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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Real Friends

Valkyrae & Reader (Male)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: SMAU, Platonic fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following an accidental and not very consensual face reveal, Y/N’s dealing the sudden shift of the spotlight on him even more than it was before. Being the big deal he is on social media, the internet has every right to be freaking out. Luckily, he’s got a friend to help him cope with it all.

Requested by @iawaythrown Hii! Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry for how long it has taken me to complete your request and post it but here it finally is. I’ve never written a SMAU before so this isn’t the classic SMAU format but I still hope you’ll enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

Imagine you end a toxic relationship of almost a year and go to bed feeling like a ton of bricks has been lifted off you, like you can finally breathe properly and like you’re finally getting a taste of freedom. The very freedom you chose to lose by getting in the toxic relationship in the first place. Of course, I didn’t know it was toxic at the time, probably cause it wasn’t, but it gradually turned into a nightmare.

A nightmare that keeps haunting me even after I thought I had put an end to it.

Apparently, that was wishful thinking cause I woke up this morning to find an unbelievable number of notifications and messages from friends, family and my manager and associates. Being in the music industry as a faceless creator, I keep my circle tight and it only consists of people I can trust so to see them all freaking out at me at once, even the most level-headed ones, freaked me out too. Quickly, I opened the first notification I reflexively tapped on and it opened a post in which someone had tagged me.

A picture taken of me while I was asleep, no doubt one taken by my ex. That being said, I think we can all have a guess at who posted it in the first place. I didn’t listen to my manager when he told me to not allow anyone I trust 1000% into my inner circle. I was foolish and at the peak of my career, feeling on top of the world and feeling invincible which was rare for me. I’ve always been insecure about many things in my life, growing up with a lot of judgy people made me be that way. Not to mention that I didn’t want to be the victim of the internet’s racism either. People turn a blind eye most of the time, but it’s still there, it still exists and looms over all social media platforms, disturbing people’s peace left and right. You see, I didn’t want people to have an opinion of my art based on my appearance or associations with other creators. I’m pretty good friends with many content creators, especially in the gaming industry, but I’ve never wanted to be put in a box as one of the many friends of someone famous. I made a name for myself without anyone knowing who I am exactly.

And now they all know because of this photo that my ex sent to float down the rivers of hungry social media:

Damn am I gonna get an earful from my manager or what. It’s still rater early though and I’m really not about to deal with this drama on a caffeine-free brain so if there are any calls, emails or messages that need answering - and yes, there are PLENTY of them - they’ll all have to wait until I feel like dealing with them. I’m glad I don’t have to keep up this unbothered charade at home since I live alone cause I seriously don’t feel ok with this. I mean, I could probably report it, but what use would that be when my brand now has a face and a huge chunk of my privacy has already surfaced against my will.

As I sit in my kitchen, sipping my coffee, I finally gather the nerve to at least scroll through the notifications that I’ve received. Fans reaching out, relatives, friends, pissed off people that are there just to exist and try to disturb my peaceful existence but all they’re gonna get is a hard DELETE from me. I have offers on top of offers for modeling pending, waiting on my response. I’ve never considered it, being a faceless creator and all, but my manager will definitely want to milk some cash from this too. That thought makes me sigh in defeat. I have no one to blame but myself for trusting my ex. No one made me do it, no one made me let them in, but I still did, fucking myself over insanely. Just like they’ve now fucked me over.

Amongst the sea of notifications and yet to be opened messages, one in particular stands out and makes me do a double take. It’s a message from my friend Rae - Valkyrae, as she’s known online. She’s one of those gamer friends I mentioned earlier, probably the one I’m closest with. Her and I talk on the regular so seeing a message from her in my inbox is nothing unusual so I wonder why that was the one that stuck out to me. Regardless, that’s the only one I feel like opening and replying to at the moment.

V ~ Hey Y/N, you doing ok? This all must be really hard on you so don’t feel obligated to reply. Do so when you can or want to. I’m here if you wanna talk

Of course Rae would be the one to know how I truly feel in a situation like this. I can act and cover up all I want but she knows exactly what’s underneath the surface of my façade. That third eye friends have for each other, it’s incredible.

Me ~ Doing ok. Wasn’t expecting to wake up to this but now that millions of people know what I look like it feels oddly bittersweet, you know? Like I don’t have to go out of my way to hide anymore but I’m also gonna miss that privacy I had while I was a phantom

Me ~ On the upside: people want me to be a model now XD

My message goes to Seen almost write away, the Typing icon appearing shortly after the messages were read. I wait for Rae’s reply, sipping my slowly cooling coffee with little interest due to how invested I am in our conversation. If there’s a person who can make light of this situation, it’s Rae, no doubt about it.

V ~ I know what you mean. It’s not gonna be easy to adjust to but you will get used to it eventually. I’m sure you’ll even grow to like it. Promise you, it’s not that scary to be exposed, there’s literal millions of people who support you wholeheartedly :)

V ~ Us, your friends, are here too! Never forget that, we’ve always got your back, Y/N!

V ~ Oh and you really should be a model! Whoever’s saying that has got the right idea. Maybe don’t fear this new change, but embrace it! Take this new turn in your life confidently. Sure, it was out of the blue, but do you really want the person who exposed you to feel the satisfaction of bringing you down? That doesn’t sound like you at all tbh

The epiphany strikes me as soon as Rae’s words sink in as I read them. She’s 100% right. The last thing I want is for my ex to think they’ve won. I refuse to give them the pleasure of tasting victory on the expense of my mental health and career progress. In fact, imma show them just how much they benefited me. But first...

Me ~ Thank you so much, Rae. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this eye-opener

Me ~ I owe you one <3

I sure as hell owe her one, but for now I have other battles to win.

Rifling through my gallery, I find one more recent picture and without a shred of doubt or hesitation, I go straight to Instagram to post it.

~ “Since y’all were curious...And since y’all wanna see me model, you’re welcome” ~

Within seconds likes and comments start flowing in like a riptide, taking over my phone that, despite being charged all night, is already at half of its battery life.

I refresh the page with the post to look at the new comments that have come through, all supportive and complimenting me, some are real thirsty and some are incredibly kind. And even in that sea, her comment still sticks out to me, making me grin like an idiot.

“That’s what I was talking about! Work it, Y/N!“

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ablogthatishenceforthmine · 3 years

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My Favorite Lyrics in Each Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Song: Season 4

Meet Rebecca: “She’s too hard to summarize.”

What’s Your Story: “And then/ When I plead guilty/ Just for like metaphorical symbolism.”

No One Else is Singing My Song: “No one gets/ How alone/ How alone/ How alone/ Only I am.”

Time to Seize the Day: “You/ step out the door/ Then back through the door/ Sit on the floor/ And stare at the floor/ Rock yourself until you feel okay.”

The Cringe: “Because nothing is as scary as what lurks in your past.”

Don’t Be a Lawyer: “No one you work with looks like Ally Mcbeal.”

Our Twisted Fate: “Such is our twisted fate.”

I Want to Be a Child Star: “I wanna sue my parents for emancipation/ After they get caught stealing from me.”

The Group Mind has Decided You’re in Love: “Rebecca, don’t you have bigger problems going on right now?/ Yes, and this is a welcome distraction/ Now, you might say we just need a distraction.”

I Always Never Believed in You: “Allow me to tip my hat to you sir/ Cause you’re no longer a total loser.”

Trapped in a Car with Someone You Don’t Want to be Trapped in a Car with: “Pina Colada/ That should be a city.”

Farewell, Fair Mustache: “Catching my tears/ And occasionally corn.”

How to Clean Up: “If you see something that’s not where it belongs/ Just pick it up/ And put it where it belongs.”

Forget it: “Moms’ always worrying about what semi-strangers gonna say/ And they’re right, we think about it all day.”

Hello, Nice to Meet You: “But to be fair/ It’s not everyday your doc asks, ‘how did sauce get in there?’”

“What U Missed While U Were Popular: “Now you might find it hard that adulthood gets so real/ While the nerdy kids from high school are like ‘I got this, no big deal.”

Hungry Vagina Metaphor: “Then bring me what I really want!/ A saucer of your milk.”

Itchy Vagina Metaphor: “This feline can’t come out to play.”

Funky Vagina Metaphor: “Funky cat!/ Is all the rage/ When something’s off with your PH.”

Sports Analogies: “Men feel safe with these empty generalities.”

Hello, Nice To Meet You Reprise 1: “So what if we meet in another time and another place?”

Hello, Nice to Meet You Reprise 2: “Since you’re both the future and kind of a mirror/ I’ll tell you right now that life doesn’t get clearer.”

Gratuitous Karaoke Moment: “The crowd was annoyed/ But now they’re getting on board.”

I Hate Everything But You: “I hate the phrase ‘Love conquers all’/ And I hate that it’s true/ Because I wanna not hate things when i’m with you”

I’m Not Sad, You’re Sad: “Can’t find coke/ So I snort ibuprofen.”

The Darkness: “For so many years, i’ve used the darkness to feel/ But now there are things in my life that are actually real.”

Anti-Depressants Are So Not a Big Deal: “Yes, everyone is special/ That’s usually the sitch/ But when it comes to meds/ You’re such a basic bitch.”

End of the Movie (Reprise): “Because sometimes life decides to be annoying obvious about when it wants you to make a change.”

Real Life Fighting is Awkward: “And if you even had a real weapon/ You’d be freaked out by the weapon/ A weapon makes everything too real.”

Let Me Be In Your Show: “Just like everyone knows/ No need to assume or suppose.”

Etta Mae’s Lament: “Cause there are only two types of women/ Me and virgins you commit to.”

The Tick Tock Clock: “Tickety tock goes the tick tock clock/ Tickety tockety clickity clockity.”

I’m The Bride of the Pirate King: “If I die at his hand, It won’t be a surprise/ Cause my love for the pirate king is true and pure and wise.”

Apple Man: “I’ll never be caught chomping on a kumquat/ Tell that to your friend Susannah.”

What’ll It Be? (Reprise): “We’ll it took me two years to shake off my fears/ And see that the problem was me.”

The Math of Love Quadrangles: “After so much growth, she’s still stuck between men.”

Slow Motion: “Put on sunglasses/ Take off the sunglasses/ And just hold them I guess.”

Slow Motion (Reprise): “Maybe they think we’re in a sexy cult/ or flight attendants for five different airlines.”

JAP Battle (Reprise): “Just like I hated you/ But now I kinda like you/ This song’s another thing I can see two sides to.”

Love’s Not a Game: “I just talked to Jesus and he said that it’s cool.”

There’s No Bathroom: “Please don’t poop in my balloon!”

Love’s Not a Game (Reprise): “In order for a victory/ Someone else must lose.”

Eleven O’Clock: “I’ve done the workbooks/ Taken the pills/ What more could I do?/ How do I still not know myself after all that i’ve been through?”

West Covina (Final Reprise): “You’re remarkable!”

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tearsofsyrup · 3 years

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peckish

— It’s Seungkwan’s birthday and you want to surprise him with breakfast in bed. But when he wakes up, there’s a different kind of hunger rumbling in his stomach.

pairing. boo seungkwan / female reader

genre. established relationship au; non-idol au; fluff; smut

word count. 2k

warnings. brief sexually explicit content; domestic af; blonde kwan-ah, now with glasses; poorly proof-read

notes. (belated) happy birthday, uri boo. i wasn’t sure whether to post this or not but here we are and here you go! feedback is ardently appreciated!

It isn’t often that you find yourself awake before Seungkwan. But your subconscious must have known that today is special. Not that it makes awakening any easier.

Eyes barely open and limbs stirring sluggishly beneath the duvet, you glance towards your boyfriend. His hair is nothing short of messy against the pillow, recently dyed a warm blonde that you won’t admit exactly how much you enjoy on him. A natural pout puckers his lips, emphasized by how his one cheek is squished beneath him. His skin shines with a golden tan under the shy rays of this morning’s sun. Slow, relaxed breaths leave his nose and you can faintly feel them graze your face. It makes you smile.

But you need to get up before those eyelids of his creak open.

You've always wondered why your body feels ten times heavier when getting out of bed, as if an invisible force is begging you to stay put. And it’s a tempting notion to give in to, despite it only being forged by your own mind. However, the unfortunate nature of breakfast is that it doesn’t cook itself. Not even on birthdays.

So, you rise, the heel of your hand rubbing one eye while the other tries to stay open, balance off as you stand. You don’t bother looking for a pair of pants, aware that you only have so much time before the peace of an asleep Seungkwan will run out, and wander around the bed on wobbly legs and only half your vision with nothing but a pajama shirt and panties on.

You make sure not to stumble into the closed door of Vernon’s room as you pass it, rounding the corner into the kitchen with a long yawn. Eyes blinking tightly and frequently, they scan the poverty of your fridge, not containing much other than an almost empty carton of milk, leftover pizza from a week ago and two bottles of ketchup because Vernon accidentally bought an extra one. And the eggs and bacon you sneaked in yesterday.

As you begin preparing Seungkwan’s meal, you try not to make too much of a racket, in an effort to keep your boyfriend unknowing, even when you accidentally hit your head against the cupboard door that you have a bad habit of leaving open. But it seems to be either that or the fact that you might have jumped with a vocal yelp when the frying pan unexpectedly spit hot oil on your hand, that coaxes consciousness into Seungkwan before breakfast is ready. Because you think you can hear faint footsteps through the hissing heat that your poking with a spatula.

Your lips are already pursed when Seungkwan clears his throat of some post-slumber grogginess.

“Shit, go back to sleep!” You haven’t even turned to look his way before you speak, tone chalky from lack of use and eyes focused on positioning the bacon in a needlessly neat order.

Seungkwan snorts. “That didn’t sound like ‘good morning, honey’ to me.” His voice is even more gritty than yours, something he also seems to notice as he begins clearing his throat again.

You scoff, throwing him a scornful look past your shoulder, secretly delighted by the sight of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “Like you violently shaking me out of bed while trying to shove vitamins down my throat every day is a form of ‘good morning, honey’.”

Coincidentally though not surprisingly, he is reaching for his bottle of vitamins as you finish speaking. “It’s not my fault you can’t wake up on your own,” he protests, filling a cup with water. “And vitamins are important.”

You try not to roll your eyes too far back into your head when you resume monitoring the bacon. “Anyway, I was gonna make you breakfast in bed, so go back to sleep.”

Seungkwan gulping down his vitamins sounds from behind you and when you turn your head, there is curiosity in the look he gives you. Your focus shifts back ahead as he comes closer. He sniffs from beside you, eyeing the pink strips of meat.

“You’re not burning down my kitchen, are you?” That earns him a side-eyed glare.

“Hey, three people own this kitchen, actually.”

“Ha! When have you ever seen Vernon make anything except cup noodles?”

The lower of your lips juts outward in a pout, unable to argue with that point. But you struggle to maintain the expression wholeheartedly when Seungkwan smiles, brown eyes dripping with amusement before you. You look away, the corners of your mouth itching.

“Breakfast in bed?” he recalls.

“Mhm.”

“What for?”

You huff a laugh. “Shut up. Go sleep.”

Seungkwan giggles, moving away toward the electric kettle. “Eggs and bacon in bed? Could get grease stains on the sheets.”

“Then stop eating like a child or put a bib on.”

Seungkwan makes a sound of offence and his eyes are wide and accusatory behind the large lenses of his glasses when you twist your neck to shoot him a victorious grin. He scoffs, shaking his head before filling the kettle with water.

“No need to roast me. I’m not a piece of that bacon, you know...”

“Pfft.” Your eyes roll again, the bacon in question slowly turning crisp.

Seungkwan meets you with a low-lidded glance. “You shouldn’t be so mean. Especially on my-”

“No, shhh! Not yet, go back to sleep!”

Seungkwan’s laugh is hearty then, while you keep yourself from being infected by it. He turns the kettle on, placing two mugs on the counter next to it before turning and leaning back with loosely crossed arms.

You squint at the pursed smirk he gives you. “You’re not making coffee, are you?”

His eyebrows jump upward. “I am... Like every other morning.”

You exaggerate the deflation of your posture, pout thrice as dramatic as earlier. “But, you can’t go back to sleep if you’re all caffeinated...”

“Well, I’m not gonna fall back asleep either way, baby,” he says with a grin, the curve of his cheekbones rising higher and accentuating the charming arch of his smiling eyes.

With a heavy drop of your head, you huff. Your plan has officially failed. Staring at the darkening bacon feels demeaning, one hand landing on your forehead where it banged against the cupboard door.

A sudden weight settles atop your right shoulder, making you jump a little before realizing it’s Seungkwan’s chin. The warmth of his chest engulfs your back through the fabric of both of your shirts and makes you realize that you are cold with your bare legs out. He peers over you, watching the sizzling bacon below.

“Sorry, baby. For ruining your plan.”

Your free shoulder shrugs. “It’s fine. Isn’t it the thought that counts?”

He chuckles softly, warm in your ear. “Right.”

