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thewailingbells · 3 months

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Hello~~

I discovered your profile not long ago (literally yesterday) and I loved your writing. You made me more in love with Thomas Hewitt than I already am!!!

Could we have a fic where Thomas and S/O are already lovers but for some reason S/O has to leave or travel to another city for a few months and this leaves Thomas completely devastated and stressed. Even Luda Mae and Hoyt notice the change in his behavior while s/o is away and when s/o finally returns home,she has to find some way to de-stress Thomas who is dying of missing her. 😞 (No need to write NSFW if you feel uncomfortable!!!!)

(English isn't my first language so I literally translated this whole thing on google... lmao.)

Always Forever

AN: AFAB Reader. This is my first time writing smut! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Sex, nudity, fingering, rough sex, piv, creampie, general nsfw things.

“Thomas, you know I have to go.”

Your boyfriend was standing behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, and his head buried into your shoulder. Your words only made him squeeze you tighter.

“Tommy, I need to go see my family. They miss me, and I promised I would visit them for the week! I wanted you to come with me; you know that, but Hoyt said no.

He sighed, knowing you were right. His uncle needed him to stay home and take care of the house. God knows what would happen if Tommy wasn’t around.

Since you started dating him, there hasn’t been a day when you two were apart. Thomas didn’t want to let you go, but he knew he had to. He spent the rest of your time together, following you around as you packed your bags. Noon came quicker than you expected, signaling it was time for you to go.

You said your goodbyes to Luda, Hoyt, and Charlie as you walked out the door. Tommy was already outside, having carried your bags to the car. Once all of your luggage was neatly packed up, you smiled at him. You pulled him into a tight hug before kissing him. “I love you. I promise I’ll be back.”

You got inside your car and smiled at him. With that, you drove off. Tommy waited until your car was nowhere in sight to go back into the house.

“Tommy,” Hoyt said, “How’s it feel now that your bitch is gone?”

Thomas ignored his words and stomped down into the basement. He could hear the sound of bickering between Hoyt and Luda Mae, most likely due to Hoyt’s crass language.

Tommy wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had been in the basement. He just kept chopping and chopping and chopping the animal meat laid in front of him. He had been cutting meat for years now, to the point where he didn’t even have to think about it.

“Tommy! Tommy! Get up here now,” Luda Mae shouted. His mother’s voice awoke him from his thoughts. He walked up the stairs. Luda Mae looked at her boy with sad eyes. “Tommy. You’ve been in the basement for six hours. It’s time to stop now, sweetheart. Come on, let’s get you some food and water.”

The next few days, Thomas would go to work at the crack of dawn and come home hours after the sun had set. When he came home, he would wait by the door for a few moments. He thought that maybe you would have come back early, but you didn’t.

The week had gone by. You had promised him you would be back home on Monday by one o’clock in the afternoon. Thomas believed you. Why wouldn’t he? However, it became harder and harder to believe you as the hours on the clock ticked by. Tommy sat by the front door. Watching. Waiting.

Hoyt sighed and came up behind Tommy. He placed his hand on his shoulder. “Boy, I don’t know how to tell ya this, but I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Thomas’s eyes grew wide. He shook his head. You were coming back. He knew it.

“Thomas, it’s six o’clock. She said she'd be home by one. I don’t see her anywhere. Do you?”

Tommy placed his head in his hands. He wished Hoyt wouldn’t say things like that. Things that were not true. But then again, Tommy had never been the brightest. Maybe you never loved him. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity for you to escape from him. When Thomas was about to spiral into distress, he heard a car door slamming.

Thomas jumped out of his chair and rushed to the door. He opened it with such force that it nearly flew off the hinges. That’s when he saw it—your car in the driveway. He ran towards it.

You quickly stepped out of your car, beautiful as ever. You smiled when you saw him. “Tommy! I’m so sorry I’m late. I was-” Your sentence was cut off when Thomas picked you up off the ground and pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever experienced. You tried to wiggle out, worrying his grip was too tight, but you gave into the hug and snuggled against him. You knew he needed this.

Eventually, he put you down on the ground. “Tommy, I told you I would be back. I’d never leave you. I love you so much. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

He didn’t say anything. He leaned down and kissed you. It was rough and passionate. Before it escalated, he threw you over his shoulder and brought you inside.

Hoyt smiled at the sight of you. “Well, would you look at that? She came back! Luda was right,” he muttered to himself.

Thomas brought you upstairs to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed and quickly pinned you down. Your faces were inches away from each other. The room was silent except for the sounds of both of you panting.

Tommy gently cupped your breast. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You nodded. “Go ahead. Do whatever you want to me, Tommy.”

He immediately got to work, his movements faster than usual. Normally, he would take his time with you. Not today, though.

He roughly grabbed the waist of your pants and yanked them down. You let out a squeak in surprise. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his large hands, keeping them suspended above your head. He balled your t-shirt up in one of his fists before forcefully tugging it up. He released his grip, allowing you to slide it off.

Tommy let out a desperate whine at the sight of your body. You were dressed in white lace lingerie. It was nothing much; it was very simplistic, looking like it could pass for a normal pair of undergarments. Despite that, Tommy nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

He leaned down and nestled his face in the crook of your neck. He aligned his clothed cock with your clothed pussy. He began to desperately hump you. Tommy felt shameful; you could tell by the way he hid his face. Never in his life had he been this desperate for anything. He wanted, no, he needed to be close to you in any way. He had to show you how much he loved you.

A breathy moan fell from your lips. “Tommy, Tommy, calm down. I can take care of you.” You began to sit up. He pushed the middle of your chest, causing you to fall back onto the bed. You sighed, knowing he wanted to do everything himself today.

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy. He ran his thick fingers up against your lips to feel your wetness. He roughly put one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to throw your head back and moan in pleasure. He would usually give you time to adjust to it, but not today. Today, he immediately shoved his second finger inside your hole as well. Your back arched as he roughly finger-fucked you harder than ever before. Tommy then put his thumb on your clit, gently circling it.

Once he felt your walls begin to stretch for him, he removed his fingers. You whined in annoyance. Thomas unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was rock hard and dripping with precum. He aligned himself with your hole and then fully bottomed out in one swift movement.

You mewled in pleasure. “Tommy! Fuck, Tommy~”

He immediately began to roughly pound into you. The feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock drove him crazy. Your moans got louder and louder, not caring who heard them.

He reached down to toy with your clit, bringing you so close to the edge. You grabbed the blankets on the bed.

Tommy was so close. He needed to come so badly. You looked at him with lustful eyes. “I love you~ cum for me. Cum for me, Tommy.”

With one particular rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came. He let out a deep moan as his seed began to fill you up. Thomas nearly collapsed on top of you. He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto him, his cock still deep inside you. Your entire body was pressed tightly against him. He wrapped his hands around your smaller frame to keep you in place.

Once you had calmed down, you sighed contently. You reached up and pushed some of his hair out of his face. “I told you I would come back, didn’t I?”

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 months

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31 for Peach and Andy (from the kiss prompts)

Oh!!! I love these two, and we're just going to work this drabble into the story 🤭🤭

A Little At A Time, Part 14

Summary: life with a new baby

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: sweet and adorable

Warnings: language, implied sexual teasing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.3K

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Your Mamaw peeks her head into your childhood bedroom and gets the biggest smile. Watching as your little family sleeps. Locked away in this comfort bubble. The newest and smallest member of the family curled up in the sweetest little ball on her daddy’s chest. You are curled into your husband, looking so at ease despite your exhaustion, and Andy sleeps with the proudest smile painted on his face.

Mamaw slowly backs out of the door. You three can come downstairs when you wake up. Or when Andy brings the little sassy ball of sweetness on his chest down to her, so he can help you for a bit.

As soon as the door clicks, Andy begins to wake. Taking a moment to stare at his girls. It is like the pair of you were made just for him with the way you both snuggle into his warmth. So far Maggie has been showing the perfect amount of you. She adores Andy, and if she wasn’t nursing, she was in her daddy’s arms. You let him soak it up while he can. It wouldn’t be long before he was having to get back to work, and you are the one that gets to spend every second with your miracle.

Andy’s large hand starts to smooth over Maggie’s back, loving the way that she squeaks. He could listen to her sweet little sounds forever. Everything he has ever loved and ever wanted is right in his arms. He’s uncomfortable, but filled with the most overwhelming love. His discomfort is worth it to have the two of you close.

Your eyes start to flutter the more Maggie putters out her noises. Her face buries into Andy’s body, and his deep rumbling chuckle startles her a bit. Maggie puckers out her bottom lip, a pitiful cry releases out of her mouth, and you look up at her.

“Sweetheart, daddy doesn’t have what you need. My sweet Maggie Mae. I am sorry that daddy scared you. You want mommy to feed you?” Daddy. He fit into this role so well. Not just went through the motions, he wanted to be in every part of parenting with you. It was…overwhelming. In a good way, but still you feel things.

“Come on, mommy. Let’s get our baby girl her breakfast. And then daddy is going to take you to your Mamaw, and daddy is going to give mommy a bath,” his sweet eyes turn to look at you as you pull away from him to sit up. Reaching for the sweetest bundle. Cradling her, and she latches immediately. “She is a nursing champion,” Andy leans towards you, but you turn your face away, looking at that dent.

“I don’t know why Papaw insists on leaving that there. I wish he’d just repair it,” you can feel the defeat on Andy, and refuse to meet his eyes just yet. Shaking your head no when he tries to get another peck, “I have morning breath.”

“My tongue has been in your asshole.”

“Andy! The baby,” he playfully rolls his eyes, but doesn’t back down. “I don’t know why you would want to kiss my nasty mouth?”

“Gee, I don’t know. Because I watched your body not only house our daughter, but then you pushed her out of your body, while you held my hand. You did that without anything. Just held onto me. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re never going to want to have sex with me again.”

“You’re right,” your mouth goes agape. Finally turning to meet his eyes. “I’m either going to make sweet love to you, or I’m going to fuck you like my slutty sweet girl that you are. But until your body is cleared and able to take me again you will kiss me every morning.”

“Why?” You try to hide the smile that is creeping up on you. But he always has the sweetest ways of making everything feel okay.

“Because there’s no one that I want to wake up next to more than you and our daughter. No one that has made me smile the way you have, and now you've given me another person to make me happy. And because my dear sweet wife, I love you, and your stinking ass, your cold feet, your morning breath, your legs when they’re shaved or not, your most amazing pussy, the way your eyes are filling up with tears. I love the way you love me, and care for me. I’ve never had anyone do the things you have done for me. Not because you feel like you have to, but because you want to. You love to.”

Being pregnant made you ridiculously emotional, but having Maggie is different. Having this man that you love with every part of you confess all this isn’t helping. Tears spring out of your eyes, but Andy just adjusts his stance, so he can start wiping them away.

“I have never had anything that felt like it belongs to me as much as you, and now,” he stops looking at you to watch the most perfect human in the world. There is nothing vulgar about the way he watches Maggie nurse, it’s the most pure form of love. “Now, we have this angel. I have never been so terrified in my life. I can’t stand the thought of anything bad happening to you two. I will work the hardest I ever worked to provide us with the best life, so you get to be with her all the time.”

“I’m so thankful you’re giving us that opportunity. I can’t bear the thought of not having her with me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Then my beautiful wife,” he settles himself right up next to you, leaning into your body. “Never deny me a kiss. I don’t care if you’ve been eating the most garlicky food. I don’t care if you’ve had durian fruit. When I want a kiss, don’t you think I deserve a kiss?”

“Yes, you do, daddy.”

“Okay, then,” you don’t let him finish. With a free hand you pull him into you. Slotting your lips with his. Forgetting about all your worries and doubts because this man loved every part of you and wanted to experience every bit of life with you. Even the morning breath.

“But if it makes you feel better, Peach Bottom.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll keep mints beside the bed. But if you ever refuse to give me a kiss again, I’ll take you over my knee and spank you.”

“Don't threaten me with a good time.”

“Peaches! There is a sweet little baby,” Maggie pulls off you, looking so cute and milk drunk you don’t want her to leave your arms. “But while I wash you up, we can talk about the filthy things I’m going to do to you once your doctor tells me it’s okay.”

“Daddy?” His face softens as he watches you try to vocalize what you need. “Can we just lay here with her for a little bit longer?”

“Peaches, my darling, you don’t have to ask if you want to do spend more time with our daughter. But your ass is pretty stinky,” you shrug into his body, laying down to gaze at the most beautiful and perfect image you have ever seen. Magnolia Mae Barber is everything and more. Her daddy wasn’t so bad either. “I’m only joking. It’s Maggie’s ass that stinks now.”

