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The Nightmare Picnic - Wally Darling x Reader

You're a brand new resident in the wonderful Welcome Home Neighbourhood, and it's the perfect day for the picnic! But your dear friend Wally Darling doesn't seem to be enjoying the fun. What will happen when you decide to try and cheer him up?

content warnings for: eye imagery, scopophobia, hypnosis, impossible physics, Eldritch, and unreality. go in assuming that Wally is a weird little guy, and you’re both terrified of and kind of enjoy that fact! 😉 you can also find this fic on my AO3. i hope you enjoy!!

The day you learn how to love Wally Darling begins like any other.

It is a balmy day, the air soft and thick and dizzy with butterflies. The sun shines with relentless cheer, and nary a cloud can be seen in the sky. Such a day in the Neighbourhood cannot be spent languishing inside, and all your new neighbours think the same way. So, which lovely activity did they decide upon? Why, a picnic on the grass, of course!

The organisation of the event is efficient and cheerful. In no time, the lush meadow surrounding the outskirts of the Neighbourhood is replete with cosy blankets to lie on, fun games to play, and a plethora of delicious foods contributed by each neighbour. Luckily, you’d baked a whole tray of cupcakes the previous day, with the intent of handing them out when bumping into your neighbours going about their daily business. The cupcakes were a huge success; even the ever-curmudgeonly Frank, who always has something to complain about, graces you with a begrudging, “It’s good, I suppose,” when you hand him a vanilla cupcake topped with a green-icing butterfly.

'I needed this,’ you think as you look around at your new friends. You’ve only been a resident of the Neighbourhood for a few months, but in that time you’ve grown so close to its colourful cast of neighbours as if you’d known each other your whole lives. Right now, they’re dotted across the meadow, smiling and laughing without a care in the world: Howdy’s busy putting together an impossibly long string of daisy chains; Eddie and Sally peer into an origami fortune-teller and giggle at the results; Frank leans over a bush, studying a caterpillar, and Julie and Poppy clap and cheer whilst Barnaby entertains them with a juggling act.

It’s a gorgeous scene. Today, your heart is warm.

A small flash of yellow catches your eye. Of course, it’s an incomplete picture. You take in Wally, who sits cross-legged under the shade of a verdant apple tree. He’s holding an apple between both hands and staring at it intently, as if willing the fruit to communicate with him. It’s an odd expression - you aren’t used to seeing Wally in a state of concentration.

“Hey, Wally!” you call.

Wally looks up at you and smiles. He beckons you over.

“Hello,” says Wally, in his simple way. “I’m happy to see you.”

Oh, what a beautiful voice. Every time you hear Wally speak, it’s like the gentle lapping of his syllables sweep away your worries in a single wave.

As you get closer to Wally, you notice a few strands of his deep blue hair turning flyaway and giving in to the heat, curling away from the otherwise-immaculate pompadour and escaping the death-grip of his hairspray. He’s a little dishevelled elsewhere, too; Wally’s neckerchief is coming loose, and though he’s long since abandoned his cardigan, a stray button on his shirt remains stubbornly popped. You find yourself grinning. Wally takes such pride in his appearance that you never get to see him a little less than perfect.

“Same to you!” you say. “Aren’t you hungry? All the food’s down with the others.”

That unusually pensive look on Wally’s face deepens. He turns his eyes back to his apple. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” You rummage in your backpack and pull out a chocolate bar. “You’ve got to eat, bud. You not feeling so good?”

Wally takes the treat from you and examines it for a moment, as if the bar is a scientific curiosity. “That’s very nice of you…but this doesn’t work for me. You should keep it.”

When Wally hands the bar back, your fingers touch for the briefest moment, and a shiver works its way up your spine.

You don’t know when this… thing you have for Wally Darling began. Despite the countless nights you’ve spent desperately trying to focus on something, anything else, your thoughts inevitably return to the little yellow puppet-man and his catlike smile. There’s a strange magnetism to Wally which befits his profession as a television host; everything from the delicate way he handles his paintbrush, to his ridiculous affinity for apples, leaves you with a little more fondness than before. Wally has so much affection stored in one small body, and when you first met, you wondered how any person could love so much all at once.

But now, when you look at Wally, you understand.

“If you’re sure.” You pop the bar back into your bag and sit on the ground in front of Wally, mirroring his cross-legged pose. “The offer’s still there.”

“It’s tempting,” says Wally, now turning his apple over and over in his hands. “I’d like to know what would happen, if I tried. But Barnaby told me it isn’t worth the risk. I trust him to know.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, but the look on Wally’s face is so uncharacteristically brooding that you don’t feel it’s polite to pry. Wally’s always been the drifting sort: those large, dewy eyes of his are perpetually lidded, and always seem to be gazing at something no one else can see. But Wally’s inattentiveness is usually matched with an infectious, excited kind of energy, bursting with nonsense and love.

Today, he almost looks sad. The idea makes you feel sick.

It occurs to you that this may be a personal issue, and Wally doesn’t know you well enough to discuss it. So you ask, “Do you want me to look away?”

Wally’s fingers still. To your surprise, the apple actually drops from his hands and rolls into the grass. You’ve never seen Wally mistreat an apple before - there must be something seriously wrong.

“Actually,” says Wally, now looking at you properly, “I’d like to try something.”

He gestures for you to shuffle closer. When you do, Wally reaches forward and takes hold of your forearms. You make a surprised noise, but Wally squeezes you, and fixes you with a smile full of reassurance and warmth. A rush of heat leaps into your cheeks, and you’re suddenly reminded of an interaction you had with another neighbour not too long ago.

It was only a week after you arrived in the Neighbourhood, and you were finally moving the last of your belongings into your home. All of your new neighbours had graciously donated their time to help you in some fashion, and you were overcome with gratitude. On that final day you were more than capable of doing the rest of the moving yourself, but your closest neighbour - the excitable Julie Joyful - volunteered to help with the last handful of delicate items. At first, you were unsure - Julie is a lovely girl and incredibly fun to be around, but so spirited that you feared for the safety of your items. But a good twenty minutes of allowing her to help with the least fragile of your boxes allayed all your fears: Julie moves with the grace of a ballerina, and the two of you soon had all your boxes stacked in your living room.

Burnt orange sunlight poured through the window, streaming soon-to-be-dusk and casting the wooden floorboards with a vibrant glow. You take a moment from the heavy lifting to look out the window. Across the lawn, you can make out a couple of your neighbours engaging in some game. Upon closer inspection, you realise it’s Wally and Barnaby, the former laughing and tossing a series of colourful balls for Barnaby to catch.

You watched as Wally swung his arm and threw a few of the balls a surprising distance, letting the large, spotted dog race off to retrieve them. Wally put his hands on his hips, as if exhausted by the exertion. He turned - and locked eyes with you. Wally’s face broke out into a huge grin, and he gave you a hearty wave. Feeling horribly embarrassed, you waved back, trying to ignore the painful squeezing of your heart. You’ve only known Wally a week, and yet you’re utterly charmed by everything he does.

A tug on your arm brought you back to the present: it’s Julie. She bats her long eyelashes at you, a knowing smile on her face.

“You like hiiiiim, ” she teased, her voice all sing-song.

“What?!”

You grabbed Julie by the shoulders and yanked her away from the window, as if Wally could somehow hear you both through sight. “No! I don’t know where you got an idea like that-”

“It’s okay, sweetie. You don’t need to pretend.”

Your face felt like it was on fire. You’d always been the careful type, ensuring your innermost thoughts and feelings stayed stuffed as far down as possible to keep you safe. But the Neighbourhood bred a kind of emotional honesty with which you were totally unfamiliar. Everyone is so exuberant, always wearing their hearts on their sleeves - some of them even literally, as plenty of your new neighbours wore outfits stitched with cute little hearts! Keeping a secret in the Neighbourhood felt wrong…even a secret crush on the silly little artist whose smile lit up your insides.

So, you give in. “How did you know?”

Julie giggles. She fishes in the pocket of her dress, and pulls out a daisy.

“I know a lot about flowers,” she explained, as she twirled the stem between her fingers. “What kinds grow in different meadows. How much sun and water and love they need to grow. They show it in their petals, and how they lean. People are a lot like that too.

“When you arrived, you looked…wilted. Like you’d been kept out of the sun for too long. I could see it, but didn’t want to ask why. I think everyone else could, too…and we all wanted to help a new friend who lost their colour.”

“You’ve all been so lovely to me,” you said, by way of thanks.

Julie nodded. “Sure we have! And it worked, for a little bit. But for a flower at the end of its days, even fresh soil, plenty of sun and lots of water can only do so much. Your petals seemed faded for good. And that’s okay. I just wanted you to be happy - whatever that looks like for you.”

You swallowed. “You see a lot, for a gardener.”

Julie smiled. “When you care for flowers, you learn to listen to their needs. Sometimes, you’ll have a flower who has everything in the world…but they’re still curling up, and shying away from the light.”

She pressed the daisy into your palm.

“Wally brings the colour back to your petals,” said Julie. “Do yourself a favour. Don’t hide from your sun.”

Another squeeze from Wally brings you out of your recollection. You suck in a deep breath, facing this new reality of Wally holding you, his fingers pleasantly warm and fuzzy.

“Close your eyes,” says Wally gently.

For anyone else, you would’ve paused - but for Wally, you comply immediately.

Slowly, you feel Wally’s hands slide down your arms to your hands. He threads his fingers through yours and holds them firm, so tight that you start to feel your blood thrumming from the pressure. Your hearing, sensitive now your sight is compromised, picks up the distant chatter of your neighbours, as well as the friendly sounds of nature at play. Your skin tingles, sweat-slicked from the heat and the nerves.

“I have a question,” says Wally, his voice wonderfully calm and soft.

“Yes?”

“Why do you eat?”

