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kaciidubs · 6 months

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Walking in on Roommate! Chan

❣ Summary: Random hard thought of accidentally walking in on your roommate, Chris, while he's masturbating. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 928 ❣ Warnings: Non!Idol AU, Roommate! Chris, fluff, slice of life, slight humor, slight smut; masturbation and being caught, embarrassing moments turned funny ❣ ❣ Gender Neutral! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris and Channie, mention of Jisung, Felix, Jeongin, and Changbin, barely edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Pt. 2

You should have knocked - you knew your manners, you knew the sanctity of privacy when living with a roommate, but in all honesty this wasn't your fault.

You'd heard him talking over the phone not too long ago, you could hear the sound of laughter and the mention of Jisung's name which meant it wasn't a serious call.

All you needed was the answer to a question; you just wanted to know if he wanted to host another game night at the apartment for your collective friends.

"Hey, Channie, can I ask-"

Pushing the door open, you were met with the sight of your roommate - your funny, silly, hot, attractive roommate - laid back on his bed with his joggers tugged to his knees and his dick in his fist.

Holy Shit.

His head was tossed back against the headboard of his bed, black hair beautifully messy and pretty lips parted with his tongue poking out between them.

Holy shit.

Emphasis lingered on was, as his head snapped up and the eyes that were once closed were now glued to you standing in the open doorway of his room watching him jack off.

Your name flew from his mouth with a shout, the embarrassed shock on his face was evident, but it all seemed to melt away when his breath caught - gaze faltering with fluttered blinks.

"Fuck- Wait- S-Shit-"

It didn't take you long to realize what was happening, and your hands flew to your face to preserve whatever privacy was left for you both.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Oh my god- I'm so sorry!"

Blinded by the almost painful way you squeezed your eyes shut, and the added weight of your hands, you did your best to block out his panted breaths while navigating your way out of the doorway; slamming your shoulder against the frame as you ran back down the hall.

The door was left open but the damage had already been done, shouting another apology as you swung yourself into your room.

"I'm sorry!"

Two hours.

Two hours of hiding away in your room before the incessant growling of your stomach forced you out into the open - if you could just grab a bag of chips, you would be fine, you could go back to pretending whatever you just saw was a trick of your mind.

However, life seemed to enjoy laughing in your face as you ventured into the kitchen to see Chris already standing there, fingers drumming against the countertop.

Noticing your presence, he stood straight, staring at you as if you were an easily frightened animal - worried that if he moved in the slightest way, he'd scare you off.

"Uh, hey."

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, "Hey."

Normal.

All you needed to do was act normal and push away the mental image of your best friend in the throws of pleasure, the way his face looked or the way his shivering breaths played on loop in the back of your mind.

"I ordered takeout-"

"I'm sorry I saw your dick."

Great.

You smacked your forehead with a loud groan, "I didn't mean to just blurt that out! Oh my fucking god, Chris, I'm so, so sorry - this whole thing is so embarrassing."

The burden of your anguish was curbed by the sound of his high squeaks of laughter, prompting you to peek between your fingers to see him leaning against the counter for support.

"I- It's-" Steadying himself with a deep breath, he looked at you with warm eyes, "It's okay, really - it's my fault for not locking the door, you know? Think of it as payback for me accidentally walking in on you in the shower that one time."

You couldn't help the burst of laughter that rose from the memory, "You were half asleep, that's not the same!"

"So what?! I still walked in - I didn't even think about the steam until you screamed, I almost had a heart attack!"

The mental replay of him jumping like a frightened cat made you laugh harder - to this day you were both still surprised that your neighbors didn't call the cops from how loud you screamed.

Soon the once tense atmosphere was warm and comfortable, familiar, and you found yourself settling back into your usual self.

"Really though," smiling softly, you stepped further into the kitchen and leaned against the opposite side of the island, "I'm sorry, I should've knocked, I heard you talking to Ji earlier and thought you were still free."

Chris waved his hand passively, giving you a dimpled smile, "Like i said, don't worry about it - I've experienced worse, trust me." Mirroring your slouched position, he cocked his head to the side, "Did you want to ask me something, though? I heard you say my name before the whole, you know, incident."

Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment before you gasped, "The game night! I wanted to know if we could do another game night with the guys! Felix and Jeongin asked me about it and I told them I'd ask you when you weren't busy."

"Of course, what?! I've been dying to get back at Changbin for his cheap win at Smash!" A knock at the door interrupted him before he could dive into his plan for revenge and he sprung up, "Let me pay for the food then we can set up a date for it, yeah?"

Nodding happily, you watched as he headed for the front door and let out a sigh of relief, happy that your dynamic remained unphased through the minor slip up.

...Right?

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lovebugism · 1 year

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✶ ┄ I LIKE YOUR FACE !

summary: eddie and his cynical eyes have a confession to make pairing: eddie munson / f!reader word count: 0.7k a short and sweet lil thing warnings: just tooth rotting fluff <3 a/n: i need this man like i need to breathe at this point ..

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“I like your face,” Eddie confesses in the faintest, gentlest murmur a loudmouth like him can muster.

It hangs in the humid air of both your breaths and lingers beneath the thin sheet looming over the two of you. He smells faintly of beer and weed and the mint gum he chewed in attempts to get rid of it all, and you of the chocolate chip cookies you scavenged from his pantry like a person starved.

It’s getting hot and harder to breathe beneath the covers, in this impenetrable fortress you’d made out of blankets as old as the both of you. From where your legs are twisted together like pretzels, you can feel skin going sticky with a fine sheen of sweat. But neither of you are eager to leave; to pierce the bubble of peace surrounding his stained mattress like a summer cloud, with the both of you upon it.

You want this moment to last as long as the universe will allow it to.

You grow somehow warmer at the compliment. You tuck your face into the pillow beneath your head in a fruitless attempt to run away from his words.

Eddie’s hand rises from where it was twisted in the thin cotton of your t-shirt — an oversized piece of Blondie merch from a few years back he picked up for you at a thrift store; “Made me think of you,” he shrugged like it was normal for him to exist and see bits of you all around him.

His fingers crawl into your hair and settle at the roots, resting between the strands like they were made to do it. It sends a soft tingle down your spine.

You fear if you close your eyes for too long, you’ll fall asleep. That frightens you. It means, when you wake up, that this nirvana will be a memory.

You shift your head on the cushion to peek one eye over at him, all shy and cheeks pink with it.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” you wonder aloud. It sounds more pathetic leaving your mouth that it did jumbling around in your head.

You can’t help it, though. You need to hear it more than you need to breathe. Of course, I do. You’re the prettiest thing these cynical eyes have ever seen.

Eddie doesn’t say that. Not any of it. Not even close.

He only shrugs and juts his lip out like he’d never thought about it once. “I guess so,” he concludes. “If you want me to.”

Maybe he feels you stiffen from next to him. Or maybe he hears the way your breath catches in your throat. Perhaps it’s all of those things and the flash of hurt that strikes across your features like lightning. Because Eddie goes lax with a sigh, realizing how it sounded coming out of his mouth — more pathetic than yours.

He was never a wiz with words. That’s probably why he can’t seem to pass Ms. O’Donnell’s. Give him a D&D board, a beat up journal, and a campaign idea and he’s golden. But put a pretty girl in front of him and a heart so full he’s scared it might burst and he’s done for.

“It’s more than that, though,” he whispers. The breath of his admission brushes featherlight across your cheek. “It’s more than beauty... There’s a— I don’t know— like, a kindness to your face, you know? You look at me so soft sometimes, and no one’s… No one’s ever looked at me that way before. 'S nice.”

You feel your throat run dry like a barren creek at his honesty.

You’re not sure how he can say any of this with the way he’s looking at you.

His got this lopsided smile on his lips, pink and wet from where his tongue darted out to wet the chapped skin. His cheeks are splotched with red from the heat of the trailer and the blanket that nurses the two of you into the warmth of its velvet arms. Bathed in an amber light that seeps from his lamp and through the thin sheets, his gaze twinkles like that of a glimmering moon.

The entire universe swims in his eyes, and he’s looking at you with them. You're grateful for the chance to float in their infinity.

A kind face, you think to yourself. Hmm.

You’d never thought about it like that before. Albeit, you were never the kindest to yourself. That’s why you so often sought affirmation from the boy beside you, who held all his love in his hands and so-called cynical eyes.

Sometimes you didn’t think you were pretty, let alone beautiful. But kind? Soft? That’s so much better.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #published by bug #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble

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mageknight14 · 6 months

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What It Means to be Friends: The Differences between Neku/Beat and Rindo/Fret

I’m feeling in the mood for another TWEWY analysis post and for today’s topic of discussion, this will be centered around Beat and Neku’s friendship in comparison to Rindo and Fret’s own and how they contrast in very interesting ways that are reflective of their respective game's writing styles.

I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that Neku and Beat didn’t exactly get off to the best start in the beginning of their relationship in the original. Hell, if anything, they flat out disliked each other. Beat saw Neku as nothing more than an emotionally distant asshole who made his little sister feel bad for trying to help him out and Neku saw Beat as nothing more than an overly emotional idiot who’s way too energetic for his own good and initially wants nothing to do with him.

There are little cracks that start to form in the walls between them, however, where their respective duos start coming together to help each other out in the Game and they start to form a little friendly rivalry between them. Mostly on Beat’s side since Neku could care less. However, that bit of bonding gets interrupted by a cruel twist of fate: Rhyme’s sacrifice and subsequent erasure. In which Beat, in a mix of grief and desperation to save his little sister, begs to and subsequently joins the Reapers, much to Neku and Shiki’s shock.

And then, Kitaniji asks Beat to do one task to show his dedication to the Reaper cause: kill Neku! (and Joshua). Initially, Beat tries to draw upon his dislike of Neku from the start of the game to motivate himself into completing his task but he just can’t go through with it no matter what, a feeling that only gets worse when Neku gives him Rhyme’s pendant that he dropped, thus invalidating Beat's previous resentment towards him. Seeing Neku go out of his way to return something precious to Beat even after he had antagonized him throughout the week causes Beat to drop his animosity completely and the next time we see him, he’s rescuing Neku from a unwinnable scenario by becoming his partner in Week 3.

From then on, we see Neku and Beat’s dynamic start to become more whole, opening up to each other more and helping the other through their struggles and ultimately culminating with them becoming genuine friends by the end. By the time W3 starts, they’re the only actual Players left in the Game, in the middle of a life-or-death situation, AND have the entirety of the UG after them due to Kitaniji activating Emergency Call. With circumstances like those, it’s no wonder they become as thick as thieves. Beat relies on Neku to help keep his head on straight and set him on the right path so that his temper and rash personality doesn’t end up screwing them over when things get rough, something Beat can't afford whatsoever when it comes to his mission of trying to save Rhyme.

Likewise, Neku relies on Beat to help keep his feet moving instead of allowing him to wallow in his own head when aspects such as Hanekoma potentially becoming the Composer becomes emotionally and be strong enough to catch him when he stumbles and falls. On top of that, he also trusts Beat’s emotional intelligence and honesty in matters such as when Beat convinces him to spare Uzuki and Kariya.

You see this dynamic persist in NEO as well even after all of the time they spent separated, in which Beat is heavily implied to have physically searched for Neku throughout all of Shibuya (remind you of anything?) and even take up some of his aspects, like the headphones, to honor his friend. And considering how Neku has helped him save his little sister and supported him when the chips were down, it's honestly no wonder.

Beat even flat out admits to Nagi that he was in some measure putting up a front to mask his fears and doubts and is quite calmer when Neku is around compared to NEO’s weeks 1-2. Not that his hot-blooded energy is gone but he notably isn’t as prone towards picking fights or shouting. Meanwhile, Neku is out of the loop after having been away for three years but Beat is again there to pick him up where he falters and help guide him around. The two of them are best friends through and through.

By contrast, we have Rindo and Fret, whose dynamic is quite different from Neku and Beat’s but is nonetheless just as well-written. I think the start of the game does an excellent job at setting up their relationship, where their early dynamic is fully on display in which Fret drags Rindo around and Rindo just casually goes with it despite internally bitching and moaning along the way. Like Beat and Neku, their friendship is mutually beneficial towards the other but in a much more casual and "shallow" way that’s very interesting.

They both want to be around one another in order to cover up for each other’s faults and their flaws feed into a loop that prevents the friendship advancing so that they don’t have to try but when it actually comes under serious strain, the flaws are exposed. Rindo being closed-off and content with just letting things stay on the surface level is perfect for Fret since he doesn't need to address his true feelings whatsoever and also fulfills his desire for someone to talk to because Fret is a pretty social guy and the class clown, letting him ignore his own problems. For Rindo, Fret allows him to also fulfill his desire for social companionship while not digging too deep and delude himself into thinking he’s autonomous and avoid the hurdles that comes with decision-making, which Fret is aware of and fine with because he’s more of a follower. The restaurant choice at the beginning of the game is a perfect example of this. At first glance, you think it’s just Rindo making a choice until you realize that it’s mainly Fret narrowing down the choices for Rindo without his input and he’s perfectly okay with that.

You also see this pop up again when Fret makes Rindo the leader of the group ALSO without his input so that he doesn’t have to get emotionally invested in the role and put the spotlight on himself. And initially, both are content with this and continue this dynamic throughout the first week of the Game, that is until shit hits the fan in Week 2. With the stakes becoming far more apparent and serious than they initially thought, and having to start another Game after getting cheated out of their victory, along with Sho just flat out ditching them and leaving the team to fend for themselves, tensions start to rise high between Rindo and Fret, which this ends up putting a strain on their relationship and we see the flaws in the friendship get exposed.

They start becoming more casually dismissive of each other’s interests whereas before they were just cool with whatever with Rindo not giving any regard to Fret’s interest in fashion and Fret mocking Rindo’s friendship with Swallow out of frustration, where Fret is pushing for Rindo to do anything regarding them considering Swallow's obvious involvement in the Game, and Rindo doesn’t want them to get upset so he pushes the issue away for later. Whereas Rindo is getting frustrated with Fret's self-defeatist attitude while not doing anything to help out with the situation that they're in, thus having them go back-and-forth and arguing with one another.

What makes this hit harder in hindsight is that this aspect was always apparent when you look back at the beginning. They bicker, like, a lot and the most noticeable example in W1 is the Nagi argument, where Rindo doesn’t see how she can help, worried about being held down by strangers, while Fret pushes for recruiting her, worried about having to handle a tougher burden on his own.