“Shh, she’s a lady. Her bottom doesn’t stink. It smells like…”

“Shit. My god. Let me get her a diaper and wipes. I can’t snuggle with a poopy butt. Blech, that is awful. Maggie! Darling, you take after your mom.”

“She smells like roses,” you lie, your eyes starting to water at just how bad she smelled right now. “And…dear lord, Andy, hurry up. Maggie, sweet girl, you are rotten,” Andy in nothing but those damn sweatpants gets up to retrieve your daughter’s things, and you smile, even though the smell is horrendous. Life is good. And it was just getting started.

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 10 months

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Always Him : Chapter 27

Word Count : 3.7k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, hospital, drinking, alcoholism, death mention, blacking out, brief mentions of sex

A/N : Minor spoiler in this note, but if you are uncomfortable or triggered by alcoholism or someone drinking themselves (almost) to death, please stop reading after the moment with Mae and Wooyoung. I'm serious, do NOT read passed that part if it triggers you. It will not ruin the rest of the story if you do not read it, I promise.⚠️⚠️⚠️

“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay? I’ll cancel with Hwa.” Y/n smiled and shook her head, pushing Kayla towards the door when there was a knock. Kayla had spent the last 2 or so hours jumping between getting ready for her date and saying she’ll cancel so she can stay there with her girls. “Okay but promise to call me if you need me.”

“I promise. No go. You look hot as fuck. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kayla furrowed her brows together.

“I’m coming home tonight.”

“No you’re not. Hwa is definitely going to want to fuck his kitten good tonight. Now go!” Seonghwa knocked on the door again as Y/n continued to push Kayla towards it. Kayla took one last look at Y/n with a softness in her eyes. She knows Y/n is putting on a brave face, knows that the smile on her face, the giggles falling from her lips, are fake.

“I love you, Y/n. Seonghwa may be my boyfriend, but you’re my soulmate, okay?” Kayla saw the tears that Y/n blinked back but she didn’t say anything. She just gave her hand a quick squeeze before reaching to open the door.

“You’re my soulmate too.” Y/n said before Kayla opened the door, revealing Hwa standing there with a bouquet of Kayla’s favourite flowers and a box of chocolates.

“Flowers for the love of my life. And chocolate for the love of my life’s wife.” Seonghwa said with a smile, handing the flowers to Kayla and the chocolate to Y/n. “I promise I will return her to you in a couple of hours.”

“Return her to me tomorrow. Fuck her good tonight Hwa. Bye!” Y/n giggled, pushing Kayla out the door, and shutting it behind her.

“Is she doing okay?” Seonghwa asked as the couple walked hand in hand towards their destination. He tried to pay attention to his surroundings so he knew when they were getting closer to the picnic he set up with the help of Yeosang and San. But Kayla just looked absolutely stunning, like a model out of a magazine but better.

She made him nervous in the best way possible. Ever since the day they first met. A day he would remember forever because despite the commotion of the day, he met the love of his life, the woman of his dreams.

Seonghwa was awoken from his sleep by the commotion going on downstairs. He practically jumped out of bed, worried to see what San was getting up to this time. There were multiple people downstairs. He could hear their voices, which sent him down the stairs as fast as his legs would take him. “What the fuck is going on?” His sentence slowly trailed off when he noticed the boxes littering the living room.

“Hyung! I found a new roommate.” San said excitedly as he brought in another box. Wooyoung was behind him, talking a mile a minute with a girl beside him.

“It better not be Wooyoung. I don’t think I could handle you both under the same roof.” Wooyoung heard this, snapping his head towards Seonghwa.

“I make your life more exciting and you know it old man.”

“I’m only a year older than you.”

“Formalities. Anyway, meet Y/n, your new roommate.” The girl Wooyoung was talking to moments before turned towards Seonghwa, holding her hand out for him to shake. Seonghwa looked down at her hand, then back up at Wooyoung, and then towards San.

“You didn’t talk to us about this San. What if Hongjoong and I aren’t comfortable living with a girl?” Y/n slowly lowered her hand, chewing on her lower lip. She should have known it was too good to be true. That Wooyoung would have fucked something up.

“Okay hear me out.” San began trying to defend himself, but another voice cut him off.

“You guys are the worst movers oh my god. Look at the mess. If I hired you, I would fire you.” Wooyoung chuckled as he looked at Seonghwa’s face as Kayla walked in, mumbling about the mess San and Woo made. “I told you guys to keep everything organized! Oh hi.”

“Hi.” Seonghwa’s breath was taken away. In all his years, he’s never seen someone as perfect as her. And in that moment, he finally understood what people meant by love at first sight. It wasn’t as shallow as he originally thought. It was deeper than that, stronger than that. The stars were aligned, angels were singing, the universe was whispering This Is The One in his ear.

“I’m Kayla. And don’t worry about the mess, I’ll make sure the two menaces clean it all up.” She said with a smile, hoping her nervousness wasn’t noticeable. She knew Y/n was moving in with 3 men, which worried her at first but San helped ease those worries by promising to keep her safe, but she never expected one of those 3 roommates to look like a God.

Love at first sight was something of a fairytale to Kayla. Something that doesn’t happen in real life. It’s made up, an exaggerated form of lust. But this, the feeling she was feeling in her heart, there was no better way to describe it. She looked at him and she found home.

“I don’t mind a little mess now and then.” Seonghwa said with a lovesick smile. “And I’m Seonghwa.” The 3 others standing in the room all exchanged knowing looks before getting back to work. The future couple didn’t even notice the 3 of them leave, too entranced by each other and the feelings they were feeling.

If he knew living with Wooyoung’s friend would have brought him the love of his life, he would have asked him to move her in before, just so he could have met Kayla sooner. So he could love her longer.

“Blanket for 2?” San asked with the worst French accent they’ve ever heard. Kayla giggled at the effort Hwa clearly put in for this date. Her heart swelled and she fell more in love with him in that moment.

“You really thought this out.” She said with a smile, looking up at her boyfriend with so much love in her eyes. He always makes her feel so loved, like she’s the only person in the world to him.

“Today is special. Any day with you is special, my love.” San lead them to the picnic that was set up, her favourite foods spread out, making her heart swell further. Seonghwa sat down first, patting the spot beside him for Kayla to sit, which she gladly did, immediately resting her head on his shoulder.

Food was eaten, sun was setting, and Seonghwa knew this was the perfect moment. There wouldn’t be a better moment to do what he was about to do. “Kayla, my love, you are everything to me, you know that, right?” Kayla looked over at him, nodding her head. “Ever since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be important to me. I didn’t know how important, but I knew I was going to spend my life loving you. Love at first sight seemed so shallow to me until I met you, and I realized just how deep it could run.” Kayla’s eyes began to water the more Seonghwa spoke.

“Why does it feel like you’re about to propose to me?” She giggled, trying her best not to cry. Seonghwa chuckled as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. “Hwa.”

“I’m not proposing yet, kitten. I want to wait until we graduate. But I know that you are my future, my forever. So I was hoping you’ll accept this ring as a promise to you that as soon as we graduate, we’ll begin planning that forever.”

“Of course I will you cheese ball.” She could no longer stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. But she didn’t care because all that mattered was the gentle way Hwa took her hand, sliding the ring on her finger before pressing a kiss to it. “I love you so fucking much.”

“And I love you so much more.” He pressed his lips to hers in what was meant to be a sweet, passion filled kiss, but it quickly turned heated, Kayla moving to sit in his lap. “Fuck kitten, you’re perfect.”

“Okay guys you’re still in public. Please celebrate the happy news at home.” San interrupted, emerging from his hiding spot. Seonghwa and Kayla both laughed but exchanged knowing looks before standing up.

“Clean this up. We’re going to go celebrate.”

“I fucking hate him. I hate him so fucking much.” Mae cried as she came out of her room, joining Y/n in the living area of the dorm. Y/n turned to her, asking what happened as she opened her arms for Mae to crawl into. “He asked me to help him with an outfit for a date he has.” She said as she curled into Y/n’s open arms.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Mae, slowly petting her hair as a way of comfort. “I’ll kick his ass. How dare he play with my wifey’s feelings like this. You don’t need him anyway, you have me.”

“I know and I love you.” Mae sniffled. Before Y/n could tell her she loved her too, there was a knock on the door. And both girls knew who stood on the other side. “That fucking-“

“I’ll answer the door baby. You just sit here.” Mae nodded, allowing Y/n to get up from the couch and answer the door. Wooyoung stood there with a playful smirk on his face that quickly faded when he saw Y/n instead of the girl he was looking for. “You fucking asshole.”

“Hey wait, wait.” He held his hands up in defense, hoping it would stop Y/n from hitting him. She cocked her head to the side, waiting for an explanation as to why he would take Mae out on so many dates over the last little while, just to ask for her help for his date with someone else.

“I’m waiting.” He nodded, peering behind her to see if Mae was lurking nearby.

“There is no date. She confessed to me when we all went drinking that one night, and I confessed to her, but she clearly forgot. So I’ve been trying to get her to confess again so I can ask her to be my girlfriend.” He whispered. Y/n giggled. Kayla was right all along. Something did happen between the two that night, but none of them remembered because of the amount they drank.

“Okay fine. I’ll let you in, but you better fix this because she’s fucking crying right now.”

“Fuck okay. I’ll fix it. Thank you Y/n. I’ll mention you in my wedding speech.” She rolled her eyes and moved aside to let him in, much to Mae’s dismay.

“Get him the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see him.”

“Just help him out one time, Mae baby.” Mae’s eyes widened as she looked between the two of them, connecting the dots that weren’t there. Reading between lines that didn’t exist.

“Oh my fucking god. You’re going out with Y/n aren’t you. Hongjoong ends things with her and you swoop in to pick up the pieces.” Woo realized in that moment just how stupid this idea was. “I can’t believe you guys would do this to me.” He was about to ruin a friendship and he knew he had to fix it quick.

“Mae, you know I would never do that to you. Please don’t think that way about me.” Y/n choked out. Mae’s face softened at the sound of Y/n’s choked back sobs. She knows in her heart that Y/n would never, but her heart was hurting right now. She spoke without thinking.

“Why don’t you want to help me with this? You’re my best friend.” Woo egged her on, hoping these would be the words to end this game. He was tired of her not being his. Since the day they partnered up in class, he knew he wanted her.

Wooyoung was a known flirt, no one would deny that. He loved and appreciated women and he was going to let them know that. He never meant for it to become a thing, but he wasn’t going to stop. Or so he thought.

First day of class he was talking with a group of people, mostly women, flirting as he usually did, not realizing that everything was about to change for him. That his life was about to become 10x as chaotic and so much more beautiful.

Chatter buzzed around the classroom as everyone waited for the professor to come and start the class when the door slammed open. “Fucking made it.” Mae said with a smile on her face. Woo stopped talking mid sentence, turning his entire body towards the girl that just walked in.

He pushed through the group he was with to approach her, introducing himself to her with his signature smile. “Hello beautiful. My name’s Wooyoung in case you wanted to know what I’ll have you screaming later.”

“If you don’t step back, you’ll be screaming for your mommy.” This was it. This was the moment that Wooyoung knew he met his perfect match.

“I’ll call you mommy if that’s what you’re into.” She narrowed her eyes at him, cocking her head to the side, and resisting the urge to smack the smirk right off his face. His very pretty face. His unfairly pretty face. “But I’d rather call you bunny.” She shivered. She couldn’t help herself. The nickname hit her in just the right way.

“You’re disgusting.” Her voice came out a lot softer than she would have liked, causing Wooyoung’s smirk to grow. He had her exactly where he wanted her, hook line and sinker.

Before either of them could say anything more, the professor walked in behind them, telling everyone to partner up and take a seat. Wooyoung looked at Mae with a smile, not noticing all the other girls staring at him, hoping he’d choose them. But none of them were an option for him. Not when the most perfect woman stood in front of him. “Shall we grab our seats, bunny?” He held out his hand and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine.” She couldn’t reject him even if she tried. Within seconds he had her wrapped around his finger, and she hated it. “But don’t flirt with me anymore. I have a boyfriend.” A boyfriend that doesn’t make her feel the way Wooyoung does. A boyfriend that she’s falling out of love with, despite being with him for 3 years.

The power Jung Wooyoung has.

“Answer me Mae. Why won’t you help me?”

“BECAUSE I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY? I don’t want to be your best friend. I don’t want to watch you go out with someone that’s not me. I want you to only look at me.”

“Good. Now I want you to march your sexy ass into you room and get dressed. We’re going to be late for our date, bunny.” Woo smiled.

“What?” Y/n smirked as she watched the scene play out, excited that the two of them were finally getting their shit together.