“Uh…” What kind of question was that? Wally is admittedly prone to posing questions that only a truly strange mind would think up, but this one is so baffling, you’re thrown entirely for a loop. “...So I don’t die, I guess?”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Wally’s unique, halting laugh almost startles you into opening your eyes. “You’re so funny. Okay. Do you know why I eat?”

This time, it takes you a little longer to answer. A simple enough question, surely with the exact same answer? But Wally’s voice has taken on a teasing, knowing edge - a sound you recognise from when he’s setting up a punchline. The question must be a trick. So you rack your brains, trying to think of all the times you’d seen Wally eat: where he was, what he was eating.

With your eyes still closed, you reach a strange realisation.

“I…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat.”

A soft chuckle from Wally. “That’s right. You haven’t.”

Wally’s grip on your hand tightens. Strangely, a weak, static noise buzzes to life, seemingly from inside your skull. You shift, trying to locate the source, but Wally holds you in place. As the noise grows, the sounds of your friends fizzle out and die. It’s as if you’ve been placed on an invisible train and are moving steadily down the track, away from all the familiar sounds of your Neighbourhood - but you can’t feel the rumbling of the track, or hear the whistle of the wind.

“But…maybe you should.”

With Wally’s words the temperature noticeably drops, and gooseflesh breaks out on your arms. You shudder, wanting to open your eyes but finding that you can’t: your eyelids feel impossibly heavy. You’re stuck in place, pinioned to the grass (which you can no longer feel) as that buzzing sound inches up by the decibel, a nasty, steady crawl which leaves your brain awash in a sea of noise.

“Open your eyes.”

You do so.

And you can’t make sense of what you see.

The sky is gone. The tree is gone. The meadow is gone. Every detail from the Neighbourhood’s comforting landscape has evaporated, leaving nothing behind but a grayscale emptiness which fuzzes in and out like television static. Even the awful buzzing sound abruptly falls away, leaving your ears with nothing but the distant sound of an unseen tide.

Wally still sits in front of you, his hands grasping yours, but it’s like he’s sitting on nothing at all: somehow supported by a cushion of emptiness. It’s like the texture of the world has fallen out of reality.

Seized by vertigo, you tighten your grip on Wally’s hands. “What’s happening?!”

“Don’t worry,” says Wally. “You’re safe.”

“There’s nothing here,” you whisper. “Where is everyone?”

“Back Home,” says Wally. “They can’t see us right now. They’re not ready.” His smile turns coy. “But I think you are. Watch this.”

Wally reaches over and rustles in your backpack. Your heart crawls into your mouth; although you can see Wally’s hands in front of you, you can somehow still feel his hands holding both of yours, keeping you locked in place. You try to look down and make sense of this impossibility, but your eyes are stuck, glued to Wally’s face. You can only watch, terrified, as he takes out your chocolate bar and locks in his gaze.

Without warning, Wally’s eyes flare open, heavy lids drawing back and revealing the full size of his large, black pupils. Wally’s stare travels steadily down the chocolate bar, a focused intensity searing from his eyes like a laser. Somehow as he stares, bite marks are chunked out of the chocolate, as if some great invisible person is taking enormous chomps out of both the bar and wrapper. In seconds, the chocolate is gone.

Panic grips your chest, and you start to hyperventilate. The world tilts, and you’re scared you might actually puke. Wally blinks, his eyelids half-blanketing those pupils once more, and he looks at you with concern. When his eyes connect, your chest convulses with panic: a type of terror you’ve never experienced before threatening to claw its way out of your body and devour you whole.

“What happened?!”

“Oh, don’t be scared,” says Wally, his voice floating and cloudlike. “This is just how I eat.”

“How - did you - do - that?” you gasp.

“I’m not sure. I’ve always eaten this way.” Wally inclines his head in sympathy. “I am sorry if I’ve made you afraid. I usually only eat when others are blinking. That way, I don’t interrupt them. I don’t want to be rude."

You suck in a huge gulp of breath. “Wally, this is…impossible,” you manage. “I want to leave - I want to go Home-”

“You can’t.”

Wally shakes his head mildly from side to side, but his eyes seem to stay still, locked into the centre of his face. No matter how much you strain to move, those incredible eyes remain right in front of you, always at the same distance, never looking away - and never blinking. In your peripheral vision, you see Wally’s hand reach up towards your face. He cups your cheek. The sensation of feeling three arms belonging to a two-armed person on your body sends a rush of nausea through your throat. Wally strokes your skin with his thumb.

“You understand me so well,” says Wally. “You see me, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand.” Another wave of dizziness rises up, pushing behind your eyeballs. The sensation is the same as the pressure of allergies arising on a high pollen day - yet you can no longer smell the flowers of the meadow. You try again in vain to rip your gaze away from Wally’s, but you can��t - and you’re finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

Wally’s thumb stops, resting in the dip of your cheek. “I love my friends, but they only see one part of me. The part they want to see. But you…”

His thumb trails to the edge of your lip.

“...you see all of me.”

You’re split in two. Your brain, the logical part of your thinking, is screaming at you to do anything - to move, to scream, to run as fast as you can into the nightmare emptiness and beg for help. But the other part of you - your traitorous, emotional heart - douses the runaway fire of your fear with the intoxication of Wally’s touch. You find yourself leaning into his hand, savouring how perfectly his cheek cups your palm, and the slight fuzz of his thumb teasing your lip.

“I do,” you whisper. Suddenly, your body relaxes, and you slump forward. You feel very tired. The panic which gripped your body only moments ago is now quashed, flattened into a fine layer of dust by the weight of Wally’s impossibly black eyes. Now your nervous system is nothing but the aftermath: the feeling of fight-or-flight chemicals settling into your bloodstream, leaving you weak and sluggish.

Now, Wally’s eyes are not a source of terror. They’re a blanket you wish to curl up beneath, and never wake up.

“I think you’re special, you know,” says Wally. “The way I feel when I’m around you is…different, than with the others. You’re the absolute most.”

Wally’s words settle over your brain like a dream. You watch, your eyes heavy and drained, as Wally brings his hands up to his chest and forms the shape of his heart with his fingers. You’re no longer scared of the physical contradictions of Wally holding your hands whilst signing his affection. It seems in this reality, Wally can have as many hands as he wants.

This is why Wally’s next question confuses you so:

“Do you think if our friends saw me like this…they’d run away?”

Wally’s words are becoming harder to process. The world around him tunnels. Even though you’re sure that you’re fixed in place, sitting on some immovable, textureless cushion, Wally’s eyes grow larger, encroaching evermore on your limiting field of vision. The longer you look, the more of Wally’s scleras are swallowed by his expanding pupils. Those blown, void-black pools seem to come with their own gravity, and you’re slipping into their inconceivable pull, ready to be strewn and stretched and ripped apart by their physics.

“Oh, Wally,” you try to say, but your tongue slackens, and his name comes out as, ‘Waaalllllyyyy.’ “We love you so much. You can’t make us run away.”

Wally smiles, and you think it’s the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

“How I wish that were true.”

Suddenly, Wally’s eyes shift just the slightest bit to the left. The effect is like unsealing a pressure chamber. For a moment you are released from his eyes, and your brain and body scramble as one, free-falling and bracing to break against the ground with a hypnic jerk. However, Wally realises his mistake and grabs you by the shoulder - another impossible arm - and forces you to look back into his eyes.

“Shh. Don’t strain yourself. The more you resist, the worse you’ll feel.”

You blink rapidly, trying to reorient yourself in space. Wally’s touch grounds you again, holding you steady in this non-existent space. You try to reply, but your mouth now hangs open, jaw useless. Saliva collects in a pool under your tongue, but Wally still keeps his thumb at the edge of your lip, now rubbing soothing circles against your flesh.

“We don’t have much time,” says Wally. “But…thank you for this. You can’t know how much I appreciate you.”

The warm flush of his approval works its way through your unresponsive body. Your muscles contract, dopamine and serotonin coating your insides and bringing your fingers - still interlocked with Wally’s - into a sudden contraction. You force your mouth into a speech-ready shape, fuelled by his words and his touch and the sheer paradox of his being, and you try so desperately to say, ‘Wally, I love you- ’

But then he looks away.

The spell is broken. Like flipping to another television channel, the world around you snaps back into place in one vivid bound. All the colour, sounds and scents of the Neighbourhood re-enter your senses in one huge burst, and the force of it almost knocks you over. Wally - who is still holding your hands, just like before - keeps you steady, crushing your hands together like he would rather die than let go.

“Hey, you two!”

Looking away from Wally feels like ripping off a plaster. Your eyes alight on Julie trotting up the meadow’s slight incline, clutching a hotdog in one hand and a cooler in the other.

“Eddie wanted me to tell you we’re packing up,” Julie chirps. “Looks like a thunderstorm is coming.” She looks down at your hands, still intertwined with Wally’s, and grins. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Just some good old-fashioned fun,” says Wally, his voice impassive and gentle.

The ability for words has deserted you. You stare back at Wally, searching desperately for something supernatural in the darks of his eyes. Wally looks normal - as normal as a small, yellow puppet can - and his eyes are back to their half-lidded, sleepy-looking state. It takes a couple of nudges with his foot for Wally to bring you back to earth.

Wally lets go of your hands, and you can feel the blood pumping in the spaces between your fingers. You try standing up, but your legs are weak and wobbly, as if you’d just run a marathon while sitting in one spot. They would’ve collapsed beneath you, but Wally catches you before you slip. He hauls you up and loops his arm around yours.

“Just hungry,” Wally says with a smile. “Let’s get you Home."

Julie leads the way down the small embankment, with Wally supporting your timid, uneasy steps. You soon reach your neighbours, now busying themselves in tidying up the remnants of your picnic. Upon seeing you, they all crowd around, asking if you’re okay. Barnaby remarks that you look terribly pale, and Sally offers to bring you a drink. However, Wally shoos them off, admonishing them in a familial sort of way. He reassures them that you’ve just had a small fainting spell, and need to get some rest.

