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kumquatqueenb · 11 hours

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I have a fic idea,

what if instead of in season 5 when Chimney was tortured and Hen had to watch; Buck was tortured and someone had to watch. all while the others are breaking down trying to find him. Buddie ofc could/would happen but what do you think?

Ok so first of all, let me just say, I immensely enjoyed the Hen&Chim arc in season 5. Anything featuring their bestie-ism and unwavering support of each other is something that I would sell my soul for.

Second of all, ok, I am running with you on this fic idea, potentially in a different direction than what you originally intended, but I am running ok?!

So to set the scene, we’ve got Buck who somehow got kidnapped, I haven’t figured out why or how yet, but it happened. The rest of the 118 finds out, don’t know how either, but they did, and now they are consequently freaking out. Bobby is stressed but trying to keep his cool so he can keep the rest of the team functional so they can do whatever is necessary to get Buck back. Hen and Chim have a full crime board set up trying to put the pieces together. Eddie is going back and forth between helping Hen and Chim with the crime board and just generally spiraling over potentially losing the love of his life.

Things are not pretty, but there is still hope! Something that Bobby has been fervently reminding them of.

“118! Heads held high, we are going to get through this! We will find him!” Bobby calls to his coworkers gathered around in Buck’s trashed loft.

“Yes Cap.” Hen and Chim parrot dutifully.

Eddie is staring somewhere middle distance and not at all paying attention.

“Hen, Chim, make sure Eddie is breathing please.” Bobby sighed, running a hand through his hair to try and deal with his restless energy, “And nobody start panicking, I’m going to call Athena and she’ll know what to do.”

“Did anyone turn on the TV?” Eddie asked, voice so blank that it tore Bobby’s attention from where he was scrolling through his phone to get to his wife’s contact.

Bobby turned and found that the TV was showing a staticky screen, which was weird because Bobby could’ve sworn it had been off when they’d entered the apartment.

“Uh, that was off before, right?” Chim asked, panic creeping into his voice as he glanced around the apartment nervously, “Eddie, Buck hasn’t mentioned his place being potentially haunted lately, right?”

“Obviously not. Ghosts aren’t real.” Eddie said, gaze still fixed unwaveringly on the TV.

“Look, it’s fine. It’s just some static.” Bobby said in his calmest voice, “I’m sure we just… missed it, when we came in.”

“Right. A group of first responders who are all trained to take in an entire scene in seconds all just… missed it.” Hen said, eyebrows raised to show her skepticism.

She was right, of course she was, Hen was rarely ever wrong, but for the sake of keeping everyone calm and rational he really didn’t need her poking holes in his explanations. In fairness though, Hen being overly critical and suspicious was her own way of panicking in these types of situations. Sometimes he just forgot that because she rarely ever panicked.

“Either way, it’s fine.” He said, taking a deep breath as he turned his back on the TV to face them, “It’s just some static, it isn’t going to hurt us.”

It was right as he finished his sentence that they all gasped and rushed past him to huddle around the TV screen. He whipped around to see what had startled them so much and found that the static had been replaced. Now, displayed across Buck’s flat screen was Buck himself.

He was tied to a chair that was bolted down to the floor and he was gagged with what looked like some cloth and duct tape. He had also clearly been beaten and there was blood and bruises all over him.

“Jesus, kid.” Bobby muttered as he darted forward to get closer to the screen like the others. “What did they do to you?”

“I’m going to rip whoever did this to shreds.” Eddie muttered darkly, and the others just nodded along.

“Bobby, it’s time to call Athena.” Hen said, not daring to take her eyes off the screen, “Buck doesn’t look great, we need to get him to a hospital.”

Bobby didn’t bother arguing with her, instead unlocking his phone which was still in his hand and tapping the call button on Athena’s contact. The phone rang once in his ear before Bobby was hearing Athena’s ringtone.

That made no sense though, because Athena wasn’t here so why would her phone be?

Hen straightened, shooting Bobby a puzzled look having also recognized the ringtone as her friend’s. “Bobby, what-”

Hen cut herself off as there was a sudden movement on the screen. There was a gloved finger being ticked back and forth in front of the camera in a ‘no no no’ motion. Then the camera was swinging sickeningly fast and the screen showed a new person sitting in an identical chair tied up and gagged.

It was Athena. She looked decidedly better than Buck did with no visible injuries and enough wherewithal to glare at the camera with enough fire to melt the world. The gloved hand came back into view, holding Athena’s phone this time with the screen lit up showing an incoming call from Bobby. The hand waited a minute, probably to give them enough time to see what he was holding before it pulled away and then the phone was smashing against the wall by Athena’s head.

To her credit, she didn’t even flinch, her fiery gaze unwavering on whoever was behind the camera. Then suddenly the image froze and then the screen turned black once more.

It was dead silent in Buck’s apartment before Chimney asked, “Uh, Bobby? Is it time to panic now?”

“Yes.” Bobby breathed out before he could think better of it, panic clawing its way up his own throat as his breaths turned shallow and ragged.

He couldn’t do this, not again. He couldn’t lose his wife and his kid again, he wouldn’t survive it this time.

“Ok, woah! No one panic!” Hen called, snapping her fingers in front of all their faces as forcefully as she could.

“Bobby, calling your wife obviously isn’t going to work.” Hen pointed out, “So now it’s time to call mine.”

Cue Karen coming in and kicking ass with her investigative skills and her ability to create investigative computer programs. Then we get Bobby&Eddie double teaming saving the people they love while Hen&Chim provide back up. Maddie comes in about halfway through when Chim panics and tells her what’s going on and she gets dispatch to help Karen&Co with her investigation. Buck is super injured by the time they got to him, Athena is ok but incredibly pissed because she wasn’t rly the target. The kidnapper knew the 118 and knew that Athena would be able to find them cause she’s awesome so they just kidnapped her too as a precaution. Unfortunately they underestimated the rest of the 118. But anyway, happy tearful reunions for all and plenty of buddie, Bathena, Henren, and even a bit of Madney content.

Anyway, tysm for this ask, this was fun to write :)

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sonicchaoscontrol · 1 year

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itryhardtomakethishouseahome · 3 months

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Jjk love languages

~Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Maki, Megumi, Choso

pt 2(toji & sukuna)

a/n: sorry if this sucks, I wrote in in two hours(i just realized i left out toji but lmk if you want me to write one for him too). also, please reblog if you can, I'd really appreciate it!!!

Gojo~

Annoying the absolute fuck out of you(obviously)

You could be lying down reading a book or watching a show/movie and this man will sneak up behind you and try to jump scare you or use his infinity to prank you. When he’s laying on you and you haven't said anything for a while he’ll look up at you and start poking your cheeks or biting you.

On days where his behavior doesn’t resemble a child fueled by 6 bottles of coke, 3 monsters, 8 red bulls, and 10 tons of sugar, he’s extremely gentle and soft with you. Satoru will cling to you and kiss your cheeks, neck, forehead, or hands or caress your face while staring deeply into your eyes telling you that he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

Maki~

Encouragement

Sparring with Maki was never easy and 100% of the time you end up getting knocked on your ass which is a little sad considering she always takes it easy on you. She has a habit of letting everyone know how much they suck and rarely ever encourages those that train with her but with you she’ll help you up and tell her that you almost had her and to not give up with a half soft half cocky smirk.

Because of where and how she grew up, she’s not the best with emotions but if you’re sad/stressed she’ll rub your back and tell you everything's gonna be okay or let you fall asleep in her arms if you’re at home.

Geto~

Princess treatment

If you need something but you're sitting with your legs over Suguru’s lap or laying on him and don’t feel like getting up he’ll sigh and immediately get up and get it for you.

When you’re out shopping with him, Suguru always pays for everything even when you try to fight him over it. He’ll always buy you food or offer to share his with you even though he ends up fighting the reflex to swat your hand away when he sees you reaching for some out of his peripheral due to Gojo trying to steal some all the time.

When you’re too tired to get ready or you’re sick he’ll bathe and clothe you then brush your hair while telling you how beautiful you are and that he’ll always take care of you.

Megumi~

Honestly all i can say is “idk i just work here🤷‍♀️”

In the beginning of your relationship Megumi was awkward. He was a mix between vibing in silence with you and trying to figure out what to say and do. You knew he was never good with his emotions and that was completely fine because he had other ways of showing what he was feeling or thinking. When he missed you he’d text or call to “check on you” but really it was to hear your voice. When he randomly felt like saying ‘I love you’ he would rest his head on your shoulder or lap or play with your hair.

When you’re sick or stressed but have stuff to do he’ll get sassy with you and demand that you stay in bed and that he’ll take care of both everything you need done and you.

Nanami~

Acts of service and princess treatment

Kento’s acts of love and affection range from small forehead kisses every time he walks by you or leaves the house to you coming home to find a trail of rose petals leading to the bathroom while he’s leaning over the tub, pouring in bath salts and essential oils. He’s always doing something for you like cooking dinner in a pink heart shaped apron and massaging your feet even when he’s the one that had a long day.

You getting sick is a whole different story. Kento goes from calm mama Nanami mode to uncharacteristically panicked mama Nanami mode. He makes you soup, runs bathes for you, checks your temperature on the hour, and forces you to stay in bed but the second he hears you having a coughing fit his composure goes out the window and he’s by your side in a millisecond rubbing your back and asking if you need to go to the hospital in a panicked tone.

Choso~

Another “idk I just work here🤷‍♀️” moment

Choso is not only new to society and normal people but also to relationships. He has absolutely no idea what to say and when to say it, but he notices that when he acts on his urges that you seem to like it. Sometimes he wants to blurt out how much he loves you, but he feels like it’d be weird so he’ll either hold your hand and stare at you or pick you up, take you to bed, and cuddle.

Choso noticed that you love playing with his hair so when he feels as though you’re not giving him enough attention, he’ll ask you to brush his hair or wash it for him.

When you get sick he breaks down and panics. He’ll call Itadori balling saying that he needs help, you’re dying, and he doesn’t know how to make you better. It happens every time you get sick; panic and call Itadori to come help while he cradles you in his arms, begging you not to die, with his tears dropping on your face while you try to calm him down.

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be-missed · 2 months

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can you do a valentines fic for tara x fem reader maybe it’s their first valentines together ?

Baby, no

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

(picture not mine)

Summary: Y/N brings Tara for a pottery making as their first date, but Tara creates questionable items.

Warning/s: curse words, notify me if there are any.

A/N: Second story for the Valentine's Request. I haven't experience making pottery, but I want to. Please, someone take me there /jk. Also a short one.

Masterlist

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"Wow, you're trying to bring out creativity in me on our first Valentine date, huh?" Tara said while she watch you fill out your names in the paper so you both can get started. Tara walks through the gallery in the lobby, where pottery that made in classes where displayed.

"Hey, uhm are you on a class for 10 am?" A guy asked from behind her and this made Tara jump in the sudden intrusion of her bubble and answered "Oh... uhm.." actually, Tara doesn’t know anything from the class since you are the one that booked it.

From the receptionist, you saw a man is dangerously close to Tara, and you saw Tara jumped a little with his sudden appearance and this made your blood boil, because obviously, he's trying to flirt with your girl. With that you walked towards them and you did catch the question of the man.

Before you speak, the man speak and said "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm James" the guy instantly offered his hand to your girlfriend, which obviously made your vision dark, so what you did was you entered the zone and picked up his hand.

"I'm Y/N, her girlfriend" You said with a smirk as you wrapped your other arm on Tara's waist, it made the other girl blush. Tara coughed to somehow ease the tension, she turned to you and said "He's just asking if we are on the 10 am class..."

You smirked and looked at the guy "Yes, my girlfriend and I are actually enrolled in the 10 am class" clearly making a point and emphasizing that Tara is yours. But the man seems to not know a damn thing about relationships.

He insisted his hands to Tara and said "That's nice, but I didn't get your name when I asked, pretty girl" and said it with the smirk. It made you chuckle and before Tara raises her hand, you gently get in front of her and told the guy "You don't need to get her name, because the next time you ask for it, the only thing you'll get is this hand of mine on your face."

Before the man gets to say a word, you gently pulled Tara into the locker room and while you open you assigned locker, Tara was leaning on your side watching how you almost throw your things in the locker and huffing.

"Are you jealous?" Tara said teasingly, and it made you look at her instantly and you answered "Of course, I am" and you locked the locker and put the bracelet key to your wrist. Tara smirked with your jealousy.

The both of you was now seated for the class when you saw the man from earlier entered the room. Tara saw you rolled your eyes, and she definitely knows the reason for it. But since it's a Valentine's date, she chose peace and decided to not poke on your jealousy.

What Tara did was she grabbed your hand that was hanging and put it on her lap, this action made you look at her with concern and you whispered, "Are you alright? Everything okay?" Tara smiled with your question and shaked her head no and said "Nothing, I'm okay, I just missed your touch." And she continued to look at the teacher in front while hiding a smirk because she knows how hard you are now trying to hide the blush on your face.

After long minutes of discussion, well according to Tara. It was now the time that the both of you would make a mug for each other, because that's what you signed up for the both of you. The teacher walks towards every table and putting a block of clay into your working station.

You can feel Tara's excitement when the teacher put the clay in front of her because she instantly slapped it. "Damn, that's fucking hard" she said as she rubs the palm that she used to slap it. "Baby, no. You're not supposed to slap it" you said, as you face palmed yourself but still laughed a little with your girlfriend's antics.

"What am I supposed to do then?" Tara asked you with a pout on her lip and you smiled and said "You didn't listen earlier?" And Tara shaked her head no, trying to look cute so you can let it pass.

"Okay, so first we need to knead the clay and wet it a little" You said as you start to knead the clay and sprayed some water to it. Tara then copied your movements and comments "Oh it's like when we're trying to bake a cake, we knead the dough" with a happy tone that makes you look at her questionly.

