5.6k

You rolled your eyes as you passed by another poor crying girl near the Alpha beta frat house. This had to be the 4th girl you've seen like that this week, and you didnt have to guess to know the reason behind her tears.

"God I hate him." You seethed, clenching your teeth after the last syllable.

"Who, Tengen?" Responded Mitsuri who was walking hand in hand with her boy friend Obani. They where the picture perfect couple on campus who were also one of your closest friends. Those two and the three that followed next to you: Kyojuro, Sanemi and Shinobu.

"Aw come on y/n he's a good guy at heart! He's just a bit... flamboyant!" Kyojuro says followed by a boisterous laugh.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Your only saying that cause your his room mate and best friend Kyo, the same goes for all of you, I dont understand how you guys can like him!"

"Well he's not that different from Sanemi when it comes to girls and you’re still best friends with Sanemi." Pointed out Shinobu, gesturing to Sanemi on her left, electing a reaction.

"OI! THAT IS NOT TRUE, I LEAVE THEM ALL ON A GOOD NOTE UNLIKE MR.FLAMBOYENT!"

"Yeah and its not just how shitty he treats girls" You glance back to the sobbing girl you passed. "Its that whole 'holier than thou' act he has going on, like he's a fucking god that we should worship the group he walks on. Makes me wanna sock him in the face." You make a fist with your hand and left hook the air.

"Sock who in the face?"

Oh god you knew that stupidly deep voice anywhere. You whipped around to find your self face to face with the very white haired man you were talking about; a shit eating grin spread across his infuriatingly handsome face.

"You couldnt be talking about me, could you?" Tengen voice dripped faux shock and you rolled your eyes.

"Well you know what they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear." You spat

"That must be why you love using that pretty mouth of yours to talk about me so much." Tengen lowered himself to close the provoking height difference between the the two of you, until your noses were inches away from touching. "Cause ya love having me around doncha"

In that moment you have to conjure up every ounce of self restraint to not spit in his face there and then, and luckily your friends get a hint at where this could possibly lead to and intervene before you could do anyway.

"Hey man, what's up?" Kyojuro holds out his hand to dap Uzui in which Sanemi and Obani follow up doing the same to greet their fellow frat mate.

"Well, as those three know, I'm holding a party tonight. Mad big, a couple other schools are gonna be coming over. Just wanted to confirm ya'll ladies would be there?"

"Yeah of course, If Obani and my friends are going I'll be there!" Mitsuri chirps, leaning into Obani's shoulder making him blush.

"Sure why not." Answers Shinobu, making you click your tongue on the roof of your mouth.

"You y/n?" Uzui says with a raised eyebrow and you cross your arms.

"And why would you want me to go?"

"Because you're like me sweetheart except wherever you go, guys follow you instead of girls. And the more people the better. Plus all your friends will be there"

You scoff in response, making Uzui chuckle.

"Great, I'll take that as a yes then, ill text you guys the details." He turns around to walk back to the Alpha beta frat house. "See you guys there!"

There was a silence as you all watched Tengen walk away before Mitsuri turns to look at you. “So are you going to go y/n? Come on it will be so much fun!”

“Yeah no way in hell."

You were a liar.

Though you swore to your self that there was no way in hell you were going to one of Tengen's stupid parties, here you were, dressed up in a white crop top and short pink skirt holding a red solo cup filled with god knows what concoction of alcohol, while ear blasting dub step played through out the house. It was absolutely packed, you dont think you've seen this many people all in one frat house before and you've been to your fair share of parties. You languidly looked around in a futile attempt to find your friends only to be met with the sight of two freshmen aggressively drying humping it on a couch and a group of football players and cheerleaders playing beer pong on the pool table.

"Might I also say you look beautiful tonight."

Oh right, for the past three minutes some dude from another school had been trying to get in your pants to which you had completely forgotten about. Uzui was right about this before, guys usually tend to follow you wherever you go. Except what set you apart from him was that you didn't abuse this, and most certainly not whore around.

You simply press your lips in a thin line, giving the 'white guy' smile, and nod at the creepy guy's compliment. You hadn't even been giving him any verbal answers to his rambling and he still couldn't take the hint.

Another minute passed of his incessant talking when your patience finally snapped and you open your mouth to go off on the guy before you cut off when you feel someone wrap their arm around you; the familiar strong scent of pine cologne and alcohol wafting through your nose.

"Hey you ok babe?"

Oh god

You glance to your side to see Uzui, wearing his signature zipper up purple fraternity sweater over a black t-shirt that outlined his muscles. His white hair was let down but you could faintly see the diamond earnings that dangled from his ears. The hand that rested on your shoulder was adorned in a multitude of different color rings and his fingernails were painted in neon colors.

Flashy as ever.

You clicked your tongue at the sound of the pet name and gritted your teeth, knowing that if you wanted to get out of this you’d have to play along.

“Oh hey, babe.” You punctuated the last word with your lips, making sure to soak it in as much faux affection as you could causing Tengen chuckle. “Yeah we were just finishing up talking. Isn’t that right uh, sorry what was your name again?” Your words dripped sweet innocence like honey, and to seal the deal you made sure to bat your eyelashes a couple times.

