#(to remove the nuisance from their home lol!!!!!)

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Sweeter Than Sweet Tea

Eddie x Southern! Fem! Reader Blurb

AN: Hey y'all! So this came up while I was rewatching Steel Magnolias (one of my favorites)! I myself am Southern if you can't tell (lol). I def amped up the reader's southern belle persona, but it's a cute little bit of fluff to keep ya goin! But now I'm craving southern homecooking (namely fried okra and fried green tomatoes) and weirdly ambrosia salad and green salad (it's not really salad, its like fruit and whipped cream and nuts lol). But anyways enjoy and please reblog and like as per usual!

Warnings: Bullying, Southern Slang, Slight VIolence, Enemies to Lovers sorta, Fluff

When Eddie first met you, it was the equivalent of an old schoolyard crush. For some odd reason, he loved to get on your nerves. He’d tug on the closest part of you, make some inappropriate comment, and grin ear to ear as you tore into him. You never quite understood why. Until that fateful summer evening. 

Indiana got hot, sure, but nowhere near as blazin’ hot as your home back down south. You figured that was why some folks in Hawkins sometimes were so snooty, the summer sun wasn’t enough to melt their frigid hearts. Then again, you didn’t much miss the sweltering summers or the way the older women with hair higher than the heavens in your hometown would glare and mumble about you headin’ straight to the devil’s whorehouse for simply being comfortable. 

You were in town having a day for yourself, dressed as pretty as a magnolia in May. You wore your favorite sundress with some wedge sandals, your toes painted a pretty pale blue. You were looking around in the old antique shop, smiling down softly at a set of delicate plates. You were pondering buying it (after all, 5 dollars was a steal), when you felt a tug on your dress. You turned around, clouds setting on your sunny disposition at the sight of the ever rebellious Munson boy. He was dressed in a dark pair of jeans and a loose band t-shirt, his leather jacket hanging off of his shoulders. A cigarette hung from his mouth loosely as he grinned. 

“You headed to church, Darlin’?,” Eddie teased, exaggerating the drawl to mock your own. 

You frowned, pouting up at him. “No. I like to dress nice for myself. Now leave me be…” You scanned him up and down, frowning disapprovingly at his cigarette despite it being unlit. “And take that thing out of your mouth, for cryin’ out loud. You’ll give Mr. Millan a heart attack if you set off the fire alarm.” 

Eddie smirked while removing the unlit cigarette and tucking it into his jacket pocket, clearly not taking the hint. You tried walking away but he followed on your tail like a lost puppy. “C’mon sweetheart. It’s hard not to tease you when you look like you’re about to be awarded the best lil pupil in Sunday School.” 

You glared at him, out of the corner of your eye, your annoyance growing. “Well, now, Eddie Munson, I didn’t think you’d know what a church was if it landed on your backside. Can’t you ever learn to leave me alone?” 

Eddie’s eyes twinkled with mischief, his face full of boyish charm. If he wouldn’t be such a damn nuisance, you might have found his teasing charming…hell, adorable, even. He leaned against a shelf full of knick knacks and dusty books, looking comically large next to the tiny items. “Sorry, kid. You’re fun to mess with.” 

You huffed, turning to look at the collection of odd salt and pepper shakers and cookbooks. “You know I am not a child and I know you have about as much maturity as one.” You thumbed through a cookbook to keep yourself busy, scrunching up your nose at the recipes. You sure did miss pecans, frito pie, sweet cornbread and fried okra. Hell, you even missed those potlucks your mama used to host full of old gossipers trying to catch the latest town news. At least those old coots knew what an ambrosia salad or fried green tomatoes were. You placed the book back down. 

Eddie tugged on your dress again, grinning so wide you thought his mouth would split open as you spun around in a huff and yanked the pretty fabric out of his rough hands. “Now will you quit it! I’ve ‘bout had it with your dumbass!,” You exclaimed as quietly as you could in the practically empty store. You felt your accent come out thickener as your face heated up. “I'm leavin’ now. Good day, Eddie Munson.” And with a huff and a swish of your skirt, you were out the doors and back into the warm embrace of the sun, headed to Patty’s Ice Cream Parlor. You weren’t going to let that damned fool ruin your day out. 

You were sitting at a booth, enjoying your solo sundae of butter pecan ice cream and hot fudge. You sat there, stewing over Eddie’s consistent annoying quips and his obsession with bothering you. You stabbed your ice cream with the spoon, huffing softly. Where did he get off on bothering you anyway? You usually were polite and kept to yourself in town. You hadn’t made many friends outside of Nancy Wheeler who worked with you part time at the local dress shop when she was home from college. Maybe he found your mannerism funny, kinda like Jason Carver and his wife Chrissy Cunningham.

Chrissy and Jason often showed up to your job. The two were known as the town high school sweethearts who stuck around, Jason inheriting his fathers business while Chrissy stayed home. The two had it out for you since day one in town. You had shown up, dressed casually with your favorite pair of cowboy boots on and a cowboy hat to block out the sun. Chrissy and Jason had just happened to be at the diner you had stopped in, happy to welcome a pot of coffee and some pancakes. You sat at a booth, laying your hat down the right way, looking around. Hawkins had that old school charm. However, within the first few minutes, you’d received some backhanded compliments from the Hawkins’ Sweethearts themselves. Jason and Chrissy couldn’t help ever since then to laugh at your funny drawl, the foods you cooked, or even the clothes you wore. It was a pain. 

As if the two were summoned by your thoughts, you saw them waltz through the door, arm in arm, giggling away. You sunk in your seat, staring down into your sundae and hoping to disappear. You heard a jingle of a chain and a flash of black as Eddie came into the seat in front of you, making you sit up and forget about Chrissy and Jason. 

“Hey, Darlin’, I couldn’t help but-” 

“Edward Munson, leave me alone. I’ve had it with you-” You stood up to walk away, only to be met with a cone of chocolate ice cream smeared across the front of your favorite dress. You gasped, looking up into the eyes of Chrissy who stood there with an evil smile. “Oops.  Sorry, hun,” She drawled out, face twisted into a sneer as Jason laughed. You felt your eyes sting with tears as you sniffled and the room blurred. With a muttered, “Pardon,” you ran off to the bathroom. 