"Baby I don't think we kneaded the dough when we made cake. I think you meant when we made pizza." You said while you wipe your palm to your apron so that you can push the stray hair that's sticking to Tara's face.

Tara answered with a smile "Oh yeah, you're right it was pizza" while she punched her kneaded clay with both of her hands. You didn't question her method, but at least she's doing the steps.

You were checking on Tara from time to time, making sure she's following the right steps or maybe she's just following what you're doing and you still do ask her if she needs help and if she needs question. Twenty-five minutes later and you start to see a formation with the mug that you are making, literally forgetting that you need to check on your girl because you got too focused.

But at the moment you looked at Tara's work, it surprised you to the point that it made your mouth hang, your breath hitched, and you can't even form any words. Tara was smiling brightly admiring her work.

"Tara, what the fuck?" You said as you try to look around if everyone is observing the two of you, but thank heavens because everyone is focused on their work. "What? Isn't it nice? It's quite big, but I guess it's just right" Tara exclaimed, wiping the sweat on her forehead with her arm, with a big smile plastered on her face.

You fave palmed yourself internally, trying hard not to laugh, "Tara, no. We're supposed to be making a mug, not a fucking dildo!" You whispered yell to your girlfriend who is now laughing and is trying to keep her voice done.

Tears start to form in her eyes, as she sees the panic in your face as your face starts to become red when people started looking the both of you. But before you get everyone's attention, she then again punched the clay dildo down.

Tara wiped her hands on her apron so that she can hold your red face and chuckled "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm gonna make a mug now' and started to form a mug shape from the previous dildo shaped clay.

After a few hours of work, the both of you left the class as the workers still need to put your clay works in the kiln and they notified the both of you to go back and collect your mugs after two weeks, which the both of you agreed.

"Thank you for bringing me here, babe" Tara said while she leans her head on your shoulder inside the taxi, you smiled at her little and tired voice and kissed her temple, "Anything for my girl" and you can hear Tara sighs in satisfaction.

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A/N: Second fic done, the last one would be a Tara fic again. Hope you like this! Thoughts?

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #fanfic #fiction #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n

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honeylations · 1 month

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SEO DOAH x FEM!READER

Prompt: Doah studies as hard as she can all the time and luckily as her girlfriend, you’re there to help her take all that stress away

Warnings/Notes: eating 🐱, fingering, sub Doah, g!p reader, pretend the pyramid game itself does not exist so we can be peaceful

A/N: for our cutie patootie Doah and also for that anon that requested :3

It was around 7:45am when you walked into the classroom with your arms stretched out wide, seeing that the whole class was almost present.

But your eyes immediately moved to the front where your cute girlfriend was sitting, already going through one text book as her hand scribbled note after note.

Who would’ve thought you’d date such a cute quiet nerd? She was a big comparison to you. Obnoxiously loud, social, yet laid back with school work.

“Morning baby” you whispered in her ear and kissed her temple.

“Mhm. Good morning” she muttered in return.

Her eyes didn’t even leave the page.

“Wow. At this point, you love that text book more than me” you pouted, breaking Doah’s concentration.

She finally looked at you with her boba eyes, obviously trying to seem angry but anything she does just ended up being cute. “I’m studying”

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell” you joked while she scowled, pulling at your cheek.

“Sometimes I wonder how we ended up being together in the first place”

You winced from the pinch. “Ouch. I was literally asking myself that a few seconds ago. I guess it doesn’t matter, it makes our love story a bit cuter don’t you think?”

“You have a way with words, Choi Y/n” Doah smiled and looked down at her text book again.

You finally took the seat beside her and made a quick move to kiss her cheek before she could dodge it. “Mwuah”

“Stop it, I need to focus”

“Baby, you stress yourself too much! It’s time for a break... Are you even listening to me?”

Your girlfriend hummed.

“Doah baby, I’m serious. You need to remove all that stress before it eats you up” You scolded and the shorter girl removed her gaze from whatever paragraph she was on.

“And how can I magically remove all this stress, Y/n? Hm? Intrigue me”

Taking her words as a challenge, you slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer that her chair scraped the floor. Doah gasped and her hands immediately went onto your shoulders.

“W-What are you doing?”

“You really wanna know how I can remove that stress? It’s an easy math equation. My mouth plus your body equals no more stress! Tada!

“C-Choi Y/n! We’re in public!” She whisper yelled, looking around to check if any of her classmates had heard.

You gave her your famous charming eyes, the one that made her fall for you from the start. “Please, my love?”

Oh and your charming words too.

“Behave”

You only smirked and leaned your lips close to her ear. “Don’t you miss my tongue, baby? I promise I’ll let you study in peace after”

Doah let out a shaky sigh. “You really promise?”

“Certain”

And just like that, you two were hiding in the teacher’s lounge thanks to Doah’s privileges. All doors were locked and the curtains had all been shut for privacy.

Although you weren’t entirely against the idea of an audience, your girlfriend would definitely burn you alive if any exhibitionism happened.

Doah was in your lap, her glasses had been discarded somewhere and her uniform was unbuttoned. She was releasing adorable moans while you lapped at her neck, being yanked away by the hair just when you were about to bite.

“No marks, Choi”

You couldn’t utter a quick response when she crashed your lips together, her small tongue pushing its way inside. It was an invitation for you to suck at it, letting it explore more of her mouth that the mix of your salivas were dripping down your chins.

It was so hot.

You were already painfully rock hard, the bulge poking at your girlfriend’s clothed entrance.

The shorter girl pulled away, admiring the string of saliva that connected your tongues. She moved off your lap to lie down on the long couch, bringing you with her.

She took her underwear off but every other clothing stayed. “I’m not taking anything else off. You’ve got 10 minutes to make me cum and then we’re out of here”

“Baby. I only need 5 minutes” you let out an arrogant scoff, quickly kissing her lips before shuffling down to rest in between her spread legs.

You pushed her skirt up and felt your mouth water at the sight of her soaked pussy. Not planning on wasting any more time, you leaned your lips towards her clit and sucked on it gently.

Doah’s back automatically arched, her hands going into your hair. “A-Ah!”

You broke away from her clit to move even further down, sliding your long tongue inside her cunt, groaning from her taste.

Your girlfriend’s hips started to gyrate, relishing in the feeling of you eating her out so good.

“O-Oh yes Y/n. So good baby s-so good!”

“Fuck I missed this” you pulled your tongue out to mutter before diving straight back in, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend’s soft thighs to hold her down.

Doah was a moaning mess, one hand was still in your hair while the other had pushed her bra up to toy with her nipples.

“Don’t stop please, baby”

You decided to return your attention to her clit, sucking harsher than before while plunging two fingers inside her wet hole.

You looked up as your ministrations continued and wow it was a sight to see.

Your girlfriend’s head was thrown back and the light that peaked out from the curtains shined a small spotlight on her body. Like she was an angel.

It encouraged you to double your efforts, thrusting your fingers faster, kissing her clit hungrily, intending to leave her in a sobbing mess.

You were almost there anyways.

“Ah, ah, ah….Y/n I’m going to cum!” She squealed cutely.

Your fingers reached deeper, feeling her walls clench around you. Doah released a final cry as she fisted your hair, legs shaking when you continued to clean her up and your fingers moving to a slower pace.

Pulling away from her, you looked up from between her legs and smiled proudly. Doah’s cheeks went redder at the sight of your mouth completely soaked with her cum.

“That felt so good” she sighed and flopped her head back on the couch.

You crawled up and captured her lips in another sloppy kiss, moving to the side to hide in her neck while you started panting. Doah felt movement between you both and she looked down, seeing you jerking your big cock.

“Mmm Doah baby” you whined.

“Keep stroking your cock like that” she whispered, letting you grunt and lick at her skin while you chased your orgasm.

“Hah…hah fuck gonna cum, Doah…”

“Sit up, let me see you”

You did as told and admired your fucked out girlfriend below you. Her tits were exposed and her cunt was still leaking more cum. You scooped up some of that liquid with your fingers and used it as lube, the hand on your cock moving faster.

“H-Holy shit Doah!”

“Here baby. Cum all over me” Your girlfriend husked and pushed her breasts out.

You aimed your cock towards her plump tits and exploded, closing your eyes from the intensity before laying on top of your girlfriend.

She caressed your back gently.

“Thank you, baby” you heard her say.

It was rare for her to call you by nicknames.

“For?” You panted.

“Taking away all the stress. I love you”

#gxg #wlw #pyramid game kdrama #pyramid game x reader #pyramid game #seo doah

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mimikittysblog · 16 days

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TXT when Someone Badmouths You

Pairing: OT5! TXT x Fem! Reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff. Hurt to comfort.

Synopsis: How the boys would react when they hear and see someone badmouthing you, their lovely girlfriend.

Warnings: Some jerks bullying you for different reasons. Implied chubby reader for Yeonjun and Soobin, and somewhat body shaming for theirs too. I think that’s it? Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Guess who made this instead of their thesis??? Meeeeeee! Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this, especially cause I made it on the fly. Also got a bit carried away with beomgyus lol

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun decided to go out to take you shopping being the fashonistas you two are. While you’ve always loved clothes and fashion, it was always a bit of a struggle to find your size here in Korea, no actually it was a pretty big struggle, but Yeonjun never minded.

He just wanted to spend time with you and spoil you with whatever you wanted. If the store didnt have your size he’d just look for it online or actually have it custom made. Just for you. Whatever you wanted, its yours in less than a week. You were always grateful for that.

However it still bothered you a bit. It was also always quite embarrassing when you have to walk out of the dressing room to tell him the biggest size didnt fit you. It also doesn’t help when the store clerks are not so subtly or quietly poking fun at you.

“I don’t know why she even tries”

“I know right? Why is he even with her?? Like he clearly takes care of himself. Why can’t she do the same?”

“He deserves so much better.”

Yeonjun obviously heard it too, he isn’t deaf, nor blind cause he sees the looks they give you. He especially sees the small frown that you’re trying so desperately to hide.

“Hmm MY pretty baby” he says as he holds your cheek. “This store is not inclusive huh? How about we just leave and find a better store that values you more, hmm?”

“No yeonjun it’s ju-“

“Hush.” He cuts you off. “This store is clearly not a good one. Cause every good store should always carry beautiful people’s sizes which includes you and they must have RESPECTFUL. Staff too. Don’t you think so pretty baby?” He says as he leans into you.

“I-I guess..?” You say shyly, trying to ignore the harsh glares you’re getting.

“Well thats what I think baby. Come on! Lets find a better store and never come back here, okay beautiful?” He asks as he pats your head.

“Okay” you smile at him.

Before you two leave though, he pulls you in even closer and gives you such a passionate kiss, completely reassuring that he finds you so gorgeous and he doesn’t care what people say about you.

And without your knowledge he also opens his eyes to make eye contact and practically glare at the rude staff that was standing behind you. Seeing their reaction also causes him to smirk into the kiss.

He then pulls away and happily takes you away from that store. Constantly holding you close, to reassure you that he loves your body just the way it is, and he could never be ashamed of you, especially with how firmly and proudly he’s holding on to you.

“Thank you baby” you say as you snuggle into him.

“No one messes with my pretty baby. Remember that.” He said with his charming smirk.

Soobin

You literally only told him you think the weather feels perfect today, and he suddenly already had a picnic basket packed. So here you are now, at the park having a nice picnic with your lovely boyfriend. While he did pack some food from home, you two also went to your local bakery to pick up some of the most delicious bread and pastries ever. You kind of went overboard with how much you bought but you two wanted to have fun and enjoy your day with great food, if you still had some left you can easily bring them home. So it didn’t matter to the both of you.

That is until another couple who were also having a picnic nearby decided to stare at you and the large amount of food you two had. They were far enough to where you could barely hear what theyre saying, but unfortunately you could still hear. Even if you couldn’t the judgmental looks they gave you, and only you, said it all.

“Can you believe how much she’s eating?”

“Mhm. It’s just all pure carbs and sugar too.”

“Could she be anymore unhealthy? She’s eating so fast too.”

You were trying so hard to ignore it and were just about to take another bite of the croissant you got until you heard they made another comment and even laughed at you. You really did try so hard to ignore it and tried to take that bite but it just felt so humiliating. So you bit your lip and slowly put the croissant down. Soobin on the other hand quickly took the croissant again and put it back up to your mouth.

“Aaah!” He said smiling

“Oh.. Soobin I’m ful-“

“Don’t make me shove this in your mouth princess” he cut you off with another cheeky smile.

“Soobin..”

God the look in your eyes was so heartbreaking to him.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen okay? We also came here to have fun and eat well. I want you to eat well beautiful, and I also want you to have the happiest tummy ever. Please don’t let anyone stop you. Besides, good food makes you happy. And I also want you happy. So please.. Aaaah?” He said, staring straight into your eyes with the purest look ever.

How could you ever deny that? So with a smile you took the bite you did so desperately wanted. With that it made his smile even bigger. He then also took a bite. Since then he continues to feed you, showering you with encouragement and also continues to eat with you too to make you not feel alone. You could never feel alone with him, but he wanted to make sure you knew that.

“Thank you my love.”

“Of course darling”

By the end you were so incredibly happy and so was your tummy.

Beomgyu

It’s been a while since you had a date with your boyfriend due to your busy schedules. So when said schedules finally calmed down, you two were very excited to get to finally meet up at your favorite cafe and catch up. Unfortunately you were running a bit late so Beomgyu was already sitting and sipping at his coffee when you arrived. You quickly ordered before sitting down across from him.

“Beomieee! Oh I’m sorry!” You apologized

“It’s okay sweetheart, you’re here now and thats all that matters.” He said with his usual cheeky smile on his face.

The cafe was quite packed, so it was pretty noisy but you two were able to drown everything out with your conversations. You both missed each other very much. Due to the busy cafe it also took a while for your order to get done. By the time it was you and beomgyu decided to continue your date at a nearby park and have a nice walk. He had to use the bathroom first though, and you had to get your drink. So thats what you two did.