“Oh uh,” the guy stuttered, face now flushed red. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll just uh, see you around.”

You watched as he turned around and left, making sure he was out of sight until you rested your features into your signature bitch face and turned the look at the man next to you.

“Thanks for that but you can stop touching me now.” You attempt to wiggle out of his arms hold but it remains heavy on your shoulder.

“And why should I? I like being like this, I especially enjoyed your little show.” A grin spread on Uzuis face showing off his white teeth and the toothpick that dangled from them.

“Ever heard of consent? Also I can feel one of your girls giving me the death stare and I really don’t feel like being sacrificed for your little cult today.”

“Alright, fair.”

You let out a small sigh of relief when you feel the weight release from your shoulder. God how much could one arm weigh?

You start to walk off when Uzui grabs your wrists and pulls you back.

“Where do you think your going?”

You immediately retract your arm from his hold and shoot a venomous glare.

“Out of here, that’s where. Why? Want me to stay?”

Uzui nods. “Yup.”

“And why should I and don’t give me that same crap before.”

He shrugs, removing the tooth pick between his lips to speak. “Maybe I just like having you around.”

The two of you stare at each other for a couple second before the realization hits you and you break out laughing.

“OH MY GOD, don’t tell me-” you cut your self off with a giggle “your actually trying to get in my pants!”

Uzui grins. “And what’s so funny about that? Maybe I am. And what would be so bad about sleeping with me?”

His response makes your laughter die and every reason why you hate the man in front of you comes barreling in all at once. You take a few steps toward him till the gap was closed and both of your faces are inches apart.

"Why? Because,” you speak lowly, making sure to punctuate every word with venom. “Im not gonna be one of your fuck girls tengen and I’m defiantly not something you can just conquer." You spat.

A hand clad with rings raises to your face but before you could pull away he grabs your chin, running a thumb over the skin while amused eyes stare down back at you.

"See this is what I like about you y/n." Tengens voice is soft, tones of fascination seeping into his words. "No one would say what you just said to me, no one. Only you."

You eventually pull away from his grasp and before you could go off on the man, you hear a familiar voice call your name from behind.

"HEY Y/N, TENGEN!" You turn around to see Mitsuri making her way through the crowd to you. "We've been looking for you guys, come-on we are playing a game upstairs."

Once again your unable to get a word in because you're already being dragged through the crowd, Mitsuri's unusually strong grip wrapped around your hand while tengen followed behind.

Once you got to one of the frat house bedrooms up stairs, you were immediately greeted with the sight of your friends and a few people from the neighboring school all sitting in a circle, chatting and drinking.

One of the students from the other school, Kizuki college, whose name you remembered to be Douma, was relentlessly trying to start a conversation with an unassuming Shinobu to no avail. Next to them Kyojuro was busy having an arm wrestle with the guy known as Akaza and Sanemi seemed to be having a good time talking to one of the kids who transferred from your school to Kizuki named Kaigaku.

You spotted an empty seat on the floor between Obani and a guy who seemed uninterested in the activity going on and plopped down next to him. Mitsuri sat next to you in Obani's lap and Tengen situated himself across, his red violet eyes remaining on you.

In an attempt to distract yourself from the piercing gaze set upon you, you turned to the guy next to you who was sipping from a can of beer.

"Hey, your from Kizuki college right? My name is y/n by the way, what's yours?"

It took a second for the guy to realize that you were talking to him, but when he did he quickly turned around and widened his eyes, like he was surprised you were even looking at him.

"Oh uh" his voice was raspy and you got a better look at him now that he was facing you.

Damn, he's cute.

"I'm Gyutaro, I'm a junior at Kizuki, yeah."

You nodded. "You dont seem like this is the place you wanna be in most right now am I right?"

Gyutaro scoffed. "Yeah is it that obvious?"

"No I completely feel you, ive tried to escape like five times and my friends keep dragging me back." You reached for a un opened beer can on the floor and held it up to Gyutaro. "Here's to not wanting to be here but not having a choice I guess."

This elected a quirky smile from the man in front of you and Gyutaro clinked his beer can with yours.

"Yeah, to what ever the fuck you just said."

You both laugh and take a swig of the beer but a booming voice makes you choke on the liquid and throw you into a coughing fit.

"ALRIGHTY THEN, LET'S GET STARTED." Kyojuro stood up and clapped his hands together, drawing everyones attention. "What better way to liven up the party then a game of truth or dare am I right?"

"I can think of a million other things." Whispered Gyutaro into your ear making you stiffle a giggle. You look up to avert your attention back to Kyojuro but you catch the eyes of Tengen as you do so. Big mistake. His gaze was piercing, red-violet eyes burrowed into you accompanied by an unreadable face. Was he... mad at something?

"Now you have the right to decline the dare or truth, but for that you'll have to chug for 7 seconds this bottle of fire ball." Sanemi adds on, holding up a bottle of orange whisky.

A/n: Please dont do this, and if you do, fire ball is an awful choice, choose Pink Whitney instead. If your going to drink irresponsibly at least drink good stuff.

You sigh.

Oh god what have I gotten myself into

"Whose gonna go first?" Mitsuri chirps.