You stood in the bathroom, wiping at the gown with fury, wet paper towels piling up on the counter. You sniffled, trying to keep from crying. Why did you even try? Everyone in town laughed at you and called you a “Hillbilly Belle”, makin’ fun of you for your upbringing. You charmed the socks off of the older folk but got yelled at for calling people ma’am and sir, all of them assuming you were calling them old. You sniffled and wiped at your eyes, splashing water on your face with determination. You’d go out there, smiling and bright as ever, head home, and put on some Dolly Parton and some comfy clothes, snack on some Moon Pies and maybe even make a nice cold pitcher of sweet tea. 

You were headed out of the bathroom and down the hallway when you heard some arguing in the main area of the shop, the teen employees all terrified and huddled in the corner. You peeked around the corner, surprised to see the impressively angry Eddie have a fistful of Jason’s shirt and growling out some threats. 

“You keep your filthy grubby hands and your wife’s gross self away from that girl, you hear? She is too good for this town and I’m not letting two assholes like you run her off because you have nothing better to do with your life. Now leave a fuckin’ 50 on the table to pay for that pretty dress you ruined and get the hell out of here before I kick your ass.” 

Jason scoffed, eyebrows furrowed and expression in a snarl. “Whatever, freak. You would defend that hick. It’s not like she knows anything but how to farm and suck-” 

A sickening crack echoed through the ice cream shop and in a blur of arms and legs, you saw Jason laying across the tile flooring, holding his nose while groaning. Eddie stood over him, fists clenched at his side and shaking as your heart soared. “Now leave, jackass. Otherwise I’ll do a lot more than just break your nose.” Eddie’s tone took on a fearful growl, your skin raising in goosebumps and your face heating up as your breath was caught. Something about the boy who was usually chipper and overly flirtatious with you turning into a ticking time bomb at the first instance of you feeling unhappy made your heart skip a beat and your legs squeeze together. Jason scrambled to get up, dropping a 50 dollar bill on your table, rushing with Chrissy out the door. You shyly rounded the corner, watching as Eddie glared after them, hands still clenched. 

“Eddie?,” You softly called, the middle of the ice cream shop empty except for the two of the and the few teen employees who were probably waiting for you and Eddie to leave in fear of the protective metalhead. 

Eddie spun around, face softening as he walked up to you, careful to not touch you as he searched your face and person. “You alright? I’m sorry those two were being such jerks-” 

You felt your heart thump in your chest as you looked up at him, biting your lip. “Why did you do that?” 

Eddie looked shocked, his face going ashen. “You saw that?” 

You nodded. 

Eddie ran a hand down his face, sighing and looking about 5 years older. He bit his lip for a bit before looking at you and sincerity came across his face. “Look, I know it seems silly but…I like you a lot. Your silly little twang, the way you dress. I love how every time I go to Benny’s I know if you’re there based on if Dolly Parton is played on the old jukebox. I love how cute you are when you’re annoyed and how you’re the most polite person I know unless it’s with me. I like ya, Darling. And I don’t really like people messing with my things or friends,” He trailed off, playing with the rings on his bloodied knuckles, gaze drifting away in shyness. 

Your heart jumped to your threat, your mind racing. Now all the pieces of the puzzle made sense to you. Why Eddie hummed Dolly around you, why he left honeysuckles in your mailbox back home, or why he would stop by the dress shop at least once every few weeks claiming to be looking for something for his ‘cousin’ only to leave empty handed. You felt your insides turn syrupy sweet as you melted and kicked yourself for not realizing sooner. 

“Now we don’t-” 

You cut him off with a hand, looking up and smiling. “Tomorrow. Pick me up at 6 P.M. Dinner.” You poked him with a manicured nail softly in the chest, giving him a stern look. “And dress nicely please. It’s a date, not a football game.” 

Eddie perked up, grinning ear to ear as he blushed dark red. “Y-yeah, okay.” 

You walked off as he stood there in shock, completely forgetting about the big stain on your dress and waving bye, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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[deeeelightfuldee]

What was the last thing you laughed at? something on will & grace lol 

How many times have you visited the beach in your lifetime? loooooooool. a lot. many many MANY times. 

Do you know anyone personally who has committed murder? certainly not to my knowledge.

Do you use temper glass phone screen protectors? lol no. i hate having stuff on the glass.

Have you ever cracked your phone screen badly? once.

Would you ever take up pole dancing as a hobby? in my own home, yes. I’m not sure i’d be willing to go to the studio for it lol.

What is one of your most prized possessions? letters

Do you find commercials/ads to be amusing or just annoying? amusing if they’re done right. otherwise super annoying. 

Do you enjoy taking late night drives? its my absolute fave thing to do. but i havent done that in literally months because of gas costs.

Do you prefer incense, candles, or something else for making your house smell nice? candles or plug ins

How many pets/children do you have? 0 kids and 2 pets

Have you ever accidentally stolen something? oh probably like a pen or something

What was the last thing you needed help with? ummmmm im not sure its been a min

What's the most expensive article of clothing you own? i legit have nothing expensive. maybe a winter coat?

What's one of your favorite memories from your childhood? hmmm christmas. my birthday. friends hangouts. 

What seems like a cult to you but isn't one? lol conspiracy theorists, heavily political individuals/groups

What do you do when you start to feel depressed or really down? a drive. 

Do you keep your nails manicured? i paint them. i can’t afford to get them done regularly... or ever lol.

When was the last time you checked your mail? today

Do you do positive affirmations daily? internally probably almost every day but externally not all that often sadly.

What time did you wake up this morning? 650. my overnight meds were NOT happy about that but i did it anyway lol

Do you like lemon with your tea? i dont usually have them with it.

Do you know anyone with the name Andrew? K’s middle name. I have a cousin named andrew. 