Unfortunately for you though, just after you got your drink, you accidentally slipped and caused your coffee to spill a little bit onto the shoes of a nearby customer.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to-“

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?! You bitch!!! These are brand new and now theyre ruined!”

“I didn’t mean to! I’ll pay to have them cle-“

“God you’re so fucking stupid! Didn’t you hear me they’re ruined! How can someone be so clumsy?! There wasn’t even anything there!! Fucki-“

“Oh sweetheart whats going on- WOOOOOAAHHHHH!!!” Beomgyu suddenly showed up out of nowhere and then (purposely and quite dramatically) fell and also spilled his coffee on this customer, though this time it spilled on the rest of their outfit too.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” They yelled and you could only cover your mouth in shock.

“Dang these floors are so slippery! don’t you think?? Everyone be careful okay!!” He chuckled as he still stayed there on the floor.

“Beomgyu are you okay??” You asked as you helped him up.

“Are you?” He asked concerned as he held onto you softly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!? You just ruined my outfit!!!” This customer bellowed before you even had the chance to answer him.

“And you yelled at my lovely girlfriend for a simple accident. Listen, you have every right to be upset. it’s understandable. Hell she would’ve been upset if you did the same to her. However you had NO. Right to yell at her and talk to her the way you just did. She said she was sorry yet you still found it necessary to berate her in front of everyone. So yeah. I find it necessary to have the rest of your tacky outfit ruined. Even though what I did was an accident too.” He said with a smirk, clearly showing everyone who was still watching, that it was in fact NOT an accident.

“But yknow what? Here.” He explained before opening his wallet and throwing a good couple of bills at them. “Take this to go get those cleaned, or yknow, get better clothes that not only look better but wouldn’t be ruined by simple coffee. Come on my sweet.” He continued as he lead you to the door of the cafe.

And with that the both of you left.

“You okay darling?”

“Yea.. but you shouldn’t have done that beomie” you pouted at him. “I mean thank you! But ruining their outfit was-“

“Sorry to say sweetheart but I couldn’t care less about their outfit. Whoever is mean to my girl especially over something so trivial deserved that kind of treatment okay? I’ll always stick up for you my sweet. Never forget that. Plus, it waaaaas an accident” he said with his cheeky smile again. While you still felt a little bad, you could only chuckle and roll your eyes at this silly boy you call your lovely boyfriend.

“Thank you once again my prince” You said after giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“For whaaat? It was an accident!”

“Oh stop it!!” You laugh

“You’re welcome my sweet”

Taehyun

You were never the biggest fan of the gym, however you always note that it’s not that bad. It gets you healthier when you need to feel like it, gets you to get out of the house a bit more and best of all, you get to spend time with your gym rat of a boyfriend. Who you love to look at when he’s all sweaty.

You don’t come as often as he does, you only join him like about twice a week sometimes just once. Sometimes it’s even once a month but you still go occasionally. Just to fill in some gaps in your schedule. Furthermore because you’re not the biggest fan of the gym, you do usually only very light workout, again just to get your heart pumping and muscles moving, and usually people don’t have an issue with that. You’re healthy and thats all that matters.

Yet for some reason some people decided to be very judgy today. Typically you always have your music playing to focus on yourself, but while you were taking a break and making light convo with your boyfriend, your ears couldn’t help but pick up the chatter of nearby gym goers that can’t mind their own business.

“She barely did anything here and she’s talking about leaving already?”

“And she wanted to get fried chicken too like dang that bare minimum of work out is really gonna go to waste huh?”

“Why is she even here?”

Taehyun who was putting on his hand wraps to have his boxing training session also couldn’t help but hear and lets say he wasn’t pleased. You took notice of that and simply patted his shoulders.

“It’s fine baby” You smiled at him.

“They shouldn’t be saying that.” He grumbled

“Hey its whatever..” You said trying to reassure him, but also yourself. ‘Cause to be honest, you couldn’t help but start to feel maybe you should workout a bit harder.

“No. Here baby put these on.” He said as he suddenly gave you some hand wraps too.

“Tyunnie, it-“

“No come one, lets have some fun” he cut you off with a smirk.

And how could you say no to that?

While you and Taehyun didn’t share your love of workouts or gym equipments, what you did share was your love for martial arts, specifically boxing. While Taehyun mainly did it for its physical benefits, yours was its mental benefits. It was kinda fun throwing punches and showing your strength that way, a good way to get all your anger and frustrations out too.

Plus when you first started doing it you realized you kinda had a knack for it too. So with Taehyun’s encouragement, and some slight anger towards those comments, you put on your gloves and started sparing with him. And let’s just say your punches and kicks were LOUD. People from across the room could hear and kinda feel it.

But mainly you and Taehyun just had fun, he constantly reassured you that you were doing a good job, you still had it, and he’s happy you’re here with him. Once you two were done, even though you were exhausted you two became a giggly mess. You quickly packed up and left to go home and still order some nice delicious fried chicken.

“Thank you baby” You said as you fed him some chicken.

“No worries my strong princess” He chuckled.

Hueningkai

You and your boyfriend, hueningkai, had many common interests, from movies to food, one of the cuter interests you two shared are plushies. You both just LOVE plushies. How fluffy they can be, how soft and squishy they are, their cuteness. Like whats not to love really? The amount of plushies you share is quite concerning but hey! They make you both happy!

Today you decided to go out to see a new movie that came out, but you still had some time before the movie started so you decided to look around the mall first. You had no destination in mind, just wanted to walk and talk with your boyfriend before, hopefully, enjoying this new movie.

However as you continued your stroll you came across a new store that had just opened and was filled to the brim with the cutest teddy bears you’ve ever seen, and they came in every size you can think of. From teeeeny tiny to massive teddy bears that fills the corner of the room. So without much thought and a huge gasp you dragged hueningkai inside to check it out.

Quite the understatement to say you were having a blast checking out all the adorable teddy bears they had. They even had clothes for these bears. However excited you were, you didn’t actually have the intention to buy any, but Hueningkai being the angel he is offered to get you one.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh come on its like you don’t know me. Come on I’ll get one for myself. Our teddy bears can be dating too!” He said with his angelic smile.

Now thats an offer you couldn’t refuse!

So you two picked out your teddy bears and dressed them in matching outfits. You then left making your way to the movie theater, as the movie would be starting soon, but you couldn’t stop giggling and hugging your bear. It was just so cute and fluffy. You still had your bear in your arms as you waited in line to get your snacks, when suddenly the people behind you started whispering.

“What a fricken weirdo.”

“I know right? What is she? 5??”

“Exactly! Like who the hell would willingly carry that around?”

“Why would you still even want one at her age?”

Then it was followed by snickers. It made you gulp and as much as you hate to admit it, embarrassed. You were never ashamed of your love for plushies but hearing that just isn’t nice. You started to slowly try to put your plushie back into the bag the store gave you, when Hueningkai gave your hand a firm squeeze.

“Oh look honey, it’s our turn. So what do you two want?

“I.. huh? Us two?” You looked at him confused.

“Yeah! You and this cutiepie! And what should I get him too?” Hueningkai explained as he pinched your cheek, the teddys nose and then pulled out his own too.

“O-oh!” You giggled before answering what you wanted, and just some gummies for the plushies.

“What a great idea!” He added before ordering, then carrying the snacks for you, and sweetly asking you to carry his teddy for him.

As you two made your way to your designated theater you did catch the judging eyes of the people behind you.

“You didn’t have to do that you know hyuka” You pouted.

“Do what?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“You know.. now those people think you’re a weirdo too”

“Why should we care? I don’t feel like a weirdo for liking cute soft things, and neither should you honey. These things make us happy! I don’t think we’re weird for that, and hey if it is, lets be weirdos together hmm?” He said, again with that angelic smile and a cute raised eyebrow. And you know, he’s right.

“You’re right, these cuties do make us happy.”

“Mmmmhm! So lets go! The movie is about to start!”

“Okay! Oh! And thank you hyuka”

“Anything for my cutie”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

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keyotos · 11 months

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hey!! can i request hsr men (specifically dan heng but anyone else works too) hcs for how they are with children???

little ankle biters (endearingly)

summary ⎯ hsr men spend time with kids!!

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, and jing yuan

tana's words ⎯ kids r so fun. i never understood the whole "i want to kick children" thing bc obviously you aren't a fun and happy person u miserable depressed freak. anyway i hope u enjoy!!

also pls forgive me if i take a little long w/ requests. i've been soo busy w/ my personal life so i'm really trying i promise

dan heng

⎯ he's awkward at first, but as he spends more time with them, he becomes less awkward and more relaxed.

⎯ so sarcastic around children. but since they're children, they don't understand it and think he's being serious. it's so amusing when you hear them all gasp at his sentences.

⎯ this all started when you dragged dan heng along to play with the kids in boulder town. at first, he wanted to refuse because he thought it would have been awkward (it was), but after some begging from your side dan heng eventually gave in.

⎯at first, dan heng was just there. the kids mostly gravitated towards you and he had no reason to get in the way with that. he was happy to admire you play around with them; besides, he was able to help you win at hide n' seek without cheating.

⎯ noticing his behavior, you didn't want to see him missing out any longer. so you, after seeing him distance himself from the kids, had an idea. you asked dan heng if you could borrow his spear. you then used to carefully poke yourself in the stomach in front of the kids, then you fell dramatically on the ground.

dan heng, confused by your actions, watched you roll around on the ground. the children were laughing, asking if you were okay or not. you continued rolling around, clutching your stomach, until you called out for dan heng, "dan heng! the brave hero! help me!!" you called out.

dan heng's eyes widened. you were acting like you were in pain when you were perfectly fine. and the children were convinced. when they all looked up at him with pleading eyes, dan heng knew he had no choice. he grabbed you by the arm to try to pull you up, but you didn't budge.

he pulled harder, yet there was still no movement from you. for a second, dan heng thought you were actually hurt before you opened your eyes and gave him a wink. you were met with a sigh of disbelief from dan heng. since he didn't say anything, you took this as an opportunity for phase two, "i need you to carry me," you whispered.

dan heng's face recoiled, "why?"

"please," you held on tighter to his hand, interlocking your fingers together. you squeezed his hand to convince him even further. dan heng knew he was screwed when he lifted you up from the ground and held you in his arms: if you were a drug, he would constantly be addicted to you.

"oh!" you exaggerated, making your voice extra loud, "i am saved! the hero of boulder town saved me!!" dan heng was trying to duck his head away from you, saving himself from further embarrassment. it didn't work, however, as he heard one of the kids say, "me next!! me next!!"

and so he spent the next hour taking kids in his arms, spinning them around, and trying to refrain from making too many sarcastic comments. for once, it seemed as though he toned down his seriousness for the kids. they were overjoyed, and they begged you guys to stay for more hours. sadly, the two of you had to refuse.

"you had fun, didn't you," you smirked while walking hand-in-hand through bouldertown.

"perhaps. did you have fun with your little scheme?" he turned his head around to look at you.

"i did," you smiled and wrapped your arm around his. "i hope to do this again some day."

yeah, dan heng hoped as well. he ended the day off with you by his side and with more positive thoughts about the children of boulder town than before.

gepard

⎯ as the captain of the silvermane guards, he had many many kids who looked up to him. even the kids in the underworld (who had never seen him before) were completely enthralled by him. he had numerous little girls wanted to marry him, as well as numerous little boys who wanted to be him.

⎯ that being said, he has very little experience with children. since he's always so busy, he never really has time to get to know belobog. yes, he does go patrolling, but that is much different than exploring all the nooks and crannies of the city, learning its customs, its culture, its people.

⎯ you've noticed this over the past few years. so you decided to change that. one day, a day where gepard finally got a day off, you took him to go sightseeing throughout the city. gepard claims he's already seen the entirety of belobog, but you think differently.

⎯ so, you've decided to drag him out of his office as a way to interact with the people he's protecting. especially the kids.

"me and captain gepard are getting married one day," you hear a little girl whisper, "he's so nice to me. he saved me and my mom once," she gossiped.

gepard looked thoroughly surprised at the girl's theory. he was about to say something before another kid butt in, "captain gepard is too busy to get married to you," he snided, "he'll be the captain and i'll be his vice-captain!"

the girl scoffed, "vice-captain isn't a thing, idiot."

you laughed at the kids' encounter with each other. they were absolutely adorable; childhood innocence in times like these is a true example of one of the worlds' wonders. "aren't they cute," you bumped gepard's shoulder, "this is what you've been missing out on."

"i had forgotten how kids behaved," gepard says in shock. "it's been a while since i was a kid."

you smirked, suddenly having an idea, "well, you can always relive it!" you shoved gepard into the circle of children.

suddenly, the girl who had been so pompous before turned away from gepard, trying to hide her flushed expression. the boy who was boasting about becoming a "vice captain" had eyes that shined brighter than the stars themselves.

"captain gepard!!" the children exclaimed. he'd never been out and about in the city before; they immediately knew this was a rare occasion. they surrounded him quickly, jumping and clapping. gepard towered over all the children, a sight that you found endearing.

"captain gepard! i want to be your vice captain soon!!" the insistent boy yelled. "and stephanie wants to marry you," he snitched.

"jacob!" the girl shoved, "that was supposed to be a secret," she scolded. jacob simply shrugged in response. trying his best not to get in between the sibling quarrell (gepard has already lived through too many of those), he turned his head around, mouthing for help.

you smiled, shook your head, and walked towards him, "okay guys, chill out. do you guys want to ask him anything?" you wrapped your arms around gepard's shoulders. it was an act of reassurance, whilst still letting the kids have fun.

"yeah," stephanie answered, "do they let stupid people," she eyed jacob, "into the silvermane guards?"