"Me." Douma raises his hand and turns to Shinobu who immediately rolls her eyes. "Truth or dare m'lady."

Shinobu thinks for a bit before responding. "Dare."

"I dare you to go on a date with me after this."

Doumas words elicit a slew of 'oooohs' from everyone and a couple howls of laughter.

Shinobu stares at douma for a few seconds before throwing her hands up in defeat. "For fucks sake, FINE. Only because I have a test tomorrow and I cant have a hang over ."

It goes on like this for a couple minutes, only sanemi and akaza taking swigs of the fire ball, until it's finally Tengens turn.

"Well then," Tengen slightly turns to face you, the amused smile on his face telling you what's about to happens. "Y/n." At the sound of your name you immediately roll your eyes. "Truth or dare."

You think for a second, before concluding that truth would be the safest bet to avoid Tengens antics.

"Truth."

"Are you a virgin?"

You blink a few times, letting the question settle in. How could he know? Only your closest friends, Shinobu and Mitsuri could know and they wouldn't tell anyone. You could lie but then he would ask who you slept with. There was also the option of telling him the truth and giving him the gratification and perhaps a new way to make fun of you. Yeah, no way. It seemed like the only option was to drink the fire ball, but that was basically saying that you were a virgin. But it was your only option without actually admitting it.

You scowl at Tengen and hold out your hand to Sanemi, who handed you the drink. When you put the bottle rim to your lips you were immediately reminded just how much you hated the spicy cinnamon taste to the alcohol but nevertheless proceeded to let the liquid pass your lips.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7!" The room chanted as you took the tinnest gulps possible. When the time was up, you felt your throat burn from the cinnamon whisky and a warmth settle in your stomach.

"Ok, my turn." You seethed, wiping off the remains of liquid from your lips. "Tengen, Truth of dare."

"Hmmm, I'll go with dare."

You smiled sweetly. "Text at least two of the girls you've made cry that your sorry."

Instead of a look of shock and embarrassment, he simply grinned and grabbed the whisky. Once he was done, he licked his lips and set down the bottle. "Looks like its me again, truth or dare y/n"

"Dare."

"I dare you to admit i'm actually great and you love me."

You snatched the bottle and immediately down the liquid, the room this time remaining quiet as you did so. At this point, the burn in your throat was starting to feel good, adding fuel to the fire.

"Truth or dare Tengen"

"Dare"

"Bad choice I would've gone with truth. Write a post that your dick is actually small."

Tengen shrugs and takes a large gulp from the bottle. "Truth or dare."

You dont think about your answer, the buzzing in your head from the alcohol doesn't let you.

"Dare."

"Kiss me."

You dont know what makes you begin to crawl over to Tengen, most likely the substantial amount of alcohol coursing through your veins. Maybe it was also because you weren't going to wimp out of a challenge and for some reason you thought this was the best way to get back at him. But the next thing you know your in his lap, grabbing his stupidly beautiful face in your hands and bringing it to you till your lips matched with each other.

His first taste of you is hungry, lips relentlessly engulfing each other and tongues clashing, fighting for dominance that Tengen eventually wins. Spit smears on either side of your lips from the messiness and a large hand tangles itself in your hair to bring you closer, so he can taste more of you. The kiss broke with a sinful sound, a wet pop from between your lips and Tengens is grinning while your left dazed, breaths heavy and chests rising and falling after it.

"Well, that was unexpected." Shinobi says.

Her voice snaps you out of your Tengen/alcohol induced daze and you immediately become flushed red. Sure you've had make out sessions before but never front of all of your friends and people you didn't know. But before you can crawl out of his lap, Tengen is picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder with ease like a sack of flour.

"Sorry every one but," Tengen lands his hand on your ass, surprising you with a yelp. "This little lady and I have business to attend to. Enjoy the party."

"Wha- No! What do you think you're doing!" You protest and try to wriggle out of his hold only to be met with a harsh slap on your ass, immediately shutting you up and he carries you out.

"Go get it I guess bestie!" Mitsuri yells to you, making your face go red.

Wait was he.... were you two gonna....?

Your questions are answered when Tengen opens the door to his room, throwing you on the bed and crawling on top of you. Before you can get a word in, he's once again engulfing your lips with his and pulling you into a feverish kiss in which the two of you couldn't seem to get enough of each other. The moment one pulls away to breath, the other is immediately searching for their lips again; intertwining tongues and teeth clashing together recklessly.

Your hot, everything is hot, your body is burning up by the second and there's a sickly sweet feeling in your stomach that keeps on expanding as time passes.

You whine into his mouth when you feel a hand slip under your pink skirt and lightly trace the outline of your slit with his index finger. Your painfully wet; your arousal had made a large spot on your underwear translucent.

"Want me to make you feel good baby?" Tengen speaks slowly, breath on your neck and voice in your ear making you shiver. You bite your lip and nod, like any words that came from you would ruin it.

"Good. I'm not gonna lie, I want to see you beg for it but ill be nice since its your first time, and there's always next time."