The part where they were in the ramen shop at the start of the game also does a good job at setting up this kind of relationship. Fret didn't know that Rindo played FanGO or was friends with Swallow, which heavily implies that they don't know that much about each other before entering the Game and later on, you see how Rindo constantly keeps Fret at arm’s length and opens up mainly to Swallow while Fret didn’t even talk to Rindo about his best friend that committed suicide. And in Week 2, these aspects become far more pronounced and the two become far more prone to taking passive-aggressive shots towards one another, culminating in their argument at the end of W2D4. I think what Rindo says to Fret in particular here is pretty telling of how he doesn't think that Fret is taking the situation seriously in spite of him actually showing otherwise what with his constant prodding. It's also hilariously indicative of Rindo's hypocrisy considering how he's constantly relying on others' input before making any actual decisions on his own, such as with Swallow in the very next scene and the day after.

However, despite all of this, they still do genuinely care for each other. Rindo’s first use of Replay was spurred on via wanting to save Fret from getting flattened by a truck and Fret is always pushing Rindo towards becoming more and more decisive in small ways. Most notably, when everyone except for Rindo gets erased by Soul Pulvis and he’s the only one to make it back to the UG, who’s the first one he calls out and tries to look for? Fret.

I’ve seen some people complain about how Rindo and Fret’s friendship doesn’t feel especially deep when compared to some of the other relationships in the series when I’d argue that’s the entire point. They’re not childhood friends who know every single thing about each other from the start unlike some JRPGs out there or a duo who starts off hating one another before gradually becoming closer to one another due to the stakes of the situation they’re in. They’re really casual school friends who keep each other at arms’ length out of an attempt to keep themselves protected. Their relationship is interesting to analyze because it's layered, much like a real friendship would be, due to them dealing with their own personal issues. And yet it never feels like one can just call it shallow or deep and have either be a definite despcriptor, just a well developed bond. Fret is still reeling from his previous best friend’s suicide and Rindo has social anxiety out the ass so their bond makes perfect sense.

And on top of that, they do gradually become closer to one another. Fret starts taking Rindo’s interests more seriously, even becoming disgusted at Motoi on Rindo’s behalf and sad for him as well as showing understanding to him concerning his Swallow situation.

And Rindo starts taking Fret more seriously as a person, with W3D3 being a prime example. He brings up the possibility that Kanon is acting strangely and might be possessed, brings up calm, rational points that the others have no choice but to agree to and doesn’t try to force Fret to keep his feelings for her down, rationalizing that there might just be another way to save her and assuring him that it’s ultimately Fret’s choice because he respects his input. And when Fret shows up anyway to try and save Kanon, he doesn't hesitate to support his buddy in his endeavors and does his damndest to help. On top of that, he becomes far more supportive towards Fret’s interests, particularly with EleStra, and is happy for him.

I think that shift from the ingenuine to genuine is what NEO excels at with its character relationships and by the end, you can really see Rindo and Fret really coming together as friends that genuinely respect and trust one another.

Neku and Beat’s friendship is much more bombastic and in-your-face while Rindo’s and Fret’s friendship relies on the more little details and I think both work well for their respective game and themes. You have the story of a distant and hostile kid having developed into a more personable young man using his lessons to relate with a seemingly gruff and bullheaded guy only to find a shockingly self aware young man who hates himself and lost his only support become more sure of himself vs. the story of two seemingly close friends grinding against each other due to their underlying issues surfacing, deepening their bond through their honesty and growing self-awareness. The first is more conventionally written while the second is a bit more subtle and requires deeper inspection in order to get the full picture.

#twewy #the world ends with you #neo twewy #ntwewy #rindo kanade #neku sakuraba #daisukenojo bito #beat bito #tosai furesawa #fret furesawa #analysis post

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Carpe Noctem 21

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

As you come home, the house is seemingly empty. You sneak up to the guest room and tuck your bag beside the bed, your apron buried inside. After a long day of steaming milk and trying to perfect your latte art, you don’t have the energy to reveal the truth. It’s better he doesn’t know. He’d agree, he probably doesn’t even care.

That’s your real problem. You just need to accept that other people don’t care as much as you. That’s not a flaw in you, it just means you need to adjust your expectations. Or maybe just see things for what they are. Honesty would save you a lot of disappointment.

You go downstairs and lazily pluck out ingredients from the pantry and fridge. You always found cooking relaxing. A clear goal with small steps. Not to mention, the kitchen is much bigger than your boxy apartment. You’ll enjoy the luxury while you can.

You fill the pot and the aromas mingle fragrantly, tugging at your stomach. Even after tasting nearly every dessert in the cafe, you’re starving. You stir the mixture and open the bag of tortilla chips nestled away in the cupboard.

“Don’t eat those all,” Lloyd startles you.

You look at him over your shoulder, “won’t. They’re just to go with the soup.”

“Soup?” He glances at the stove and you pull down two bowls.

“Tortilla soup. My specialty.”

“Really? I was just going to order from The Duke.”

“That’s expensive,” you say, “there’ll be lots of leftovers so–”

“Leftovers?”

“Save some money–”

“Not really something I’m worried about, baby cakes,” he crosses the kitchen and sniffs emphatically at the stove, “tomato-ey.”

“Well, if you don’t like it, I can freeze it. I’ll take it for lunch–”

“Why are you doing this?” He asks abruptly.

“Why am I… cooking?”

“Yes.”

“Well, because we need to eat,” you say as if it’s obvious.

“We? You’re… not my mother. Or wife.”

“Clearly,” you agree. “I’ll replace the ingredients. Sorry, I just thought… maybe a nice gesture since I’m staying here.”

“Nice gesture. I got a few of those in mind but they don’t include a hot stove.”

You glance over at him. Right, yeah, you’re a body to him, not anything else. You realise now, it was the same with Johnny. You were just a thing to him. You cleaned up, you cooked, but he never really looked after you.

“The soup won’t take long,” you assure him.

He takes a breath and sighs, drawing close, looming over you as you take out the cheese shredder. He watches as you unwrap the cheese and grate it. You don’t know what else to do but keep going. You feel like you’ve crossed some line you can’t see.

“I just want us to be clear,” he taps his fingers on the counter, “this isn’t… serious. Us, I mean. There’s no us. Not outside the bedroom. Got it?”

You frown, “I know that. I’m not stupid. And I certainly am not interested in that.”

He’s quiet as he drags his hand off the counter. He exhales, “good to know. We understand each other.”

“We do,” you nod.

You wrap up the unused cheese. As you do, he reaches to steal a pinch of the shredded cheese. You instinctively swat his hand away and he recoils.

“Eh,” he shoves the cheese in his mouth.

“You didn’t wash your hands,” you accuse him.

“You’ve had worse than my hands near your mouth–”

“Jeez,” you huff, “you’re going to make a mess.”

You move the plate of cheese across the counter and tidy up the few stray pieces across the counter. You toss them in the pin and take a cloth to wipe down the marble. He lurks, pacing around the kitchen.

“I’ll have extra chips with mine,” he nears the door, pausing as you sense him watching you but don’t look. “I’ll figure out dessert, baby face.”

🍷

The next day you don’t bother making yourself coffee. You’ll have more than your share at the cafe. You dress and leave at the usual time, parking a block away from the shop and walking the rest of the way.

As you approach, you see Cole ahead of you. He unlocks the front door and glances over with a smile. He waves as he tugs with his other hand. He turns his attention back to the door and struggles to dislodge the keys.

You come close and watch him wiggle and jiggle the key ring.

“Dang thing gets stuck every day,” he shakes his head.

“Can I try?” You offer.

“Sure,” he steps back,throwing his hands up in exasperation, “not as strong as I look, I guess.”

You don’t comment. He’s tall and even under his corduroy jacket, you can tell he’s in good shape. You grab the end of the key and give it a small wiggle, sliding it out easily. Not much force, just a bit of finesse.

“You don’t have to be strong,” you offer him the keys, “just have to coax it a little.”

“Thanks,” he takes the keys, his fingers brushing yours, “you’re a godsend. I swear. I think… call me crazy, but last night I was telling my ma that you were sent to us for a reason.”

“You did?” You ask as he reaches around you to open the door, waving you in ahead of him.

You enter and he follows, pulling the door shut to lock from the inside.

“Oh, yeah, I mean, I’ve been interviewing like crazy. Most of the staff lasts a day and gives up but I can tell… you’re committed,” his sleeve touches yours as he passes, putting his passenger bag on the countertop as he stretches and looks around, “well, you want a coffee before we go through opening?”

“I’d love that but I can wait if–”

“Nah, we got plenty of time,” he interjects, “besides, that’s one of the steps. We do a batch medium and dark roast before opening so we’re ready to serve when doors open.”

“Oh, makes sense,” you peer around and set to taking the chairs down of the tables and set them right.

“I’ll get those,” he insists, “please. Lady’s shouldn’t be doing all that.”

You hesitate as you place another chair on its legs. You glance over at him as moves behind the counter. The comment isn’t exactly HR friendly but you don’t think he means anything. He’s just the type who likes to wear shining armor.

“I don’t mind.”

“I do,” he insists as he approaches the till, “come on. Let’s make the coffee.”

You step away from the tables. He is your boss. You go around the counter into the narrow space behind it. You forgot how cramped it is here.

“You wanna put your stuff in my office?” He asks as he prods the bag slung from your shoulder, “I’ll get this warmed up.”

“Oh, I guess…”

Here, the brass key,” he hands over the keyring, “you can leave those on the desk.”

“Right.”

You take the keys and go through the kitchen and turn into the small hallway between that and the storage room. You go to the office door with the peeling paint and the worn side that reads management. This place needs a lot of work.

You let yourself into the office and set the keys on the corner of the desk. You put your coat and bag in the chair against the wall, eyeing the picture of a younger Cole and who you assume are his parents. The backdrop is grassy and bright. He’s smiling that same sunshiny smile. You wonder how he’s held onto that.

You close the door behind you as you head back. You can hear him humming as you come down the hallway. Is that Frankie Valli?

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #cole turner #the club #au #drabble #series #carpe noctem #the gray man #ghosted

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mintymarabell · 1 year

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Hi,if you still doing requests,

I want to ask you, what would the yautja mate would think about human things, like video games and ice cream and that kind of thing.

Idk i think they would be like a little kitten amazed for the new world

By the way: sorry for my bad inglish, its not my first lenguage, and ¿how are you?

Elder yautja with human things

A/n: Please don’t apologize it’s okayy! I am doing quite swell, thank you for asking.

Ice cream

He gets a brain freeze 100%.

He’ll get some old man flavor like mint chocolate chip or just butter pecan.

He’ll eat the cone first and then the ice cream.

If he’s old enough he probably doesn’t run AS HOT as he used to so I like to think after he eats the ice cream he gets all chilly and bundles up under a blanket with you cuddled up to his chest.

Video games

He doesn’t understand why you’d wanna spend hours farming and making a house when it isn’t even real.

He’s the type to let you spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on in game items, he’ll be reluctant but can’t say no when you bat your eyelashes at him.

He tried it one day and almost smashed your whole gaming set, he couldn’t figure out where the space bar was and ended up killing your character.

A puppy or kitten

He will honesty hate it. It’s taking your attention away from him, he hates that. Not to mention the thing snuggles up to your chest leaving no room for him.

It would be funnier if the animal hated him, swatting or growling at him every time he got too close to you.

As soon as you leave though, maybe out into the city for the day you’ll come back to your mate asleep in the recliner with your little pet curled up on his chest.

Makeup

He was confused when you put on all these different shades, he’ll end up asking his son who will probably say it’s to attract mates or something.

Your mate will be DEVASTATED. He’ll be sitting there watching you put it on like “am I not enough?”

All you have to do is tell him it’s for him or maybe even yourself. All will be forgiven and he’ll trap you in a big bear hug, it’ll scare it out of his skin when he pulls away to see your face of makeup imprinted onto his chest.

#yautja #yautja x reader #elder yautja #monster #monster boyfriend #so cute #yautja boyfriend #old man yautja #yautja stuff #yautja yes

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tojisun · 8 months

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till the end of time

jake sully x fem na’vi reader

!! fluff and smut - minors dni; slight dumbification but it’s super slight; praise kink; kind of cockwarming; age gap (mid 20s vs late 30s); daddy issues // 1.1k words

: speeding through this during my break bc happy birthday king 😭🫶🏼; hows jake not 40 i need him 40; im so in love w this man; this is purely self-indulgent pls dont mind me (although i hope you guys would still luv it!!); title from blue jeans - lana

jake blinks, trying to take in the view. he turns to you, watching the way you fidget under his stare, your cheeks turning a beautiful hue of purple as your shyness kicks in.

“love?” he asks, clearing his throat when it cracks. he sees you smile at hearing his choked up voice and and jake moves to stand beside you when your silence drags on. “c’mon sweetheart, wanna hear your pretty voice.”

you huff, rolling your eyes at him, apparently still not used to his compliments. jake wonders how you could even doubt him – you are so fucking beautiful.

(he spent days posturing against the other suitors who wanted you, proving to everyone that what you needed was a capable mate. not a boy who is still wet behind his ears or a young warrior who can only hunt a yerik at best. you needed someone who’s competent, someone who can spoil you rotten – you needed someone like him.

getting to hear you say you love him back almost made him catatonic. it’s all he ever wanted, and yet it seemed too good to be true. but isn’t that who you are? too beautiful, too kind, too smart to be true? but there you were, beaming like the sun, pouring your heart out to him.

jake remembers shaking as he took you in his arms, tucking you under his chin and telling you, “god, baby, i fucking love you too.”).

“it’s for you, skxawng,” you say, giggling. then, you pause, breathing in deeply, before whispering, “happy birthday, ma’jake.”

(jake doesn’t remember the last time he celebrated his birthday with someone, or celebrated it at all. the days hadn’t stopped blending together, piling them into immeasurable hours of loneliness.

it was a lot better here in pandora – concrete and cold metal replaced with the tenderness of nature; indifference chased away by unabashed honesty. the people love beautifully, jake knows, but it seemed like even that could not chip away the cold settling in his chest.

then, you came into his life, bright like a star and gentle like the wind. and, just like that, jake no longer remembers how it is to be alone, to not live without love. to not have a life without you.)

jake can almost feel himself choke with the weight of his love and he crosses past the beautiful spread laid out before the two of you and wraps you in his arms. your laugh rings within the space you two share and jake feels his cheeks straining at the stretch of his smile.

“you make me the happiest man in the universe right now, sweet girl,” he says, pressing his lips on the crown of your head, breathing you in. he sways you two, dancing to the tune of the forest, the sound of home, and jake thinks this must be the happiest he’ll ever be.

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“jesus, baby girl,” jake groans, burrowing his face on the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps rising across your skin. “fuckin’ you really makes me feel young again.”

you giggle at his words, jolting you out of the throes of your pleasure. you smack at his shoulder, squealing when jake sinks his fangs into your skin in retaliation.

“jake, please!” you squirm, his weight pressing down onto you deliciously. you feel his tail loop around your ankle, holding tight, and you huff when jake refuses to budge.

your hand rises, ready to deliver another smack, when jake begins to move. there is so little space for him to use, and yet it doesn’t seem to deter him – his hips press close to your pelvis, almost melding his skin into yours, rolling them slowly, torturously, the thick head of his cock digging into your spasming walls.

your words fail you, drawn out moans purring from the base of your throat. your eyes roll back into your skull, your vision spinning until all you can see is white. your sensitive ears ring with static and yet it all sounds so muted. distant. it’s so good, it’s too much.