Seungkwan’s heat leaves you as he goes to handle the water that’s boiled and you try not to shiver, beginning to lift the now crisp strips of bacon onto a paper towel. While Seungkwan prepares coffee, you reach for the eggs, needing both hands to crack them safely into the frying pan.

You watch Seungkwan with a secret glance, quietly admiring the sharp corner of his jawline and the soft slope of his nose. When he catches you, you admire the smile that grows across his lips too.

No more words are exchanged in the comfortable silence between you, until Seungkwan has placed two cups of coffee on the counter next to the stove and his chin is back in your shoulder. Instinctively, you lean into his warm body and decide not to comment on what you can feel is left of his morning wood against your backside. Seungkwan’s palms run softly over your bare hips and you shudder at the contrasting temperature.

“Why aren’t you wearing any pants, babe? It’s cold,” he murmurs, voice gentler next to your ear.

“I was too tired to care.” You poke slightly at the sunny-side-ups.

“Want me to go get you some clean ones?”

A small smile creeps its way up the corners of your mouth. “What, you don’t like me half-naked?”

Seungkwan laughs. “I like it a little too much, I think.”

With a quirked brow, you wonder if it isn’t a case of morning wood after all.

“I see,” you start. “In that case, I think I’m happy just like this.”

Seungkwan snickers quietly, arms lifting to curve around your waist and hold you tighter against him. Bulge poking at your lower back, he hums a soft melody you cannot place as he watches you move the cooked eggs onto a clean plate and push the pan away from the stove. In an attempt to escape Seungkwan’s embrace, you wiggle a bit and receive a long sigh that brushes across the skin of your neck in return. But he doesn’t relent, simple moving the both of you over with a steadfast grip around you, making you laugh.

“Hey, breakfast in kitchen is ready,” you giggle.

“So, feed me,” he says, grin apparent through his tone.

For a third time, your eyes roll upward, yet you oblige and cut a piece of bacon and eggs for your boyfriend before lifting it into his mouth. He chews it next to your ear, humming with content.

“Wow,” you smirk, arms resting over Seungkwan’s where they hug your stomach. “It’s like live ASMR.”

Seungkwan chuckles. “Thank you, baby. It tastes great.” A sweet kiss is puckered against your cheek.

You twist your neck to meet his face, snuggling into him like he’s a blanket covering you. His eyes meet yours through his glasses and he smiles, wide and pretty, thumbs rubbing against the soft fabric of your shirt. You lean forward, placing your mouth over his and moving it slowly. He reciprocates easily, adding more pressure and quickly turning the kiss more fervent. You feel him hardening behind you, causing a familiar heat to begin aching within the confines of your underwear.

It is first when his fingers sneak up to begin unbuttoning your pajama shirt that you detach your lips from his, lids heavy over your eyes as you watch him. He dives downward and starts pecking and licking at your neck instead.

“Kwannie,” you say with a hushed tone, hand gripping Seungkwan’s wrist weakly. “What if Vernon wakes up?”

Seungkwan huffs into your skin, breath warm. “He won’t,” comes his mumble. “Unless you bang about, like earlier.”

You unsuccessfully suppress a disdainful grunt. “Fuck, I did wake you up when I walked into that damn cupboard door again...”

Your boyfriend grins against you before lifting his head, too amused with the pout you sport. “I’m just teasing, baby. I was already awake by then.”

His giggles are met with disappointed glare. “Bully...”

A quick peck tickles your nose. “Is your head okay, though?”

You shrug. “I’ll live.”

And that is when you notice that your shirt is completely unbuttoned, Seungkwan’s gentle touch pulling it open before placing warm palms over your breasts. You sigh, thighs subconsciously tightening to try and relieve the increasing heat between them.

“Since your first plan didn’t work,” Seungkwan whispers against the shell of your ear and you lean into his erection behind you, “how about we do something else for my-...” Your eyebrows jump at his pause. “Wait, can I say it yet?”

A happy guffaw escapes you, meeting his round eyes with a delighted grin. Gripping his wrist, you guide his slender fingers beneath the cotton of your panties and watch his pupils dilate in real time, his eyelashes dancing with the ends of fluffy, blonde hair. Your hips tense when his skin meets your heat, sensitive with a need for attention.

“Yes, Kwannie,” you finally reply, biting your lip through your wide smile. “Happy birthday.”

...

Later, when the taste of Seungkwan’s release is coating your throat and your knees are aching, he asks if you want to take your vitamins yet. Your incredulous laugh is so loud that you are sure it makes even Vernon wake up.

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 3 years

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The Battle for Fate!

(screenshots from Royal Mike!)

Opening Ceremony

Wizard Cookie: Finally! We’ve made it to the Pantheon of Starlight! Alchemist Cookie: The prize is a chalice that was dipped in the Nebula Spring! What properties does it have?! Sandwich Cookie: Anything poured into the Nebula Chalice will make the perfect drink for any sandwich! Bacon Cookie: A perfect drink? No! Bacon. Eggs. Milk. The perfect breakfast! ???: Hehe… Just look at ‘em… How pathetic.

Priestesses of the Stars: Starfruit Cookie! The opening ceremony is about to commence! Starfruit Cookie: Just a moment! I need to look perfect for this speech! Starfruit Cookie: I’ve never seen so many Cookies… I’m a bit nervous. Priestesses of the Stars: As High Oracle, we are sure you will do perfectly fine. We believe in you! Starfruit Cookie: Right? Right! I can do this. There’s nothing I can’t do. Let’s start this tournament! ???: The festivities will begin soon. Let us commence with our plan.

Licorice Cookie: No one but Dark Enchantress Cookie deserves the Nebula Chalice! Pomegranate Cookie: To present it to our Master, you will need to claim it first. Dark Choco Cookie: Can that cup truly negate starlight? I’ve also heard tales that it also reveals the whereabouts of ancient legends… Pomegranate Cookie: It is most very likely. The chalice is said to reveal everything the stars can see. Pomegranate Cookie: I will approach Starfruit Cookie. She will prove most… useful in learning about the chalice. Licorice Cookie: Hehe…! Not unless I find it first! Dark Choco Cookie: ...Let’s get moving. We don’t have much time. Starfruit Cookie: Welcome, one and all, to the first tournament of the stars, the grand Battle for Fate! Starfruit Cookie: Only the most honorable and skilled can claim the Nebula Chalice.

Wizard Cookie: I’ve been practicing my spells just for this moment! Sandwich Cookie: I’ve been making and serving sandwiches, plus running everyday! No one’s better prepared than me. Bacon Cookie: BEHOLD! New cooking utensils! With these, everyone will be too impressed with my cooking to run! Alchemist Cookie: HA! With my new concoction, that chalice is as good as mine! Licorice Cookie: Hehe… none of you stand a chance. I’m gonna be the one to claim the Nebula Chalice! Starfruit Cookie: Let the Battle for Fate begin!

The Vision

Starfruit Cookie: The tournament must be in full swing by now. I wonder if it’s going well! Starfruit Cookie: Oh? Who’s that…? I’ve never seen that Cookie here before. Hey, you can’t just barge in here! Pomegranate Cookie: My apologies. I was led here by a mysterious power. Starfruit Cookie: You felt the powers of starlight...? The other priestesses here can’t really sense them though… Starfruit Cookie: You’re not like the other Cookies, are you? What’s your name? Pomegranate Cookie: I am Pomegranate Cookie. I come according to the will of the one I serve. Pomegranate Cookie: Upon hearing of the Battle for Fate, I decided to see it with my own eyes. Starfruit Cookie: So! What do you think of the tournament and festivities so far? Pomegranate Cookie: The opening ceremony was quite the spectacle indeed. And this temple’s beauty is quite grand. Pomegranate Cookie: You must have poured your heart and soul into preparing for this occasion. Starfruit Cookie: Well, it wasn’t easy! But, after all, it’s me! I knew I could handle it. Pomegranate Cookie: The grand prize is also amazing. I had only heard of the Nebula Chalice in myths and legends. Starfruit Cookie: Exciting, isn’t it?! With the chalice, the stars can show you everything! But only once though… Starfruit Cookie: The High Oracles of the past kept it hidden away, but with it we can let every Cookie know about our temple! Pomegranate Cookie: Such wise judgment for one so young. It is thanks to your decisions that I am graced to be here today.

Starfruit Cookie: So I was right! Hehe, this was a great choice. Priestesses of the Stars: Starfruit Cookie! There is something you must come check at once! Starfruit Cookie: Oh, duty calls! It was nice meeting a Cookie just like me! Pomegranate Cookie: As did I… As did I. Priestesses of the Stars: That was excellent! Starfruit Cookie, everyone is so very impressed! Starfruit Cookie: I’m so glad that everyone is enjoying the tournament! We should do this every year! Priestesses of the Stars: As today’s games are over, we will take our leave. Starfruit Cookie: Everyone’s gone, right…? I should pop over to the Nebula Spring. Starfruit Cookie: The sky is especially clear today. I should be able to read the stars without any problems! Starfruit Cookie: Stars, please light my path! Grant me a vision to help me bring peace unto our world! Starfruit Cookie: I will accept your guidance, no matter how sweet or bitter it may be.

Starfruit Cookie: Hmm… Not even a single ripple. Maybe the stars don’t want to talk tonight... Starfruit Cookie: Oh! OH! The Nebula Spring is shining! A vision has been granted! Starfruit Cookie: What’s this… the stars are… They’ve gone dark?! Starfruit Cookie: Is something terrible going to happen with the tournament?

A Fateful Meeting

Licorice Cookie: Argh..! Where’d they hide that chalice?! I’ve been looking everywhere! Licorice Cookie: I need to find it before Pomegranate Cookie…! No, not that. Nope, this isn’t a chalice… Dark Choco Cookie: Wait… what was that noise? We need to move. Now. Licorice Cookie: Oh-ho! Now that thing definitely looks like a chalice! Could it be? Licorice Cookie: Psh… It’s just a glass cup… Nope! Don’t need you! Priestess of the Stars: Have you lost something? Licorice Cookie: No! I-i-it’s nothing! Go away! Priestess of the Stars: Competitors of the tournament are not allowed here. Are you lost?

Dark Choco Cookie: ...Yes. Priestess of the Stars: Follow me then. I will show you the way. Licorice Cookie: OK, OK! We’re erm… right behind you! Pomegranate Cookie: Now that we are all here… Have you made any progress? Licorice Cookie: Well duh! While you were chatting away with that Cookie, I was busy searching the entire temple! Pomegranate Cookie: Good. I too have made progress. Licorice Cookie: It’s probably gonna be quicker to find it ourselves. Starfruit Cookie isn’t just gonna tell you where it is… Licorice Cookie: Just you wait! I’ll be the one to find it! I’m gonna make this mission succeed! Pomegranate Cookie: You are welcome to try.

Starfruit Cookie: What do I do... Priestesses of the Stars: Starfruit Cookie. Is something on your mind? Starfruit Cookie: Oh, it’s erm… I was just curious about how the festivities are progressing! Priestesses of the Stars: All Cookies are running and giving it their all. Would you like to watch the games? Starfruit Cookie: No, it’s alright! I can go watch by myself. Starfruit Cookie: That vision… What did it mean… What are the stars trying to tell me?

Pomegranate Cookie: Have you come to watch the tournament as well? Starfruit Cookie: Pomegranate Cookie! It’s good to see you again! Pomegranate Cookie: There seems to be a great weight on your shoulders. Starfruit Cookie: Oh, it’s just… I was thinking about something and came out for some fresh air. Pomegranate Cookie: Is there anything I may assist you with? Pomegranate Cookie: I too have experienced the burden of responsibility… The burden of wielding power. Starfruit Cookie: Oh… You too? Pomegranate Cookie: I must confess, I cannot say that there were never moments like this. This burden… we are destined for it. Priestesses of the Stars: High Oracle Starfruit Cookie! The next round of the tournament is about to begin! Starfruit Cookie: OK! I’ll be right there! (I wanted to talk a bit more, but…) Pomegranate Cookie: I await the day in which we can meet once again. Priestesses of the Stars: Starfruit Cookie! Where have you gone?! There’s trouble! Starfruit Cookie: Trouble? What sort of trouble? Priestesses of the Stars: High Oracle! This also requires your attention! Please, please! Starfruit Cookie: OK! I’m on my way! Priestesses of the Stars: Starfruit Cookie! We need your guidance! Please, oh Oracle! Starfruit Cookie: So many things require my attention…! But I’m only just one Cookie... Starfruit Cookie: This isn’t the festive tournament I wanted...

Starfruit Cookie: I wonder if I can meet… Oh! Pomegranate Cookie! You’re really here! Pomegranate Cookie: You seem tired. Is something amiss? Starfruit Cookie: I’ve been so busy that my dough has been hardened more than usual…! Pomegranate Cookie: Leading this grand tournament on your own must take quite a toll. Starfruit Cookie: I’m beginning to think this was all a mistake… Just a bit! Pomegranate Cookie: You are spreading the word of the Pantheon of Stars, of its devotion to peace and prosperity for all Cookies. Pomegranate Cookie: Your decision will have helped and inspired many Cookies. Quite many... Starfruit Cookie: Thanks, Pomegranate Cookie. I really needed to hear that. Pomegranate Cookie: You may confer with me anytime. I am ready to offer an ear. Starfruit Cookie: The next round will begin soon! Starfruit Cookie: Remember to attack and defend at the same time to gain the upper hand! Alchemist Cookie: This is my forte! I’ve concocted a few solutions for the perfect attack and defense! Wizard Cookie: I’ve got a spell or two that’s just what I need to win! Sandwich Cookie: I just had a sandwich. Yummy! It was so nutritious, I think I can beat every Cookie here! Bacon Cookie: If I win… FREE BACON FOR ALL!

Licorice Cookie: Oh, stop yelling! I’m gonna be the one to beat all of you! Bacon Cookie: You haven’t even run in a single game yet! Licorice Cookie: HMPH! I didn’t run… er… by choice! I’m on an IMPORTANT mission! Licorice Cookie: If I show you my true power, you’ll all get scared and run away! Bacon Cookie: We don’t care what your mission is. And you’re definitely not scary. Licorice Cookie: Just you wait! Victory will be mine! Dark Choco Cookie: Did you forget why we’re here in the first place…

Sworn to Secrecy

Starfruit Cookie: Pomegranate Cookie! I’ve missed you! Starfruit Cookie: Thanks to your advice, I feel SO much better. Pomegranate Cookie: How fortunate… But I sense you’ve still an ounce of foreboding thoughts. Starfruit Cookie: Wow, you know me so well…! Starfruit Cookie: Erm… it’s just that… Nah, never mind. Pomegranate Cookie: Please, speak comfortably. I am sure I will understand. Starfruit Cookie: I want to… But… Pomegranate Cookie: You and I are the only Cookies who can understand each other. Starfruit Cookie: You’re right… Starfruit Cookie: Let’s head somewhere else. Somewhere more private…!

Starfruit Cookie: A few nights ago, the stars… Their light was consumed by a veil of crimson and shadow. Starfruit Cookie: I’m worried something might go wrong with the tournament. Pomegranate Cookie: I see. This vision must have been quite shocking. Starfruit Cookie: I wanted a grand vision and I got one, but… I didn’t expect it to be some* dark and grim.

*actual text

Pomegranate Cookie: ...I believe the one I serve may be able to assist you. Pomegranate Cookie: She is wise and wields a cosmic power that none can stand against. Starfruit Cookie: Really?! That’s amazing! Thank you! I’m glad I shared this vision with you. Starfruit Cookie: I’m really glad we’ve become good friends!

Pomegranate Cookie: But about this vision… Is the Nebula Chalice the only such treasure in existence? Pomegranate Cookie: I was under the assumption visions were granted only by the chalice itself. Starfruit Cookie: Well, you see… Oh, before that… You need to keep this a secret! Starfruit Cookie: In the middle of the temple is the Nebula Spring, where sacred waters are blessed by the stars! Starfruit Cookie: The Nebula Chalice itself only holds a fraction of the spring’s true power! Starfruit Cookie: At the spring, if I pray and say “Stars, please light my path”, the stars grant me a vision. Pomegranate Cookie: ...I see. Thank you. I can ensure you that this secret is safe with me. Starfruit Cookie: We’re best friends after all! It’d be nice if we can chat like this after the tournament ends… Pomegranate Cookie: This friendship is special to me as well. Though, I am destined to follow in my Master’s path… Pomegranate Cookie: I will always remember this day and how you have helped me.

Licorice Cookie: Ugh… I’m gonna win this time! Bacon Cookie: What’re you, a broken blender? You keep on grinding with no results! Alchemist Cookie: You kept muttering about winning… So… now what? Dark Choco Cookie: Licorice Cookie. Pomegranate Cookie is requesting our presence. Licorice Cookie: Can’t you see I’m busy?! I have to compete! Dark Choco Cookie: She’s found it. Licorice Cookie: WHAT?! H-h-hey, all of you wait here! I’ll be right back!

