#there's a sound. and it's the microwave. and im like ah he's microwaving something

[nctsplug02]

Hi! I have a Jen the babysitter request , Can you make something like it's movie night and Mr.jeong is all touchy with Mrs jeong and Jen is really furious about it . please?

[8:19pm]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: sexual touching, jealousy, public sexish

you bring a tin can filled with popsicles sticks that were written with fun activities. “alright— jen, sweetheart, it’s late. stay the night and have family night with us.” you say shaking the tin can lightly.

“family night? but im not family?” she says pushing her tote bag more on her shoulder.

“why, of course, you are, jen! now, cmon. pick a stick and read it for us.” jen chews her bottom lip and slips her shoes back off and then hangs her bag up again.

she walks over and grabs a stick. “movie night.” she reads. “yay! movie night! that’s perfect— i just bought snacks yesterday so this is perfect.” jen sticks the stick back into the can.

“alright. jen, sweetheart. you can pick out a movie for us to watch and i’ll go prepare some snacks.” you push yourself off the couch.

“oh! i’ll come too! i’ll.. just help you.” jaehyun says bouncing off the couch and chasing you to the kitchen. “you almost left me alone with jen!” he whispers in a hushed tone. “oh, be nice, jae.” you sneer with a scoff.

you open a packet of popcorn, plopping it in the microwave and then watching as it popped.

“hmm,” jaehyun sighs, hugging you from behind. “missed you so much. you and.. your sweet taste.. your sweet smell.” he inhales and lets your natural scent explore his nostrils.

“please— you had me earlier with morning, jae.” you shrug him off you and you turn around, bringing your arms around his neck. “and for you think that i could get enough of you.” he squints his eyes while shaking his head.

a laugh is what you gave him. “i know you can never get enough of me. im just.. too irresistible.” you sigh in a dreamy way while shaking your hair back.

your head jerks forward when feeling a tickling sensation coming from your neck. “you know that’s my sweet spot, asshole.” you bump your head into his.

“of course, i do. why wouldn’t i?” he continues nibbling until a hickey is formed. “look at that pretty mark.” he nibbles on his bottom lip when admiring the purple mark on your neck.

he grabs your jaw and yanks your head back down again. “pretty just like you.” he says then presses a firm kiss on your lips.

you and jaehyun are just too into the moment that you guys both jump at the sound of microwave beeping.

“ah, ah.” jaehyun says yanking your waist as you try to pull away. “not without another kiss, gorgeous.” you lean up, coughing up a giggle as you kiss his lips again.

he backs away and allows you to take the popcorn out. you shake it and demand jaehyun to grab a big bowl which he does with a, “yes ma’am.” you open the bag— the smell of butter attacks your nose. you nearly moan from the smell.

after pouring the popcorn in the bowl and tossing the greasy bag out, you instruct jaehyun to make some root beer floats.

“hold on, root beer floats?” he asks once you come back from the living after giving jen the bowl of popcorn. “you don’t know what root beer floats are?” you stare at your husband in shock. “no.. i’ve never even had it.” he slowly hands the ice cream scooper to you.

“babe,” you say with a hint of disbelief. “i’ve been married to you for almost a decade and you’ve never told me that you’ve never had a root beer float.” you rest your hands on your hips, giving him a mom look.

“i’m sorry.” he frowns with a slight pout. “but hey!” he yanks your waist. “you can always teach me how to make it, baby.” you sneer with an eye roll. “i guess i can.” he smacks your ass when seeing you smile.

“okay, first. take some vanilla ice cream.” he nods with a nod. “and then put it in a cup— get me a cup, please.” jaehyun reaches over and opens the dish washer, he then pulls out a cup. “here.” you take the cup and drop the scoop into the cup.

“maybe do two.” he suggests and so you do. you scoop another scoop and you drop it into the cup. “is that good now?” you ask showing him the cup. “very.” he says with satisfaction.

you undo the cap from the root beer bottle. “now, this will make it taste amazing.” you hold the liter up. “after the ice cream scoops, you’ll wanna pour some root beer into the cup. and yes, with the ice cream.” you pour some of the root beer into the cup.

“here, try it.” you say slightly mixing the ice cream and pop together and then handing it to him. “hm, smells.. smells creamy?” you laugh.

jaehyun takes a small sip and smacks his lips together. “okay, that’s actually pretty good.” he says taking another sip. “it really is. now, grab two more cups for me.” jaehyun reaches over the grabs two more cups from the dish washer.

it takes you five minutes to make one for you and jen.

“i finished mine, can i have some of yours—?” jaehyun asks and snorts when seeing your face. “sure, there’s only a little left so you can finish it.” you whisper, waiting for him to take your cup.

“what? why are you laughing?” you cover your face. “you look so, you look so cute!” jen glances at the couple when being distracted. “h—how?” you stutter in confusion.

“hold on, stay still for me.” he reaches to the side and grabs his phone, swiping to the side and snapping a quick picture of you.

he shows you the picture and you gasp. “you’ve got a mustache!” he shuts his phone and lets it drop. you push your top lip up, trying to see it.

“here, baby.” he cups your face and kisses your lips. licking off the cream from your lips. jen glances again when hearing kissing noises.

“fuck.” she mutters under her breath when seeing jaehyuns face.

his kissing face. the grip on your face. oh, how she wished her gripped her face like that and made out with her the way he did with you.

you groan and pull away. “stop, jen’s sitting right there.” you whisper against his lips that we’re still attached to yours. “i don’t care,” he breaths heavily. “just need you.” he bites your lip.

you were finally able to pull the man off after minutes of him groping your breast and attacking your lips.

it was just a few moments later until the man began to start touching your thighs. he rubs your inner-thighs and brushes over your clothed clit multiple times.

“jae,” your voice warning him but he dared.

he pushed your shorts and panties to the side and began to slide his fingers through your wet slit. you grip his wrist with a side-eye.

“stop.” you mouth, nodding your head towards jen that was sat next to you.

“it’s okay.” he mouths back.

your jaw slightly drops when feeling jaehyun push a finger in your hole. you pull the blanket more up to your chest as jaehyun slowly thrusts his fingers.

slowly, jaehyun pulls his fingers out and slowly dips it back in. you let out a breathy moan as his finger repeatedly slides over your clit.

it was his momentum, to tease you.

“mrs jeong?” you gasp and turn to jen. “are you okay? you look sweaty— is it hot?” you softly laugh, breathing picking up. “i’m fine, jen. thanks for asking.” you snap your head back at jaehyun.

your eyes throwing daggers at him.

“i can turn up the AC if you’d—?” you instantly shake your head. “it’s fine, jen. thank you though.” she nods and turns her attention back to the movie.

you lean your head against jaehyuns, digging your teeth into his shoulder. jaehyun slightly hisses when feeling the your teeth pinch together on his shoulder.

jaehyun growls and begins thrusting his fingers deeper. you nearly gasp when feeling him rub your clit. your nails dig into his arm as he curls his fingers.

a whimper releases from your throat which makes you panic. you snap your eyes up towards jaehyun who’s eyes were still on the movie. your eyes followed behind him to see an angry jen. her jaw was definitely clenched and her arms were crossed.

“i’m gonna cum, asshole!” you whisper to jaehyun who then smirks. your eyebrows pinch together as he drops his head onto yours.

your toes curl and your teeth dig more into his shoulder as you cum.

your eyes flutter as he pulls his fingers out. he brings them to his nose and inhales. he glances at you before plopping them into his mouth.

“i.. have to use the restroom.” jen excused herself before running to the bathroom.

“you’re so dead, later.” you scold the man who giggles.

#ash talks #nctsplug02 #anon #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct smut #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun imagines #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jen the babysitter

[khuzena]

Cuisiner avec toi

Chamber x reader

Fluff

"can u make a chamber x fem!reader fluff? :D it can be abt anything ^^ ty!"

@reihuuu

Sure 🤩 he's one of my fave characters anyways

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The storm hasn't stopped yet it seems. It has been raining pretty heavily for hours now and both you and chamber decided to just cuddle under the covers.

"Mon chou are you alright?" He asked as his hold onto you tightened.

"A-ah im fine really."

"You were pretty scared earlier, perhaps you're afraid of the thunder."

As much as you hate to admit it, he was right. Thunderstorms really terrified you especially when it's too loud. But your fears leave your body whenever you're with chamber. Just being around him gives you a sense of security as you hug him tighter.

"I'm going to the kitchen, please wait here mon cherie." He said as he shifted away from the hug and sat up.

"Hmm.. please stay here for a while.. 5 more minutes..."

"No can do, I have a feeling you're a bit hungry now and I am too. Or.. would you like to cook with me there so we can spend time together?"

You left out a small mhm and sat up too as you both made your way to the kitchen. Chamber pulled a chair for you which you sat on and he grabbed some ingredients form the fridge. He swiftly placed the prepared beans and meat from last night and let it sit out for a while.

"So mon cherie, how was your day?" He asked in a soft tone while he was turning on the microwave.

"It was good, too bad it rained really hard and we just took a day off."

"What particularly made your day better? Is it me?" He jokingly questions as he stares into your eyes lovingly

"Mhm, you." you replied while you slumped against the chair. He presses a kiss against your forehead and mutters a quiet 'je t'aime' under his breath then he continues to roasting the meat for the cassoulet.

He did all the cooking including the boiling of all the beans and preparing the meals. As you watch him do his own thing, sometimes when you looked away for a moment, he stares at you for a while and thinks to himself how lucky he is to have someone like you.

After a few minutes the cassoulet was done then he proceeded to prepare the plates.

"You know vincent, you shouldn't be the only one doing the work"

"No it's okay darling. I want to do something sweet for you for once. We barely have enough time to spend time together at the VALORANT protocol."

He quickly put the plate on your desk and got some water for you both. The thunderstorms are getting louder but those sounds don't make you flinch one bit as you don't feel scared because you're with him.

"Say ahh" he said as he fed a spoonful of his cassoulet to you.

The flavor taste wonderful as you chew the beans and meat. It seems like it was made with love, since this cassoulet tasted much better than anyone else's cooking.

He interrupted you're zoning out as he raised your chin and asked,

"Mon cherie, does it taste good?"

"Yes, it really does. Thank you for the meal ehe"

You placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and continued to eat happily. His cheeks flushed and spent the rest of the night talking about random topics and hugging on random areas at the room but you both don't mind.

"As long as I'm with you, mon amour, I'll always be happy and I don't regret spending the day being lazy but close to each other with you" <3

He said before you both closed your eyes and slept.

#valorant fluff #chamber x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant imagines #valorant x reader

[crystalavengerva]

hiii i would like to hear about these ocs you speak of… if you don’t mind!

Omg omg omg okay someone actually asking about them makes me so legitimately happy 😭😭💕 thank you

For context:

Spidernote was a fanfiction I wrote in middle school about live action light turner, Peter Parker, and regular light yagami and Zac Efron going to high school together. I’m not sure why or how it started. It was supposed to be this joke or prank or smth on my friend but idk how???? Lmao. But I grew too starched to the characters and they became near unrecognizable from any source material and I’ve been rotating them in my head for years like a little eternal microwave plate.

(I apologize in advance. Some of this will be told through screenshots because last time I tried to copy and paste my Tumblr crashed 💀)

Leon and Lottie

This relationship is a bit iffy but I believe I still did alright haha.

They look very similar and they’re both very extroverted people.

But I also enjoy the alliteration here, both focus on L.

Saying Lo and Lee together brings to mind the ideas of Nabokov’s Lolita (and his use of ‘master hand’ throughout is something I’d want to mimic, to make the artist intrinsic to the work) (sorry im just ramblinfnffdhdh)

Oh! Their sounds are also mirrors here as well!!! Leon (eee-oh) and Lottie (oh-eee) (although hers is more of an ah/aw)

The main focus though is on the double L, they’re connected. They’re similar.

(Also Charlotte has French origins and Le is the in French so)

Leon and Agnus

Agnus may seem like the odd one out of the bunch here and she very much is. She’s been separated from reality/the rest of the world on and off again the past few years and is very different from others.

But my favorite thing here is this:

Leon means Lion but Agnus means Lamb. Like ISNT THAT SO COOL!!!!!!! I could go into their dynamic and how that relates but aghheheh

Agnus and Lo

Charlotte is actually a diminutive of Charles and means "free man" and "petite"

The focus here is on petite. Lottie is obsessed with her self presentation and her execution of femininity. She feels inadequate as a woman. Agnus is the opposite and has lost her ability to truly care about anything. The idea of being little/small is something that drives Lo a lot in her search to be the perfect woman. Agnus represents pureness and chastity (lamb symbolism as well as name meaning). Anyways i could write a lot here about the two views and performances on/of feminity and actually how el and Leon execute masculinity differently and how that’s a connecting point between them and aghhahhh)

(Info abt Elliot I wrote to myself in the iOS notes app when I was insane:)

ELLIOT RAMBLINGZ

elliot did not grow up in a stable environment. his parents weren't exactly poor but they aren't like rich. he lives with his mom and her brother so his uncle but they weren't super stabel because his father died in military service when he was young. he grew up in a not great neighborhood. part of the military service is like elliot's grandparents were immigrants from china i still have to flesh out stuff. it was about the idea he had to earn his place in the united states...anywayz he has like really messed up views on masculinity because his father died "bravely" in combat and his mother and uncle had really high expectations and he just never was that good at school and his uncle never liked that he was so weak and frail. he didn't have the best constitution. as a kid he'd get sick a lot and not interract with others. he felt like he had to fend for himself a lot growing up and constantly worried about being part of other's lives but could not find stability. he learned to shut himself up. to suck things up. one very kdfjdlskfjsdf okay sorry like words cant rn. there was an extremely formative experience he had when he was younger of going into a convenience store gas station place and was upset and anyways a gunman bust in and he was held up (along with everyone else in the store) and he froze up, he started to cry and he gave his money to the guy ebcause he was so scared. and his uncle was not happy and bad stuff happened sorry this makes me sound so dumb and lame im like "erm i have such ocol charactersz" but theyerelrkelkh

anyeays ermm he was physically abused and traumatized but felt so insecure about not being brave like those around him, not protecting himself. his whole life he was called not a real man, he wasn't brave enough or strong enough. he's seen people hurt people he liked, people he had once liked hurt him. the earth hurt too much. he is like one of those cynical edgy teenage boys who's not exactly an incel but like you know the vobeim talking about? he hates himself. he feels like hes not enough and is constantly suffering under this toxic idea of masculinity and projecting an image of strength despite being scared. but he projects all of this insecurity outward. he can't trust people. he sees any kindness as faking he sees niceness as all for a manipulative reason and he projects it as like violence sometiems like he genuinely ahas thought about killing people but is too much of a "coward" to actually do it. He’s not a great person but he’s caught in this constant spiral.

erm but anywayz its going to utilize a lot of the techniques established by nabokov in lolita and marquez in 100 yrs of solitude. these are the characters, but its kind of like a story about the individual who would write this. interlaced throughout is the idea of writing, the impossibility of what's written. these are characters in a story (not going completely into brecht's Verfremdungseffekt but definitely pulling attention into how the ideas and temperments of an individual influence the work.) how the ideas of story is magic, how storytellers take part in stories and how audiences take part of them. this is actually very similar to some of the topics addressed by ryukishi in the no naku koro ni (wtc) series especially in umineko. and spidernotes like ties into this idea of identity in story...which retroactively its just...really cool....spider (weaving webs, creation, the tangled and complex nature of the self) and notes (stories, ideas, writing) the transfixing of the soul into the written form...like. like all of the characters have a piece of me (me as in the personnae of an author, as in the narrator in a sense, even if me isn't the narrator) i as a creator and fundamentally tied to this. this may seem in contradiction to barthes "le mort d'author" (the death of the author) and his post-structuralist ideas to connect my work so intrinsically with my life, but i disagree. i find lolita, for example, to be an extremely post-modernist work. they are ideas that can be interpreted beyond their logical symbols. the story is not without this ability for interpretation, like that,, it's about inrerpretation and kdjfkdjfh the mutability of peoprkerek. though i do need to look bsck on the ideas of literary theory as posited by the framework fathers of modernism,,cannot remember his name. i believe it was richard. in a sense i wonder if brecht would think in a more modernist perspective rather than postmodernist because the initial language of symbols (as that is what modernims is based on) would be like bsed on the dichotomy of theatre vs life. like the idea of modernism is very interesting, especially, liek the dichotomiy sorry OFF TOPIC OF MY OWN RANT.