"hey!" jacob elbowed stephanie, "you're just mad because his real partner is right next to him," he gestured towards you.

your eyes widened synchronically, both of you turning towards each other. "i⎯ we're not," you blush, suddenly getting hot. the thought of marriage has crossed your mind before, but hearing these children speculate was just embarrassing.

while you try to stutter out a response, gepard silently takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand with a smile adorning his lips. you were right, this was fun.

jing yuan

⎯ actually amazing with kids. he is the perfect mix of fun and caring. literal father vibes.

⎯ kids in the xianzhou adore him. they look up to him, much like they do with gepard, but jing yuan is less awkward. however, since he's so busy, he doesn't have much time to go down and play with them.

⎯ i guess he kinda missed out on his childhood?? it wasn't unhappy bc he ended up doing something he liked, but he never had the "normal" childhood experience. but he understands children to a certain extent, like their excitement over things (ex. yanqing with swords).

⎯ type to share stories. not rlly the type to play w/ them bc he has a whole ass POLEARM. that would be very dangerous and very bad.

finally, there was a day where jing yuan had a ounce of free time to spare with you. of course, you two had your nights, early mornings, and (occasionally) evenings, but you two never had more than an hour together (not counting sleep).

so, what other way to celebrate than to finally explore what you two have missed out on? you two haven't been down in star-skiff haven in what seems like years. with your busy schedules and many prominent tasks, it was hard to make free time to leave the house a lot.

you two have been sightseeing the entire day; viewing all the star-skiffs that passed by, trying all the food, even going around various markets. but none of those amused you much as the children playing in the center of star-skiff haven did.

they were running around, jumping, and betting on star-skiffs. they all had their own individual cliques, it seemed; they were all hanging out separately.

"do you remember what it was like, being in a clique?" you turned to jing yuan who was observing the children.

"i spent most of my life training, so no," he took a sip from a drink he bought. noticing your interest in his drink, he held it out towards you, which prompted you to take a sip. you let out a sigh of delight.

"thanks," you leaned onto him, "i remember being in one of these childhood cliques. i was the freaking leader of all the children," you bragged.

"oh really?" jing yuan raised an eyebrow, "why don't you go over there and show them who's the boss?" his lips raised in a smug smile.

"i'm getting too old," you waved him off, to which jing yuan shook his head in disagreement, "you could get out there though, general."

"told you not to call me general," he pointed a finger in your face. you responded by trying to bite it off. sadly, it didn't work, as jing yuan's reflexes prove once again why he remains the general. "what would i do out there?"

"you could tell them stories," you rocked back and forth on your heels, "did you ever play with kids your age?"

"sometimes, before i started training to be apart of the cloud knights, though. but i can't really remember my life back then," he looked to the carefree kids, eyes filled with admiration.

"you could spend some time with them now," your voice raised a little bit, "you have time," you told in a soft voice.

"i suppose i do," jing yuan grinned at you.

jing yuan was popular with the children, to say the least. it seems that you would've had a rival back then; if jing yuan didn't join the cloud knights, of course. nonetheless, it was an endearing sight to see jing yuan converse with the children who were gathered by him.

he treated them so well, similar to how he would treat yanqing. he told them stories, exaggerating them to just the right amount. and every time one of them would smile, laugh, or gasp, he'd always turn towards you, giving you a smile of your own.

for someone who spent most of their childhood whisked away, jing yuan was practically a child himself.

jing yuan's probably ooc but lets IGNORE THAT and focus on how i managed to finish 2 requests in one day!!!! 2 more here we come!!!!!!!!

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #hsr #hsr x reader #gepard x reader #gepard x you #gepard landau x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #tana answers: request ver

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horanghaeluvsinniehae · 2 months

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Discovered you by the skz bff drunkenly confessing and I got this idea (obviously don't use it if you dont feel like it or fet inspired, don't push yourself<3)

you went out with your brother that day to a cafe and caught up and han jisung from skz saw you and his heart broke, thinking he missed his chance and should've confessed to you earlier

And later, when he cancels your movie night, you call him and ask if he's okay

And he's like yeah just tired

Unusual cause he'd usually just come over and sleep on your couch, with your shoulder as his pillow

So you keep on poking and he blurbs out he doesn't wanna keep you from having fun with 'that guy'

And you're like, what are you talking about

So yeah, it turns out it's your brother, and you almost think he sounds relieved

So when he asks if he can still come over you're like sure hurry

And he thinks he hung up but he didn't so you just hear him giggling and yelling for chan telling him how he still has a chance and that he'll confess today cause he now knows how much he'd regret not doing it and he's so so happy and giddy and then he sees he hasn't hung up yet

So silence and then "please tell me you didn't hear that"

And continue however you wanna

And yeah I hope It makes sense have a beautiful day <3

Hi love! Gosh, I loved this idea and it was so entertaining to write!! I think this is my fav work so far😭 I hope you like it and that the others do as well!! Thank you for requesting!❤️‍🩹 And now i don’t have any requests left🥲feel free to request and please do so!

Pairing: Han Jisung!bff x gn!reader

Warning: jealous Hannie, small kiss and big authors note(apology)(please tell me if I missed anything!)

Not too late!

You and your brother always had a special bond. Even after he moved to the other side of the country to study in Busan, you still kept in touch! Finally, after half a year you could set up a meeting in your childhood café.

As you entered the place, you spotted your brother sitting in a booth and nostalgia hit you. You teared up and swiftly went over to your brother, pulling him into a tight hug. He held you tightly and when he pulled away he held you by your face, examining you and the things that had changed.

Still standing and holding each other, the bell rang above the door signaling that a new customer had entered. You were so submerged in your own bubble that you didn’t notice. After the long hug, you sat down and immediately started talking about everything and anything.

On the other side of the cafè sat a young man sulking. Han Jisung was your long-time friend and you were also his long-time crush. When he came into the shop, -not knowing that you’ll also be there and not alone- the first thing that he saw was an unknown man holding your face and the two of you looking rather fondly at each other. His heart dropped and he froze in place.

He thought of the times he tried to confess to you, but chickened out at the last moment…he thought about how it could be him holding you close instead of that man…He regretted it all deeply and just wanted to turn back time.

He texted the other half of 3racha if you could meet up for lunch somewhere else. You told them that there were too many people here and you wouldn’t be able to have a normal conversation with each other. That was a lie-of course- because the place was almost empty. It was only three more couples plus you and your brother, but as understandable, he didn’t want to stay and see the two of you.

You talked to your brother for about three hours in the cafè. That was the fastest three hours of your life, to be honest. He had a meeting and then he promised to visit your parents too, so your time ended here. Although he told you that before he goes back to Busan he’ll see you again and you can have a chat like this.

On your way back to your apartment you saw the three boys walking. You ran up to them and Chan and Changbin were just as excited to bump into you as you were. On the other hand, Han was unusually unbothered to see you. You thought he was just tired so you gave him a light side-hug. Channie told you that they had to hurry back because they were late for their next practice. You bid goodbye to them and they did too, except Han who just did a little bow and started walking. The others looked at him questioningly, but just let it go.

“He’s been like this since we’ve met…don’t take it to heart please,” Binnie told you and patted your shoulder. They repeated their goodbyes and you parted ways.

That afternoon when you got home and settled down, you got a text notification. Once you unlocked your phone, you saw that it was a message from Han. As you opened his text, you froze and your heart started to race.

After he went to practice, you still had the messages open and you just stared at them. You couldn't believe that this just happened. It was so random and out of nowhere but of course, you were incredibly happy and just couldn't believe that the boy you'd been pinning over liked you back.

After you snapped out of your trance, you realised that now you have two hours to make your apartment and yourself look presentable. You hurriedly went to take a shower and clean up the house.

Just as you finally got done with cleaning, you heard knocks on your front door. You nervously took a deep breath and went to open the door. Although you didn’t say that it was a date or anything like that, you dressed up a bit more fancy than usual. You thought about how awkward it would be if Han showed up in his casual practice clothes and that that’d make you feel like you misunderstood your earlier text exchange. But all your worries went away after you opened the door and a very cute and good-looking Hannie stood there, just as dressed up as you. He was wearing simple dress pants with a button-up, but he still looked so elegant, yet soft.

“Hi Y/nah! You look pretty!” Han said and both of you got flustered by his words.

“Thank you, Hannie, You look handsome too! Please come in!” You invited him inside and now you started to get more nervous.

After he got through the door he pulled up a small, but quite adorable bouquet. He held it up smiling big- “These are for you Y/nah!” -as you took it from him, you couldn’t stop smiling. You were feeling extremely happy and bubbly. Everything has been going great for you lately and tonight is just making it even better.

You were just looking at Hannie and suddenly he was right in front of you. He took your hands and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs. He took a deep breath- “Y/nah, I wanted to tell you how much I honestly like you and how glad I am that your brother is not your boyfriend.” -he laughed a bit embarrassed. “I truly admire you and you’re like the Sun when you enter a room. I feel honestly understood around you and you’re just one of the most loveable, kind and caring people I have ever met and that’s why I not-so-slowly feel for you…Y/nah I've never felt this way about anyone before, would you bless me by letting me be yours?” Han finished this speech and looked down at your hands in his while anxiously waiting for your reaction.

You were in complete awe and couldn't react normally so you just hugged him so so so tightly and whispered- “Yes yes and yes, Hanji a thousand times yes!” -into his ear while slightly jumping from happiness, but still hugging him.

Han was so relieved that you said yes that he started laughing at your reaction, but couldn’t refuse jumping softly with you. After your cute little moment, you pulled apart and looked each other in the eye, just smiling at each other.

Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled forward and then a pair of plushy lips landed on yours. In complete shock, you held onto him and melted into his kiss. It was a soft and delicate kiss, no tongue, no roughness. That kiss simply held all of your current emotions and feelings that you couldn't explain to each other in any better way than a tender kiss.

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAHHH *clears throat* sorry I just re-read the request and gosh I got so carried away when I started writing that I forgot to check the rest and now I feel bad bc it’s kind of nothing like the request:/ but I hope everyone liked it, and also apologise for the kiss scene😭 like I don't have any experience with kissing at all, but I felt like it needed a kiss scene😭 anyways thank you for reading and i hope you liked it!!

Please take care of yourself and be safe!🫂❤️‍🩹

Taglist: @justwonder113 @ihrtlix (if you want to be added please comment or write into asks!)

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alexibeeart · 1 year

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MyHouse.wad

On March 2 2023, a user called Veddge posted this thread in the WADs and Mods Doomworld forum:

MyHouse

Excited to finally release this tribute map. Last August I lost a good childhood friend of mine and took it pretty hard. When I was visiting my hometown for his funeral, I connected with his parents who shared with me some of his old belongings. Among them was a copy of an old map of his backed up on a 3.5” floppy from high school. Thomas and I were into amateur Doom mapping in the early 00s but I had never seen this map of his prior to uncovering it on one of the old floppy discs. As a way of paying tribute to him and all the great memories we had together, I took the plunge and installed Doom Builder in order to polish up his map and add a few modern amenities just for convenience sake.

I haven’t touched an editor in over 15 years so it was quite a surprise to find out how easy mapping has become. I may have gotten a little carried away with these new UDMF features and, as such, the map is designed for GZDoom. From the text file:

Doom 2 - GZDoom, hardware renderer

1 map: Not much of a challenge and roughly 10 minutes of play time. All difficulty settings implemented.

Jumping & crouching disabled, freelook is fine

Lots of Doomcute!

Making maps of your house was all the rage back-in-the-day, but I feel like this is a pretty adorable and detailed tribute to my friend and a great way to share something of him with a community we loved. Miss you, Tom.

Download myhouse.wad

Contained within is a link to a Google Drive folder containing myhouse.wad—a DOOM map of a normal 20th century suburban house where you mow down baddies and collect a blue, yellow, and red keycard to reach the exit—photos, text files, screenshots, and some images of a sketchbook.

There is also another version of the mod in a different format: myhouse.pk3. Opening this file to start a new game shows the map exactly the same as myhouse.wad ... until it isn’t.

Read Vegge’s original post, poke around in the GDrive, don’t look up anything else if you can help it, and give this a go. If you’re stumped, you might need to get some fresh air outside. General content warnings in the tags; spoiler cws under the cut. Obviously there is much more to this map than it seems ...

general content warnings for myhouse.pk3: blood, gore, violence, guns, weapons, pov, monsters, zombies, demons, flashing lights, eye strain

spoilery content warnings for myhouse.pk3: liminal spaces, the backrooms, unreality, substance abuse, alternate reality, enclosed spaces, open spaces, animal death, mirrors, mirror world, spiders, fire ... please ask me to tag anything i missed! this is still a very new puzzlebox of a game and it’s possible there’s still more to discover ...

#fps #gaming #DOOM #DOOM mod #DOOM WAD #myhouse.wad #myhouse.pk3 #blood #gore #violence #guns #weapons #pov #monsters #zombies #demons #flashing lights #eye strain #ask to tag

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ddollfface · 2 months

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The actual meaning of being a girl is being torn between LoveSick!Athlete and LoveSick!Artist because while children are adorable they are annoying asf. Also, LoveSick!Bimbo? She's like, growing on me. How would the characters be with a darling who doesn't want kids? (Particularly referring to Athlete and Knight, since they seem to be the ones who want kids the most.)

- 💗 (Also, remember to drink water and take a deep breath. <333)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬?

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, obsessive behaviors, baby trapping, peer pressure, reader can get pregnant, lesbians, poking holes in condoms, hiding birth control, and just yandere behaviors ig If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Thank you for your kind words 💗!Nonny! I'm really happy that more of my characters are appealing))) It makes me happy that you're enjoying my writing!

Awwww, I'm so glad that my other characters are growing on you! I seems that LoveSick!Athlete is still the fan favorite, though I'm hoping that will change 'cause LoveSick!Bimbo is so cute (in my opinion)!!!

Anyway, I feel that for the majority of the LoveSick!Characters, wouldn't mind not having children with their darling, especially when reader doesn't want to have them. Half of them don't want kids or just don't care too much about them. LoveSick!Friend and LoveSick!Bimbo falls under this line of not wanting children, and I think they'd be content with just being aunties or just having you.