“Mae, ever since the day you barged into the class, my attention has only been on you. I am literally in love with you and only you. There was never anyone else. So, go get dressed before we miss our reservations.” Mae walked up to him and slapped him on the arm, causing Wooyoung to chuckle.

“You’re a fucking ass town! How dare you make me cry!”

“I’m sorry baby. I will make it all better though.”

“You better.”

Alone again. Needing something to take the edge off, to make her forget that she can’t crawl back to Hongjoong. She just wanted to call him and have him call her pretty girl. Tell her that he was hers. She wanted to be with him in anyway he would have her, even if it meant tossing her feelings to the side and pretending she wasn’t in love with him.

“Come on. There’s got to be alcohol somewhere.” She mumbled to herself as she looked through the cabinets. When she opened the last one, she hit the jackpot. Bottles upon bottles of booze filled it. “Perfect.” She grabbed the unopened bottle of vodka, smiling to herself as she made her way back to the couch.

She chugged some. Once. Twice. Thrice. Loving the burn as it went down. It still hurt less than knowing that Hongjoong was no longer hers to love. Another chug. She got an idea. Setting the bottle on the table, she ran to Mae’s room where her stuff was, tearing open her bag and pulling out her favourite pair of fishnets that he bought for her. She was going to have him crawling back.

She sat on the couch, chugging back more and more vodka as she waited for Hongjoong to show up. The once full bottle was half empty now, and she could see the edges of her vision darkening. It was a familiar feeling. A feeling she felt not all that long ago. When everything with Jeongin drove her over the edge. But she promised Mae and Kayla she wouldn’t let it happen again.

Yet she couldn’t stop. The more she drank the happier she felt. She felt lighter, like nothing hurt her. She felt invincible.

The bottle was reaching the end when she heard the knock. “Y/n, pretty girl. Let me in please.” She couldn’t move. She was stuck to the couch as if something was on top of her holding her down. He knocked again and she finished off the bottle, allowing it to slip from her hand, and it shattered on the ground. And then she was out. “Y/N?! FUCK SHIT. PLEASE OPEN THIS DOOR.”

Hongjoong pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking for Mae’s contact with shaky hands and blurred vision. “What the fuck do you want onion man?”

“Something’s wrong with Y/n and I can’t get into the dorm.” He could hear rustling on the other end of the line, knowing she was running from wherever she was to save Y/n.

“I swear to fucking god Hongjoong if you did something to hurt her again, I will send you to the morgue with no remorse.”

“I know. And I’ll deserve it. But please hurry. I need to know she’s okay.”

Minutes later, Mae was running up to where Hongjoong was pacing, pushing him to the side to unlock the door, running in to find Y/n passed out on the floor, laying on the broken vodka bottle. “Fucking hell Hongjoong!” She yelled, storming over to him, shoving him as hard as she could, tears blurring her vision. “Do you see what you fucking did? She could fucking die because of you!” She didn’t wait to hear what he had to say, pulling out her phone and calling for an ambulance.

Hongjoong stood there frozen, unsure of what to do. He stared at her lifeless body, crumbling to the floor in tears. What did he do? Why couldn’t he just love her the way she deserved? How could he ruin the most important person to him to this point?

It’s like everything was going in slow motion when the paramedics rushed in to save her. He couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of his heart in his ears. Mae followed the paramedics to the ambulance, trying to get a hold of Kayla, screaming into her phone when it went to voicemail. Still, he heard nothing.

“Let’s go. Yunho is coming to pick us up and take us to the hospital.” Wooyoung said, helping Hongjoong to his feet.

“Now you fucking answer.” Mae said when Kayla finally answered after calling her hundreds of times. “She did it again, if you even fucking care. They’re pumping her stomach right now.”

“Fuck. I’m on my way.” Kayla jumped out of bed, searching for her clothes as best she could with tears streaming down her face. “Seonghwa we need to get to the fucking hospital right now.” He wasted no time it getting up and getting dressed, rushing the both of them to the hospital.

Hongjoong stood outside the door, unable to find it in himself to go inside the room. He could hear the beeps of the heart monitor, and it was the only thing keeping him grounded. She was alive, and that’s all that mattered. She was alive and surrounded by her friends.

Jongho and Yeosang stood outside with him, blocking him from Mae who was seeing nothing but red. Jongho wanted to be in the room with her, holding her hand, begging for her to wake up and be okay. But another part of him knew he wouldn’t be able to see her like that. Lifeless on the bed, connected to all sorts of machines.

“Please let me just see her. Even for a minute.” Hongjoong whispered.

“It’s your funeral.” Jongho said, stepping aside. All heads turned to look at him. Mae stood from her seat, storming over to him.

“No, you don’t get to be in here. You need to go far and fucking stay there you grey sprinkle on a rainbow cake! You’re the fucking reason she’s like this.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I never wanted this to happen. Fuck, I love her so fucking much I can’t put it into words. But she deserves better. Deserves more. Fuck.” Everyone was silent, taking in his confession as he left the room in a mess of tears.

“She better fucking wake up or you’re all visiting me in prison for the rest of my life.” Mae said before taking her seat again. “Please fucking wake up, Y/n.”

No one spoke another word, all just standing around the room, listening to the heart monitor. Kayla and Mae sat on opposite sides on the bed, holding her hands and staring at her face, watching, waiting, for her eyes to open. Or twitch. Anything to show that she’ll pull through. That this isn’t goodbye.

Fuck, please don’t let it be goodbye.

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leclerc-s · 6 months

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the daphlonso scandal

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daniel ricciardo talks formula one, the met gala, daphne jones, and more

isabella stands behind a counter, holding up two ingredients in her hands. she leans closer to her phone reading instagram live comments, one catches her attention, "what do you guys think about the daphne and fernando rumors?" she laughs loudly as oscar snickers and bailey smiles from behind isabella, holding a clear bowl in her hands.

lando ever the ignorant to what was happening, and simply thought his friends and girlfriend were having a conversation, speaks from behind the camera, "unless she's broken up with daniel, no way in hell is that ever happening, we all know it."

"lando!" bailey shouted as isabella rushed to shut her live off.

lando paled, "oh fuck. no. tell me it wasn't me. oh god, they're going to kill me."

"we kept this for 6 years and you just-" isabella was cut off by her phone ringing. they all stared at each other, they sigh when they realize it's only mae. isabella put her phone on speaker, "hey mae."

"where is he?" mae questions, "where the hell is norris? i’m going to break his trophies.”

“please don’t, i don’t have many,” lando said, taking the phone from isabella, “it was an accident i swear! i didn't know she was live, i promise! mae please don't kill me!"

daphne jones answers the internet's most pressing questions

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username she handled this better than i ever would’ve.

username the way she talks about lando and the other kids, it warms my heart. they all truly love each other. you don’t see many genuine friendships these days in hollywood,

username props to the interviewer for asking daphne if she was uncomfortable answering questions about that.

username it’s surprising they kept this a secret for as long as they did. no one suspected these two were even dating.

username everything after 1989 has been about daniel, and i can see why. he seems like a sweetheart and she does too. it warms my heart that these two sweethearts found each other, and are happily in love.

username omg! she tried to break up with him back when shit hit the fan in 2016-2017 and he refused to. daphne said he gave her space but still checked up on her and made her move in with him in monaco so she wouldn’t be alone.

↳ username when did she say this?

↳ username in miss americana, her documentary from 2020. she spoke about her relationship without saying who her lover was. we saw glimpses of him but that was it. i never put it together that it was daniel and looking back on it the signs were all there.

↳ username it’s surprising no one in monaco ever caught them or told a news outlet then. it’s such a small place

↳ username depending on where they lived. daniel said he had a home in the outskirts of monaco, but he also has his farm in australia. i assume they traveled back and forth between the two.

↳ username and new york, reputation was being recorded around this time too.

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danieljonesricciardo a little over a year ago i got to marry the love of my life. this was also around the same time i decided to take a year off racing, not because i everyone said i was a failure but because i wanted to enjoy my first year as a newlywed. i did enjoy it. i enjoyed waking up in the middle of the night to find daphne writing a new song or in the morning to her singing in the kitchen. i enjoyed traveling with her as she performed sold-out arenas night after night. i fell in love with magnificent woman as the whole world was against her, or at least that what it felt like, and i never fell out of love. many tiny little moments that were just ours led us to this moment, now i get to shout from the rooftops that i love my wife. i get to brag that my wife is more talented than me and that she picked me. she picked me when she could’ve had anyone else. for me it was always her and it would always be here, it’s a relief to know she thinks the same. i can’t wait to show the world what daphne j. ricciardo is like from my point of view.

daphne j. ricciardo is warm milk and cookies after a day out in the snow. she’s sunshine but also moonshine, light and dark. she’s human. she’s the embodiment of a strong, confident woman. she’s perseverance. she’s the calm after a storm but also a force to be reckoned with. she’s my daisy but also my poison ivy. sweet and sour. all the good things in my life. she’s a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, and an inspiration. she’s the love of my life and the mother of our future children. she’s everything to me.

the joker and the queen, forever & always.

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fernandoalo_oficial this is where i say goodbye to my other half, according to the internet. it was nice while it lasted daphne.

maejones was me sobbing at your wedding not enough? now you’re making cry over an instagram post? curse you daniel.

charles_leclerc glad we don’t have to worry about lando spilling this secret

taylorlautner congrats you two! it was a beautiful ceremony and glad to have been invited!

landonorris sorry i made you post about this but one less problem for me to worry about.

selenagomez take care of my best friend ricciardo!

↳ danieljonesricciardo always have gomez. always have.

alex_albon THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN? ARE YOU SHITTING ME RICCIARDO? I CANNOT SHED ANY MORE TEARS OVER YOU TWO!!

baileywinters mama y papa got married and i’m still not over it.

vancityreynolds vroom vroom man's wife stole my wife now i have to steal her husband

↳ danieljonesricciardo name a time and place

↳ vancityreynolds daphne i adore your husband. he's mine now. you can keep my wife and kids.

↳ daphnejonesricciardo ‘guess i just lost my husband’

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daphnejonesricciardo to my sunshine, my muse, my eternal lover. i will forever be grateful you walked into my life when you did. you were my shoulder to cry on and my best friend before you were ever my lover. you’ve held me at my highest high but also at my lowest low. i want all of your midnights forever. i want to be able to tell you that i love you forever. i want to be able to tell our future children that their father is the kindest man i’ve ever met. loving you has been an adventure of its own because there’s always something new to do. i’ll always remember how you dragged me out of bed to watch the stars from our roof or how you wake me up at 3am to eat ice cream. the memories you and i make are forever and i can’t wait to tell them to our children someday.

daniel j. ricciardo is the embodiment of sunshine. he’s a warm hug on a cold day. he’s daylight. he’s comfort. he’s everything to me. there’s in no one else i would rather sit with and watch grey’s anatomy with. there’s no one else i’d rather cry to when life throws another unexpected event at us. there’s no one else i’d rather sing all my songs too first. there’s no one else i’d rather love than you. there's no one else i would want to be the future father of my children. here’s to forever daniel.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince, forever & always

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alex_albon ARE YOU SHITTING ME? YOU TWO WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!! THE JOKER & THE QUEEN? MISS AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE? OH LORD DIG MY GRAVE!

vancityreynolds lost my future husband before he could ever be mine

maxverstappen1 i call godfather of your first spawn!

↳ charles_leclerc no way! i called dibs first!

↳ carlossainz55 i was here from the start it should be me!

↳ maxverstappen1 i was too! besides charles already has the cat!

↳ charles_leclerc a cat is not the same as a human maxamilian

↳ maxverstappen1 THAT'S NOT MY NAME!!!

↳ danieljonesricciardo seb gets the first child. he's literally the reason we're together in the first place. ryan gets the next, you three can fight roman empire style for the third.

isabellaperez i won't fight for godmother because i know i am not responsible to take care for another person.

daniel jones-ricciardo gets interrogated by max verstappen and sergio perez (featuring special guest isabella perez)

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username he hyphenated his name! omg! i love this! i love them!

↳ username they both did! it's adorable

username i wanna know what the smoothie inchident is!

username max with daniel and isabella brings out the child in him.

↳ username this whole video seemed like tired dad (checo), fun uncle (daniel), little sister (isa), big brother (max)

username it’s surprising that checo brought up the 2021 scandal. but max was right, if he would’ve said something then the situation would’ve gotten worse. it’s nice to know all her friends were supportive.

username but what is the smoothie incident?

username props to daniel for deciding that the master’s situation should’ve been about daphne and not them as a couple

↳ username he should’ve said something. what kind of boyfriend doesn’t defend his girlfriend?