Are you a sensitive person? i can be, yes.

Do you know any of your neighbors well? i know one family pretty well. I know another unfortunately cus theyre obnoxious. I know one other from just observing him.

Have you ever received a traffic ticket? no.

Do you enjoy glitter or find it to be a nuisance? i think it’s pretty. but man it’s hard to remove 

Would you ever want to be a politician? never, ever, ever, ever. it’s vile to me.

Have you ever been into Pokémon? If so, what's your favorite? nope

What's your favorite soup? the chicken rice soup from eggheadz omfg.

What color reminds you of the week you've had so far? dark gray

Chinese or Mexican food? What's your favorite dish? i crave chinese more, but thats because its harder to have it GF. 

Have you ever seen a wolf in person? i have! ON CAMPUS literally feet from me. 

Are you currently doing something else besides this survey? watching will & grace and sippin’ on a diet coke.

Do you get annoyed by repetitive questions? only if it’s in the same survey it gets annoying.

What's the fastest you've ever driven? me personally, 90 somethin. in the car with someone over 100

Have you ever listened to Tim McGraw? of course

What's the last thing you lit on fire? the wick to the candle on my dresser K sent me. 

Do you still watch American Idol? nope

What's your favorite things about life? oh gosh. strong thunderstorms, toe beans on cats, laughing so hard you cry, air conditioning on a hot day. waves and swimming. playing games with friends. hugs from loved ones. 

What is your favorite emoticon? 😸 probably currently the laughing crying one.

When was the last time you had to replace the batteries in something? when my nephews were over on friday

Have you ever seen a street name that was funny or a town name? yes. theres one by me called Justamere Rd *just a mere road*

Do you like to watch anime? so far, no. 

Do you ever drink energy drinks? not if i can help it. probably one every 3-4 years.

How many surveys have you created? couple hundred when i was younger i think

Do you just enjoy taking them? YES

What type of cell phone do you own? Do you like it? a samsung galaxy s21 ultra. it’s amazing. 

What's your plans for the rest of the day? its 9:15pm so pretty much this.

[thelittlemermage]

Hate the lore that Winslow basically raised them. It is....extremely weird. 

#CatDog #I know his whole deal is that he's a nuisance that loves to mess with people #but it's weird to be like hey look at this weird baby #I will take it home with me and torture it forever #also does this mean they're actually living in HIS house?? #I'm removing this from canon lol #I'm gonna pretend like they were raised in an orphanage or something #Didn't Dog say they visit the orphans on holidays to cheer them up? #new canon

[akkivee]

man if i remembered that maid day was today i might have considered putting out dragon maid kuukou art lmao

#this is vee speaking #kuukou the dragon maid who has made it his goal to get married to ichiro LMAO #he can cook!!!!!! he can clean!!!!!! nevermind he just wants to flirt with ichiro!!!!!! #the ultimate mediator!!!!!! if jiro and saburo start fighting with each other kuukou teases them and suddenly they’re working together!!! #(to remove the nuisance from their home lol!!!!!) #ichiro is both one of the few nerds that doesn’t really vibe with fanservice anime and isn’t looking for a relationship #but there’s just something about a cute bonafide dragon boy being that into you that makes you reconsider!!!!! #lol the crack until it’s not au living rent free in my head that i refuse to put out into the world casually #maid day would have been perfect but alas— #c: kuukou👑

[deadweight-at7am]

Saturday in our neighborhood was wild. A problematic neighbor who lives 4 doors down from me in my townhome block was carried out by 6 police after an hour's long screaming match with his neighbor (who is a baltimore city cop). This particular gentlemen, we will just call Tony, has been in the past, a very quarrelsome person who seems to think that our neighborhood is actually just a facade of homes on The Wire and real people with real families don't actually live in them. He was angry about something on Saturday and decided his response was to blast country music loudly on some radio on his back porch. No one liked this and a neighbor across the alley came out of her house to ask him to turn it down and before she could even say anything he tells her "go back inside! I'm not turning nothing down! You don't like it?! CLOSE YOUR WINDOWS." I was standing in my house with my window open watching this unfold. She was pissed, she went inside and probably also called the police. My neighbor motioned to me that he was on the phone with the cops. The police roll up, 10 squad cars deep (the ending total was 13, we counted) and they had a standoff for like 30 minutes while Tony stood inside his house calling them every name in the book, screaming, yelling, carrying on. I mean you could hear him up the block.

Baltimore County Police: 1, Tony: 0.

They hauled him off into the paddy wagon. Which we all watched closely because I mean, as much as a nuisance he can be I didn't want them to kill him. He stopped yelling and everyone was just standing around watching him. I don't know what was going on because we couldn't see in the back of the van. Everyone on the street came out of their houses to watch what was going on at this point. Some guy actually walked past all the commotion carrying a pizza to be delivered. And he delivered it, walked right back past it, didn't blink an eye LOL

At the end he was packed in and left, took him to jail. His baby momma, or wife, or whoever she is was also arrested like 4 days earlier for withholding her kids from seeing their biological father for his visitation so the kids were removed from the house... I don't know who, if anyone is there right now. It's been VERY quiet.

Before anyone asks - no, our entire neighborhood is not like this. My block of townhomes are MOSTLY people who own them. My neighbors on both sides are home owners. Tony and his "family" are "renting" from someone they know (a family friend) and apparently the family friend seems to think this kind of behavior is acceptable. He was doing this shit in 2017 and I believe he must have gone to jail because we didn't see or hear from him for over a year. It was a peaceful time on my street. *sigh*

#personal #personal post

[gottadothembts]

Stray Kids Minho x fem!reader

Word count : who know?

Summary : He always visited you, but not for YOU. But as one day passes by, something happens at home.

Genre : Fluff.

Minho and I have been friends since........ forever.

It was back when I was just 3 years old when I had shifted to Korea to live there. I was walking down the street with my mom until I heard a distant ‘meow’. I was excited about hearing the sound of a cat, since I was still consumed in my child curiosity. I dragged my mom towards it to find an injured cat lying near a dustbin. Its coat was dirty and small patches of blood showed that it went in a fight.