“oh, yawne,” jake’s croon pierces through the whirlpool of pleasure crashing into you. “did i break you, sweetheart?”

you respond, you think. you are unsure, too busy clenching around jake’s cock, savouring the feeling of being filled.

he chuckles, something that is too soft for what he’s doing to you.

“i did, ‘lright.” jake noses along your neck, mingling his scent with yours. “what did this old man do to ever deserve you?” your head lolls to the side at his prompting, your breath hitching at feeling jake’s tongue lapping along the bruises he made.

“you’re not old,” you sniffle, screwing your eyes shut again when jake pulls out slowly. you feel your walls clamping down onto his cock in protest and you whine, mirroring your body’s desires, clawing his back at the dizzying pleasure.

jake’s muffled laughter reverberates from where his mouth is pressed onto your skin. “shh, sweetheart, i’ll make you feel good, i promise.”

jake shifts slightly, pulling himself up from your front and instantly, coolness slithers in the slight space between you two. you already miss his warmth, his weight. you pout up at him but jake just shakes his head, pitching forward to place a soft kiss on your temple.

“my needy mate,” jake says, his voice heavy with tenderness. your heart flutters at the sound, feeling your cheeks burn at his attentive gaze. his lips part, a quiet gasp escapes as he watches you, then he surges forward and kisses you.

the kiss is messy, rushed, like jake is trying to claim every part of you - from your breath to your heartbeats. you nip at his bottom lip, eager to mirror his fervour, giggling as you swallow jake’s responding groan. his hands leave your hips to cup your jaw, both thumbs rubbing just below your eyes, gentle, unlike the frantic kiss.

your lips are throbbing when he finally pulls away, his forehead bumping yours. you hear his smile more than you see it, and you feel yourself following, quiet laughter spilling between yourselves, mingling with the air.

the desperation and the crashing desire to mate ebbs into something softer. something more tender. the passion is still there, the intensity burning from deep within, but it is echoing ever so gently, like time stopped and all that’s left is the two of you.

“i love you, ma’jake,” you tell him, your stomach flipping like you are confessing all over again.

jake presses a soft kiss on your lips. “i love you more, sweetheart,” he says, like always.

#suns.f #jake sully x reader #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully x reader fluff #jake sully avatar #dilf jake sully #jake sully #suns #head in my hands - god i want him #i need him

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darth-mortem · 3 months

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Finally, I wrote a new text for my English lessons! It's about all TF 141, and it's funny and a little hot.

In this fic Captain Price started a fight for the purity of the language in TF 141 before the visit of generals with inspection. 1846 words.

TW: obscene language

Captain Price went to look for his soldiers around the base and expectedly found them in the smoking area. They chased the rookies away and sat down on the benches with cups of tea and coffee. To tell the truth, they had the right to rest: TF 141 had just returned from the mission in the morning. Therefore, the captain didn’t focus on the behavior of his soldiers, but instead he said something else.

“Well, well, lads,” Price said as he looked at them, lighting his cigar. “An inspection commission is coming to our base in four days. So I want you to watch your language and to stop cursing.”

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“Oh, shit!” Gaz exclaimed.

“Fucking hell,” Ghost shook his head.

“Oh, thay kin awa’ and chew mah banger!” Soap added, and aggressively sipped his coffee.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” Price said, sighing heavily.

All four looked at each other, and then Soap rolled his eyes and let out a loud groan.

Of course, Price understood that a request and even an order wouldn’t be enough to achieve such a difficult goal as purity of language. That’s why he resorted to some measures that could help. When Ghost, Soap, and Gaz returned to their task force’s break room, they saw a jar with a label in Price’s handwriting on it.

“One curse—one quid,” Gaz read and turned to the others. “Hey, mates, what the fuck?”

“You cursed,” Ghost said thoughtfully, “so you have to put a quid in this bloody jar.”

“Ye too, Lt.!” Soap laughed. “Yer stupid arseholes, guys!”

Simon and Kyle stared at him, and Johnny suddenly stopped laughing. Then each of them threw a coin into the jar in dead silence. Of course, they all had something to say, but no one wanted to part with the money, so the lieutenant and two sergeants stayed quiet. That’s how they were found by Price, who went into the room to make himself a cup of tea.

“Oh, I see you’ve already figured out how it works,” the captain said, turning on an electric kettle.

“Actually not at all,” the lieutenant answered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do we have to bring coins here if we curse outside the room?”

“Of course you are, Simon,” Price said. “I count on your honesty, lads.”

“Oh, shit,” Gaz sighed sadly.

“Hey! Watch your fucking language, Kyle!” The captain exclaimed.

There was silence for a few seconds. Then MacTavish laughed, looking at Price and Garrick, who threw their coins into the jar.

This evening, when TF 141 gathered in the break room for tea and biscuits according to their tradition, everyone saw that the jar was stuffed, and it contained not only coins but also banknotes. Price stared at it, slowly removed his hat, and rubbed the back of his head.

“Looks like it’s not working,” MacTavish commented, pulling a box of chocolate chip cookies from the cupboard.

"Looks like we need a bigger jar,” Price denied grimly.

“F…” Riley started, and noticed the others staring at him. “Fine!”

Garrick shook his head and began to pour boiling water into cups.

During evening tea, the four soldiers talked and laughed a lot, usually, but not today. They exchanged a few words, added coins to the jar, and quickly left. However, fifteen minutes later, Soap slipped into Ghost’s room, and Gaz performed a similar maneuver, finding himself in Captain Price’s. They saw each other in the corridor, but both pretended that they didn’t.

For a while, Price and Garrick forgot about the jar, and they didn’t feel like talking at all. The sergeant’s mouth was occupied with kisses at first, and then with something else instead. Only when Kyle was in bed, pressed against the mattress by the stocky, hot captain’s body, he finally spoke.

“Oh, fuck…” He exhaled, melting as Price kissed his neck, scratching the skin with the stiff bristles. “It’s so fucking good, John! Oh… should I put the coins in the jar?"

“Mmm… of course!” The captain answered, caressing Kyle with his hand.

“But John!” The sergeant exclaimed resentfully.

“No buts,” Price said, shaking his head. “I must have principles.”

“Well,” Garrick hugged him tighter and threw his leg on the captain’s thigh, “then I’ll make you pay more than me!”

A similar thing was happening in Lieutenant Riley’s room. In the beginning, Ghost tried to cover Soap’s mouth with his palm or kiss him to silence his voice, but then he forgot about it. Johnny was so hot and willing to do anything for him, so Simon focused on giving him as much pleasure as possible. MacTavish had always been noisy in bed, so even now he was moaning and cursing as he squirmed under the stocky lieutenant, and Ghost enjoyed it. He remained as quiet as ever; only his heavy, hoarse breathing indicated that he also felt good.

Later, when they both got dressed and stood by the window smoking, breaking base’s rules, Soap looked at Ghost and said:

“You made me swear a lot, sae ye have tae pay for me.”

“Negative,” the lieutenant answered.

Soap pouted but didn’t argue, so they returned to bed and quickly fell asleep.

In the morning, Gaz was the last to come to the break room. Glancing at Captain Price, he went over to the new, larger jar and silently put a handful of coins into it.

“Well, well,” Soap reacted immediately, “somebody had a hot night?”

“Yeah!” Gaz answered, annoyed. “And what about you? I can’t believe you were just sleeping!”

Soap sighed heavily, went over to the jar, and put coins in it too. Price and Riley looked at each other and smiled.

The next few days proved difficult for all members of TF 141. One evening, Ghost came to the room, angry and annoyed. He clearly didn’t want to talk, but the others started asking questions, and he gave up. After sipping his tea, the lieutenant put a fifty-pound banknote into the jar and said:

“I trained rookies today.”

Then he thought a little, put in another twenty pounds, and began to tell his story. Price tried to react silently, but the sergeants didn’t skimp on comments and added approximately the same amount to Riley’s deposit.

Another day, the captain himself became a victim of his own invention. Price was doing the paperwork, clearing the entire backlog on mission reports and equipment requisitions, and he was infuriated both by the amount of documents that were simply missing and by the level of the Army bureaucracy.

“Soap, you muppet!” He spoke angrily. “Why did you take so many fucking explosives and didn’t write bloody requests?!”

“Sorry, Cap, I forgot,” Johnny answered, hiding behind Simon.

Gaz laughed and drew the captain’s attention to him.

“And you, little trick-headed bastard,” Price looked at Garrick strictly. “Why does your sniper training ammo request say ‘200’? Did you learn from scratch?!”

“Oh… Maybe I wrote an extra zero accidentally." Kyle was embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Cap.”

“Sometimes I hate you so much, lads,” Price said, shaking his head. “Except for Simon. His papers are always in perfect order.”

“Thank you, sir," Ghost answered, looking at the sergeants haughtily.

When the inspection day finally arrived, all members of TF 141 were almost happy. Several generals from different NATO countries respectfully walked around, accompanied by local officers, and looked at the soldiers’ training, the base’s infrastructure, and the condition of the buildings and equipment. One of them, the Canadian general, was particularly impressed by the drill of the Scottish unit, where soldiers marched on the square in kilts.

“It looks so fucking pretty,” he said with enjoyment. “Just look at them, Marv!”

“Don’t be such a dickhead, Ethan,” Marv, the USA general, rolled his eyes. “Focus on the inspection!”

Captain Price, who was one of the accompanying officers, carefully held his emotions and looked away, but it didn’t end there. At the shooting range, the commission ran into Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, who were on their way to training. Having saluted according to the statute, the soldiers of TF 141 moved on and clearly heard the words spoken by one of the generals.

“Have you seen this guy in a skull mask?” he asked. “He’s a fucking terminator!”

MacTavish coughed hard, and Garrick elbowed him in the side.

Later, the generals wanted to see the barracks, and soon they reached the residential block where the soldiers of TF 141 lived. After inspecting the sergeants’ rooms, they went into the recreation room, where Ghost was going through some documents and drinking tea.

“Carry on!” The German general ordered before Ghost stood up and saluted.

Price and Riley watched as the commission inspected their room, looking at the maps and photos on the walls, and appreciating cleanliness. Finally, someone noticed the jar, and the generals crowded around it.

“Look, Ethan,” the USA general said to his Canadian colleague, “it’s a fucking good idea!”

Ghost coughed, and everyone turned to him. Under his sinister, icy gaze, the USA general got confused; then he patted his jacket pockets and pulled out a coin.

“I don’t have a quid,” he said. “Will a dollar do?”

“Aye, sir!” Lieutenant Riley answered strictly, and the general put his coin into the jar.

When the inspection left the base, the jar disappeared, and the members of TF 141 breathed a sigh of relief. They were so happy that they didn’t even ask where all the collected money went. However, the answer to this question was soon received. One cold, rainy evening, Captain Price entered the break room and placed a bottle of good whiskey and a large bag of various delicacies on the table.

“Och, what’s th’ reason?” Soap asked and jumped up to get glasses from the cupboard. “Did someone die? Or mibbie born?”

“Shut the fuck up, Soap,” the captain answered cheerfully. “I decided that spending money from the swear jar on a small feast was a good idea. And our base passed the inspection perfectly; it’s not a bad reason.”

The soldiers perked up and stirred as they took out plates and spread the goodies that Price had bought for them.

“Hey, Simon,” the captain called, and the lieutenant approached him. “That general fooled you. Here, take a look.”

Price placed a coin in Riley’s palm. It wasn’t a dollar, but fifty cents.

“Arsehole!” Ghost exclaimed angrily, looking at the coin.

“Fuck him,” Johnny gasped with his hand and poured the whiskey into the glasses. “C'moan, guys, let’s drink!”

All four sat down at the table, and soon the usual cheerful and warm atmosphere reigned in the room. The soldiers were talking, recalling funny incidents from their missions, drinking whiskey, and eating delicious snacks. Soap rested his head on Ghost’s shoulder, and Price carelessly hugged Gaz, stroking the back of his head.

“Th’ idea wi’ that jar wasn’t sae terrible,” MacTavish said, enjoying the cured meat and the lieutenant’s tight embrace. "Mibbie, we can repeat it somehow?" “No!” Price, Riley, and Gaz answered in unison, and then all four laughed loudly.

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chvoswxtch · 6 months

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to the halloween queen, i hope this october is treating you well!! i was wondering if i could request a gut wrenching, angsty fic with billy based on paramore’s sanity?

if i call out your name, you don’t come/

no one home, but the void is loud/

echoes around my empty house/

sentences are slowing down

in all honesty, i don’t have many specifics in mind. i was thinking of an established relationship slowly but surely growing apart. to the point they eat dinner in silence, the distance between them whilst sleeping in the same bed grows more and more…in other words, i am asking you to break my heart!

i go by she/her pronouns and they can be used!

<3 thank you, take care, and ily <3

oh my darling sweet nonnie, you definitely came to the right place. I hope october has been kind to you, bc i'm about to break your heart as requested. i'll be here with tissues afterwards 🖤

warning: swearing, slight mention of alcohol, heavy angst word count: 1.4k

sanity.

no one home, but the void is loud / echoes around my empty house

The white noise of bustling traffic was muffled by the dull roar of an icy midnight breeze slowly fading in the background. Through the grand floor to ceiling windows of the penthouse, you could see brilliant lights twinkling in a kaleidoscope of colors, vehicles zipping by in a flash in various directions, and masses of people navigating the city by heart. Outside, New York City was clamoring proudly with life.

But in the emptiness of the penthouse, it was so silent and still that the sound of fresh snow hitting the glass was as loud as thunder cracking across the sky.

In a place that more than three million people called home, you had never felt more alone. Standing in front of the expansive windows with the chill radiating through the glass nipping at your nose and cheeks, you felt completely numb and simultaneously like an open wound at the same time. It didn’t always feel this cold.

Last year at this exact same time, this place still felt like home. You could still feel the heat from the flames dancing in the fireplace licking at your skin while the golden glow of the fire created a warm and comforting ambiance in the living room. You could still taste the richness of hot cocoa caressing your tongue, and still hear the sound of Billy’s heartbeat playing in your ear while your head rested on his chest as the two of you admired the tree you had put up together from the couch. Billy had insisted on going all out since he had never really celebrated the holidays before due to growing up in the system.

In a moment of sincere vulnerability while you were teaching him your special recipe for chocolate chip cookies, Billy had revealed to you that you were the first person he’d ever had to make the holidays feel special. It had been such a big deal to him to make sure everything was perfect, and it made your heart swell like a balloon in your rib cage seeing the childlike happiness on his face as the two of you celebrated together.

That special time now felt like a lifetime ago.