He's using his thumb to move your frilly white underwear to the side now, moving up and down your pussy to collect your juices and coat his fingers with the sticky lube,

"W-who say t-theres going t-to be a next time?" Your voice comes out more shaky than you expect, making Tengen chuckle.

"Oh trust me darling," He leans in so his mouth is right against your ear, making you pussy squeeze around nothing "There's always going to be a next time."

Its then he suddenly bullies a thick finger in you down to the knuckle, making you moan loudly and clamp down on the sudden intrusion. Your hands immediately fly up to find purchase into his muscular forearms and dig crescent shape nail marks into the skin.

"Shit your fucking tight." Tengen groaned under his breath, knowing full well that the squeeze around his cock would feel euphoric. The first curl of his finger up to hit your gpsot completely knocks the wind out of you. It was a type of pleasure you've never felt before, something that couldnt be achieved with your own fingers or a dildo, the type the only came from another hot blooded human being.

More. I need more.

You begin to grind on his hand to chase after the feeling, further encouraging the relentless prodding of his fingers. Tengen on the other hand was mesmerized, his eyes glued on the way your cunt sucked him in; how his digits glided out of you only to be pulled right back in and massage circles on your gspot. His eyes glimmer when a brilliant idea pops into his head, and he dives down to your heat to latch his lips onto your clit.

You immediately jolt from the sensation of Tengens warm mouth on your pearl, and the added curling and uncurling of his fingers inside of you made your thighs shake.

"Ten! Ahhhh..! I..I can't handle this.." You sobbed while you grabbed his head, unconsciously pushing his mouth deeper to your heat - in which he obediently complied and sucked on the budding clit.

The pleasure was starting to get intense, too intense. There was a pressure in you that exponentially built with every second, a new type of sensation and you didnt know what was at the end of it.

"Ten I dont-" You babble, all words now lost too you since there seemed to be nothing to describe what you where feeling.

"S-stop m'feels weird" Your thighs where starting to shake as tendrils of pleasure shot up your body too your core in thousands of flesh arrows. You try to focus on something other then the coil of heavenly heat pooling in your stomach, something other then the white haired man between your legs but it was impossible.

You dont even realize another finger had slipped into you until he is on the third digit. The incredible sickening burn of the stretch makes your eyes widen and just when your about to say something his fingers sharply curl to your belly button. Seizing up as if you’d been electrocuted, your body went stiff as a board and you went into lock jaw, tongue lolling out onto your cheek. Your entire frame shook with the immense pleasure he was inflicting on your defenseless cunt, weakening you so much that Tengen had to secure a strong hand on your hip to keep you from squirming so much.

“O-o-o-oh g-g-god right t-thereee m’right thereee” Your words come out as slurs and suddenly you cant think anymore. You have never wanted to cum so bad in your life, your desperate for release like a man searching for water in a desert.

“Shit I fucking own you dont I,” Tengen mumbles. And as if on command, all feelings come to a heighten cresendo; explosions of euphoria clouding your brain causing your toes to curl from pleasure and body to shake like a leaf.

It takes a couple seconds after you calmed down to realize you squirted all over Tengens face and all blood rushes to your face turning you a bright red.

“Oh my god in so sorry I didn’t-”

Your voice dies out as you watch Tengen pull off his black shirt, revealing his extremely built body and toned muscles, to wipe the liquid off his face.

If you weren’t embarrassed before you were practically a tomato now.

“What? Like what you see?” Tengen speaks through a grin. You want so badly to tell him otherwise, to preserve your wavering ego but if you did it would all be lies. Instead you opt to get him even and proceed to take off your pink sweater, unbuckling your bra and letting your plush breasts fall out.

“What like what yo- oh~” you moan out. Tengen doesn’t let you get to the last consonant, his eager, hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples and sucking. His tongue flattens, rolling your peak and swirling around your areola, fast and rough until you’re whining. You don’t even notice that he’s pulling down his pants until he pulls away from your abused skin and your met with the sight of his length.

You unconsciously buck your hips up at the sight of it, practically humping the air, and Tengen has to secure your hips down to the bed to prevent you from hurting you self. You could hear your heart in your ears and adrenaline coursed through your veins at rocket fire speed. The need in between your legs was too much, it was clouding your head and twisting your stomach so tight you almost felt sick. You jolt when his fat tip bumps into your clit; collecting your juices before pressing against your quivering hole.

“Please jus-”

Your cut off by the feeling of his length spreading your so helplessly wide and his tip smushing against something which must be your cervix you think. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. You squeeze around him, you body trying to push out the foreign intrusion but at the same time bring him in further, if that was ever possible. Your skin jumped with sentivity, even the air against you made you shiver, and you let out a long whine when a large hand settles over the large bump in your stomach and starts to rub soothing circles.

“Shhhhh, ya too tight baby, gotta relax.”

It was a soothing gesture in spite of everything going around you, one that made your heart swell and eyes water. And he was right, you did need to relax, your chest was rising and falling faster then it should be and you pussy held him in a vice grip that made it impossible for him to move. A couple second flew by as you calmed your self and did your best to relax, and then a couple more. Until one though flooded your brain.

Move.

You needed him to move, you needed the friction against your walls, his tip press against that special spot in you again in again. But why wasn’t he moving?