Now free of the others, Julie, Wally and yourself make the way home - and you’re thankful it’s only a short distance. When you finally reach your porch you want to fall over onto the steps, but Wally keeps you held upright: a firm, reassuring presence at your side.

“You need to tell us if you get this again, okay?” says Julie, looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“Okay,” you say, giving a weak nod.

“Thank you. Feel better soon, okay?”

Julie gives you and Wally a final glance over. Having determined you’ll be more than fine in Wally’s care, she bids her goodbyes and skips off to help the rest of your neighbours.

“Ha ha ha,” laughs Wally. “Julie is a good friend. I’m lucky to have her in my life.”

You look sideways at Wally. He catches your eye, and dips his head in a nod. “I feel the same way about you,” he says.

The question is implied in his voice - a little waver at the edge of his words.

“Wally…I don’t really understand what happened today,” you say. “But…I know it doesn’t change how much I like you."

The beam that dawns on Wally’s face is so wide, it almost cracks in two. “Thank you,” he whispers.

You can’t help but return the grin. “Thank you for being vulnerable with me.”

Wally lets go of your arm, and turns to face you properly. He reaches up one hand, and then hesitates, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours as if pondering a question.

Finally, Wally leans in and gives you a small, gentle kiss on the cheek. You inhale sharply, your arms hanging limply by your side and your fingers curling into questioning shapes. His mouth is plush and downy, and the impression of his lips sends a toasty-sweet feeling rocketing through your body.

When Wally pulls back, his yellow skin is dusted pink about his cheeks.

“Always know,” he says softly, “that I love you very much.”

Then, he’s leaving. You watch in stunned silence as Wally’s back retreats into the distance, making his way to join the throng of your neighbours. A slight rumble in the distance makes you look up: a cluster of thunderclouds gather at the edge of the Neighbourhood, fat with the promise of rain.

You touch your lips gently, and smile. Then, you retreat inside the safety of your home…with the warm memory of Wally’s kiss playing in your mind, and static still buzzing in your fingers.

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johnwickb1tsch · 4 months

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 5 all chapters

-You take him home, and you can't help but stare in awe as you go through the gate. The Wick residence is quite the cabin-style manse, a behemoth in dark painted wood and stone and massive mirrored windows.

“Do you...want to come in?” he offers as you park in the circle drive. “Dog would love to see you.”

You look at him, not sure if that is code for he would like you to spend more time with him. It’s so hard to read this man. It doesn't seem like he's hitting on you though. Just…being nice? You know he must be lonely, and you truly have nothing better to do.

“Ok. I can stay for a little while.”

The mudroom leads into the kitchen, which is dark cabinets and black marble countertops. Dog trots up to you immediately upon entrance, snoofing your outreached hands and leaning heavily on your legs. “Hi sweetie,” you say, scratching his side.

“How about a snack?” John offers, opening the refrigerator. “I’m always hungry after a hike.”

“Okay.”

“Want some coffee? Tea?”

“I can make it, if you show me where your stuff is.”

“No, it’s your day off. Let me take care of you. You always take care of me.”

You're a little dumbfounded, standing in this man’s kitchen who by his own admission, you barely know. Never once have you been invited by any of the wealthy visitors from the coffee shop into their homes. Why would you be?

You aware again of how he towers over you. It makes your very bones weak, when he looks down at you with those shining dark eyes. He does not look away from you, holding your gaze. You don't know why, but you feel a little like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

“Have a seat,” he directs, nodding towards a leather-upholstered stool at the island.

“Ok...”

You are not used to being taken care of. You’ve been on your own for so long.

You feel a little out of place, and cautiously slide up onto the stool, looking around. It’s an open plan, you can see into the recessed living room with its cavernous ceiling. The house is painted in dark shades, masculine, but very stylish. It's classy but comfortable, with large windows to let in the light and the natural beauty from outside.

Then you watch with more than a little fascination as John sets up a kettle and a French press, then starts putting together a little charcuterie spread on a wooden board. His hands are poetry in motion, and like when he’d helped you with your burn, you cannot look away. He slices artisan sausage and cheese, expensive locally crafted treats from the grocer you can never afford on your ramen budget. They look delicious.

You feel like quite the honored guest. The kitchen fills with the heavenly scent of coffee as he pours the hot water into the carafe, and you relax slightly.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me, Mr. Wick,” you say as the selection on the charcuterie board expands to sliced apple and herby crackers, still a bit mortified.

“Call me John,” he insists, looking at you through his hair. Your heart does an extra hard tha-thump in your chest. “And it’s my pleasure, really.”

With sundries in tow you go to the living room, where there are soft leather couches and a rustic walnut wood coffee table. He turns on the gas fireplace, lending the room a warm glow. You notice there are bookshelves flanking the fireplace that rise almost to the ceiling, completely full. This place is incredibly cozy, and as you settle into the cushion you regret already that you’ll have to leave.

Dog clambers up on the couch with you, practically climbing into your lap. You laugh, hugging the affectionate canine as he licks your face, but John gives him a funny look.

“Is he not allowed on the couch?” you ask, feeling sheepish.

“Not usually, but I'll let it slide.” He says it with a slight smile, looking at the animal bemusedly. “It's not often we have company.”

Dog offers a canine smile, undoubtedly well aware that he is getting away with something this special day.

You take a sip of your coffee, and sigh. This is the good stuff. “God. You make better coffee than I do. Why do you even bother to come into the shop when you could just stay here all day?” You could just sit and read in this room for hours, you reckon. Look out the window. Watch the fire, and forget the outside world even exists.

“The shop has its perks,” he says quietly, looking at you out the corner of his eye. As usual, you're not sure if he's talking in double speak. In the end you decide it’s all in your head, and you relax a little more.

After snacking on tasty tidbits and sipping a bit more brew, you look around more. A wrought iron staircase leads up to a landing. You can tell the house sprawls a long way further back than just what you can see. Before you can stop yourself you blurt out, “Do you really live here all alone?”

You’ve never noticed a wedding ring, but then, he’s missingthe appropriate finger.

“Yes.” He looks off into the fire. “I was married once, but she passed away.”

Shit. You and your big fucking mouth.

“Oh. I'm so sorry.”

“Thanks. It seems like it was a lifetime ago now.” He frowns, clearly still deeply pained about it, and you feel so terrible for bringing it up. But sometimes once the scab is open, it's best to remember something good.

“What was her name?”

“Helen.”

“How pretty.”

“Yes. She was...a lovely woman.”

“What was she like?”

He smiles then. It's slight, and completely to himself. But you feel some validation in your train of inquiry. “She was smart, and funny, and she lit up any room she walked into.”

His total opposite, it sounded like. There’s a reason opposites attract, to make a whole.

He sighs, a forlorn sound that squeezes your heart. “And, I loved her with all my heart.”

“What a lucky woman,” you say before you can stop yourself.

You absolutely feel the weight of the sidelong look he pays you this time.

“We had some luck, before she was diagnosed. But when you love someone like that...eternity wouldn't be long enough.”

You're not sure why there are tears in your eyes for someone you never met.

“I wouldn't know,” you admit.

No one has ever loved you so much.

“You're young yet. You will, someday.” You can still feel him looking at you, out the corner of your eye. His gaze has such weight to it, a heady, heavy thing that is like a hand on your skin.

“I’m not sure I want to,” you admit frankly. “It sounds…terrifying.”

“It is,” he agrees. “But when it hits you...you don't really get a choice.”

Before you can think of an answer to that, somewhere in the house a phone rings. With a little frown John gets up to answer it. “Make yourself at home,” he tells you. It sounds a bit like an order.

You take an impossibly soft blanket and drape it over you and dog, snuggling up in the cozy warmth. You don’t really mean to fall asleep, but you close your eyes, and you ae done for.

You dream that someone is gently touching your face, tracing the curve of your cheek ever so lightly.

You only wake up when there's a small noise, and you find John cleaning up what's left of the charcuterie board.

“Sorry,” he whispers, glaring down at the cheese knife that dared roll off onto the table.

That he would apologize to you, when you're the one who fell asleep in his house, is pretty absurd.

You sit up a little. The weight of dog has made one of your legs go numb.

“I'm sorry,” you counter. You are mortified as you wonder if you were snoring. Waking up early for your shift at the coffee house tires you out so badly. It can be hard to have a real life, when you wake up at four in the morning. “I didn't mean to doze. It's so warm and comfortable here.”

He frowns again, but you don’t realize it’s because he’s wondering if you are warm and comfortable in your own tiny apartment. He holds up a hand when he sees you struggling to get free of the blanket.

“It's alright. Stay as long as you like.”

He takes what little is left of the sundries back into the kitchen.

You manage to get up, and stretch, reawakening your limbs. You join him in the kitchen. The sun is hanging low in the sky. It will be dark soon. You have sooo overstayed your welcome, or so you think.

“You might as well stay for dinner now,” John says. As usual, you can't really tell if he's joking.

He’s not, in fact, but he is being careful about how he handles this delicate thing between you. Seeing you snoozing contentedly on his couch with his dog moved him to his toes, and the notion of keeping you there with him is becoming harder and harder to resist.

It would be so easy, he thinks, just to keep you.

Fat snowflakes have started to fall outside.

“I think I've imposed on you enough for one day. Thank you, this was nice.”

He looks out at the snow, which is falling even more heavily now.

“Sure you want to go out in this?”

“Right now? Yes. In two hours, probably not.”

He nods at that, seeming to think on something. “Will you...text me that you've gotten home safe?”

You are finding out that this outwardly stone-faced man has a protective steak that is totally endearing. You never would have guessed from his prickly exterior.

“Sure. What's your number?”

He tells you, and you punch it into your phone. “Alright. See you later, Mr. Wick.”