Writing them out makes my ideas seem very shallow lmaoo 😭😭😭

But anywhozzley, literally every part of this stuff pretty much has a thematic or character reason for existence. Like their appearances aren’t arbitrary and each choice is deliberate and. I just have thought about them too much and literally any questions about them or this concept or what the story is about I shall cherish forever. So feel free to analyze or critique or comment or ask questions because this made me so happy to have an excuse to talk about them but also obviously you don’t have to. Thank you 😭😭😭😭

(Agnes and Leon. They never have the right hair texture for them it’s so sad. Their hair is more curly😔)

#legit thank you #made my evening to see this ask #thank you so much 😭💖💖💖 #i Hope you like or if you have thoughts please lmk I don’t care what if you think anything about this i wanna hear

[yemilnisu]

INCORRECT HAIKYUU QUOTES FROM BUZZFEED UNSOLVED

nisu entries:

i got this idea from @memekingofwwiii and some of it are theirs 🙇🏻‍♀️ thank you for letting me add it here 😊 it’s a mixture from buzzfeed unsolved supernatural and true crime 👀 i really had fun doing this!

warning: swearing, mentions of death/murder/killing/blood/weed

「part 2」

Tendou: i did have a neighbor who had an overhang of a lime tree, and it was great because i could go pick a little lime.

Ushijima: did you ever think about killing your neighbor?

Tendou: when he didn't give me limes, yeah.

Ushijima: oh, okay; all right.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Matsukawa: this is my bridge now, if you want it back you’re gonna have to kill me.

Oikawa: he did throw someone off the bridge once.

Matsukawa: fuck you, goatman!

Oikawa: Jesus Christ.

Kunimi: *behind the camera snickering as mattsun taunts the goatman much to oikawa’s dismay*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Matsukawa: hey demons, it’s me, ya boi.

Matsukawa: if you want to eat my heart, turn that light on. If you want to eat oikawa’s heart, turn that light on...

Oikawa: don’t drag me into your shit, mattsun.

*torch turns on*

Oikawa: *screams*

Matsukawa: *laughs hysterically as he continues to lie on the pentagram*

Kunimi: *actual wheezing*

Matsukawa: i think this demon’s a wimp.

Oikawa: he’s out of his fucking mind.

Kunimi: *having the time of his life*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Oikawa: every human's capable of murder if you push them enough. i just don't know if this is enough of a push.

Iwaizumi: okay.

Oikawa: it's true!

Iwaizumi: is that so?

Oikawa: yeah.

Oikawa: i bet you you would murder me if I pushed you enough.

Iwaizumi: yeah, probably.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tsukishima: …

Tsukishima: so, you're telling me, at nine years old, you don’t go to church. the first time you cross the threshold into holy ground,

Nishinoya: *makes noise and imitates blood coming out of his nose*

Tsukishima: blood expels from your nostrils?

Nishinoya: yeah, yeah. they ran outta tissues! mopping that up.

Tsukishima: …

Nishinoya: it was wild!

Tsukishima: it sounds wild.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kuroo: i think it was the neighbor. look, i’m a simple man. i see a trail of blood going to someone's house. even if they didn't do it, come on; you're going to jail.

Kenma: i think it might've been a random person.

Kuroo: all right.

Kenma: it just seems too obvious.

Kuroo: okay.

Kenma: there's a paper trail of their feud. why the hell would he be that dumb?

Kuroo: rage, you know? lust, rage. rage just- just building up, bursting out.

Kenma: well, i've never really gotten that angry. i don't really have that capacity.

Kuroo: it's building. it's building inside you. everyone sees it; we all see it.

Kenma: that's great. oh man, i can't wait for krakatoa then.

Kuroo: *shuddering* oh- oh- i shudder.

Kenma: hope no one's in the way 😺

Kuroo: …

Kuroo: scary.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Daichi: he allegedly chased his mother with an axe when he was 19.

Asahi: not great.

Daichi: (wheeze) no? not off- off to a bad start?

Asahi: no good. i’ve never done that. you didn’t do that did you?

Daichi: no! i didn't- what- is there anything to suggest that I would chase my mom with an axe?

Asahi: (inhales) not outright i feel like if you peel the layers back.

Daichi: you think if you peel the layers back from this onion, you'll see something you don’t want to see?

Asahi: yeah. i think you wear a mask sometimes 😅

Daichi: mm-hmm i think you should keep digging and maybe see what happens 🙂

Asahi: uh no i'm good 🧍🏻‍♂️

Daichi: *staring at asahi*

Asahi: 👁👄👁💧

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Osamu: my takeaway is people from chicago are weird.

Atsumu: the- this does not represent chicago. this is people and go "ey! chicago tylenol murders"

Osamu: (laugh) home with the beam, the cubs and the chicago tylenol murders and of course our nation's greatest tragedy, miya atsumu.

Atsumu: that- that's not me.

Osamu: i read it somewhere 🤷🏻

Atsumu: no, you didn’t, you probably wrote it.

Osamu: yeah.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Suna: i’d love to be an heiress.

Kita: (snickers)

Suna: i know she’s probably gonna disappear or something.

Kita: so you wanna be a trust fund baby?

Suna: i’d like someone to give me a lot of money for doing nothing. but i want-

Kita: and then you wanna disappear?

Suna: yes. i want to get a lot of money and then vanish from the face of the earth.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Ennoshita: her family believed that when she left at 11:30 am, she had as much as $30 in her purse, which in today’s dollars would be more than $750.

Nishinoya: holy moly!

Tanaka: that’s a lot of quiche—

Nishinoya: yeah.

Tanaka: that’s a lot of quiche.

Nishinoya: thirty bucks going that far in 1910.

Tanaka: i don’t even have $750 in my bank account.

Nishinoya: i’ve never had $750 in my pocket! i rarely have had $30 in my pocket.

Ennoshita: well i don’t really carry cash anymore-

Nishinoya & Tanaka: who does!?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Yaku: stop number one, mothman statue.

Lev: it looks very ornate.

Yaku: *shocked that lev knows that word*

Yaku: you’ll be able to stare at it eye to eye.

Lev: what’s that supposed to mean?

Yaku: it means you’re eight feet tall, it’s a tall joke. get it?

Lev: 🧍🏼

Yaku: 🤦🏼‍♂️

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Akaashi: any... any thought in that so far?

Bokuto: (fart sound) nope. what year is it, ‘66?

Akaashi: ‘66.

Bokuto: few teens out there probably smoking a few funny cigarettes.

Akaashi: you could say weed. it’s 2018.

Bokuto: ...some grass.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kageyama: so my guess is the couples were somewhere around here, maybe on that road over there.

Hinata: yeah.

Kageyama: and i'm not sure of the exact location but this is where they saw him stumbling around.

Hinata: they just… saw him kinda shambling?

Kageyama: yeah.

Hinata: big shambling man. kinda *shuffling his body*

Kageyama: i- i don’t know, maybe he was just taking a walk, i mean, what's it to you?

Hinata: why would you take a walk if you had wings?

Kageyama: he's a fucking creature, he can do what he wants.

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Kuroo: but all im saying is that what you need to gather from this is that he has an effect on people's psyche.

Lev: this mothman's a complicated character.

Kuroo: what does he sound like? what does he sound like?

Lev: he sound like the blood bird.

Kuroo: …

Lev: flappy spookster.

Kuroo: …

Kuroo: that's- come on.

Kuroo: *glances over to lev's notes*

Lev: the winged wretch. did i already say that?

Kuroo: this just says fright terror.

Kuroo: *throws away the notes*

Lev: you know, just call him batman, why is that hard? 😩

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

(howling)

Goshiki: what the fuck.

Shirabu: well those are coyotes… or dogs. Or a large pack of something.

Goshiki: holy shit.

Shirabu: just some coyotes.

Goshiki: are you not fucking alarmed right now?

Shirabu: are you scared? (laugh)

Goshiki: dude wait- this goes beyond belief, that was a pack of, whatever the fuck that was.

Shirabu: it was coyotes!

Goshiki: is that our cue to leave? i think maybe. we've been out here for quite a bit.

Shirabu: yeah, i don’t know if were gonna find anything tonight.

Goshiki: i don’t wanna be in the mouth of some coyote later, that's not how i want the picture wrap on old tsutomu to be.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Atsumu: air force one? they filmed air force one here?

Atsumu: air force one actually, now that i think of it, remember the reason they hijacked the plane is to release for the-

Sakusa: i’m gonna go ahead and cut you off right there 'cause i don’t give a shit.

Sakusa: we’re gonna move over here.

Atsumu: …okay.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kai: four people in a cell, that's a lot

Kuroo: i mean, you put any normal people in a room that's too small. like if you’re in a dorm in college, if you hate your roommate…

Kai: it's tough business

Kuroo: listening to music too loud when i'm trying to study

Kai: hwfrrrrr…

Kuroo: cookin' uhh… top ramen in the microwave when i'm trying to sleep

Kai: you got some axes to grind?

Kuroo: no.

Kai: oh

Kuroo: fuck you, daishou.

Kai: daishou?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

(distant thud)

Yamamoto: what the fuck?

Kenma: :3

Yamamoto: is all i have to say to that.

Kenma: they didn’t like the thumb talk.

Yamamoto: you didn't like the thumb talk? was it too much thumb talk? i thought we went about two minutes long on the-

(distant thud)

Kenma: they don’t like the thumb talk.

Yamamoto: *looking around in shock*

Kenma: *stopping himself from laughing*

Yamamoto: uhhhh… holy fuck. holy fuck, holy fuck. if you’re one of the people that had that thumb thing to happen to you, that sucks. what was it like?

Kenma: what do you think you're gonna get right now? 😑

Yamamoto: i feel like we should go see what that is, to be honest.

Kenma: *shakes his head*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tsukishima: we’re walking over to the source of the disturbance.

Hinata: hello? (sigh) i’m gonna lose my mind. so, it did that twice within the span of 10 seconds but nothing else?

Tsukishima: but, we can confirm that it did sound like this right? *slams the cabinet door*

Hinata: yeah.

Tsukishima: that was the sound.

Hinata: do you think the wind’s gonna do that twice?

Tsukishima: *blows on the cabinet door*

Tsukishima: not moving 🙄

Hinata: well, shit.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sugawara: oh there it is. it’s that. *pointing to where the sound was coming from*

Asahi: what?

Sugawara: there’s a logical explanation for you.

Asahi: ah! okay, there it is. well, there you go, there you go.

Sugawara: but, if we hadn’t seen that...

Asahi: if we hadn’t seen that we would be fooled 😅

Sugawara: no, we wouldn’t have been fooled. you would have been telling me for months.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

*inside the prisoners of ohio state penitentiary*

Kageyama: this is fucking terrible.

Tsukishima: it’s the opportunity of a lifetime to be here.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tendou: i’m separating from the group.

Semi: it’s the ideal time to kill him.

Tendou: yeah i mean, if i were gonna die in camera it would be a pretty noble thing.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Osamu: I don’t understand what’s wrong with atsumu sometimes.

Atsumu: what was that?

Osamu: i didn’t say anything.

Atsumu: you sure you didn’t say anything, ‘samu?

Osamu: now go back and set ‘em off to make sure they work.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sakusa: *inhales*

Atsumu: *inhales*

Sakusa: you need to back up from me. i can feel your air intake. it’s like a gross nasal jet, i don’t know.

Atsumu: *takes a step towards sakusa*

Sakusa: uh no *takes a step backwards*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Futakuchi: latch yourself onto my soul, come back to hollywood with me, and destroy the lives of all my friends and coworkers.

Koganegawa: a little hard to follow, but i like where you’re going.

Futakuchi: kogane’s family has a little-

Koganegawa: ey! ey! do-! do-! don’t!

Futakuchi: -dog named mickey.

Koganegawa:*trying to stop futakuchi*

Futakuchi: real good. you wanted me to give it my all. i’m throwing stuff on the table.

Koganegawa: insults, not personal information. you’re giving him a dossier on my life!

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Dear wendy, im sorry for being a whore but 👁👄👁 … I kinda want a smut where reader is a milf a mom of geto’s friend… a lot sexual tension would be great 😳

YES AND — my mind instantly said “hey this is how that will play out” and LOW KEY I’ve been waiting for this moment because I, too, am I whore.

Milk and Cookies: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.9k

Tw: NSFW (Lactation kink, unprotected sex)

The chimes and tinkles of the doorbell make you look up from the dirty dishes in the sink, and you pad over to the wooden door, peeking through the peephole.

Your son's friend, Geto Suguru, stands in the entryway, holding a bag as he pushes his hair back over his shoulder, and you instantly open the door for him. God, if he was as old as you, you'd have him snatched up and pinned to a bed. "Hello, Suguru! Just so you know, Kai won't be back for another hour or so. He and his grandfather were caught in traffic on the way back from fishing," you tell the man, and he smiles at you brightly. Your legs want to go weak, but you keep your composure and smile back at the twenty-two-year-old.

"No worries, Mrs. L/n. I'll just wait here until they get back. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," you reassure him and walk past the door to let him in. "The baby is with his grandma, so make yourself comfortable in the living room. Let me know if you want anything to eat." Geto nods at you, then opens the bag he brought.

"I brought some cookies that my mother made for you. She said after having a baby, these really help with your... uh... hormones, I think." You examine the offering when he passes it to you, and take one out of the little box. The oats and dark chocolate pieces melt in your mouth, and you hum in delight.

"These are delicious, Suguru. Tell your mother I said thank you. Did you help her make these?" The grown man shuffles about for a second, then admits his involvement. "You're incredibly sweet," you mention, and a blush creeps up his neck. "You both did a very good job." He looks up at you, dumbfounded, then smirks.

"Wasn't too hard to follow directions. Plus, I love baking. Would love to help you bake sometimes if you'll let me."

"Just let me know when and what you want to bake," you reassure him and he nods, taking a seat on the couch.

When you finish the cookie, you turn back to the dishes and begin to wash them as the TV flicks on in the living room. You're lost in thought about the kindness of Suguru and his mother when you feel the sharp stabbing sensation of a knife poke you in your hand.

"Ah!" When you bring your hand out of the water, you see that the knife sliced the palm of your hand a little, red blood forming along the cut.