↳ username he still supported her as a ‘friend’ all the time. he did what he could without exposing their relationship. he even came to her defense when daphne was getting shit on by the entire internet. daniel is literally the blueprint.

username i wasn’t expecting checo to be the one with the hard hitting questions.

username this was a group i didn't know i needed

username they all seemed relieved that daph and daniel's relationship is out there in the world. i can't imagine helping two people keep their relationship a secret for over 7 years.

↳ username this friend group has proven time and time again they would do anything for each other. i think it's only a matter of time before someone *isabella* marches into the ferrari garage and demands they fix their shitty strategy.

¡leclerc-s speaks! honestly this one started off as a complete joke and then it became something i fell in love completely. it's super long because i just kept adding more and more to it. firmly believe that if lando wasn't the one to spill it stone-cold sober pierre would be the one to do it in an instagram story (iykyk)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

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tessabhrams · 4 months

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location: at blair's house

status: closed for @blairmoreno

"It was one of the single most uncomfortable moments of my life, B. I wanted the ground to swallow me up and die."

Okay— That was a little too dramatic, admittedly, but introducing Ryan and Waverly now, so unintentionally, hadn't been part of the plan. And Tess liked her plans. She liked (no, needed) to have a firm grip on things.

Did that make her a control freak? Maybe. But if she was, she had her parents to blame.

"He wasn't supposed to find out that way. I wanted to tell him myself, face to face." It's why, three years later, she still hadn't told him about her daughter. Why, in every letter and even throughout that week at his hospital bedside, she didn't say a word.

Face to face. Not right now, not when he's just been hurt.

Tess comforted herself with those excuses like a warm blanket, refusing to admit that maybe, just maybe she hadn't told Ryan because she was scared. Of his reaction, of putting proof to how extraordinarily they'd both moved on in their lives.

For all that Waverly Mae was, she wasn't the child they always talked about someday sharing. The little one, boy or girl, with her hair, his eyes.

And maybe he didn't care. Maybe after all these years she was the only one who still had a running comparison in their brain between the life expected and the life they got. Either way, it still felt cruel throwing that small, sassy deviation from 'their' plan in his face when he'd been so unprepared.

"Was it a bad idea to move back home?" Worry sent her lip between her teeth until the rosy flesh blanched under her bite. "Should I have just said screw my dad, let it all burn, and stayed gone?"

#❝ interactions.#❝ filed under — blair moreno.#blair: 001.#for the record: yes - those buggles are absolutely actually on her fingers rn lmfao

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meatriarchived · 5 months

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME : renee! c: ( government-assigned actual middle name fbnskdj )

PRONOUNS : they / she

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : ims on tumblr was the normal for me cause i never really did disc til this blog but i Am mostly chatting on disc nowadays. i can be slow / notifs may be funky so i always say to not like... get upsetti if i take a bit to reply or i forget to my mind is an actual fog-haze most of the time, time to me gets very hazy and i wont really realize days have passed me by at times so. i ask patience for that front c;

NAME OF MUSE(S) : oh hell, we are primarily in Texas Trenches here so...... maria & ana flores, danny [ alejo-osorio, not 'gaines' ugly ass name- ], Mother nancy s.awyer, thomas h.ewitt / le.atherface, our mom luda mae he.witt, elizabeth 'birdie' callaway [ oc ], constance 'simmi' simone [ oc ] + my other trials kiddos.

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : writing in general - since 3rd grade. rping here on tumby - since about.... 2014.....? idk really. its been at last 10+ yrs. ive been in a couple different r.pcs but horrors' typically been such a home to return to.

BEST EXPERIENCE : point blank all honesty? these last 2-3 months since i came back. genuinely. like ive had a good share of fun and silly moments over the years yes. but. something about the mutuals ive met coming back from a near 2 yr hiatus to this blog has been really heartwarming to me. i havent had remotely as welcoming or fun and silly times connecting with the actual people behind the blog, behind the muse, as i have here. i never had so many wild out of pocket verses or ships, never had affiliates/mains/etc, never had near as much fun plotting or simply gushing over muses and their dynamics in those 10+ yrs being here on and off than i have in this lil texas corner of the horror r.pc. like the last few years have Not Been Kind in my offsite life, and having a massive writers block due to offsite struggles for those years near killed my love for writing as a whole - not just rping but just. writing in general. and while that blocks still not fully gone rn ( staring my 100+ inbox rn in the fucking eyes ) just? the fact that i feel alot more connected to a point with those ive met here this time around has genuinely made me feel alot happier in these few weeks than i have in quite a while. so far this takes the cake by a complete landslide in terms of best experiences ♡ and much of that is very much thanks to those mutuals.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : look. ive been here a long time. ive been part of r.pcs that have had alot of shit stirred in it. im going to be 30 in january lmao and my offsite life has more than enough of its fair fucking share of bullshit. i dont have the mental nor emotional capacity to deal with the kinds of online pettiness or silliness that has cropped up. ive had more of my share in people who are ma.nipulative, ab.usive, etc that i dont really care to engage with in a space that i really try hard to ensure stays as peaceful and as much of a solace to myself as possible. if you're chill and just here to vibe? then we're completely gucci lol. but i dont respond well in the slightest to guilt trips, or passive aggressive attempts at getting interactions or anything. it makes me wildly uncomfortable - seen it too much, deal with similar way too much w people in my offsite life and im honestly so tired and jaded to it all. im here to chill, chat about muses, go to Texas, just. relax and take it easy. got enough shit goin' on offsite as is let me just have fun here :') like literally just. read my rules, dont push me or my boundaries, let us just have a good time and chill leave the petty shit at the door im begging.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : okay look- FNJKS my go-to, my habit, is always gonna be Angst / the horrors. its been that way for many years. you can ask my offsite co-writer/friend, she's literally been Tormented by me for nearly two decades now- FKJSDA but seriously, it doesnt entirely matter. angst, fluff, horror, etc etc like. i enjoy where the character takes me - if its gearing towards angst? then imma be as heartbreaking as possible. if its sweet fluff? i hope you like cotton candy cause im stuffing an entire blob of it in your mouth like- i just enjoy the dynamics between characters and where that can lead them - and i fucking love the dynamics the pals and i have been cooking these few weeks theyre delicious and i love them all ♡ smut however..... my enemy. nfsjdk its noted already in my rules im not gonna go into it but. smuts only vaguely referenced on a sideblog that im keeping to a very small pool of people im comfortable with so; i over-criticize my writing it & constantly delete/restart it so. dont expect to see me post anything here on main anymore re: smut fgnsdkd

PLOTS OR MEMES : funny how it used to be strictly memes but, ive found myself after returning heavily preferring at least SOME plotting before i feel comfortable just winging it in responses. c; its not required, nor necessary, but it helps to be chatting at least ooc about the muses so i have a better idea of how to write something out.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : OKAY SO LOOK- i cannot begin to say how unhinged my fucking writing has been overall here cause truly? my responses on other blogs used to be so minimal??? read: NORMAL. and yet here i am now in this little corner dishing out fuckin' novels half the time like who the fuck am i- lmao its been so much fun building those longer responses up tho like?? and the fact that ya'll enjoy them so much makes me happy but also i am Sorry not only for the novels in my responses but also my novel tangents in dms like goddamn i dont know how to shut-

BEST TIME TO WRITE : for me it used to be solely in the dead of night cause thats when all the day chaos finally quieted down but. now for the most part its just. whenever i get a burst of energy and motivation to.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : uhh................. if i HAD to choose its like... maybe a gentle mix of danny / simmi / ana? mostly simmi in terms of just. resting bitch face, keeps to themself, idk fnsdk but overall not? really? they got some shared snippets that i do but as more of an overall? not in the slightest i think lol

TAGGED BY : scruffed from across the dash from kels uwu TAGGING : literally any of ya'll if you wanna do it too c:

#cant believe i had to put a readmore on this cause i can never just Write something of Normal Fucking Length- FSBK #[ 𝟎𝟎 ] ── * 𝐎𝐎𝐂. { renee. }

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terrorandtales · 10 months

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Anxiety - Spiritual Awakening - Bruises

Is today the day I choose to wake up?

Are the little bursts of joy and sunshine worth living for?

Am I truly living?

Would I jump from the tallest heights to escape the depression that is slowly killing me?

Do I want to live? What does it mean to live?

Why are we afraid of death?

Am I attracted to the permanency of silence?

Is death the permanency of silence?

The darkness is outweighing my faith.

I'm so tired of battling myself and my thoughts.

Am I awake? Do I want to wake up?

Do I want to be here anymore?

Where is here?

I'm the wall between myself.

My anxiety is hindering my ability to jump and have faith.

My mind is constantly buzzing and in motion.

The hardest part about becoming spiritually awakened and aware of my being, feelings, and energy is not being able to ignore them the way I used to.

I feel this uncomfortable flood of emotions that I must face.

I promised myself to see myself always.

I am the mirror of my darkness, joys, achievements, traumas, and pain.

Last week I was bruised...

I ran into a turnstile, trying to catch the train. I was rushing to get from one place to the next so I could avoid having to sit with the awareness.

Oh, but it came...

Immediately, I knew I would bruise.

I never used to know this about myself until him, of course, but part of me was relieved.

To see the bruise forming.

To feel the aching pain when I'd press gently on the raised skin.

The physical pain was a distraction from the emotional pain I'm drowning in.

I miss the bruises some days...

It's a tangible pain that has an explanation.

You see... When the blows would come, the bruises would shortly follow...

A chain reaction of miscommunication, arguing, and anger, followed by his hands breaking the silent emotional prison that held me tongue-tied, lips sealed, and voice paralyzed.

Once he'd tire and his hands would fall flat, the world would fall silent.

Heavy breathing would cease.

Shrieking cries would turn into shallow breaths.

Bloody hands would be washed of evidence.

The pain would subside eventually.

I looked forward to the bruises...

I loved watching them form day after day.

Darken, spread, and expose the survival of the past trauma.

I'm conflicted about these thoughts and feelings.

For the last five years, I've clung to these feelings.

I could endure the physical pain any day because it only lasted for a moment.

Eventually, the bruise would fade away.

I'd be left with deeper emotional wounds.

They will never cease to exist.

They are painted all over my heart.

Etched into the depths of my subconscious mind.

I am but a reflection of shattered mosaics being glued back together by love and faith, but broken constantly by self-doubt, fear, and anxiety.

What's the cure for the invisible scars that bleed daily?

My anxiety and trauma feel like incurable diseases. They're dormant to the public eye, but thrashing around inside of my head and my chest from the moment my eyes open to when I fall asleep.

I'm constantly battling myself to be presentable and outward facing.

Sometimes, the brightest people cast the darkest shadows.

I don't always know how to articulate my darkness in my waking life, but here in this world, my words bleed into the ether and paint the terrors I desire to leave behind.

"I want to protect you, Mae, but also let you figure things out in a way we all do because we all deserve that"

Oh my sweet Sunflower, if only you could help me to protect me from me...

I must stand tall and face the mes that make me, me

I see your efforts, and I deeply appreciate you and your willingness to see me and want to protect me. I haven't had a partner say this to me before. No man outside of my dad. So thank you. Truly, I thank you.

You challenge me to be brave enough to explore new realms. You've been a great part of my healing.

Our love is the most powerful, free, expressive, and pure love I have ever witnessed and felt in my life. You understand and see me more than most people do, and even when you don't, you always surround me with gentleness, grace, and warm hugs.

I love you more than any words could express. It's deeply rooted within my soul.

I've shown parts of myself to you that I wasn't aware of showing or sharing.

Parts of me that I didn't want to share right away, but because of the person you are, I can't hide no matter how hard I try.

I'm pulled to your calming nature. I'm safe with you.

With safety comes the avalanche.

Now, all of these things are falling out of me uncontrollably and without warning.

My vulnerability is my greatest strength, but my kryptonite.

I'm terrified to be abandoned and loved less.

Yet you remain.

I want to be able to share this part of me with you.

As strong as I am, I struggle daily.

I don't want you to wake up one day down the road and say that I didn't show you all of who I am.

Even if I'm afraid to show you.

I've accepted my darkness and all that comes with it.

One day, you'll have to decide if you accept all that I am.

Choosing to love is beautiful, but choosing to accept one for all the things that make them who they are is challenging and admirable.

I don't want to hide any part of me.

I've never hidden myself from you.

I've reserved parts of me for different times in our journey.

As painful as it can be to see myself in these shades of sadness, I love every part of my being.

I can not expect to receive grace, understanding, patience, and love from others - you, if I don't extend it to myself first.

The day will come when we decide to fully commit to a life with each other and our future.

You deserve to know exactly what you're walking into at the time of your choosing.

I'm still growing and learning.

I'm evolving each day, and change will come and go over the years as we age.

I trust myself to place my heart, my fears, and my unknowns within your hands.

I trust you.