I feel like we have to keep in mind that they are yandere, meaning that they are obsessed with you. Like, literally, they love you no matter what, and they don't mind keeping you for themselves for the rest of your lives.

Now, for characters like LoveSick!Poet, I think that he'd be a little heartbroken, not because he wanted children, but because he feels as if he pressured you with his trauma. LoveSick!Poet did not have a good childhood, and it caused him to develop a poor self-image. And in return, he doesn't want children, in fear of becoming his father, so when you confess that you don't want children, he thinks that he's projected his personal feelings onto you.

But this obviously isn't true, you just don't want children. That's the thing with LoveSick!Poet though. He is hyperaware and is constantly overthinking, so no matter what you say he'll go on and on about how it's your decision, and that he doesn't want to force anything onto you.

And for LoveSick!Artist, I don't think I have to get to him because he, himself, doesn't want children, so he'd be pleased that you're on the same page. It would be difficult for him if his darling wanted children, seeing as he doesn't, like at all. Overall, I think it wouldn't even be a topic for LoveSick!Artist.

Now, moving onto the menaces, LoveSick!Athlete is far more puppy-like than LoveSick!Knight, who's quite violent and overly aggressive toward everyone.

I've kind of touched on LoveSick!Athlete and pregnancy in this post. Overall, I think that you didn't want children, then, at first, LoveSick!Athlete would accept it, telling you that it's all good, babe, we're so young after all.

But that's at the beginning of your relationship, where he's censoring himself so that you'll be more comfortable with him, not wanting to scare you off so quickly. He'll hide his need from you, ignoring the burning desire in the pit of his stomach whenever he sees you hold a little babe. He'll smile throughout it all, only giving you subtle hints, ones that you won't realize until it's far too late. But as the months go pass and as soon as your relationship gets physical, he's on you.

Now, the two of you are having arguments on whether or not he can go raw. You say no; he says yes. You'll practically give him a whole biology lesson, going on about how it's not safe, even though you're on the pill, but he'll just repudiate it. After all, don't you trust me, babe? I've always pulled out, I can do it again, don't worry. You just have to trust me.

If you're still persistent, he'll just poke holes in the condom, small little pricks will do the trick. A little hole won't do anything, right? You'll notice, obviously, because who wouldn't notice the warm rush you get in your stomach? You'll look up at him, eyes widened in worry and panic. Your mind will begin to spin, flooding with thoughts of all kinds.

You'll pat LoveSick!Athlete's shoulder, trying to get him to pull out, and he'll just tilt his head to the side, furrowing his brows. Of course, he knows what you're panicking about, but he feigns innocence, saying that it must've broke, sweets! Shit, it's okay, I'm sure nothing will happen...

And all you can do is trust him, hoping that what he's saying is true. After all, it's not like he'd ever do anything like that, right? He would never cross that boundary... right?

It'll be like that for months, constant broken condoms, and missing birth control. You'll begin to panic, doubting yourself because how the hell is you're the whole package of pills gone? As for the condoms, you'll begin to buy some yourself, thinking that LoveSick!Athlete must just be buying some crappy brand or something, little do you know that that was never the case.

Moving onto LoveSick!Knight, he'll be a lot less sneaky, not fearing pushing your boundaries whatsoever. He has full control over you, and he knows this full well. He has your father, the king, wrapped around his finger, besides, wouldn't the queen be glad to know that she's expecting grandbabies soon? Yes, she would.

If you don't want children, you don't really have a choice in the matter. Though it would take a long while before he'd ever physically force himself onto you, the peer pressure would settle in far quicker. The whole nation is expecting a child from your marriage. Your father, mama, siblings, lady-in-waiting, everyone is waiting for the announcement.

It keeps you awake at night, pondering over whether or not there's something wrong with you. It's your duty as the next queen, and current princess, to provide an heir to the throne. How could you deprive your people of that right? How could you keep the right of fatherhood from LoveSick!Knight?

Now, if you magically push through the pressure to have a child (you must be some type of superhuman), then you'll be subjected to LoveSick!Knight and his cruel actions. I have no doubt that he'd babytrap you, wanting to lock you with him forever.

Seeing as there's no such thing as condoms or birth control, you have no way of preventing a pregnancy, rather than celibacy. Obviously, LoveSick!Knight won't let you keep your body from him, pressuring you to succumb to your "wifely duties." It's only a matter of time before you get pregnant, seeing as LoveSick!Knight isn't holding back whatsoever, stuffing you full of him, him, him.

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mattblackagain · 4 months

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Written for Honey @d2bm some time ago but as a few of my followers like stories, here it is again.

The Hitchhiker

Part of my job entails driving around the country in a nice car (not mine) visiting dealers for the brand that I work for. It’s not unpleasant; it gets me out from behind a desk and generally people are pleased to see me. It also means spending quite a few hours in a car on my own, with sometimes an overnight stop up north, in Scotland, or the west country. Occasionally, but not as often as I used to, I’ll see a hitchhiker. Usually these are men delivering cars to dealers and finding their own way home, easily recognisable by them carrying trade plates. I sometimes pick these guys up just to see if they have anything interesting to say, but usually they don’t. They just want to get home as quickly as possible.

On this occasion though I spotted a single female. Young and wearing a very short denim skirt, she was holding a tatty piece of cardboard with something scrawled on it that I couldn’t make out. The light was just starting to fade so obviously, spotting her immediate danger and being a gallant chap, I pulled over and wound the passenger window down.

“Warwick?” she asked, poking her pretty face and long dark hair through the window.

“Yes, as it happens!”, I lied. I was actually going nowhere near Warwick but had completed all my appointments for the day and had nothing waiting for me except an empty motel room.

“Jump in”.

“Great! Thanks a lot!”

She opened the door and dumped her pink backpack on the floor of the car. It looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t think where I’d seen one like it before.

She got in the seat arse first and knees together. She was clearly practised in wearing short skirts, and this skirt was VERY short. It was faded, with a frayed edge that contrasted with her nicely tanned legs. She had just a vest top on, no bra and she didn’t need one. Her small but perky boobs jiggled as she got comfortable and put her belt on. She smelled lovely, fresh and sweet but not overpowering, just clean with the merest hint of perfume. We set off.

“Bit risky isn’t it, hitching on your own I mean? And it’s getting dark”. Yes, for some reason I was turning into her dad. Although she was easily young enough to be my daughter I didn’t really want to draw attention to this fact.

“I know! A friend was supposed to pick me up but they let me down and I didn’t know where the bus station was or anything!” she explained, slightly air-headedly. She had nice teeth, very little makeup, just a bit of mascara and some lip gloss. Must stop staring at her lips, look at her eyes....

“Well, no harm done. You’re safe now, I can drop you off wherever you like”.

“Cool, thanks again! I owe you! By the way, I’m Honey.”

“Pleased to meet you Honey, I’m Matt”.

“Oooo...I like this one!”. She reached forward and turned the radio up. “Perfect” by Exceeder.

“1, 2, 3, 4, let me hear you scream if you want some more. Like ahhhh, push it, push it, watch me work it, I'm perfect” she giggled, arching her back against the seat and pouting.

“You are very cute”, I ventured, trying not to make my leering too blatant.

“Awww! Thanks! You’re not so bad for an older guy!” she smiled. “And I really would like to thank you properly.”

With that, she pulled up the middle of her skirt a few inches to reveal white cotton knickers with little blue and red pictures of ice cream cones on, stretched across her mound. She slipped a hand inside, her knuckles stretching the material still further, then pulled her hand out and popped two fingers in her mouth.

I swerved to narrowly miss a traffic island. Fuck. There was nowhere to pull over though, I’d just have to keep going.

“Hehe, that was close! You concentrate on the road mister and I’ll look after everything else”. She took my left hand and placed it on her tit. I squeezed, rubbing her nipple with my thumb. She pushed her boobs together with her arms to let me grope both with one hand. “Is that what you want mister?” she said, moving my hand down to her crotch. Through the knicker material her mound felt soft, warm and slightly damp. She pushed her hips into my hand as my middle finger ran down the crease.

“Mmmm...yes, do that more please” she moaned, biting her bottom lip. I could smell her pussy now, and I knew what to expect when I pulled her knickers to one side. She was already soaked, and my finger slipped easily between her swollen lips.

“Let me find somewhere to stop before we crash”.

“OK!”, she smiled, and ran her finger across her bottom lip.

We carried on for a couple of miles and, thankfully, a layby appeared. I’d used this one before for a “power nap” on my travels, it had a line of trees between the parking and the road so was relatively secluded, if not that quiet with the traffic going past. It was empty, and the light was fading fast.

As soon as we’d stopped she released her seatbelt and dived in to kiss me. Open mouthed, her tongue finding mine and flicking across my lips in an eagerness that usually only the young possess - one that I’d not felt in a long time.

“I need it in me” she whispered, unbuttoning my shirt. Yes, well, I’d figured that much out already but thanks for confirming. My dick was already straining for attention in my black jeans as she ran her fingers over the bulge. I undid my belt and fly buttons and pulled it out into the cool air. She let out a squeal of delight and dropped her dead down, her hot mouth enveloping my cock head and an inch or two of shaft.

I pushed down on her head, her nose pressed against the inside of my thigh, then let her bob on it, her tongue lashing around the head on each upstroke before pressing down as far as she could. I ran my left hand down her back and rested it there.

She looked up, a string of saliva connecting her lip to my cock. “I want all of it”. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Classy.

“Stay there”, I instructed, opened the driver’s door and got out. With hindsight, maybe I should have tucked my dick away first, but I was on a roll. Fuck it. With my jeans halfway down to my knees I waddled round to her side of the car and opened her door.

“Oooo! Perfect!” she giggled, swivelling on her seat and taking me in her mouth again. At least I could claim to be err...brushing something off the roof with my hand if another car appeared. Cupping my balls in her hand, she want to work on my cock pushing deeper and deeper. “Arrggggh” she gargled, as he head of my cock reached the narrow restriction of her throat.

“Fuck yes!” I blurted out. “Fucking suck it”. She looked up at me as if to signal yes, and I felt her tongue touch my ballsack. Yes, she was good…

Placing one hand on the back of her head, I pushed hard. She had just about taken it all to be fair. I held her there for a few seconds, then released. She came up gasping. “Yesss...” she hissed. “Make me choke on it please!”

Using both hands this time, I pumped her mouth. “Gug, gug, gug…” accompanied by the suction sound of my cock head blocking and then releasing in her throat. She placed her hands on my thighs and looked up for a signal. Not yet Miss, not yet. “Gug, gug”. Her eyes started to water and she pushed her hands against my thighs to signal enough.

Nearly there. Just a little more, petal. “Gug, gug, cough!”. A stream of thick spit burst from her lips, I released her and she inhaled loudly, sucking in deep lungfuls of oxygen like someone who had escaped a submerged car in a river.

“Thank you, Sir”.

Wow, I love being called Sir. Especially by sluts.

“Get up and turn around”.

“Yes, Sir”.

She did as instructed, bending at the waist a little and gripping the roof edge of the car. A quick glance right to check nothing was coming (although I was close) and back to business. Crescents of arse cheeks poked from her knickers, her skirt was halfway up her arse and her legs were perfectly straight. She stood a little on her toes, wiggling.

“Please fuck me”.

Not needing to be asked twice, I pulled her knickers down onto her thighs and squatted down. She lent forward slightly in response, arching her back, as I spread her arse cheeks with my thumbs. Her holes were perfectly clean and shaven, and I was hungry for a taste of both. I poked my tongue between her pussy lips first, which was wet and sweet as expected, then hooked a forefinger into it. My tongue moved up to her brown hole, poking into that tight little starfish. She pushed back onto it, the filthy slut.

There was no need to wait any longer. She was soaking wet and my bulging dick was feeling like it would burst. It needed driving into some flesh. I stood up, and held the head up to her cunt, my balls just catching the elastic of her knickers.. “Is this what you want?” I said, rubbing the head forward and back between her swollen lips.

“Fuck yes! Please!!”

“Please WHAT?”

“Please SIR!”

I pushed, it sank in easily. That familiar wet grip, so perfectly designed, the flesh so firm, yet yielding.

“Oh!!” she gasped. I grabbed her narrow waist with both hands and pushed again, deeper.

“Oh my god, I love it….please”.

I pumped her, running my hands up and down her sides, over her tits, relishing her tight young body. She met my thrusts, pushing back on her heels, then pulling forward onto her toes. I gathered her hair up with both hands, then held it in my left fist and pulled. It smelt wonderful. My right hand returned to her tits, pulling at her vest top to expose them and kneading them like dough balls. Plunging into her faster, her arse slapping against my thighs, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my frustration was released.

“I’m going to….going to….” she whimpered, before reaching back with her hand and dipping her middle fingertip into her asshole. I felt her cunt contract, then she started bucking.

“Oh...oh….YES!! Fuck it! Harder!”

I was seconds behind her. Gripping her waist hard to maximise the length of my thrusts and pulling her onto my cock, using her whole torso as a fuck tube.

“FFFFUUUUUUUCK!!” I yelled as a torrent of cum rose from my balls, ripped through my dick and spurted deep inside her. Pound, pound, pound...timing each thrust with a spurt until finally staying buried in her while I caught my breath, gasping.

“Wow”, was all I could say, before slipping out of her.

“Here, let me”, she said, turning around, squatting down and taking my still half hard dick in her mouth and expertly sucking it clean. One last chance for me to take in the sight of the top of her head bobbing on my cock and commit that vision to my memory. Perfect.

Still slightly wobbly and dazed from the experience, I arranged my clothing and she got some wipes from her backpack. My cum had run down the inside of her legs, and she couldn’t resist running a fingertip through it before tasting it in front of me with a smile. Pure filth. She pulled her knickers up over her squidgy cunt and got in.

We made our way to the street where I dropped her off without saying much, just smiles mostly.