“Ten?” You whimper, causing him to grin and lower him self down.

“Want me to move dont you?” He slides his thumb along your bottom lip, dipping in your mouth to press on your tongue. “Then be my girl friend.”

Your eyes go wide at the suggestion and he licks his teeth.

“Wha-” You cut your self off with a scream when he teasingly thrusts into you, and god, it feels amazing. Tears dot your water line and trickle pass the side of your eyes.

“You know we’d be so good together, come one just say yes.”

Tengens words drip sweetness like honey, and it’s making your brain turn to mush. You desperately try to move your hips for any kind of friction but he holds you still, preventing you from chasing your pleasure.

“I won’t be with anyone else other then you and I’ll make you feel like this every day sweet heart, and if you don’t love me now I’ll teach you I promise baby.”

The promise of pleasure and affection makes your mind fold and throw all ego aside, and you cave; utterly and completely.

“YES! YES JUST PLEASE FUCK ME TEN PLEASE.” You wail, tears now streaming down your face, bottom lip trembling and eyes filled with complete submission.

“Atta girl.” He says through a smile.

You practically faint when he first thrusts into you with earnest. It euphoric; the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls everytime he backed his hips up. His cock pulsed inside of your silky walls, stretching you to the fullest capacity as he bottomed out again and again. Your body adjusted rather quickly to him, Tengen coaxing you to relax as his tongue flattened against your left nipple, his hand occupying the one left untouched.

His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted. But that quickly changed to harsher thrusts, until he's using you like his personal cock sleeve, shaping your insides and bruising your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

Tengens eyes caught how good you take him - the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He groans at how hot you feel inside, god his fist felt nothing like the real thing.

"Huuuh.... s'good..." Your words string out on your lips, boarder line incoherent from how good your being fucked. The sounds that echoed throuhout the room where down right sinful; the quick wet pap, pap, pap, of his hips against yours drowning out both of your moans.

Like there was nothing else to do in the moment, you clamor onto him, wrapping your shaking arms around his back and bringing him close.

"W-wanna be close." You mumble, bring your face to the crook of his neck and breathing his scent in, because it was the type of scent that you could bury your nose into again and again.

He’s been pressing kisses and biting into your shoulder, but you don’t miss the way he groans at your words. He can’t even keep up the same flirty attitude he’s had this entire time as he stutters a “s-sweetheart.”

The heat in your stomach is coming to a crescendo, you cant take it anymore, its overtaking you, driving you over the edge so fast that you can’t put a stop on it, hardly give him a warning. Your pussy tightens so hard around Tengens cock that he almost has to stop his thrusts, and you open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out, creaming with his cock buried into you.

Tengen didn’t stop, kept fucking you through your orgasm and that telling you there was more to come. You whined, keened, twisted on the bed as you received no room to breathe. That was hard - breathing. It felt like your body was a massive furnace that only offered whimpers and moans which took up all your oxygen. It was all too much for your dumb little mind to handle, too overwhelming to bear. It was even tougher to keep them at bay when all of a sudden Tenegn grabs the plump underside of either thigh and lifts them up, pressing them to your chest and effectively folding you in half.

"O-oh god!" You squeal. The new position not only has every part of you exposed to Tengens piercing gaze but also allowed his cock to hit even deeper inside of you.

"Come on baby, I know you can come again for me, right? Come on." He encourages, voice low. The sheer collision of his dick hitting your cervix is enough to make your brain go numb from the pleasure, and as if he words where magic, you feel your self falling toward the edge faster then you can put a stop to it. Your cunt flutters and you feel your self being sent to a euphoric grave, and god does it feel good, its like your brain in floating in pure ecstasy; every nerve in your body exploding and imploding all at once with pleasure.

"Gonna cum in you baby, oh god-" Tengens thrusts became sloppy, his hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flush against you. "Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny.

"Wa-wait! N-not ins-si-" You squeal but cut your self off when you feel something deliciously warm enter your battered pussy. You babbled and squirmed as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of his seed spurting into you. You unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeezed around him, drawing more out and he whined and murmured his praise. "Good girl, get as much as you can." He petted circles over your stomach, over the bulge of where his cock and cum lay. "Such a pretty tummy...." You threw your face into your arms and shook.

The two of you stayed like that for a while--Tengen keeping you plugged with his cock while you both watched your breaths; listening to the party die down on the outside and occasionally leaning in for a messy kiss.

"So...." You say, deciding to break the silence. "Relationship huh?"

Your awkwardness causes him to chuckle, and he moves to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear; causing you to lean into his touch.

"Thats right baby."

"God im never gonna hear the end of it from mitsuri."

#kny smut #kny x reader #kny sanemi #kny headcanons #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #demon slayer #tengen smut #tengen x reader #tengen uzui #uzui x reader #uzui smut #gyutaro smut #gyutaro x reader #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui smut

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mountkennedie · 3 years ago

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Freezing

Fred Weasley x gender neutral/gn! Reader

*Reader blushes but it's more of an act of being flustered than color on the cheeks (color isn't specified*

Summary: ONE BED TROPE

Warnings: Fred doesn't leave the reader alone but that's it

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Forgot where I got the gif from but it isn't mine!