My young self found it heartbreaking and I begged my mom to take care of it. Of course my mom disagreed to take it back home, but we took care of it from where it was lying down. My mom and I had rushed to get a first aid kit and some cat food and when we returned, the cat seemed to be sleeping. Taking that as an advantage, we patched the cat up and when it woke up, we gave it some food. After a while we found out that it was a girl.

The cat got attached to us really fast, and it seemed to win both my mother’s and my heart. We must have stayed there till late afternoon, but we didn’t care. I and mom were in the middle of playing with the cat when a voice came in,

“Hwan....?”

I looked around to see a boy of my age who looked shocked. He ignored us and rushed towards the cat. As he ran, the cat also went towards him, like it was natural. My young self got jealous at this action,

“Hey! Thats my kitty!”.

The boy didn’t even listen to me as he examined the cat. He looked up at me after a whole minute.

“Who are you?”, he asked.

“I’m Y/N. And thats my kitty”, I said as I approached the cat.

The boy stepped back with the cat in his hands,

“Sorry, but she is mine. She likes roaming outside so I let her out in the early mornings. I didn’t know that she got injured, thank you for taking care of her. Im really thankful”, the boy said as he looked down shyly.

I frowned at him, “Who are you?”.

“Lee Minho. The cat’s name is Hwan”, he replied.

“What does Hwan mean?”, I asked curiously.

“Shining and bright”.

.......And that was how Minho became my best friend.

19 years later, he was a butt. Not like he wasn’t throughout the years. It was just that he had the audacity to come to my home without permission, and he didn’t even come for ME. The day after meeting him, mom and I had decided to take in a few other street cats to help them. This made Minho visit us almost every day. Of course we got close, but it was his adoration for my cats that he kept coming back. But it started becoming lonely after he went to practice for his dance and got recruited as a backup dancer for BTS. Not later, he got to go in a group called Stray Kids.

It got empty because of him, but he tried to visit his hometown as much as he could. And when that happened, he would bring his three cats to my house to play with MY cats. He would always be mesmerised by them, and would barely put his attention on me.

Right now was one of the moments that he had come to my house.

A knock had come from my door. I went to open it and found a familiar face. It was Minho, with Soonie, Doongie and Dori trailing behind him.

“Where are my little kitties?”, He said with excitement as he rubbed his hands and entered my house.

I looked at him bewildered, since still after so many years, I never got used to his sudden appearance. What shocked me more was that I hadn’t even seen him for the past year. And now he came barging into my home without saying anything.

What a butt...

“How was...... Australia?”, I asked softly.

“It was fun. We had successful concerts and met a lot of fans. Chan and Felix led us around showing some of the places they knew and even met their families. Yeah, it was..... fun”, he stumbled slightly as the cats piled up on him.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his struggling figure as 7 cats kept climbing on him. I went in to help and brought down some cats. None cooperated with me except for Doongie. Doongie was like the moody middle child, and I was the favourite aunt. We fit together perfectly and Minho was jealous every time he saw us together.

“Give me back my Doongie”, he said as he still continued to struggle with the cats.

“Lol, no”, I answered easily as I picked up Doongie and went to the kitchen to bring some cat food.

We heard the intense meowing from the cats as they fought over Minho while me and Doongie were chilling in the kitchen to get some food. When I finally brought out the food, the cats left Minho and came to eat the food. While they ate, Minho came and sat beside me and rested his head on my shoulder. It would have been awkward, if we weren’t best friends. But sadly we were very close. At this point I knew everything about him, and that was why I never complained about him. It was his way of loving me that he showed love to my pets.

“How have you been?”, Minho asked as he took a video of the cats from his phone.

“Ugh, fine. Just studying and studying and studying. Other then that, I miss you”, I slowly whispered.

“Its good to know that I’m not the only one who misses you. Like I miss the cats AND YOU. Like.... why?”, he whined.

I laughed at him, “It happens when you have a heart”.

He gave me a glare, a glare that I got immune to throughout the years. “I have such a big heart. Touch me”.

He lifted my hand and put it on his chest. What all I got was muscles and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Stop flexing your muscles, Lee Minho”.

He joined me laughing and then looked at me, “You look different. Why?”

“Perhaps because you haven’t seen me for a year. You know, people change in a year”, I replied as I looked back at him.

“And not like you haven’t changed too. Like look at that jawline, man. And that flawless skin. Lemme touch it”, I continued as I brought my hands to his face and squished them.

His skin was soft under my finger and I couldn’t help but give his cheeks a kiss. I saw a blush appear on his face and I laughed at him. He blushed harder when he realised that he was blushing. Minho brought his hands to my wrists and pulled them away. He glared at me and rubbed his numb cheeks.

“Oh cmon, you’re so cute”, I cooed at him.

“No. You are cuter”, he countered back as he pinched my cheeks.

“Thats right, you ugly”, I laughed and looked at him.

“.....Why are you becoming like me?”

“You’re contagious, my dude”, I said as I started playing with his hair.

Minho scoffed under his breath but leaned into my touch. I braided his hair, then removed it, then braided it, then removed it. He like it since I was also massaging his head.

“Would you like coming to the tour with me?”, Minho suddenly proposed out of the blue.

I stopped braiding and looked at him,

“Nah, I don’t think I can”

“But I want to be with you”

“Who will take care of the cats?”

“Mom”

“I’ll be a nuisance to you”

“But im tired of not living with you”

“What do you mean?”

“I like you, ya’ moron”.

Wha......?

Did he just- Did he just confess?

“It what way?”, I asked suddenly.

“In that way that I wanna cuddle with you”, he replied back with no hesitation.