Licorice Cookie: The Nebula Spring? Really?! Pomegranate Cookie: Revealed by Starfruit Cookie herself. Come, follow me. Pomegranate Cookie: This is the Nebula Spring… Indeed, the waters flowing from here are blessed with magic. Licorice Cookie: Is this it…? Really? It seems so… small. So how do we get the stars to talk? Dark Choco Cookie: We don’t have time. There is no telling when some Cookie might walk in. Licorice Cookie: Er… ahem. You heard him. Well, get on with it, Pomegranate Cookie! Pomegranate Cookie: May the Darkness feast on this spring’s power...

Licorice Cookie: Is that it…? Hehe. Well, that was easy. Psh! Power of starlight… *mutter mutter* Pomegranate Cookie: Now then. Let us see what the Nebula Spring reveals. Pomegranate Cookie: Stars… please light my path… Show us the Cookies of legend and myth... Dark Choco Cookie: ...So, it’s true. The spring can show us where the Cookies of legend are... Licorice Cookie: Starfruit Cookie is really gonna regret everything, isn’t she? Hehe! Pomegranate Cookie: While we remain grateful for her… cooperation. Priestesses of the Stars: Wh-what are you doing?! Dark Choco Cookie: It’s time to leave.

Priestesses of the Stars: Stop! What are you doing to this sacred place?! Licorice Cookie: Argh! Why are they so persistent?! Pomegranate Cookie: Should you not be reporting what’s happened here instead of pursuing us…? Dark Choco Cookie: Just a bit further. I have scouted a place where we can hide. Licorice Cookie: Faster! FASTER! Sandwich Cookie: Not bad! Not bad! Everyone’s really skilled! But the winner is decided at the very END! Wizard Cookie: Hey, has anyone seen Rags- I mean, Licorice Cookie? Bacon Cookie: Psh! He probably got scared and ran away. Alchemist Cookie: Look! Starfruit Cookie just came out of the temple! Is it time for the final round?

Closing Ceremony

Starfruit Cookie: I extend my greatest appreciation for all Cookies who have made it this far! Starfruit Cookie: And that’s that! The Battle for Fate is over! Starfruit Cookie: Phew! I’m really glad it’s over… But that sure was fun too! Starfruit Cookie: Now that I think about it… Nothing bad happened during the tournament. Starfruit Cookie: Maybe the powerful Cookie that Pomegranate Cookie knows secretly helped out!

Priestesses of the Stars: High Oracle! Starfruit Cookie! Something terrible has happened! Starfruit Cookie: What’s going on? Priestesses of the Stars: Some strange Cookies have infiltrated the chambers of the Nebula Spring! Starfruit Cookie: WHAT?! Starfruit Cookie: No… NO! The Nebula Spring has been corrupted by some crimson magic... Priestesses of the Stars: We’ve received word that three Cookies were involved! Starfruit Cookie: Who… Who did this... Priestesses of the Stars: A Cookie with a dark cloak and a raggedy Cookie with a scythe were rummaging through the temple. Priestess of the Stars: I… thought they were participants who got lost in the temple. My deepest apologies...

Starfruit Cookie: What do I do… Could Pomegranate Cookie help me with this…? Priestesses of the Stars: And another Cookie was with them. A Cookie dressed in red and adorned in pomegranates. Starfruit Cookie: !!! Are you… sure? Priestesses of the Stars: Quite sure! The Cookie in red was the one standing closest to the spring! Starfruit Cookie: No, it can’t be! That Cookie… she’s… She’s my greatest friend… Starfruit Cookie: I thought she understood me… I told her everything… She is… my friend… Starfruit Cookie: Could it be…? No… No, it can’t... Starfruit Cookie: That vision wasn’t about the tournament. If only I had not told Pomegranate Cookie... Starfruit Cookie: It’s all my fault… The vision came true because of my mistake...

Dark Choco Cookie: We’ve managed to lose our pursuers. Let us leave. Licorice Cookie: The power of Darkness is going to consume the world! HAHAHA! Pomegranate Cookie: Everything is proceeding as the Master planned...

The Aftermath

Starfruit Cookie: Stars… Oh, great stars, please light my path! Starfruit Cookie: I will gladly sacrifice my powers if it means restoring the Nebula Spring! Priestesses of the Stars: Starfruit Cookie! Please! You must rest…! You cannot go on like this! Starfruit Cookie: No… This is all my fault. I must fix this… I have to. I cannot rest until… Starfruit Cookie: I am nothing… I was always nothing. I am no longer fit to be the Oracle. But I will remain and protect the temple. Starfruit Cookie: So let me fulfill my responsibility, one last time…! Starfruit Cookie: No… The stars have been silenced… There is no answer. Starfruit Cookie: !!! My staff is… glowing?! The stars! The stars are with me!

Starfruit Cookie: Wait… Huh? What? Who are these ordinary looking Cookies? Starfruit Cookie: Oh, great stars… Are… are these the Cookies who will save the world from the Darkness…? Starfruit Cookie: This means… A flicker of hope still lives!

#starfruit cookie #pomegranate cookie #licorice cookie #bacon cookie #alchemist cookie #wizard cookie #sandwich cookie #cookie run #cr dialogue #dark choco cookie #Gingerbrave #strawberry cookie #skater cookie #?

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mondayrobot · 3 years

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Year-End Fanfiction List (M)

This year has opened me to so many fan-fictions. Here are the list of EM fan-fictions that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this year.

Warning: The contents contain adult themes.

Rating: Mature

a royal weakness ( liquorisce ) @liquorisce

In everyone else’s eyes, she was just his Commander, the Silver Lady, the first woman to take control over the entire King’s fleet. But to him she was so much more, the girl who’d been by his side for the longest time, his most trusted companion… His lover.

Abditive ( Blanca21 )

It was a countless time he heard them calling her cold-blooded and heartless.In his mind, she was anything except those words.

All I need ( liquorisce ) @liquorisce

This fic features long time lovers Eren and Mikasa, their bid to make their own family, and in that process discovering what family really means.

and i am a smiling woman ( orphan_account )

and they have longed for each other; mourned for each other.

Big Bad World ( MyTARDISsenseIsTingling ) @my-tardis-sense-is-tingling

What if Eren hadn't gotten there to rescue Mikasa in time?

Broken Down ( miikasaa )

It's in the dead of night, with innumerable regrets and dead faces haunting them, that Eren and Mikasa use each other's bodies to chase away the horrors of a failed mission. It never works, they know this all too well, but it doesn't stop them from trying.

Come to Me, My Sweetest Friend ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

A collection of Tumblr requests that take place in an Alternative Modern Day Universe where Mikasa and Eren grew up as neighbors with both their parents still alive.

Degrees of Sleeplessness ( cupofdaydream ) @cupofdaydream

“To share in the night’s quiet loneliness, a companion for the vast hours of sleeplessness, is, perhaps, all they’ve ever wanted.” Two teachers at the local high school, Eren and Mikasa, in the midst of work and home-life, find themselves indubitably and inescapably drawn to one another.

Elysian ( miikasaa )

Collection of works showing Eren and Mikasa's relationship in canon, post-canon, and modern settings.

Feels Like Home ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

Even when their homes were a thing of the long past, they always found a home in the comfort of each other.

Games ( miikasaa )

Restless after beginning their days as trainees, the 104th decide to relax a bit by playing strip poker. It goes about as well as anyone can imagine.

Girls and Boys ( Lindsey (Lipstick) )

A collection of one-shots depicting the relationship between Eren and Mikasa in various ways.

Happy Anniversary ( blehbleehhhh )

It's Eren and MIkasa's second anniversary. Things get kinky after returning home from dinner.

How to Coexist ( spoilerarlert ) @spoilerarlert

Rent in NYC is ridiculous, but by a stroke of luck, Mikasa manages to snag an apartment for mindblowingly cheap rates. However, upon moving in, she discovers, to her horror, that her roommate Eren was a past one-night stand. In which two twenty-somethings struggle to shrug aside their misgivings, not to mention diffuse a helluva lotta sexual tension—for the sake of affordable rent.

I Bet My Life For You ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

A collection of Tumblr requests that take place in the canon universe within the story line, or were predictions for future chapters at the time, focusing on Eren and Mikasa.

I'll Take You Back Where You Belong ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

A collection of Tumblr requests that take place in an Alternative Modern Day Universe where Eren saved Mikasa as children from a home invasion that killed her parents and caused her to live with her much older brother Levi.

I'm Gonna Be the Man Whose Coming Home to You ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

Still determined to keep things normal after a twist in their relationship, Eren and Mikasa still go through with their plans to take a road trip to the the Jaeger's beach house with Armin, Connie, Sasha, and Jean their summer after their first year of college. Their friends are weary of everyone being crammed in a car with them at close proximity, but they soon learn not all is as it seems (and that there are far more awkward things to deal with in close spaces).

Kaleidoscopes ( Kaekiro ) @kaekiro

A collection of stories that will follow Eren and Mikasa through various AUs.

Keeping Warm ( lionhart )

Eren and Mikasa’s first time.

king, lover, hold me tight ( artsycat )

Mikasa, as one of the heroes that single-handedly ensured the victory of Eldia against Marley during the war, must now use her newfound status to marry Eren, judged as a traitor in the eyes of Eldia, in order to ensure his protection.

Kiss With a Fist ( DenDenSushi, Lyssala ) @lyssala

It's always a normal day at school when an Apocalypse decides to descend. One minute Eren is trying to pass his chemistry class & the next he's wielding a baseball bat against bodies trying to bite him. Along with Mikasa & Armin, they are forced into a world where all it takes is one bite & you're dead.

Lawless ( kuchenackerman ) @kuchenackerman

Despite his youth, Eren Jaeger is one of the best and most required doctors of the Kingdom. Among those interested on his services is included a recognized criminal clan, which does not hesitate to use the youngest of the Ackerman as bait. Eren never imagined that this "harmless" girl in red dress would get him into so much trouble.

Lullabies in the Night ( happymikasa ) @happymikasa

People's voices sound quite beautiful when they sing, hum, or tweet. Mikasa discovered that after the defeat of the Titans.

Eren's voice is the most powerful though. Especially when he takes her to bed at night.

Lulls in the Sea ( dialectus ) @dialectus

"Lull: a temporary interval of quiet or lack of activity."

milk and honey ( bbyunnie ) @moonguks

a series of oneshots centered around eren and mikasa, across variant universes and situations.

OFFSIDE ( La_Ultima_00 )

Eren returns home and meets someone unexpected. After so long, his poor heart has not forgotten her.

Peace time ( almost_certain )

Eren and Mikasa haven't spoken since the last battle. Perhaps they can be civil long enough for their friends to tie the knot.

Reason for Dreaming ( mikasuhdude ) @mikasuhdude

Mikasa and Armin have known each other for the past three years, having the same college major and all. It's traditional of them to study in Mikasa's dorm with her stoner roommate, Sasha. One afternoon, they opt to study in Armin's apartment, and that's where she meets his roommate. He's a fiery guy, interrupting their study session by loudly cursing over a mustard-stained shirt and a family-owned restaurant.

Reckless Roses ( mikasuhdude ) @mikasuhdude

Not every couple is blessed with fertility.

Ruins In Bloom ( miikasaa )

Three years after the eradication of the Titans, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and a few other survivors are ready to settle down in the free world. Finished with their travels and free from the oppression of the Titans, they're ready to begin their new lives. However, as each of the veterans knows, somethings are impossible to bury completely in the past. Scars will never completely heal, and sometimes, leaving behind a lifetime of warfare is unattainable.

Mikasa wishes for the domestic life she's always craved, and with Armin and Eren by her side, she thinks she'll finally get it. But the sudden change proves to be too much for Eren, and to her horror, he leaves. He leaves her behind, leaves everyone behind, and leaves her to deal with a change in her life she never wanted to experience on her own.

Say You'll Stay With Me ( miikasaa )

Sometimes it was enough simply to be with Mikasa, to hold her close, to hear her heart and know that they'd survived one more day together. And sometimes, she needed to be closer, to let him help her to forget the terror they witness every day.

Seasons of the Sea ( Lindsey (Lipstick) )

At the age of twenty-three, Mikasa gives birth to their first child – a small, tiny little girl – in their home by the sea, built after the defeat of the titans. An hour later, Eren disappears for three days, only a kiss on her forehead prior to signal his departure.

set in stone ( Beatingheartanthem )

Eren is jostled around by time, experiencing and re-experiencing different moments with Mikasa. Some choices made are the same. Some choices made are different. He knows he's going to die, but he'd like a moment of peace before he does.

So, then— ( Beatingheartanthem )

Over the past two years, Mikasa and Armin have grown estranged from their childhood friend. With a new girlfriend, new friends, Eren Jaeger is a person they don't quite know. Senior year: With graduation around the corner, Eren disappears forever. Now Mikasa wonders if things could've been different. In every version of history, in every universe, every path taken, is his fate set in stone?

the rivers song ( artsycat )

Mikasa has always dreamt about life afterwards.

Under the brine ( milkywaywide ) @milkywaywide

But Eren is still in her. And she can’t shake the utter alienation she feels, so bad it almost feels like an out of body experience, like a weird dream, like she’s drowning.

vermillion ( sionnacha )

Eren’s mouth tastes of blood—like putrid liquefied iron, and still, she cannot stop herself from diving in for more. Even though the earth around them is scorched, even though there is rubble and ash everywhere she looks, all she wants his him.

Washed-Up and Rundown ( spoilerarlert ) @spoilerarlert

Levi, a washed-up ex-journalist working a dead-end custodian job, finds himself transplanted into a suburban neighborhood, serving as the legal guardian of his sixteen-year-old second cousin, twice removed, Mikasa. There, he struggles to navigate the dynamic of this two-person household and in the midst locks horns with the local pain-in-the-ass: a teenager a few houses down the street by the name of Eren Jaeger.

We'll Go Home and Start Again ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

A collection of Tumblr requests that take place in Alternative Universes of many varieties featuring Eren and Mikasa.

When You Break ( cupofdaydream ) @cupofdaydream

"And when he kisses her, she can immediately tell that tonight is no different than the others." Eren and Mikasa seek shelter from the memories that haunt them in each other's arms. Mikasa comes to realize that you can't always kiss away the pain.

With You, I Am Home ( cupofdaydream ) @cupofdaydream

A collection of drabbles following Eren and Mikasa's relationship through various scenarios.

#eremika #tbd #fanfiction #writing

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 3 years

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Negan VS. Coffee

Warning: Smut, Female receiving, synonyms for vagina (get ready to laugh)

Anon asked:Maybe some comforting smut with negan, like asmr thing really, exploring his another part, not the agressive and punishing one! And thank you for asmr channel, I will check it definitely❤❤

Now, I didn't put it in any particular AU so you can read it how you like it be it the Walking Dead AU, Modern Au, Mob Au...

The day has been veered around upside down and nothing was the same. The people around Y/n pestered, pulled, and yanked her on all sides wanting to pick her brain with their questions starting from like a 4.5 bearable into a 100785 to the nth to the unbearable and the only thing she desired was coffee. A cold cup of caffeine in the hand as the other jerked the phone device until the battery percentage displayed 1%. Stepping into the sacred sanctum Y/n sat on the couch feeling the comfy texture call her down as the empty tummy rumbled for coffee. Y/n sat up putting her hair into the messy bun grabbing the new fresh and close by loose short that she wore every time she felt unhappy. Her hands take the empty cup from the kitchen counter sliding under a shelf that held the small rabbles of coffee and brown sugar as she slides to the next stop to the fridge grabbing the cold canister of the white liquid pouring as the coffee pebbles started to mix with the milk and the brown sugar. The spoon in the cup stirred the liquid as it reached the light brown shade the caffeine smell reached her nostrils and chiseling into her brain.

-Finally. Coffee...

Letting a sigh of victory she grabs her cup by its tail taking it up gradually as she awakens her coffee tasting buds. Her hands rise more with the cup her mouth opening to accept the liquid

-Oh, Princess.

Negan shouts out of the house as he slams the door behind starting Y/n making her spill some on the counter

-Shit.

She whispers seeing the brown specks on the white counter but hey, at least some money will come she thought as she wiped the stains.

-Ah,there you are gorgeous.

Negan's voice makes her turn her mouth agape still waiting for the coffee to enter. Negan looks at his woman saying 100% surely

-Bad day.

-Coffee.

Negan walked behind her rearing his head down seeing the stains saying again

-I see that some money will come your way.

-I sure hope so. After this kind of day, someone needs to pay me for not killing someone out there.

Y/n said as she took the sweet sip of her coffee feeling the coffee slide down her throat with ease

-That's good.

Negan chuckled at her expression as he leans down placing his hands on the counter his lips finding her neck leaving small pecks as she continued to sip her coffee.

-Mhhh-mmm Negan, come on, stop.

Negan stopped to answer back

-Now, sweetness I am just helping you relax. I know how my lips relax you.

His lios felt like heaven-sent but nothing could top of the kissing sound that he made of Y/n's skin the slight much sound felt too good in her soul.