Now, there was only the scent of stale ash in the fireplace, and the absence of Billy’s holiday spirit lingering along the mantle and in the corner of the living room.

You weren’t sure exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the line, something changed. Billy no longer stopped by your work because he was “in the neighborhood” and just wanted to see you. Conversations became shorter and shorter at dinner until it reached the point of the two of you eating in deafening silence, and then ultimately you found yourself eating alone. Billy no longer wrapped himself around you in bed like a security blanket, and instead you found an ocean between you that kept growing wider and wider until you were stranded in the middle of it alone struggling to keep your head above water. He began to travel more, spent longer hours at the office, and lately would go days without speaking to you at all.

There was no more playful banter and flirtatious teasing in crowded spaces. It had been five months since you and Billy had gone on an actual date, and he had barely touched you in three. On the rare occasion that he made it home at a decent hour, he ignored your passionate advances and locked himself away in his home office. You and Billy used to not be able to keep your hands off one another, and now you couldn’t even get him to give you a simple peck on the cheek. You couldn’t even remember the last time that he had told you he loved you.

For the past few months, there was a heavy sense of grief weighing on your heart like liquid cement almost as if Billy had died. He would appear suddenly, and then vanish right before your eyes even quicker like an apparition. He barely acknowledged your presence when you called out to him, as if you were the ghost lingering around. The last time you had reached for his hand, it was cold and stiff like that of a corpse. You fought defiantly against the stage of acceptance and refused to admit to yourself that your relationship was decaying in the grave. Instead you remained stubbornly stuck in a purgatory of mourning for the Billy you had fallen in love with, feeling haunted by your own foolish hope and his lingering presence in your heart.

Denial plagued you for months as you frantically tried everything to resuscitate the pulse in your relationship. You changed your hair a few times and put more effort into your outfits and appearance, which consistently went unnoticed by Billy. You planned romantic dates and elaborate getaway trips that he instantly declined. The past three times you had attempted to surprise him at the office for lunch, you couldn’t even get past his receptionist.

Most nights you spent alone, drowning in your own agony, screaming and sobbing at the stars for answers because Billy wasn’t there to provide them. In moments of over indulgence from the built in bar, you nearly gave into your desperation and participated in the reckless thoughts intrusively entering your head that you were absolutely sure would capture Billy’s attention. But then the epiphany that you felt like you had to put yourself in a dangerous situation just for him to notice you again would shatter your soul into a thousand jagged pieces.

Had you done something to make Billy become so distant? Was he going through something he felt he couldn’t talk to you about? Did he love you at all anymore? Was there someone else?

That last question made you violently nauseous. The not knowing what was happening with Billy drove you absolutely fucking mad, and you tried every method you could think of to stop the hemorrhaging to salvage what the two of you had.

But eventually, the weight of the blood staining your hands was impossible to ignore, and the tone of a flatline rang loudly in your ears. The heaviness you felt was a clear sign that there was no longer life left in what you and Billy had created together, and the warm thrum of a pulse would never be found again.

You didn’t bother to tell Billy that you were leaving. The eulogy had already been engraved on the headstone months ago, you just couldn’t bring yourself to read it. Taking one last glance around the penthouse that had been your shared home, all you could think about was the day you first moved in. Everything had looked so bright, felt so warm and inviting, and Billy had been ecstatic to share a home with you. He had told you that you were what made the place feel like home, and in a moment of candor entrusted you with the sentiment of how happy it made him to finally have someone to come home to.

But now as you stood in the middle of the living room in the dark, it just felt cold and empty. Billy had been gone for two weeks on a business trip and was supposed to return home tomorrow, but this time you wouldn’t be there waiting by the door to welcome him back. After finally finding the strength to face the heartbreaking truth of your reality, you had spent the past twenty-four hours removing every trace of your existence. There was only one last thing to erase.

The devastating loss had left your heart maimed, and the memories of Billy’s touch afflicted phantom bruises onto your skin. It was time to tend to your own wounds and mend the parts of you that had been broken by him. After one final look around, you placed the handcrafted engagement ring on the kitchen island like a rose on a coffin as a silent goodbye and quietly disappeared into the depths of midnight.

tags: @nolita-fairytale @thyme-in-a-bubble @mars-rants-a-lot @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @topperthornton

#billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo fic #billy russo request

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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♬ Summary: Y/N doesn’t really care about Valentine’s Day but Jungkook loves the holiday. He just wants to show her how much he loves her.

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, angst?, fluff, and smut

♬ Warnings: Smut and fluff (lol)

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

Even when Y/N was with her ex-boyfriend, she never understood why people took Valentine's Day so seriously. She thought it was cute of course but she didn’t understand why this day was the day that someone showed they loved someone, it should be every day they showed it. Even though she was with Jungkook for two years, she never really spent Valentine's Day with him. Sure she texted him happy Valentine's Day and he would send roses to her with a note saying sorry that he couldn’t make it. In all honesty, she was actually kinda happy that Jungkook never really did something crazy for her. She didn’t know how her anxiety would react to a surprise from him.

“You got the band at the rooftop, hyung?”

“Yes, you brat. Not even a thank you.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and glanced at Y/N who was sitting on the couch with Bam in her lap. Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to make this the greatest one for her. Operation Jungkook loves Y/N, was made the week before with his members (he wasn’t really good with names). He had everything planned out for today, a romantic dinner on top of the Hybe building with a band playing her favorite Red Velvet songs and a big heart that was made out of roses. Oh, how could he forget, fairy lights everywhere. It was perfect.

That morning, Y/N made him his favorite pancakes (chocolate chip) with whip cream and strawberries. She even cut some strawberries to look like roses and asked Jungkook if he would be her Valentine, of course, he said yes. She even had Bam bring him a stuffed animal dressed in pink pajamas with red hearts all over them. He thought it was very cute and he sent a picture in the group chat of everything she did for him. Jin said he was jealous and Taehyung asked if he could come over for some pancakes. Jungkook told them both to fuck off.

“Thank you hyung. You think she’ll love it?”

“Jungkook, it’s Y/N. She would love anything you give her. Shit, you could give her weeds from the backyard and she would love it.”

“I just want this to be the greatest Valentine's Day she has ever had.”

“Question?”

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes, “What grandma?”

“Did you ask Y/N what she wanted to do for Valentine's Day? YAH! STOP CALLING ME THAT! I raised you!”

“No...I wanted it to be a surprise. Anyways, bye.”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and saw Jungkook in the kitchen still, “Baby! Are you still talking to Jin? Is everything okay?”

“Everything is okay! No worries, Jin just wanted to know how to make the strawberry roses.”

Jungkook entered the living room and plopped down next to her with a smile. He placed his arm over her shoulder and kissed the side of her head as she let out a small giggle, “You missed most of the movie, kook.”

“Blame grandma for that.”

“Be nice to Jin.”

Jungkook scoffed and looked down at his phone to look at the time. His bunny smile appeared and she tilted her head at him with curiosity, “Hey baby, we need to change. We have dinner.”

“Oh? I thought we were going to stay in and watch movies together.”

“I wanted to give you the greatest Valentine's day ever! It's our first baby.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Okay...I’ll get change. What should I wear?”

“That dark purple dress.”

“Okay.” She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, “I want you to wear that black dior dress shirt.”

“See through one? How kinky.”

Y/N felt her whole body get hot and she shook her head, “NO-NOT THAT ONE! The black one with the charms on the collar.”

“Okay baby. Whatever you want.”

The two changed in their bedroom and Y/N felt like she had to get a squirt bottle to keep Jungkook away from her. They went inside the car after saying their goodbyes to Bam. The drive to Hybe building was a peaceful one, Jungkook was playing soft piano music as Y/N hummed with the tune. Her eyes widened when saw that they were in the Hybe parking lot, “Baby why are we here?”

“Oh, dinner is here.”

“Oh, no they wanted to have a meeting with me.”

“What baby, no. The dinner is in a special spot.”

She let out a breath and nodded her head, “Okay. I was so nervous to meet your boss or manager. I don’t think they would like me.”

“Baby Yoongi likes you.”

Jungkook and Y/N made their way through the empty parking lot. They went up in the elevator and she leaned her head against his arm as he placed random kisses on the side of her head. The doors opened to the roof and Y/N eyes widened at the sight. There were red roses scattered all over the roof and she looked up to see a band in front of a table softly playing Queendom. She covered her mouth when she saw the big heart and her head whipped to Jungkook, “Yo-You did this all for me?”

“Of course I did.”

“I-I’ve never had this before...I-I..I love it.”

Jungkook smiled and leaned down placing a kiss on her forehead, “I love you, Y/N, my future wife.”

“I love you, my future husband.”

After dinner, Jungkook brought her down to his studio. She was begging to see his workplace and he couldn’t say no to her. He held her hand tightly as he opened the door and her eyes sparkled at the foreign items. Sure, Jungkook has a studio at their home but she doesn't want to step foot in the room because that's his space. She didn’t want to invade it. Her face softened and she walked up to his desk. She gently picked up the frame and her heart swelled up, “My graduation picture?”

Jungkook’s face turned red and rubbed the back of his neck as he closed and locked the door, “Yeah, you just looked so damn pretty.”

“Aww, Jungkook. I have our first date picture on my table.”

She put the picture back down and walked over to Jungkook. She went on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you so much, kook.”

“I love you too, baby. I also love this dress on you.”

She glanced down at her dress and shook her head, “Stop it...”

“You would look so good with it off.” He leaned down to kiss under her ear as he separated her legs so he could stand in between them. She glanced away and felt her body getting hot from his small action but he let out a small chuckle, “Y/N, look at me.”

She swallowed her spit and hid her face in his chest, “I-I can’t.”

He gently grabbed her chin and made her look up at him, “You know I love seeing your shy eyes...you just look so hot.”

“Ko-Kook...Kiss me?”

He leaned down as she placed her hand on the side of his face before connecting their lips together. She softly moaned against his soft lips as he sucked on her bottom lip, something he knew she liked. She was shocked when she felt the leather couch behind her knees, she didn’t even realize they were moving. He gently laid her on the couch with him hovering over.

“You know, you're my favorite thing in the world.”

“D-Don’t say things like that...”

He sat up on the couch pulling her up with him, his hands were on the dark fabric and looked up at her, “Is this okay?”

“Are we going to do it here? In your work? Isn’t that bad?”

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck. I locked the door.”

“But this is your office...doesn’t it feel dirty?”

“No, it’s hot. Do you want to wait till we go home?”

She shook her head and looked down at the floor, “No...this is okay?”

“It’s okay baby.”

She nodded her head and lifted her arms as he quickly took off the dress that he loves. He gently placed the fabric on the floor because he knew she hated when he tossed her clothes. She was wearing a light pink lace bra and the color just made her look so innocent. Her shaking hands started to unbutton his shirt, even though they had sex so many times, she never got used to it. When his shirt was off, he leaned down into a passionate kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

“I love you, L/N Y/N,”

He moved his head to place a kiss along her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. His tattooed hand started to go down to her underwear. As they shared kisses, they undressed each other until they were completely bare. She glanced down at his tattooed arm and smiled when she saw her initials. He saw her eyes and looked at what she was looking at and smirked, “And you were mad that I got the tattoo.”

“I wasn’t mad, just shocked.”

He rubbed his erection against her and looked up at her, “Is this okay?”

“I-It’s okay.”

He entered her slowly and even though they had sex so many times, she never got used to his size. She clenched at the leather and closed her eyes as he bottomed out. He licked her shoulder and gently bit the skin, “You always feel good.”

“S-Stop it...”

His grip on her thigh tightened as he adjusted it higher, giving him more access to her, “My pussy, forever.”

Her nails were digging on his back as she held him close, chest to chest. He leaned down and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. She let out a loud moan when she felt a bite from him, she liked when he did that. He suddenly sat up and she sat perfectly on his lap, “Ride me, I know you can do it, baby.”

She still hasn’t mastered the position but Jungkook stated that she has gotten better at it. She nodded her head, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him. He gave her an encouraging smile and she smiled back. She started moving and Jungkook let out a loud moan, “Keep going baby, you're doing good. You look hot like this.”

She shook her head and leaned forward and hid her face in his neck. He gripped her hips to make her move faster, “I’m close babe.”

“M-Me to...”

One last move and Y/N accidentally bit his neck as she came. This new action from her caused Jungkook to groan out loud and pushed him over the edge. He came inside of her and kissed the side of her head. They sat like that for a while until she pulled away with a frown, “I’m sorry. I-”

“You know you never left marks on me before.”

“I try not to...I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

He let out a small chuckle and leaned forward placing a kiss on her nose, “I don’t care.”

She shyly looked down to see him still inside her and looked back at him, “Did I do good?”

“You lasted longer, that's a good improvement baby. Also so fucking hot.”

“S-Stop it. We need to go home...we need to finish our movie.”

“Of course baby, happy Valentine's Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, kook.”

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 2 years

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Stray Kids Reactions

Stray kids react to you waking up next to them.

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: no warning just a little kissing

A/N: hope you all enjoy this reactions please like, share and reblog for more content like this.

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{ CHAN }

~ Look, in all honesty, there are two ways you’d wake up in the morning if Chris were your boyfriend

~ 70% of the time, you would probably be waking up alone due to this man's work.

~ For the other 30%, you would wake up to his breath on your neck as he tries to get as close to you as possible. The man loves a cuddle. What can I say?

~ He would place kisses on the side of your neck or your jawline.

~ “Good morning, baby”, he would smile.

~ He would wait until you moved to face him more before he playfully wrapped his leg around your lower half, trapping you in his embrace. “Haha, got you….you can never leave, mwahahaha”, he could say, mucking around.

~ This would probably get hot and heavy as he leans down and kisses you softly on the lips.

~ Eventually, you would find Chris slowly taking your clothes off and throwing them perfectly in the clothes basket behind him as he slowly trails kisses down your body. “I don’t tell you this enough….But I love the shit out of you.”

{ CHANGBIN }

~You would now be able to escape the grip this man would have around your waist. “Binnie”, you whisper. “Mmmm”, he groans. “I kinda need to pee”, you complained again, loosening his grip.

~ Upon your return, he opens his arms, and you lie down. He pulls you in you squirm as he beings to kiss you behind your ear. “Binnie, stop... I’m trying to sleep,” you whine “oh really…well, I want to do this.”

~ He would pin you to the bed and kiss you all over your face, you laughing and trying to break free.

~ “You can never escape me,” he says before squeezing you so tight you thought you might pop.

~ You scream and laugh until he finally exhausts himself rolling back over and lightly spreading his arm just under your breast.

~ “Promise me one thing,” he said softly. “Anything for you, Binnie” you turn around so you now face to face. “Promise me no matter what…you’ll always come home to me” he placed his lips against yours. “I promise”

{ HAN }

~ Han would be asleep on the couch with chip crumbs all over him, the tv still on as his hand falling off the couch.