In return, I hope to see as much of you as you'll let me. So I, too, can have the same opportunity to choose you over and over again.

I can't control my love for you.

It's completely out of my hands.

Our love is so free and has no bounds.

It's infinite and flows effortlessly.

That's what scares me.

A free, healthy, ever flowing love.

One I'm experiencing for the first time.

I know you'll protect me if I need it.

He is the father I needed. My protector.

The partner I've longed and prayed for. My Sunflower.

The friend I never knew could exist in this way. My person.

And as the sun sets on my sad heart tonight, the sun will shine with my hope for tomorrow.

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oopsslay · 1 year

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hi!! im kenny and ive been on mcytblr for awhile but i wanted to make a new blog from scratch !!

*~ some info ^_^ ~*

im 22, i use she/her, and im in college studying psychology and english (talk to me abt ur fav poems 🫶🏻)

i mainly blog about dtqk + sbi but i also adore tina, foolish, niki, ranboo, sneeg, and the chuckle sandwich trio (im still including charlie ok)

my url is based on this moment from a 2021 wilbur stream when he told chat he lathers on moisturizer and then rinses it off (capital offense).

talk to me about your fav music, movies, tv ANYTHING im always down to chat!!

i love using emoticons :P if u use XD you're not cringe i love you

i have a cat named after Mae from Night In The Woods !! probably my fav game ever. im also obsessed with my lil dude so i’ll probably share some photos of her from time to time hehe

im usually pretty good about tags but if i ever post/reblog something without a tag and it makes you uncomfortable/is a trigger pls shoot me a message!

i dont necessarily think i need to make a DNI list but basically i use this corner of the internet to just blog about my little hyper-fixations and avoid negativity and such but ya know. im also an adult with Opinions and Feelings and sometimes might share them (just don’t be an asshole pls)

- my twitter (semi ia)

anyways if youre on mcytblr pls like/reblog so i can start to follow some more cool ppl <333

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frankiekatt · 3 years

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Could you do a Thomas Hewitt with a insecure female reader who always wears clothes (hoodies, sweaters, etc) that cover her whole body 24/7, even on the most hottest days. And refuses to remove anything even if NSFW events occur. Would Thomas be annoyed by it and how can he convince her to change. (Sorry if this sounds like a weird request, I totally understand if you don't want to do it :)

You got it! I actually used to be like this and still am sometimes, so this was really nice to write. I hope you enjoy it!

TW: Implied murder, slight NSFW

Thomas Hewitt With An S/O Who Wears Long Sleeves 24/7

He feels you.

Thomas knows what it's like to not feel comfortable in his own skin, so there is absolutely no judgement coming from him.

He does, however, think you have nothing to be ashamed of.

You’re the most beautiful thing Thomas has ever seen and he wishes you knew that!!

Working around the Hewitt household in long sleeves can become very uncomfortable very fast – everyone in the house is expected to pull their weight, which means you have a variety of tasks to complete each day. Whether it's cooking, cleaning, gardening, luring victims to the house, fixing up the house, it all makes your body temperature rise rapidly.

Thomas is usually down in the basement during the day, so he doesn’t get to see the way you stumble around the house, trying your best to do your chores despite suffering a semi-heatstroke.

Luda Mae is the one who spots you sweating and panting while pulling weeds from the garden. It's no shock to her. You are wearing an oversized sweater while working under the Texas sun, but it does confuse her why you aren’t changing into something breezier. She doesn’t ask you why you wear what you wear, not wanting to pry, but she does worry about you, so she makes it a point to frequently bring you glasses of ice water to try and cool you down.

It gets to a point where Luda Mae cannot stand seeing you almost pass out each day with sweat dripping down your forehead, so she tells Thomas.

Once Thomas hears this, he becomes extremely worried about you. You were suffering each day and he never knew.

He goes upstairs after hearing this from Luda Mae and finds you in the kitchen scrubbing the counters. You were wearing a large hoodie, just like always, but now that Thomas knows your usual attire has been causing you discomfort, he decides to confront you about it.

You try to tell him that you just like to dress this way, that this is just your style, but he’s not buying it. He can tell you’re miserable in these clothes, that you’re hiding something from him.

He let’s it go for the time being since you both have to get back to your chores, but he plans on revisiting the matter later that evening.

When that evening does come around, Thomas finds you in the living room sitting on the couch, sipping ice water from a tall glass. He’s a bit hesitant to ask you about your clothes again, not wanting to upset you or make you feel uneasy, but he knows this is an important matter and he feels it’s his duty to help you.

So, he timidly approaches you, his nervous expression hidden behind his leather mask. You beam up at him once he’s standing in front of you. “Hey, Tommy! I missed you today!” you reach up to him, wanting to hug him close to you, which he accepts eagerly, wrapping his arms around you gently. You can tell something is off with how stiff he is; he’s usually so relaxed when around you, but now he seems to not want to be in your presence.

“Is something wrong, Tommy?” He lets out a quiet sigh before letting you go.

‘Why are you wearing that,’ he signs.

His questioning makes you look down at your feet. “I already told you, this is just how I like to dress.”

‘That’s not true. It’s too hot to be wearing that, I know it makes you feel sick to work in those clothes. I want to help you.”

You wished he would just drop the subject. Yes, he was right. Working around and outside the house in these warm clothes during the Summer season in Texas does take a huge toll on you. You’re constantly burning up, sweating, feeling fatigued and like you could hit the floor at any moment. But you prefer to endure all of this instead of bearing any part of your body besides your face.

“I just...I feel more comfortable with myself wearing this. That’s all.”

“Why?”

Your face burns at a million degrees from embarrassment. “Because I’m ugly, Thomas! I hate the way my body looks, okay? I don't want anyone to see my body, especially you.”

With that said, you got up from the couch and retreated to your room that you shared with Thomas.

Thomas could feel his heart breaking apart as those words left your mouth, as you walked away from him in shame. You thought of yourself as ugly? You? How could anyone possibly see you as anything less than stunning?

Thomas followed you to the room the two of you shared and found you laying on your side on the rickety bed in the middle of the room. He could see your shoulders shaking as you cried silently. Now it felt like someone had ripped his broken heart out of his chest and devoured it right in front of him. He hated to see you cry.

He ran over to your side of the bed and bent down on the floor in front of you. “Sweetie, please don’t cry! Please don’t be sad! You’re so beautiful and I love you so much,” he signed frantically.

“No I’m not,” you argued. “I’m so ugly and if you see my whole body you won’t want to be with me!”

There had never been a time where Thomas thought of you as any less than perfect, but right now he thought you were insanely absurd. He was the ugly one, he thought. He was the one who was afraid you would leave him if you saw him without his mask. He could never leave you - you were the best thing that ever happened to him. And that’s exactly what he told you.

You felt hurt that your boyfriend thought of himself that way. You knew he was beautiful underneath his mask, no matter what. It dawned on you that Thomas probably felt the same way knowing you thought of yourself as ugly too.

“Thomas, no. I know I haven’t seen you without your mask yet, but I just know that you’re so, so handsome. Please don’t think of yourself that way. I...I know that that’s what you want to say to me too.”

Thomas nodded, eyes filled with sadness. “Why won’t you believe me?”

It was hard to talk about. It made you feel embarrassed and small and ridiculous. “Tommy, when I was younger, just starting high school, I had my first boyfriend.”

Thomas was already shifting uncomfortably. He didn’t like hearing about another man getting to love you the way he does.

“There was this one night, my boyfriend and I decided to be more intimate, and…” your cheeks were on fire at this point, “And he didn’t like what he saw. The next day at school, he avoided me. A week after that, he was dating one of the school’s cheerleaders. And not long after that, they started spreading rumors about me. Mean, nasty rumors that got around pretty fast.”

Thomas hadn’t noticed, but tears began to leak out of his eyes at your story.

“I felt disgusted with myself. I never wanted anyone to see any part of me, so I covered myself up. And I just...never stopped, I guess.”

Thomas raised his hands slowly to begin signing to you. “They were liars and bullies. You are so pretty. The loveliest angel I’ve ever met. Please believe me! I would never lie to you. I just want to see you, all of you. But most importantly I want you to be comfortable with yourself.”

You didn’t reply, but you let Thomas’ hands run down from your shoulders to your wrists.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

You wanted him to. You and Thomas had had sex before, a couple of times, but you had never taken your shirt off, and he had never taken his mask off. You wanted Thomas to love every part of you, even if you didn’t love yourself. You wanted to believe him when he said you were beautiful. You wanted him to believe he was beautiful.

“I’ll let you see me, if you let me see your face.”

Thomas stiffened. He had always dreaded this moment. He never wanted to show you his face if he could get away with it, but he knew one day he would have to. And he knew if he ever wanted to help you, to make you believe him, he would have to show you the same trust you were trying to show him.

So as the two of you lied yourselves bare to each other, kissing every part of each other’s bodies, whispering sweet words between trembling limbs and pounding hearts, you both began to believe that maybe the other was right. Maybe the two of you weren’t ugly monsters.

The two of you were beautiful together.

#slashers #slashers x reader #slashers imagines #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt imagines #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm

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spyrothesquish-0006 · 2 years

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To Desire

Asmodeus (Obey me!) X (Platonic!!)male!OC

Tw: hurt/comfort, angst, past CSA mention, Asmo comforts male character

Category: 2,059 words of fluffy angst

Notes: this was a brainrot stuck in my head and I really wanted to write it all out. I've never posted angst like this before so I'm sorry if this is a bit heavier than normal 😅 hope you enjoy anyways!

Tags: @mae-beee (accidentally tagged wrong account first, sorry)

It had been a few months now since Remmie came to the Devildom. Overall, he had adjusted quite well, honestly finding the Devildom and his new-found demon family to be more pleasant than the life he left behind in the human world. Sure, being a human in hell had its ups and downs; Remmie was only 5'1 and rather shy at times, so he didn't always get along well with the other demons at RAD. If anyone ever caused him trouble though, he knew one of the brothers wouldn't be far behind him, ready to defend him at any cost.

He loved all of the brothers dearly, but he had seemed to have taken a special liking to Beelzebub, Satan, and Mammon in particular. Remmie loved to bake and cook, so Beel was always by his side in the kitchen. Writing stories and poems were Remmie's favorite hobby, so Satan was always the first to read and correct his rough drafts. Mammon had always looked out for him since the first moment he came to the Devildom, so if Remmie ever felt lonely or sad, one could probably find him curled up at The Great Mammon's side.

By all accounts, Remmie seemed to be getting along just great. It wasn't long until Asmodeus noticed something. . .off about the little human, however. For some reason, it didn't seem like Remmie liked the Avatar of Lust at all. Any time Asmodeus tried to spend some time with him, the human would come up with any excuse he could to avoid Asmodeus. It almost felt like Remmie would do anything he could to avoid being alone with the demon. No matter how much he thought about it, and over-thought about it, Asmo simply couldn't figure out why Remmie didn't like him. Was it something he had done? Something he said? Maybe the human just thought his taste in clothes was weird. . .

For Asmo, the feeling of being disliked was a foreign one, but at the same time, Remmie had never specifically made it clear that he *didn't* like him. He simply never wished to spend any time around him without one of the other brothers around too. After a certain incident, one in which Asmodeus had accidentally startled Remmie, the demon truly began to worry he had done something to make him uncomfortable. It was a complete accident, Asmodeus simply wasn't aware that Remmie didn't hear him enter the kitchen while he was baking with Beel, so when he suddenly exclaimed how good the kitchen smelled, he was shocked to see the human, literally, climb Beelzebub like a tree in order to keep his distance.

"Darling, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you—"

"N-no, you're okay! Sorry, I, uh, I didn't hear you come in. I wasn't expecting it."

The human nervously laughed as Beel helped him climb down, and the 6th born was equally as shocked as Asmodeus to see such a response of fear from the small human. What could Remmie possibly be so afraid of? To most people, Asmodeus couldn't hurt a fly without good reason. It's not as if he had ever done something to make Remmie feel unsafe.

Rather than wishing to make a big deal of it and further upset Remmie, Asmodeus simply gave a small nod and a bright smile.

"It's alright, dear. Don't worry about it. I'll leave you to your baking!"

The 5th born hurried out of the kitchen, but not before Beel noticed the way his smile faltered. In truth, Beelzebub had a small idea of why Remmie wasn't comfortable around his brother, but he knew it wasn't his place to explain it. If Remmie wanted Asmodeus to know, he could tell him himself. Still, it hurt Beel to see his favorite human so distressed, and it hurt to see his brother upset as well.

After allowing a few days for the dust to settle, Asmodeus pulled Beelzebub aside while Remmie was at the library with Satan. It was driving him insane to not know what he did wrong, and he needed answers before he ate himself alive with guilt.