"Oh I'm sorry dearie but we have so many people over, you'll be sharing a room with Hermione and Ginny," Molly said.

"Oh no Mrs. Weasley it's fine, really."

"And you two," Molly meant at the twins,"help these ladies with their bags."

With a small sigh George and Fred grabbed the 2 suitcases and went up the stairs behind Hermione. When ya'll reached the room Molly chose, Ron's. 'I dont understand how they came up with this idea. Why cant Ron keep his own room?' You thought.

Ginny was already there when Hermione, you, and your unvoluntary bellhops. Before Fred left he pulled you into the hallway," Hello y/n," he said with that classic grin of his.

"Hi Fred."

"It's always a pleasure you know who the more attractive twin is."

"I never said that. I just can see the difference."

"It didn't need to be said, love."

"Not your love," you said shaking your head," and is there a reason why your here still? Other than my jaw dropping looks?"

"Not just that, but I wanted to let you know Ron's room gets the coldest at night. Get to chilly, my door is always unlocked."

"I'd choose freezing, Weasley."

"You see you say that now but-"

"Fred and George what did I say about pranks when there were guests over!" Molly yelled, he voice echoing up the steps.

"Better head down she sounds lethal at the moment."

"No goodbye kiss?"

"Fredrick Gideon Weasly dont make me come up there!" Molly's voice came again.

"Good luck, that's all your getting."

"For now, love."

"Not-", you would have finished if he didn't near fly down the stairs. You just settled for a sigh and re entered Ron's your room.

"You like him don't you?" Ginny didn't hesitate the moment the door closed.

"Don't lie its obvious," Hermione chimed in.

"It's not!"

"So you do!" Hermione and Ginny shared a high 5. "We planned this while you were snogging my brother in the hallway.

"What! I wasn't-"

"Shh sh Y/n there not point in hiding it, you're the definition of flustered right now."

After taking moment to feel the extra warmth at the tops of your cheeks, and become of aware of how short your breaths were. "You don't think he noticed did you?"

"Probably not he's and idiot."

"That's promising."

"So, do you have a type? Does it happen to be gingers..?" Ginny teased looking you up and down. Hermione couldn't hold back the laugh she released.

"Ginny!" It was more of a whine than annoyance.

"Do you?!" Ginny was laughing through her questioning.

"I mean-" Ginny gasped.

"Oh! You're going to be enjoying this summer aren't you!"

"No! What?!" You now were laughing and the whole room was just bursting.

After unpacking, nearly right on time Molly called everyone down for dinner. Following behind Hermione you shut the door to save some heat from escaping. You didn't know how Ron could do it with the draft.

The table had to be outside since the many guests couldn't possibly make it inside. But being the last one there meant little to know seating. Well there was seating actually, just not where you wanted to sit. That of course HAD to be right next Fred of all people.

Sitting down hie flirting never relented. "Just couldn't stay away for to long could you?"

"Well when you save a seat for me, is this not what you wanted?" You saw George put a hand to his mouth to stufle his laughter. Fred mutted a quiet, "Traitor," to his twin. And the food was passed around.

After dinner you all returned to your rooms and thr draft from the window had really done se damage. You shiverd, luckily Ginny noticed.

"Did you not bring a thick enough blanket?" Conern in her voice.

"No, but it's fine-"

"No it isn't. Hold on a second," Ginny left to who knows where.

When she returned she had a sweater in her hands. "Here," she said fights back a smile," it's all I could find."

Putting it on it was a rather large sweater, but very soft. It was deep green and had an 'f' on the front. Wait, it had an 'f' on the front...

"Ginny really! I mean im grateful but, you planned this." Of anything in their house, Ginny could only find Fred's sweater.

"What a coincidence," she said fighting back a laugh. Hermione however let something small slip, but quickly held it back again.

Not long later you all had layed down to sleep, full to the brim with Molly's dinner. Still you woke, the chill of room waking you yet again for its torment.

You got up and decided a warm drink was what you needed. The stairs only cricked a little at the bottom and you walked into the kitchen. It was dark but there was just enough moonlight to see what you were doing.

You put the kettle on and heated the water within, and grabbed a mug and a tea bag. You thought were being rather quiet and that everyone was still asleep. Unfortunately you were wrong.

When the kettle began to whistle, you swiftly pulled it off the stove. While pouring your cup though you heard a muttered," Lumos."

"Sorry it's ju-," you cut yourself off," Oh it's you." You were met with that one ginger you really wish you could avoid. Fred.

"Like you don't enjoy my company."

"You and your delusions."

"You wake me up and then call me delusional," he tsked. "You must be mistaken my room is 1 above the kitchen Y/n. You'll remember soon enough."

"Trust me Weasley, I'm not in need of anything from you."

His wand still lit, pointed down at his your sweater. "Then what's this? Hm?" He tone was condescending and you hated the effect it had on you. "Cute but don't be speechless now Y/L/N."

"Nonononono Ginny got me this."

The smirk on his face prominent when he said," Sending out my little sister for your dirty work I see." He tsked again.

"You just can't go on without thinking I'm into you, can you?" He walked closer to you and you were pressed to the kitchen table.