"Mrs. L/n, I'll help." Suguru appears out of nowhere and reaches above the microwave to grab the first aid kit from a cabinet. While he does that, you run the palm under water, hissing as it stings but then drying it on a paper towel. Suguru takes a bandaid and places it over your cut hand, then wraps gauze over it. "You should be more careful," he chastises, and you hum in response. "Would hate to see a pretty hand like yours get infected. I'll finish the dishes for you; just sit on the couch and relax." You begin to protest, but Suguru silences you with a five to your lips, pulls you toward the living room, and sits you on a recliner before he leaves to go finish the dishes.

The TV is tuned to HGTV, and you watch Chip and Joanna renovate homes while the man finishes, glancing over at him every so often to see if he's having any trouble. But he looks as studious as ever, hair dangling over his shoulder as he finishes his task. Well, your task, actually.

When Suguru's done, he joins you in the living room, sitting in the closest seat to your recliner. "Tell me about your weekend," he begins, his black eyes staring at your face. You eye your velour tracksuit with disdain, noting that you hadn't even had a chance to get out since the baby was born a month ago and the father had been absent for much longer than that.

"Oh, just cleaning and making the house neat. You?"

"That's all you've done? What about getting a babysitter to watch Kaneda while you go out and have some fun?"

"Um..." How could you explain to the man that you don't have any friends to go out with? "Well, that would be nice."

"I'll ask my friend Shoko if she'll come by. She loves kids." He pulls out his phone and begins to type out a message, then focuses back on you when he's done. "Any news from Mr. L/n?"

"No," you answer quickly. "He's sent his monthly allowance for me and Kai, but that's it."

"Has he seen Kaneda at all?"

"No." Geto lapses into silence, eyes looking down at the carpet.

"I normally don't speak on matters that don't concern me, but fuck him," he mutters, and you look up in shock. "If I had a wife like you, I'd take you out, show you off, make you happy, and keep you satisfied. I'd never--" Suguru clenches his jaw when you touch his hand, a small smile on your face.

"You're too kind. Things between Mr. L/n and I have been rough, but I'm sure he'll come around soon."

Suguru shakes his head, then shifts out of your grip. "I would treat you better," he murmurs, then looks over at you. You swear the flutter in your chest isn't from any feelings and just because of his pity. But when he gets up and cradles your face like a lover would, you break. Tears fall from your eyes rapidly, and he brushes them away with the pads of his thumbs, cooing at you like you're a child.

"You deserve better. Say it."

"I..." But do you? You heard rumors about Kai's mom and how she was abandoned in the same way. Was this your fate, too?

"Say it. Maybe then you'll believe it."

"I deserve... better."

"Good girl." The fluttering feeling returns and your lips part as you inhale sharply. "Now, will you let me give you something better?" You nod immediately, feeling something pool between your legs. When you realize it's heat, you're shocked, but Suguru leans in to kiss you, smoothing the shock away.

"Suguru," you murmur. "We shouldn't--"

"How long has it been since your husband touched you?" You fumble for the time, knowing it hadn't been for over eight months.

"Um... that's--"

"A long time, hmm?" Suguru's eyes roam over your figure. "Then let me satisfy you, just once. If you don't like it, we can stop and I'll never touch you again, I promise."

"Suguru, I--"

"What harm will it do? If you like it, I'll make sure I come by often enough to have you seeing stars once a week. We'll never speak of it again if you don't want to do it anymore."

The deal is a good one, you think. "Well, maybe just this once."

"That's all I need." He unzips your jacket and frees your swollen breasts, rubbing them tenderly and kissing each one with a peck. "First things first, you need some relief from all of this build-up." When he latches his mouth onto your right nipple, you moan loud enough to overshadow the sound of the TV, and you feel milk flowing from your breasts rapidly. Suguru hums, drinking from you greedily, a small river of milk flowing from the corner of his mouth. You feel a tingling sensation, then exhale deeply, closing your eyes as he massages the other breast slowly.

"Oh, that feels good," you whisper and he unlatches from your right breast to your left one, fitting himself onto the nipple perfectly. You hiss in pain for a few seconds until his tongue swirls over the nipple easily. A sudden realization that this is wrong washes over you, but Suguru is tightly latched onto the bud, suckling eagerly. "Suguru..." you whisper, and he opens his eyes, but doesn't stop. "Suguru, this is wrong. You're my stepson's best friend and I--"

"This isn't about him. This is about you," he mutters, swallowing the last bit of milk before he removes his shirt. "Besides, you taste so delicious. I'm sure the rest of you tastes even better." As he removes your track pants, you bite your lip, wanting this so desperately. He spreads your legs and dips a finger into you, stroking your insides gently. "Oh, you're ready."

"Please fuck me," you whisper. "Just do it." Suguru removes his pants and palms himself, his cock rock-hard and standing at attention. The red tip is already dripping with pre-cum, ready for you to take in. He pants a little, lifting you off the recliner and moving you to the couch, where he lays you on the comfortable fabric before parting your legs again.

He runs the tip up and down your slit before sliding into you, his tip caressing long-neglected parts of you. "Su," you whine, and he kisses your cheek.

"Tell me if it hurts, baby." You clutch onto him as he pushes into you again, digging your nails into his back and moaning. "You're so damn tight."

"Feels so good..." You feel the sensation of being stretched to the brim, and wonder where in the hell Sugurus been all of your life. When he picks up his speed, he clutches onto your asscheeks and shifts you up so your knees are touching your chest. As he holds them against your breasts, they begin to leak and stain the fabric beneath them. You gasp and pant wantonly, hoping the sounds out spur him to go faster, go deeper; maybe if you allowed him to--

"Turn over for me." You obey, and he slides two fingers between your pussy lips, bending down to whisper in your ear. "Gonna make you cum in a minute. God, I've waited for this pussy for so long," he moans. "Such a good girl; waiting for months to get fucked. So patient." You whimper, and he removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock head. He slides into you again, and you exclaim, bucking your hips up to meet his. "Such a beautiful pussy, too," he grunts, smacking your ass with a heavy hand.

Then Suguru begins pounding into you wildly, rocking you back and forth on the couch without restraint. You hiss before you feel the familiar build-up of an orgasm, and call Geto's name out before you begin to shake, losing all sense of time and place.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me," Suguru breathes. "You're doing amazing."

"Oh my god," you gasp, cunt clenching around his dick. "I can't--" Another orgasm builds on top of the one you already experienced, and you grip onto the fabric tightly, shaking as you cum again. "S-Suguru, I--"

"Fuck," he whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum too. Where do you want it?"

"Wherever," you pant, and he instantly lets himself go inside of you, groaning loudly.

"God, Mrs. L/n, that was amazing," he whispers, chest heaving up and down. "What'd you think?" When he realizes that he has to remove your hands from the fabric, he chuckles. "You liked it." You nod, feeling his cum leaking out of you. "Let me clean you up, sweetheart." You expect him to go to the bathroom and search for a washcloth, but he pulls your hips up and back, so your knees are on the carpet.

It's only then that he begins to lick you clean, slurping up his cum and your juices. When he's done licking you clean, he pats your ass and you turn over, eyeing the man cautiously.

"I'll come over next week if you want me to. I'll make sure you're satisfied for the rest of your life."

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[mp100fanworkstranslation]

Better than when you found it -Part 2-

Part 1 Here

-The Second Day: Saturday- 

Ekubo: Yawwwwn~~What are we doing today?

Reigen brushing teeth: There’s a DVD rental kiosk around the corner. Wanna check it out? 

Mob: Yes I’m here

Reigen: Wait, Mob what? (btw you have foam on your face.)

Mob: Weren’t you asking me where I was?

Reigen: No?

Serizawa pops out: Did someone say movie?!

Mob thinks: I keep hearing someone calling my name.

One unspecified adult: What movies are we getting?

Another unspecified adult: Lets go take a look at what they have.

--20 Minutes Later--

Unspecified Adult: Alright! What do we have? 

(It’s not specified who is speaking here, but based on the speech form it’s either Reigen or Ekubo, not Serizawa)

Ekubo reads: The Hunger Games?

Someone else: We’ll that’s....

Mob: I’ve heard of it before.

Ekubo: Yeah?

Mob: Master told me about it. -He holds up a clothes hanger-

Mob puts the clothes hanger on his head: Yeah! Hunger Games!

Ekubo: Um....

Reigen: NO NO, That’s not it.

(Can someone explain this reference to me? I’ve never seen the Hunger games. I have no idea what this is about.)

Somebody: Whatever. Lets try it. 

There is a loud scream from the TV. Serizawa is startled into dropping his tea tray. Ekubo covers Mob’s eyes. 

Reigen is pissed: WHO PICKED THIS VIOLENT FILM?! Take care of Mob!

Mob peeling Ekubo’s hands off his face: Um... I’m fine with it. I just.....I just feel like something is wrong. 

(He’s actually referring to the presence of the spirit in the apartment. He’s been talking about it since the first panel. The adults are having too much fun they forgot.)

Reigen: You.....You’re not likeing this violence are you?  hmmmmmm

Reigen: Okay Mob! Listen up! I’m gonna teach you the right way to approach media like movies and TV.

You gotta put yourself in the shoes of the protagonist.

(I LOVE THE WAY THIS PANEL IS DRAWN. The framing of the panel is encouraging and mentorly, like a coach telling his player to go out there and do his best, ........except it’s Reigen...teaching Mob to watch movies.... He’s 14, I’m sure he’s seen movies before.)

Reigen puts his hand on Mob’s shoulder: You think you can do it? 

Mob: um....

Reigen: Try it out! I guarantee you’ll get a different experience out of it.

Mob is watching intently while all three adults look bored. The room is filled with fighting sounds.

Mob: That looks like it hurts.

Reigen looks over at Mob and fails to notice the rustling behind him. 

Reigen’s Phone Rings: Crap I forgot

Mob: Is it a client?

Reigen: Yeah

Reigen: I’m just going to go on my own, it’ll be quick.

Ekubo: Are you gonna be okay on your own?

Reigen: Yeah it’s fine, It’s just an in-office consultation. I’ll be back at around noon.

Mob: Okay, see you later

Reigen: yep

Ekubo: So.... what are we gonna do?

Serizawa: Ummmmm

(I like how Ekubo hangs out on top of Mobs head, the way he does all the time as a spirit.)

Serizawa gets an idea looking at the microwave: How about we cook while waiting for Reigen to return?

Mob: That’s a good idea, he’d be hungry when he comes back Mob thinks: I don’t know how to cook though. 

Ekubo rolls up sleeves: Lets do it! It’s not like we’re busy. I’ll show you my signature dish!

Serizawa: Ekubo-kun...

Ekubo: Alright lets divide up  the work.

Mob: Okay

Serizawa: ah! Yes!

They start cooking. Mob cuts himself chopping vegetables.

Serizawa: Ah! You’re bleeding!  Mob: Ow ow... Ekubo: You cut yourself AGAIN?!

They’re almost done.  Mob: Im hungry Ekubo making fried rice. Should we make something more than just this? Serizawa: Ah, we can add a salad!

It’s 12:42

Reigen Returns: Ugh this place is so far from the office. I’m starving.

He’s jiggling the key in the lock: lock is acting up again. 

Huh?

(This is a callback to the beginning when he was working the lock, he told everyone to do things in pairs to avoid being possessed. He forgot and went off on his own.) Reigen gets possessed

The door clatters and he enters the apartment. 

Mob: ah! Master! Welcome back!

Mob: Master?

Reigen: What have you guys busied yourself with? 

Ekubo: Um.... what?

Serizawa: We made lunch

Mob: eh? ehhh?

Reigen:THIS is what you’ve decided to whittle away the last few hours on?

(This is so hard to translate, but it’s what I love about translating. His word choice here is saying that 1. they acted without permission. 2. they did something that wasted time, and resources and was ultimately unnecessary. 3. they’re screwing around like children.)

Reigen: No one asked you to do this. Why you did is beyond me. 

Others: ?!

Reigen: I put a lot of effort into planning what foods to bring and what the meal plans were going to be.

(Reigen doesn’t normally have light colored eyes. That’s a nice touch.)

Ekubo is looking at Mob

Mob: I....Im sorry

Ekubo remembers how eager mob wanted to cook for Reigen, how he cut him self trying. 

Serizawa: Mr. Reigen, this is very unlike you. Is something wrong?

Ekubo to Reigen:  I don’t like your tone.

Serizawa: Ekubo-kun!*

Ekubo: Look, I’m not sure what’s gotten into you but.......

Reigen: Hmm?

(*This wasn’t made all that clear in the manga, but Serizawa is ALWAYS very deferential around Reigen. He’s never direct with him, meekly suggests things rather than outright stating them. He doesn’t treat their relationship as that of equals, he’s the subordinate and he expresses this in the language he uses and the tone he takes. As opposed to Ekubo who is direct and not afraid to confront Reigen. Ekubo’s pronouns, word choice and tone expresses the belief that he is an equal if not better than the people around him.

Which is why Serizawa is shocked that Ekubo is so direct. Like, How could he just outright say “I dont like your tone” TO Reigen?)

Reigen: got something to say? 

Ekubo: ....how dare you? What gives you the right?

Serizawa: ....?

Reigen: What gives YOU the right? It’s not YOUR body. It’s not like I asked you to possess this man. You did that yourself. 

Serizawa notices that there’s something on Reigen: Ekubo-kun w...wait!

Ekubo: Bastard, if you don’t stop running your mouth....

Reigen smiles: Hmmm? Are you not an evil spirit? You REALLY think you live a normal human life again? 

(I love that panel with Reigen’s silent open-mouthed smile, he knows he’s won.  He’s gonna pull the trigger now.)

Ekubo: ..... I see 

Mob: Eku~ Ekubo: I understand now. -He walks out and closes the door being him-

Mob stands at the door: Ekubo?

Serizawa: Ekubo-kun

(AAAHHH I LOVE HOW YOU DON’T SEE EKUBO’S EXPRESSION IN THE FIRST PANEL THERE)

Reigen: Enough.... he’s so much trouble.

Mob is still at the door:..... Ekubo

Mob: When we were cooking, he said....

Ekubo: He’s considerate in a way.... For an evil spirit like me, he treats me no different than anyone else around him.... that’s something. 

Mob: Eventhough Ekubo is an evil spirit, and a dangerously powerful one at that,... he’s an uncharacteristically a good person.

Mob opens the door and runs outside after him. 

TO BE CONTINUED

I like this part SO GODDAMN MUCH. Reigen is really good at reading people and knowing what to say. He can use his words to get people to feel how he wants them to, and the idea of him getting possessed and unleashing his ability on other people to destroy them is so goddamn cool. 

You’ve heard of Empaths. They are people that easily understand the emotions of others. But in psychology, there’s a lesser known personality type called a “Dark Empath” that can understand peoples feelings well but is also a sociopath that has no problems hurting other people.

Dark Empaths use their understanding of other people to hurt, defraud and other take advantage of others. These are people that convince others to commit suicide or charm people out of their life savings etc.

I wish there was more Dark Empath! Reigen fics. This is something I’ve not seen in Fanfiction, in fact, this comic is the only place I’ve seen it. It’s such an interesting concept. Like, if there were fics that cast him as a villan, then it’s perfectly in-character and logical for him to be a Dark Empath.

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HAPPY 3K!!! your writing brings me sm joy(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و♡

may i have shinsou and cooking?

SHINSOU HITOSHI + COOKING

He can’t cook, Shinsou Hitoshi is well aware of this fact. He’s pretty decent with microwavable meals and basic things like that, but he’s always been the type of guy to order take out and call it a day. Cooking was an unnecessary skill in his mind. 

Until Y/N L/N that is.