It was so sudden. Something so out of the blue naturally shocked me. I never even dreamed that he liked me back. Yes, I said ‘back’. It wasn’t easy to keep my feeling for so many years. There was so much tension that I brought in our past years, but it never came to my head that he could also be the one who could bring up the tension. Having a crush on Lee Minho was tough. He was famous amongst the girls, though he was oblivious, but what made it more tough was that now he was a worldwide famous idol. I couldn’t help but suppress those feeling but rather put the feeling of pure friendship in front of us. As the years went, I got used to it and never thought of it much.

But this time, today, now, I felt like the helpless teenager in love. The feelings that I kept buried down overflowed my heart and I couldn’t help but caress his face. My eyes were filled with love and my body was relaxed.

“Isn’t it funny how I like you back too?”, I said under my breath as I leaned in.

“It is. Completely unexpected”, he replied as he leaned in too.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“No, not this time”.

So that was how that 7 cats saw us flirting with each other for the rest of the day.

Lol, I had a boyfriend now.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids ff #minho #Lee Minho #minho x reader #lee know #lino x reader #kpop #fanfic #Bang Chan #Lee minho #Seo Changbin #Hwang Hyunjin #Han Jisung #Lee Felix #Kin Seungmin #Yang Jeongin

[yanderecandystore]

Avir with an s/o that likes to hop timelines for fun? Like everytime he tries to trap them in the snowglobe they’re like “no lol” and just head out

That's so chaotic and fun. Sure, let me see what I can do.

TW/Tags: Ngl, I don't think this would have a long plot, but it would be very fun regardless // short hc // pissy boo- // "I hate you but I kinda like you" dynamic // mentions of possible manipulation/blackmail/hostage // being trapped in a dream, without realizing it // [❄️🔮👁️]

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

World Hopper [Yandere!Eldritch OC (Azir) x Reader - Headcanon]:

Azir is a lot of things, including a dumbass. Now, you didn't hear it from me- But his ego is big enough to blind his judgement, so of course the idea of anyone being able to escape his perfect little prisons was inconceivable.

The idea that a mere mortal could be capable of constantly escaping his precious snow globes was completely absurd, if you told him that humans could be born with more abilities than for what he gives them credit for, he would probably have laughed at you.

This is so- Insulting! You're not only insulting him, but also his beautiful creations! It took him so long to be able to do them yet here you are- Mocking him and his favorite pastime.

He is very conflicted, he feels annoyed at seeing someone like you near him- But the temptation of getting you to stay trapped inside one sounds very appealing, it's like you're challenging him to try and catch you.

If you like hopping timelines so much, surely there must be some of each you hold dearest, maybe a place, a world of which you treat as your own home. There must be one dimension that you favor above every other one.

He can do so many things, he can take a essential piece of that reality you love so much, and- And threaten you by saying he'll destroy everything and everyone in it if you don't cooperate, or maybe he should just take said piece and use it for his next snow globe, surely won't have another option of not to stay still and live your mortal although very special life under the crystal dome. It's not like he won't take good care of it, he may create some chaos here and there, but if you act accordingly surely there won't be any issues.

He doesn't even know why he wants you to be in his possession, he just- Wants you. You're an anomaly that can teleport through timelines, it was as if you were a shiny rare collectionner's toy, a special edition. It would be idiotic for him to not take you as a pet of his own, after all, his "companions" would also be very found of you, and he isn't the type to share with anyone.

As I said, you were a special case, who knows what other eldritch creature would want to take you, he would even mock the idea of you refusing to be under his care considering how the other freaks would probably break you.

Listen, he is bad, but there is worse- At least that's what he tells you.

What if… What if he tricked you to get in one of them? There must be a way to trick you inside one, and give him enough time to give you fake memories, hell, he could even try to remove the memories of you ever hopping places!- Although, he is almost certain that it would be pretty painful, and it would be tedious to keep feeding you lies every day just so you can stop being a nuisance.

Even if the plan sounds like a lot of work to accomplish, he still considers how he would be able to do it, while also keeping this game with you "entertaining and fun".

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

#yandere #sheep stuff #sheep's stuff #yandere oc #yandere eldritch #yandere eldritch oc #yandere oc headcanon #yandere oc x reader #yandere eldritch x reader #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

[victorie552onepiecespeedrun]

Reading One Piece pt 337: Brothers

Chapter 585

Thoughts:

- Volume 60! (And year 2010. Man, I feel old)

- huh, character page looks totally different. There’s no Shanks, for once, and it looks like the whole volume will be  a Flashback Fest.

At least we know where each of Straw Hats are. Look at that:

Neat (except that Zolo nonsense)

- aww, Magellan and Hannyabal on the cover. I hope Magellan is doing better now, he wasn’t well after that break-out

- wow, humble beginnings of a Gum-Gum Pistol

- lol

- but it’s so nice they train together :)

- children so strong :D

- Narration kicked in, they mention Trash Mountain

- “Another city lies even father north but a huge stone wall blocks the road” wall? *intense Trump flashbacks* put it back, I don’t want it

- “Look! The trash is here! Let’s go treasure hunting!” – Supernatural fandom

- so city is more miserable than a trash mountain?

- “Trash hunters patrol the street” I’m starting to think living in the jungle is a better deal here

- lol, our boys did the “three kids in a trenchcoat” trick :D

- “And in the middle of that, surrounded by a high stone wall, is the highland, where the royal family and the aristocrats live.” Wow. Now I’m thinking Attack of Titan

- “This is the Kingdom of Goa. Thought to be the most beautiful land of the East Blue, it is spotlessly clean. It is considered a successful example of a society where everything unnecessary is removed.” Lies, all of it, aristocrats are still here. Give it a century or two and they’ll have their Red October :(

- so Windmill Village is in the Goa Kingdom but is super isolated? Good for Luffy I think, he had few years of normal childhood

- our kids are wreaking havoc. I kinda wish they didn’t go to the city, especially as CD are supposed to be here too

- “Sabo? Sabo! Wait! You’re alive! Come back home!” “!!” …what?