He doesn't correct you, and is it just you, or do his pupils dilate when you call him that?

Hard to tell, with eyes so dark as his.

There is a pregnant moment between you, in which you wonder if you should offer him a hug, or if that would totally ruin the balance of your companionship. You briefly wonder what he would do if you stood on tiptoe, steadied yourself with a hand on that muscular chest, and kissed him on the cheek, before you decide you need to go.

Later you text him a funny string of emojis involving a house, snowflakes, the wide-eyed smiley, and a penguin, imagining how they would make him scrunch up his brow.

Does this mean you're home safe?

Yes, Mr. Wick.

Glad to hear it. Good night, y/n.

#john wick #john wick x you #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #john wick fic #keanu reeves x reader #yandere john wick #bittersweet john wick imagine #i just feel like dark academia cabin in the woods would be johns jam 😂

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and last but not least my husband Luke can I please request 🍰 Honey sweets with him even better during a lazy picnic in the countryside ? Thank you so much I can't wait to read them all ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤😍😍😍😍😍😍

I loved writing your requests, they were all so cute and detailed!! 🥺 Hope you enjoyed them!

[🍰] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚗𝚒𝚌…

LUKE:

It's like the world outside is cheering for your love, the way your and Luke's day off turned out to be perhaps the best one in weeks. Gone are the clouds threatening to ruin all and any plans with yet another spring rain - today the birds are chirping and there seem to be twice as many flowers peaking from newly grown grass patches. It calls for a picnic. The picnic that you and Luke have been dreaming about for some time now.

The sun is basking you but not smoldering you in its rays and it's easy to breathe, so you take lungfuls, skipping ahead as you walk on the countryside road under the sparse shade of apples in full bloom. Luke doesn't mind lagging behind. He gets to watch the sight of you.

He also gets to busy himself with the contents of the basket he's holding, as he takes a slice of your honey pie - still warm - if not now, when is the best time to eat it? Even without this excuse, you wouldn't scold your dear prince anyway. But he's cute like that.

As an extra measure, he shares it with you. You eat the sweetness from his fingers, little crumbs getting stuck to your chin that Luke is quick to swipe off with his thumb and lick clean.

"I don't want anything of your delicious desserts to go to waste."

You blush a little, stuck between the embarrassment of Luke seeing you make a mess of your face and secretly wanting him to do this again, or perhaps to come up with a more effective and direct way of wiping it clean... but those thoughts dissipate as soon as Luke reaches in the basket with a look of distress and surprise.

"I'm...afraid we ate everything before the picnic."

Gasping genuinely, your own surprise soon morphs into a smug smile, as if you've not only foreseen this moment coming but have also been looking forward to it. You open the tinier basket you've been holding, and present to Luke another batch of honey sweets.

Luke looks at you with bewilderment and also with love. Tons of love.

"You're the best."

∎ Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event | 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince luke #luke randolph #ikemen prince luke randolph #ikepri luke #ikemen luke #steal my heart!! xxsycamore's 1500 followers celebration event

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"Prey or kin?"

So... This is my first attempt to write about others Farmer OCs. And I decided to write the first story about OC Nina, owned by @girls4zelda! The story is a bit short and maybe not very good, but I thought it was worth starting at least. Yep...

It's that time again....

The very time when she should run faster than the wind, into the dense forest. Away from Pelican Town, away from people. As far away as she can get, even farther than her forest cabin where she lives, into the dark woods. Nina can't afford to delay, she can already hear the call.... She can feel her fangs erupting, she can feel the thick, stiff fur on her once pale skin, her thoughts jumbling together, her ancient blood awakening.

A full silver moon adorns the clear night sky.

It is hunting time.

Scary, incomprehensible sounds, her own scream - not a scream, but a howl that pierced to the bone - that filled the dense forest. Nina was used to them by now; every full moon she had to go through it as if it were the first time. As if for the first time, all her senses sharpen to the absolute, as if for the first time she could feel her fellow lesser creatures not far from her and greet her with a long howl, for they know - this is their own, this is a member of the pack. How she again, as for the first time, feels clearly where the rabbits has run, delicious snacks, how she has already feel the tender fresh meat of a caught deer or elk in her mouth, how her pack is eating with her after great catch, how they run together again, free and unstoppable, driven by the Hunt.

How she felt that she was not alone now....

The stranger stood ten meters away from her. Too many conflicting emotions came over Nina. Her wild desire for a bloody hunt screamed that she had a good prey before her. Young, fresh, begging for her mouth. Her instinct screamed that it might be someone who would reverse the roles, that Nina herself would be the prey. For the stranger exuded the scent of steel, but not fear.

And yet, her mind, still human mind, already wanted to howl for the fool to flee, to run, to save their own life. Nina could control herself in wolf form, but not completely on a full moon...

Before Nina could do anything, the stranger took a couple steps forward, unhurried, cautious, but without a hint of terror or fear. Nina can hear the stranger's heart beating, it was steady and calm, and it was this fact that made her heart beat harder.

One more cautious step and Nina met him with a growl, a warning that one more step and blood would spill onto the dark grass.

The bright moon illuminated the young man's face with silver rays as soon as he stepped out from under the shade of the tall oaks. Nina's ruby eyes, red as blood, glared at another pair of gems: the right one was pure emerald, and the left one was blue like cold ice, with the colour exactly like the moonlight itself. And again, there was no fear in his eyes, only wonder, and even... curiosity.

Nina was struck by the fact that this young man was the same farmer's boy who had tripped over a stone a couple of days ago and dropped a basket of apples. Nina helped the slightly clumsy yellow-haired young man, and he gave her some of the most beautiful apples and smiled warmly in gratitude. Julian was his name, if she remember right... That image of a sweet and kind young man didn't fit with the man standing before her now.

The beast sees the hilt of sword behind his back, and she growls even more fiercely. She doesn't want to hurt him, only to scare him away, to make him run away, away from anyone who could hurt him.

From surprise, she, standing on four paws, backed up a little. Nina doesn't sense her kin in him, the blood of the Ancients doesn't flow in him. No, something else. Different...

Why then... he's got a kind of wolfish look in his eyes?

"I know this isn't a good time for conversation...", His voice spoke slowly but confidently, trying not to scare Nina even more, "Just know that I'm not your enemy".

A mist, imperceptible to human eyes, slightly shrouded the stranger, but Nina's sharp ruby eyes saw everything. The Deer, her usual prey in hunting, and the Wolf, her kin, twisted and weaved around the young man in an endless dance. They were watching her. Waiting, but what are they waiting for?

He smells like prey. At the same time, she feels like she's looking at her kin. He...

Who is he?

For all her life, this acquaintance definitely became the most unusual for Nina.

#farmer nina #farmer julian

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 1 year

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╔══•.·.☆.·.♥︎.·.☆.·.•══╗

senpai

╚══•.·.☆.·.♥︎.·.☆.·.•══╝

ʚ Hawks x Fem Reader ɞ

❥ Summary: Hawks has admired you as his senpai for a while, and you've decided to finally do something about it.

❥ Word Count: 875

❥ CW: fem reader (no pronouns, reader has breasts and a vagina), smut, senpai kink, creampie, reader doesn't cum and is okay with that, hints of femdom, cowgirl position, short n sweet

"Hey Y/N senpai! You're looking lovely today, as always." The younger man flapped his wings once, twice before tucking them in, landing beside you. "Have you had lunch yet? If not, I know this great place that—"

"I've already eaten, Hawks," you interrupted, voice mellow as you kept walking forward. The young bird deflated just a bit, but still kept up his chirper attitude.

"Ah, well, maybe dinner then? Ya gotta take a break at some point, and I'm more than happy to accompany a senpai to a fancy restaurant!"

You were used to people looking up to you, especially your trainees, but this was a bit ridiculous. Hawks had been pursuing you for a few months now, but whether it was actual attraction or just the awe of being near a hero he admired a considerable amount, you weren't sure. Jesus, you thought he only acted this way with Endeavor, but apparently you were wrong. You'd need to nip this infatuation in the bud before he went off the deep end.

"Should I make a reservation?" he asked, already pulling his phone out. "I'm sure we could get in under your name, but since I am a higher ranking hero, I should probably—"

"Hawks." You stopped, making him halt and look back at you, curious. "What's your goal here?"

"Hm? Goal?"

"Yeah. What do you want to get out of this? Do you just like chasing after me or do you want something more?"

His cheeks turned pink, then scarlet, his eyes wide and nervous. He sputtered, fumbling with his phone.

"I-I—oh, well, um—I guess I—"

"Look," you spoke up, taking a step towards him, causing his wings to shrink in towards his body. "If you want to fuck me, just say it. I won't be mad."

"...H-Huh?" His anxiety was cute, making you smile softly.

"I won't fault you for being honest with me. I'd actually be flattered if you said you wanted to fuck me." His face somehow turned darker, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"I… well… I just—u-um…"

He didn't need to say it. You already knew.

"Senpai, senpai, o-ohh, senpaiii!"

You kept your rhythm above him, your hips never faltering as you bounced on top of Keigo. His head was thrown back on your pillows, his chest a lovely shade of pink and heaving dramatically. His eyes would dart from your breasts to your cunt and back again, trying to take in as much as they could. Your pussy squeezed around him, making him moan wantonly, eyes rolling back into his skull.

"Fuck, Y/N senpai, oh G-God! Feels good, senpai's p-pussy feels so g-good!"

"Yeah? You like it, baby? Does it feel as good as you imagined?" He laughed breathily, hissing and gripping your hips tighter.

"Shit—i-it's even better than… than I imagined—fuck. A-Always dreamed of this, ya know? I've—shit—I've wanted this for so long—a-and now—"

You shushed him, running your hands over his chest, dragging your nails across his pale skin. You smiled when he moaned at the action, his eyes fluttering, struggling to keep contact with yours.