They insisted that nothing was better than a home cooked meal, and seeing as Shinsou was an up and coming Pro Hero, he should learn to take care of himself and his body. Ah yes, the importance of healthy eating.

Shinsou didn’t share the same sentiment, but he did happen to be completely and utterly in love with Y/N so... he elected to indulge them. Which is how he ended up here. A ‘kiss the chef’ apron on, purple hair tied up in an albeit messy ponytail, and a brow raised as he looked to Y/N.

“So, what will we be making?” He asks, attempting to look over Y/N’s shoulder at the recipe they’d pulled up on their phone, though Y/N quickly shields their phone from his gaze, a grin on their face as they swat him away gently. 

Humming lowly, Y/N looks up from their phone to meet his eyes, “salad maybe?” The boy’s eyes narrow, lips pressing together to form a line. Gauging his reaction, Y/N raises a brow, “is that not good enough for you?”

A breathy laugh escapes Shinsou as he shakes his head slowly, “I’ll make anything, but salad doesn’t sound very fun.” And Shinsou liked to think he could make a salad easily, though he hadn’t before. 

“Looking for a challenge, are you?” Y/N asks, eyes drifting back down toward their phone as they continued to scroll, “maybe pasta? Pasta is always fun.”

Nodding slowly, Shinsou’s eyes drift towards one of his cabinets, “I think I have pasta actually.” He’d definitely made pasta in the past, had it ended well? No. Was that a problem, a little bit. But he could figure it out. 

“Pasta from scratch.” Y/N corrects, the grin on their face growing as they watched Shinsou’s face drop, realization hitting him.

With a sigh, he looks back to them, “should’ve known you weren’t going easy on me. But pasta isn’t very healthy so maybe—”

“Salad?” There’s an amused look on Y/N’s face as they ask, looking to Shinsou expectantly. 

He nods, and Y/N laughs as they lean in closer to him and say, “I thought so.”

Shinsou quickly decides that Y/N will be the death of him as his cheeks flush, directing his gaze towards the ceiling, “right.” He mumbles out, drawing yet another laugh from Y/N. 

He also decides that this would definitely be worth it, seeing as the sudden idea of cooking an actually decent meal for Y/N was in fact, appealing. Especially as an idea of a potential first date. That he should probably ask them about soon. 

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Okay fine ill post the story i wrote abt my found family. @vanillawaiver @killza-minecraft @ari-is-lonely @jackstanifold @157-bees @remy-roth

im sorry i used the wrong pronouns 4 u karmen but i submitted this for an english assignment and my teacher probably wouldnt accept the right pronouns

The microwave burst into flames as the light bulb exploded. CJ flinched back hard, staring at the flames. She was pulled out of her stupar by a hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing, CJ?!” Karmen asked, grabbing the fire extinguisher.

“Ah, nothing. Sorry, I zoned out.” She responded, calmly.

The storm let out a loud BANG. Karmen had started to clean up the mess. CJ decided to go find her brother. She entered the living room, it looked old. All the furniture was victorian style. Marv sat on the dark green couch, right by the fireplace. He was reading a book she couldn't quite read the title of. The fireplace was big, and beautiful. It was engraved with stories told in pictures. The main one was the story of Theseus.

The story of Theseus is about a man who slays a beast, and then gets banished. A king, Lycomedes, takes him in. This is where the story has different endings. Theseus either falls off a cliff, or is pushed by Lycomedes.

CJ had been pulled out of her thoughts by another BANG from the storm.

The storm was louder than before, some might find it scary. That ‘some’ just happened to be Phil. He jumped at least a foot into the air at the next sound of thunder, before calming down and going back to the book he was reading, it was about Greek Mythology.

CJ distantly wondered where her brother Tommy was.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, Wilbur was wandering the halls. He couldn't find it in himself to settle down in one place. He glanced out the window, the storm looked like it would just be getting worse. Guess he was stuck inside. He should go find Ari and Bee. That would entertain him.

Bee was alone in their room. They were scrolling through their phone, when they decided to go find someone else in the house. Bee got off their bed and walked out the door. The hallway was dingy, and clearly water damaged. The carpet was a dark red with some gold details. They started down the hall. After just a few steps they could feel someone watching them. they suddenly felt a hand on their shoulder. They felt the cold metal of a knife at their throat. They let out one last scream before everything went dark.

There was a scream from the second floor. Everyone rushed to find the noise. What they saw terrified them. It was the dead body of Bee. They had been stabbed in the throat. Marv screamed. Everyone was crying. The death was clearly not an accident.

“Oh my god, someone here is a murderer!” Phil exclaimed.

Everyone looked at each other suspiciously

“Well it can't be CJ. She's so nice” Tommy spoke

“What if it was Wilbur? He was alone!” Marv shouted

“So were you!”

What if another person gets killed? The storm was raging, and people were blaming Wilbur. He was upset. Bee was his best friend. Everyone agreed to return to their rooms for the night and hope for the best. The phones aren't working anyways, the internet had gone out and there was no service in the area their airbnb was in. Wilbur decided to entertain himself with the bad mobile game he downloaded that was full of ads unless there was no internet.

Wilbur’s room was one of the smaller ones, consisting of just a bed, desk, and wardrobe. The bedsheets were a medium blue, and were queen size even though the bed was only a twin. He had set his bag on the dark spruce desk. The floor was a lighter oak wood color.

Wilbur heard a knock at his door. He didn't know who it could be, everyone was scared of him because they think he killed Bee.

“Who is it?”

Another knock, this time in a melodic pattern.

“Alright, fine i'm coming.”

Wilbur opened the door and froze. In Front of him was the killer, holding a bloody knife. He felt like he was going to puke at the sight of his friend’s blood. The murderer gave him a wicked grin. They covered his mouth as they stabbed him, making sure no one could hear the scream. Wilbur’s room was a bit aways from the closet inhabited room.

Wilbur’s body was found the next morning. No one felt safe around the others. It was only Karmen, CJ, Tommy, Marv, and Ari left, so it was easy to avoid each other in this big house.

Karmen was currently making themself toast. The toaster went off with a ding. Karmen put their toast on a plate, and spread butter on it. They then entered the living room to eat in front of the fire.

They heard footsteps from behind them. They turned just in time to get a glance at the killer, before being shoved into the fire. They screamed as they were burned. Soon the house was filled with the smell of burning flesh, the killer was nowhere to be seen.

Later around 11pm, the remaining people decided to stay together. They were in one of the bigger bedrooms, it had two beds, its own bathroom, and lots of floor space. The room’s color theme was green and yellow. Then the power went out. Tommy had taken out a flashlight and turned it on.

“I always keep it on me in old places, just in case.”

Marv felt like something was off. CJ was nowhere to be seen.

He had gotten stabbed, so had Ari. CJ had a sick grin on her face, Tommy had a neutral look on his. That was the last thing he saw.

CJ and Tommy proceeded to walk to the main staircase, not speaking a word. CJ started to walk towards her room.

“CJ, wait. I have something to tell you.”

CJ approached him, “What is it Tommy?”

She was going to say more when she felt herself get shoved over the railings, falling straight from the third floor to the first. There she laid, bleeding out in the middle of the beautiful entry way. Tommy then left the airbnb.

Thomas closed the book, “And that was the last they saw of Tommy, some say he still might be killing, without his sister. Others think he settled down with a family. I guess we will never know.”

#roman writes shit #murder tw #ask to tag #long post

[katewaliss]

! write with me or fight with me!

you either die by my sword or the most painful head canons imaginable! *merida vc* choose yer fate

just kidding!

 hey there gaymers, i am crissy! i am 22, live in pst, go by she/her pronouns and honestly would very much like a distraction from life -- preferably in the form of 1x1 and rp in general. i am currently doing online school plus trying/failing at adulting, being a crazy pink haired college student living on microwave dimsum with my crazy fluffy demon cat, but that still leaves me with a lot of time and what better way to spend that time then crying and dying, am i right, boys? 

so without further ado ( adieu? idk gusundheit ) here are a list of discomboblulated plot things that have been floating around in my head that i might be fun to do ( plot fragments, ideas, ocs, fcs i like, settings, genres etc )! i’d prefer a message if u liked any of these in the inbox or dm form, my tumblr ims are open and my discord user is mr. worldwide#2918 ( pitbull supremacy ) but if ur shy i will message u and be annoying! 

lastly: i prefer hcing in the dms to replies, however i will do replies/ask memes slowly, i don’t really like making blogs and prefer google docs/discord and i ask ( gently and respectfully ) that minors do not interact.

thank u and happy hunger games! xx

COLLEGE TOTALLY SPIES -- i was really obsessed with this picture right here and i thought that the picture would be a good premise for a little four person group based on totally spies. i was thinking that these three college students/young adults some friends maybe not some enemies or just on completely different ends of the social agenda get bonded together when they accidentally end up roped in a top secret spy organization that is fronted by a record store. the details and flesh of the plot i think would be cute to figure out all together maybe in a google doc or a big discord so we can make the rp to perfect world building specifications. right now i have two spots open! 

my friend lexi over at comradc has taken the cool goth asian girl and is using lyrica okano

i am playing the freckly backwards hat lesbian in the red polo named aj mccallis and i think im using diana silvers ( not sure might switch to tati rodriguez )

we also have the cute blond girl w the dyed hair who is giving me kind of like sydney sweeney energies, blonde girl maybe like lalisa manoban/jinsoul,

and we have the rad black girl with the bandids who i would only accept black fcs for for such as diamond white, ryan destiny, salem mitchell, 

i’d prefer if this stayed kind of sapphic and female and enby friendly. we can def make make npcs and characters but i’d prefer if the characters looked like they do in the picture ( minus the white girls who can be racebent as long as there are vibes ) mostly bc i want the poc people to stay the correct poc! but yeah! if u like this message me specifically!!!!! seperately and hit me w a role ud like maybe an fc an idea anything < 3 im working on a google doc and discord sever

- i really want to play a himbo skater boy evan mock like its my dream i know nothing abt him other than he probably goes by something like mouth or juice or tris or dex or dante but !!!! he has buzzed hair he buzzes designs into, does stick n pokes, hates cops, will kiss anyone, likes to mosh at house shows, smokes a lot and sounds like crush from finding nemo, probably ur parents worst nightmare if im honest rodrick heffley energy -- adopt him for any plot

- i also really am obsessed with simay barlas who is my mascot rn -- i want to play her in some sort of dark academia setting with like gossip girl blair waldorf energies lu from elite and have her be really mean and cold and pretentious and play the cello and probably have secrets and be uptight idk the name mallory is resonating hard w me ( we could even do a gossip girl the secret history type group if people liked that ) 

-ok i also really really want to play streak aka silas montgomery who is like very like sidekick best friend to the golden boy main character, does a kick ass goat impression, class clown, relentlessly hits on like the most difficult person in school, does crazy things for laughs and attention, just wants to make people happy, only wears hawaiian shirts, finger guns, is going nowhere in life, his dad is probably the dean at whatever prestigious school also he is very very depressed and drinks often! love u! a I Feel Like Im The Worst So I Always Act Like Im The Best electra heart baby PINTEREST

also yes his hair is pink reg verse he did it on a dare but hp verse he did a potion wrong and it never came out

SOMEONE DO A LADY HANNIBAL WILL GRAHAM RP KILLING EVE RP W ME! i made this will graham adjacent gal for a genderbent hannigram rp her name is bisexual disaster enida johnson and sometimes goes by needy or will bc her middle name is willamena! has basically all the will things wears flannels is a mess but has a bunch of cats instead of dogs in her woods log cabin and im using crystal reed bc it fits perfect in my head idk if u like her hmu hit me w a lady hannibal PINTEREST

other stuff

ok i really want to do a princess and knight plot but with knight zendaya and princess anya taylor joy ???? ALKHALKSHALK LITERALLY HELLO literally modern or like dnd style i do not care but know i love dnd! we could make it like them goin on some skyrim quests like hi

speaking of dnd and skyrim if anyone wants to do like anything based in dnd stuff or skyrim stuff i am DOWN

jennifers body plot!!!! maybe set in college!!!!! sounds spicy i will do a f/f or m/m version leggo leggo 

UNTIL DAWN UNTIL DAWN!!!! i wanted to do a little like 6 person or mumu until dawn thing where everyone either makes new characters or characters based on the existing six! i made a girl adjacent josh character named riley PINTEREST who i love very much ( fc might change im thinking maybe medallion rahimi ) pls hmu if ur down

i looooooove breakfast at tiffanys!!!! like i really love breakfast at tiffanys we love a call girl broody author ship and i want to play a mishti rahman holly golightly type character so so bad 

pygmalion plot!!! basically like an author and the main character of their book comes to life and the book character is probably from a different period of time or realm so doesnt know how to do modern 2020 stuff like microwaves and the tv! and then maybe they get sucked into the characters book world thats written by the author and have to navigate that! enchanted! w the kdrama! energy!

GOSSIP GIRL PLOT ENERGIES

any sort of the secret history murder society until dawn ahs horror type setting i am on a kick rn 

i still really want a deaf sailor and siren plot bc that is so spicy or even like anything involving sirens like maybe one thats like vegetarian and doesnt like to eat humans so it ariel rescues one and keeps it safe!! or like only men are susceptible to the sirens song but aha! i am a woman! Romance!

anything in the realm of percy jackson i love mythology lets go i kind of want a echo narcisuss plot and i want it to hurt me so bad 

i will do harry potter stuff but only if its completely removed from the current canon like years in the future no existing families also maybe beauxbatons salem and drumstrang plots bc thats what matters

iiiiiiiii really like anime so i will do anything kakegurui, soul eater, ohshc

i kind of like grew up on the hunger games so i will gladly take any hunger games plots like young effie and haymitch is spicy or like a career tribute and one of the weaker poorer distracts enemies to lovers leggo

i have a kind of oc that had their parents die in a factory gas leak that was the governments fault and it turned them into a vigilante assasin that is slowly picking off bootlicker government people one by one pretending to be one of them until bam! gets attached to the rich asshole son or daughter of the head hauncho or one of the higher ups ... drama

rich little celebrity fussy wussy being held captive by the mafia and the tired stoic mafia guard but they fall in love 

i kind of like any plot that involves one person that is really loud or angry or dramatic or whiny and the other one is kind of sweet and gentle or does not talk much idk make brain happy 

speaking of!

no nonsense law student studying abroad in a european country and an artist there falls in love w them and is all romantic and gush and is like ur my muse!!! and they are like Go awAy and they explore the city together and themelseves its nice!

i want to be an avan jogia super villain idk why i need to but i do 

not to be a disney adult bc i am not but anastasia princesses dont kiss kitchen boys 

rival cheer captians? best friends brother? pop princess celebrity singer and like antiestablishment really angry rockstar in a publicity relationship? broody detective and sunshiney diner person that works at the diner they eat at everyday?

idk i will think of more hmu these can all be made f/f or m/m if they arent 

#1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #plots #this is so long and messy and weird idk it repeats a lot hit me up im emabrrassed already

[euphoriara]

10,000 hours

genre: fluffy fluff

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2,581

warning: none

10,000 hours getting to know you, 10,000 hours with you, and 10,000 hours more.

a/n: inspired by jungkook’s cover that he posted this morning and then deleted. i dont know i just wanted to write something after reading the lyrics. im pretty happy with how this turns out (for now) despite writing it while my head is a whole mess skdfokgkdl anyway, i hope you enjoy!