~ “Hannie”, he jolts awake “oh, Y/N did I fall asleep on the couch again?” He would say, brushing the crumbs off his face and chest.

~ “What time did you get in?” You say, pouring Han a glass of water and walking towards the couch.

~ “Pretty late… I was pretty wired. I didn’t want to wake you, so I watched movies and ate chips… I must have fallen asleep” he rubbed his eyes as you placed the water on the table.

~ “Well, I have to go to work, baby... it would be best if you slept some more… maybe in our bed” you peck his lips goodbye, and he chases your lips.

~ “I will do that…bye baby” he takes a sip of his water and stretcheS as you open the door and leave for work.

~ “Have a good sleep, Hannie” you close the door behind you.

{ MINHO }

~ When Minho was on tour, you would probably wake up by either sooni, doongi or Dori jumping all over you wanting you to feed them. “Okay, okay, I’m up, I’m up”, you would say as you reluctantly got out of bed.

~ When Minho was home.

~ Minho would pretend to be annoyed that he had to share his bed with you. “How did you sleep?” you smile at him, Minho, who rolls over “anyone ever told you you snore” you hope he's joking.

~ “Excuse me. I do not,” you say, shocked he would bring this up first thing in the morning.

~ “I didn't say it was a bad thing... It's cute” he pulled you close to his body.

~ “You are lucky I love you, Lee Minho,” you say as you press your forehead to his. “I’m lucky?” he scoffs.

~ You let him have the last scoff. You know Minho loves you. He finds it hard to express himself.

{ HYUNJIN }

~ Hyunjin would most definitely make fun of your bed hair “omg, who are you?” He would laugh and hand you a hand mirror.

~ You grab the mirror and look at yourself “holy hell… how does it stick up like that” you cover your mouth in shock. “Do I always look like this” you turn to him

~ He looks at you and cups your face. “I think you look cute… my little clown”, he laughs. You get off the bed and walk into the bathroom to brush your hair.

~ He would walk into the bathroom and wrap his arms around your waist. He would kiss slowly down your neck.

~ “You are perfect,” he said, moving your hair to the side and kissing down your shoulder blades. “I love everything about you, down to your bed hair” he pulls your nightgown straps off your shoulders. “Now, let’s have some fun before I have to go to work, huh.”

{ FELIX }

~ Felix is just a cuddle bug omg

~ His love language is physical touch.

~ You could hear his nose whistle as he slept soundly next to you.

~ Most days, you would wake to Felix cooking you breakfast and COFFEE.

~ “Wakey wakey…Here you go, baby”, he would say, bringing your food and coffee to you on a tray.

~ “Thank you, baby,” you say as he pecks your lips.

~ “What do you have planned for today?” he would say, slowly moving away from your lips.

~ “Not sure... Why? Do you have today off?” you grin. “I do. Actually, should we maybe go on a date?” he smiles from ear to ear.

~ You would spend the remainder of the morning in bed watching tv and eating the food Felix prepared, and playing with his hair.

{ SEUNGMIN }

~ Seungmin likes his space. He would chuck a hissy fit if you touched him while he was sleeping.

~ He would probably build a pillow wall between the both of you.

~ On the odd occasion you managed to sneak over to his side, he would sigh as he wrapped his arms around you, placing kisses on your temple.

~ “You are lucky you are so cute”, he would say in a sleepy raspy voice.

~ You would giggle as you moved closer to his body. “I love you,” you say as you nuzzle your head in his neck.

~ “Yeah yeah…I love you too... shhhhh and go back to sleep, okay” he pulls you in tighter, and you both begin to fall back asleep.

~ Later that morning, Seungmin would kiss you by kissing your forehead “baby…wake up. I have to go to work,” he would say as he flung the sheets back, trying to wake you up. “But I want to cuddle you” Seungmin would eventually give in and text chan that he was going to be late.

{ JEONGIN }

~You would wake up with your head on his chest.

~ You would just lay there and just listen to his heartbeat for a while.

~ You would also study his face watching how his face softens and feel how his chest rises and falls with every breath.

~ You loved mornings like this when you could just for a moment be normal with Jeongin before the chaos of him being an idol began again.

~ “You enjoying what you see” he chuckled as he rubbed your arm.

~ “Good morning,” you say, drawing circles on his abs.

~ “What time is it?” He grumbled.

~ “Around 10 am”, you decided to wrap your arms around his stomach.

~ “Plenty of time,” he says, pinning you to the bed as he traps you with his legs.

~ You giggle as he starts to play with the hem of your pants. He untied the string “oops”, he giggled as he leant down and softly kissed your lips.

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sugolara · 1 year

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𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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The sound of the trees swaying and crashing onto other trees sounded peaceful to the h/c haired girl. She listened to the wind blowing in her ear and watched as clouds passed by in the bright blue sky.

Her forehead began to collect beads of sweat as the blazing sun shined down on her figure. On her back, the road felt hot but she didn't mind, in fact, she hadn't known how long she'd been laying in the middle of the streets.

If anyone were to spot her in her condition they'd think she was one of them: a rotter.

Her bloody clothes were drenched with dry blood, her hair was matted with dirt, and her face had splashes of dried blood that had been smeared.

She had nothing on her except for her backpack that had an empty water bottle and her pistol, her equipment rested next to her. If she had to guess, she could say it's been at least four hours since she's been with her family. She's positive none of them survived the massive horde that ripped through her family's farm.

She felt hopeless as she couldn't save them. She couldn't stand looking at them as the rotters, without hesitation, sank in their teeth to her family's body. She can still hear their shrilling voice echoing for help as they stared at her to do something.

Hearing footsteps approaching her, she was pulled away from her thoughts. She didn't bother glancing at the figure. In all honesty, she kind of hoped it was a rotter, coming to end her life so she could see her family again.

She accepts her fate as she could hear whatever it was coming nearer. But to her surprise, her eyes came in contact with a pair of lively green eyes. It's a human; a male and he seemed to be the same age as her.

His green hair is matted, he's got eyebags and underneath it are a few freckles, and he's carrying a slightly dirty yellow backpack. She notices that he's wearing a black jacket with dark blue jeans and muddy red shoes. He's also holding a wooden chipped r93 rifle with a scope.

The male eyes her figure in a worried look, he scans her chest to see any movement, to see if she's breathing and when her chest moves a relief sigh escapes his lips, "Are you okay?"

When she didn't reply he crouched down and checked her arms and neck to make sure she's not bit. He then heard a sigh come out of her, "I'm okay."

The male moves out of the way as the h/c hair girl sat up. He watched her movements and noticed her hand reaching out next to her, grabbing a pistol. The green-hair male quickly kicks the gun away from her hand and stands up, he then aims his rifle at her.

"I don't want to do it so please don’t move." He says bitterly with his finger inches away from the trigger.

The girl, unbothered, stares at him, "If you're gonna shoot, then shoot. But just know anybody from a mile away will hear you."

She then looks towards her gun, "Besides, the chambers are empty. Look for yourself."

He looks at her unconvinced but then approaches where he kicked her gun. With the rifle still aimed at her, he picked it up and checked the chamber. She was right, it is empty.

He pulled his rifle away from her and sighed, he then looked at the girl, "Sorry, you can never be careful these days. It's bad enough we have the dead walking, we don't need people attacking each other either."

The e/c eye girl stared at him before she stood up and grabbed her bag. Extending her hand, she introduced herself, "I'm F/n L/n, and you are?"

Smiling, he shakes F/n’s hand, "Izuku Midoriya."

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animeniacss · 5 months

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 3 - The Gift of Honesty

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: Approx. 4.5k words

Feat. Mina of TWICE

Chapter 3 - The Gift of Honesty

The sandwich shop, much like the café on campus, was always bustling with college life. Even on weekends, students found themselves comforted by the quick grab-and-go nature of the sandwich shop so they could keep focusing on studying or activities. You were sitting around a table with your friends, all munching on your own lunches as the world continued to move around you. Hoshi and Seungkwan were talking about something involving one of their classes, while Minnie was examining and trying to fix a broken nail she had, a slight pout on her face. You leaned towards her, watching as she did so.

“It’s about time I get new nails. Want to come next time? It’s been a while. We can go for your birthday!” You smiled, nodding your head.

“Sure.” You said. “That sounds fun!”

“What does?” Hoshi asked, leaning forward. He watched as Minnie wiggled her fingers in his face. “Aaaah. I’ll come get my nails done!”

“You so will not! It’s going to be a girl’s day.” Minnie frowned. “Besides, you’ll probably just get all your nails with a picture of tigers or something.” Hoshi’s eyes basically sparkled at the idea, and Minnie groaned. “See?”

“What? I think it would look so cool!” He argued, but Minnie only stuck her tongue out at him. He pouted, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. As Seungkwan tried to encourage his friend that ‘yes, Hyung, tiger nails would 100% suit you.” You looked down at your phone. Mingyu had replied to that one comment about Hoshi’s spam messages, but had gone radio silent since.

I bet whatever he’s doing, he’s very busy. You told yourself as if you needed to convince yourself. He said he would call me later….

It seemed the rest of the group had the same idea about their friend, Seungkwan being the first to speak up. “So, who wants to place bets as to what the actual hell Mingyu-Hyung is doing in Japan?”

“Do you think that rumor is true?” Minnie asked.

“I know his dad’s been pretty strict on some of his after-school schedules recently.” Hoshi pointed out. “He wasn’t able to come with me to a movie a few weeks ago. He said he had to attend an important dinner.”

“A blind date?” Seungkwan’s eyes widened. “No way.”

Minnie looked at you, watching as you popped a chip into your mouth. “That might explain why he looked upset when you brought up the idea of having a girlfriend.”

“You think?” you asked curiously. Minnie nodded. “I don’t know. I feel bad gossiping about him without him being here.”

“Well, when he doesn’t tell us stuff like this, what are we supposed to do?” Seungkwan shrugged. “It’s like when Hoshi-Hyung totally had that secret boyfriend freshman year, and he basically forgot we existed.” You saw Hoshi’s cheeks turn pink and he turned to the sly grinning friend to his left. You could immediately sense Hoshi’s demeanor change just slightly.

“And I told you that is absolutely not what happened. We were friends, that’s it.”

“Oh yeah, totally.” Seungkwan said, feigning belief at Hoshi’s claims. “That’s why you don’t speak about him anymore. Because you didn’t break up.” Hoshi pouted, and you and Minnie had to chuckle a bit. You remembered that time all too well; two years ago, when Hoshi constantly going to meet a new friend he had yet to introduce you to. Similar to now with Mingyu, you guys all played detective and tried to figure out who exactly had Hoshi so excited that he would basically run off campus once a week to see the guy, the only time during the week the entire friend group was able to meet up last term. It caused a bit of tension, and you worried that it would reshape itself with this new scenario.

All we have to do is get you two together.

Joshua’s voice, gentle as it was this morning, flooded back into your mind, and you set your half-eaten sandwich down. How could I possibly help two angels re-enter heaven just by ending up with Mingyu? You thought to yourself. What can they even do? They can’t force him to fall in love with me. This is all silly. It’s only a matter of time before-.

Snap.

Your eyes shot up, and you saw Seungkwan leaning forward, fingers close to your eyelids as he readied them again. Snap.

“Hey!” you gasped.

“Come back to us.” He begged playfully, smiling. “You were zoning out again.”

“I was not.” You said. “Also, rude. How would you like it if someone just leaned over and-.” Leaning forward, you extended your fingers to Seungkwan and snap, snap, snap, snap. Seungkwan laughed a bit at the muffling of the sound through your cleaned bandages. He wasted no time, sticking his fingers back to yours and returning the playful snapping in your direction. You couldn’t help but hold back a smile.

“And I thought nothing could get more childish than Hoshi.” Minnie said in amusement, and Hoshi snickered in agreement.

“…Wait, hey.” He looked at her, just realizing what she meant as she laughed.

As you leaned back in your seat, you crossed your arms confidently. It felt like you had won the contest that suddenly broke out at your table, falling into a confident grin.

…Well…

Suddenly, you felt two sets of hands on your shoulders, which startled both you and your friends. Immediately, people at the surrounding tables began whispering about the hot men that seemed to simply materialize When you turned your head, your eyes widened.

“What’s wrong?!” Joshua asked, clearly panicked. “You seemed to be snapping so quickly. Did something happen?” You watched both of them look around the area, trying to see what clues they could find.

“Wha- What are you talking about….?” Your voice trailed off then, and you looked down at your fingers.

Just snap anytime you need us, and we’ll be there.

“Oh, God.” You sighed.

“Where?” Joshua and Jeonghan asked in unison, eyes continuing to dart every which way.

“Where did they come from?” Hoshi asked, looking around the nearby area.

“Better question. Who are they?” Seungkwan asked. The both of them took a seat on either side of you, causing Minnie and Hoshi to scoot their seats to the side for more room at the little table. The shop was still bustling at the two attractive men sitting either side of you. They were almost angelic. You rolled your eyes as the few girls behind you whispered among themselves if they wanted to ask either for their numbers.

The frantic racing of your brain forced you to come up with a response quickly. “We met recently.” You said. That seemed to answer absolutely zero questions, and your friends simply stared at you in hopes you’d provide more information. “Uh, well-.”

“We’re friends.” Joshua said, leaning forward. “New friends.”

Jeonghan added to that. “Well, we’ve just transferred here. She’s been showing us around and getting us adjusted. She’s been a big help.”

That seemed to work. Slightly. “That sounds about right.” Seungkwan said. “I’m Seungkwan.”

“Hoshi~.” Hoshi beamed. When Seungkwan nudged him playfully, Hoshi grinned. “That’s my nickname. I’m Soonyoung.” He added. You watched as Minnie leaned forward, smiling sweetly at Joshua. You could sense her intimidating glance at the two strangers before her. When he caught her gaze, however, he offered her an equally kind smile.

“I’m Minnie.” She said.

“Is that a nickname too?” Joshua asked. Minnie smiled.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “I’m from Thailand. I’ve had the nickname for a long time.” You watched Joshua nodded as Minnie continued to speak. “What are you guys majoring in?”

“Law.” You blurted out, stunned by your quick response as the boys both turned to look at you. You closed your eyes, exhaling a bit. Fuck.

“Law? Oh, so you’ll meet our other friend, Mingyu.” Seungkwan smiled.

“…Oh, will we?” You could feel Jeonghan’s smirk as he asked that question and you didn’t want to open your eyes. When you finally did, you saw your friends looking at you with a very intense set of expressions. You laughed nervously. It felt as if you were suddenly being interrogated, yet you had no idea what for.

“…Why don’t you go buy something?” you asked, motioning to the counter. “If you’re planning on joining us.”

“Come with us. I don’t know what to order.” Jeonghan begged. His playful desperation made you sigh. Then he added: “Back me up, Joshua.”