"Relax, baby. Don't get too worked up. You wanna cum?" He nodded frantically, pawing at your love handles, coaxing you to grind on his cock. You giggled at his neediness, pressing your nails into his chest again, making him hiss as you threatened to puncture his skin. "Then just lie back and let me take care of you, yeah? I can tell you're close; just let go for me, okay?"

You didn't let him respond. You raised your hips, slamming them down and starting a punishing pace. He gasped, his hands grappling against your hips, struggling to hold on as you pulled him closer to the edge. His breath quickened, heart pounding as he watched you above him. He could feel that delicious tingle in his lower abdomen grow, building more and more as he kept his eyes on you.

"Oh, sh-shit! Fuck, senpai, oh my God! Senpai, your pussy—fuck—senpai's pussy is so good—feels so good—o-oh fuck, oh fuck—"

He squeezed your hips tight, his breath halting, eyes going wide before he moaned loudly, head falling back to your sheets as he came. You could feel him spill his seed inside, the thick warm liquid flooding your system, making you shiver in delight. You slowed your hips, grinding them back and forth, milking his cock for all it was worth. You only stopped when his expression bordered on painful, resting your pelvis flush against his.

"Feel better?" you asked teasingly, smiling when he laughed weakly.

"Yeah… yeah, I feel good." He blinked a few times, looking at you tiredly. "You're the best, senpai." You hummed, lifting your hips off of his cock, lying down beside him. He frowned, eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head towards you. "You… you didn't cum, did you?"

"No… but that's okay. I wasn't planning to." He pouted, turning onto his side, hesitantly raising his hand to your belly.

"Can… Can I make you cum?" Oh, his determination was so cute. How could you possibly say no?

"Sure, if you want. I certainly wouldn't say no to a handsome guy making me cum."

He shivered, laughing giddily. God, he was so cute.

#smut #hawks x reader #hawks x fem reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x fem reader #fem reader #☀️ fics

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violetsareblue-selfships · 1 year

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🏖, 🎃, 🎶 and 💌 for scara and/or ei-miko?

ty! mika - i'll do both :3 putting this under a readmore bc it will be a longer post

scaramouche:

🏖 - What would a beach date with your f/o look like?

i would be super excited bc snezhnaya does not offer much in the way of beaches and he's agreeing simply because it's making me happy. he'd stay out of the water for the most part, watching me splash around and make a fool of myself (his words not mine). however, he doesn't protest (much) if i pick him up and carry him out into the water and he will start a splash fight once he's there. another thing he enjoys about a beach trip is getting to put sunscreen on me (he insists on doing it himself, claiming i'd do it incorrectly but i know he simply wants the excuse to touch me) sadly, he doesn't have to worry about getting sunburnt (puppet abilities ig) so i don't get to return the favor

🎃 - What Halloween costumes would you and your f/o wear? Do you match?

let it be known that he is not picking the costume. he'd think it's stupid and wouldn't want to (again, he agrees because he wants me happy - though i bet he'd secretly enjoy it with certain outfits) i feel like vampires suit us pretty well! i think he'd enjoy the matching aspect (but not outwardly, you know?)

🎶 - What song/lyrics remind you of your f/o?

I'll pick some softer options for this: Valentine by Laufey & The Only Exception by Paramore

How the hell did I fall in love this time? And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine

(Also the line about it being weird to experience affection)

And up until now I had sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But you are the only exception

💌 - What would a love letter from your f/o look like?

like how he usually talks, very tsundere in nature. he puts a little more effort into being flowery with his language when he learns i like romantic letters like that but it's hard for him. but somehow he accidentally comes up with the sweetest things to say without meaning it. he'd also go all out with a wax seal and stuff, but then claim that it's 'no big deal' if i comment on it.

eimiko:

🏖 - What would a beach date with your f/o look like?

it would be a pretty standard date for the three of us! given narukami island has its fair share of beaches (plus the other islands of inazuma), we go pretty frequently. ei spends more of her time reading on the sandy part of the beach (likely under the shade of an umbrella) while miko alternates between playing in the water with me and soaking up the sun.

🎃 - What Halloween costumes would you and your f/o wear? Do you match?

ei tries to stay classy with her costume while miko doesn't mind if they're more revealing... whereas I'm not all that picky. so miko usually helps us find costumes and yes! we like matching. so like a trio of angels or witches - that way we all can dress to our comfort but still match~

🎶 - What song/lyrics remind you of your f/o?

for ei - dark horse by katy perry

Make me your Aphrodite Make me your one and only But don't make me your enemy (enemy) Your enemy (your enemy), your enemy

for miko: w.i.t.c.h by devon cole

Rumor on the street is that her apples are delicious The jury said she's charming, but her exes say she's wicked I swear to God, I saw her howling at the sky She ain't out to get you, but she's better on your side

💌 - What would a love letter from your f/o look like?

ei: pretty calligraphy, wax seal, the whole thing. as for the contents, she's very sweet and her letters reflect that. she finds that it's easier to express her feelings through the written word so she'll say a lot of things that she finds it too hard or too flustering to say in person.

miko: just as teasing and flirty as she is in person. it's as if she wants me to be red by the time I'm finished reading it. though, her letters have their softer moments like if I'm away for an extended period of time and she starts to miss me. she also would be the type to sign the letter with a lipstick mark or to mist perfume over it

#self ship #self shipping #f/o #romantic f/o #fictional other #thanks for the ask!#his right hand 💖😈#our love shines eternal 💞🌸#mika✨

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Savouring The Seasons: When and How to Harvest Custard Apples

Are you a fan of delicious and exotic fruits? If you're nodding yes, then you've got to try custard apples, also known as sitaphal! These Indian natives are a visual and taste sensation with their green, bumpy skin and soft, white flesh. But do you know how to pick them at the perfect time for maximum flavor? We've got you covered in this blog. Let's dive in!

Fun Fact: Custard apples are a low-calorie sweet treat with natural sugars that can fit into your balanced diet.

When to Harvest Custard Apples:

Custard apple trees bear fruit between September and November in India, although this might vary by region and climate. Look for these signs to know when they're ripe:

Color Change: When the skin turns from dark green to a lighter shade or yellowish-green, it's time to harvest.

Aroma: Ripe custard apples release a delightful fragrance.

Slight Softness: Gently press the fruit – if it gives slightly and feels soft, it's ripe for the picking.

How to Harvest Custard Apples:

Now that you know when to harvest, here's how to do it without causing any harm:

Twist and Snap: Hold the custard apple gently but firmly and twist it clockwise or counterclockwise until it snaps off from the stem. This ensures a clean break without damage.

Use Pruning Shears: If twisting doesn't work, you can use pruning shears or a sharp knife to cut the fruit gently, leaving a small stem attached.

Handle with Care: Custard apples have tender skin, so be gentle to avoid bruises or drops.

Avoid Overripe: If you spot overripe custard apples with mushy flesh or dark spots, it's best to discard them to prevent fermentation.

Once you've harvested your custard apples, the real fun begins! Enjoy them fresh, scoop out the flesh, and savor them as a healthy snack or dessert. The creamy texture and sweet taste make them perfect for smoothies, milkshakes, ice creams, and even salads!

Bonus Beauty Tip: Mix custard apple pulp with honey and aloe vera gel. Apply it to your face for 15 minutes, rinse off, and say hello to soft, hydrated skin.

To Sum Up:

Harvesting custard apples at the right time ensures you enjoy their unique flavor to the fullest. Look for signs like color change, aroma, and slight softness to know they're ready to pick. When harvesting, use gentle methods like twisting or pruning shears to preserve the fruit. Ready to indulge? Visit Pluckk for fresh custard apples and more! Experience doorstep delivery and choose from a variety of premium-quality fruits and veggies. Happy harvesting and happy munching!

#nutrition #health & fitness #health #fruits #exotic fruits #exotic #custard #custard apple #custard apples #honey #custard apple recipes

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slttygeto · 2 years

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fool for you ༄

request: [anon] oh how about tokyo revengers(your choice) with a reader who is a major simp for them. like zenitsu level.

featuring: kakucho hitto, rindou haitani, mitsuya takashi.

genre: fluff, suggestive.

—kakucho hitto

oh help this man

he already gets shy pretty easily. it just really doesn't take much to fluster this man

so when his s/o keeps on making extra comments about how delicious he looks, he has to fight back a blush.

bonten always make fun of him for it

"love, you're making a scene." kakucho said in a hushed voice, trying his best to sound nice and not like he was rejecting you. the tip of both of his ears were heating up as he placed his hands on your shoulders, noticing how the bonten trio—ran, rin and sanzu were giving him that look.

you, on the other hand, were a mess. your boyfriend had no right looking this good all the time and you were always surprised at how fit he was. everytime he flaunted his abs in his pretty bonten attire, you felt like a part of you was dying—in a good way of course.

"how can't I when you look so ready for me to devour—" kakucho immediately covered your mouth, eyes widening at your words. you laughed a little, the bonten trio's exaggerated gasps and yells for kakucho to get it making you enjoy this a bit too much.

"yeah kaku, devouring you sounds like such a nice thing to do—"

"fuck off, ran." kakucho couldn't even stare at them, placing his forehead against yours as he sighed deeply. this was way too stressful.

"I promise I will let you... have fun with me, just for now, keep quiet alright?" uncovering your mouth, hitto leaned down to press a quick peck to your lips and another one to your nose.

"yes, daddy." you little shit.

"daddy?!"

"I said shut up!"

—rindou haitani

you stress him out so much he hates it

he already has ran to embarrass him 24/7 but somehow, the universe decided that it would be a good idea to send him a s/o who will absolutely obliterate his reputation as a bonten member in front of everyone

but hey, at least he knows that you really love him a lot amirite

rindou groaned when he watched you walk in with a glint in your eyes. your excitement was never good news.