Do you love the rain? Does it make you dance

The gentle patter of the rain lulls you to sleep, eyes weighing heavily until you can't keep them on the screen any longer. The cold air embraces you into their hold, soothing your heart until the movie is left forgotten.

Suddenly, the phone on your bedside rings, ringtone cutting through the quiet room until it's all you can hear.

Sleepily, you pick it up without looking at the screen, muttering a tiny "Hello?" to whoever it is at the other side of the line.

You hear the smile in his voice when he speaks, gentle voice caressing your ears, "Hey, did I wake you?"

You shake your head, "No, it's okay. I wasn't asleep." You roll to your back with the phone clutch to your ear, staring at the white ceiling on top of you. "You sure? You sound drowsy," melodious chuckle greets your ear.

"M'sure."

He hums quietly and you close your eyes, "It's raining." Now it's time for you to chuckle, with sleepy eyes you smile, "Yea, it sure is."

You hear him rustling from the other side of the phone. You imagine he's also laying down like you, staring at the rainy city outside. "Do you like rain?"

"I do. I love rain," pausing, you turn your head to stare at the sky, "It's my favorite weather, actually." "Really? Why?"

"I don't know. It's just," you stay silent for a while and he waits patiently. "Calming, soothing." He hums in agreement, and lets you speak. "When it rains, my heart just feels lighter, I like looking at the sky when it rains. The sky is blue but when it rains it's grey. It's like, even the sunny, bright blue sky can be gloomy, dark grey once in a while."

"And that's okay," he finishes for you. You nod, despite him not being able to see you. "And that's okay," you repeat back to him.

"Do you ever feel like dancing in the rain?" He asks to which you purse your lips, thinking of an answer. "No, not really. But," you trail off. I'll dance in the rain if it's with you.

"But?" He inquires, "Ah no, nothing. Maybe? I don't know I never really thought of it." Another hum.

The two of you exchange questions for the rest of the night. Until the moonlight shines through your window, highlighting the smile pulling on your cheeks.

What's your favorite song, does it make you smile? Do you think of me?

You close the book in front of you, sighing in frustration at the amount of materials you still need to cover. From across you, he looks up, tilting his head to the side. "Are you okay?"

You cross your arms on the table and rest your head on it. "Yeah I'm fine, there's just a lot of materials," you mumble into your arms.

You feel a hand at the back of your head, gently tapping it in encouragement. "You should take a break, I know you've been studying for hours now." You nod into your arms, closing your eyes in hopes of getting back your strength to power through the rest of the books you have with you.

It's quiet for a few moments, until "Do you want to listen to some songs?" You roll your head to the side to look at him, smiling gently at his blushing face. "Songs you've covered?"

He stutters for a while and your heart clenches, you are so i- "I mean if you want to listen to those, I can let you listen to them." You nod and straighten yourself, accepting the earbuds he offered to you. He clicks play on his phone and you close your eyes to listen to him.

For the next few minutes you can only hear his beautiful, melodious voice, emotions spilling into the words. With each song, your heart grows softer.

It throbs with every song, tears almost escaping your lids a few times. But you keep your eyes closed, commiting his voice into your memory for you to remember later.

When the songs are all done, you take off the buds and give it back to him, movement slowed by longing to hear more of his singing. "Thank you." He smiles at you, cheeks red, "No problem."

You see him shift in his seat, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Um, what did you think?"

You try to contain the grin but fail, brightly smiling at him in response. "I love it, your voice is amazing and beautiful." He shyly looks up at you, a small, timid "Really?" out of his mouth. You nod back at him, hands fiddling with your pencil case.

"Then, what's your favorite song? So I can sing it for you." For the thousandth time this day, your heart clenches, full and warm for the boy with kind, doe eyes in front of you. You take the time to think of the answer. "Never not by Lauv." It makes me think of you.

He nods determinedly to himself, "I'll cover the song for you." Gentle smile pulls the corner of your lips, fond eyes staring back at him. "Thank you."

Feeling better after hearing his singing, you go back to studying. The two of you sit in the quiet library until closing time, exchanging hushed whispers and helping one another with each problem you encountered.

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin'?

The wind gently blows the leaves of the tree, rustling the open book next to you. You feel someone sit next to you but you keep your eyes close, savoring the warmth of the sun.

"What are you doing?" comes a question from next to you. "I'm taking a break. I just finished all of my exams."

A small chuckle and a few rustling, "Oh I thought you were asleep." You smile to yourself, "I'm sunbathing." "Like a cat?"

This time you laugh, "Yes, like a cat." You feel him shift, laying down next to you on the soft grass. "How are you feeling?"

Humming, you smile "I'm feeling better now that the exams are over. Whole week it felt like there's a cloud hanging over my head, you know. Now I feel like the weather right now. Warm sun, clouds dispelled."

"There's still clouds," he teases. "I wouldn't know, my eyes are closed." He laughs, and as cliche at it sounds, it's music to your ears. You want to hear him laugh more often, you want to be the cause of the joyous sound more often.

The two of you bathe in the sunlight together, enjoying the breeze in silence. You think you can fall asleep like this, with his safe presence next to you.

"What are you thinking?" breaks the quiet atmosphere, muttered sleepily from beside you. You feel his stare at the side of your face, "Not much really, just how I can fall asleep like this. Under the sun, with the wind and soft grass." Next to you.

He hums in answer. You can feel him hesitating to ask a question but he restrains himself. You don't know what he wanted to ask you, but you hope he knows he can ask you anything.

The two of you bask in the sunlight for a while longer. Until the sun gets too hot for you to be laying on the ground. He offers to go to the ice cream shop nearby, to which you agree. Spending the rest of the day chatting away together with two cones of ice cream.

Everything, I wanna know it all

You always love getting text messages from him, whether it's in the morning or at night. In the middle of the day or at the crack of dawn.

Sometimes he asks you the most random of questions, sometimes he shares a picture of a cat. Sometimes he asks you about yourself, sometimes he shares a funny meme he found. Sometimes he asks about your day, sometimes he shares about himself. That one in particular, you liked the most.

No matter what text he sent you, you're always happy to receive it. You love talking to him, and find yourself smiling at your phone often, like a fool. But you don't mind.

Like the other night, when he texted you at 11 to play 20 questions. You thought it was a weird game to play, but his questions had been fun. Not too personal that it'd make you uncomfortable but they're not too light to be passed as an ice breaker either.

You spend the night getting to know him more. About his favorite game, his fear of microwaves, his love of banana milk, and his desire to get tattoos. You found out about his dog, about his best friends, and about his favorite sport.

And he spends the night getting to know you more. About your favorite book, your fear of bridges, your love of coffee float, and your desire to get more ear piercings. He found out about your cat, about your best friends, and about your favorite movie genre.

You want to know about him, all that he's willing to share with you.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more 

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours

You sit next to him on the bench, handing him a small carton of cold orange juice and a grape juice for yourself. "How long has it been since we know each other now?" You ask as you sip your juice.

He pauses, squinting his eyes in thought. "I'm not sure the exact number but we've been dating for a year and 52 days."

"I think we've known each other for a little over a year too, before dating?"

"Has it really been that long? Feels like it's just yesterday I played 20 questions with you in the middle of the night." He chuckles, eyes and nose scrunching up in delight at the memory.

You laugh along with him, resting your weight and your head on his shoulder. "That's true. You know, at first I thought it was weird, why you wanted to play that game. Thankfully you didn't ask any weird questions."

He hums, "I just wanted to get to know you more. I figured it was a good way of achieving that goal." Your hair bounces as you nod along, head rubbing his shoulder like a cat.

"I want to know about you, all that you're willing to share with me." He puts down his carton and takes one of your hands between his.

You smile, and stare at the lake in front of you. Beautiful, vast blue water soothing your eyes. You bring his hands up, kissing his knuckles and mouthing "Me too," to his skin.

The two of you bask in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company without having to fill the quiet air. Listening to the water and birds chirping, and looking at the sunset casting an orange pink glow on the sky.

You finish your juice, handing the carton to him when he offers to throw it out for you. He wraps his arms around your shoulder when he sits back down, pulling you closer to him. You hear him start to hum, and recognize it as your favorite song. One you told him a year ago.

You close your eyes and listen to his melodies, arms wrapped around his waist and face buried on his neck. You feel the vibration of his hum, and feel the weight on your shoulder lifts.

He's your safe space. He's your home.

And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try 

If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life I'm gonna love you

He huffs as he places the last of the boxes down, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. He looks around the apartment in satisfaction, all of the boxes had been piled up neatly into a corner and all the important belongings had been taken out.

He hears you in the kitchen, unpacking the cutlery and decides to join you. When he sees you in the kitchen, he pauses, leaning against the doorframe. He watches as you sing a song to yourself, dancing around the kitchen to place the things in their right spots.

He can't help but break out into a grin, fond eyes following every movement. He distantly recognizes the song, a song you've mentioned in passing. He thinks it's called 10,000 hours. He'd look it up later.

You turn around when you're done placing everything, surprised at his presence at the door. "How long have you been standing there?"

He smiles and makes his way to you, "Just now."

You wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He stares at you for a while, a smile still plastered on his face.

You stare back at him, smiling and without realizing the two of you are dancing together. Swaying side to side in each other's arms. He rests his chin on the side of your head, but not before placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

"Did you know that I love you?" He mutters to your hair, swaying you left and right and humming a song for you. "What about you? Did you know that I love you?" is your response.

He didn't know he could smile any brighter but apparently he can, "I love you." You place your head on his chest, "I love you too."

The two of you continue to dance in the kitchen of your new apartment, his singing as the background music.

He's glad he met you all those years ago, he's glad he asked for your number all those years ago.

He's glad you opened the door for him to your heart, he's glad you let him get to know you more.

He's glad you let him love you, he's glad you let him have a piece of your heart.

He pulls away from your embrace, slotting lips between yours in an effort to convey his love. He kisses you like it's the first time, he kisses you like he's trying to memorize you, despite having mapped you out long ago.

He cradles your waist gently, and sighes into your mouth. He starts singing when he parts from you, the song from all those years ago.

"For as long as I live and as long as I love, I will never not think about you," He hums and you smile. "I will never not think about you. From the moment I loved, I knew you were the one, And no matter what I do," He hugs you close to him, "I will never not think about you."

"Did you know why this was my favorite song?" Your voice is muffled by his voice, arms wrapped around his waist. He shakes his head no. "It's because it reminded me of you, my love."

He didn't think he could love you more than he did, but here he is, heart almost bursting at the edges with love.

He sucks in a breath and mutters to your hair, "I love you, so, so much." Here in the space now you called your own, the two of you bask in warmth.

#btsghostie #bts scenarios #bts drabble #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts au #jungkook scenarios #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #dear koo #writings

[viennazu]

Listening to Songs With My Brain!!

Ep. 1: Micheal In The Bathroom

I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall

THE PARTY'S HOT HOT HOT ITS TIME FOR BIG FUN BIG FUN-

THIS IS MODERN FEMINISM TALKIN-

WHO'S READY FOR MY HALLOWEEN PARTY-

Wait what was I doing? Oh yeah, sad gays

I could stay right here or disappear

No one derves to be forgotten~ No one derves to fade awayyyyy

And nobody'd even notice at all

Wow this music is cool

I'm a creeper in a bathroom 'cause my buddy kinda left me alone

Oof same, I feel you, Michael.

But I'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardly

Or pretend to check a text on my phone

NOW YOU CAN DO BOTH!!! AT THE SAME TIME!!!

Everything felt fine

When I was half of a pair

Oop here come the breakup memories. FUCK U K YOU IGNORED ME *angry growling*

And through no fault of mine

There's no other half there

Yo what if I could fly?

Now I'm just

Michael in the bathroom

MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCEEEEE

Michael in the bathroom at a party

Forget how long its been

Must be the weed at the party

I'm just Michael in the bathroom

Michael in the bathroom at a party

No, you can't come in

Watch someone come in and be like AAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'm waiting it out 'til it's time to leave

If you've done that and you know it clap your hands *clap clap*

And picking at grout as I softly grieve

What the fuck is grout

*looks it up*

OOOOH THE HOME DEPOT WEBSITE

P R I S M

LOAD YOU STUPID TAB

Grout- Wikipedia

OH SO ITS THE STUFF BETWEEN THE TILES

*clicks on Glue*

L o o k i t ' s t h e h i s t o r y o f g l u e

I'm just

Michael who you don't know

Yo this is a good meme opportunity

Michael Mell or smth Idk never seen him

Michael flying solo

WHAT IF I COULD FLY

Michael in the bathroom by himself

All by himself

Nuuuu Michael don't worry I got you bestie

I am hiding,

Constantly

But he's out there

Just ignoring all our history

Memories get erased

Okay but what if the SQUIP made Jeremy forget some of his memories with Michael and that's why he didn't feel bad about leaving him and he never knew about the memory erasure and that's why he doesn't realize Michael is hurt. Additionally, if the SQUIP can see, hear, and control everything that Jeremy does then why did he not just made Jeremy forget Rich mentioned Mountain Dew Red in The Play? What if the SQUIP wanted to be killed? What if he realized how much harm he was doing and he just wanted to erase everything?

And I'll get replaced

With a newer cooler version of me

Okay but like, Jeremy's an asshole. Honestly Michael is one of the coolest guys in the entire thing. I'd say the least cool person is Chloe. Michael has all of these things he likes and is very passionate about and Chloe's entire personality is quite literally "Hot Girl." Honestly get your shit together, Jeremy. Michael deserved much much better.

And I hear a drunk girl

Singing along to Whitney through the door

*screeches* I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY

"I wanna dance with somebody!"

And my feelings sink

Cause it makes me think

Now there's no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore

Why tf were you making fun of drunk girls in the first place, FOR GOD'S SAKE MICHAEL

Now it's just

Michael in the bathroom

Michael in the bathroom at a party

*arm motion thingy*

I half regret the beers

Michael in the bathroom

Michael in the bathroom at a party

As I choke back the tears

Not the only thing you'll be choking on

WHY THE FUCK DID I THINK THAT NOPE ABORT ABORT UNDO UNDO- You can't undo who you are

I'll wait as long as I need

'Til my face is dry

Or I'll just blame it on weed

IM CALLING THE POLICE *microwave sounds*

Or something in my eye

Like your eyeballs???????

I'm just Michael

And I'm just Azu

Who you don't know

Michael flyin' solo

Michael in the bathroom by himself

Knock, knock, knock, knock

They're gonna start to shout soon

Fuckfuckfuck

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Ah hell yeah I'll be out soon

I'm not crying you are

Knock, knock, knock, knock

It sucks he left me here alone

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Here in this teenage battlezone

LEAVE HIM ALONEEEE

Clang, clang, clang, clang

I feel the pressure blowing up

AND WHEN THE HIGH SCHOOL GYM GOES BOOM WITH EVERYONE INSIDE *duck sounds*

Bang, bang, bang, bang

WE'LL PLANT THIS RUBBLE ON THEIR TOMB EXPLAINING WHY THEY DIED

My big mistake was showing up

Honestly

Splash, splash, splash, splash

SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH

I throw some water in my face

And I am in a better place

Throwing water in your face is actually one of the best ways to relax. I do it a lot during volleyball cause I often get random body dysmorphia or insecurities so yeah! Instead of drinking water consider....THROWING water

I go to open up the door

But I can't hear knocking

Anymore

Let's think about that one fic we read where ALEXANDER FUCKING HAMILTON knocked on the door

And I can't help but yearn

For a different time

What's better the future or the past? Or maybe the present but I just can't appreciate it because I'm too caught up in thinking about what will go wrong and I can't concentrate on what's going right....