- “Who is that guy?” “Must have mistook me for somebody else!” LIEEEES give me the drama

- back in the jungle. Now Sabo is facing an interrogation :D

- “You sure you want to have secrets between us? TALK” THE DRAMA

- ! :D

- “You’re the son of an aristocrat?” “I am.” “…so?” …children these days

- “Both my parents are still alive. I’m no orphan. I wasn’t even born on Trash Mountain. That guy back there was my father.” Then why… are you here, Sabo? I mean, how did it even happen?

- “Why would an aristocrat run off to live at Trash Mountain?” right?

- is that a flashback inside a flashback. Did I fall into Naruto Universe

- oh, parents with ambitions. Horrible

- A knife? Yikes

- “All they care about is wealth and status. Not me! If I can’t marry a girl from a royal family, I’m no better than trash. So they forced me to study and take lessons every single day. Then they’d fight if I couldn’t learn fast enough. I was just a nuisance in that house.” so he ran away. Children in One Piece are hardcore

- “I may not be an orphan but I’ve always been alone. The aristocrats look down on Trash Mountain but it’s still better than that suffocating highland, living a strict regimented life year after year.” A golden cage, you say. It’s great Oda put it here but it’s weird to hear all this from a 10 year old

- but it explains the top hat :D

- “I want to see the world and write a book about it! And navigation is the one thing I like to study! Let’s get strong and become pirates!” aww, little Nami protoplast :)

- “You don’t have to convince me! I’m gonna be a pirate and win, win, win! I’ll be famous all over the world! I’ll prove my life’s worth something! No matter how many people in the world don’t approve of me, no matter how many hate me, I’m gonna become a great pirate and show them all!” oh Ace            

- “I won’t run away from anyone! I won’t lose to anyone! I don’t care if they call me a villain! I’ll make the whole world know my name!” is that me or does it sound like Zoro. Luffy really knew who he wanted in his crew, huh?

- well, what are your convictions, Luffy?

- “I want to be…” yes?

- …

- they didn’t tell us. That’s super rude

- but apparently it was funny

- whoops, they all want to be captains :D

- “We’ll decide our future in the future” famous last words, Ace

- excuse me, is that alcohol

- yep, it is

- “If you exchange cups, it makes you brothers.” !

- “When we become pirates, we may not be on the same ship together but the three of us will always be brothers!” this is great

- “No matter where we are or what we do, this bond will never be broken! Starting today… we’re brothers!”

- and so they were brothers

- beautiful montage of their lives together

- honestly, it looks like a good life

- wait, what is it

- Give Sabo back! Bluejam!” “Give him back? What nonsense is this? Sabo is my son!” …what

- HOW IS THAT… NO I DON’T CARE JUST LEAVE SABO ALONE YOU TRASH PARENT

- “I left of my own free will!” “You be quiet!” Where’s Robin when you need her to snap someone’s neck

- now you want to hurt my boys!?

- “Please, don’t hurt them! They’re my precious brothers!” “Sabo!”

From 0 to 100, as always.

rOP 336  rOP 338

#one piece #one piece speed read #one piece reaction #>:O #no #damn it they lived like trash racoons #but they were HAPPY TRASH RACOONS #why would you go and destroy it? #aaaaa #chapter 585 #one piece chapter 585 #585 #spoiler #spoilers #have a nice day #rOP 337 #now I have 46 Volumes of One Piece manga #yet I'm not even in the middle of the story #one piece man one piece

[echodrops]

The Promises I’m Making (2021 Edition)

So how about we all just pretend that 2020 did not happen and we all call it good to erase the year from our memories entirely? I’m game. But I’m also not going to let 2020 totally ruin a long-standing tradition (14 years as of 2021!), so here are my 50 resolutions for this year! When writing promises this year, I decided to go easy on myself, so if the promises aren’t quite as adventurous as normal, well... you know what happened.

2021 Promises

1) Complete the window well on the new basement window so I can finally call that project good.

2) Get the Utah house sprinklers working again to prevent dead grass.

3) Get the back fence back into place and the greenery trimmed.

4) Get the patio replaced before it honestly does just fall down on someone.

5) Get an official exercise routine including walking/jogging, please.

6) Related to the above, lose 15 pounds. Teaching from home basically meant I spent all of 2020 sitting in front of computer, not moving, and it shows...

7) Successfully use the new Roomba my parents got me to keep my floors cleaner. (So much... dog hair...)

8) Get my wisdom tooth removed. (Holy shit, please Echo...)

9) Get a haircut. (No, really, I didn’t get a haircut at all in 2020 and my hair is so long I’d make Sailor Mars jealous.)

10) Find a real doctor to renew my medicine prescriptions so I don’t have to use an asthma inhaler that expired two years ago... please... 

11) Fix the back Texas lawn because I let it get pretty bad.

12) For that matter, uhhhh, let me fix the front yard too.

13) Find a credenza for the foyer. Even if it’s expensive, just buy one already Echo.

14) Finish at least seven new books this year. (This goal feels so small, but when do I ever get time to just sit down and read nowadays?)

15) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them.

16) Get a decent paper shredder to shred old mail.

17) Talk to an HR rep about my retirement savings so that I can consolidate my retirement accounts.

18) Do at least one artwork to actually use that new paint program I bought.

19) Get the dishwasher fixed... even if I don’t quite know what’s wrong with it.

20) Pay my credit card down by at least 1/2. I made good progress this last year but I need to get it down a lot more before I’ll really be feeling good again.

21) Have all class changes and updates done before classes begin so I only have to worry about grading, not prep too. (There’s always new prep... I never get a break...)

22) Get the toilet in the Texas house fixed as well as the water heater checked because the shower in the back bathroom is cold, blech.

23) Help King lose weight to help with his arthritis. Aim for 85 pounds!

24) See a groove-billed ani. (It’s another type of bird.)

25) Make it to 3000 followers on tumblr. Can I do it? Maybe if I posted actual content once in a while…

26) Update HaaH at least once. Please. At least once...

27) Force Convince my father to fix the fixture in my parents’ front bathroom so my mother will finally stop complaining to me about the leaking sink.

28) Buy a new pair of shoes. I’ve literally worn the same pair of shoes almost every day for the last four years and it’s like... time to let them go.