"can I help you?" your boyfriend teased from his spot on the couch, watching how you had your hands behind your back. you were totally keeping something there, but what was it?

"you can, actually," you started, legs slowly dragging you towards rindou who looked very skeptical of the whole situation.

"by putting this on!" slamming down a maid costume on his lap, rindou stared at the item in disbelief before throwing it to the side.

"absolutely not."

"but rin!"

"no."

"rindou, you have such a nice ass it always makes my mouth water," you whined to your boyfriend, dramatically dropping to your knees in front of him before placing your chin on his lap, batting your eyelashes at him. he tensed up.

"and your pretty thighs would look so good with the skirt and everything—" you placed a small kiss to the inside of his thigh while he fought back a groan and a blush.

"you'd look so cute, like my own little doll. wouldn't you want that, rinrin?" there you go, using that same sultry tone on him whenever he wanted to act like you being so whipped for him didn't affect him.

"you know I can easily crush your head by closing my legs, right?" rindou tried to threaten you, the apples of his cheek tinted with a soft shade of pink that darkened when you flashed him that grin.

you placed your chin higher on his thigh, way too close to his crotch that you could feel his abs tense.

"not the first time you crush me with your thighs, rin."

"you're fucking crazy," rindou sighed when your lips pressed against his bulge, head thrown back.

"about you only, baby."

—mitsuya takashi

another kind of shy one

idk how to explain it but he strikes me as the type who would definitely appreciate how much his s/o is obsessed with him

he would say thank you and ily but sometimes you just genuinely catch him off guard

especially if you mention stuff that even he doesnt notice about himself

"never knew someone could have such a pretty waist," you snaked your arms around your boyfriend's bare waist, your sleepy form along with how sudden you appeared scaring mitsuya a little.

he was making breakfast in the kitchen, he knew how much you appreciated the little things he did but he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered with your affection.

mitsuya's always seen himself as the one who gives in a relationship, he knew that he was capable of loving hard—so having you as his partner, loving on him and being straight up intoxicated on his love was very weird. but never in a bad way.

"good morning," takashi replied with a chuckle, stirring the orange juice he freshly made. he felt your hands sneak up, caressing his bare chest before jolting when your hand slowly sneaked its way inside his pants.

"baby," he warned you, his hips bucking with a hiss when your warm hand grabbed his cock.

"hmm?" you hummed, pressing your lips against his shoulder with a smile. "you smell so good too," your teeth gently grazed his skin, amused at how sensitive he was.

"I'll drop your plate if you don't—" a small whine left his lips when your thumb pressed at his tip, a grin plastered on your lips at his reaction.

"you're so pretty takashi, so so pretty," the small blush forming on your boyfriend's cheeks made you coo, your arm wrapping tightly around his waist to keep him up.

"stop saying that" he sounded breathless, it was a bit cute how he was still trying to maintain his image as the one in charge when he was falling apart like this.

"but I'm saying the truth, taka. you're my pretty baby," your nose brushed against his nape, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin.

"all mine, yeah?"

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willowbird · 2 years

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6 + 7 + 2 and Kandrew

Band! Bro-TP! Inside Andrew's closet! Assume this one takes place in the same AU as this other band prompt, because I can.

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Part One | Part Two

Knock knock.

"Andrew. Andrew come out. This is getting ridiculous."

Knock knock knock.

"I don't see what the big deal it, Andrew. So he sang a song. He's in a band. As the singer. That's kind of what he does."

Knock knock knockknockknockknockknockknock--

Andrew flung the door open with such violence it creaked and shuddered upon its sudden impact with Kevin's knees.

"It wasn't just a song!" Andrew hissed in scathing astonishment. He ignored the sour look his best friend shot him and leaned heavily back against the wall of his closet (where he'd been sulking for the last two hours), before sliding all the way down to sit on the floor.

The tiniest pang of guilt struck when Kevin was still grimacing as he gingerly lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the threshold, but Andrew pushed it away. Now was not the time. He was in crisis here. Kevin should understand that.

"Okay," Kevin said slowly. "Tell me about the song, then."

"No."

A pained look crossed Kevin's face that had nothing to do with being smacked in the knees with a door and Andrew lost all sympathy for him.

"Andrew--"

"No."

"Andrew." Kevin's tone was steady and firm this time, a much younger replica of his dad's Coach Voice that Andrew hated that he couldn't help but listened to. He glared at his friend so he knew how unamused he was, but didn't interrupt again as Kevin continued with, "You like Neil, and he sang you a song. What is so terrible about that?"

Andrew glared. First he glared at Kevin, then he glared at the floor. Then he glared at the ceiling. Then he glared a Kevin again. He huffed, loudly. Then he took in a slow, deep breath and said, "It'll never work. So what, we... date? High school romances never last. We'll date and then he'll realize he doesn't actually want me, and then our friendship will be ruined forever."

"Wow, the gays really are dramatic," Kevin deadpanned.

"Speak for yourself 'Mister Kevin Knox xoxoxo'," Andrew simped right back at him, because Kevin wasn't even careful. He wrote that on the inside of his goddamn science notebook.

Kevin's cheeks darkened to about the shade of a Red Delicious apple, but there really wasn't much he could say to that so, wisely, he didn't try.

"Look," he said instead, "you like him. He likes you. He's made his move by singing a song to you. If you just try to ignore it now it's going to affect your friendship anyway."

"Your logic is offensive," Andrew grumped, draping his forearms across his knees with a sigh and tilting his head back against the wall. This wasn't supposed to happen. Feelings... weren't supposed to get involved. He was just supposed to make out with his hot sassy friend, get it out of his system, and then it would be come that thing that they laughed about when they were older. Now Andrew was attached. Ugh.

Kevin was smiling when Andrew looked at him and, well... It was a small smile, but Kevin's smiles always had Andrew relaxing. Even when they made him mad. There was once a time where Andrew and Kevin were the only ones who knew what each others' smiles looked like, and the sign of that smile always meant that things were gonna be okay. No matter what fucked up shit was going on, no matter how awful and terrible their home lives were, if Kevin could smile about something, about anything, then the world couldn't be that bad. Right? As long as Kevin could smile, Andrew could get through it.

So it was basically against his will - because Andrew really wanted to angst about this more - but he found himself feeling calmer. Feeling, goddamnit, almost hopeful. He tried not to sound too gay about it when he asked, "You really think this could work?"

Kevin nudged his toe with his own and that small smile shifted into a shy grin.

"Yeah, Andrew, I think this could work. Just... talk to him about it at least, okay? You know Neil will be honest with you if you're honest with him. Talking about feelings and shit sucks but... I mean... don't you think it might be worth it?"

And Andrew thought about that for a moment. Was it worth it? Was Neil worth it?

"Okay," he said before the thought had even finished formulating in his mind. Because the answer was obvious.

Now Kevin was outright grinning and Andrew scowled so he wouldn't smile too, that would be giving away too much. He kicked at Kevin's ankles with a snort. "Don't get too excited, Day. Once I've got Neil as my boyfriend I'm enlisting him to help me invade your love life."

"You wouldn't dare," Kevin hissed.

Now it was Andrew's turn to smirk. He kicked out again, but this time kept his leg extended enough that he could rest his calf against Kevin's. "Fuckin watch me."

#asks #aftg #aftg prompt game #kandrew bro-tp #kevin day #andrew minyard #band au #highschool au #gay disaster andrew minyard #my writing

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dru-plays-starbound · 2 years

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Universe: Starbound CW: None Words: 850 Context: For the 2022 Starbound Spring Prompt "Picnic".

"Enticing. Have another diodia and coralcreep scone." Ironquill hands me a slice of savoury scone, slathered with feathercrown jam. "Why thank you," I say, accepting the slice and licking my fins as the sticky-sweet jam dribbles onto them.

The sun is glorious today, warm and luxuriant. A zephyr brings the heady scent of flowers and the burble of water from the fountain behind us. We've come up to the tropical garden on Level Five – Ironquill the Baker, with a packed basket of baked treats; Asua with her tea service; Suri the traveller with some very unique blends of tea and a tale (or five); and me, Mio, who arrived half an hour late and without the quiche I was supposed to bring. Ironquill, Suri and I are sitting in the shade of the red boba tree, a gingham cloth between us, while Asua is supine in the sunshine ("Floran don't burn", she said when I questioned if she ought be under the shade). "Another cup of apple and jungle-bush tea, dear?" Suri asks, tucking a stray skein of slate-blue hair behind an ear. Her hair's been freed today from its usual practical bun and hangs in a wave down her back – though, I note, she hasn't quite been able to forgo her standard practical shirt and chinos. "Please," I say. The scone is delicious but claggy, and another cup would wash it down nicely. "Asua?" Suri asks as she fills my cup. The grass around the floran undulates, and a burgundy and green head pops up. "Yes," she says, drawing out the sibilants. Suri raises an eyebrow. Asua rolls her eyes. "Please." Suri flashes a grin at me. "We'll tame the savages yet," she jokes, filling Asura's cup. Asua and I exchange a glance; I shake my head, she shrugs and reaches for her tea. "Content. This was a fine plan, Mio," Ironquill says, as he relaxes back against the tree, a strip of toxi-bolt candy – marshmallow boltbulb and candied toxitop – in his hand. I glance up from my tea, tilting my head. "This isn't my party." I nictate, waving at Suri. "I was off-world, arranging a trade deal with a novakid settlement I ran across, when I got a message from Suri demanding I come home, I'd been gone too long and needed a break." Suri puts down the teapot. "While that's not incorrect, I didn't send that message." Ironquill sits forward, the three of us staring at each other.