And then I look in the mirror

Uhhh...don't do that

And the present is clear

*imagines legit fucking gift*

And there's no denying

I'm just

MICHAEL IN THE BATHROOM

... at a party

Is there a sadder sight

Yes, many

Mmmmmmmmm

Michael in the bathroom at a party

This is a heinous night

*looks up definition of heinous*

I wish I stayed at home instead

OOOHH HERE IT COMES

Watching cable porn

HERE IT COMES HERE IT COMES

Or wish I offed myself instead

Wish I was never born

*screeches* OR WISHED I OFFED MYSELF INSTEAD WISH I WAS NEVER BORN

I'm just Michael

Who's a loner

So he must be a stoner

Rides a PT Cruiser

Google Search: PT Cruiser

Google Search: PT Cruiser colors

Google Search: cool vanilla

Google Search: cool vanilla hair

Google Search: cool vanilla hair dye

God, he's such a loser

No ur not bby

Michael flying solo

Who you think that you know

Michael in the bathroom by himself

All by himself

All by himself

Awww the music is going down

When all you know about me

Is my name

Yes, Michael Mell

Awesome party

I'm so glad I came

Ik Michael, ik

Oh boy that was long oof

#be more chill #bmc #be more chill musical #michael mell #jeremy heere #long post #extra long post #that took a lot of time #musicals #bmc squip

[sneakyseventeen]

Monday’s Tears❧Pt.3

Member: Jeonghan x fem! reader

Genre: fluff (and teasing from gyu lol)

Word Count: 1k+

✿ summary: - You and Jeonghan talk and mess around, before getting your assignment done. After doing so, you two watch a movie and spill some accidental words...

part 1 |  part 2

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“…Now how did that happen when you’ve got my umbrella?”

Jeonghan stared at you intensely. You felt like a child being reprimanded by her parents. 

"I... It didn’t look too bad when I left.” 

Jeonghan’s shoulders dropped as he laughed. “Ah, I’m teasing. Get in before it gets worse.”

His apartment was nearly the same as yours, but lacked loud shrieks and giggles coming from the room to the right. There was a small table in front of a comfortable looking pale yellow couch, on the table a box of pizza that smelled wonderful, next to it a cluster of papers and pens.

“I ordered pizza, I don’t know if you’ve eaten yet, but help yoursel--.” 

“Oh, I will.”

Another man, one much taller than the both of you, walked out from the room on the right, smiling at Jeonghan. He turned his head suddenly, looking wide eyed at you.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

Mingyu was in your English class, he was one of the only ‘friends’, you seemed to have on campus. You two didn’t know each other that well, but you had partnered up with him for class assignments and talked a bit outside of English, never realizing who his roommate was.

“She’s doing a paper for Japanese with me.”

Mingyu’s eyes flickered between you two, he then smirked, picking up a piece of pizza. 

“Well, I’ll let you two get started then… bye, Y/n.” He turned and walked to his room, glancing over his shoulder as you made eye contact. Jeonghan had walked to the couch as Mingyu raised his eyebrows towards you, knowingly. You rolled your eyes as he giggled and closed his door, leaving you and Jeonghan alone. 

The two of you ate and talked about nothing in particular, getting more familiar with each other. You enjoyed his presence, laughing and conversing with one another as the night went on. The T.V. before you buzzed with quiet words you couldn’t even hear, too focused on your conversation. Jeonghan suddenly flashed his eyes to the clock above it, as if waking up from a dream.

“Oh, it’s already eight,” he said dully.

You stared up at the clock to see for yourself, before giggling softly. Jeonghan smiled and sat up with a sigh, bringing the near empty cardboard box to the kitchen. You rummaged through your bag for your Japanese book and papers, as well as a pencil. Jeonghan returned holding two cups of water, handing you one and drinking from the other, sitting down on the floor next to you. 

“So,” you started, “how do you wanna start this thing?” 

“Hm...” Jeonghan bit his lip, squinting his eyes and staring into space. 

“I can do this part if you're okay with doing the second,” he said, leaning towards you and pointing to parts of the paper in his hand. 

“Alright, sounds good.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence while getting to work. Jeonghan would tap your shoulder every now and then before asking a question, and too often look up from his paper at you.

You sat on the comfortable yellow couch in it’s corner, focused on the words flying from your pencil as you wrote. Jeonghan stood up, tilted his head at you, and handed his paper. You took it kindly as you read it over, making sure it’s parts matched yours. You clicked your pen dramatically as you set the papers down in front of you. Jeonghan sat next to you on the couch, smiling at you with tired eyes. 

“We’re finally doneee…” he said, yawning. 

“Finally?” We were assigned this a while ago and got it finished in like 2 hours.”

He laughed, scooting slightly closer to you, pulling the blanket hanging over the couch’s back around the both of you. 

You glanced at him questioningly, as if asking, what are you doing? with your eyes. He seemed to pick up on your gaze, asking, “Do you want to stay a little longer and watch a movie or something? To celebrate our procrastination success?”

You smiled before nodding your head, Jeonghan getting the remote as you two talked about the type of movie you would watch. You decided on some horror movie from the 90′s and watched it like it was a cinematic masterpiece. 

Jeonghan, as well as you, would scream or jump at certain parts, before being shoved or shushed by the other. In the middle of the film, the two of you started getting hungry and chose to make some popcorn. Jeonghan threw it to you from inside his small cupboard, and you set it in the microwave. 

“I like how you decorate,” you said, the words slipping out of your mouth. 

The small main area was clean and simple, with off white walls and a light colored wooden floor. Your apartment looked similar, of course, but this one had character, and life to it. The yellow couch matched with the yellow dish towels and potted plants around the kitchen, as if inviting you inside.

“Mingyu likes to cook… he wanted a nice color to match the… what did he call it? Ah, the aura, or something.” 

“I like it. It’s cute.”

Your mind had to be playing tricks on you at that point late into the night, for you thought, for one small moment that you heard him whisper, “Like you.” But it could not have happened. It was too fairly said to be real, and you had been up for nearly 19 hours now. No. He couldn't have…

The sound of the microwaves timer beeped, and you looked up again to see Jeonghan pouring it in a bowl. His cheeks were pink and he could not seem to look directly at you. No, there was no way…

He coughed, and walked back to the couch. You followed, sitting just as close to him as you were before, eating popcorn at near midnight, exhausted…

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are you guys excited for the next part!? what happened at the end hmmm... jk im evil i already have the next part as a draft and it will come soon LMAOO

anyways hope u enjoyed! 

- madi  ❀

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[sick-in-luv]

Yandere!Alien (Atlas) Pt1

A/n:Got this idea and just had to write it👽

Warnings⚠️: gore?

'So this is what they meant when they said humans are made of stars' Altas thought,scoffing as his hands dug deeper into the open chest cavity of the man laying in front of him. The smell of iron was heavy in the air as blood pooled around them,staining the overalls Atlas had taken from him

"ꉓꂦꎭꍟ ꂦꈤ! ꀤ ꀭꀎꌗ꓄ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ...ꍏꃅ ꃅꍏ!" The man was still alive,his quick breaths coming out gargled as blood gathered in his mouth. Atlas moved his hand up into the man's throat, his fingers wrapping around his larynx.

He pressed his pointed nail into the soft tissue,a glowing green liquid flowing into the mans veins,spreading across his face and neck. Atlas sighed as he watched the man squirm,his strength slowly fading.

"ᖘ꒒ꍟꍏꌗꍟ ꌗ꓄ꂦᖘ ꎭꂦᐯꀤꈤꁅ ꃅꀎꎭꍏꈤ. ꀤ ꂦꈤ꒒ꌩ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꍏꀘꍟ ꀤꈤ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꒒ꍏꈤꁅꀎꍏꁅꍟ ꍏꈤꀸ ꌗᖘꍟꍏꀘꀤꈤꁅ ᖘꍏ꓄ꍟꋪꈤꌗ. ꅏꂦꈤ'꓄ ꌃꍟ ꒒ꂦꈤꁅ." True to his word,Atlas moved his hand out of the man only a few seconds later,a satisfied smile on his face.

"There! Ain't that much better?" He said gleefully,testing out his new voice,the slight southern drawl making him pause. "Weird,not what i expected it would sound like after i heard you scream."

Atlas shook his head " well I guess it doesn't matter. Now,lets close you up shall we?" He smiled,moving to stand up and walk back to his landing area to find the tool he needed.

He froze however when he heard a click,followed by something cold and hard pressing against the back of his head.

"M-make one move and I'll blow y-yer goddam brains out!" Atlas sighed and stood up,hearing the person behind him gasp and stumble backwards, falling over and dropping his gun in the process.

Atlas turned around and looked down at the terrified man,blinking in surprise as he saw the striking resemblance between him and the other man who was barely clinging to life behind him.

"D-demon" Atlas heard the man mumble as he picked up his shotgun,pointing it at the 7ft tall blood coved figure in front of him. "Y-you killed my brother"

Atlas frowned,trying to find the right words to tell the man that his brother wasn't dead. He moved forward only to stop when he heard a loud bang,followed by a seering pain in his side as the man pulled the trigger.

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You always loved coming to visit your uncle. His small cabin in the woods was so peaceful,a huge change from the city life that you were used to.

There was nothing but farmlands and forests for miles, so apart from the occasional sound of an animal,it was quiet.

You were alone in the cabin. Your uncle left earlier to go to work,leaving you to do what you wanted until he came back.

Of course, there wasn't much to do,so you opted for sitting in front of the old box tv in the livingroom,eating microwave pizza and trying to solve crossword puzzles

It wasn't much,but it kept you entertained. The TV was only on for backround noise,but occasionally something interesting caught your eye,like when the news broadcaster started talking about a foreign object entering orbit.

It didn't hold your attention for long though,because soon after she said that the signal cut out,leaving nothing but static on the tv. You sighed but didn't bother to try and fix it, only shrugging before going back to your puzzle.

About half an hour and 3 puzzles later you decided to go to bed,seeing as your primary source of entertainment was down and you already finished the last slice of pizza.

After a short shower,you threw on a oversized t shirt and went to brush your teeth,moving sluggishly through your suitcase to find your toothbrush.

After finally finding it along with your mouthwash and hairbrush,you moved back to the bathroom. You desperately tried to keep your eyes open as you moved the toothbrush through your mouth,nearly falling asleep at the sink before a loud bang sounded out outside.

You let out a short scream,your toothbrush slipping through your fingers as you jumped. You scrambled to try and catch it only to loose your footing and fall over backwards,hitting your head on the side of the tub.

You sat there for a second,toes curling in pain as your hands shot up to where your head was throbbing.

The pain subsided after a few seconds,and you cursed your neighbors for thinking it was okay to start shooting at this hour of the night,slowly standing up and making your way back to your room.

"Stupid Clive and his stupid guns. It's 2 am for god sakes. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind when i see him again that no good little-" you stopped abruptly as you heard something shuffling outside.

"Whaaaatt the fuck" you whispered to yourself,slowly moving towards the front of the cabin to peek out the window. You grabbed a phone on the way,getting ready to call your uncle if it was something serious.

Pulling back the plaid curtain,you scanned the dimly lit porch,holding your breath in anticipation.

Once you were certain that there was nothing there,you let out a relieved sigh,moving to close the curtain and finally go to bed,when a very large blood covered hand slammed against the window.

You let out a scream,your knees going weak, once again sending you towards the ground. You grabbed the phone,filled with adrenaline as you started dialing your uncles number until-

"H-help. Puh-please! I-I need help" you paused putting the phone down and listening. You heard a pained groan followed by a weird chittering noise.

You slowly got onto your knees,peeking out the window,passed the bloody handprint,to see a person laying on the wooden porch,covered in blood.

"Oh shit!" You ran towards the door,not even hesitating as you threw it open,rushing towards the person.

"Oh shit oh fuck a-are you okay? Oh damnit! come on lets get you inside." The man groaned and sat up slowly,and you had to keep yourself from gasping at not only his height,but also the mess of unnaturall, almost glowing neon green hair on his head,almost completely covering his eyes.

"Holy shit." You heard the man let out a pained chuckle "wow your teaching me all sorts of new words"

You raised your eyebrow,wanting to ask him what he meant when he let out another groan. "Ah,lets get you to the bathroom yeah? We got a first aid kit in there i think." You quickly stood up,throwing his large arm over your shoulders and trying to help him up. He must've noticed your struggle, because he let out another chuckle and supported more of his own weight, only occasionally leaning on you as you led him to the bathroom.

It was only when you saw him under the florescent light when you noticed that his skin had a strange greenish hue to it,and he was wearing clothes that didn't really seem to fit him properly. You paid no mind to it as you helped him sit down on the toilet,frantically scrambling to find the first aid kit.

"What happened to you? You look like you were run over." You cringed at yourself. You really didnt mean to sound so blunt but you were still filled with adrenaline from the big ass scare he gave you.

"A silly human shot me with his primative weapon. Unfortunately i couldn't reach my ship in time to grab any of my healing supplies or any proper covering so i opted for finding the nearest form of civilization."

You paused at his words,slowly turning to look at him,first aid kit clutched in your shaking hands. You looked up at his tall form sitting calmly with his hand pressed against the wound in his side,his jet black eyes looking straight into yours.

Wait a minute

Black eyes.

"H-human? Ship? What the fuck are you on about my guy?" He smiled sweetly,showing off his razor sharp teeth. Al three rows of them.

Your eyes widened as you slowly backed away,causing his smile to fade. "Oh! Oh nono no human don't look so afraid! Im not here to hurt anyone! And I'm certainly not going to hurt you after you let me into your home"

You shook you head and stood still,not letting your gaurd down just yet. "How do i know your telling the truth? What are you?"

He made a little chittering noise,moving a bit of neon green hair out of his eyes. "Ah yes. I forgot your species hasn't had any public outside contact yet. My name is Atlas. I am what your kind know as an 'extra terrestrial' or an 'alien' or whatever" he stood up,slowly moving towards you.

He stopped just inches away and bent down to look you in the eye,his own black orbs glistening in the light. "As for the whole truth thing,well I really don't have any reason to lie to you pet."

He placed his large hand over the first aid kit,gently pulling it from your grip and moving closer towards your face,his nose brushing yours. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he sighed softly.

"Your a good little human right? So i really have no desire to hurt you." He suddenly stood up straight, making you squeal softly. "But i do really need you to help me repair my injuries."

You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding,before looking up at Atlas,who was struggling to open the box,turning it over in his hands multiple times.

After taking a few more deep breaths,trying to process everything,you giggled softly making him stop and look at you.

"What are you doing?" Atlas huffed and felt around the box again. "Where is the scanning device?? How do you open this stupid thing??" Your giggles turned into full blown laughter as you took the box from him,pressing the small latch and opening the box.

He looked at you in awe for a second before crossing his arms. "Primitive human devices" you snorted as you laughed harder ,bringing your hand up to your mouth to try and stop the noises.

Atlas gave you a deadpan look scoffing and sitting back down on the toilet. Once you calmed yourself down enough,you moved over to him. "Wow i can't belive i was terrified of you a second ago" you smiled pulling down the straps of his overalls.

He scoffed again and bared his teeth. "Oh you should be terrified now little human. Lauging at my struggles. How dare you" you laughed again,before lifting his shirt amd kneeling between his legs to be eyelevel with his wound. "My name is (Y/n) by the way. Not "little human" you stared in slight surprise at the odd dark blueish color of his blood before grabbing a rag from the box and covering it in rubbing alcohol.