"Am I wrong?" His voice was low.

You took in a sharp breath and said," No," you mumbled.

"What was that?" He just HAD to be cocky.

"No." You didn't look at him. You didn't need to see his expression to know his arrogance was shining through.

"Had a feeling."

"What are you doing down here Fred?"

"What are you?"

"I'm freezing so I made some tea, now answer my question."

"I wanted to see what was going on down here. The floor boards gave you away, love."

You scoffed," Well now you know, can I enjoy my tea please?"

"No, not when I have a better solution then tea."

"If I do this will you please let it rest?"

"Yes ma'am." You took a some long swings of your tea so if wasn't a complete waste.

After a long sigh you said," fine. One night though!"

"Of course! This is a one time deal Y/n." His tone humorous as always.

You walked up the stairs and he joined you, opening the door. Good thing George slept like he's dead or he would have heard the door open. You didn't mean to launch yourself on the bed, but you just knew it was warm.

"Well make yourself at home I guess," he said with a small chuckle. And you did didn't you.

You felt a dip in the bed, and an arm wrap around your waist, lazily though. You pulled out of his grasp.

"Suit yourself, g'night love," he whispered.

"Night, Fred."

Of course the cold got you once more. You didn't know what to do, Fred was out cold beside you and you hated fo disturb him. 'Well he is out cold', you thought. You gently grasped his arm and allowed yourself to give into his warmth. You dropped his arm around you, and you started to feel the warmth envolp you.

You felt his arms pull you close and press you to his chest. "Knew you'd give in eventually," he lazily murmured.

"Shut up," you murmured back.

You felt his chest rumble a bit as he laughed and you let out a small giggle. Deep sleep finally met you and you slept fully.

'One time' how funny the words were. Long story short, you both broke that vow.

#fred weasley x reader #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #fred gideon weasley #fred weasly x y/n #fred weasley fanfiction #mountkennedie

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aixy-hpsa · 3 years ago

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20:23 (i love you so.)

pairings: kim mingyu x g/n reader

genre: angst, some fluff, mutual pining, (un)requited love, reader likes lying to themselves, exes but also !soulmate au?

wc: 1.7k

(a/n: kind of my first serious drabble on this blog, ya'll i dont even know what this is. i just blacked out and started typing shit at 1 am last night. was originally supposed to be around 20k aka a full length fic but hmm. gyuldaengies i am here to inform all of you with regret that i am one of you now /j. music inspo for this was 'i love you so' by the walters, feel free to listen to it as you read this steaming mess! special thanks to @beyoncesdragon and @praninllove for being the sweetest hypepeople ever pls)

Loneliness strikes the hardest when one hopes for company.

You nearly trip on the extension box uselessly lying on the floor with oodles of wire splayed out uselessly. You had forgotten to reel it back in after using it for your laptop last night. Who in their right mind lived in a bedroom with a singular plug point? You briefly reminisce about Seungkwan nearly punching the life out of your landlord before moving out of this apartment the both of you had originally agreed on cohabiting. The tiny smile that makes your lips curl up is involuntary but definitely not unwelcome. Where was he anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be here with Chan already? You whip out your phone and cradle it between your head and your neck before squatting down to reel all the excess, neglected wire from the extension box back in.

The phone rings, and it doesn’t take long for your best friend of five years to pick up and growl unabashedly.

“We’re still on our way, (name). Stop calling!”

Your neck cracks, and the mobile almost slips as you whip your head to look at the clock on your wall. “On your way from where, Jeju? What in the world is taking you so long?”

There is a windy yell followed by a smack on the other end of the line. You also hear lots of panting, and that’s when it clicks.

“You’re..walking to my place.”

“Our ride broke down.” It’s Chan’s voice in your ear now.

“Well damn.” You get up and dust your pants a little before shoving the cursed wire filled box under your bed with your right foot. You really didn’t care how convenient it was at this point, you were never going to use it again for the foreseeable future. “How far along are you?”

“We’re on the bridge!”

Too late for them to go back then. Maybe they could crash at your place for the night before they got their crap together, it wasn’t like they lived ten minutes apart from you after all. You tell them this, and they agree. You end the call after you hear Seungkwan threatening to hurl Chan off the bridge for walking close enough to him to constantly end up stepping on his toes.

It’s hard not to let their chaos affect you. You feel a little ready to have fun, a little young and reckless despite all of that dreary paperwork sitting on your coffee table. Most of it was due on Monday. Was today Friday already? ‘Course it was, that was why Seungkwan and Chan were coming over. Movie nights were a tradition the three of you had followed since your university days no matter how hard life was going down on you. It was a tradition you followed even when you were at your worst, why would you jam the brakes on it when the only thing holding you back was an ugly stack of papers?

You weren’t inherently an organized person, but you were willing to try every once in a while. You scuttle around the apartment, intently scouring all the rooms for anything out of place. Existing seemed a little easier on days like these, days when you didn’t have to worry about everything at once. Days like these were like a hot balloon slowly drooping down to the ground just for you. You could climb on and feel lighter, you could feel yourself float away from everything that haunted you on all the nights you couldn’t will yourself to go to sleep.