Joshua wasted no time joining him as he also leaned close to you. “I forgot how to read.” He said with absolute seriousness in his voice. You only knew it was a joke because Jeonghan began to laugh.

You immediately stood up. “You both are unreal.” You said, before walking over to the counter. Joshua and Jeonghan waved to your friends, before quickly following right behind you, like puppies being dragged by a leash. Minnie, Hoshi and Seungkwan shared look between one another until you all were far enough away.

“What the hell?” Minnie asked.

“I know. What just happened?”

“Where did they come from?” Hoshi asked again, yet nobody really knew how to answer.

At the counter, you looked at both boys as they approached you. “I can see why you both got cast out of heaven. You’re the most unangelic duo I’ve ever met.”

“Harsh.” Jeonghan gasped, a grin continued to remain plastered on his face. “You’re the one that called us here.”

“I didn’t-.” you stopped yourself, unsure of how you would prove you didn’t when in fact you did. “Fine, but I don’t need you. So, you guys actually can go.”

“Well, isn’t it important we meet your friends?” Joshua asked curiously. “If we’re going to help you, we should get to know the people you hang out with.”

“I-.” you again felt yourself unable to finish a complete sentence. “How are my friends supposed to help?” You finally asked.

“You never know.” Jeonghan said. “We’ve seen crazier. Trust me.”

You looked up at the menu, crossing your arms as the trio waited your turn. The last thing you wanted was for any drama to arise if these two stuck themselves within your friend group. Especially when Mingyu came back. Looking down at your hands, you chewed the inside of your lip. I don’t think I really have a choice. You thought to yourself. Turning your head, you looked at the boys once again, who were leaned close together and trying to decide what they wanted to eat.

“I thought you said you couldn’t read.” You said to Joshua. He glanced over to you. Sheepishly, he smiled and let out a playful chuckle.

“Oops.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile a bit as you turned your head.

“I know it’s basically guaranteed because of our ‘contract’ or whatever but, when he comes back, the first thing I want to do is introduce you to Mingyu. He’s really nice.”

“When does he come back?”

As you took a minute to recall the answer, you remembered something. “…I don’t know.” You said. “He said he didn’t want to miss school but he never said when he was coming back. At least, not to me.”

“Oh.” Joshua said. “Well. I’m sure he’ll have to come back at some point.”

“I guess so.” you said. “He promised he’d be back. Mingyu doesn’t break promises.” The men watched as you turned back to the menu, hands clasped behind your back in a tight balled up fist. “’He’ll have to come back.” You looked back at them. “He’s going to bring me a present.”

“A present?” Joshua asked curiously. You nodded, practically beaming at the thought.

“Whenever Mingyu goes on a trip, he brings me a gift. When he went to America our freshman year, he brought me back a really cute snow globe with the Statue of Liberty inside. When he went to England, he got me a little music box with Big Ben inside.” You smiled. “In Hong Kong, he brought me back a lantern wind chime and -.” She you continued rattling off the gifts that littered your apartment, Joshua couldn’t help but smile at you. He listened closely, nodding his head. He had visited a lot of these places, quick flashes darting through his mind as you rattled off Paris, Australia, Singapore, every luxury vacation spot known through the world. “I haven’t gotten anything from Japan yet.” You smiled. “He said the cherry blossom festivals are happening all over this time of year.”

“Oh, those are so pretty.” Joshua beamed. You nodded.

“I’ve never seen them.” As you heard the server call the next customer, you stepped forward. Joshua was trying to study your expression the best he could when Jeonghan nudged him. He looked over, and Jeonghan grinned. “I have an idea.”

“What?” Joshua asked.

“Let’s go on a trip.” Both you and Joshua now looked at him, waiting for more information.

“…Right now?” Joshua asked. Jeonghan nodded. “Where?”

“Japan, silly.” He said. “If we can’t do anything until we see the guy anyway, let’s go see the guy.” He motioned to you. “Besides, it’ll give her enough time to try to answer all of her friend’s questions.”

“Questions? You think they don’t believe us?” You asked curiously.

“Oh, they don’t believe you.” Jeonghan said quickly. You looked at Joshua for some support, and he only nodded in agreement with Jeonghan.

“Your eyes were shaking and you kept stuttering. It’s clear you’re not a good liar.” Joshua seemed almost sympathetic at the fact. Your face heated up in frustrated, but the men simply turned back to one another and began to chat. Jeonghan looked at you one more time.

“Do you have a picture of him?” he asked. You lifted up your phone, scrolling through your photos until you pulled up a recent photo of Mingyu and Hoshi, posing ridiculously in front of one of the college buildings during Halloween. “He’s tall.”

“Yeah.” You said. “My neck hurts just looking at him sometimes.” You smiled as you turned the picture back to yourself. Jeonghan and Joshua looked at one another as you were called to the counter. You approached, greeting the worker once again. When he asked what you wanted, you turned towards Joshua and Jeonghan, expecting them to finally be ready to order.

They were at the table, shaking the men’s hands and nodding at Minnie as they said their goodbyes and how they were looking forward to being good friends going forward. Your friends seemed to have whiplash at how quickly they were leaving, but still said their polite goodbyes. You watched them hurry out of the shop, some of the girls in the area disappointed as they vanished behind the walls and out of sight.

“Oh my-.” You turned to the worker, giving a sheepish and apologetic smile. “Never mind.”

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Mingyu rested against the balcony of his hotel room, drink in hand as he admired the Japanese scenery in front of him. Immediately, when he got back to the hotel, Mingyu ditched the tight suit and slacks for a pair of jeans and a white tank top. He threw on his shoes, and stepped out of his room once again, patting the pocket his wallet and keys were in. He looked at the bodyguard his father had sent along with him to ‘keep him safe’. Mingyu knew he was there to just report back honestly to his father.

“Take me shopping, please. I need to buy something.” He requested.

The duo made their way into town, shops lining every street in Tokyo. Mingyu was quick to go on the search for the perfect gift. He had promised you, after all. Mingyu walked down one of the streets, eyeing each and every window to see what each store was selling. There were clothing stores, toy stores, book stores. All kinds of stores. Where would he find the best gift for you? It was like finding a needle in a very large, incredibly bustling haystack. As Mingyu stopped at a local, family-owned knickknack business, he slowed his pace, and decided to head inside. The building smelt of coffee grinds and old newspaper, a very vintage yet comforting feeling of someone who had been working in this place since the walls were wooden boards. An older man greeted Mingyu from his spot at the counter, not looking up as he continued to work on something on his lap. Mingyu looked around, walking past a few rows of carved wooden figurines and over to a large display in the back of the store. As he walked, focused on the items around him, he missed the gaze of two individuals. Thinking that the only view on him was his bodyguard, Mingyu simply brushed off that tingling feeling down his arms. Chilly in here. He thought.

Jeonghan and Joshua poked their heads out from behind the aisles of wooden figurines and display boxes, watching as Mingyu finally stopped walking and turned to look at the displays on one of the walls. “I wonder what he’s doing…” Joshua whispered. “I don’t see a girl with him.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.” Jeonghan assured. “He could be out buying something for her right now.”

“I hope not. It’ll be a lot harder to handle this if the rumors are true. Also, it’ll kill her. I’ll feel bad.”

Jeonghan smiled at his friend’s compassion. “I know.” He said. Jeonghan looked around for a minute, confirming that there was nobody else around who seemed to be with Mingyu. He nodded his head to the bodyguard who was standing by the door. “Unless he’s on a date with that guy.”

Joshua laughed at his friend’s joke, playfully nudging him. “Be serious.” He muttered. Just as the duo were talking, Mingyu lifted his head up and looked in their direction. Joshua and Jeonghan slithered slightly out of view as to not be caught.

“…I feel like some crazy fangirl.” Joshua said, frowning. “We should probably go.”

“What do we say when we get back?”

“That he’s not with a girl? I don’t know.” Joshua said. “But now that we’re here, this feels kind of pointless.”

“It’s important to get all the information we can to be ahead of the curve when he comes back to Korea.” Jeonghan stated. “Let’s see if he ends up buying something.” Joshua watched Mingyu began making his way to the front of the store once again, eyes pulling him to something displayed on the wall. When the angel’s followed his gaze, they saw him staring at a variety of keychains, bright and very detailed in their design. Mingyu looked over.

“Did you make these?” he asked the worker. The old man looked up, smiling. He set down his craft and approached.

“My wife.” He said. “She’s always been good at making really cute and unique keychains. Her favorite and most popular one is this one-.” He pointed to one, but they could not get a good view from where they were standing. Mingyu nodded. “See one you like? Maybe for a lucky lady?”

Mingyu let out a breathy, nervous chuckle. However, he did point to one. “That one.” He said. “I think she’ll like it.”

Both Joshua and Jeonghan immediately looked at one another, the vagueness of Mingyu’s response to the old clerk immediately filling them with dread. They could only stand by and watch, pretending to act busy admiring the things around them as Mingyu passed by, taking the keychain and setting it down to pay for it. Joshua and Jeonghan made sure to wait, listening as Mingyu thanked the worker and headed towards the door.

“I have to make a few more stops, then we can head back to the hotel.” His bodyguard agreed, and the duo exited, a loud ‘Have a nice day!’ from the worker. Joshua and Jeonghan looked at one another.

“What do we do? Should we still follow?” Joshua asked, uncertain.

“I have no idea. Would you buy a gift for another girl when you’re engaged?” Jeonghan asked. Joshua shook his head. “Neither would I.”

“She said he always buys her gifts. So, there’s no way he’s buying for another girl too.” Joshua pursed his lips, rubbing his chin as he tried to think.

“I can’t believe we came all this way for nothing.” Jeonghan said.

“On the bright side, this will definitely be one of the easier things we’ve ever done. They two of them basically did all the hard work for us and now we just need to get them together.” Joshua tried to keep things positive. Jeonghan nodded.

“I say we follow him until the end of the day. Make sure he isn’t meeting someone later. Dinner is always where things get the most romantic.”

“Oh really?” Joshua rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his face as the duo exited the shop as well, acknowledging the man as he waved them off. With the bustling streets getting thicker by the minute, Joshua and Jeonghan tried to scan for the tall Korean man walking around with a bodyguard. They could see him faintly, before the duo hurried down the street in hopes to catch up with him sooner.

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Mingyu ended his day laying on the hotel bed, exhausted from the day. Though his meeting had ended hours earlier, he ended up meeting some old friends for dinner, as he said he would. He was hoping he would have been able to message you and the others sooner rather than later, seeing as it was getting late. Mingyu rolled onto his side and grabbed his phone, sitting up and quickly dialing your phone number. He pressed the phone to his ear, waiting for you to answer as he picked up the room service menu and scanned it, using it to distract him from the ringing sound until he heard:

“Hello~?”

“Hey.” He grinned, his attention now fully on you. “Sorry it took me so long to call. I ended up being busier than I thought.”

“It’s ok. I only graduated and got a full-time job at a local office while I waited to hear back from you.” Mingyu grinned a bit. He hopped off the bed and paced to the balcony.

“Oh, really?” he asked. When he heard you laugh, his smile only got a bit bigger.

“Mhm.” You said simply. However, you were quick to change the subject. It was a question Mingyu did not particularly want to hear. “How was your business stuff? You still sound tired.”

“Do I?” He asked, feeling his hand clamp shut. “Heh, I guess I am. It all went fine.” He thought back to his first meal of the day today, and what transpired.

“It’s lovely to see you again, Mingyu.” Mina smiled as she stepped into the room. Mingyu noticed her father step out, closing the door and leaving both of them alone. Mingyu nodded his head.

“You too.” He said. Without missing a beat, he pulled open the first seat he could and motioned to it. “Shall we?”

Mina smiled, walking towards her seat and sitting down, smoothing out her dress. She smiled up at him as he made sure to sit across from her. “Sorry for having you come out here so suddenly. When I told my father I wanted to see you again, I think he got a bit excited.” She laughed sheepishly. “I apologize for any trouble.”

Mingyu thought back to the dinner he had to cancel with you. However, he shook his head. “It’s alright.” He assured. As the waiter returned with a drink order and menus, the duo quietly looked at what they planned to order. Mingyu glanced up at Mina. Her delicate round eyes scanned the different items on the menu, deciding what would be the best fit for a midday brunch. Mingyu didn’t care what he wanted to eat, he most likely wouldn’t be able to stomach it all, knowing what was about to happen.

“Mingyu.” Mina said, and Mingyu looked up. She set her menu down. “How’s your father?”

“Oh. Good.” He said.

“Feeling better?”

“Here and there. He won’t ever admit he’s sick.” Mina laughed a bit.

“I hope he does feel better soon. He seemed to tired when he was helping my father with all of that legal trouble in our Korean branch. But he was so professional, he kept working. I admired that about him.”

“Thank you.” Mingyu said. Mina took a deep breath.

“I don’t want to beat around the bush.” She said.

Mingyu blinked. “Neither do I.”

“Good.” She said. “You must know why I wanted to see you again, then.”

Mingyu nodded. “I have a few ideas.” Mina nodded, smiling. “And I’m sorry, but I don’t want any part of it.” The smile on Mina’s face dropped a bit.

“What?” she asked, sounding sad. “Can I ask why?”

Mingyu sighed. “I don’t want to be put into an arranged marriage.”

“Do I upset you in some way?”

“No.” Mingyu assured. “In fact, I’m hoping that despite this, we can stay friends and maybe business partners one day. I hate being this way, but my father keeps setting me up on these when he knows how I feel about it. I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry.”

Mina paused, pondering her next response. Mingyu didn’t expect being so brutally honest so soon into the meeting. However, a part of him felt good about getting it off of his chest.

Mina leaned forward, folding her hands together and perching her chin on top. Mingyu had to admit that she was beautiful and regal, carrying herself like a noble princess. When she opened her eyes to look at him once again, a bit of hair fell in front of her eye.

“I appreciate the honesty.” She said gently. Mingyu felt a sigh of relief escape him. “I admire how you come across so thoughtful of other people and their emotions. That’s what I like about you.”

“Oh-.” Mingyu turned a bit red and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Well, I’m glad it went well.” You said once again. “We miss you here, though. A weekend feels longer when all you have to keep you occupied is Hoshi and Minnie bickering.”

Mingyu laughed. “Trust me, I’d rather listen to that than be drowning in dinners with my father’s stuffy friends.”

You laughed once again. “Well, it’s only one more day. You’ll survive. I know it.”

“Thank you.” He said. When he let a yawn slip, he groaned a bit. “Man.”

“Get some sleep, Mingyu.” You said. “You’ll be busy tomorrow sight seeing with your friends. Call me when you get the chance.”

“Okay.”

“And send me pictures of the cherry blossoms.”

“None of me?”

“Take a selfie.” Mingyu laughed at the suggestion.

“Goodnight.” He said.