-Want me to take care of you? Just tell me beautiful, I am at your service.

His voice buttered her soul making her so easy to guide her to the couch as Y/n watched her coffee, not to spill anything. As he let her get comfy on the couch he turned on her favorite Kdrama as the opening credits start to roll. His knee bent down sending her a glimmering smirk.

-Let me relax you, Y/n.

Y/n melted at his actions as he placed her feet onto his bended knee his hands pressing and massaging the tired feet. The fingers pressing the nerves as they released the knots that made Y/n moan in satisfaction. Her dry throat accounts for the coffee as it slid down as Negan continued to watch his girl relax on the couch.

-Who do I need to kill, peaches? Who made you feel like this? Just say their names.

Y/n looked at her man weighing her choices seeing the glimmer of the sample in his eyes knowing damn well he was serious.

-To be honest, can't remember who started it, who continued, and who the nail in the coffin. So I will say, everyone...

Y/n pauses as she places her cup on the coffee table pulling her leg back as she faces Negan inches in front of him and continues

-Expect you.

Negan grins at her answer and reply in his cocky tone he knew best

-Damn, woman, you certainly know what to say to a man to make his knees week.

Y/n rearers closer kissing his lips feeling the white stubble pricking her skin around her lips. He wastes no seconds with his hands pushing her back into the couch not letting go of her lips reminding her that is the lucky one. Her hands trail his neck leaving the ghost-like trail making his skin shiver in a sweet sweet shiver.

-Let me take care of you. So fucking good.

Negan said as he discarded his leather jacket he was too well known for throwing it on the floor next to the couch. Y/n moans at the feel of his strong hands handling her moving her body as she laid down on the plush pillows feeling his warm lips and hot tongue leave her lips trailing down her neck while his hands massaged her hips as he whispered

-I'm gonna eat you out into relaxation Y/n. Do you think you can handle my tongue in you?

-Please. Yes.

His lips moved south leaving some wet spots feeling the absence of her underwear only feeling his lips rearing her flower. His hand massaged the tights moving them further away revealing her most intimate part. Her blushing flesh expands showing the hidden pearl that was just waiting to be played with. His fingers glide down her making an outer O shape with his index finger.

-Like this?

Y/n moaned at the feeling of her skin burning in anticipation of his tongue. Maybe Negan was a mind reader as he lowered his tongue on her folds letting the muscle drag upwards her stream finding the pearl as he flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Her moans filled his ears burrowing deep inside his mind remembering each gasp, choke of moans, and words that ordered more of his tongue. The warm muscles started to weigh on her fold as he pressed his face into her letting out a moan that escaped as a delicious vibrating motion. Y/n's hands found his hair holding his in place wanting more friction.

-Just like that, Negan.

His ears picked the praise up as he started to lap her juices like a starved dog from the southern ranch just wanting to get his dry throat wet. His tongue the only thing touching her folds and her temple. Kissing the fold the never-ending juice started to wet his outer lips cascading down his stubble that will surely leave the family taint of her. Her hips jolted giving him the heads up that she is near. He pulls back sharply just to say

-Ready to relax, darling? Sure you do.

Negan dives back letting his tongue flick her clit sending the nerves into overdrives while his mashup of rumbles moved her closer to the climax as he felt the climax exit and splatter on his face making his eyes involuntarily close as he missed the divine sigh of her undoing. Negan has to smile at his words as he leaves one more thing on her folds. A kiss.

-Now, this was for your hard work princess.

He said as he sat up looking at his girl out of breath and much more relaxed. Y/n stood up giving him a peck on the cheek saying

-Thank you, my Alpha.

Negan turned to face her, his grin widening

-Now, sweet cheeks, you know what that does to me?

Y/n chukles at her man giving him a kiss mumnring

-I have to thank my Alpha somehow.

Negan put a arm around her shoudker saying

-You have to say you love me more than coffee.

-Well... You are both fighting for the 1st place.

-Maybe I can change your mind.

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omniswords · 4 years

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Seeing Scarlet [Lila Rossi; Marinette Dupain-Cheng]

Adrien is with Kagami. Gabriel has a new agenda. Marinette's back in school, and everyone adores her.

And Lila? Well.

Lila is just about ready to snap.

Mentions of end-of-S3 events, but not too spoilery. Vent piece. Also, please let me know if I should tag this as Lila salt? I’m not 100% sure, but I’ll defer to other people’s judgment, and if it has the potential to be hurtful, then I can certainly go back and fix that up.

Gabriel Agreste doesn’t need Lila anymore.

He told her so yesterday afternoon, the way he always speaks—spoke—to her: at the Place des Vosges, from the comfort of his car, while she listened in from a nearby bench. She didn’t turn to look at him, no matter how much being supposedly relieved of her duties meant she could break every bit of their agreement as much as she wanted. All she said was, “I don’t follow. I thought you only wanted good influences around Adrien. He even said we’re friends. Isn’t that what— “

“What we agreed on, Miss Rossi”—he cut her off rather coldly then—“was that you would do your utmost to keep certain bad influences away from my son. To date, I have failed to see you do so.”

She stayed quiet, but only for a spell. She liked to think she was above begging for chances. No need, when she had every tool in her pocket that turned those chances over to her so willingly. “So you think I’m a bad influence, too,” she said. Final. Sour. It always worked.

“I have my own agenda,” he said. “I’ll let you see to yours.”

Lila had no idea what that was supposed to mean—and she prided herself on knowing what adults meant most of the time. But before she could ask, Gabriel Agreste had already rolled up the window and driven away.

She could have screamed, but really, that was the other thing she was proud of: quietly biding her time to exact the worst revenge. That always worked, too. Besides, adults had taught her how to play the manipulating game. Some of them had even lost to her. He would just be another one. Eventually.

It was supposed to be that easy, anyway. Except she spent the whole train ride home stunned with a silent and otherwise indescribable rage. Except she woke up the next morning to nothing but an apple on the table and a sticky note on the fridge, again. Except she took herself to school and got an eyeful of Chloé goddamn Bourgeois gloating about something or other, and another eyeful of Adrien and that fencing girl holding hands of all things, before she’d even made it to the front steps. And then, as if the universe had decided she just hadn’t had enough to ruin her life, there was Marinette talking to that blue-haired boy again, the one who always carried his guitar around like some stupid security blanket. And they were smiling, and he had his hand on her shoulder, and what right did any of them have, getting to be so happy?

Lila composed herself just in time for Guitar Boy to salute and pedal away on that cheap bike of his, and she pushed into the school building before she had to endure any more of that nauseating expression Marinette had on her face. Anything to get away from her stupid friends, and her stupid smile, and her stupid happiness. Anything to get away from her.

She found herself in the empty, echoing silence of the restroom just down the hall from her class before the bell rang. Found herself staring down every hard line in her face, the grit in her teeth so firm they might break, knuckles white from gripping the edges of the sink. The hate in her eyes. The hate everywhere.

Don’t break, she told her reflection in the daggers she glared at it. Don’t you dare break.

Her teeth didn’t break, but she did, in spite of herself. Her cheeks flared, and her jaw stayed tight, and her heart twisted on itself so many times that it was almost unbearable. she hated it, hated them, hated her, right from the first angry, poisonous tear. And the next, and all the ones that came after that.

Her name was Lila Rossi, and she was not supposed to drown. She would stare herself down to death if she had to. And if she took anyone down with her, well. That would only be for the better. If she had to hurt, then so did everyone else.

She was so focused on crushing the growing weight in her chest that she almost didn’t notice the creak and swing of the restroom door. Half-wildly, she jerked her head toward the door with no time or chance to compose herself, nearly ready to scream because no one would believe it if it got around the school—she would make sure they didn’t believe it.

Apparently, the universe wasn’t done with her just yet. Because of course it was Marinette standing there, her expression caught somewhere between sour and exhausted and... concerned. Not even a hint of glee at the corners of her eyes. It made Lila sick all over again.

“Miss Bustier’s taking attendance,” Marinette said simply, her words echoing hollow off the tile. “She’s looking for you.”

Lila steeled herself, turned back to the mirror. The angry wrinkles in her mouth. The hair in her eyes. “Get. Away. From me.”

“For the most part, I’d love to, trust me.” Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette folded her arms, hip cocked. “But I can’t. It’s kind of my responsibility. Class representative?” A pause. A sigh. “Look, do you need me to—”

“Do you want to know what your problem is, Marinette?” God, Lila even hated saying her name. Tasted like sour milk. Like plaque. It took everything in her to tear away from the sink and stare her down. Maybe if she did it long enough, Marinette would finally screw off.

But Marinette stood unfazed; even the quirk in her brow barely budged. “I’m sure you’re gonna tell me anyway.”

The air went cold, and Lila counted the steps she took toward the other girl. She wouldn’t dare get so close that the tear streaks would be obvious, but her limbs locked with every threatening click of her shoes. “Everyone just fucking adores you. All you have to do is walk in a room—you don’t even have to lift a goddamn finger—and eeeeeveryone wants to be around you. I bet you don’t ever have to think about it. You just get to be so popular, and so loved. You just get to be a goddamn blessing to everyone, don’t you?”

Her voice was rising even though it didn’t need to, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care. She was beyond it. She’d scream if she could get away with it. Somehow, backing her into a corner was starting to be enough. “And I bet you don’t even care, do you, Marinette? You don’t even care how much everybody loves you, because you’re just basking in it. You probably don’t even hear it. But I do. I hear it all the time, because it’s like no one can stop talking about how great you are for two seconds. Don’t you get how sick you make me? Don’t you get how much I can’t fucking stand you?!”

Take it, she wants to scream. Take every last goddamn word, because if I have to deal with it, then so do you. Because if I have to destroy myself, then I’m taking you with me. Because if I can’t have control, then neither can you. Because if I can’t be happy, then neither can you. You don’t have the right. You did this to me. You did this to me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, do you hear me? You did this, you did this, you—

Marinette was tense, standing in the corner with her arms still folded. Lila would take even that as a victory. But her eyes were searching her face, looking for all the unsaid things, and if she found any of them, she made no sign of it. Eventually, all she said was, “Are you finished?”

At first, Lila was too stunned to do anything but look at her incredulously. “Excuse me?”

Marinette shrugged; it was just barely visible. “Did you get it all out?” she said none too sweetly. “Do you feel better now, taking that all out on me?”

Of course she didn’t. She wouldn’t feel better until she never had to see Marinette’s sorry face again. That, or until she finally crushed her under her heel. She didn’t say anything. She only glared.

“Because if you’re not,” Marinette went on, “I’ll just tell Miss Bustier you’ve got some weird, totally-not-contagious stomach bug or whatever, and you had to leave school early. That’s right up your alley, isn’t it?”

Lila still said nothing. There was nothing to say. There was no reason for Marinette to do something like that for her. If anything, it only made her more furious. “Didn’t I tell you to get away from me?” she spat.

“You approached me,” Marinette said. “And you’re mad that I’m right.”

“You’re a liar too.” It was the first thing Lila could think of, and maybe it would hurt enough to make Marinette go away for good. “You tell her that, and you’ll be just as bad as I am. Don’t you hate liars, Marinette? Do you hate yourself now?”

The only little victory was that Marinette actually paused for a moment. And that her arms loosened, and she seemed to go… disgustingly soft around the edges. “No,” she said. It didn’t matter how quiet it was; it still rang through the bathroom and scurried into the stalls, hauntingly matter-of-fact. “I don’t hate myself. And I don’t lie because I want people to like me.”

“Of course not.” Lila narrowed her eyes. “You don’t have to.”

“Neither do you,” Marinette said. “No one does. And for what it’s worth to you, not everybody loves me.”

“Good.” Lila said it without thinking, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Why should she? “It’s about time someone didn’t.”

Marinette winced, either because she was hurt or because she was holding back what she really wanted to say, and Lila loved every nanosecond of it. But otherwise, she kept her composure, and turned on her heel. “I’ll just go tell her—”

And then she paused, and Lila saw exactly why.

A butterfly.

Hawk Moth’s butterfly. Phasing through the bathroom door, all royal black and purple, and fluttering towards her.

Perfect. She’d show him. She’d show all of them how much they needed her—

“Get down!” Marinette yelled, and Lila saw and heard her tackling her to the bathroom floor before she actually felt the impact. When she sat up, Marinette was already standing up, arms spread out, firm from head to toe. Shielding her.

Lila scrambled to her feet. “What is your problem?” she nearly screeched, reaching out for the butterfly.

Marinette swatted her hand away before she could touch it. “Don’t.”

“What do you care?”

For a moment, the butterfly hesitated, and Marinette turned back to look at her. “I’m not gonna let you use your feelings to hurt other people,” she said. “And I’m not gonna let you use your feelings to hurt yourself.”

Lila rolled her eyes. “Oh, forget it—” But she’d barely taken a step before Marinette shoved her back again—surprisingly, she was stronger than she looked—and she stumbled backwards, slamming into the wall with nearly all the wind knocked out of her. Her head throbbed, and she stumbled to find her balance again, and Marinette was still standing there, still protecting her as though she could actually do anything about it.

“What? She gripped the edge of the sink, didn’t bother to look at her reflection again. “You think you’re Ladybug now or something? What are you, her best friend? Don’t tell me you’re doing this because you pity me all of a sudden.”

“I don’t.” It was… almost exhilarating, hearing Marinette talk through her teeth like that. “I don’t pity you. Not for how you’ve strung people along, and not for how you’ve treated me. And I don’t have to be Ladybug to know what she values. But when Ladybug says that everyone deserves to be protected, she means you, too. I don’t care how much you hate her. I don’t care how much you hate me. But I’m not gonna just stand here and be okay with you making choices that hurt people.”

“People?” Lila sneered. “Or Adrien?”

Marinette didn’t give her an answer. Instead, she turned to face the butterfly again, stood stock still. Its wings were still fluttering, though slower now. She took a few deep breaths, mumbled something to herself. Numbers, it sounded like. Over and over, she said them, and eventually the butterfly balked and flew backwards, through the door, away again.

She went lax, sighed in what sounded like relief, and turned toward Lila again. She looked… almost exhausted. “Your move, Lila,” she said. “I’m going back to class. As far as Miss Bustier is concerned, you went home sick.”

Finally, Lila spared herself a glance. Well. At least she looked the part. “Why?”

Marinette looked her up and down. Not a hint of judgment in her eyes. It was almost sickening. Almost. “Because you’re hurting,” she said, voice shaky as she made for the door. “And I was hurting once, too. And if someone being nice to me helped, then maybe someone being nice to you will help, too.”

The bathroom door swung open and shut behind her, and Lila was still left by the stalls, the echo of the words still taunting her. And when she was sure no one else was coming in or out again, she cried. With her back to the mirror and her fist pounding the edge of the sink, with every emotion and none she could actually name. She drowned. She’d go home, and that sticky note would still be on the kitchen counter. Adrien would still have that fencing girl, and Marinette would still be his friend, and have that guitar boy to boot. And Gabriel Agreste wouldn’t actually need her. Gabriel Agreste didn’t need her anymore.

By the time she wiped her eyes and walked out of the school building, she had already decided to prove him right.

And if Marinette Dupain-Cheng thought that some empty words and seventy seconds of shielding was going to do her any good, then she had another think coming.

#miraculous ladybug #lila rossi #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #mentions of adrigami and lukanette #post-miracle queen

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thirstybtsthoughts · 3 years

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I’ve been seeing so many people on here talking about baby fever, so how do you think they would be as dads? For some reason I can only picture jk as a girl dad and he’d be so gentle with her and do her hair🥺 I’m weaakk

WHY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS???!!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT DAD JK DOES TO ME?? AND THEN YOU WENT AND SAID ABOUT HIM WITH A DAUGHTER!!!! MY TEARS ARE EVERYWHERE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Bangtan as dads hmmm I’ll do a little imagine for each because y’all need to cry with me (I’m sorry I’m not good at this stuff but here ya go 😂):

Namjoon: Imagine him with his son, teaching him to ride a bike from a young age. When his child is off the stabilisers and starts learning on two wheels, Joon makes sure his child is decked out in protective gear and runs along with him, holding out his arms incase his son falls. Then celebrates a cycling victory with the biggest cheers, making sure he tells everyone his son can ride a bike now 🥺

Jin: Imagine him watching children’s tv with his daughter before bedtime, he’s made her some warm milk which she’s sipping at from a bottle and he’s laughing with her at the funny parts, she ends up on his lap for cuddles... his partner comes in to find them asleep together on the couch while cuddling omg 😭

Yoongi: Imagine him in bed with his partner (just sleeping y’all not doing the deed, I know your minds 😏). His toddler daughter comes into the room early in the morning and climbs all over Yoongi’s face with her chunky little legs and fat little feet, waking him up . He moans and groans, still half asleep, then when she starts hitting him in the face (lovingly ofcourse, you know how toddlers are), he grabs her and blows raspberries on her tummy to make her giggle and tells her she’s a cheeky little one. Then he gets up and does her morning routine with her, letting his partner sleep longer 🥺.