“Thanks again mister!”. She waved, blew me a kiss, spun around and left, that tiny skirt wiggling on her hips as she walked away. I don’t suppose I’ll be lucky enough to see her again. What a girl though. What a honey!

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Hey how do you think it would be like to be roomies with naruto, kiba, shikamaru and sasuke (separate) and y/n is crushing on them hard, she is basically simping. And they are aware of it (tho y/n does not know this) and they are teasing her or are sly about it.I really love your writing please don't stop

first of all, thank you!! i'm going through a bit of a rough patch rn with anything concerning my writing, so this meant a lot.

you're very sweet. i really appreciate it!!

so, let's see.

Naruto:

it'd take him an eternity to realize that you harbour feelings for him. [i'm talking literal months of heavy blushing and stammering from your end whenever he'd do something that'd turn you flustered.]

despite being awfully oblivious, he still somehow manages to constantly invade your personal space without actually meaning to.

he turns awkward around you as soon as he finds out, though - especially if he likes you back.

bashful grins, blushing, constantly rubbing the back of his neck and fixing the collar of his t-shirt - he does it all, and he does it obviously so.

also sweats a lot and becomes profoundly tense and irked about the silliest of things, like you not wearing a bra underneath your t-shirt, even though you're doing nothing but chilling at home. you've tried to explain to him that you get uncomfortable if you wear one for longer periods of time, but he still gets oddly annoyed about it.

starts keeping his distance, especially in the evenings. the door to his bedroom ends up being shut all the way [you can even hear the lock click into place from time to time.]

he also stops his habit of barging into the bathroom whenever you're showering or washing your teeth, and instead knocks like, you know... a normal person?

overall, very jittery and constantly on edge. it's annoying as fuck.

that is, until he drinks. when he's drunk - he's the complete opposite.

he admits he likes you after he comes home from a night out with his friends. his sentences are messy and slurred and accentuated with dramatic hand gestures. he's telling you everything and nothing all at once.

“and i know i’ve been actin’ weird lately, but at the same time you’ve been actin’ hella weird, too. and i also know the reason as to why you’ve been actin' weird, ‘cause i know why i’ve been actin’ weird, and-”

he doesn't remember half of it by the morning.

but it still counts.

Kiba:

becomes an absolute menace after finding out you like him.

teases you a lot [even more than usual.]

this man can’t stop wiggling his eyebrows at you, sending you sly winks and equally as complacent smirks whenever you cast a glance in his general direction.

you think nothing of it at first, because he’s like that with everyone.

so he kicks it up a notch. until the words ‘i know you like me’ are nearly plastered on his forehead, and yet you still refuse to believe it.

part of the reason as to why, is to save yourself the embarrassment. he’d surely never let you live it down if you ever admitted how you actually felt about him.

he sees it as a game.

lives, breathes and exists for the mere sight of your red face and bashful demeanor.

walks around the apartment shirtless a lot, because one: he’s self-assured like that, and two: your ogling feeds his already humongous ego.

touches you a lot, and on purpose, too. he’s constantly ruffling your hair, pinching your cheek, poking your sides.

by this point, you’re just waiting on him to smack your ass and call you his pretty property.

nothing brings him more joy than whenever he succeeds in striking a nerve. he’s laughing when you start shouting at him to shut up; is absolutely hollering when you throw your pillow across the room at him and miss.

he casually tells you himself that he knows you’re harbouring a crush on him while you’re trying to make pancakes at 3am; that naruto had spilled it by accident with that big-ass mouth of his, and that he’s long since grown bored of playing silly games with you.

“cut the bullcrap, cutie.”

he’s snickering at the sight of absolute horror to fall upon your face, but knows when to put an end to his teasing and comfort you properly.

so you talk.

you eat the pancakes and talk some more.

and then he fucks you on the kitchen counter.

Shikamaru:

knew you liked him from the second you started glancing at him for a tad bit longer than you’d usually do.

is surprisingly chill about it, and acts like he doesn’t care, even though he does.

he cares a lot, actually.

he’s sharp enough to know it’s because he likes you back, but stupid enough to not acknowledge it properly.

and is he planning to do anything about it? hell to the no.

sharing an apartment with you is comfortable, after all. you don’t nag him and let him live his life the way he wants to, so why the fuck would he ruin that?

still, the sight of your shyness and affection makes him wonder what it’d be like to actually be with you.

he starts lingering around you more often to just enjoy your presence whenever you’re cooking or reading a book.

the silence doesn’t bother him.

he keeps inviting you to smoke with him, because ‘it’s better with company.’

uses the chance to get spoiled by you every now and then, under the pretense that he, once again, doesn’t care.

by spoiled, i mean him resting his head on your lap, quietly humming whenever you run your fingers through his hair.

he loves being lazy with you. it’s just so simple and natural.

he hates it when things are forced or rushed, and this is the exact opposite of that.

he’s high as fuck when he tells you he knows that you like him.

he says it with a little breathless chuckle. the tone is so soft and sleepy that you can’t even be nervous about it, really.

you’re both silent for a long while, just enjoying each other’s company.

he sighs.

“and, i dunno... i suppose what i wanted to say is that i like you, too.”

Sasuke:

he doesn’t know how to feel about it at first.

he starts paying closer attention to you, though. the way you dress, the way you speak, the way you behave.

silent appreciation.

though he always looks away whenever your gazes connect.

he tells himself that it’s just because he’s curious, but deep down he knows it’s a lie for whatever reason.

he doesn’t want to care, but goddamn he just can’t help himself.

secretly wonders why in the hell would a nice person like you ever fall for him.

he’s so complicated, after all.

sends you an occasional text if you’re out late, just to make sure you’re okay, but never replies after you tell him that you are.

it’s the little things with sasuke. you’ve gotta be satisfied with small affections, instead of grand gestures.

it takes him a long while to accept that he likes you back.

but goddamn, the sound of your loud laughter as you’re nearly wheezing like an idiot over the stupidest fucking meme surprisingly doesn’t annoy him.

no, instead he can’t stop himself from quirking a smile in return.

he knows it’s game over from that moment onward.

it takes him yet another aeon to make a move.

he never tells you that he knew beforehand that you liked him. that he saw the text you sent to naruto, asking about him.

he admits his feelings for you first; when you’re curled up in his bed from having a particularly bad nightmare, and his fingers are lazily stroking your spine in meek attempt of soothing you.

he pretends to be nonchalant about it.

even though he’s secretly hiding his smile against the top of your head, when you at long last tell him that you like him, too.

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khoipyan · 1 year

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romantic floyd headcanons pt.2

don’t you think it’s time to turn your attention to him for a while?

warnings; no major ones, romantic obviously, gn!reader (lots of you/your)

notes; i freaking love floyd leech. also i should start proofreading g my work tbh

floyd leech

"hey hey, this reminds me of you!"

and it's a random rock. anything he sees reminds him of you if it interests him (or he just happened to be thinking of you while looking at that item) .

lovingly throws paper balls with cheesy little love notes all over them right at the back of your head, and it makes it easier for him since he sits directly behind you. although, floyd's gotten in trouble for this before, usually when his aim misses.

a pencil drop was all it took for this to start. as you bent down to pick it up, you noticed something brush past the back of your head. err, there was nothing as your hand instinctively touched your head. what was that?

it seems you zoned out a bit too much while under the desk, because when you finally sat up, all you heard were love declarations... cheesy ones at that. wait, that sounds a bit too much like floyd-talk, but that wasn't his voice— your eyes widened at the realization that the TEACHER was reading a note that floyd had mistakenly thrown past your head when you bent down. you could feel every eye prying into your skull as you sunk down into your seat, heavily embarrassed.

floyd on the other hand, is unbothered and amused. everybody gets to know he loves you SOOO much, so what's wrong? why're you sinking into your seat like that? he knows the answer, but it's still humorous to see you so bashful.

i firmly believe that floyd is into arts and crafts, especially when he's in one of his productive moods! if he's feeling high-effort, romantic and craftsy, he'll make you a bouquet made of blue-purple-green paper flowers. maybe he'll even go as far as colouring the paper with watercolour to give it an 'in-depth' feel.

forces you to match outfits with him whenever you two go out together (usually on weekends). he's always had an eye for fashion, why not spread it to you too? it doesn't have to be too fancy, it could even be matching hoodies! although, he'd be ecstatic if you considered those pinterest-aesthetic outfits!

wants you to visit mostro lounge. one, it makes him more willing to finish up his work so that he can sit with you! two, he gets to stare at you absentmindedly as he makes drinks. three, why not? he'll even sneak you a few coupons if you want.

floyd wants to squeeze you REALLY hard, until you pop! not in a bad way, just the most loving way possible. however, he refrains from this as he still wants you around.

instead of squeezing you in the vigorous way that he imagined, he resorts to picking up and spinning you around.

please hug him back... unless you're not into physical contact at all (which he'll try to deter himself from being touchy around you), he expects you to wrap your arms around him in return. c'mon, he doesn't bite (kind of).

likes to give his biggest smile around you. floyd's teeth are sharp for a reason, but if you poke at his lips he'll gently nom your fingers. not enough to hurt, just enough for the feeling of pressure on your finger(s).

actually, if he's in the middle of screaming something and you cover his mouth his your hand, there's a good chance he'll lick it. gross, but hey, he needs to talk!

floyd loves you and will continue to display his affection each day, let’s just hope you can do the same for him.

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viesanterieures · 4 months

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Locked In Mind

Robert Fischer (Inception) x Reader

note: Welcome to my third Cillian Character fanfic, hope you like it :) I love plots like Shutter Island and tried to do something similar here & it‘s also a story about parasocial relationships and unrequited love.

summary: The reader is hopelessly in love with her boss Robert Fischer, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her. By an unexpected coincidence, they meet in the city and his sudden intense affection for her confuses her. The reader begins to suspect that something is wrong, and when she finally uncovers the truth about her encounters with Fischer the heartbreaking reality is revealed to her.

word count: 5000+

Masterlist

warnings: mental illness, depression

you don‘t have to watch the movie to understand the story.

It was just half past seven when she heard the familiar footsteps in the corridor approaching the office next door. A key was inserted into the lock and a moment later the door opened.

Glancing around to make sure her workspace wasn't too messy, she threw an old paper cup into the bin before her boss poked his head through the door.

"Good morning, Miss YN, so busy already?" he asked with a tired smile. "It doesn't reflect well on me as a boss to have my assistant here before me. I'm sorry, Monday mornings are always a bit stressful for me."

"No problem, Mr Fischer. I've already sorted the mail for you, it's on your desk," she said kindly, watching him as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, a little damp from the rain.

"Thank you, I can count on you."

He was a very elegant, handsome man, about ten years her senior, with dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and an elegant black suit. She must have stared at him a little too long, because he turned to her with a questioning smile.

Immediately her cheeks flushed and she turned back to her computer screen, but by then Mr Fischer had already approached her and placed some documents on her desk. "Please scan them all and email them to Mr Parker, he's been waiting for them for days," he said to her. It would be best if we sat down together later and quickly discuss my tasks for today, there is a lot to do. If I'm not mistaken, I have a client meeting at three today.

"At two, sir," she corrected him, handing him a planner with today's date thickly underlined.

He started to grin. "You see, this is exactly why I have an assistant."

Fischer disappeared into his office.

She sighed slightly and went to work scanning the documents. She had been working for Fischer Morrow, one of the world's largest energy companies, for barely a month. Their headquarters had moved from Sydney to London after the death of their CEO, Maurice Fischer. Her current boss, Robert Fischer, was a direct descendant.

She liked Fischer Jr a lot. He was friendly, supportive and didn't get angry when things didn't go to plan. But in some ways he always seemed so unapproachable. For example, he never talked about his private life and YN had no idea who he was outside of work. Then again, he was her boss and his private life was none of her business. But deep down she admitted that she was very interested in him.

The days flew by and she finally felt as if she had been employed by Fischer Morrow for an eternity. But who Robert Fischer really was remained a mystery.

One evening, as she was about to leave, she quietly opened the door to Fischer's office. He was sitting in front of his computer, his chin resting on his hands. "Have a nice evening, Mr Fischer." He jumped slightly, obviously not having heard her come in, but then he smiled. "Thank you, you too."

YN looked at her watch. "It's almost half past seven, don't you want to finish your work soon? Don't you have a wife waiting for you?"

Mr Fischer shrugged. "I've been divorced for a few years now, and I only see my daughter at weekends. The only thing waiting for me is an empty, dark apartment."

YN held her breath. It was the first time he had told her anything about his private life. But in the same second, he seemed to regret his words.

"No one waits for me either," she said. "Except for my cat."

Fischer raised an eyebrow with a smile. "At least that's something."

Finally she said goodbye and left the office. But all the way home, she kept thinking about her conversation with Fischer.

Was he perhaps as lonely as she was?

Tired, YN lay in bed. She didn't even have the strength to change her clothes and remove her make up. Although she wanted nothing more than to get out of that itchy, uncomfortable dress and tights. A soft meow sounded beside her and she felt something soft brush against her arm. Smiling, she pulled the cat closer and buried her face in its white fur.

Since leaving her small home village for London, she had no one to talk to. Her old friends had all left her and moved on with their own lives. Robert Fischer was the only one she spoke to regularly, though it was far from a friendship. With the cat in her arms, she turned to the other side. But what if she had feelings for him?

Maybe she should tell him. But wasn't that too much? He was still her boss, after all, and there were probably plenty of women who were interested in him.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and closed her eyes.

Robert Fischer turned curiously when he heard the quick clicking of heels in the corridor. Panting, his assistant opened the door and dropped her bag on the desk.

"Miss YN, are you okay?"

Her hair was messy, her coat hung loosely over her shoulders as if she hadn't had time to put it on properly, and her lipstick was a little smudged.

"I… overslept," she said, panting. "I'm sorry."

Fischer looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay. But it shouldn't happen again."

"Of course not, sir," she replied immediately.