29) Finish streaming the Fruits Basket remake with Kacchan.

30) Finish the other two QEP courses I was offered because bonus money...

31) Save up to finally buy one of those Ember heated tea mugs.

32) Help my parents save money on their bills by consolidating their services and making some calls to retention of these companies for them.

33) Get vaccinated for Coronavirus as soon as the vaccine is available.

34) Play the new TWEWY game (if it isn’t delayed)--I’m so excited!

35) Find a way to spend more time with my coworker. She does so much for me; I really need to repay her kindness more.

36) Do a video chat and bake with Kacchan since we can’t meet in person to bake together this year!

37) Learn to take better FFXIV screenshots. I need to learn how to use Gposers. XD

38) I will go birdwatching at least six times this year.

39) I will use the exfoliating mask and sugar scrubs I was given for Christmas. I will this time, I really will!!

40) I will get my kitty Gremory to the vet because there’s something not quite right with his claws and I want it checked out.

41) Get a bedframe for the new guest bedroom bed I was able to buy.

42) Eat fewer snacks in 2021--stop buying Oreos, Echo. You can do it.

43) Help ensure that the Todoroki family zine makes it out to everyone who ordered and we are able to close out that zine project strong!

44) Get all of the wolf mounts in FFXIV, finally. I never bothered to grind these at all lol.

45) I will help my mother go through all the family’s Christmas things because the house is so overloaded with Christmas stuff it’s actually becoming a big nuisance. (My family’s Christmas obsession could probably be a plot of a Christmas comedy movie at this point...)

46) Actually watch the Downton Abbey movie, finally. 

47) Take ten “really good” photographs this year.

48) Spend more time with my aunt; we don’t see each other nearly enough.

49) A promise provided by a friend: “Try a new Mexican dish. One that doesn’t have mole on it, for once.”

50) I will keep these promises. LOLLLLL.

#50 promises #new year's resolutions #IRL stuff #please 2021 #don't hurt me

[hallospaceboyy]

Zelda Spellman x Female mortal reader. Coffee shop AU. Pleaseeee & thank you!!

Lol, I'm sorry if smut was not what you were looking for with this prompt, but apparently u say Zelda and coffee shop AU and I immediately imagine Zelda waltzing in like the force she is and taking reader in a supply closet. So there ya go. I hope you enjoy!

You couldn’t help but notice the redhead that had become a regular at the quaint coffee shop you worked at. She had an air of confidence about her, the mere way she held herself a command for attention, and you noticed many people stare, but it only seemed to be you that she paid the same attention to. A week or so of serving her coffee, and she introduced herself. Another week went by, and you found yourself holding pleasant conversation with her, found her a little less intimidating, and a little more fascinating, and a lot more distracting.

Zelda had been on your mind since you started your shift, and just a little after 10am, the bell above the door jingled and in she struts, her green eyes darting directly to you, and smirking as you immediately grow flustered, and drop the stack of paper cups you had been holding. She leaned against the counter casually, watching you pick them up and dust off the knees of your jeans.

“Hi, Zelda. The usual?” You ask, flashing her a bright grin.

“Yes Y/N dear, thank you. I think I’ll sit in here and drink it today, actually,” You set about making her usual plain black coffee, in an antique looking floral cup and saucer that your place of work had become quite famous for in Greendale, and you try not to tremble as you felt Zelda's gaze on your back, suddenly all too aware of the lack of other customers, leaving you and Zelda alone.

“Take a seat if you like, I’ll bring it over,” Turning to look at her, you saw that her gaze had wandered quite low, and you flushed at the thought of Zelda Spellman checking out your ass. You expected the woman to be embarrassed that you had so obviously caught her brazenly ogling you, but she didn’t seem at all fazed, just met your eye with her usual devilish smirk and winked, making your blush deepen. She strolled away from the counter, taking a seat at the table closest, and resumes watching you. “Just you in today, Y/N?”

“Oh, yeah. Jenny's off sick, and there’s a carnival on the other side of town, so I’m not expecting to be busy. I just said I'd work the whole day and lock up. I have no plans, as usual,” You shrug, realising how pathetic you must sound, fairly new in town and basically friendless, a recluse for someone so young. But Zelda's eyes are warm when you turn, and she’s still regarding you with an interest no one had really shown you before. Her eyes rake down your body again as you bring her drink over, and wipe your hands on your apron.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” She looks as if about to say more, but shuts her mouth abruptly as a group of people set the bell ringing as they enter, frowning in their direction as if they were causing her a nuisance. You smiled apologetically at her, and she winked again, turning her attentions to her coffee and leaving you to serve the waiting customers, and trying your best not to let Zelda distract you as she sat with pursed lips, blowing on her coffee, you took their orders You glance up and nod in Zelda's direction some time later, when she had finished her coffee. You notice her glancing at the opening hours on the door as she left.

*

The mind-numbingly boring day was now over, and you gave a sigh of relief as you changed the sign from open to closed that hung on the door, and start overturning chairs to place on tables, ready to sweep and mop the floor. You always liked the end of the day. Not only because it meant nearly home time, but because this part of Greendale was always quiet come early evening, and being 6pm now, the street outside was almost deserted. The carnival across town probably helped. You revelled in the solitude, getting on with the general cleaning and tidying uninterrupted.

But just as you had finished sweeping, you were interrupted. The bell jingled, and you realise that although you had flipped the sign, and put your keys in the door, you had forgotten to actually lock it. You heard the lock click now, from your current place in the supply closet, and your heart was immediately in your throat, your breath becoming erratic as you started to panic. You peered out, and gave a sigh of relief when you saw Zelda standing there, a hand pressed over your heart.

“Fuck I thought you were gonna rob me!” Your voice was shaky, and you giggled nervously, stepping fully out of the closet, your hand still in place over your heart as you waited for its beating to regulate.