“Goodnight.” You repeated, before the both of you hung up. Mingyu set his phone down, walking out to his balcony. The cool night air brushed up against his skin, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on it. He knew that only a few hours way, you were laying beside your apartment window after a long day. Were you looking out to the night sky as well? He wondered if you were staring at the same part of the sky, still so in sync despite being so far apart. Mingyu turned back towards his room, eyeing something on the couch in front of his bed. He thought back to the last question Mina had asked before he left that morning from their meeting.

If we can still be friends, like you said, do you want to hang out tomorrow?

When Mingyu’s eyes landed on the small white box wrapped up in a pink bow, he wondered if he made the right choice by saying yes.

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Eric Cartman/ Kyle broflovski (SP one-shot) (Drabble)

‘Who’s there for me?’

Summary: Cartman finds himself alone at home.

Slight warning⚠️: None, well kinda against? Not that much tho. But this is kyman so don’t expect any less than that jsjsjsksk

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Eric slammed the door hard as he arrived home from school, he’s never felt more irritated than when he got soaked from the rain. He wasn’t even aware it would rain that day, so he went with no worries. Resulted in him having to deal with wet, heavy and cold clothing on.

He went upstairs not caring to make a mess while doing so, stomping each step to make sure he’d get everywhere wet. Make his mom clean that shit outta full childish behavior.

He stormed to the bathroom taking all his clothes off in frustration and tossing them in the tub as he ran naked to his bedroom and grabbing some dry clothing and headed back to turn on the shower. A hot shower was the only thing that hogged his mind at that moment, nothing else matter but to get himself dried up.

The emptiness of his place, the silenced walls and empty rooms weren’t as suffocating. Getting inside and feeling the warm water hit his skin; relaxing himself and letting all those tense muscles loose.

The day had went on normal and boring, it wasn’t very exciting as the others, it was just casual. A reminder that everyday can easily be the same if you let it be. He’ll probably get Kenny in doing something rad for tomorrow to change the pace.

He sighed, after a quick shower he turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel to dry himself up before he put on his clothes. Heading back to his room, he laid in bed deciding to put some music on while he scrolled through social medias.

His eyes saddened as he once again caught his friends hanging out without him; it’s not like they were trying to be discreet about it, but maybe they shouldn’t be so careless either. Not like he cares or anything..

Atleast Kenny seem to not be in there, he tossed his phone to the side contemplating to ruin their fun or just go eat chips and play video games downstairs.

And so, he choose the second option.

Hours had pass and it was getting pretty late, his mother has yet not arrived and he was starving for actual food. He went to the fridge and looked inside finding absolutely nothing in the freezer that he could just put in the microwave. He did visualize a box of macaroni and cheese in the counter so he grabbed that and read the instructions. In all honesty it felt like reading it was a mixture of confusion and dizziness. Rereading words and the wording turning in circles, blurry and so far from concentrating, mixing as each letter squished together and still unable to understand the simplest five steps.

The rain had let go again, hard. You could say it was a peaceful sight from the window but it just gave him a sad feeling of emptiness and loneliness. He couldn’t even make a simple meal, stupidity wrapping around his mind.

He threw the box on the floor as he went upstairs to grab his phone, returning to the kitchen just as quick as he had left and dialing the only person he knew who he could oddly still count on. Dialing his mother was useless as she never answers her phone at evenings. He fast dialed Kyle.

He waited a couple of beeps as he responded, he knew the ginger was with the others, probably having such a blast without him. That left him feeling sick to his stomach.

“What do you want, fatass?” Was heard from the other line.

“Just help me with this one thing,” he didn’t bother to explain further as he grabbed the box, “what do I have to add for mac and cheese? Like, does the cheese go first or should I add the water before that?”

A couple of seconds pass by as the ginger did not respond, “you’re joking right?”

“Kahal, for the love of god just tell me what goes in first?”

He heard the other boy sighed defeated as he answered, “do you have a pot out already?”

Eric almost snapped his neck to the bottom cabinets as he went through a couple of pots and grabbed one, he had heard Kyle sighed once more guessing he did not, in fact, had one out. He almost snicker by the reaction but he hold it in knowing the ginger’s temper.

"Grabbed one already, what's next?"

"Do you know how to turn on the stove?"

"Ofcourse I do, I'm not stupid," he heard Kyle scoffed incredulous by that, not taking offense to it he just bothered to turn the switch on as the stove lit, "Done, next?"

"Alright, get a bar of butter and shove it in there and wait until in melts."

"In the pot or in the stove?" He blurted out without a single thought, he wanted to facepalm himself immediately after that moment of stupidity. He heard Kyle laughed and his anger faded quickly, "pause to that, I know the answer."

He grabbed the pot and place it on the stove, and added a chunk of butter.

"Add some milk in, fatass."

And so on, he kept following his friend's instructions until the last step.

Day two of the now storming day. The rain had become more disastrous, good perks was that school was canceled so that was kinda cool. And it'll probably take like a couple of days to clear out. The bad thing about this, is that his mother has yet no gotten back home, only bothering to send him a quick text that she was caught up at work and with the storm it was most likely she'll be back tomorrow. What class of excuse was that? For what he'd seen, Kyle's dad picked Kyle up from Stan's without any difficulties that same morning, the exact time she had sent him that text was exactly the time he had left to pick up Kyle. Not that he was stalking or anything. He was just bored and coincidentally saw Kyle's dad with a rain coat on heading to his car.

He huffed reminding himself to punish his mother later, now he was trapped at home and the worse it of it all, there was no food!.

He rolled in the couch in a tantrum, defeated he rested his face in a cushion. His stomach growled in hunger feeling like he had lost already fifty pounds by that point.

He can picture Kyle now eating some nice kosher food his bitch of a mother made for him, not much that he found that type of meal delicious but he was starving to death so he'd care less what it is, food is food and he'd eat anything.

It was already three pm an he was rolling on his living room floor once more; in desperation, the storm seem to not mellow down one bit. He halted, looking at the ceiling.

He was going to die. There was no other possible outcome. He grabbed his phone from the couch and fast dial Kyle.

"What?" He heard Kyle grunted out.

"What're you doing right now?"

"I was actually eating, spending some time with my family before YOU interrupted me."

"You could've just ignore it or put it on silence y'know."

With that he smiled triumphantly, Kyle didn't bother to comment back to that, he took that as a win.

"What do you want, Cartman?"

"What're you eating?"

"Huh?" That took Kyle by surprise, he could tell his genuine confusion in his tone.

"What're you eating, Kyle?"

"Why."

"Just tell me!" But with out warning his growling stomach exposed him shamelessly. He felt his cheeks reddened in embarrassment and the dreaded silencing seconds were killing him, until Kyle bother to break it.

"I was eating some cauliflower latkes."

"Oh. That sounds nice.."

"No, it isn't. You don't like kosher."

He gulped just hanging up on him, heading back upstairs as his phone rang but he didn't bother to answer cause he knew it was probably Kyle and his skepticism at the other line.

He dragged his toy box near his bed and took out some of his best friends in the world, and ofcourse, Clyde frog. Surprisingly the stitches on him weren't too noticeable, he played for over an hour. Making up fake scenarios of boss mobs and murder, all that typical kid nonsense.

The door knocked announcing someone's arrival, his eyes lit up in hope of his mother's return and he HOPED she'd atleast brought some kfc with her.

He dashed downstairs, and another knock was heard again, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" He groaned as a response but a smile formed on his lips.

Opening the door his smile faded and went straight flat, tilting his head in confusion, "what the fuck is this?" He mustered out looking at the ground a small plastic tray wrapped in a handkerchief. Grabbing it, he slammed the door shut, heading to the kitchen and inspecting it cautiously as if it were a bomb given.

He grabbed a sharp knife and from afar cut the edges of the wrapping fabric, revealing the red tray and what it seems to be a note.

With the mere point of the knife he moved it to the side and hit through the middle of it; flipping it open.

'You better not make me regret this.'

Was written over it, he recognized immediately that handwriting. Kyle.

Kyle had went under such a stormy weather just to leave him at his front door for what it seems to be some of the kosher food he ate that day, dashing off before he could even open the door like the dramatic bitch that he is. He felt his heart jump as he grabbed the tray gently.

He didn't bother to warm it up as hunger just won him.

Day three, finally the storm has cooled down. His mother had returned early in the morning, she atleast brought groceries before she left AGAIN. She didn't even bother to check on him as he was supposed to be fast 'asleep', he had heard her steps all over the house except entering his room before leaving.

He grumbled profanities before entering the bathroom and doing his normal morning routine. He ate breakfast, finished, and then grabbed his coat. It was already too long since he had step outside a couple of drops of rain didn't bother him in the slightest. He went to Kenny's but he saw his parents fist fighting outside with a couple of cops trying to cuffed them as they dragged Kenny and his siblings to a police car.

He sighed, so Kenny won't be dealing with him today. He went to Butters and entered his home like usual; without bothering to knock.

His father yelped out of the couch as his wife fell flat on the couch their clothes were messy and he wasn't stupid enough to tell he had interrupted one of their couple 'displays'.

"Why Linda! I guess we won't be finishing anything haha!" Stephen said with a nervous laughter, grabbing his coat from a hanger as his wife sat up and glared at him, "By the way Eric, Butters isn't allowed to see any of his friends he's grounded for not doing his homework," and with that he left the house.

He heard Mrs. Scotch huffed by his exit but he didn't bother to glance, he went straight up to Butters not really caring for what he was told. It's not like Butters mom seemed to care either, she just took a frame with the picture of Stephen and with a kitchen knife she began to stab it a couple of times. Yikes.

He opened Butters door and closed it, which startled Butters, "Oh, hi Eric! I'm not allowed to have friends over."

"Since when has that ever matter to me?"

Butters contemplated it for a bit before nodding, "I suppose you're right."

"I'm bored outta my mind, I need a distraction," he declared as he pace his room and scanned it all over.

"Well what can I do about that?"

"I don't know," he layyed flatly in bed, "how about we sneak outta your room and do something fun."

"Nope, not happening Eric. You better look for somebody else, I'm not moving a feet from here, I'm already very in trouble as it is."

He rolled his eyes, and reluctantly got up from the bed, stomping back downstairs. It was hopeless to fight Butters over it, Butters fear for his parents beaten any fear against him. So he dash outside, the drips of the rain welcomed him as the sky was cloudy, the ambient was grey.

He kicked a couple of rock on his way back to his house, ofcourse, his feet lead elsewhere. He headed to the park, he wasn't gonna let this shitty ass day get to him, so he saw the swings and aim for there. He sat in one, his ass wet cause of the leftover rain on it and ofcourse the still new rain flooding it with new puddles.

He sighed swinging back and forth.

Things have changed since the pandemic, everything hit hard, people began changing; reserved, distant, different.

Everything wasn't the same, and he felt trapped in this endless feeling of despair and detachment to reality.

Back

And

Forth.

Back again, swinging high up and going down in a weee. When was the last time he actually enjoyed a evening?

Once again the same rhythm, as he felt another presence sitting on the next swing by him, snapping him back out of his thoughts.

He looked at his redhead friend, who began swinging along him. Silently.

There was no words shared, neither was he explained why and when he appeared, but he wasn't complaining. Better with your rival than alone.

#south park #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kyman #sp kyman #promise my next one shot will be fluff swear🤞🏼#btw kyle was walking by there experiencing the same sense of sadness over that unexplainable feeling #he saw Cartman on his way there and it just clicked to him that maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought he was and-#that's why he approached Cartman to join in the swinging #sharing a mutual feeling with out the wording idk if its understandable what i meant but yeah

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 1 year

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Hello! I wanted to put together a February 2023 fic rec bc I’ve read some very amazing fics so far this year. This includes my January recs as well bc I forgot to make one last month lol anyway, in no particular order, enjoy!!!

Love Is A Word, You Gave It A Name by CuckooTrooke/ @larrydoinglaundry (158k)

After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

Sweet Little You by @rosesforriley (112k)

Harry Styles has been passionately researching artificial pregnancy to give a shot at conception to anyone who cannot naturally conceive for years, and after nearly a decade, he finally cracks it. He's about to make medical and scientific history, and, well, who better to be the first test subject than himself? He's always wanted a baby after all. And who better to ask to help him conceive his baby than his goofy best friend/colleague who wants absolutely nothing to do with being a father? They sure would make a cute baby, wouldn't they?OR: Harry is having a baby and he's making it everybody's business.

Untangle Me by suicxne (103k)

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December) by @greenfeelings (128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

Teach Me How To Love by @perfectdagger (70k)

Louis can’t believe he’s third wheeling, again, so he scans the bar trying to find something better to do.

And he does, he recognizes a face.

That face looks angry, almost fuming and Louis takes a gulp from his beer and looks to the other side, pretending he didn’t even see the bloke, pretending he has no clue who that person coming over his way is. “You’ve told everyone and their mother that I’m a bad fucker?!”

That’s how Harry greets him Smooth. Not really. The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Just Ask Me To by tellmethisisnotlove (120k)

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

Or the X Factor era canon fic where they learn how to be a couple and that not everyone is going to be on their sides especially those with plain white t-shirts and saccharine smiles.

Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie (46k)

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @imogenleefic (234k)

When Harry Styles received acceptance into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat leaving him with three options:

1) Moving back into student halls. 2) Becoming homeless. 3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends. He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend. If Louis Tomlinson had to choose one thing couldn't stand, it would be pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If he had to choose something he couldn't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they were opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that had no business be kept secret.

Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics (113k)

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter. (the lighthouse au part 1)

14/09/2019 by @mediawhorefics (3k)

In mid-September, Harry comes home.

A Tired Tired Sea Coda. (the lighthouse au part 2)

#sorry for posting this 3 times I'm having technical difficulties lol #read #28th appreciation #2023 fic rec #larry fic rec

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i've found the anthology books from twisted wonderland, but the ghosts thought it would be amusing to hide the rest of the books from me. i thought i'd give you all this one from the members of heartslaybul while i find savanaclaw's and the rest. have fun, dears!

❦summary; time spent with the ones you hold dear during the holidays is more than you could ask for

♪the characters in this story; riddle rosehearts, trey clover, cater diamond, ace trappola, deuce spade, gn!reader

✎word count; 3,307

❀what do the ghosts say?; titles under each character, all relationships are ambiguous (can be seen as romantic or platonic) unless stated, lotsa words, just fluff and warmth for all parts

☛the author's notes; i do not know how to make pies in the slightest, so sorry for any inaccuracies in trey's part! also really sorry as this will be the only christmas one that will be published

☪look at the catalogue?

❝A CUP OF INNOCENCE❞

Warmth is all that surrounds you in the Heartslaybul kitchen as Riddle sits nearby, watching you at the stove. There’s a saucepan full of milk on one burner and another full of chocolate chips on a burner that isn’t turned on yet. On the counter nearby are a few more ingredients to add, candy canes, vanilla, and many more sweet goods to add on. You slowly stir the milk to prevent a film from spreading over it. Leaving the milk alone for a bit on lower heat, you start on the chips, turning on the burner and beginning the process of melting the chocolate.