He quickly disappeared into his office and returned with a thick stack of papers and a folder.

"Would you be so kind as to sort these documents alphabetically for me? They've been on my desk for days. I know it's not an exciting task."

She nodded and took the heavy pile from his hand. Fischer thanked her and hurried back to his office.

Sighing, she set to work. But with each page, she found her concentration fading and her mind wandering. Her head ached, her eyes burned and she felt incredibly tired. But she tried not to show it, kept working as hard as she could and finally put the sorted file back on Mr Fischer's desk.

Exhausted, she walked back to her office, sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. She was shivering and her ears were ringing. Was it because she had forgotten to take her medicine today?

"Miss YN?" she heard her boss' voice.

She turned immediately and forced a smile. "Yes, Mr Fischer?"

"I have an job interview scheduled for ten, would you be so kind as to prepare the conference room for it?"

"Of course, sir."

He stopped halfway and looked at Victoria questioningly. "Are you okay? You look so pale." She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Mr Fischer." Fischer looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then handed her the key to the meeting room and disappeared back into his office.

A strange feeling of dizziness spread through her head as she walked down the long corridor leading to the conference rooms.

What was wrong with her today?

When it started to get dark outside, YN finally turned off her computer and grabbed her bag. The strange dizziness had improved during the day, leading her to conclude that she simply needed a break from work. Fortunately, it was Friday. She knocked gently on Fischer's door, as she always did before leaving, to wish him a pleasant evening. He was sitting there as usual, his chin resting on his hand, deep in thought. He glanced up briefly and nodded politely, noticing her in the doorway. He looked stunningly handsome today, even after this long and exhausting day.

"I didn't ask you how the job interviews went this morning," she asked curiously. Fischer shook his head. "Terribly," he said. "None of these people I'd want in my company." His voice was cold and dismissive, and for a moment she thought he was referring to her, even though she knew he meant someone else. She smiled awkwardly and shrugged slightly. "Well, maybe the next one will be better."

Fischer remained silent.

"Have a good weekend, Mr Fischer."

"You too, Miss YN." He gave her a friendly smile.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend? I know a good restaurant, would you like to join me?" The moment she realised what she had just said, she bit her lip, her face turning red. Had she completely lost her mind? She desperately hoped he hadn't heard what she'd asked, but it was too late. She could see Fischer raise his eyebrows in confusion and stare at her.

"No, Miss YN. I'm not interested. I keep my work and personal life strictly separate." She immediately looked down, embarrassed. Thoughts raced through her mind like a rollercoaster and her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "I'm sorry, Mr Fischer, I shouldn't have asked you that." She finally grabbed her bag and left the office without another word, feeling Fischer's gaze on her back.

It was drizzling lightly as she walked through the busy streets of London. The cold air did her good and she felt her head clear a little.

Why had she done this? It had been clear from the start that a man like him would reject her. But the words had come out of her mouth as if she had completely lost control. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want to have a mental breakdown in public, even though it felt like Fischer had torn her heart into a thousand pieces. Suddenly the strange dizziness returned and her vision blurred slightly. The sounds of London became muffled, as if she were incredibly far away.

Miss YN, wait!" she suddenly heard a voice behind her that seemed to be getting closer.

She turned around. The dizziness had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Startled, her eyes widened as she saw the person in front of her - it was Mr Fischer. What was he doing here? Had he followed her? She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a hoarse stutter.

"I wanted to apologize, Miss YN. It wasn't very nice of me to brush you off like that," he said with a gentle laugh. His voice sounded strangely different, softer than usual. Wordless and spellbound, she stared into the pair of light blue eyes before her, apologetic and gentle in their expression. She knew Mr Fischer had blue eyes, but she'd never noticed how incredibly bright they were.

"It's okay, don't worry," she managed to say, her knees shaking with excitement.

"No, no, Miss YN. I'll think about the dinner offer, okay? Just because we work together doesn't mean we can't have dinner together, does it?" Fischer suggested, and she nodded slowly, then smiled.

Why this sudden change of mind?

"Well, see you soon." He waved goodbye and YN, still completely confused, raised her hand in response. But before she could form another thought, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Carefully, YN pressed the shutter on her old camera, focusing the lens on the small lake in front of her. Satisfied, she lowered it. She was confident that this snapshot would turn out well. This park was a place she often visited to clear her head and pursue her passion, photography, as it offered many beautiful subjects. Especially now, in autumn, when the trees were covered with colourful leaves and the silence was slowly descending, with only the occasional pedestrian passing by.

Her dizziness had eased a little, but not completely. Fortunately, it was Saturday and she had the whole day to herself. YN sat down on a bench under a tree that looked to be at least a hundred years old.

She sat there for a while, lost in thought. Eventually she got up and made her way to the West End. The streets of London were noisy and busy as she walked, looking for a warm place in a café and something to eat. Crowds of people rushed past her, music played from somewhere and loud voices filled the air. Exhausted, she rubbed her temples. Maybe she should have stayed home and rested.

Suddenly she held her breath as she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Dark hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Fischer. But before she could think, he had already noticed her and started to smile at her.

"Miss YN, how nice to see you! What a coincidence!"

It was the first time she had seen him in his casual clothes rather than one of his business suits. But this was no less elegant and stylish. He was wearing a well-fitting black coat, a grey knitted jumper underneath, black trousers and leather shoes. It was so strange to see him outside his office at Fischer Morrow Company. Suddenly he didn't seem so unapproachable and distant anymore.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be considering whether or not to tell her.

"I brought my little girl to her friend's house for a sleepover. She's been asking me for weeks because her mum won't let her."

"So you're a cool dad," YN replied.

Fischer rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who lets her get away with everything. We had to turn back twice because she realised she had forgotten her favourite stuffed animal and her toothbrush."

She laughed softly. In a strange way, she enjoyed him talking so openly about his life.

"Oh wow, that looks amazing. It's quite old, isn't it?" Mr Fischer pointed to the camera around her neck. "From the 1960s. But it takes incredibly good pictures for that time," she explained. Fischer seemed genuinely impressed. "Do you have more like it?"

"I have quite a few. From the 50s to the 80s, actually, and of course some modern digital cameras. Photography has been my passion since I was a child," she explained. Fischer looked at her with an interested smile. "So there's actually film in there that needs to be developed?" she nodded in confirmation. "Some photo shops still offer that service, yes."

Mr Fischer seemed genuinely interested in her hobby, asking her questions about it as they walked side by side through the streets of London. She felt incredibly comfortable in his presence and hoped he wouldn't leave so soon. Finally he pointed to the camera again. "Would you take a picture of me, please? I'd like a 60's style photo of myself." YN's heart began to race in her chest. What had he just said?

"Of course, Mr Fischer," she replied nervously. "Robert. My name is Robert," he replied. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, completely surprised. No one at Fischer Morrow Ltd called him by his first name, and outside the company she had only heard his uncle, Peter Browning, call him Robert.

"Let's find a nice spot for the photo," he said, letting his gaze wander until it settled on a beautiful fountain.

Carefully, she picked up the camera, took a few steps back and held it directly in front of Robert's face. "Smile, please," she instructed him, finally pressing the shutter.

A pedestrian who had just passed them looked at YN with a confused expression and shook his head. Frowning, she looked after him before carefully tucking the camera into her handbag.

Are you hungry?" asked Robert. "We could go to a restaurant."

Surprised, she looked at him. "I don't know…" she said hesitantly, chewing her lower lip. In fact, she had never expected to be asked such a question.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows and she could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind.

"It's just… To be honest, you told me yesterday that you were someone who kept your work and personal life strictly separate. Maybe it would be better if we did. After all, I'm your employee."

As much as she wanted to spend time with him, she was afraid of developing any more feelings for him. Robert nodded slowly and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

"I really like you. I just never wanted to show it, that's why I was so reserved with you and told you I wasn't interested in you".

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as a ton of thoughts went through her head. Robert finally nodded at her with a slightly disappointed look on his face and turned on his heel.

"Wait!" she called after him.

He stopped immediately and looked at her hopefully.

"Let's give it a try, shall we?"

YN… is that a French name?"

Robert's voice sounded slightly tipsy as he grinned curiously at her, twirling his wine glass casually in his hands. The plate in front of him was empty and he had now carefully placed the cutlery on it, waiting for a waitress to take it away.

He had taken her to a rather fancy and expensive place, the walls were dark wood panelling, the chairs were covered in red velvet and soft jazz music was playing on one of the radios. Robert looked hauntingly beautiful that night. His skin seemed incredibly soft and flawless, his jawline even more prominent, and his blue eyes shone almost ghostly in the dim light, almost like he wasn’t real…

She smiled, nodded and took a sip from her glass. "My father is French. I grew up in France but moved to England when I was 15."

He nodded with interest, rubbing his chin with his forefinger.

"And you? I heard you're Australian," she asked curiously.

Robert laughed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Well, my accent makes it obvious."

YN blushed and looked down at her plate. What a stupid question.

But Robert didn't seem to mind too much, because he started talking about his life in Sydney, how he had finally moved to London after his father's death, and she listened with interest.

But suddenly he stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. "But I'm probably just boring you."

YN immediately shook her head. "No, you're not," she told him. "I find it really interesting to find out all this about you."

At that moment a waitress came to their table with a smile and asked YN in a friendly tone if she had enjoyed her meal. But the waitress paid no attention to Robert, YN noticed with surprise. Perhaps she was just being extra polite to the lady.

YN's date pulled out a black leather purse and rummaged through it. Quickly, YN pulled a few notes out of the bag and handed them to the waitress. "Keep the change," she said.

The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, "Thank you, ma'am," she said gratefully, "have a nice evening.

Then she turned and left the table.

"You didn't have to do that," Robert said. "As a gentleman, it's actually my job to pay."

She shook her head in amusement. "I bet that's never happened to you before, has it?"

Robert shook his head and took the last drink from his glass. There was a moment of silence between them.

"All right. So what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"

She looked at him in surprise. As soon as he said the words, she felt a tingle in her stomach.

The church clock struck twelve as she crossed the street hand in hand with Robert. It was freezing, and she had pulled her scarf so far up her face that only her eyes and nose were visible. Her date looked at her with amusement. "Are you going to rob a bank?" he asked, laughing out loud.

"Shh!" she snapped at him, putting her fingers to his lips. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."

Although it was quite dark and she could only make out Robert, she knew that his typical mischievous grin was back on his face. She pulled him firmly behind her until they reached the small white building.

"Is this where you live?" Robert asked.

She put her finger to his lips for a second time until Robert stopped talking and looked silently into her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she finally stood on her toes, put her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. Robert returned the kiss without hesitation and gently pulled her into his arms. YN could hardly believe what was happening. It was everything she had secretly wanted for months. They remained like this for a moment before she finally let go of him and reached for her key.

She felt for Robert's upper arm and finally pulled him into her apartment, closing the door behind him. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him again. His lips were a little cold and tasted of wine. Together they stumbled backwards into her bedroom, taking off his coat, which she tossed carelessly to the floor.

Robert's fingers stroked carefully along her hip and fumbled a little with her belt while she was busy planting little kisses on his neck. With slightly trembling hands she pulled his jumper over his head and Robert took her hand.

"Are you nervous?" he wanted to know. She remained silent.

"Don't be," he whispered softly into her ear, taking her in his arms again and pulling her onto the bed. Breathing softly, she clung to his chest, leaned back and finally closed her eyes as she felt his warm skin against hers.

The sun shone through the half-open curtains, creating a narrow, bright streak across the floor. Blinking, she opened her eyes and stretched. But immediately a sharp pain shot through her head again and she held her forehead tiredly. Confused, she sat up and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.

But when she heard soft breathing next to her, she turned quickly and all the events of last night came back to her. Smiling, she looked over at Robert, snuggled up next to her in her beige blanket, sleeping peacefully. Tenderly stroking his messy hair, she lay down beside him again and then began to caress his chest. Perhaps what they had done was wrong. After all, they were two people who should never have fallen in love. But it had happened, and it felt so right. They remained in this position for some time, Robert asleep and YN lost in thought.

Her eyes swept through the bedroom until they settled on a small white box on her dresser. Quickly sitting up, she reached for it and put a small pill into her mouth. Eventually, Robert began to move a little beside her, opening his eyes tiredly. Smiling broadly, she gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," Robert murmured in a raspy morning voice.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, wonderfully." He yawned loudly and took her into his arms as she laid her head lovingly on his shoulder.

"Wait, what time is it?" he suddenly wanted to know.

"Quarter past ten, why do you ask?" she replied.

"Shit," Robert muttered as he let go of the hug, jumped out of the bed and started to pick up his clothes, which were strewn all over the floor.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" she asked, looking at him in confusion.

"I should've picked up my daughter by now," he replied, hurrying to get dressed.

Sighing, she pulled the blanket around her a little tighter. "Can't it wait? Can't you stay for breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure she's already waiting for me.“ Robert dodged her questions, grabbing his coat on the floor and sighing when he saw her disappointed look.

He walked slowly towards her, stroking her chin with his finger, and finally whispered: "We can catch up later." Then he put a soft kiss on her lips before turning around and disappearing through the door. She sank back into the pillows and pulled the blanket over her head.

The rest of Sunday flew by. Mostly because her mind was on Robert and she could hardly wait to see him again tomorrow at work. She had probably never looked forward to a Monday in her life as much as she did that day.

The next morning, YN carefully applied her lipstick and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She noticed that the collar of her white blouse was a little crooked and quickly adjusted it. She wanted to look her best for Robert today, so he wouldn't change his mind and lose interest in her.

Humming softly, she put on her black high heels and grabbed her handbag. She quickly put another pill into her mouth and put the box in her bag. Her headache was completely gone and her head finally felt clear and light again. In a good mood, she breathed in the fresh morning air and made her way to work.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the familiar corridor of Fischer Morrow. The lights were on in Robert's office. She ran a final hand through her hair, smoothed her blouse and opened the door to her own office.