"Please tell me you know what I did wrong? I can't stand seeing him so scared of me, but I don't know what I could have done. Was it something I said?"

Beelzebub could only furrow his brows as he tried to think of the best way to handle the situation. He didn't want to betray Remmie's trust, but he also didn't want to lie to his brother. After a moment of thought, he decided the best thing to do would be to have Asmodeus ask the human himself.

"It's not something you've done or said, but I can't and won't say more than that. I know he's scared to be around you, but your best bet will be asking Remmie yourself."

Asmodeus had to admit, that response wasn't what he had hoped for. Ideally, he wished for a cut and dry answer he could go off of to figure out how to fix things. But, if speaking to Remmie directly was the only way, he simply had no other choice.

Once Remmie and Satan had gotten home from the library, a few hours past dinner, Asmodeus decided that would be his best time to talk to the human. Satan had taken their books upstairs to his room, and Remmie was down in the kitchen to grab some leftovers for dinner. Despite how much he loved being in the Devildom, Remmie really hated how big everything was compared to him. In order to grab a plate, he had to scale the countertops and hope that either, A) he didn't fall, or B) Lucifer didn't catch him standing on the counter and scold him. Normally, he wouldn't do something like that, but Beelzebub was at Fangol practice and Remmie had no idea where anyone else was. So, he found himself standing on the countertop, reaching up for a plate when his foot slipped.

The moment he lost his balance was the same moment Asmodeus walked into the kitchen, and luckily for the human, Asmo was faster than he looked. Before he could get hurt, the demon had caught him in his arms without thinking. After all, how could he possibly let the poor human hit his head?

"What in the world were you scaling the counter for? You could have split your head open doing that!"

Realizing just how close he was to the human, Asmodeus quickly set him down and backed away to let Remmie catch his breath. He had tensed terribly in his arms, and much to Asmo's dismay, looked close to crying.

"I'm sorry to scare you like that, normally I'd ask first before touching you, but I didn't want to see you hurt, and—"

"Thank you."

The demon faltered in his spluttering of apologies.

"What?"

"Thank you. For catching me, I mean."

He might have been shaking like a leaf, but Remmie still knew when a proper thanks was in order.

"I didn't expect you to catch me. Not with how often I avoid you."

His eyes were trained on the kitchen floor and the human honestly felt a sense of shame for how he had acted towards Asmodeus. Logically, he knew the demon never meant any harm, but still. . .

Asmodeus' gaze softened as he looked at Remmie, kneeling down a bit to be more on his level, despite knowing that his pants might get dirty from being on the floor. In that moment, he didn't care about his clothes.

"Of course I would catch you. None of us would ever let our human get hurt on our watch. We all care for you, you know?"

The human could only give a small nod as he felt a lump form in his throat. Why did he have to be so afraid?

Asmodeus could see the whirlwind of emotions churning in the small boy as he trembled. He reached out a gentle hand and was surprised, but delighted, when Remmie took it.

"Can I ask you something, dear?"

He waited for a small nod in response before he continued.

"Have I done anything to make you uncomfortable around me? I'm truly sorry if I have, I know that sometimes I can be a tad too much. I just hate seeing you get so scared when I'm around."

Surprisingly, Remmie shook his head.

"No, you haven't done anything. You've always been so nice to me, and I know you look out for me just like everyone else, I just. . ." His voice shook as he spoke, and it took everything in Asmodeus to not wrap the human up in a hug. Instead, he let Remmie continue after he took a deep breath.

"When I first came here, Lucifer was introducing everyone, and at first, I thought you looked really kind. I thought you were nice, but, then Lucifer said you were the Avatar of Lust, and, well, I got scared."

Asmodeus could only stare at the human in confusion as his brows furrowed. How could his title be so frightening to someone? Normally when people knew who he was, they would fall over themselves trying to get close to him, not run away in fear. Before he could ask why, the human continued.

"When I was younger, I got hurt. I couldn't stop it, and I couldn't change what happened to me. He was a lot bigger than I was. . ."

Tears rolled down his cheeks and Asmodeus felt his heart break.

"When Lucifer said your sin was Lust, I got scared because I didn't know if something would happen. I knew I couldn't fight you if it did, so, I just didn't feel safe being alone with you. I thought I'd be safe if I hid behind your brothers instead. I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize. Please, don't apologize."

Asmodeus gathered Remmie up in a tight hug as they both cried. Remmie, for recounting his hurts, and Asmodeus for the sinking feeling in his stomach. How could anyone hurt a child like that? He may be a demon, but even he knew that it was wrong, wrong and terrible, and something that should never have happened.

"My sin might be Lust, but there is a major difference between desiring something, and taking it. I would never, ever, do something so horrible."

His hands found their way to Remmie's cheeks, tracing gently with his thumbs as he wiped his tears away.

"I have never done anything with anyone without their full consent, I promise you that. And I would never do anything without your consent, no matter what."

All Remmie could do was nod as he wrapped his arms tighter around the demon. His tears slowly stopped falling as he learned how to breathe again, and after some time, his grip on Asmodeus loosened. The demon sat back, petting a gentle hand over Remmie's hair as he gave a soft smile.

"I don't expect your fears to vanish overnight, and that's perfectly okay, doll. You don't have to do anything with me if you're not comfortable. But, if you ever decide you want to join in on my self-care nights, my room is always open. Feel free to knock, okay?"

The human smiled softly as he nodded, sniffing a little as Asmodeus stood up. The demon gave a gentle ruffle to his hair, and Remmie couldn't help but to smile.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit, I know this must have been a lot for you. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I'm gonna go fix my makeup before it's ruined, but I'll tell Satan to come down here and read with you. Ta ta, my dear." With that, Asmodeus walked upstairs to his room, and Remmie gathered his thoughts as he made himself dinner. He knew it would take time before his fears fully went away, but he realized then that he really had no reason to be scared of Asmo.

He ate his dinner with Satan as the two read together, relaxing as the evening hours melted into night. Soon enough, Remmie found himself standing outside of Asmo's door, a plate of freshly baked cookies in hand as a gift. He raised his hand and knocked.

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mariesocuniverse · 3 years

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Relationships: NCT 127

Maeil (aka Daily)

there are two meanings to their ship name

first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic

When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was “Oh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?” while cuddling Taeil on a couch

he’s the same age as Mae’s older brother so she treats him as such

her brother is literally like “Are you replacing me with Taeil? I’m your reall brother!” and she’s just there sweating

part of Taeil’s hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president

like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it

he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering

he’s also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest

there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because she’s either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles

absolutely adores his voice

there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time

Maenny

was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her

but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick

he’s more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong

can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad

he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably would’ve if it weren’t for Mae

one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees

before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the man’s legs are long and he walks faster

there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him

his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyone’s vision unless you walk past the two

you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute

there was this one time Mae couldn’t see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders

okay enough about Mae’s height

during shows he’s always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not

johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: “what do you think Mae?”

absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is he’ll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere

MaeTae

honestly it’s hard to pinpoint where Taeyong’s protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae

like it might’ve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when

she’s like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself

it’s not like she’s complaining abt it she’s really grateful to have someone like him in her life

when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that she’ll be safe

first person to know if there’s something between SM and Mae that the other members don’t know about

he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company

she knows she can trust him with anything

he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him

Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members

she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes

she got him a “world’s greatest dad” trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room

YuMae

you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae

if he isnt giving a hug to mark he’s all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug

Mae: does nothing

Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)

she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection

likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug

there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation

neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them

he teaches her japanese!

its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta won’t forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D

really really really loves his smile

like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)

like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile

Can and has glared at “fans” and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules

There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby

It’s like a lion trying to protect a kitten

2Young

again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it

She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love

whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off

“doyoung she’s been put on a diet-” “she’s going to eat whether you like it or not”

one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup

if taeyong has the “world’s greatest dad” trophy doyoung has the “world’s greatest mom” trophy that he says he’ll throw it away but has it perched on his desk

Mae’s also one of the members who like to clown him

she’s the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs

Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoung’s childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it

she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Mae’s older brother

Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders

MaeHyun

major sibling energy

but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu

there are a lot of people asking them “are you sure you’re not related?” during interviews and fansigns

Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here

Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyun’s Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together

She likes to poke his dimple

There’s this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyun’s smile gets bigger

joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3

when jaehyun was inkigayo’s mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes

you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies

Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun

She has a bear named after him uwu

MaeWoo

Loves the energy he gives and thinks he’s so funny

He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up

they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed

now it’s just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get

nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing

Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often

Another one of Mae’s cuddle buddies

She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever he’s nearby

Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together

idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating

he’s more like

“you dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what they’re missing”

or on the other side of the spectrum

“good luck to your future boyfriend he’ll need it if he’s gonna date you”

2Ma/MaeKyung

Older brother that doesn’t feel like an older brother

Majority of the time he kinda just feels like they’re the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out she’s younger

Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he won’t say it

they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didn’t let them leave until they talked to each other

it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what mark’s life in Vancouver was like

speaking of Vancouver

one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him

he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3

When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good

They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D

mae’s reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him

Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance

It’s just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them

Maechan

You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings

You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life

they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao

Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser

Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit

The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT

he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still can’t look haechan in the eye

he’s only a few months older than her but he uses the “i’m older!” card whenever he can

“i’m older therefore i get to go first” “excuse me sir but you’re only three months older than me” “but im still older”

they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want

Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over

they do team up a lot so they’re a menace when they do something together

especially in games

their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started

50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams

the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win

Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips

#24th member of nct #nct 24th member #nct female oc #nct female addition #nct au #kpop female addition #nct addition #nct dream female addition #nct dream female member #nct 127 female addition #nct 127 female member

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mamma mia! - part six

masterlist // previous // next

mia tate i did a thing

mia tate it might be a bad thing but considering abby isn't around to help with my impulse control i just did it.

daniel ricciardo oh god what did you do?

mia tate so i was walking around monaco as one does when they're new to a city and well i may have ended up at an animal shelter...

charles leclerc DID WE GET A PET?? max verstappen please tell me you didn't get us another pet. we have two cats! mia tate well, i didn't get another cat...

max verstappen you got a dog didn't you??

mia tate in my defense, the lady at the shelter said someone had dropped off puppies weeks ago because their dog had too many and they couldn't keep them and he was just too cute to say no to

daniel ricciardo sounds familiar mia tate oh shut it ricciardo!

mia tate he sort of reminded me of charles because he just wouldn't stop whining until i picked him up, except with charles it's until someone cuddles him. i named him clover, almost called him mimosa. i miss drinking those.

daniel ricciardo he's cute.

charles leclerc i don't whine for cuddles

mia tate "mia! come cuddle me! i'm so alone!" max verstappen "winner cuddles the losers max! that's just how it goes!" daniel ricciardo "is no one going to cuddle me? i'm cold! and so alone!"

charles leclerc a moment of weakness is all.

mia tate sure buddy. charles leclerc we made out three days ago, do not call me buddy. mia tate there he goes, whining again charles leclerc I DON'T WHINE!

max verstappen forget the whiner for a second, are you coming to abu dhabi?

mia tate duh? abby too.

mia tate my dad and marc are going to, if that's okay?

daniel ricciardo ooh, another meeting of the in-laws, hopefully this one goes better

max verstappen once again, sorry about him. and why wouldn't it be okay? it's your dad and brother mia.

mia tate i just don't want to make any of you uncomfortable with my dad.

charles leclerc i do still owe your brother a meeting with seb. and as long he's not like, you know, everything should be fine. by the way, you're going to be in the ferrari garage, right?

max verstappen hell no, only one of us a championship contender, she should be in the red bull garage.

daniel ricciardo i feel like this is going to be a common argument around here.

miatate posted new stories

i have the impulse control of a child, meet clover! booger arrived last night and demanded i take him out to breakfast. remind me again, who's the one carrying a baby? turns out both tate sisters have the impulse control of a child, this is daisy mae for anyone wondering what arguments with these three are like, charles obviously lost this time around

miatate congrats world champion. it's been a pleasure joining you on this journey. here's to many more.

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marc_tate WOOO! LET'S GO MAX!!

maxverstappen33 why'd you have yo use that picture?

→ miatate i think you look very cute.

charles_leclerc this man always has to wear a red bull cap.

→ maxverstappen33 and you have to always wear questionable pants

→ charles_leclerc YOU SAID MY PANTS LOOKED GOOD!

→ maxverstappen33 well, i lied.

danielricciardo wow what a cutie.

→ maxverstappen33 thank you

→ danielricciardo i'm talking about mia. not you.

→ maxverstappen33 YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HER FACE??