“Why must this take so long? Surely there’s a quicker way to do this.”

You turn to Riddle, who looks interested, but impatient nonetheless. You laugh softly, shaking your head at the impatience of Riddle.

“Patience. Taking your time with hot chocolate is what makes it good.”

When you had first asked Riddle if he wanted a cup of hot chocolate, he had looked at you in confusion. He had said that he’s never had a cup of that before, saying his mother claimed that hot chocolate were ‘cups of sugary poison’. In all honesty, what hasn’t Riddle’s mother said about the agony of too much sugar? That was when you declared that Riddle was going to have a cup of hot chocolate and you dragged him to the Heartslaybul kitchen without protest from the housewarden.

This is what led the two of you where you are now, you at the stove and Riddle watching in anticipation. You finish up with melting the chocolate and check on the milk, finding it to be a satisfying temperature. Turning off the burners, you rummage through the cabinets and find two mugs, placing them down in front of the housewarden and smiling at him widely.

“You are going to love hot chocolate Riddle, I swear.”

You take the saucepan of melted chocolate and pour an equal amount in both cups, then grabbing the saucepan of milk and doing the same with the milk. You can see Riddle watching, rising a bit from where he sits with interest. While you begin mixing the two substances in the mugs, you turn to Riddle again.

“Do you want any candy canes in it? Oh, or maybe some vanilla!” Gesturing to the spread of add-ons, seeing him stare intensely at all the sweets he could possibly add to his drink.

“I think I’ll take the peppermint.”

You’re quick to grab one of the red swirled mints and drop it into the now mixed liquid, adding your own additions before mixing them into the drinks.

After adding a good helping of whipped cream to both mugs, you bring Riddle’s hot chocolate to him, placing it in front of the housewarden and eagerly awaiting his response.

His hands curled around the mug, his eyebrows raising at such warmth emanating from the ceramic. With an encouraging nod from you, Riddle brought the mug to his lips, nose wrinkling at the whipped cream tickling his nose.

Then, he took a sip.

Almost immediately, Riddle’s eyes shot open as that first taste touched his tongue and you had never seen such a sparkle twinkle in his grey eyes before. It was like that of a child who had gotten the first taste of something so deliciously sweet.You yourself felt like you could awe at such an innocent sight.

“Do you li-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Riddle tips the mug up, taking the liquid chocolate in big gulps. You almost drop your own cup in surprise with how quickly he downs the drink. You almost worry that he’s burnt his tongue at this point.

Riddle, thankfully, brings the mug away from his lips, having apparently drank the whole mug in one go. He lets out a happy sigh, smiling down at his drink while completely ignoring the little whipped cream mustache along his lips and the white that tips his nose.

Now this sight is truly endearing and you stare at him, quite happy with the results of the hot chocolate making. You’d be happy to make him another cup, just to see that childlike innocence in his eyes again.

❝DIPPED IN CHOCOLATE❞

You had only been scrolling through Magicam, looking through the tags for Christmas, and you had spotted a delicious looking chocolate pie that was decorated for the holiday.

You couldn’t help but show Trey the decadent sweet, gushing about how pretty it looked and probably how good tasted and now you were in Heartslaybul’s kitchen with him, bowls littered across the counter and flour dusting both of your aprons. Of course, before all this, you guys had to go to Sam’s and get all the materials needed for the pie.

Now, back in the kitchen, you were crushing peppermints and candy canes to sprinkle on the top while Trey created the filling of the pie. There was a previous attempt that was in the trash where you tried taking the reins that time, but had mistakenly mixed up the salt and sugar, an honest mistake seeing as the two containers looked dangerously similar, resulting in a very different pie than expected.

So, Trey banished you to crushing duty, giving you the rolling pin to use for your pleasure. The job he gave you was fun at least, putting the candies in a plastic baggy and absolutely destroying them while he put the new crust into the oven.

“How’re you doing over there?”

You lift your head from where you’re massacring candy canes, sending the vice housewarden a smile.

“I’m doing good! Almost done with this batch.”

Trey gave you a proud smile that made your chest fill with happiness, the both of you turning back to your original tasks.

It was sort of calming, in a way, the repetitive motion of moving the rolling pin over the baggy, grinding the candy not too fine but not too big either. And, sometimes, you’d sneak a quick peppermint past your lips to suck on. You can hear the whisk tapping against the edge of the bowl, letting you know that Trey was hard at work.

The kitchen was silent except for the noises from your work, whisking, rolling, mixing, crushing. It was nice. Despite the initial hesitancy and the first attempt at the pie, right now in this moment, you were enjoying yourself.

“Hey, don’t crush your finger.”

You yelp at the sudden voice right next to you, almost whipping around and whacking the rolling pin into Trey’s side if not for his hand grabbing your forearm to stop that from happening.

“Trey!” You heave a sigh as you turn to look at him, who laughs softly at your exasperated tone. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people with a literal whacking tool.”

Another laugh and you can’t help but chuckle along, playfully whacking Trey’s shoulder before shooing him back to where he was before. Soon enough, Trey calls to you once more, declaring that the crust was done and it was time to let it cool. You’re happy that you’ll get to eat this pie soon enough, motivating you to finish the last few candies and crush them.

When you finally finish crushing those candies, you turn to see Trey placing the crust into the fridge, grabbing another bowl that was filled with what you assume to be the whipped cream. This time, with your own task done, you get to watch the vice housewarden as he uses his whisk to stir the whipped cream into a more fluffy looking substance.

“When will it be done? It’s taking so long!”

Trey chuckles at your whine, taking the whisk from the whipped cream bowl and gently tapping the tip on your nose.

“Be patient, alright?”

You yelp at the sudden cold touch, blinking a few times before wiping the topping off and putting the tip of your finger in your mouth. The taste is delicious, sweetness and sugar melting onto your tongue and making warmth curl into your chest.

Eventually, the pie is finally done after so much waiting, with you both sprinkling the crushed peppermints on top together. When it came to cutting up the pie, Trey gave you the first slice, one that had a lot of whipped cream and peppermints on it. The result was delicious, the chocolate taste smooth and the whipped cream adding some more sweetness where the chocolate would lack with the crushed peppermints giving a bit of crunch.

Trey cut a slice of his own and the two of you moved to Heartslaybul’s lounge to enjoy the fruits of your labor together, talking and laughing together about any topics you two pleased.

❝THE SNOW THAT FALLS❞

The snow was finally starting to fall at NRC, decorating the grounds in a powdery white covering. The trees almost sparkled if you looked at them in the right angle, truly looking magical. Of course, with beautiful scenery, Cater just had to get some good pictures. And of course, he couldn’t do it without you, his Magicam partner in crime, willingly or not.

The cold nips at your skin and you rub your hands together to warm yourself, following Cater through the snow filled outside. He looks as cheery as ever though, a small skip in his step and phone at the ready to capture the perfect shot.

“Cater, it is what the hell AM in the morning, and we’re out here taking Magicam pics.”

Cater laughs, wrapping an arm around you and hugging you close. “Oh come on, don’t you wanna hang out with your bestie Cay-Cay?”

You lean a bit closer to Cater, relishing the warmth that he gives off before answering back. “Maybe if you didn’t drag me out in the cold, I’d be hanging out with you willingly.”

The two of you then giggle at your words and continue walking. Cater stops a few times to snap a picture of a tree that looked like it was sparkling with the snow covering its branches. Most of the time, you’d stand back and watch, trying to keep warm. Other times you were a participant in the photographing, taking a picture of Cater in front of whatever he deemed his backdrop.

He was taking another picture, crouching and standing to try and get a good shot when Cater turned to you, pausing in his photography. “Hey!”

You look up from where you’re blowing hot breath onto your palms, looking to Cater with a curious tilt of your head. This is when Cater suddenly takes a picture of you, the flash of the camera momentarily blinding you.

“Wha-? Cater, what was that for?”

Cater grins at you, turning the phone screen to face you and show a picture of you. You’re looking at the camera, hands raised by your mouth and cupped together. Your eyes look bright and there are light speckles of snow that dust the photo, making it look like the perfect Magicam pic.

He waves the phone around for a bit, giggling. Meanwhile, you can feel your skin warm at the sight of yourself. “Aaaw, don’t you look so cute~”

You resolve to roll your eyes, arms crossing. “I don’t look that good in that picture Cay.”

Cater laughs, walking over to you and cooing at you as if you were a child, calling you adorable, cute, this and that. You groan as such attention and push the Heartslaybul student away, smiles apparent on both of your lips.

“Alright, alright, shut up!” You then grab Cater’s phone, pulling him in for a side hug. You’re quick to snap a picture of the both of you, smiling into the camera as Cater is quick to catch on and smiles as well.

The picture that comes out of this is a bit blurry, but you two still look at it with glee. It’s not exactly Magicammable, but it’s still nice nonetheless.

You and Cater walk together back to the main school building, joking about this and that. Later, while scrolling on Magicam yourself, and decide to check Cater’s personal story, lips curling into a smile when finding your picture there.

❝TINSEL AND TEASING❞

“Uugh, this box is too heavy!”

You could already feel yourself rolling your eyes, smiling despite as you pull out some more ornaments. There’s a crochet angel that you didn’t know existed, turning it in your palm carefully. “You’re fine, it’s just a few decorations.”

Ace next to almost drops the box right next to you, earning a surprised yell from you at the loud sound. You lift your head to glare at the Heartslaybul student, who returns your glare with a cheeky smile. The crochet angel is swiftly thrown at his face and he lets out a small “ack!” as it hits his nose. You laugh, turning back to the box in front of you to continue digging through it.

The snow was starting to fall at Night Raven College, so that meant that it was that time to put the tree up and start decorating. You managed to drag Ace into helping you decorate the mini tree you had in your room, although with a lot of bargaining.

Sam’s was selling some ornaments for dirt cheap and you couldn’t resist the urge to take the deal. Though, this now meant that you had to sort through the ornaments for what you wanted and didn’t want. You could only hope that some other students would take the leftover decorations.

Ace crouched down next to you, watching as you went back to sorting through the ornaments, watching silently with those ruby eyes of his. You take out another ornament, finding it to be a small little basketball. The black lines have glitter on them that sparkle lightly in your room’s light.

You smile at this, showing it to Ace. “Oh, this one’s yours!” You get a pout in return as you place the ornament in Ace’s already outstretched palm.

“Really?”

Despite his irritated tone, Ace still takes the basketball ornament and walks to your mini tree and puts it right next to the one that you declared as yours. You chuckle softly at the sight and continue your sorting.

For a majority of the time, Ace was only watching, scrolling on Magicam or complaining about how long you’re taking. But whenever you ask him to move a box towards the door or hang up some ornaments, he does it without much complaint. He does, however, complain about how apparently boring this whole endeavor is.

After what seemed like the millionth time, you sigh and turn to Ace, a not so pleased look on your face. “You know, you can leave if you’re so bored.”

This gives your usually noisy companion pause, thumb hovering over the phone screen. Thankfully, he bounces back, snickering at you. “If I left, you’d be all alone and probably get all sad.”

You scoff, readying another ornament to throw. When you do, Ace is prepared, blocking the little star decoration with a pillow.

“Ha! Missed me!”

He didn’t expect the next one you threw, a little snowman that hit Ace smack dab in the middle of his forehead. He curses and you laugh again, humored at your companion’s misfortune.

“Head shot!” Ace gives you a frown at your cheer, tossing the ornaments back to you with huff. You laugh again, taking the decorations back and putting them into the box.

Ace does eventually have to leave your room, dorm duties calling him back and it leaves you in your room, staring happily at the decorated tree. You had turned off the lights to allow the lights on the tree to glow in the dark light. And clearly, in the light, you can see yours and Ace’s ornaments hanging next to each other.

❝SEASON'S TREATINGS❞

The vendors at the farmer’s market were always quite kind whenever you visited, recognizing you as an NRC and treating you, usually, kindly.

This Sunday, you had decided to drag a friend along for some seasonal shopping. Deuce walks along next to you, a bag for your groceries in hand with you holding the shopping list. The cold nips at both of your skin, blowing at your necks and biting at your cheeks.

“Why do you need so much stuff?” Deuce scratches at his head as you read over the list again, trying to calculate how much each item would cost. You only pat Deuce’s shoulder, smiling at him.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s for the holidays.” You smile at him. “I’m planning on doing something for all my friends.”

He nods, humming as he continues to walk alongside you. You drag Deuce to the first stall on your list, talking with the vendor about prices and attempting to haggle for a bit of a lower price before paying for an agreed upon price.

For most of the trip, Deuce provides a source of filling the usual silence, discussing things that have been happening during school, plans for the winter season, and the like. Soon enough, one bag filled with veggies and breads turns to two bags, the other filled with much heavier produce. Then two turned to three, filled with sweet treats and more fragile produce.

Even though you insisted on taking at least one of the bags, to lighten the load, Deuce insisted on carrying all the bags. He said he was strong enough to carry them all, telling you that you only needed to worry about your shopping.

You still insisted and Deuce eventually cracked, giving you the lightest bag out of the three. While not completely satisfied with this, you continue on with your trip.

The vendors this Sunday had a lot more produce and varied products for sale. There were handmade clothes, dolls, jewelry, almost anything that you could think of.

“Oh, Deuce!” You get Deuce’s attention from where he’s looking at candies, walking over to you and the stall you were at.

You point at the object in your hand, a small chick plush that still hides in its shell. The shell was faintly fuzzy, soft to the touch. The yellow fabric of the chick was even softer, comforting to the touch and so addicting to feel. “Isn’t it so cute?” You almost want to hug it, but refrain from doing so as you haven’t paid for it yet, so you only pet it. Deuce looks at it in awe, smiling at the plush.

“Yeah, it’s really cute! Do you want it?”

You ponder for a bit before asking the price. When the vendor says forty thaumarks, you cringe at the amount. Deuce hears it also, lips pursing at the price. With a sigh, you reluctantly placed the plush back onto the stand.

“Another day.” You sigh again, linking arms with Deuce to bring him away from the stand. “I can buy it after I save up.”

Deuce gives you a look, head turning back a few times to the stand with the plush. “A-Are you sure?”

You give him a nod, leading him away. “Yeah. Let’s finish our shopping, okay?”

And that you two did, continuing to walk through the market and crossing things off your list. On your way back to NRC, the snow started to gently fall, accompanying the slowly setting sun. You make your way to your dorm, putting away the day’s shopping in the dorm kitchen, humming a seasonal tune as you put the final groceries away.

The receipts are at the bottom of the bags and you grab them, looking at the prices and the totals. Then you come across a rather short receipt with only one item listed on the paper.

Chick Plush, 40.00

Surely, this one isn’t yours, you’re sure of it. Your mind trails to the only other logical solution and you smile, laughing softly under your breath. Now you know your present.

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