Hobi: Imagine him buying his son a whole designer wardrobe and wanting to dress him everyday. He’d dress his baby and then exclaim like he does “WAH!” and take tons of photos of his son looking on fleek. He’d be so proud. Then imagine the day his baby starts walking 🥺, Hobi would be clapping so hard and jumping with excitement, he’d be LOUD about it 😁. He’d get him some hella cool shoes and take him on walks in the park, watching is son running around and playing little chase games 🥺

Jimin: Imagine him taking his daughter to disneyland 🥺. He’d go on all the kiddie rides with her, he’d buy her whatever she wants to eat and he’d get matching tiaras to wear with her. She’s his best friend/little princess and he teams up with her to make fun of/tease his partner on many occasions, this time laughing together when his partner is too scared to go on one of the rides meant for kids “you’re a scaredy cat!”. She’d go dressed as her favourite character and he’d make it his mission to find that character so she gets to meet them. And when she does meet them he’s the proudest dad ever, he almost cries. When they watch the fireworks he picks her up in one arm with his other arm around his partner, then carries her back home on his shoulders because she’s tired 😭.

Taehyung: Imagine him painting with his son. He buys him the biggest art sets, letting his son have free choice over what he wants to create 🥰. As a baby he’d strap him in a high chair and hand him a paintbrush, letting him get paint everywhere as both the baby and Tae become a giggly mess of colour. They’d get messy and create all kinds of things together, it becoming the thing they bond on. This would go on for years and as his son grows and continues to create art, Tae keeps putting them up in the family living room, proudly displaying all the pieces of art he adores. 🥰

Jungkook: (I’m gonna use your idea) Imagine Jungkook with his daughter, she has gotten used to him doing her hair because he’s so gentle and can do all the cute plaits and hairstyles so well. So every morning before school she gets ready then goes to her dad with a hairbrush and hair ties. He’s been watching youtube tutorials of new styles and always has something cute in mind when he ties her hair. She always loves it. Then he walks her to school, hand in hand, leaving her at the gate and watching her go in with the biggest proud dad bunny smile on his face 🥺.

This is too soft for this blog omg I am HURTING 😭😭😭

#bts #bts as dads #ot7 #I hope you enjoy #I spent more time on this than needed 😬😬😬

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atinybitofau · 4 years

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[ateez] H O N G J O O N G ➩ the reason why

“A DARE”

—a series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.

• “Truth.”

• the boys glance around the room,

• analyzed the emotions and the weary.

• no one seemed peeved.

• so they dared themselves to ask the question of, “Okay, y/n. Do you like Hongjoong?”

• you analyze the atmosphere.

• read the room to make sure no one was hostile.

• to reply the honest veracity, “Yes. Yes I do.”

• Hongjoong bites the insides of his cheek,

• yours flaming in peril.

• so it’s gonna be like that huh?

• “Okay, Joong.” you smirk eyes casted upon the victorious man. “Truth or dare?”

• his eyes narrow in suspicion. “Dare?”

• afraid to speak the truth.

• predictable.

• “I dare you to kiss me.”

• no one needs a pair of glasses to see the growing relationship in the room—

• a truth or dare game unnecessary really.

• it’s not a secret you two liked each other.

• but the boys like games.

• 5 months later and it’s just a game to him.

• the relationship feels like a game.

• you feel like you’re getting played by the many times you’re pushed away.

• but you shouldn’t be.

• you’re his goddamn girlfriend and this is not how things should be.

• “Why were you with her?”

• your voice is shaking through passive aggression,

• hands balled at your sides.

• but Hongjoong shakes you off.

• like the vibration of a PS controller during a cut scene.

• “Hongjoong, why were you with her?”

• his throat croaks before he’s glaring at you claiming, “I wasn’t with her.”

• “You’re lying.”

• “Y-you— hold on. You think I’m lying?” he makes you flinch when he whips around.

• cause he’s never abrasive.

• he’s neither aggressive, he’s loving.

• your romance was novel and honest before things started getting long..

• maybe he was too used to you already.

• maybe he was getting tired of you already..

• “I saw you with her,” you look down at your hands that picked at your dress. “I saw you this morning by the cafe and you were sitting with her. But you told me you stopped seeing her. You told me you’d never lie to me again.”

• Hongjoong groans throwing his hands up in the air. “Y/n, I don’t need to tell you who I meet. Or why I’m meeting them. And no one was fucking telling you to follow me. Why were you?”

• “Why are you lying to me?” a tear falls from your eye when you ask. “Answer me that and maybe I’ll tell you why I followed you.”

• “When was I lying?”

• you choke a scoff of disbelief.

• because is he kidding?

• he can’t be serious.

• he was cheating.

• this wasn’t a game that took cheating lightly.

• hell you aren’t a game in the first place and you sure as hell aren’t gonna stand here being treated as one either.

• “You said you weren’t with her.” you pick at your keys. “That’s only lie number 1.”

• “There’s more?” he laughs in sneer amusement. “God, y/n, you really think I’m—“

• “You still love her. Don’t you?”

• he’s quiet.

• shaking harder than before fists barred to the counter.

• “Don’t you?”

• “I-I’m not answering that.”

• you scoff wiping at the tears that felt wasted..

• even though he’s telling the truth because he can’t completely lie to you.

• “I’m not gonna stand here and pretend that doesn’t bother me, cause it does.” you pack your bags as if you were waiting for this moment to come. “Honestly? It bothers me a lot. Cause you said you stopped loving her the moment you started loving me. Or don’t tell me that’s a lie too, Hongjoong.”

• his jaw clenches to hold back the lies. “I do love you.”

• that’s the honest truth,

• he does.

• but his mind’s playing tricks on him.

• his hearts playing games.

• how can he love more than one person?

• no, he should only love you.

• “Y/n, I never lied about loving you.”

• “Have you ever said anything to me? Anything true other than that?” you face him with pure despair heart hanging by a single thread falling out your chest. “I don’t know if I should believe you or if I should believe myself. That I’m just a game to you.”

• “Don’t say that.” he pulls forward to hold you but you’re hostile. “Please don’t—“

• “This relationship was built on lies, Hongjoong and I’m not gonna stand here and tell you I’m okay when I’m not.”

• he’s never done anything wrong.

• other than not tell you the whole truths, yes.

• but he’s never wanted his ex girlfriend back.

• only sees her to clear up that he’s with you.

• and he’s just abrasive because he’s confused.

• frustrated that someone he once loved keeps lying to him, saying she wants him back.

• but the truth is, he loves you.

• takes him one month to figure out how dumb he was for letting you go just like that.

• “You need to get out.” Yunho finds broken bottles on the floor, cleaning up as best he can. “Hyung, you need some rehab.”

• Hongjoong’s shaking more than usual.

• he’s got a hand tremor, that’s no lie.

• he’s tired and he misses you.

• of course he’s out of his mind.

• “I’m fine.” he lies straight from his teeth. “I just need some sleep—“

• San chokes on his spit rolling his eyes. “You need to stop drinking your ass off is what you need. And hiding here by yourself like a pity party when you’re not gonna get it.”

• truth hurts man, truth hurts.

• “What am I gonna do?” Hongjoong’s voice cracks. “I’m a liar. I’m a no good rotten excuse of a man. I don’t deserve anything but to rot in hell, is what.”

• Yunho’s jaw clenches.

• eyes shut hoping the others are doing well enough with you.

• but you’re just as bad as Hongjoong.

• if not worse.

• sleeping in bed all day and getting fat.

• what was work again?

• “I’m surprised your ass isn’t fired yet.” you hiss at Seonghwa who sits at your bed side. “Okay anaconda, relax. We’re here as detox, not intox.”

• “Funny.” you lie through your teeth in sarcasm. “Leave me alone to die please.”

• “Dude, you look pitiful in there.” Wooyoung kicks at a random milk cartoon. “When was the last time you took a shower?”

• “Last night.”

• “With what, ramen?”

• you sigh before muttering, “What are you guys doing here? And I want the truth, Seonghwa. Why are you guys in my apartment.”

• “We’re worried about you.”

• you scoff hiding you’re face in your blanket once more. “I’m fine. I just need some sleep.”

• “You need to get up, eat real fucking food, and take a goddamn shower is what you actually need.” Wooyoung smiles sinisterly. “And don’t make me drag your ass myself and take a shower with you.”

• you do as they ask because you’re just tired.

• you just want to be alone.

• confused nonetheless.

• cause shouldn’t breaking up with your lying boyfriend feel relieving?

• why is it you feel simple white lies would’ve been better than the honest truth?

• “You miss him.”

• your jaw clenches when you cry against Seonghwa’s shoulder in the car, “I don’t know..”

• “Be honest, y/n. We want the truth.”

• your sobs sound more louder than the words that escape your lips.

• “I miss him. I do.”

• “Even if he told you he loved you. Let’s pretend he said he didn’t, okay?” Seonghwa whispers finger lifting your chin up to look at him. “Wouldn’t it have hurt more if he was really lying to you? When he never really cheated on you.”

• you can’t look at him.

• because Seonghwa’s the walking definition of hurtful truth.

• it’s like facing god.

• how can you lie to Park Seonghwa the way you’ve been lying to yourself.

• “If you really loved him the way you say you do, the honest truth,” he blinks softly at you. “Then you shouldn’t be beating him and yourself up for lying a little bit in attempt to save the relationship between you two.”

• you’re so dramatic.

• you both can be so dramatic.

• like a romance game for teenagers—

• a game based on a novel.

• hey remember?

• how you and Hongjoong’s relationship used to be novel and true.

• now you’re back in his arms.

• as true as it is, you just can’t help it.

• “I love you.”

• Hongjoong holds you up against the wall, hands curled around your neck.

• you sob louder under his shadow,

• under the troubled waters.

• how crying was pretty much useless at this point when you were pretty much ready to give yourself up again.

• ready to make this game have the happy ending you want.

• “Y/n, I love you.” his fingers shakily trace aimless lines over your skin. “I’m not gonna stand here and lie to you. Say I never did when I did. Till now, I still do.”

• you kiss his lips like it’s a sin,

• like it’s cheating.

• running back to him can’t be this easy.

• there’s got to be a trick.

• “B-but how about her?” you’re afraid of loving him back this time. “What if you still love her?”

• “Maybe I do.” he whimpers cause even this hurts him. “Maybe I do but it’s you I choose. Why would I be crying here with you if it’s you I choose?”

• “Hongjoong, I don’t know what to do.” your hand grips on the collar of his shirt. “Joong, I don’t know what to do.”

• desperation hits and he’s gonna have to cheat a little.

• tell you some white lies to hide the hurtful truth from you.

• “I don’t love her.”

• “H-how can I believe you?”

• “Then don’t.” he snakes you over his arms and drops you in his bed. “Dare me to make you believe me. Dare me to get you to fall in love with me again.”

• it’s kind of cheating.

• cause, “No matter what I say, I’ve already fallen in love with you. I dare you to fall in love with me, Kim Hongjoong. Only me. Let’s do that instead.”

• fuzzy is all he feels.

• white noise an interlude to part two.

• “Just fucking stay with me, y/n. And I’ll make sure of nothing like this ever happens again.”

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horansqueen · 3 years

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It Feels Like Christmas - Part 8

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I was nervous, I had to admit. I wanted everything to be perfect when Mimi would get here. She had agreed to come home to bake cookies but hadn't mentioned the party. I didn't want to insist but I kept my fingers crossed. Perhaps she was right, maybe it would end up being awkward, but it didn't matter, as long as she'd be there.

I heard someone knock at my door and rushed to open it. She sent me a smile and pressed her lips together as if she was actually shy but still allowed her eyes to look inside.

"Hey..."

"Hey Mimi, please come in."

She took off her boots and walked inside, and that's when I noticed her socks. They were red, white and green, decorated with candy canes and christmas lights, and the sight made me smile.

"Love the socks." I pointed out with a chuckle, looking up at her.

Her lips curled into a smirk and she handed me a bag. It was red and white with sparkles and I grabbed it, making some fall down on the floor. I glanced at it, not even in a hurry to clean it up , and took the bag from her.

"I'm very glad you do!" she replied as I looked through it.

The first thing I grabbed and took out of the bag were socks. They were similar to hers but were decorated with little Santa Clauses and colorful gifts. I chuckled and sent her a smile, holding them up and shaking my head a bit.

"They're amazing, I'm gonna wear them tonight." I chuckled as she moved her chin in my direction.

"There's something else that you can wear right now." she told me, glancing at the bag and making me frown. "I sort of expect you to wear it, actually."

In the bag was a Christmas shirt with a big tree on it and at the bottom was written "OCD : Obsessive Christmas Disorder". I started laughing, wondering how she picked so well and I quickly reached for my shirt near my neck, pulling it off and placing it on the couch before putting on the one she just gave me. When I was done, I looked up at her and chuckled again when I noticed her mouth half opened and her surprised expression.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yea." she replied, blinking a few times and making me laugh again.

"So, you're going to need a Christmas shirt too."

She raised her eyebrows up and shrugged, unzipping her coat and opening it quickly only to show me the shirt she was wearing. It was all black with a gingerbread man cookie who was missing a foot and at the top was written "Bite Me!". I laughed again and shook my head, licking my lips.

"Well, that represents you quite well."

"Thank you!" she just replied, a smirk gracing her lips.

She took her coat off and I took it before placing it in the closet and walking back to her, clapping my hands together with a smile and rubbing them together. "Ready to bake some incredible Christmas cookies?"

"Uhm, yea, but first, you need to know that I'm horrible in a kitchen." she admitted, sending me a sorry face as her nose raised up in a grimace.

My eyes roamed on her and I felt my heart twist at how endearing she was. There was no way Mimi Armstrong was 'horrible' in a kitchen or in any other places.

"Mimi, 'horrible' is probably the worst word to describe you." I admitted, taking a step closer as my eyes traveled slowly from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes. "I'm not the best baker but I'm sure we can do some edible cookies together."

Her lips curled more and she licked them before biting on her bottom one for a few seconds. She finally nodded and I held my hand out to her without thinking. Her smile faltered and she looked down at my hand before looking up in my eyes. I could have backed away and taken my hand back, but I didn't want to. She seemed to think for a few seconds and finally, she slid her palm against mine. It was not the first time I held her hand in mine but every single time it brought a warm sensation inside of me.

We walked to the kitchen and when we got between the island and the fridge, I pulled on her hand and made her twirl around. She giggled, probably not expecting it, and finally turned slightly to look at me.

"Thank you, Niall." she let out in a low tone, tilting her head.

"What for?"

It took her a while to answer but I kept my gaze locked on hers as I waited.

"For being you."

After following instructions, spilling flour everywhere, dropping an egg on the floor and adding too much sugar, we finally put the cookies in the oven and both leaned our butts against the island.

"Good job!" I let out, turning to her and holding my hand up for a high five.

"Don't scream victory yet, we haven't tasted them!" she chuckled, raising her eyebrows.

"Come on, Mimi!" I insisted, moving my hand slightly.

She rolled her eyes, a smile spread on her lips, and finally slapped my hand, making me chuckle. She crossed her arms on her chest and turned back to look at the oven while I kept staring at her. I couldn't count the number of times I had thought about kissing her ever since we met but the number had two digits, maybe even three. She turned her head to send me a small smile and my heart jumped. Definitely three.

"What do you want to do while we wait?" she wondered, turning her body my way and placing her hand on the counter.

I glanced at it, tempted to put mine on top of it, but decided against it. "Christmas movie, maybe?"

She grimaced and It made me laugh. "Okay but nothing with orphans getting a family, and nothing with lost dogs."

"Mm, you're making this harder than I thought." I joked, shaking my head. "Why no dogs though? You seem to me like the kind of girl who loves dogs. In fact, I bet you've always wanted a dog when you were young, am I right?"

"That's literally 90% of all the girls in the world, put your crystal ball back, Horan. You're no mind reader or fortune teller!" she joked, making me laugh even more. "I love dogs, but there's no way I'm crying in front of you."

"That's cute." I just replied with a smirk. "Come on, I've got the perfect Christmas movie for you."

She frowned but followed me to the living room and I sat on my couch. She stared at it for a few seconds until I tapped the spot next to me and I could tell she was hesitating. I didn't know exactly why she was so reluctant but I could only guess it was that part of her that was scared to get attached to anyone who would end up leaving her after a while.

There were so many things I wanted to tell her and although I couldn't promise her that I would never hurt her, I knew that I would tell her i'd never abandon her, if only I was not so scared of her running away from me after I spilled that out.

She finally sat next to me as I placed my arm on the back of the couch. She leaned against it and I felt her blonde hair tickle gently my skin. I could definitely get used to that.

"Love Actually?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and turning to me.

"Mmhm, you've seen it? It's a classic." I shrugged.

"That movie isn't even twenty years old. It can't be a classic." she argued, turning her body slightly and taking the remote on the couch. I felt her leg and part of her thigh lean on my lap and did everything I could not to glance at it. "You can't be serious."