The doorbell rings. Pizza guy or your friends?

It was neither of them. Your hot balloon deflates a little, and then it pops, harshly flinging you back into reality.

“Oh.”

Why was he here?

Mingyu’s eyes widen when they fall upon you. He looks confused, a little frustrated even. He’s dressed to impress, with his hair neatly slicked back and a (riskily positioned) Rolex on his wrist. Heat rushes to your neck, because you’re suddenly growing very aware of your messy bun, your bare face and your unbelievably embarrassing Totoro pajamas. The primal urge to pat yourself down was growing exponentially by the minute.

You resort to staring blankly at the unopened bottle of wine with a pink bow around its neck dangling from his hand for almost a full minute before you look up at his denim jacket and clear your throat. “Can I help you?”

The confusion in your voice seems to stir him out of a stupor you didn’t know he was trapped in. He was fumbling for his phone now. “Sorry uh, I think I got the wrong door. I had no idea you lived here.”

His tone is a little distant, just like yours. You wonder when your friends would swoop in to save you from this mess of an interaction.

“Okay.”

Mingyu looks the same. It’s not like a person could drastically morph into a stranger in such a short span of time. Interacting with him was inevitable with that soul bond you both had. You two were always somehow bumping into each other at the worst places and times imaginable. That split he had razored into his eyebrow that you had noticed for the very first time when you had catastrophically rammed your trolley into his very full one at the convenience store nearly a week ago was still there. Maybe it had dulled a little, you couldn’t tell. You make the rookie mistake of unconsciously looking for that ever present mole on his cheek, and you almost bite the tip of your tongue when something familiar, something so delicate and longing threatens to seize your breath.

The opposite poles of a magnet were meant to pull each other with a lot of force, but what if they didn't want that? Ironic. Mingyu did feel like everything you could ever possibly want, but why did he also feel like something too good to be true, something you could never have?

You’re brought back from your reverie when he coughs a little into his fist before the call connects and he raises the slightly cracked screen of his phone to his lips. “Hi babe, I think I got your door number wrong? Was it not 314?”

He was probably on a date then. Was it okay to assume? You’ve never heard him call any of his friends “babe”, so. It didn’t really matter to you anyways. It was another one of those silly little mistakes, him colliding with your day like this. He was going to leave soon, you could go back to waiting for Seungkwan and Chan, and before long, the three of you would be buried neck deep in the plot of a chunky psychological thriller. Everything was going to be fine, you weren’t going to let this ruin your day anymore.

“314? I’m at 314 though?” He’s still here, and he’s still on the phone. His hands were moving a little too wildly for someone carrying a wine bottle. Why was he even holding the neck of the bottle like it was the hilt of a sword? Wasn’t he supposed to be holding the body?

Foreshadowing was one hell of a bitch. You were right, unbearably so. There were glass shards everywhere, and all you saw was red. You weren’t seeing red because you were mad, there was red wine all over the welcome carpet right at the entrance of your apartment.

“Fuck.” He’s bending down haphazardly, panic lacing his actions. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t-”

“That’s alright.” You’re almost swatting him away from the ground, away from all those glass shards. The last thing you wanted to do with your time tonight was spend it with Kim Mingyu at the E.R. “I’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”

Don’t worry? You mentally curse yourself for sounding so stupid as you walk further into your apartment to get a dish filled with water, a wet rag and some disinfectant to get rid of all the sour wine smell. He’s still standing outside when you return, and you’re positive he’s staring at you when you messily fold your sleeves to start tidying up the floor, to start tidying up the pandemonium threatening to spill from the broken wine bottle inside your heart. “You don’t have to run late to your-” you catch yourself in time-”whatever, the bottle technically crashed inside my apartment, I can fix that myself. Just buy a new one or something.”

Maybe this was all you could do for him. A man you once knew, a man you (once, emphasis on the once) loved. You could let him go. You could clean up the mess you were maybe partially responsible for and wish him the best.

Maybe this was the only way you could care now.

Mingyu’s eyes narrow a little at your words. You try not to groan audibly when he (finally) steps inside and crouches down right beside you. Your shoulders are touching, the proximity is too much for you, and you try not to pop a vein when he pulls out a wet rag from a bucket and starts collecting all the small, dangerous glass pieces with quick, deft movements. This was out of your hands then, the fucker was definitely going to stain his denim-fuelled ensemble now.

“I broke the bottle inside your place, it doesn’t make sense for you to be doing this.”

Cool. How were you going to tell him you were doing it because you wanted him to be gone as quickly as possible and not because you didn’t want him running late for his date? It’s a little too domestic for your taste, the both of you hastily arguing over which corners of the room you were going to cover. It was way too domestic, the way he had to stretch his arm over your shoulder and pick up an ugly piece of green glass you had previously missed. You try your best to not grow comfortable, you try not to let the warmth from his demeanor seep into your bones.

You fail miserably.

“(name).”

“Mm?”

“It's not a date. she’s just a friend.”

Your heart cracks a little. A bitter laugh bubbles from your lips as you throw down a fresh rag on a particularly wine-soaked spot a little too aggressively for your taste.

“Right. I never asked, though.”

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