The vigorous rustling of leaves has us turning to where Asua shakes with mirth. She spots us watching, and her face cracks open, dewdrops creased in the corners of her eyes as she howls with laughter. "Asua got you good," she cackles. "Gots you very good." I press a fin to my nasal ridge. Suri looks incensed. Ironquill… Well, it's tough to know what a glitch is thinking. "That is not funny," Suri snaps. "You can't impersonate people like that!" "Unimpressed," says Ironquill. "Your intent may have been noble, but your execution was flawed. Asua's laughter dies off, as she looks between us. Her leaves wilt. "Asua's joke… not funny?" she asks in a small voice. "Oh sprout," I say, and open my arms. "Come here." Floran mature so fast, it's all too easy to forget that a fully-fledged adult doesn't necessarily have the benefit of experience or a wise Greenfinger to guide them. For a long moment, Asua fiddles with her wrists, eyeing the others warily, before scuttling over to cuddle into me. "Asua did bad?" I hawed. "Asua did mixed." I settled her in closer to me. "Sprout, we're gonna have a long chat about why impersonating people is bad later. But… I… may have needed a break-" Suri snorts. Ironquill grumbles. "-and you did get me to haul off that planet to do so. Thing is, Sprout," I lift Asua's chin so she's looking at me, "I would've done that even if the message was from you, and not Suri." Asua blinks and extracts herself from my arms. "Really?" "Really really." "Just…" She picks at her wrists again. "You're very important now. Lots of people depend on you." I tap her on the chest. "And I depend on you. I depend on all my friends. I'm not so important that I'm going to stop listening to you." I boop her nose. "Someone has to tell me when to stop." Asua smiles at me again and I relax back against the tree. "Wait," says Suri, "aren't you going to-" "Not now," I cut her off. "Let's enjoy the rest of the afternoon. I'll speak to Greenfinger Zelai about this later. Ironquill, are there any more of those spiced boneboo tartlets?" Asua returns to sunning herself. Ironquill, blinking, hands me a tartlet. Suri sighs. "This does remind me, a little, of a time I was investigating the ruins of a junk planet. This was many years ago, of course…" Above us, a zephyr jostles our tree, the leaves sighing along as Suri settles back into telling her tale. Birds twitter, the warm sun shines, and I feel I can finally breathe.

#starbound #starbound fanfiction #starbound fanfic #wandering words #writing #the last protector #oc - mio #oc - Asua #starbound glitch #floran #hylotl #starbound-spring-prompts2022 #oc - ironquill #oc - suri #no concrit on this piece please #I wrote it while sick to stop from going spare #but it's probably not up to my usual standard #starbound human

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Red.

Summary: After a tough day, you try and cheer John up.

Warnings: Smut! Swearing, dirty talk, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) please don't read if you're under 18! Basically porn without plot. A bit of Dom!Deacon (who doesn't love that??)

A/N: I love this look™ (also that tongue in the photo holyyyy shitttttt) and had to make a little fic from it. Enjoy! 💖

You jumped hearing the door slam shut "John? Is that you?" You called out and placed your finger between the pages of your book. You could hear shuffling about and a low growl coming from the hallway. You put down your book and walked out, your heart growing heavy at the sight before you. John was there in a bright red outfit trying to pull off a shoe before giving up with a sharp, frustrated huff when he couldn't get it. He was on the floor with his head in his hands, you kneeled down and carefully removed it for him. He looked at you through parted fingers, thankful for your help. You were always so compassionate and patient with him- John loved that about you. You glanced up and noticed that his eyes were a little red and so were his cheeks with anger and irritancy. "Tough day?" You asked in a soft tone.

He moved his hands from his face and slapped them against his thighs "I feel like I never have a voice- that nothing I say or do gets through to them! No one listens to me!" His voice cracked a little.

Your eyes softened and you cupped his face, gently brushing your thumb over his red cheek. "I listen to you," you pulled back and stood up, helping him up on the way. "Why don't wash the day away in a shower and I'll make you a cup of tea?" You smiled and he nodded, heading up the stairs. You let out a sigh under your breath and pulled back your top a little to peak at the new bold red, lace bra that was part of set you bought, you were going to surprise him with it as soon as he walked in...but a small delay wasn't that big of an issue.

You grinned to yourself and scampered up the stairs, smearing a little lipstick on your lips that perfectly matched the set you were wearing. You quickly stripped off and lay down on the bed and positioned yourself so John would spot you as soon as he stepped out the bathroom.

Five minutes later, you heard the water stop and you eagerly shifted a little just before the door opened. John was holding his towel that rested on his hips and when he looked up, he froze. You noticed his grip getting tighter and his Adam's apple bobbing a little when he swallowed hard. He had freckles of water all over his body and he glowed as the light coming from the bathroom hit off the water, his hair was damp and had curled into the tiniest little ringlets. "Haven't seen you in that before..." he cooly spoke and slowly walked to the bedroom.

"Bought it today," you nonchalantly replied, brushing your fingers against the fabric. "If you don't like it I can take it off..." you devilishly smirked.

"In a little bit," John breathed out and you sat up on your knees. He traced his damp fingers over your jawline before they fell to your neck and arms. He reached forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, you giggled when you pulled back and saw the red lipstick on his lips. "What?" He asked with an amused tone and a twinkle in his eyes. Your laughter always brightened John's day.

"It's your shade," you teased and motioned for him to look in the mirror. John let out a snort of laughter and shook his head. You pat the spot in front of you and he instantly knew what that meant. He sat down with his back to you and then sighed when he felt your fingers sink into his skin and rub out all the tension that had build in his back and shoulders. You used a lotion that smelt like red roses, it was one of John's favourites. You never told him where you kept it or where you got it from- it just appeared.

He groaned when you began harshly rubbing a spot that had been giving him bother all day. "Ohh that's good, that's the spot!" He moaned a little and his head fell back slightly. John's eyes shot open when he felt your lips on his neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to his collarbone and then you softly began to suck on his sweet spot. "Fuck," he breathed out so quietly you barely heard him.

"I hate to break it to you John but the reason they don't listen to you is because you're just not assertive enough..." your tone was playful and flirtatious and it made every nerve in John's body jolt with lust. You stopped rubbing when he turned his head to you, his eyes getting darker and the towel that was still resting on his hips began to tent a little. You tried to hide your smirk but you had gotten just what you wanted.

"I don't like you speaking like that." John sat up and you shifted on the bed so you were lying with your stomach on the pillowy duvet with a coy smile on your lips. "I don't think I'll let you speak for a little while." He grabbed your face with one hand and gently flipped you over onto your back so you were looking at him upside down, the back of your head resting against the end of the bed and your whole body with the lacy red lingerie set on display for him. John let the towel fall to his ankles and you felt goosebumps prickle your skin. "Not until I cum in your mouth," he growled and thrusted his solid length between your ruby red lips. He loudly groaned when you moaned against his cock, the vibrations made him shake. John's head fell back slightly before he looked forward at you spread out on the bed, your body squirming with pleasure. "Fuck, Y/N," he thrusted his hips a little harder and you gripped onto his water kissed thighs, eager to take all of him and make him happy.

You pulled back to catch a gasp of air, the red on your lips was becoming all smudged. "Mhmm is that good, John?" You purred and he answered you by stuffing his cock into your mouth again.

"I love making a mess of you," John murmured between moans and gritted teeth. "Are you just as wet as me, baby?" You moaned as a response. "Put your fingers inside you and let me see," you did as he asked, keeping your hand in your underwear for a little longer just to torture John. He knew what you were doing "Don't touch that pretty pussy too much- tonight it's mine." He growled and you almost died on the spot- John had never used that tone with you before or spoke so filthily. When you pulled your hand back, he grabbed your wrist and licked your fingers. "I think your even wetter," he teased with a smirk "You taste so fucking delicious."

His thrusts began get a little staggered, you knew he was close. The pads of his thumbs pressed into the dips of your collarbones before his hands moved the the satin straps and then the red lace, his hands eventually tightly gripping onto your cheeks and jaw as he came in your mouth with a pleasure fuelled cry. He buckled his hips further forward and his whole cock remained in your mouth, it hit the back of your throat as you sucked him clean and swallowed every drop. John staggered back a little and you sat up, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth and smearing your lipstick even more.

"You needed that release..." you said while catching your breath and sitting back on the bed.

John crawled on top of you, just as turned on as ever- his stamina never failed to amaze you. "I need another and I need it inside you." His lips crashed against yours- his kisses rough but his hands softly caressed you. "And as much as I love this little red number," he playfully snapped the strap of your bra "It has got to come off."

You giggled as he quickly made light work of your bra and then your underwear. He held it in his hand and devilishly smirked "I'm sorry I ruined these," he showed you the damp patch on your underwear. He didn't sound sorry at all. You gulped hard when John brushed the tip of his tongue over the wet spot and hummed with delight. He tossed them to the floor and cocked his head at you slightly with the biggest grin on his face "I'm sorry I'm about to ruin you."

John parted your legs and began slowly kissing up your inner thighs. You whined and gripped his damp hair, trying to get him closer to your soaking heat. "Stop teasing! Please!" John smirked and ran his tongue against your clit before absolutely devouring you. You moaned so hard it burned your lungs and throat, your shoulder blades forcefully pressed into the mattress as your back began to arch. "J-John!" You said his name so sinfully that it made him moan into your pussy which made you moan even louder- he grinned against your folds, proud he was the one that could drive those delightful noises from you. "Please make me cum," You were reaching your climax and John pulled back. "No!" You yelled and frustratingly banged your fists on the bed. "Why?! Why didn't you let me cum?!" You cried out.

John smirked and rubbed away the wetness from around his mouth. "I hate to break it to you Y/N but the reason I don't listen to you is because you're just not assertive enough..." he mocked and you glared at him.

"You are so lucky I love you, John Richard Deacon!" You pointed a finger at him and he smiled.

"Say it again," he whispered and settled between your legs.

"I love you, John Richard Deacon," you murmured and then gasped feeling John bury his cock deep inside you.

"Again," he pleaded with a groan.