"It's a classic, stop arguing with me!" I let out, grabbing the remote from her hand.

The movie started and she opened her mouth to say something but I put one of my fingers against my lips, staring at the tv. "Shh!"

Slowly, her mouth closed and a small smile appeared on her lips but she remained silent. We watched the movie but it was hard for me to focus on it. I felt her move closer with time and eventually, she leaned her head on my arm, near my shoulder. I tried not to move at all, not wanting her to move further from me, and I glanced at her from time to time. I could only see part of her eyes and the top of her head but it was enough for me.

I don't know how long we stayed like that but the oven beeped and she sat up, turning to me with a smile. I was a bit disappointed that she was not close to me anymore but seeing the smile on her face made me happy anyway.

"Okay, moment of truth!" she let out as I paused the movie.

We got up and rushed to the kitchen before I took the cookies out of the oven. She moved closer, bringing her hand up and I slapped it slightly, making her look up at me.

"You need to let them cool."

"So it's going to smell like that all over your apartment but we can't have a taste?"

The look on her face made me laugh and I turned around to open the fridge and grab the milk. "Yes, but I'll prepare us two glasses of milk to drink with the cookies."

"Or to hide the disgusting taste if we failed."

I laughed again as I filled the glasses and she leaned against the island. "Where's your mom?"

"She's helping them prepare the party." I explained, shrugging a shoulder.

I hoped that me mentioning it would start a discussion about it but we remained silent for a few more minutes before I finally turned around and grabbed a cookie. It crumbled a bit and I cursed in a breath.

"We were supposed to let them cool down." she pointed out, taking a step closer.

"I guess I couldn't wait." I grinned, placing half the cookie in the palm of her hand.

I pushed my half in my mouth completely as she tried to do the same but she could barely close her mouth and it made me laugh. She chewed for a few seconds and finally swallowed before licking her lips.

"Okay, not bad for a first time."

I had an x-rated thought crossing my mind but I kept it to myself and just smiled at her. "And we have a movie to watch."

She nodded and we placed the cookies in a plate, bringing it and our glasses to the living room. I looked at her as her eyes roamed on the cookies, taking a few seconds to pick one, and it made me realize that I enjoyed her company so much that I would be okay with spending many days in a row with her;.

"Let's make a deal." I let out, leaning against the couch again and placing my arm on the back of it, in hope that she would cuddle me again.

"Okay, what is it?"

"If you actually enjoy this movie, you'll come with me to the party tonight."

Her eyes roamed on my face and down my chest as she seemed to weigh the pros and cons and finally, her eyes met mine. "Okay, but if I end up going, you drive me back home whenever I'm tired, you never leave my side and..." she stopped and licked her lips. "And you..."

"Yes?"

She pressed her lips together and shook her head, glancing at the cookies before looking back at me. "And you give me one of your cookies."

I knew it was not what she wanted to ask for but I didn't argue. I just let my lips curl as I looked at her. "Deal."

We stared at each other again for a few seconds and she finally nodded as I started the movie again. This time, she didn't wait : she just moved closer and leaned her head on my shoulder, making sure despite herself that I wouldn't focus on the movie at all anymore.

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tiptoed his way (m) || kth

pairing; taehyung x reader. genre; roommate!au; smut; fluff; angst. warnings; breaking and entering, unintended voyeurism, female masturbation, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex via doggy style, choking, tae suffers from MSS(Monster Schlong Syndrome lol), that’s about it. word count; 6.4K (unedited im sorry :()

summary; ➜ Taehyung found himself locked out of your shared home and there were only two options to successfully get inside. (1) Wake you up from your sleep and face the wrath that’ll follow, (2) Think like a burglar and enter through your window. (Un)fortunately for him, he picks the latter.

taglist; @bella-victoria002 @chaitaewithkookies @saddiesan @wehadnochoice @knjhe @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @livorna @taetaeobsessed @erisann @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @wickizer

a/n: the old gif doesnt work i dunno what i did wrong :(

“I’ll be out ‘til late, y/n! Don’t wait up for me.” Taehyung hollered while lacing his worn out white high-cut converse in the entryway. Hoping his voice would reach the end of the hallway where you were currently cooped in in your room.

“Alright! Stay safe!” Not bothering to leave your room, you answered back. Voice echoing through and bouncing off the dry walls. After waiting a few minutes, you heard the door slam shut with a thud. You cautiously tiptoed your way to the direction of your door, slightly opening the solid block of wood and peeking through the narrow crack you made. With no Taehyung in sight, you pumped your fist in the air and cheered victoriously. You finally have the house to yourself. You beamed with delight scurrying yourself over to the kitchen to make yourself a hot steaming bowl of instant ramen.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been your room mates since you can remember. It was freshman year of college, and you were looking for a cheap place to stay with the money you saved up working as a part-time student during your last year of highschool. A friend had introduced you to Jungkook, saying they needed one more person to split the bill with, broke college students need to support each other. At first you were hesitant, a girl living with two boys in a shared house wasn’t you initial plan but as the days go by since you first moved it, you got to know Taehyung and Jungkook a little more. Your friendship with them had gotten greater, the three of you were inseverable and you treasured them to bits!

Although in the four years you’ve been boarding together, every now and then they can really get on your nerves; letting the dirty dishes stack up at the sink until molds would flourish on the left over food; leaving the empty carton of milk in the fridge just as you’re planning to enjoy it with cereal or maybe a pack of Oreos; bags of chips and boxes of pizza scattered on all parts of the living room floor whenever they’d have movie night on Fridays with Jimin and Hoseok; and last but not least, the thing that they always do that grinds your gears the most, their dirty laundry in every corner, nook, and cranny of the house. Stinky socks, sweaty shirts, crusty jeans and even used underwear, you name it!

One time you had guests over; all girls might you add, studying for a group project in chemistry. Oh poor, sweet Yeri… Her unsullied innocence mercilessly corrupted by Jungkook’s disgusting underwear that had a suspicious dried up patch of white something on the crotch area of the small fabric. Yeri almost fainted when she pulled out the article of clothing from the kitchen caddy, flinging it across the room to where the other girls were. You scolded Jungkook the same day, advising him to keep all his stuff where it needed to be kept and on top of that to apologize to the poor girl he scarred for life. Which he did, and that’s the story of how Jungkook and Yeri’s relationship began. Who knew, right?

Taehyung was like Jungkook at first, but somehow he decided to stay under your radar as best as he could. Once you lectured him on something he’s done wrong inside the quarters of your home, he’d make it a point to engrave it on the back of his head. He has his fuck ups every now and then, but nothing too consequential. There was one time though, and you wish you could forget, that he brought a girl home which wasn’t against the house rules. Jungkook had brought Yeri numerous times and you, yourself, had your fair share of men visiting the house, specifically your room. It was s well established etiquette to keep the ruckus down since you we’re sharing this living space between the three of you. But during that critical time, which you’ve spoken to Taehyung and Jungkook beforehand never lacking to remind them on multiple occasions throughout that day. Telling them to please keep the noise to a minimum because you'll be revising for for a major exam that was equivalent to forty percent of your total grade. Somehow, Taehyung managed to forget your simple and completely doable request. With the paper thin walls between you and the absence of soundproofing, you were able to get every moan, groan and mewl that came from Taehyung’s rooms adjacent to yours. That bastard is so dead was the sole thing on your mind right now and not the words inscribed in the textbook that you’ve read over for the tenth time that night. The morning after that horrendous night of not getting anything done, you waited irksomely in the common room for taehyung and his date to emerge from his chambers.

“Y/n, y-you’re up early.” He gulped, taking in your appearance. Your gaze was piercing especially with the huge dark bags under your eyes. “I’ll take Minju ho--”

“I’m sure she knows here way back.” You cut him off with a bark in your tone, “Can’t you, Minju?” Your focus was now directed at her and she was quivering under your constant scrutiny.“Y-yes,” She clutched on her designer handbag bowed nervously before fleeing the place like a prey encountering it’s predator.

“I asked you for one thing, Taehyung, one thing.” You lowered your head and massaged your aching temples with your fingers, placating your exasperation towards the boy who was placed in the hot seat. “You knew I was studying tonight, Tae.” The timbre of your voice wasn’t sickeningly livid anymore. From spiking up to a hundred degrees in the last two minutes, it dropped down to a negative ten. “This test is worth forty percent of my grade, I told you that. This is the first time I requested you to do something for me...” You shut your eyes close and drew out a long sigh before standing up and intending to head back to your room. “If I fail this test, I want to let you know it’s on you, Tae.” His features were extremely devastated and disheartened, not because of the things you just said but because of how he had forgotten all about it.

You inconspicuously peered back at him and the look on his face says it all. A helpless puppy abandoned by its human, that’s what he resembled most at this moment. Big glassy eyes, a wet nose and pouty lips. Okay, that was kind of a mean thing to say, you thought. But you never failed to remind him, always opening up and squeezing in the topic during the mundane conversations you shared together. After one last disappointed sigh, you looked up the clock, 6:55 am. “Anyway, I still have three more hours before the test. I’ll be in my room.” You turned your back on him and proceeded to take a few steps forward before saying one last thing to him, “Please, please, please. Don’t bother me.” You were on your way back down the hall, nothing will stop you from cramming seven chapters of lesson into your brain in less than three hours in one sitting.

“Sorry, Y/n.”

Sorry ain't gonna cut it, chief.

Its as if Taehyung was able to read your mind, “ I’ll- I’ll be on bathroom duty. For two, no, four weeks. Yeah, yeah. One month of bathroom duty, Y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget.”

You glanced over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of Taehyung with his hands clasped together, his facial expression pleading for forgiveness. You knew he was really sorry. Why? Because nobody liked bathroom duty, not even you.

“That seems fair to you, kook?” You spontaneously asked, making Taehyung scan the living room area. Glass started clattering in the kitchen and your doe-eyed bunny-boy of a roommate came hopping in. Taehyung was seeking compassion from his long-time comrade. Maybe shortening his time on bathroom duties or lending him a helping hand at least. Bros before hoes, right? “For the record.” Jungkook started, taking a sip from the cold banana milk bottle in his hand. “You kept me up, too. And I have football practice at eight.” He shrugged his shoulders casually before hiding back in his man cave. “Have fun cleaning, Tae.”

Your chiding was for everyone’s best interest, may this incident serve as a lesson of respecting other people who also lives in this household. Although there was one thing you were still unsure about. After that episode, Taehyung has never set foot in the premises with a woman draped around his arm again. You hoped you did not terminate his hopes of getting a love life.

In conclusion, they’re just a bunch of stupid college boys wanting to survive this hell hole, what do you expect? So, having the house to yourself was a once in a blue moon moment you’d never take for granted.

It was two in the morning, and Taehyung was stupidly perched at the doorstep patting his pockets for what seemed like the tenth time in the last ten minutes searching for his keys. "Shit." He grumbled under his breath, taking out his phone from his back pocket and calling up Jungkook's number. After the third try, he finally answered the call.

"H-hey, what's up? I love you and all that shit but why are you calling at two in the fucking morning?" The voice is the other line was dry and scratchy.

"Ah," Taehyung felt apologetic for waking up the Jungkook but he absolutely needed help, "Sorry for bothering you, Kook. Do you happen to know where the spare key is? Left my copy in my room before I went out and now I'm locked out of the house," He laughed embarrassingly, attempting to check his pockets one more time before calling it quits, wishing his keys would magically turn up in one of them.

"Taehyung…" The line suddenly went silent, it was a good fifteen seconds before Jungkook went on speaking,"Didn't I tell you that I'm holding onto the spare key to have it duplicated since my I lost my copy?"

There it was again, complete and utter silence. If it wasn't for irregular breathing coming from the other line, Jungkook would've guessed Taehyung had dropped the call already.

"Just wake up y/n, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Jungkook suggested, that was probably the best route to take.

"No bro," Taehyung's tone was unnaturally dark and empty.

"Can I ask why?"

"L-Last time I locked myself out and woke up y/n," he choked on his series of words, recalling the traumatic event that occurred in the past. "She made me wait a whole hour before opening the door. While I was waiting out in the cold, y/n cooked bacon and pancakes at midnight just to spite me. The smell of the food made my stomach flip and growl. When she finally let me in, she ate it all by herself while looking me straight in the eye."

Jungkook on the other line laughed uproariously at Taehyung's untold story, "Remind me not to get on Y/n's bad side. But in all seriousness, how are you planning to get inside the house?" He queried the boy who was stuck in an unfortunate predicament."I don't get back til' Sunday. And it's only Friday."

Taehyung's eyes lit up like those light bulbs in cartoons when the characters gets a genius idea. "Is your room the one without the safety locks on the window?"

"One, no. My windows have safety locks. Y/n's window is the one without it. And two, that's a really bad Idea, Tae."

"What's a bad idea, babe?" Taehyung indistinctly overhears a hushed voice in the background. His conversation with Jungkook probably woke up Yeri too. "Oh, Taehyung's planning to enter through y/n window to get into the house." Jungkook made sure that taehyung was hearing what Yeri had to say, since she's been friends with y/n just as long as them. Her giggles were so innocent, akin to a baby but the words she said were the exact opposite. "That is a stupid idea, unless Taehyung wants to be hit on the head with a metal baseball bat and bleed to death."

"Yeri said that that's a stupid idea unless you--"

"I heard what she said. And I won't even make a sound! I'll tiptoe my way through her window and out of her room in a flash! That way I'll be in the house and won't have to wake up y/n! I see this as an absolute win." Taehyung broadcasted triumphantly like he had discovered the map to the lost City of Atlantis.

Yeri snatched the phone from her boyfriend's hand and lectured Taehyung y/n style. "Tae, this isn't the time to be quoting the Incredible Hulk when you're the one who's gonna be beaten to a pulp when y/n wakes up and mistakes you for a burglar. Just wake up y/n and ask her to open up the door for you. It can't be that bad, you'd live a longer life that way. Face the consequences of being a pee-brain."

"Nope," It seemed like Taehyung had made up his mind, and when Taehyung makes up his mind, there's no point in stopping him.

"Ahhh, tell your friend good luck. I'm going back to sleep." Yeri gave back the phone to her boyfriend. "You have our regards. If you don't die, call me back in the morning." A loud yawn can be heard from Jungkook's end as he hangs up.

And that's Taehyung's go signal.

He stealthily made his way round the perimeter of the house to the side where your room was located "Bingo." He mused as he spotted your window, slightly left ajar. He strategically maneuvered his way across the flower bed embedded on the ground, calculating his steps accurately not wanting to step on your precious roses and daffodils. He knows he can't lie to you, if asked who trampled on your bloom, he'd rat himself out in a blink of an eye. He'd like to enjoy a long flourishing life. Grow old, get married and possibly have kids and grandkids.

Not like what he's about to commit will spare his life either way.

Even with the lack of light and the gauzy material of the curtain, his eyes could make up your vague figure on the bed, tossing and shifting your legs about. Must be some crazy dream you're having, he thought. Though he can't get a clear view of you, he's certain you were there.

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly pushed the unlocked window wider just enough so that he can slither his body inside, dragging the curtain along with it. He prayed to the heavens above that the hinges doesn't make a sound, not even a tiny squeak or his head will be the one hanging from the valances.

With his hands securely clasped on the window sill, he utilized his upper body strength to propel himself up until his knees were secured on the narrow wooden surface. "Phew" he shakily exhaled, switching from his current kneeling position to a crouching one, gaining more balance for his following steps.

Before fully entering your room now that he had obtained a better view, he decided to take a proper look at your charming unconscious face. Wait, scratch that, that didn’t come out right. What he meant to conclude was…

When Jungkook first introduced you to him as their new flatmate, he couldn’t help but be blown away. He was thunderstruck when he was graced by your overwhelming presence. Soft silky hair that he’d like to get bury his face in, letting the scent of your shampoo take over his senses; Round bright eyes that somehow carried the countless stars and galaxies, he’d willingly surrender himself just to get lost in them. A lovely button nose that scrunched up when you smiled and introduced yourself for the first time. “I’m Y/n, nice to finally meet you Taehyung.” he remembered clearly, god, how can he forget. Your soft-spoken voice perfectly fitted your delicate face. It was love at first sight, what else could it be? He fell for you hook, line and sinker.

He covertly watched over you, not in the stalker-ish way, of course. Whenever you’re lounging around in your favorite pajamas or simply tidying up the house, he’d inevitably find a small smile creep up on his lips. Even just knowing that you’re inside the house when he comes home from the university by the way your favourite music was blaring from your room made him happy. He learned along the way that you were really introverted, spending most of your weekends at home reading your favourite novels and choosing to withdraw yourself from the generic college scene. Opting for a movie night date with your friends rather than partying at some musty frat house. Moreover, you didn’t strike up any conversation with him or Jungkook unless it was about the house or if it was that important to talk about. Unbeknownst to you, all the things you detested like unwashed dishes or misplaced dirty laundry, he did it on purpose just to get the attention he craved from you. Sometimes he felt guilty at the way he acted whenever you were around, a pout or two on your upset face.