Atlas made a noise as you pressed the alcohol covered rag onto his wound,leaning back to grant you more access.

He hummed as you continued to clean the wound,a small smile on his face. "I'll call you whatever i want little human" you looked up at him,confused at his happy tone.

"Doesn't this hurt? Why do you look so happy?" Atlas chittered again and looked down at you "I like the burning."

You blushed a bit and opened your mouth to say something before a loud knock came from the front door.

"Damnit what now?" You stood up slowly,throwing the rag in the sink. "Just be quiet,they'll think no ones home." You grabbed a bandage from the box and went to bend down again and finish fixing his wound before a familiar voice stated yelling at the door as the banging continued.

"(Y/n)! You in there? It's Clive! Ya gotta get out here i think that thing made its way into your house!" You raised your eyebrow and looked back at Atlas.

"Thats the human who shot me. He must've followed my blood the cretin." You sighed and put down the bandage "I'll be right back okay? Just lemme go take care of this."

You only got so far as the bathroom door before you felt arms wrap around you,pulling you back. "No! Your MY human. I wont allow that disgusting cretin anywhere near you."

You looked up at Atlas,who had his teeth bared. He was starting intensely in the direction of the front door,where the banging now turned frantic,along with the voices.

"Atlas just let me get him to leave. I won't be long i promise."

He looked down at you,his eyes gleaming dangerously. You squimed a bit,feeling his grip falter as you pulled out of his arms. "I-ill be right back okay?"

You pushed him back into the bathroom,closing the door behind you and making your way over to the front of the house.

"I'm coming Clive calm down." You sighed as you opened the door,putting on your best 'just woke up' look. "What do you want? Its really late."

Clive looked panicked. His flannel shirt was covered in a mix of dark blue and crimson and he had a shotgun in his hand.

"(,Y/n)! Thank God your okay! I was bouta break down the door cause i thought somethin' happened to ya. Theres somethin'out here. A demon or somethin'. It killed Marcus. It killed my brother" you stared at Clive as he sobbed,not sure what to do.

He couldn't be talking about Atlas right? He said it himself,he didn't come here to kill humans. You looked back at the bathroom and saw Atlas standing there,a feral look on his face. "Fuck" you whispered moving outside and closing the front door.

Clive calmed down and looked at you confused. "S-sorry Clive. I haven't seen anything. But if you want I'll call the cops for you okay? Or the ranger?" Clive ignored your frantic words and tried to move passed you to the door

"Are ya hidin' it in there? You are arent ya? Let me in there (Y/n). I'm going to kill that fucking thing!" You moved in front of him

Trying desperately to stop him from going in.

"Wait Clive you can't just-" you squeaked as he grabbed your arms trying,throwing you to the side and opening the door,his gun ready.

He moved into the house and you scrambled to get up and stop him,only to be pulled back down,a hand covering your mouth.

You looked behind you and saw Atlas glaring at the door,his sharp teeth bared. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder,you groaned a bit as his shoulder knocked the wind out of you,and Clives frantic footsteps could be heard rushing back towards the porch.

Before he made it out the door,Atlas had already started running across the open field in front of the house.

You heard Clive yell something before running out after you,but at this point it wasnt likely for him to catch up.

"A-Atlas where are we going?" He let out a grunt and stoped,putting you down but not letting go of your arm. "We're going to my ship. That stupid human ruined everything. And he has the gull to blame me for his brothers death? Honestly."

You stumbled after him,desperately trying to keep up. ""S-so you didn't kill his brother?" Atlas scoffed. "Of course not. That idiot just got on the way before i could

Heal him."

You raised your eyebrow as he finally came to a stop,letting go of your arm and dashing towards the green and blue pod that stood on a scorched plot of grass. "What do you mean heal..."

Your question died in your throat as your eyes landed on what you recognized to be Clive's younger brother Markus,laying on the blood stained grass with a blank look in his glassy eyes. His chest was ripped wide open,displaying all of his organs.

"He got in the way of my ship before i could grab the device i needed to heal him. I never meant for him to-" Atlas looked up from his pod,having already found what he was looking for to heal his wound,only to see you backing away,tears slowly dripping down your face.

"Hey. Whats the matter? Huma-" Atlas was cut off when you turned around and started running back towards your cabin. He let out a low growl before sprinting after you,catching up in a matter of seconds and grabbing your arm.

You struggled as he turned you around,trying to get you to stop squirming. "Listen! I didn't kill him!" You struggled more as you heard Clive's voice in the distance,screaming for you.

Atlas growled again and pushed you to the ground,pinning your arms to your sides. "I didn't kill the human,but if you don't stop struggling right now I AM going to kill that one."

You instantly stopped,looking up at him with tearly eyes. "Wonderfull" Atlas said,picking you up once again and carrying you towatds his ship as Clive came into veiw.

"I didn't lie to you human." He started,gently placing your shivering form in his ship. "I didn't come to this dirt planet to harm any humans." He got in next to you and you could only watch as the ship fired up,flashing bright blues and greens before slowly starting to hover,just as Clive showed up.

"I came here to find a pet."

#yandere #yandere boys #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x reader #alien #aliens #teratophillia #aliens man

[blackreaders-assemble]

Movie Night

Dark!stepbro!Peter x black!reader

Warning ⚠️: dub-con/non-con

A/N: I’m just testing out this whole dark fic thing so I know this is probably trash. Also, Peter is over 18, so is the “reader” so don’t come in my inbox on no bullshit.

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It all started during family movie night. Peter insisted on sitting next to you on the sofa, you just chalked it up to your new brother wanting to spend more time with you. He grabs the blanket from the back of the sofa and drapes it over both of your laps.

“Comfy?” He asks.

You nod your head yes. Your father comes into the living room followed by May and takes a seat on the other sofa.

“So, what movie are we watching tonight?” You wondered while scrolling through Netflix. Everyone threw out suggestions and you eventually settled on The Conjuring.

About halfway through the movie, you felt a small tickle on your leg but you chose to ignore it. Seconds later, Peter’s hand was on your thigh, gently massaging it. You side eyed him and tried to push his hand away. He digs his nails into your flesh and kept watching the movie. Peter slowly moves his hand under your skirt and rubs a finger over your clothed pussy. You were about to open your mouth and say something but he beat you to it.

“Make a sound and I swear you’ll regret it,” he harshly whispered in your ear.

You quickly close your mouth and just sit there, letting Peter do what he wanted. He slid your panties to the side and his fingers soon found your opening and he plunged two fingers deep inside you. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. It stung but then pleasure washed over you as he moved his thumb over your clit.

“Y'all alright over there?” Your dad asks. Peter pulls his fingers out and rubs your clit in small circles.

“Um.. ye-ah, dad, we're– SHIT!” you shout.

Peter—being the little shit that he is—pinches your clit just as a jump scare happens in the movie. Pain and pleasure consumes you and you bite your tongue to hold in the moans attempting to escape.

You send a glare Peter’s way and he just smirks and turn back to the film. You push his hand away from you and grabbed the empty popcorn bowl and practically ran to the kitchen.

You leaned against the counter, breathing heavily and thinking about what just happened.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Touching you like that, making you feel things that no other guy has—or probably ever will.

You splashed cool water on your face and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You sat on the counter, waiting patiently when you saw Peter out of the corner of your eye.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he said slyly.

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Parker.”

That damn cocky grin irritated your whole soul, but it also made your clit throb. You found yourself biting your lip and pressing your thighs together, Peter noticed this and snickered.

He came closer a pulled your legs apart so he could stand between them, lightly scraping his nails up and down your thighs.

“Don’t touch me,” you said sternly.

Peter grabbed your neck and squeezed tightly, making you claw at his arm and gasp for air. The look in his eyes frightened you, he looked absolutely menacing.

“Shut up your fucking mouth.” His grip on you didn’t let up at all, in fact, it felt like it got tighter. “You want this, I know you do.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong; you wanted him but not like this. Peter snatches you off the counter and turns you around. You look out into the living room and see your dad and May still watching the movie, completely oblivious to what was going on behind them.

Peter lifted your skirt and removed your panties. You looked back at him, “Stop or I’ll scream.”

“No you won’t.” He stuffs your underwear in your mouth and covers it with his hand. You felt him teasing your entrance, making your eyes roll back.

“You want my dick, baby?”

You nod and without warning he thrusts deeply inside you. You would’ve screamed if it wasn’t for your mouth being stuffed. He didn’t give you time to adjust before he was fucking you with complete abandon.

Peter leans over you and licks the shell of your ear. “Imagine if they caught us,” he whispered, “imagine your father turning around and seeing his precious daughter getting turned out like the whore she is.”

Your pussy clenched around him and he groaned which only made you wetter. His fingers danced over your clit, your orgasm was approaching quickly.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”

His thrusts became sporadic and his fingers moved faster. Your orgasm hit hard, your eyes shut tightly and your core spasms around Peter. He pulled out and came on your ass.

Peter grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head back to kiss you deeply.

“Leave your door unlocked tonight, I want a round two.”

Just then, your dad called out. “Is something burning?”

Shit! The popcorn!

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[luthien-t]

The Sun Will Shine. (Chapter:2)

Summery: Thanos invaded the asgardians ship & Thor called for back up. Being a liable paramedic, you gather your tools and went to space. You end up being injured during battle but Thanos was defeated, what will you do when you find out your lover, Loki suffered more than just a few battle scars? But then again, no one is ever really gone.

Chapter Summery: You left the hospital with the news of Lokis death. The first night in the Tower seems quite until you found a book between Lokis other favorite books.

warnings: Im not entirely sure, but this is one is kinda sad. small panic attack? and swear words i think.

wordcount: 2.4K+

Getting out of the car, you breathe in and walk towards the elevator in the tower to get to your compound floor. You pressed the button on the elevator and sighed. Tony tapped his fingers against his thigh with his eyes glued on the number going up towards the floor. “We made it, safe and sound” He smiled and looked at you before walking out of the elevator. You nodded lightly and gave him a smile back, even though you felt like complete utter shit, Tony has helped you the past two days ever since Thor walked out from that hospital room, he has been kind to you and it didn’t feel as lonely as you expected it to be. 

“Tony, Thank-“ 

“ah ah ah, no need to thank me, we’re a family, we will always look after each other!” He gave your shoulder a soft pat and angled his head towards the kitchen. “They’ve made food, join us?” He said with hope in eyes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. Ever since you received the news, you wanted nothing but to be alone. So, you shook your head. He frowned and then nodded his head. “We’ll leave your food in the microwave for later, get some rest, y/n” And with that he walked towards the kitchen.

You sighed and slowly walked towards your shared bedroom with Loki. Once you’ve reached the door, your hands began to tremble and your breathing was getting heavier. The closer your hand got to the knob, the more it trembled and with a deep breath you open the door and scan the room quickly before covering your mouth and closing the door behind you. 

You shut your eyes, maybe if you keep them closed you won’t cry, you lean against the door. It was getting harder to calm down when every time you breathe in you also inhale his scent. 

“Why did you have to fucking leave me?” You curse at the empty room.

Silence. 

Silence was all you have now in this room. No more morning kisses, no more late night cuddles, no more arguing, no more Loki.

You sniff as you walk around, trying to adjust with this wide space. The chambers were always fit for one person, it was just a bed, a couch for two, a walk in closet, a desk & a bathroom. But now it felt like it was too big, too empty. 

Looking around at the mini library you installed and smile through the tears, not being able to see; you caressed the books softly and then sat down on the desk, looking out the window.

When Loki first came to the compound, it was difficult for both him and the rest of the team.

Your first encounter with the God of Mischief was during a meeting before a small mission about a random Hydra base.

“What is he doing here?” You said, venom dripping from your words.

“Darling, I’m asking the same question myself. What am I doing here?” He smirked at you, scanning your reaction. It always felt like he could see through you. “Lady y/n! I see you met my brother Loki!” He smiled wide. “Adopted.” Loki budged in, with a finger pointed up. You nodded slowly and looked between the two brothers before going to your seat next to Nat. Loki however, kept his eyes on you almost the entire meeting, every time you look back at him, he pretends to be looking at something else. 

You stare at the buildings and the glowing lights in each one as you replay your memories in your head. The tears never stopped, it was hard to believe that the man you love is no longer here to hold you. A knock made you turn your body towards the door. “Can I come in?” It was Wanda. You sniff and shrug.

“I don’t have the energy for anything, so do what you want.” And with that you turn your back to her and stare out the window. She sat down next to you and rested her hand on your knee, looking at you. “When I lost Pietro, I felt the same. Like a piece of me died” She looked out the window, giving you privacy when she noticed how your brows furrowed and your eyes swelling with tears again. 

“I’m not saying that you are going to move on, but-“ you shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. “I don’t need words, Wanda. I need him back.”

“In Romania, we believe that death is just the second step, wherever he is, y/n. I believe that he is okay” she whispered softly. 

You replied with a sniff as your body shook. She wrapped her arm around you as she slowly swayed you both. “Sleep in my room tonight?” You look up at her, unable to process that the bed is going to be empty without Loki, you saw her stare at the view, maybe she was thinking about how to turn down your offer or tell you that you have to do this on your own, but she then responded with a soft smile and a nod. “Okay, I’ll go change quickly and get you something to eat” She unwrapped her arms and got up to leave the room.

You get off the desk and roam around the room, grabbing a random book from Lokis side, it was dusty; Which is odd, considering Loki cared for his books too much to allow a single spec of dust. You scanned the book then looked at the others, this was the only one dusty, as if it wasn’t touched for ages. You open the book and realize that it is actually a journal. Lokis had a journal? The words were written in his handwriting. You start reading the first three words and your heart beats faster. 

If I die, my love.

You look around the room, biting your lips. Closing the book and reopening it to the same words, maybe you were imagining things, you told yourself. Maybe it’s just a poem, but as you read a few more words. 

If I die, do not believe them. I am here, near.

Waiting for you. 

You know me like no other, my love. I always have my plans and tricks against the titan.

Your throat feels dry and you sit on the bed, looking at the door as Wanda walked in with her pillow & a tray of food, her smile dropping when she noticed your face was drained of color and your mouth open.

“What is it?” She approached you slowly.

“He’s not dead.” You look up at her. 

“Loki? Did you see him?” You shook your head and pointed at the book. 

She eyed you and then looked at the book. “y/n…” She sat down on the bed in front of you. “No, Wanda listen to me” You read her the words and she nodded slowly. 

“I’m sorry but, but this doesn’t mean anything.” She said as she twirled a finger around a strand of her, a habit she tends to do when she’s nervous, you notice and nod. 

“You’re right, I’m making a big deal, it’s probably just a poem.” You say, sarcastically. “A poem that somehow talks about him dying and mentions of Thanos!”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Y/n, please don’t overwork yourself now, you need to rest. If Loki is planning on messing with you now, at least allow it when you’re healthy” She frowned and put a hand on the book, you look down at her hand and then back up at her, nodding “You’re right, I’m sorry” You close the book and put it on your night stand then pull the tray towards you. “Thank you, Wanda” She smiles at you and moves to sit next to you on the bed before turning on Netflix. “Anything for my sister” Now it was your turn to smile.

You spent the rest of the night watching Netflix, Nat came by to check up on you and decided to join you two, the night was filled with binge-watching & jokes about dumb scenes in the movies. You ended up falling asleep halfway through the fourth movie.