→ danielricciardo and yet i know she looks better than you.

abbytate YEAH MAXIMILIAN!!!

robert_tate congratulations max

→ maxverstappen33 thank you robert

max verstappen are you sure? we can always stay in and watch a movie or something?

mia tate max, i'll be fine. it's not everyday you become a world champion for the first time.

max verstappen i don't like this

daniel ricciardo i thought charles was the whiner?? charles leclerc I'M NOT A WHINER!!

mia tate max, i'll be fine, besides, abby's staying with me. go. take my brother with you.

max verstappen but i don't want to?

charles leclerc max, she's 5 months pregnant. i doubt she'll be comfortable on a boat with loud music or in a club.

max verstappen but how are we supposed to go out partying if she's going to stay alone?

daniel ricciardo she's got abby. she won't be alone.

mia tate max, go out. party a bit. i'll be fine.

max verstappen this doesn't mean i'll be having fun.

mia tate of course

daniel ricciardo he's going to end up more wasted than charles and i combined.

charles leclerc of course he is, he's partying with checo.

3 hours later

max verstappen MIA!

mia tate yes max?

max verstappen I LOVE YOU!

max verstappen ❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

daniel ricciardo HEY NO FAIR! I WANTED TO SAY IT FIRST!

charles leclerc IT'S NOT FAIR! WE AGREED ME FIRST!

max verstappen I AM WORLD CHAMPION I GET TO SAY IT FIRST.

mia tate i don't know what you three idiots said to her but she's crying - abby

charles leclerc NO! SEE MAX! THIS IS WHY IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME FIRST!!

daniel ricciardo I'M ON MY MIA!

charles leclerc NOT IF I GET THERE FIRST!

max verstappen I AM WORLD CHAMPION! I SHOULD BE THERE FIRST! LOSERS!

charles leclerc I'M TELLING MIA YOU'RE BEING MEAN TO ME!

abigail tate posted new stories

clover's whining like her father charles. but we still love clover, charles is on a thin line. while the boys are away, the girls watch little women not pictured is a pouting max verstappen saying, "i'm world champion, where are my cuddles?"

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm coping. not well. but i'm coping. anytime i see a sad charlos edit or a sad lewis edit i burst into tears and the season hasn't even started! it'll be worse when the season ends.

#leclerc-s #f1 fic #f1 instagram au #formula 1 fic #f1 smau #f1 social media au #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #fanfic #fanfiction #daniel ricciardo x female oc #max verstappen x female oc #charles leclerc x female oc #f1 x mamma mia crossover

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Dance Darling 2 | N.H

Paring: Nicky Harper X Fem!Reader

Summary: Nicky Harper is intrigued by the new transfer student at his high school.

It had been months since Nicky made his move to dance with her in the public library. After they had danced, she told him everything. It felt good to get everything off her chest.

They sat on the couches of the library while she explained her entire life story to him. Tears were shed, laughter was heard, and smiles were exchanged. Her home life got no better.

Y/n’s home life was still a living horror movie, but at least this time, she had a friend to stand by her side. Admittedly, she didn’t feel comfortable around his other siblings, which they didn’t find as a problem but more so as a mission.

Dicky was always extra sweet to her– maybe even sweeter than Nicky would’ve liked. Nevertheless, Dicky made sure to keep away from flirting but instead actually take the time to sit down and learn things about her. Occasionally, if Dicky was lucky, she’d play video games with him.

Ricky was possibly just as innovative as her. So the two of them would banter back and forth about certain subjects– mostly science. The two excelled in science and loved talking about it. Y/n had a very great specialty in medical science which Nicky assumed was from taking care of herself, but nevertheless, she loved that field of science.

Dawn was different. To be fair, Dawn was too energetic for Y/n. But she did make an effort. Dawn and Mae would be going to the movies, but they’d always invite Y/n if she wanted to come, but she’d decline. Public spaces– aside from the library made Y/n uneasy.

Her boyfriend, Nicky Harper, made the most significant impact. That would seem almost apparent due to his title, but sometimes that assumption isn’t always valid. Nicky brought out a side of her she never knew she had.

A week after dating him, she learned her passion for baking, much like his passion for cooking. Her baking was perfect. It seemed as if it was second nature for her. However, that wasn’t her pastime. She took every bit of extra time and read books in the library or a nook.

It was raining outside. Nothing major, just the occasional sounds of rain slashing against the window or patter from the liquid hitting the roof. She sat on a windowsill, reading a new book.

Nicky had slid in front of her with his back against the window as she faced the wall in front of her. Her legs rested on top of his lap, and his hand would gently move up and down.

“ How are you feeling? “ The question made her heart swell every time; he cared, “ Relaxed, you? “ Y/n responded.

He smiled at her response, “ I feel happy and content. “

“ Good. “ She replied nodded her head slightly, returning to her book.

It was silent for a couple of moments before Nicky gently pulled the book from her grasp and broke the peaceful atmosphere, “ I saw some guys eyeing you yesterday at school. “

“ Mhm. “ She hummed, “ What about it? “

“ Do you take pride in boys eyeing you? “ The question was meant as a tease, “ No...? “ She spoke; however, it seemed almost like query.

“ Am I not enough for you? “ Nicky teased with a stupid smile, “ Shut up. “ Y/n retorted playfully.

He chuckled, “ Nevertheless, do they make you feel uncomfortable? “ Nicky asked, and she shrugged, “ I mean, I try not to pay attention to those who stare. “

“ People try to become my friends, but I don’t need friends. Having friends just means more of a chance of getting hurt, and honestly, I don’t think I can endure much more. So, I just try to stand near you and your siblings. As much as they make me uneasy sometimes, I know they’ll protect me or save me if need be. “ She explained, “ I mean, some weirdo was hitting on me in the halls near my locker, and Ricky came up, put his arm around my shoulders, then preceded to inform the guy who was hitting on me that we needed to study. “

Nicky’s face was full of confusion, “ Ricky protected you? “

“ Yeah. I was confused at first until I realized what he did because Ricky and I never planned on studying that day. “ Y/n informed, “ Well, I’m glad he could be there in my absence. I never even knew his happened. I wish you would’ve told me. “ Nicky replied.

She sighed, “ I didn’t wanna make a fuss about it. It was insignificant. “

“ Insignificant? Sweetheart, nothing about that is insignificant. If someone is making advances on my girl, I’d like to be informed. Cause just like I said, you’re my girl and mine to protect, mine to keep safe. “ Nicky elaborated.

As the words ‘my girl’ fell from his mouth, her heart fluttered. She wasn’t helpless, useless, or a mistake anymore. Those words would never fall from his mouth. She wasn’t the lies her parents told her. No, she was Nicky Harper’s girl. His girlfriend, his love, his partner in crime, and his other half.

Upon habit, she began rubbing her palms on her pants until two hands stopped hers, “ If you keep rubbing your palms against your pants, you’ll hurt yourself. “ He smirked, “ Yeah. Um, sorry. “ She apologized.

“ No need to apologize, love. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. “ Nicky’s words were sweet, “ If you need to fidget with something, then just tell me. “

Then a pencil was held before her; she grabbed it gratefully and began to twist the top of it, hearing the clicking noise it made, “ I always carry a pencil with me just in case. “

“ You- You do? “ She stammered in embarrassment, “ Of course I do. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’d much rather carry a pencil with me at all time for you to fidget with rather than you rubbing your palms on your pants. “ He responded and tucked a piece of hair away from her face.

She gave an embarrassed smile, and he gently kissed her forehead, “ You mean the entire world to me. You may have scars, we all do, but you, my love, are remarkable. You’re so strong, and I admire you. “ His words almost felt like refined sugar, and her face lit aflame.

Years later, she wore a white dress. No father to take her down the aisle, just Nicky’s father, who would soon become her father-in-law. After years of abuse from home, she finally escaped at the age of eighteen and became a journalist.

She loved writing almost as much as she loved her soon-to-be husband. Y/n was handed off to Nicky, none of her family present. Just some friends and Nicky’s family.

He’d be lying if it didn’t make his heart sink that she didn’t want any of her family present for this memorable event. It broke his heart into pieces that she had been treated so horribly that she couldn’t make an exception.

However, when it was time for the groom and bride to dance, he held out his hand, “ Dance with me, darling. “

#nicky harper #nicky harper x reader #nicky harper x y/n #nicky harper x you #Nicky Ricky Dicky & Dawn #nickalodeon #aidan gallagher imagine #aidan gallagher x y/n #aidan gallagher x reader #aidan gallagher x you #aidan gallagher

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There’s No Business Like Show Business: Chapter 2

The next day.

After finishing his work at the mansion, Bond headed to Whitechapel’s Leman Street, where Maya and her company normally held their rehearsals. [1]

Walking down the noisy street was not just Bond, but also three other employees of the Moriarty household. One of them was Fred Porlock.

“It would’ve been fine if only you came along, Fred…… But thanks for joining us anyway, you two.”

Bond directed that to Jack Renfield and Sebastian Moran, who were walking a little behind him.

As Fred was a master of disguise, Bond had asked him to contribute his opinion on the performance too when Jack and Moran decided to tag along. Now the four of them were on their way to the rehearsal — with Louis’ permission of course.

Jack roared with laughter.

“No, you don’t have to thank me. I’ve watched my fair share of theatre, so I thought I could help them out, even if it’s from an amateur’s perspective,” said the old butler, nodding as he reminisced about those good old days.

“You’re probably just after the young girls from the theatre company, aren’t you old man?” Moran said, half in disgust. “Bond said this Maya chairwoman is a dashing lady in her own right, so I came along to feast my eyes on—— Ow, that hurt!”

Jack had clapped Moran on the head, as a warning to not shoot his mouth off.

“The only one here chasing women is you. Really, you didn’t even finish your chores properly before coming here.”

“I did my part just fine. For once, I’m not skipping out on work.”

“Rubbish — I did a check before we left and found some cigarette butts in the hallway. Don’t you dare annoy Louis any further.”

“……W-Well, the more the merrier, right?”

“…………”

Listening to their usual argument at the back of the group, Bond smiled wryly, while Fred was silent.

Finally, they had reached their destination. Waiting in front of the theatre was Maya, and her little sister Mae.

“Mister Bond!”

“Hey, haven’t seen you since yesterday.”

Mae waved her arms up and down in excitement, while Bond greeted them with a smile.

“S—sorry. Normally, she would play with the other children near our place, but today she insisted on coming with me…… By the way, um, who might these, d—dignified gentlemen be?”

“Ah, they work at the same household as me. The short one here is Fred. The somewhat scary-looking one is Moran. And this dandy old gentleman is Mr Jack. If you’re alright with it, I thought you could use their input as well.”

As Bond introduced them, the three men also greeted their host. But Maya seemed a little perplexed.

“……Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come here in a big group,” Bond admitted, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“No, no.” Maya hurriedly waved her hands. “I—I’m really grateful to be able to, hear valuable feedback from, so many people. For now, let’s not stand here to talk, please come in……”

Maya guided them into the theatre, stooped in a self-abasing posture. Her faltering voice was much as the same as from their previous encounter, but today, nerves seemed to have crept in as well.

“She has a sort of shadow about her, but that has its own charm. Like the transient beauty of a young widow, don’t you think?”

“She’s pretty, for sure, but not really my type. More like the kind of woman who complicates things when you break up with her.”

“Um, sorry you two, but if you could just keep your voices down,” chided Bond, as Jack and Moran whispered about the chairwoman behind her back.

Right after the entrance was a cramped space. The box seats above them looked hastily constructed; in truth, the interior decorations made it seem more appropriate to call this place a playhouse, rather than a proper theatre.

But their guide had only praise. “The manager here is, a really nice person; whenever we say we want to practise, he’s always happy to lend it to us. There are performances held at night, so we can only use it during the day.”

“He trusts you, doesn’t he.”

Hearing her speak with such sincere gratitude, Bond was quietly impressed by her character. Perhaps her dark aura easily invited misunderstanding, but she was definitely genuine at heart.

“Speaking of which, Miss Maya, you said that you’re the director for this performance, but surely someone else is responsible for the sets and the arrangements at the other theatre during this time?”

“Another member is in charge of the sets, but the negotiations and the like, w—were handled by me. Even so, the manager of the larger theatre — a nobleman — had actually approached us to be the opening act for another company, and I just accepted his invitation.”

“Still, isn’t it great to be invited to perform on a bigger stage, even if it’s just as an opening act?”

“Yes; for people like us — a theatre company from the slums, we don’t have many chances to show the world what we can do, so everyone’s doing their very best.”

Saying that, Maya secretly clenched her fists. Surely the one working the hardest was none other than Maya herself.

There was no audience in the stalls, and on the stage were a number of men and women — likely the company members themselves — doing light warm-ups and vocal exercises. A few of the children he’d met yesterday were also frolicking about on stage.