"I love you, John Richard Deacon..." you moaned with a smile, and looked into his eyes, John could see his reflection in your eyes and you could see the same.

"Louder!" He grinned and you started giggling. John's smile grew even wider.

"I love you, John Richard Deacon!" You yelled at the top of your lungs and John peppered his lips over yours and your cheeks and nose. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you tried to get him even closer to you. "I love you so much," you moaned into his ear and he kissed your neck.

"I love you," he softly kissed you and pulled back to look in your eyes. "More than anything." His breath hitched when he quickened his pace, steadying himself and you by placing a hand on your hip. "Cum for me, baby." He lowly growled and his tone sent you over the edge.

"G-god! John!" His name fell from your lips as your body trembled beneath him, the sweat on your skin mixing with the droplets of water on John's.

"That's it baby, cum for me," John borderline begged "Cum on my cock." Your fingers sunk into your skin and he held you through your orgasm. "Good girl. That's my good girl." He groaned out and his eyes squeezed shut "Oh fuck! I'm...I'm gonna...oh Jesus, Y/N!" He loudly came again hearing your sweet moans in his ear. John sloppily kissed your lips, tiredness finally taking over his body after the wave of pleasure. He pulled out and laid by your side, tracing his fingers over your jaw and messy red lips.

You pressed a soft kiss to the pads of his fingers "Now I really will make you that cup of tea," you sleepily laughed and tried to get out of bed but John's strong arms pulled you back.

He snuggled into you, he looked so innocent when you held him and he held you. "Tea can wait, I just need you in my arms right now." You smiled and ran a hand trough his half dried hair. "Thanks for that and for buying that set." Your cheeks turned red and you bit down on your bottom lip. "I feel so much better," he laughed.

"Good, I'm glad my set cheered you up." You breathed out, the two of you eventually fell asleep holding each other- the tea was completely forgotten about.

•••

Brian, Freddie and Roger raised a brow at John the next day who walked into the studio with a smile on his face and a spring in his step.

"You're in a good mood," Freddie spoke up "Better than when you left last night..."

"Yeah, well I had a good sleep." John tried not to smile too widely as he tuned his bass guitar. Roger was behind him at the drum kit and let out a snort of laughter, silently motioning for Freddie and Brian to stand next to him. When they did he pointed to behind John's ear and they all sniggered to themselves.

He had a bright red lipstick stain just under his ear.

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addytheheartbreaker · 5 years

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The Blind Memory

Prologue

*February 20, 2019*

Audience: take it off! Take it off!

The crowded audience cheer in excitement of the mysterious man wearing a white rabbit mask, behind him was a celebrity helping him removing the mask to reveal who he is as they successfully unmasked himself. People applause to the unmask man with a smile on his face, the panalist clap to see who he is and his coach? His coach was the celebrity who help him unmasked earlier which revealed to be an former boy band member and TV personality, Joey Fatone.

The man who is unmasked hugged his coach and did his one last performance before leaving the craziest singing competition show that is surprisingly become popular since the first episode of the Masked Singer.

*March 2019*

Setting in a huge mansion in New York city living with 12 people inside this huge luxurious mansion. These 12 people are the performers in the show the Masked Singer that has been ended last month ago, now they all stayed to this mansion because they had no where to go or unable to go back since they are chosen by their 12 celebrity coaches who teach them how to perform on stage before each and one of them are eliminated, however, they able to live this new home for themselves as roommates.

The living room were noisy this afternoon that cause by 2 man playing at a videogame of gun battle in one couch. A 26 year old man with white hair with red highlight tips on both sides of his ears, red eyes that look crazy from playing, wearing a pure white straightjacket. He seems that he is about to lost it as he growl in disappointment and drop his controller for his sudden lost from the game.

Joen: ugh! No fair T.J!

???: hah! I win in your face!

The man in white is name Joen Roger, he is the one wearing the Rabbit mask and apprentice to his celebrity coach Joey Fatone. Beside him was a black guy in a furry blue and purple coat and sunglasses but his left eye was stitched leaving him in just one eye, he's even wearing matching horns on his head and a chain necklace. He laughs in victory in front of Joen who is pouting and growling from the game he lost as he pat his back hard and swing over his shoulders to comfort him.

T.J: aw come on man, just face the fact I won in 2 games.

Joen: yeah, yeah, yeah I get it alright, rematch!

The guy in a blue and purple coat is Tyler Jack or T.J for short who is the champion of the Masked Singer wearing a Monster mask and apprentice to the rapper T-Pain. He had won that singing competition and now won on a videogame that Joen wanting another rematch, he had rematching the monster for like 6 times and he isn't giving up on the game they played together only to be interrupted by someone calling the two that came from the other room.

Bebe: Boys! Time for snacks! You two now stop playing and get some apple pie at the table alright!

Bebe, was the 3rd place performer wearing a Bee mask and she is an apprentice to the legendary singer and soul empress Gladys Knight, she is at the kitchen slicing a piece of her favorite apple pie that everyone at the mansion loved as she place the two plates of pie at the table just for the two males to run to the kitchen to eat the delicious pie while she put another slice for the others. The two male's heads jolt at the aroma of the apple pie that alarms them in serve awaits from them then they look at each other and smiling as they started to race into the kitchen to who gets the pie first. Luckly for Joen, he is able to teleported to the kitchen and gets a plate of pie with him first which T.J made it in time but stomp at the floor for the defeat.

T.J: that's cheating Joen, no fair.

Joen laughs loudly and starts munching the pie before everyone came in the kitchen. Joen gave T.J his pie and grab another plate of pie to give it to his best friend in royal gold name Lea who is in the Lion mask and apprentice to the actress Rumer Willis who is unmasked the same day as Joen from the double unmasked. Lea thank her best friend for giving her the pie as the others came in watering from the delicious pie for them. However, a phone rings for one of them as the one wearing a Unicorn who is apprentice to Tori Spelling was Linette, she answered the phone and greets at the person who she knew who it is and call someone at the kitchen.

Linette: Joen Roger! Someone is calling you at the phone!

Joen: Thanks Unicorn, coming!

Joen teleported at the phone where Linette is waiting for him to pick up the phone to who ever it was then answer to the person calling him.

Joen: hello? Oh hey dude, how's it hanging there? Yeah I'm good, yes I was the Rabbit. Oh really? I would love to meet your friend, who is this friend of yours?

Linette and T.J peak out of the door where Joen was talking which is his rival friend since 20's. Linette knew who is calling for Joen and they could hear him about hanging out together which surprised them. They didn't hang out often since 2013 and Joen accepts his invitation to what event he wants Joen to hang out.

Joen: alright.... In my amusement park, you and her are going to meet me ran pass my place after work? That would be perfect! Yeah Nicol, see ya on Friday.

After Joen put down the phone and teleported back to the kitchen to put his empty plate to the sink, he saw all of the members look at him in suspension.

Joen: uhh.... Why are you staring at me for?

Linette: so, you and Nicol huh? We haven't seen or hang out together since 2013.

Joen: I uhh...

T.J: Its fine Joen, the Dog will be alright around ya right?

Lea: yeah, since the whole rivalry between you with your brothers and him along with his brothers about that situation-

Joen: and we are in peace, but people still see us that the war isn't over.

He said quickly to cut off Lea's sentence as all of them agreed and nodded. He doesn't want that returning to his mind, he had already move on about what happened.

Linette: so, Nicol invite you at your amusement park?

Jeon: Not really a invitation but he will ran pass my amusement park and he gunna introduce me to someone from a foreign country.

Bebe: really? Did you asked him who this foreign person the Dog wanted to introduce you?

Joen: actually Bee I did. Unfortunately he didn't give me any credit to who, but he told me its a girl.

Lea: really? And its tomorrow?

Joen: yeah and I have to go get some groceries to prepare for Dog and his foreign friend.

Before he grab his bag then teleport outside, he is stop by T.J.

T.J: yo, Joen don't be too fancy onto Nicol and his foreign gal, he told ya it is just a short visit to ran at each other right?

Joen: oh please T.J there's a foreign girl visiting to my amusement park, I wanted to impress her and give her the fun for her to enjoy. I may not know her and what she likes but I bet she is a friendly, fun and kind lady to have explore to my amusement park and my circus.

T.J tried to stops him suddenly he disappear in thin air which everyone went back to what they are doing.

On a different mansion, a man in a black military silver armoured like suit walking through the halls carrying a tray of treats and a teapot filled with warm milk mix with honey. The man is wearing a pure black and silver doberman dog mask as he arrived to a door decorated in white, black, pink and red with a name tag hanging at the door written in a fancy cursive. The masked dog knock the door before coming inside to look at the mysterious female figure sitting at a elegant tea party table decorated in white and red and shades of pink roses at a vase to complete a empty but fancy looking room. The room belongs to a mysterious girl whose room was very simple and plain white except there are design which gives a simple design of this room, it was decorated the same color; the whole room was white with a hint of black edges with beautiful detail, a red and pink curtains, a tea party table, a desk filled with art materials, a lovely whimsical wooden bed painted in black with white curtains and red and pink bed sheets and pillows along with a stuff bunny laying at the bed.

The man wearing the dog mask put the treats which is chocolate cookies and pour warm milk with honey in a teacup as he offers the mysterious girl who keeps looking straight at the window in silence.

???: don't worry dollface. It will be quick and you can eat there as much as you like. Any type of food to satisfy your hunger, alright?

The man said patting the girls head gently not to mess with her hair as her head move to his direction before grabbing the teacup to get a single sip of the milk mix with honey. The man in a dog mask already notice her aura was very blue, he could feel it is because he had know her in just 4 years only. He kept patting her head to comfort her.

???: I'm sure he would be happy to see you, but please don't be empty inside dollface.

???: ......

To be continue.....

#the masked singer human au #masked au #the mask au #mask au #the masked singer #it is done!#blind memory #blind memory story

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