Your sleep was interrupted by a soft thud next to you, slowly opening your eyes and turn your head towards the sound, raising an eyebrow when you find it to be the journal. Looking back at Wanda & Nat then back at the book, you slowly sat up and grabbed it, not wanting to wake them up. You then got out of bed and walked out of your room towards the balcony in the living room, it was dark & quiet, not a single soul was awake. 3:43AM. You noticed the time and sat down on the chair, staring at the buildings again, your heart beating faster when you opened the book, too scared to read the words again, as if it’ll disappear and the small grain of hope you have will extinguish. 

You push yourself to look down at the page & reread the same words again, sighing in relief as you continued to read, leaning back down on the chair with your legs up on the table. 

If I die, my love.

If I die, do not believe them. I am here, near.

Waiting for you. 

You know me like no other, my love. I always have other plans and tricks against the titan. 

I always knew that he would be defeated, the titan was driven by his own imagination that he lost his grip on reality. 

Now tell me, my love. Do you remember the list we had about the places I have promised to take you to? It’s where I wait. 

You flip the page, furrowing your eyebrows. Of course you remember that list, he made you write down every place you wanted to visit so that he can take you there himself. You bite your lips, you don't know where he put that paper, you wrote it almost a year ago. That list had over 50 places written on it, he could be anywhere. “What are you doing to me, Loki?” You whisper to yourself. This was starting to feel like it’s some stupid treasure hunt and you were growing frustrated the more you read. It was filled with numbers and codes. 

You sigh and close the journal, your feet leading you to Thors room. Hesitant, you knock on the door softly. You give it a few more seconds. There was no response so you walk away, and as you took a sharp turn towards your room, you bump into someone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there” You say.

“y/n.” It was Thor. You look up at him and smile slightly, “Can’t sleep?” You say and notice the drink in his hand, frowning slightly, he just shuffled in his place and gave you a stiff nod.

“I want to apologize for my behaviour back in the hos-“ 

“Thor, it’s okay. But we need to talk- it's about your brother” You hand him the book and he raises an eyebrow slightly before walking towards the living room. “What is this about?” He said as he sat down, knowing that you followed him to the living room. 

“He’s not… you know” You sit down next to him and point at the book. He chuckled and looked at you only to stop when he noticed the serious look on your face and cleared his throat. He set the book down on the table, staring at it, waiting for something to happen to it. “This is his journal Thor.” You say with an annoyed tone before you could stop yourself. You know Loki always loved to mess around with Thor when they were kids, so you knew he was probably expecting Loki to jump out of the book or something. 

“Yeah of course, why- why would the journal be Loki? That’s not what I thought” He said with his voice slightly a pitch higher & laughed softly. “How do you know he is not dead?” His tone changed to serious and he set the drink on the table next to it. You ran a hand through your hair and shrug. “It’s as if he’s telling me where he is hiding, but it’s just filled with riddles and numbers and I need help translating some words.” You look at him, hoping that he would understand what you’re asking from him without having to say what it is that you want. He shook his head softly and leaned back on the couch, opening the book and reading it. 

“Those letters and runes are in Juton, I cant speak Jotun…” He looks at you quickly before looking back and flipped the pages quickly, scanning some words with his eyes before shutting the book. “Look, Loki is… Well, if he really wanted you to find him, he wouldn’-“ Your groan stops him. “Thor, please, even if I’m wrong in this, I just want to know” You shrug “What do I have to lose?” He stares at the drink ahead of him and nods gently. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you with this, it seems as if he is making this harder for the both of us, since I cant understand a single word he wrote. Both Juton and english, he is asking you to find him, not me” You can hear the hurt in his words and nod, apologising for this conversation. 

Thor is mourning his brothers loss and you’re over here trying to force him to do something he can’t do. But you are determined on understanding every word Loki wrote in this journal, with or without anyones help. You excused yourself and went to your room, slowly walking in and looked around, you looked at the girls and smiled softly and then walked towards your closet, grabbing as many clothes as you can and quietly put them in a bag and then went to the desk, you took half of Lokis books and put them in the bag and then softly laid on the bed, scrolling through your phone for apartments for rent. 

Tomorrow, you were planning on leaving this Tower to understand whatever is going on around you. You love everyone in this Tower and they all mean so much to you but you want to be alone and it feels like this is the only way to achieve it. 

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[swanqueeneverafter]

Sins of the Past Pt.4

Kingdom of Valencia. Main Square. Present. (Gareth and Catrina prepare for a ride.) Catrina: "What a charming idea this is, Gareth." Gareth: "Yes. A ride before breakfast always gives me a healthy appetite. I’ve had the kitchens prepare something special." (Catrina looks revolted when she sees the display of food, but puts on a smile.) Catrina: "Oh, how sweet of you." (Chef Vincenzo watches Catrina suspiciously as she and Gareth leave.) Dun Broch. Forest. (Merida and Mulan arrive to confront Anhora.) Merida: “Here. This is where the unicorn was slain.” Mulan: “So how do we contact this ‘keeper of the unicorns’?” Merida: “I don’t know, he just appeared. (Calling out:) Anhora! Show yourself! Anhora!” Anhora: (Appearing behind them:) “You wanted to talk with me?” Merida: “I’ve come to accept your challenge. My people are starving.” Anhora: “You must believe me when I say it gives me no pleasure to see your people suffering.” Mulan: “If it pains you, put an end to it.” Anhora: “It is not in my power to lift the curse.” Merida: “Then tell me what I must do. As Queen it is my responsibility, and I will prove myself worthy and lift the curse.” Anhora: “You must go to the Labyrinth of Gedref. There, you will face a final test. If you fail, there is no hope. The curse will destroy Dun Broch.” (Anhora begins to disappear.) Mulan: “Wait! What kind of test will she face?” Anhora: (Fading out of sight:) “That is for Merida alone to discover.”

Storybrooke. Granny's Diner. (Regina and Emma are finishing up breakfast at the diner when the Charmings arrive with baby Maria.) Snow White: (To Maria:) "And there they are, there are your mommies." (Emma smiles as Regina rolls her eyes.) Granny: (Walking towards Snow:) "It's about time you got here. (Holding out her arms:) Let me at her. (Everyone looks on bemusedly while Granny takes Maria into her arms and takes a deep breath:) Ah! That's the stuff. The fountain of youth. I just can't get enough of that newborn smell." Emma: "Kinda makes you wonder when we'll get a chance to hold her again, huh?" Regina: "Indeed. Still, it beats the alternative I suppose. Back when it was just Henry and I, there were times when I would've given anything for someone to take him for a few hours." Emma: "Now you've got more friends and family than you know what to do with." Snow White: "So, you guys ready to see some houses? You know if I had realised Henry would need a place of his own so soon, we could've kept the apartment for him." Regina: "Well thankfully for Alice and Robin, you didn't." Emma: "Yeah, besides I don't think Henry would want to go from his parents house to his grandparents house." David: "That's a fair point." Emma: "So, where to first? Mom, I'm sure you have some- (Sees Snow pull out a ring binder:) suggestions." Snow White: "Oh, just one or two." Regina: "Of course she'd bring a binder." Emma: "Just relax and think of Henry and Ella's happiness." Snow White: "And don't forget, it's the second Thursday of the month so you know what that means." Regina: "Oh no." Zelena: (Bursting through the diner door, proclaiming loudly:) "Game night!" Regina: (To Emma:) "Remind me again why I stopped being evil?" Camelot. Past. Lower Town, Market. (A young boy, Mordred, walks through the market with his father, Cerdan.) Cerdan: (To a vendor:) “Do you have my supplies ready? We must leave the city without delay.” Vendor: (Handing him a pouch:) “Everything you asked for, it’s all here. I’m sorry.” (Cerdan tenses and looks up at the vendor, as Mordred sees guards approach. Mordred and his father duck under the merchant’s table to run through the market.) Guard: “Seize him! Stop there!”

(Mordred and Cerdan are forced to run into the palace grounds. A guard jumps at them and slashes Mordred. The boy lets out a scream and Cerdan uses his magic on the guard. The spell throws the guard into the rampart wall. Mordred can’t run far, so he and his father are stuck on the drawbridge.) Cerdan: “Abannan átí. (The spell shuts the drawbridge gates:) Run! Run, run!” (Mordred runs through the gates before they close while Cerdan allows himself to be caught. Holding his wounded arm, Mordred continues running, into the castle and up the large stairway.) Guard: "In there. Quick, down there. We’ve got ‘im." Morgana's Chambers. (The boy bursts in while Morgana and Guinevere stand talking.) Guinevere: "You can't be in here." Mordred: (Telepathically to Morgana:) "Please. You have to help me. They’re going to kill me." Morgana: (Shocked at being able to hear him:) "It's alright Guin, he's scared." Guard: (Knocks:) "My Lady? (Knocks:) My Lady?" Morgana: "Take him in there." (Morgana waits until Guin and Mordred are behind the curtain to open the door.) Guard: "I’m sorry to disturb you, My Lady." (Mordred collapses into Guinevere's arms.) Guard: “We’re searching for a young Druid boy. We believe he came this way.” Morgana: “I haven’t seen anyone. It’s just me and my maid.” Guard: “Best keep the door locked till we find him.” Morgana: “Of course. Thank you.” (Morgana closes the door and runs to check on the boy. Guinevere’s hand is covered in Mordred’s blood.)

Wonderland. Present. (Having climbed the tree, Ella walks carefully along one of the large branches.) Ella: (Spotting the house in the distance:) "I can see it! The Hatter's place, it's not that far! Will? (Ella turns at the sound of purring and watches as the Cheshire cat materialises before her eyes:) Oh, you scared me." Cheshire Cat: "Yes, scary... and strange. Seems to sum this place up well doesn't it? Wonderland has grown stranger. I'm stranger, you're stranger. Together we are strangers." Ella: “Well, then how do you do? My name is Ella. Now that we're friends, you wouldn't want to eat a friend. Would you?” Cheshire Cat: “Mmm, certainly not without pepper. The pickings are slimmer these days. These woods used to be full of food, but now the only thing it's full of, is you. (The cat lunges at Ella who leaps out of the way, reaching for another branch but falling from the tree. Getting to her feet quickly as the cat lands beside her on the ground, Ella backs away. Taking a swipe at her with his claws:) You look like you’re going to be the sweetest meat I’ve ever tasted. Let’s see shall we?” (Before the cat can lunge at Ella again, Will appears and stamps on the Cheshire Cat’s tail.) Will: (Breaking off a piece of nearby mushroom:) “Oi! (Will hurls the mushroom at the cat just as he roars causing him to swallow it. Immediately the Cheshire Cat begins to shrink:) Now then, go pick on somebody your own size.” (The Cheshire Cat gives a meek meow before running away into the bushes.)

Ella: (Getting to her feet:) “Where were you?” Will: “Oh Will, thank you for being so brave! So daring! (Ella folds her arms:) Look can we focus on the part where I came back and saved your life?” Ella: “This place really freaks you out, doesn’t it?” Will: “I happen to be the consort to the Queen of Wonderland.” Ella: “But no one out here knows that, do they? The people around these parts still think that... what was it... the Red Queen is their ruler?” Will: “Wonderland is large and expansive, far larger than most people realise. So naturally there are areas where Tiana’s messages of peace and prosperity have yet to reach. It pays to keep on your toes out here so that’s where I was, checking our perimeter for any surprise attacks. It’s not my fault you got yourself into trouble without me. Now, did you find the Hatter’s place?” Ella: (Not believing a word of it:) “Yes.” Will: “Good, then let’s get going.” Labyrinth of Gedref. (Merida and Mulan arrive at the entrance to the labyrinth.) Mulan: “Let me come with you. You don’t know what form of test will take. I might be able to help.” Merida: “No, I can’t ask you to do that. Thank you for getting me this far, but this curse upon Dun Broch is my responsibility. I’m gonna be the one to lift it, or die trying.” Mulan: “Alright, how does you dying help anyone?” Merida: “I’ll die knowing I did everything I can.” (Merida enters the labyrinth. After waiting only a few moments, Mulan enters, taking a different path.) Storybrooke. Past. Granny's Diner. (On a dark, stormy night, the diner appears closed as Regina sits alone in one of the booths. It is a few days after Cora's death and Mayor Mills has been keeping a low profile. When the door behind her opens and closes, Regina doesn't need to turn around to know who's standing there.) Regina: "I reserved the diner for my mother's wake, Sheriff Swan. The very least you can do is respect my wishes." Emma: "That's what I came to do. Pay my respects, I mean." Regina: (Scoffs bitterly:) "Well I'd invite you in but as you can see, there's no room." (Glancing around the empty diner, Emma walks further inside, towards the seated woman.)

Emma: "I mean it, Regina, I'm sorry for your loss and I'm sorry things had to end the way they did." Regina: "Thank you. Now would you please let me grieve in peace?" Emma: "Actually I thought we could talk?" Regina: "Well, Miss Swan, as I've come to expect from the Sheriff's department these days, you thought wrong." Emma: "I'm not leaving until you talk to me." Regina: "Then you're in for a long wait." Emma: "That's fine, I've got time. (Swinging her arms around awkwardly for a moment, she heads towards the counter:) Do you like pie? (Silence:) Of course you do, you're always baking. Well I love pie. I've never made one myself but, I love all kinds. (Moves behind the counter:) Sometimes when I can't sleep, I take out a slice of pie from the fridge, warm it up in the microwave. That and a cold glass of milk? Beats counting sheep every time. (Regina continues her silence:) Now let's see, we've got apple pie. (Smirks:) Of course. Then there's strawberry rhubarb. Then, ooh, lemon chiffon, very nice. Ah, here we are, my favourite (Pulls out a plate:) cherry berry berry." (A thunderclap rumbles overheard and causes Regina to jump out of her chair.) Regina: "God dammit!" Emma: "Regina, relax, it's just a thunderstorm." Regina: "No, you relax! Lightning scares the hell out of me, alright?" Emma: (Standing, mouth agape:) "You're kidding?" Regina: "No. I mean yes, obviously it doesn't scare me... the storm's just another reminder of...” Emma: “Cora?” (Regina nods, then slowly moves over to the counter and takes a seat.) Regina: (Sighs:) “Growing up, my mother was never the warmest of people, but whenever there was a storm, she'd always let me cuddle up with her until it had passed." Emma: "That's sweet. (Moves to place her hand on Regina's but the Mayor pulls her hand away:) Well, I've never been afraid of lightning." Regina: (Scoffs:) "Does anything scare you?" Emma: (Walks around the counter:) "When I was little, sure, growing up there were plenty of things. (Takes a seat beside Regina:) Then I got older and the fear just sort of went away. But now that I have people in my life, a family, friends, people I care about? The thought of losing them scares me more than anything."

Regina: “I’m not going to kill Mary Margaret if that’s what you’re worried about.” Emma: “It’s not.” (They stare at each other for a long moment.) Regina: (Shaking her head:) "You know I was expecting you? Back when I first adopted Henry, I knew who his mother was and what that meant. That somehow you'd find your way here to Storybrooke, find a way to break my curse. I just didn't expect you to be so beautiful. But I knew, if I waited, that one day you'd show up in my life. Now here you are, the woman fated to end my evil schemes. (Reaches for Emma's hand and holds it:) Turns out she's the woman of my dreams." (Ever so slowly, the two women close the distance between them and share a soft, lingering kiss.) Emma: (Softly:) "So what now?" Regina: "Maybe you could keep me company, at least until the storm passes?" Emma: (Nods:) "Until the storm passes."

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