One exceptionally tall man on the stage had noticed Bond and the others enter the hall, and spoke up.

“Oh, is that the rumoured theatre master?”

Moran whistled at this unusually grand title.

“Theatre master, eh. A fitting name considering your experience, Bond.”

“Fufu, I’m honoured.”

Bond accepted it with his innate courage and composure. Then, he went onto the stage with Maya, while the other three sat in the stalls at the far end, so as to not stand out and interfere with the rehearsal.

The company members each stopped what they were doing and lined up in wait.

“Everyone, this is Mr Bond, who will be watching our performance today,” introduced Maya.

Right then and there, her voice had become clearer and stronger. A little taken aback by the sudden change in her attitude, Bond took a quick look around the room.

“Hello to you all. I’m looking forward to what you have for me today,” he said solemnly, as he bowed.

“We’ll do our best!” The company members bowed their heads in unison.

From their greeting, Bond could feel the the quality of their bearing, and the strength of their cohesion. Not only that, the tension he himself once felt when he stood on stage came rushing back in waves.

He switched his frame of mind from that of a special agent, to that of an actor, and looked over Maya and her company with an earnest gaze.

“Well then, without further ado, please show me what you’ve got.”

“Yes!”

Even though his instructions had been given with no introductory remarks, they asked no unnecessary questions, and jumped straight into preparation. Even though they had only put up plays in cheap theatres, Maya’s company already displayed the high level of professionalism they had developed.

“Miss Maya, what’s the programme for today?” Bond asked, as he moved to the row of seats right in front of the stage.

Maya was also directing Mae and the other children to sit down. “We’re starting with ‘The Red Shoes’, followed by ‘The Little Mermaid’, and lastly, ‘The Little Match Girl’.”

“Hmm, fairytales, I see.”

The unexpected subject matter piqued his interest.

In a time when Shakespeare was all the rage, to perform children’s literature in a proper theatre, and a serious scripted play at that — now this was a bold move.

But as someone who liked to do things unconventionally, that was precisely why their play intrigued Bond. Yesterday’s playful rendition of “The Little Match Girl” was probably inspired by it as well.

Then, the tall man who noticed Bond earlier spoke up.

“Ain’t it interesting? Maya always makes sure to write plays that even us poor dumb folk understand. Today’s script is also entirely her work,” he said cheerfully.

“Weren’t you in charge of creating the play too? You should be able to write at least one decent line of dialogue.”

At the man’s self-satisfied tone, a woman beside him sighed. But he ignored her pointed comment and carried on.

“There were a bunch of people who’d always thought ‘Hamlet’ and ‘Macbeth’ and the like were plain boring; but after Maya broke them down into something easier to follow, they’ve gotten hooked onto Shakespeare.”

“Being able to interpret works in a way that everyone can understand…… A wonderful talent indeed.”

But if you were to put on a proper production of Shakespeare in an unregulated theatre like this, you would be caught by the censors. To avoid that, incorporating music and the like into their productions was a brilliant adaptation on their part.

Bond had said that last part out loud, and the man thanked him for his words of praise. The members of the company had shown their admiration for Maya, but the woman herself took in a deep breath, as if to hide her embarrassment.

In other words, in order to put on a play that everyone could follow, the answer she'd arrived at was “fairytales”. Although it may be the best choice given the short length of the opening act……

“I’m sitting next to Mister Bond!”

“Hey, no fair!”

Bond had been absorbed in thought about the contents of the play. Nearby, the children were scrambling for the best spots. Having won the seat to the left of Bond, Mae asked him a question.

“Mister Bond, do you like ‘fairy tales’?”

That pulled him out of his thought process for a moment, and Mae smiled.

“Yeah. I read them when I was a child.”

“I like them too, because Maya and the rest always read them in a fun way—”

“Me too!” The other children raised their hands and shouted. Reading stories aloud while acting out the roles was indeed a theatrical way of reading to children.

However, Mae immediately pouted in frustration.

“But I really hate that story.”

“……Why is that?”

“The little girl always looks so sad. I tried asking Maya to give it a happy ending, but she just said that we have to ‘respect the intent of the story’ and didn’t listen.”

Her words helped Bond discern the true nature of the incongruity he'd felt.

As Mae had said, all three stories had their protagonists fall into unfortunate circumstances and perish. It was true that many fairytales were cruel, but there were others with happy endings too. Was there some hidden intent behind these choices?

As Bond pondered the new question that surfaced in his mind, Mae leaned in towards him.

“Mister Bond, do you also think it’s important, what Maya said? No matter how sad a story is, can’t we make it happy on our own?”

She asked that question with clear eyes. Bond thought for a few seconds, before responding.

“It’s true that it’s important to understand the intention of the original story. If you change its contents haphazardly, the fans of the story would be upset. I think your sister is the type who would take that very seriously.”

Mae glanced down in disappointment at his level-headed answer, but Bond continued.

“However, if we were all afraid of criticism, then nothing new would ever be made. If you have something you really want to tell others, then I think it’s possible to add a new interpretation to a story. After all, one form of respect is to show the world how you would’ve done it.”

“……Oh I see!”

Mae brightened up, and Bond smiled. Her question was one that had always, and would continue to vex all interpreters of stories. But at the very least, he didn’t want to make a decision on which way was right.

Just as their conversation had come to an end, it seemed the preparations for the performance were now complete.

“Without further ado, let us begin.”

Standing on a platform, Maya gave a bow, and with that the curtain rose.

Footnotes:

[1] Leman Street is a little to the north-east of the Tower of London and St. Katharine Docks, and within walking distance of both.

T/N: Is this chapter some meta-level commentary on the series itself?! omg

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #english translation #forbidden games

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writingwithacupoftea · 4 years

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Just need my big brother

Summary: After a busy day at work, Y/N Shelby realises that maybe she does still need her big brother after all.

Word Count: 1562

A/N: This is the first piece of writing that I’ve ever shared online! Hope you enjoy it!

It had been a long day, and Y/N Shelby was exhausted.

Y/N was one of the few of the Shelby clan who had succeeded in gaining an education. Although the war had made it difficult, Y/N had brought it upon herself to push on at double speed to teach herself reading, writing and arithmetic. Not only did she want to help out at the betting shop, she also wanted to make her brothers proud when they returned (when they return, she often had to remind herself), especially Tommy.

Polly often commented on the similarities between Y/N and Tommy, and it was obvious to anyone that saw them together that they were each other's favourite sibling. By the age of 18, Polly had been proven right (as usual) - not only did Y/N possess her beloved elder brother's way with words, but she was also had his confidence and intelligence. One thing that the women were sure on, however, was that Tommy's mathematical abilities came nowhere near to Y/N's. She was a miracle worker when it came to numbers and could understand the figures like no one else in the company.

When the boys returned a year later, expecting to see their little sister waiting excitedly at the train station for them with plaits in her hair, exactly the same as when they left her, they were astonished to learn that she was out on business.

In fact, the first that they saw of her after four long years was her yelling at a group of blinders in Tommy's old office at the shop, who were staring at the floor and shuffling their feet in embarrassment. Y/N Shelby was quite a different person to the one that the brothers had left behind, but she suited it well, they thought. However, her overjoyed reaction upon seeing her brothers proved that maybe there was a portion of the old Y/N left.

And that point was going to be proven to Tommy once again tonight.

Tommy had always been especially protective over Y/N, and after overcoming his shock at seeing her reformed character had been furious that she had become so involved with both sides of the business: even though he barely showed it, he was terrified that something would happen to his baby sister, and Y/N knew that. His overprotectiveness could be annoying, but she always knew that it came from a place of love. Anyway, she always got her way with him in the end. And so, after many arguments and family meetings, it was agreed that she could continue her work within the business. Tommy couldn't deny that she was talented at what she did, and was beyond proud of his little sister (but of course the great Thomas Shelby struggled to say it in so many words).

Now, several months later, Y/N stumbled into the Shelby residence, exhausted. She loved her work and pored all of her energy into it, but today had got to her. Pushing on, however, she set out to find Tommy. Y/N had just finished in a meeting, and knew that Tommy liked to know the details as soon as possible, despite her desire to collapse on her bed with a glass of gin.

To her complete and utter shock, Tommy was not in his office, as she would honestly usually expect him to be at ten o'clock at night. Nor was he in the kitchen, and she knew that he wasn't at the Garrison as she'd popped in there before heading back.

Surely Thomas Shelby wasn't having an early night?

Slowly, Y/N made her way up the stairs and towards her elder brother's bedroom, where a light was shining through under the door frame. She knocked gently and after hearing him say "Come in," she pushed the door open.

Y/N was greeted with a sight that she hadn't born witness to in a long time: Tommy laid on his bed and smoking a cigarette, with his hair messy and simply wearing his undershirt and trousers, suspenders hanging loosely by his side. His eyes softened as he saw his sister, and for once Y/N only saw her brother. Not Thomas Shelby, her boss, just her big brother who she adored.

"Hello, sweetheart," Tommy said. "I was wondering when you would get back, I was starting to worry." He raised his eyebrows, silently posing a question which she understood perfectly. Over the years the pair had mastered the art of communicating without words.

"Well you don't look like you were," Y/N replied with a mischievous tone in her voice, smirking slightly, causing Tommy to send her 'a look'. "I'm fine, Tommy. Mr Addison just didn't want to end his meeting with me, I was starting to think I was destined to never leave that office" she continued with a sigh, making her way over to him. Her last sentence caused Tommy to tense, and he sat up straighter.

"Why, what happened?" A million different nightmarish possibilities began plaguing his thoughts, and he started to assess his little sister to see if there was even a single hair out of place. Tommy was still firmly against Y/N attending meetings with potential clients and partners alone, however today had left him with no choice but to let her do so. Whilst he had been busy himself, he had frequently found his thoughts straying to his sister.

Y/N put her coat on the back of Tommy's chair and placed her bag next to it. "Nothing like what's running through your head at the moment, Tommy, I promise. Just a few comments and looks, nothing I can't handle." Tommy wore a disapproving look, but this shifted to one of concern when he saw the dark circles under his sister's eyes. She sat on the edge of his bed and laid her head on his knees (it was an uncomfortable position for her, but Y/N was honestly too tired to care). "Do you mind if we go over the meeting in the morning? I made some notes, I'm just exhausted now."

"Of course, darling." It was spoken with such softness that Y/N turned her head to look at her brother, who had a gentle smile on his face. He knew how hard his sister worked, and if he could he'd try and get her to slow down, but after several failed attempts to do so in the past Tommy realised that there was no point in wasting his breath.

But when he saw the glimmer of tears in Y/N's eyes, he knew that she'd probably pushed herself a bit too far this time. In a rare display of vulnerability, Y/N whispered: "Right now, I just need my big brother," and Tommy's heart melted as she rested her head once again on his legs.

"Come here," Tommy said, stubbing out his cigarette and opening his arms up. Without a moment's hesitation, Y/N clambered up onto the bed next to him and instantly relaxed into her brother's embrace.

The position wasn't exactly unfamiliar – before the war, Y/N had always come running to the middle brother when she had a nightmare, or couldn't get to sleep, or when she missed him and just wanted to say hello, the list of reasons was endless. She had relied on him so much, and Tommy had never been able to complain, not when his friends would make fun of him for it or if she interrupted his time with Greta. Y/N Mae Shelby was the complete and utter light of his life, and she still was. Since the war, however, Y/N had become far more independent. Not that that was a bad thing, Tommy thought, but he can't help but admit that he sometimes misses her simply being his little sister. She'd grown up too fast for his liking. But then again, she was a young woman now and not a child.

So Tommy cherished moments like these, his little angel curled up safely in his arms, just like the old days.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed his hand up and down her arm comfortingly, and in return she just squeezed him tighter and snuggled even more into his side.

"I know you don't exactly need me anymore, but I'll always make room for you, sweet girl," Tommy mumbled into Y/N's hair. "And I'm proud of you. So fucking proud. You don't need to prove anything to me or push yourself this hard to show your worth. Don't think I could run this business without you now." The siblings chuckled, though Y/N's was a watery one. “Just try and look after yourself a bit more, eh?” As he felt her nod her head, a sense of relief washed over him. He would always still keep an eye on her, it was his job as an elder brother, but he was happy to have finally got through to her. Tommy placed another kiss on the top of his sister’s head.

"Love you, Tom." Y/N had said it so quietly that Tommy could’ve easily missed it. But he never missed a thing when it came to his beloved sister, and his heart swelled at her statement.

"Love you more, sweetheart."

As she sighed contentedly, Y/N realised that, no matter what, she would always need her favourite big brother. And nothing was going to change that any time soon.

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