The air was stuffy and hot. Coughing, she ran to the window and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss YN, I hope you had a nice weekend," a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Robert's face as he stuck his head through the door, as he always did.

Why didn't he call her by her first name? Confused, she stared at him, trying to form a clear sentence. "But… But… we spent it together…" her voice finally broke. Her head suddenly hurt again.

He seemed so different again. Not the Robert she had spent the weekend with, not the one who had apologised for being too rude to her, not the one who had made her laugh and told her about his life. He seemed more like the one she had worked with for months, the one who never revealed anything about himself.

"Miss YN? I haven't seen you since Friday, when you left my office after… asking me that question."

Her heart almost stopped. Suddenly her knees gave way and she sank to the floor.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Concerned, he bent down to her. "Do you want to go home and rest?"

She nodded slightly and wiped a tear from her eye, which had turned her fingers black from the carefully applied mascara. Then she got up and left the office.

At home, she lay motionless on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't think straight and her throat felt incredibly dry. The door to her room, which was only ajar, opened gently and something small and white slipped through. Sniffling, she stretched out her arms and lifted her cat onto the bed.

Everything that had happened that weekend had been fake. She had made it all up. And all of this happened because she had forgotten to take the pills she was taking for her delusions. Robert hadn't really followed her on Friday evening; it was all a figment of her imagination. While his real self was still sitting in the office, probably not thinking about her at all. Everything suddenly made sense: why Robert looked a bit different, why his voice sounded different, the waitress who ignored him on Saturday because she couldn’t actually see him, the pedestrian who gave her a confused look because she was talking to herself while taking the photo.

The photo.

She immediately got up, put on her shoes and walked to the photo shop where she had left the film to be developed. Her heart raced as the staff handed her the envelope with the photos. Trembling, she finally grabbed the Saturday night photo, without looking at it herself, and held it up to the staff's face. "What do you see?" she asked.

The young man looked at her in confusion, but remained polite. "The fountain at Piccadilly Circus. Great picture, it turned out really nice."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied, and it felt like a slap in her face. Fischer had never been there with her. Only her lonely and sad mind had led her to believe that he was interested in her and loved her. Tears welled in her eyes and she left the shop without another word. When she got home, she immediately took the white box of pills from her handbag, rushed into the kitchen, opened the box and poured the pills into the bin.

Crying and with burning eyes, she finally lay down on her bed and buried her head in the pillow as her cat purred softly beside her. She must have stayed like that for hours, as the sun began to set again outside her window. When she finally lifted her head and wiped the tears from her face, she saw a dark-haired man sitting beside her bed, looking at her lovingly with his pale blue eyes. A smile suddenly appeared on her face and she began to laugh, pulling the man into a tight embrace.

some explanations because i know that story is kinda mind-fucking:

• Is Robert Fischer all a creation of the readers mind?

- No he actually exists, he’s her boss and she‘s in love with him, so she imagines dating him.

• When is he real, when is he fake?

- The version Robert Fischer in the office is real, he turns her down when she asks him out, leaving YN heartbroken. The moment she leaves the office, she starts to imagine what it would be like if he apologised to her, so the man who follows her is just her imagination. The real Robert Fischer is still in his office at Fischer-Morrow.

When she visits the city on Saturday and meets "Robert" and goes on a date with him, it's also just her imagination. That's why other people react to her with confusion, because she's basically talking to herself all the time. On Sunday morning, when she wakes up next to him, he's still fake. When she takes her pills, he quickly "disappears" (he says he has to pick up his daughter...) because they stop her delusions.

On Monday morning, when she gets back to her office, the real Robert Fischer is there again, who hadn't seen her since he had rejected her on Friday evening.

When she gets home, she throws away her pills and her delusions begin again. The man who sat next to her on the bed and comforted her is again the imaginary version of Robert.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy ff #robert fischer #Inception #robert fischer fanfiction

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crescentmoon-flower · 1 year

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Rewatching winx season 4 for nostalgia and realizing how wierd some things are

Ep1

Why is this intro actually fire??!

Ah yes, now they're the teachers

I actually admire season 4 for allowing the protagonists to grow up

"it almost makes me miss the trix, even they were less agressive"

TECNA MY LOVE BE SASSY MORE OFTEN

Grizelda, How exactly were they supposed to know that the room has been changed?

Also, ROOM singular? Are the teachers grouped too? Why don't the girls get their own rooms?

...griselda don't encourage students to be like the winx, you don't want more girls to put themselves in mortal danger

Are the keys to the hall of enchantment custom made for each teacher? What about no fairy teachers? Do they just not get access?

Why is this hall inside a school? Actually maybe the building became a school after

WHY ARE YOU IGNORING STELLAS QUESTION FARA?

Blooms picture is in the book of fairies, Why exactly?

"A level above enchantix" and here begins the contradiction

The animation here looks wierd?

Yes bloom just walk off mid speech

Why was the wizard's painting covered?

Wait.... were they trapped in the painting? This brought up way too many questions

Awwwww,

musa ruffling rivers hair

helia being a perfect jentleman

stella poking Brandon

Oh right He's king now. Ah plot consistency, may you rest in peace

Grizeda rocks that look though ngl

No previous planning? To shame bloom, to shame.

Yeah I honestly wouldn't be all that impressed with those tricks either

Actually good lesson here, good job techna and aisha

Why don't bloom and Stella know the damn course plan?

Why is clarice saying this infront of several people?

How don't the teachers notice clarice just walk off?

How didn't Alice feel the box being put in her bag???

I like the original enchantix song more

What is the physics of that morphics surfboard?

Also Why did she use/make it? Feels useless to me

Why detonate it on the punching bag flora's turn?

Why did they have no protection in the first place? There was open fire?

Jeez, obviously alfea and cloud tower have very different punishments, the trix got away with so much worse,

...actually maybe that's why the repercussions are so harsh now

Rip alfea's barrier (season 1 episode 2)

Ogron's so pale, like did they forget to colour in his face??

And here begins anagan x flora, with a single hello

Smh flora you naïve girl, did you learn nothing in these last three years?

Gantlos has anger issues confirmed, he's the stormy of the black circle

Why the flora abuse this episode??

How exactly does that magic work? Were the wizards invisible? Or did they teleport? And if they teleported how did they know to do it right then?

They know blooms name and not her face? Even more questions...

I like this version of duman's voice, it fits him (rai's wierd accent)

I'd actually like a musa- gantlos rivalry, being immune to each others sound based spells, sounds like a good plot point

"Well that was fun"

Ogron is a masochist confirmed

..Merlin? Did he exist in the magical universe?

EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROLE LITTLE MAN, GO BACK TO SLEEP XD 🤣

...Dodging is impossible? Get Stella a basic self preservation class please

Ogrons magic is actually an interesting concept, too bad they don't use it to its full potential

Hold up are their fingers black? Why?

...but what if they last earth fairy is in alfea? Why give up on it so quick?

But why did clarice admit it?

"It's an ancient story"

Time line go brrrrr

Did faragonda give the girls an ancient important book? Why???? They didn't need the whole thing

Ep2

...I'm not saying anything on faragonda's explanation mainly because of the utter confusion and amount of questions it brings up

Musas up for a fist fight

...maybe all of roxy's confusion would have been ended if she mentioned morgana's name, the girls know she's the queen now

Again, Time line go brrrr

How does making humans belive in magic weaken the wizards? this was never actually explained? Like they still had power before humanity forgot fairies?

"Where are we even going?"

Why don't you start with, oh I don't know... EARTH???

Drama King helia, love it

Word spread to the boy's that fast? Wow

Aaaawwwww rivusa, Riven picking up musa and lifting up her mood, even if he didn't think up of it himself

Riven king of common sense

Sky's entrance was actually adorable, and hilarious

The change of music really made my heart drop for a second

Why the secrecy though? Couldn't they just go with the winx ?

When did techna copy all the books without the others knowing?

A teacher is a teachers pet

Oh poor wizgiz

WHY SO MANY TREES

oh right the pixy plot, yeah I'm not comenting on it beyond it was stupid and pointless

What luck, they just so happen to come across a randomly rare magic butterfly

"Light and darkness in perfect harmony"

And yet the tree shows only fairies?

Also what luck that roxy just so happen to be in......

Actually, theory time:

What if when daphne sent bloom through the portal aiming for earth, she opened it close to a strong magical source, Morgana.

That would make more sense that a huge coincidence of two of the only magical beings on earth being in the same city

anyways

A promise never fulfilled, I wish we actually saw roxy bond with a pixy

#winx duman #winx club #winx helia #winx aisha #winx brandon #winx ogron #winx anagan #winx gantlos #winx riven #winx rivusa #winx sky #winx tecna #winx musa #winx bloom #winx stella #winx flora #winx nabu #wizards of the black circle #reactions

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continuing this little drabble thing I did with nanamin x fem!reader cuz @queen-quintonz asked so I shall deliver lmao

Small tw: very small light mentions of blood and gojo hating on old geezers for trying to unalive the kids

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“I suppose we can call this mission done. I’ll call Ijichi to come get us.” Nanami spoke to his white haired coworker.

“Weird,old geezers, sending us on such an easy mission. Why wouldn’t they give this to the kids, ya know? Instead of trying to kill them with all those other missions.” Gojo spoke irritably.

Nanami said nothing as he started to pull out his phone. His thumb resting on the home button, waiting for it to register his fingerprint.

Gojo peered over curiously, noticing the blonde’s lockscreen. His irritation towards the elders quickly faded as glee kicked in.

He started to poke Nanami’s shoulder, “Ooooo, Nanamiiinnn!! Is that your girlfriend??” He teases the blonde, hoping for a funny reaction.

“No, that’s my wife.” Nanami says nonchalantly as if it was a common fact that everyone knew.

Gojo is taken aback, never expecting Nanami to respond with the word ‘wife’. He starts to whine, trying to get Nanami to elaborate who this mysterious woman was. However, Nanami was more focused on his phone call with Ijichi.

“Nanamiiinnn, you gotta tell me!!!”

“I’m on the phone. Yes, same location as before. We’ll be here, see you then.” He hangs up his phone and sighs, “Ijichi should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes is all I need to know about your wife!” Gojo exclaims. “Though I am kind of hurt you didn’t invite me.”

Nanami sighs again, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s technically not my wife. We aren’t officially married yet but I do see her as my wife. Therefore, I call her my wife.”

“So you’re saying I’m still invited to the wedding?”

“Yes, Gojo, you’re invited.”

Gojo slings an arm around Nanami’s shoulders. “Yes!!! I’m going to Nanamin’s and Wife’s wedding!! What’s her name anyways? And how’d you two meet? She know you’re a sorcerer? Is she a sorcerer?!”

“So many questions…” Nanami mutters under his breath. “Her name is Y/N. She does know that I’m a sorcerer, she’s one as well. That’s kind of how we met. Same occupation.” He shrugged. Nanami starts to replay his first moments with you in his head.

The way his chest fluttered around you, heat growing in his cheeks and spreading through the rest of his body, the way your hair shined in the golden hours of the sun. The prominent blush also covering your cheeks as you looked up at him. How eagerly he wanted to just pull you into his arms and never let you go but the nerves of his crush being in front of him froze him in his spot.

Nanami started to smile to himself thinking about you. It was subconscious, he never intended to smile like such a dork like that, knowing Gojo would tease him about it.

Of course, that smile didn’t slip past Gojo. Though he didn’t point it out, it just made him smile to himself as well. It made him happy to see Nanami with someone he obviously loved very dearly. Such a clenched man, so worried about his job and money finally being able to let his shoulders rest just from the mere thought of his soon to be wife.

Both of the men were interrupted when Ijichi finally rolled up to the curbside in a black car. Gojo and Nanami made their way into the backseats.

“Ijichi! Did you know that Nanami had a wife?!” Gojo wasted no time exclaiming.

“Eh?” Ijichi asked startled, “But I was sure Ms. Y/N and Nanami weren’t married yet? Please don’t tell me I missed the wedding…” he lowered his voice, concerned he was going to get a scolding.

“We aren’t. I just call her my wife. You didn’t miss anything, don’t worry. Gojo is just being an idiot.” Nanami corrects Ijichi, putting the poor man at ease.

“Eeehhh??? You know Y/N, Ijichi???” Gojo asked, scooting up to the edge of his seat to question the driver.

“Yes, I’ve met her before. Such a nice lady. I’ve driven her to a few of her mission before. She was always so polite, even if she was hurt.” Ijichi starts to laugh to himself a little, recalling a moment you had stumbled into the car with a bad wound, bleeding on the seats. “She kept apologizing for making a ‘mess’. I was so concerned at the moment but looking back at it, it was quite funny how apologetic she was despite her condition.”

Nanami smiles to himself and lightly scoffs, “That does sound like something she would do.”

“I want to meet her!” Gojo starts to whine, “She seems like fun! Nanamin, you gotta introduce her to me one day, ‘kay?”

Nanami makes no remark to Gojo then starts to feel his phone vibrate. As if on cue, you were calling him, your face now taking up the screen again with the contact name “Wife💛” bright on the screen.

“Hey, Darling.” Nanami quickly answers as Gojo excitedly bounced around in his seat. “Yeah, I’m on my way back. Should be there in about thirty.”

“Hi, Y/N! I’m Gojo Satoru!!! Your husband’s super attractive coworker!! Let’s met up sometime!!! I’d love to meet you!!!” Gojo starts to shout obnoxiously into the phone.

“Oh. Um. Hi, Gojo. Uh, sure! I’ll make sure Kento and I visit you one day!” Your voice chimes out faintly through the phone.

“See you soon, Y/N. Love you too.” Nanami quickly hangs up the phone and looks back at Gojo who was clearly very proud of himself. “Was that really necessary?”

“Yes. It was. I’m meeting your wife and that’s final.”

Nanami sighs once more as Ijichi stifles his laughter.

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