But he came to the point that he was tired of hiding and playing safe behind that thin line called “Friendship.”If he wasn’t gonna man-up and take action, nothing’s gonna change. So on your twentieth birthday, that’s when he decided he wanted to confess his love for you, hoping that the unrequited becomes requited. He bought a cake and decorated the whole house with a banner, balloons and streamers. He even paid Jungkook fifty dollars to keep his mouth shut about it.

What happened after was far from his or Jungkook's expectations. You came home from a date. A date which none of them knew about but here you were, wide eyed and jubilant to see the simple surprise party your dear roommates took the time to prepare for you. You introduced the boy standing next to you as your boyfriend. "Boyfriend" that word stung like a bitch.

It was then that he decided to put an end to this one-sided pinning that has been going on for quite some time now that hasn't bloomed into anything, not even a tiny sprout. If the stars were aligning and the universe was really on his side, he would have been your boyfriend by the end of the day, not some guy named Lucas.

Every other night he'd return with a girl to his room for nothing more than a quick fuck, never meeting with them for a second time. He thought it was something that would dull the agonizing throb in his chest, it worked for the most part. The bodily pleasure those women brought him made him forget momentarily about everything he's ever felt for you. He thought it was only a matter of time until all the feelings he'd kept would dissipate into thin air.

Minju, he recalled. A girl who was just as perfect as you in his eyes, well almost. With the thought of taking Minju home and having her all to himself as a priority in his mind, he got carried away and overlooked one critical thing you asked of him which was on top of that a principal house rule the three of you agreed on. "Always keep the noise to a minimum."

He knew he fucked up the moment he spots you sitting on the couch glaring at him as he and Minju walked out of his room. He saw the look of disappointment etched on your face at how he had let you down and recognized how bad he fucked up. He thought that you’d never forgive him and end up hating him for the rest of his life, but you always kept proving him wrong. A familiar box was atop the center island with a pink sticky note attached to it.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you, Tae. It was probably the stress talking. Btw, I passed aced the exam! Hehe. <3 y/n.”

That was when he realized he truly did not deserve you.

His profound daydreaming was put to a halt when he heard a hushed moan originate from your direction. His jaw almost unhinged at how low and wide it was hanging from his face at the sight he has failed to notice prior to entering your room. A convoluted expression was apparent on your face, with your brows knitted together, and eyes shut tight, upper teeth frustratingly nibbling at your bottom lip. Your left hand hidden under the sheer fabric of your shirt, kneading at your mound lavishly while the fingers on your other hand were tirelessly circling around the glistening flesh between you spread legs. You weren’t sleeping, you were masturbating!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gotta get out. Gotta get out. Gotta get--

His whole life flashed before his eyes as he witnessed the mason jar you used as a flower pot unexpectedly gets knocked over by his rogue foot, emanating in a clangorous noise as it hit the seat of your metal chair tucked under your desk. There were numerous circumstances that he wished he could get out of certain situations unscathed, which as luck would have it he did. This one? Not so much as your instincts urged you to direct your attention to where the abrupt sound came from. He saw your bewildered eyes staring at his squatting figure by your window.

Taehyung quickly slammed his palms over his face concealing his eyes while blindly steering his body farther into your room, knocking over your other stuff in the process. As his feet finally met solid ground, it was now time to plead for his life. “Y/n! Shit! I-I can e-explain. I l-left my keys! A-and I didn't want to wake you up. I didn't mean seeing that!" He heard the sound of his rapid heart beat resonate in his ears, ringing so loudly that he couldn't even hear himself think.

You found his flustered stuttering adorable and endearing. You weren't angry and knew he was telling the truth. Taehyung, no matter how brazen and badly behaved he was, has not ever lied to you. You can take his word for this one but a little teasing hasn't killed anyone. “Never perceived you as the peeping type, Tae."

"I swear, I'm not!" His cheeks started burning red, the scorching heat of embarrassment crawling up to his ears and down his neck.

You didn't answer him right away, and all he could make up with his vision temporarily impaired was the shuffling sound of your bedding and the indistinct footsteps walking towards him. "Well since you're here, might as well help your roommate out." You whispered suggestively in his ear, and he felt his jeans grow a little tighter by the crotch.

You pressed your body against his until the corner of your desk was painfully digging into his back. "What do you say, Tae?"

"I-I don't think this is right." He respired weakly, his knees were starting to buckle at the figurative weight weighing down on his shoulders with palms still stuck to his eyes.

"Wanna know what I think." You purred salaciously, the tip of your pointer finger lightly tracing over the skin of his clavicle. "I don't think this is a question of what's right and wrong," Your hand started to head south, stopping precisely at his sternum, your fingers drawing small figure eights over it. "I'm single, your single."You further proved your claim, hand once again dropping lower. Taehyung wasn't much of a gym rat like Jungkook or Jimin so he didn't have any abs. But you still appreciated his body nonetheless, especially paired with his remarkably attractive face. "I see this as a question of want and don't want. And judging from this," without warning, you cupped the hard-on he was sporting. Waves of electricity surged through his blood vessel, every cell in his body had doubled its working pace. "You want this as much as I do." Slowly, you palmed him through his jeans, fingers molding the curve of his clothed dick. His heart rate spiked and breathing got more labored with your words and actions.

He wanted to see you. He wanted to remove his hand from his face and see how the moonlight shining through your window illuminated your appearance, enhancing your elegant features tenfold but he was terrified that this will lead to something that will eventually ruin your friendship.

"Taehyung..." You whimpered, starting to feel impatient. "Say something. Tell me what you want. Tell me to stop, please just say something."

"I-I," Fuck it, he thought. He detached his hands from his eyes and encased it around your petite torso, finally giving in to the treacherous temptation that is you. "I want you, y/n." He dipped his face in the curve of your neck, filling himself up with the sweet scent of you. "I've wanted you for the longest time, y/n." His voice was guttural and strained, he'd never thought the time of him finally confessing to you would come. It required him every tendril of his being to finally come clean. An abandoned door that was once locked has instantly been pushed open, and his desire for you has never been more ardent.

"I want you too, Tae."

Moments later you've found yourselves entangled within each other's embrace, caught in a sweltering and heart racing make out session. Every brush of lips and prod of tongue was burning of lust and passion. The way your fingers intertwined with his and filling its spaces perfectly like the final piece of an unfinished puzzle. It felt so natural, the way the rise and fall of your breathing and the tempo of your pulses fell in sync. It felt like something that should've been done ages ago but was hindered by something unforeseen.

As he hovered above your frame, you couldn't help but be drawn in the boundless sea of his deep hazel eyes. Wisp of his curled lashes resting prettily on his eyelids, the tip of his pointed nose dusted a shade of baby pink and lips pursed into a gentle smile. He observed you with hooded eyes as you absentmindedly stared at his face. You couldn't comprehend how a mere human can bear this much beauty and elegance in his mortal body, even the gods would seethe in jealousy at his splendor.

"T-tae. I want to feel your dick down my throat." You professed bashfully, marvelling at his beauty can wait. Right now there was one thing you fervently wish for, him and his entirety.

Your bluntness was always one of his favourite traits of yours. "I'm all yours." He replied, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips.

"Stand at the edge of the bed." You instructed, going on all fours and crawling your way to the same spot. "C'mon!"

Taehyung with arched brows headed to where you wanted him, planting his feet firmly on the carpeted floor. "Okay, now what?"

"I've always wanted to try like this." You pressed on, lying on your back with your head almost hanging off the edge of the bed, slightly propping it up with a small pillow. Taehyung was caught off guard with your new position, “Y/n, what are you doing?” He queried with an arch of his brows.

“I’m ready to take your dick.” You seemed determined, sweeping your loosened hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ears. “Saw this in porn before and I’ve been itching to try it out.

You just kept pulling out tricks from your sleeve, Taehyung never imagined you to be the type who watches porn. “You watch porn?” He incredulously questioned eyes going wide that hinted inquisitiveness.

“Oh please, I am a human being. Stop looking at me like I’m some saint. I can watch adult videos whenever I want to.”

“Fair enough,” He acknowledged while unbuckling his belt, revealing the stiff bulge tucked in his boxer. He tugged the garterized hem of his underwear down and allowed his member to spring free.

You were genuinely astounded with his impressive size and girth, tip red and already leaking pre-cum. “From all the years we’ve been living together, I kinda expected you were big, but not this big. Didn’t know you were suffering from MSS.”

“MSS?” he eyed you outlandishly, having no idea what you were talking about.

“Monster Schlong Syndrome.” You answered as you tried suppressing the mischievous smile forcing its way onto your lips.

“Shut up, Y/n.” Taehyung’s cheeks grew rosier at your compliment about his dick, but he still preferred being humble about his size even when he was with other girls.

“Make me,” You provoked him, opening your mouth fully and sticking out your tongue. Feeling rather wolfish to have him in your mouth.

“Are you sure about this?” He queried you one last time, making sure you were a hundred percent okay with this. “I’m the one beginning to feel uncomfortable with your position.”

“I’m fine, Tae. I want this.”

He couldn’t help stroking himself while taking in the image of you sprawled on the bed eyes totally blown-out. Begging and lusting over his cock. Taehyung gently tapped his length on your cheek,causing a smirk to form on your lips. “Stopped teasing,” You wailed vexingly, growing eager by the second. You tossed your head back even further while opening your mouth much wider, giving Taehyung a greater angle.

“You ready, baby?” His already deep voice dropped an octave lower, a sultry and sickeningly honeyed tone slathered all over his words. You crossed your legs together feeling the steamy heat pool between them as you nod fervently.

Unhurriedly, Taehyung pushed the tip of his cock past your lips. The warmth and wetness of your mouth elicited a satisfied groan from him. He pushed even further down your throat, sheathing himself completely and noticing how tight the space has gotten as he descends. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good,” he euphorically moaned seeing how your pretty mouth is stretched by his thick cock.

You blissfully purred at his praise, and the vibrations of your throat around his member sent a chill down his spine. “I-I’ll start moving, okay.” He choked on his word, his senses brimming over with the buzz of pleasure. At a leisurely pace, he began gliding his dick in and out of your hot cavern, hearing lewd squelching sounds with every push. “Shit,” He rasped when you hollow your cheeks around him. “Your mouth is the best, baby.” He quickened the speed of his thrusts, savouring the constricted hold you’ve got on him. Tears started to pool at the corners of your eyes as your mouth was bombarded with the repetitive jabbing motion. You’ve never felt this full before, the way he has you gorged put you in a state of pure ecstasy.

Taehyung shifted his veiny hand to caress your face, wiping away the wetness from your corners of your eyes. With his balls slapping right into your face, you failed to capture his pupils dilate and the concupiscent glint in his dark orbs. His hand found its way at the base of your neck, favouring the tug of the skin, muscles and bones outlined beneath the surface. His slender, bony fingers spread across the expanses of your neck, petting the strained muscle domestically. His digits started to curl around the base, the blunt of his fingernails digging into your skin and you felt the restriction of air affect your lungs.

Taehyung knew you were enjoying this as much as he was even with you gagging and choking on his dick. He exerted more pressure on your jugular, and you felt your body sink further into the mattress. He thwarted his hips into you once more, deeper than before as his wanton howls reverberated inside your room. Before he could blow his load in your mouth, he stopped himself and pulled out his swollen cock coated with your spit.

You opened your eyes and griped at the sudden sensation of barrenness, "W-why'd you stop?" You felt light headed, your body eventually recognized the lack of oxygen you underwent. Your chest hurriedly heaved up and down as you were gasping for air, trying to catch your breath.

"This is my first time fucking you, the only place I'll be cumming in right now is your pussy." Taehyung wickedly grinned, looping his arms behind your neck and knees and carried you bridal style. He walked over the side and carefully lowered you on the bed, head snuggly resting on the pillow leaned on the headboard. He made his way back to the foot of the bed, taking a seat directly in front of your bare core. "Since I interrupted you earlier," his hands began stroking you calf, tiny goosebumps springing up from his touch. "Let me make it up to you and make you feel better than those little fingers of yours."

You detected a hint of embarrassment as Taehyung's gaze focuses on you already seeping sex. He began crawling closer to you core, tipping in to pepper kisses on your inner thighs. As his warm breath began rousing over your skin, you couldn't help but clench around nothingness at the level of arousal you were experiencing. "What were you thinking about when you were pleasuring yourself?" He cooed the question out before licking a wet stripe along your moistened slit. His tongue was dancing in his mouth after finally acquiring a taste of your delectable nectar. "I-I was thinking about you, Tae." You answered weakly, the pad of his thumb now circling your sensitive nub. He hummed in approval at you words, his tongue was the one promptly to devote its undivided attention to you bundle of nerves. "What was I doing then?"

You released a long exhale when you felt Taehyung slip on of his slender fingers inside your hole. "I-I thought about how you'd fuck me with your huge cock," You admitted, shutting your eyes as he twirls his finger inside you. He inserted another digit, and it got you tossing your head back in fervor. "How you'd make me cum so hard.”Your eyes reeled back at the back of your head as another finger slips into you with such ease.

“You’re soaking wet, y/n.” he was prideful of how you’ve become putty under his ministrations, “And all for me.” He sloped down once more and flicked your clit with his wet muscles at an excruciating pace. You started feeling yourself clench around his digits, “W-wait.” You intervened, not wanting to release just yet. “I want to cum with you.”

He devilishly grinned from ear to ear and flipped your body over, your knees and palm bearing the weight of your exhausted body. “Wanna hit you from the back so bad.”

You lowered your torso and arched your back inwards, excessively sticking your ass up on full display. Taehyung smeared the accumulated pre-cum on the tip of his cock all over his length, painting it with the lubricating substance. He aligned himself with your entrance and gingerly drove his hips forward until he bottomed out. “Fuck, y/n. You’re cunt’s even tighter than your pretty mouth.” the interior walls of your vagina squeezed at his member, accommodating his length incomparably. “Your pussy was made for me, y/n. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

As much as you fancied him to rant about how amazing your pussy was, you wished he’d just shut up and pound you into oblivion and put an end to the tormenting ache bubbling inside you. “Move.” You sought, pushing your rear end against him hard and coaxing him to ultimately move.

His knuckles were turning white at how tight he’s gripping onto the curve of your hips, nails engraving small crescent-shaped marks on your skin. Without warning, he launched the onslaught of the brute ramming of his dick into you. Each thrust he bore were insanely crisp and accurate, striking your sweet spot with every jab. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your heavy breathes were the only tunes filling the silent space of your room. Taehyung pulled out his length almost completely, appreciating how coated and soaked it was with your juices, awakening another entire level of his vehement lust for you. He slammed himself back into your tight slit, clenching his buttocks and rutting his pelvis at an inhuman speed.

“I’m so close, Taehyung.” You wailed sinfully with a high-pitched strain to your voice, aware at how every muscle in your body is tensing up.

“Me too, baby.” He unexpectedly towed you by your hair until your back collided with his chest. His hand located your neck yet again, wrapping his digits around it and cutting your intake of air. You swear that at the end of this, your neck would be sore, purple and bruised because of how robust he retains his grip on you. At this point, his movements began getting sloppier and imprecise, suggesting he was at last getting to his most sought-after high. His idle hand shakily made its way to your almost forgotten clit, ruthlessly rubbing at it with the pad of his fore and middle finger continuously until you were convulsing around his cock and milking him down to the last drop. Both of your body collapsed on your bed, utterly breathless.

“Wow.” Taehyung managed to breath out.

“Yeah, wow.” You repeat, steadying your breathing. “What happens now?” You awkwardly asked, staring at the blank ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in your room.

“Wanna go on a date?” His voice was filled with reluctance, the thrumming in his chest never calming down. Now wasn't the perfect time to ask you that kind of question. So he braced himself as he waited for your answer.

You turned your head in his direction and looked at how the light from the now open window magically outlined his enchanting profile. “You’re way out of order but I’d love too.”

Taehyung's obnoxious ringtone Disturbed the silence of your sleep.

"Your phone is ringing." You grumbled, t

"Yo, Tae, glad to hear you're still alive. Got into the house yet?"

"Yeah," He paused, looking at you. "Got into y/n pants as well."

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Home Front, Mission 17: Drone On

Take to the Skies

[mechanical work sounds in the background]

JANINE DE LUCA: Ah, is it that time already? No, Mr. Yao, I can do it. I have equipment here. No, you do not need to come down and help. Please continue calibrating the comms. Attention, listeners, Janine De Luca here. I've just been informed by Mr. Yao that it is time for today's workout session. Please take a moment to gather two or more tin cans, two bags, and if possible, a chair for exercises you'll be doing later on. Ensure the bags have strong handles. Once you're ready, commence warming up, perhaps by jogging on the spot.

Unfortunately, I'm rather busy attending to a task in Abel's workshop at present. Under the workshop, to be precise. I'm in a crawl space, stripping out old copper wiring for use elsewhere. Still, I have a portable mic, so we can conduct our workout as planned. In fact, being in a confined space has brought to mind exercises for those locked down with limited room, such as Runner Thirty-One, who is unfortunately trapped within a cottage pantry.

So on to today's first exercise: seated leg raises. For this, you'll need one sturdy chair and just enough space to stretch your legs. I believe Thirty-One has that much room in his pantry, along with several thousand legumes. If you don't have room, continue jogging. Otherwise, sit upright in your chair with your back straight and your hands on the chair on either side of you. Plant your left foot on the floor, then straighten your right leg so it extends in front of you with your hip flexed and your knee straight. Hold the leg there for a few seconds, then lower it.

We will raise and lower your right leg thusly for 30 seconds, then your left for 30 more. And start. That's it, keep going. 15 seconds down. You're doing well, everyone. Please ignore my working in the background. Very good. 30 seconds, listeners. Switch to your left leg. That's it, 15 seconds left, listeners. We are both nearly done. The wiring down here is from defunct pre-apocalypse electrics. There is little left to salvage. And exercise complete, as is my collection operation.

I shall trigger a music break while I emerge from the crawl space. You could continue exercising or relax, listeners. I admit I've let Mr. Yao pick out today's songs, so I imagine something cheerful should be about to play.

JANINE DE LUCA: Welcome back, everyone. I'm afraid I am far from done with the day's labors, so you will have to bear with me while I conduct essential work. Abel's machine shop has been rather cluttered for the last few months. Just before the superhorde, we recovered a crashed military drone from nearby countryside, an extremely advanced attack model. Mr. Yao claims it resembles a predatory bird, though I know few birds of car size. At first I was worried the drone was damaged beyond repair, but I have had ample incentive to work on it of late. Now while I rewire some circuits on the drone's underside, you've a round of torso twists to do.

Use the tin cans and bags you obtained earlier. Place one tin in each bag. Feel free to use more tins for a greater challenge. This ought to be a fine use for all those cans of condensed milk in your pantry, Runner Thirty-One. Of course, you wouldn't have been trapped by the horde if you hadn't disobeyed orders to go back for those cans. Now sit holding the weights very close to your chest. Twist from the waist to your left hand side, then twist back to the center, and then twist to the opposite side. Keep alternating twists like this for one minute. And begin.

Very good, 15 seconds complete. For camaraderie purposes, you may wish to know I am removing fused components from the drone. They are of a similar heft to your weights. That's it, 30 seconds elapsed. Patience is the key, listeners, in exercise and engineering. No matter how many panels need to be pried loose, one must persist. 15 seconds left, nearly done. And exercise complete.

It has been weeks of work, listeners, but I am close to restoring this drone, I know it. Air support in this day and age... it could bring us a major victory against the superhorde. Dr. Myers is concerned that I've been going without sleep for the project. For more than a few days, in honesty, but completion is so near. I need only... [components zap] Ah, damn! I need only bypass the power systems. The main battery still holds charge, but its connections are ruined. This wiring is delicate. I must concentrate. More music will follow. Rest or continue pushing yourselves and when I return, with any luck, some progress will have been made.

JANINE DE LUCA: Hello, listeners. You have just missed Mr. Yao, who has been down here on the pretext of delivering unsolicited cocoa. The truth is, weathering the superhorde, trying to plan a counterattack... the pressure has been intense. Bouts of flu and dysentery have other settlements low on medical supplies, beseeching us for aid. Tinkering in here is the closest thing to relaxation I've been able to manage. Hopefully you have found our exercises similarly restorative.

Today's next task: incline press-ups. If you're confined near stairs, find them. Adopt a press-up position with your hands shoulder-width apart on the second or third step of your stairs and your back straight. Bend your arms to lower your body until your chest is close to the floor, hold there for a count of two, then return to your starting position.

For those of you without stairs, like Thirty-One or Runners Nineteen and Twenty-Two who are trapped in the ale house toilet after a failed romantic escape, try wall press-ups. Stand before a wall with your legs together and your arms straight out with your palms on the wall at shoulder height, shoulder-width apart. Keep your back straight and bend your elbows to bring your nose close to the wall. Hold for two seconds, then return to your starting position.

There will be one minute of press-ups. Begin. 15 seconds down. I believe I am close to finishing the rewiring. 30 seconds down. The drone appears to be coming online. Excellent. 45 seconds down. I imagine wall press-ups are especially useful for Runner Thirteen, who is sheltering in an old police box, to Mr. Yao’s perplexing amusement.

And stop. The drone is ready for launch. With so little fuel, there is no opportunity to test it, but I have a plan in mind. The people need a victory against the horde. To be candid, I feel I need one, too. There will be a music break while I conduct the launch. Recoup or continue doing press-ups. When you hear from me again, we shall find out one way or another whether my efforts here have been in vain.

SAM YAO: Uh, hello? Hello, listeners, are you there? It's Sam in the comms shack. Janine told me to take over the broadcast while she launches her drone. Apparently, she's rigged up a remote to steer it, so she's got to focus on that. [paper rustles]Anyway, she's given me a list of exercises for you. Next one is... oh, planking. Janine says it's, uh, an excellent test of patience, inspired by Runner Twelve, who's stuck in the back of an overturned campervan. She's been planking to pass the time.

So lie down on your front, supporting your weight on your forearms and tiptoes. Keep your back straight and lock your core. You're going to hold that pose for 60 seconds. And go. Oh! Got an update from Janine. The drone just launched, and ah, I see it on the cams, rising from the workshop like a big scary robot eagle. 15 seconds down. That's it, plank like Runner Twelve. Halfway done. Huh, that's weird, the drone's just drifting over the horde. I mean, shouldn't it be, I don't know, shooting missiles or something? 45 seconds down. Keep your body locked. Imagine you're that drone soaring through the air like a plank. And done. Good job, everyone!

Yeah, there's still no bombs or missiles from our drone. It's uh, oh, it's losing altitude, drifting east toward Naxdale Settlement. Yeah, they've always been a bit twitchy over there. They keep claiming some mysterious beast is looting their stores. I mean, everyone knows it's just rats. Anyway, I'd better check in with Janine, make sure everything's okay. You guys know the drill, keep exercising or relax in the break and I'll be right back.

SAM YAO: Hey, folks! Me again. Couldn't get ahold of Janine. She must be busy steering the drone. Well, I guess we should just get on with our exercises. Uh, the next one is inch worming. According to Janine, it's Runner Thirty-One's favorite, even if he only has enough space to halfway do it in his pantry. Janine says it's the kind of bracing challenge that patience sometimes earns. Right.

So stand up straight, feet hip-width apart, then slowly bend forward, putting your hands on the floor in front of your feet as near as you can get them to your toes. Walk your hands forward, keeping your abs engaged, until your back is completely straight, then reverse it. Walk your arms back to your feet and stand up straight again. And well, just keep doing that over and over again for one minute. Ready? And go.

Hmm. Uh, you've done 15 seconds. Oh, that drone is getting really low. It's banking. Oh my God, it's going down!. Uh... uh, sorry, listeners. Um, yeah, you're halfway done. I'm just a bit distracted here. The drone’s careered right into the middle of Naxdale Settlement. Uh, I'm checking nearby cams. This can't be good. Uh, yeah, 15 seconds left, guys. Looks like the locals in Naxdale are surrounding our crashed drone. They look really agitated. Uh, good job, everyone. That's one minute.

Listen, I'm gonna raise Janine, find out what's happening. You just... hang in there. Janine's been slaving over that thing for weeks. If it's some kind of dud, she'll be devastated. Oh God, I hope Naxdale don't think we're attacking them. Okay, this could be bad, but don't panic. I'm just... just going to put on some relaxing music for you to cool down to while we get this straightened out. Oh boy.

JANINE DE LUCA: Hello, listeners. I apologize for alarming you and Mr. Yao. All is well, I simply chose to focus on implementing my plan before explaining it. Lost time is lost health in this case. The drone was never meant to fight the horde, you see. We lack the ammunition for that. No, the drone is packed with medical supplies. I gutted its weapons systems to make room. I have piloted the drone to our nearby neighbors.

And to those listening from Naxdale, you are entitled to 1/8th of its contents. The drone's landing gear is permanently jammed, hence today's crash. You will use spare parts aboard to repair any landing damage and I will pilot it to the next nearest settlement, where this process will repeat. The drone has enough fuel to deliver to every settlement for miles. You will all get the supplies you need. And if anyone tries to take more than their share, well, the drone has a self-destruct.

We could not beat the horde with one damaged drone, listeners, but sometimes the key to victory is redefining your success conditions. No settlement near Abel will run out of key supplies. That is worth a little lost sleep, I fancy. Alas, we are out of time for today's exercise session. Naxdale, I will be in touch to help prepare the drone.

And everyone else, please do watch the skies. I promise when you need Abel Township, we will be there. That goes doubly for Runner Thirty-One and all the other runners out there in tight spaces. One day soon, we will be coming to rescue you, no matter what it takes, I swear. This is Janine De Luca, signing off for now.

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3 and 17 for the fluffy prompts with prinxiety maybe? I love them too much for my own good lol -King anon from your other blog

hello king anon! i’m still not completely convinced you’re not kat, who loves prinxiety probably more than she loves me, but regardless i hope you like this! i’m sorry it’s been so long since you sent this, i

words: 1455 universe: human au characters: Virgil, Roman; mentions of Patton pairings: romantic prinxiety; mentions of platonic moxiety warnings: kissing, otherwise nothing prompts: “i’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.” and “a fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

“Virgil. Virgil, it’s time to wake up.”

Virgil rolled over, covering his head with a pillow. “Gimme ten more minutes, Patt. It’s the weekend.”

“Who said anything about Patt?” Virgil took the pillow off his head and sat up. Sitting there beside him was no other than Roman, wearing a wide grin.

“Bah! Roman!” Virgil threw his pillow at him, alarmed. “Nobody’s allowed to see me without my eyeshadow!”

Roman caught the pillow easily. “I think you look absolutely lovely without it.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t.” He got out of bed, rubbing his eyes.

Roman pointed at the sweatshirt Virgil had on. “Oh, that’s where my favorite hoodie went!”

Virgil felt his face go red. He’d taken it from Roman’s apartment a few months ago, and had been using it as a pajama shirt ever since. It was comfortable, and it smelled like him. “Sorry…”

“No, it’s fine! You can keep it.”

“But it’s your favorite.”

“I can always get a new one. Besides, it looks good on you.”

“Whatever. Can you let me change, please?”

“Go ahead.”

“I mean alone.”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“Roman, I swear to God.”

“Okay, okay! I’m going! Sheesh, you’re so mean!” Roman pouted, but Virgil just rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Sorry, darling, it’s my job.”

“Just go.”

“Fine.” Roman stood up dramatically, making Virgil snicker, and left the room.

Alone at last, Virgil started getting ready. He slipped out of his pajamas and headed toward his dresser, taking out his favorite t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He grabbed his usual black-and-purple hoodie before heading into his and Patton’s shared bathroom. Falling into his daily routine, Virgil turned on the faucet to heat the water as he ran a comb through his hair. When the water was hot, he doused a washcloth and washed his face, then dried it with the towel that hung on his side. He decided to go for a simple makeup look today, complete with his signature black eyeshadow on the lower lid. Satisfied, he ran his hand through his hair a few times before leaving the bathroom and heading into the kitchen.

Roman was waiting for him there, leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee. He had already poured Virgil his own mug. Upon taking a sip, he saw that Roman had prepared it exactly how he liked it, with the perfect amount of milk and sugar. He sat on the counter next to his boyfriend. “Okay, Princey, this time you’re off the hook.”

“Was I ever on the hook?”

“I’d say breaking into my house while I’m asleep definitely puts you on the hook.”

“Patton gave me the spare key months ago!”

“Yeah, but you at least could have waited until I was awake.”

“I couldn’t wait that long.”

“Why are you even here?”

“I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Of course you are. Why couldn’t you have at least waited for a more reasonable time?” He used the phrase “reasonable time” loosely, as he normally woke up around noon on the weekends.

“Because I missed you, of course.”

“Roman, I saw you yesterday.”

“Yes, but it had been so long since then!”

Virgil shook his head, finishing off his coffee. “My God, you’re such a drama queen.”

“I won’t deny it. Now, may I have my hugs and kisses, please?” He turned to look at Virgil with his best attempt at puppy-dog eyes.

He feigned exasperation. “Okay, fine.”

Roman pumped his fist in victory

“You didn’t need the puppy-dog eyes, though,” Virgil told him. “Patton’s the only one who can make that work.”

“Oh, you love it.”

“Whatever. C’mon, follow me.” He hopped off the counter, put his mug down by the sink, and headed over to the living room, motioning for Roman to follow. As the other came over to him, Virgil pulled a thick blanket from a trunk by the couch. When Roman reached him, he patted the cushion beside him. His boyfriend beamed and sat next to him, cuddling up to him. Virgil grabbed the remote from the arm of the couch before draping the blanket over them. “What do you wanna watch?”

“I think you know my answer.”

“Yeah, I think I do. Just making sure.” He switched the TV to Disney+, and Roman cheered. “Which movie?”

“Princess and the Frog, of course! I know that’s your favorite.”

“My favorite’s Nightmare Before Christmas, dumbass.”

“It isn’t technically a Disney movie. It was originally released by Touchstone Pictures, because Disney didn’t think it’d do well, and they only bought it out once it succeeded. Besides, we aren’t going to watch a Christmas movie in the middle of February.”

“It’s March. Besides, it’s a Halloween movie!”

“No, it isn’t. It has ‘Christmas’ in the name!”

“So?”

“So it’s a Christmas movie!”

“No the Hell it is not!”

“Prove it!”

“Where does Jack Skellington live?”

“Halloweentown, but-”

“There you go.”

“That isn’t nearly enough proof.”

“Oh yeah?” Virgil whipped his phone out of his pocket. “Let’s settle this.” He opened Google and typed the words “is nightmare before christmas a halloween movie”. “Ah-ha!” He began reading off the first result. “‘In 2017, director Selick definitively declared “it's a Halloween movie” during a Q&A at Colorado's Telluride Horror Show film festival, while two years later composer Danny Elfman told USA Today, “It's obviously about Christmas, but for me, it's a Halloween movie.”’ Boom. I win. Who’s the Disney buff now?”

“Fine, I’ll give you that. It still isn’t Disney, though.”

“Neither are Pixar movies.”

“Are we going to keep arguing about this, or are we going to watch Princess and the Frog?”

Virgil laughed, giving a sigh of mock-indignation. Roman had been right before; he did love Princess and the Frog, often claiming it to be where Disney reached its peak. “Fine.” He opened the “search” tab and typed in simply “the princ”. As he’d expected, the movie they’d been looking for was one of the first results. He clicked on it and clicked play, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and pulling the blanket tighter around them.

The two of them hardly let go of one another for the entire movie. They entertained themselves by making commentary poking fun at the plot and characters— all in good fun, of course. During the more stressful and nerve-wracking scenes, Roman distracted him by peppering his face with kisses. In contrast, when the more romantic scenes came on, the two of them held one another close as if their lives depended on it. It was nice, spending time together in a casual setting like this.

The movie soon reached the end. “A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face,” Roman said happily as they watched the montage of Tiana and Naveen build their new lives set to Tiana’s interpretation of “Down In New Orleans”.

“Too bad most fairytales don’t have happy endings, and most of the ones that do were changed to be more suitable for kids.”

Roman gently elbowed him in the ribs. “Oh, don’t ruin this for me.”

“That’s kinda my job. Ruining things, I mean.”

“Oh, don’t be silly.”

“I’m not. That’s your department.”

He gasped in mock-offense. “Excuse you! I am not silly! Dramatic, yes, but never silly.”

“Whatever you say,” Virgil replied, giving him a smirk.

“Oh, you stop that!” Roman took his boyfriend by the front of his shirt and kissed him firmly, softening it when Virgil returned it and moved his hand up to tangle it in the other’s hair. Roman started to move into his lap, only to be shoved off.

Virgil broke the kiss. “Not a chance,” he said, gesturing to his legs. “There’s no way these tiny thighs can handle your weight.”

Roman just shook his head and kissed him again, this time pulling Virgil onto his own lap. “That’s better,” he mumbled into the kiss.

When they finally pulled away, Roman reached for the remote. “Do you want to watch another movie?”

“Only if it’s Nightmare Before Christmas.”

“We already discussed this, My Chemical Romantic Interest. That’s a Halloween movie.”

“My Chemical Romantic Interest?”

“What?”

“That’s the dumbest nickname so far. And anyway, time is a social construct. We don’t have to wait until October to watch a Halloween movie, especially not when it’s the best Halloween movie out of all of them.”

“Hmm... you have a point. Fine, I guess I can’t argue with you. So, are we gonna watch Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“We are.”

“Good answer.” He pulled up the movie and, snuggling close to his boyfriend, watched the movie in a comfortable silence.

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