“Such foul language from a pretty mouth,” That devilish smirk was back again, and she took a few steps closer to you now, a cloud of perfume filling your lungs. “Sorry, sweet. I didn’t mean to startle you,”

“Is there something I can do for you, Zelda?” Your face was bright red now at her remark, realising your slip of the tongue and she chuckled. Her hand came out and brushed a stray curl behind your ear, and she licked her red painted lips when your breath hitched in your throat.

“Do forgive me if I’m being presumptuous,” Confused, you open your mouth to ask what on earth she's talking about, and then her lips are on yours, and her hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, crushing your body against hers. She instantly takes advantage of your parted lips, and slips her tongue into your mouth, and you whine into her. She tastes divine – of cigarettes, and coffee, and... cake, which you assume must be due to the sister she had told you about that’s an avid baker. Your hands slide into her auburn curls, and you tug unintentionally when she nips your lower lip, a heat pooling in your lower abdomen as she groans. You eventually come up for air, flushed and breathless, and you bite your lip, wondering if now is the moment that you’re supposed to let her go, but you don’t want to, and she isn’t showing any signs of doing so either. Instead, her hands roam lower, moving to grip your ass and she gives it a firm squeeze. You close your eyes and gasp, and she chuckles, low and sexy and begins to back you towards the still open supply closet behind you. “I'll take your enjoyment as confirmation that I was right in thinking you find me irresistible,”

You laugh, and kiss her again, hoping that will be answer enough, as you’re not entirely sure that your words won’t fail you right now, in this position, with this woman that you have been crushing on since you first set eyes on her a few weeks ago. You're now both standing in the closet, and Zelda shuts the door firmly behind her, and when she turns back to you, her eyes are dark with lust, and she tugs the strings of the apron and lifts it off. She pushes you against the shelving forcefully, immediately bringing her thigh up to press between your legs, and you throw your head back and moan. Your hand clutches her hair again when her mouth meets your neck, and she begins to lick and suck there, all teeth and tongue, and you know there’ll be more than a few pretty marks left there when she’s done with you. Her hand squeezes your breast, letting out a groan of delight as she finds you bra-less beneath your t-shirt, quickly removing her hand to snake it beneath your shirt before replacing it on your bare breast. Her nails scrape over your nipple, and you keen under her touch, feeling almost overwhelmingly hot in the confines of the closet, but not daring ask her to stop. You don't want her to - would happily burn up in this tiny space with her.

Before you know it, deft hands are unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down your legs, and you have to grip the shelving behind you to keep yourself up as she lifted your feet one by one to remove them. You’re not sure if the sudden inability to balance is due to the standing on one leg, or the sight of the redhead crouched below you, her face so close to your cunt. She smirks as if reading your thoughts, green eyes meeting yours as she rakes her nails down your thighs, and then presses her firm kiss to your core over your thin lace underwear. You let out a strangled moan, trying desperately to keep your eyes open, needing to see her, to watch her make you come apart. Zelda pulls your underwear down your legs slowly, teasingly, and you find yourself rubbing your thighs together, the desperation for some friction becoming too much. A firm smack lands on your thigh and you whine as she pushes your thighs apart again.

“Patience, little girl,” She whispers, and then her mouth is on you, licking the length of your slit, and then wiggling it between, teasing your clit with the tip of her tongue. You pant and moan, your hips bucking against her, and her slender fingers grip you, keeping you still, holding you up. She hitches your leg up onto her shoulder for better access, digging her nails into your ass as she continues her ministrations on your sensitive nub, and you try so hard not to wriggle beneath her, but you can’t help it, and her fingers have a bruising hold on you now. Your stomach flips at the anticipation of seeing all the marks blooming tomorrow, marks of Zelda, and how she made you come. You can feel your orgasm building now, her tongue licking and sucking at your cunt eagerly, and her groans of pleasure vibrate against your clit. You open your eyes and look down at Zelda, feel her smirk against you, meet her green gaze with pupils blown, and teeter over the edge. “Fuck, Zelda! Yes, yes!” Wave after wave of pleasure courses through you, and she chuckles against you as you ride out your orgasm, enjoying her name mixed with obscenities flowing from your lips.

Zelda rises from her knees, pressing herself against your body, still twitching in the aftermath of your orgasm, and she presses a hungry kiss to your parted, panting lips, and you taste yourself on her tongue as you suck on it. Her smudged red lips leave yours, and you bite back a whine. She holds up your underwear, hanging from a single delicate finger, and winks at you as you take them with a trembling hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for my coffee,” She turns to leave, and then looks back at you, flicking a perfect curl over her shoulder. “Although I must say, you taste infinitely better than the coffee,” You flush bright red and she grins, leaving you spent and panting, still clutching your underwear in your hand.

#zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman #zelda phiona spellman #caos #caos fanfiction #reader insert #coffee shop AU #smut

[thotsforvillainrights]

*crawls out of the cave of ao3 and now moving to the dark void of tumblr* yoooooo, I see u write shigaraki smut 👀 could u do rough & pet play? love the blog so far, keep up the good work and happy late? birthday! 💕❤💞💕💓💗❤💋💞

[Thank you for the birthday wishes! You’re not too late. It’s only 10:34 p.m where I am right now lol. Anyway, here’s my second only smut scenario. Let’s hope I get better and not worse lol]

~Obedience~

-Tomura Shigaraki smut-

Obedience-compliance with an order, request, or law or submission to another's authority. 

All day long he had to deal with your bullshit. Those teasing looks you sent his way when you licked your lips and then the way you pretended to be innocent whenever the others would talk to you. The way that you rubbed your (s/c) thighs together in those shorts, and the way you gently brushed your hand on his body every time you passed him by. The final straw was when you sent him filthy pictures of yourself when you wrote it off as a quick bathroom break. Now you got to come back to the room and watch him squirm as he tried to hide the growing boner you had just given him. Oh believe me, he was certainly going to repay you for every naughty little thing you did to him today once you two got back to your apartment. That was your whole plan at least. 

That’s exactly why you got so giddy when Tomura called you just now. You answered the phone in the most adorable voice you could muster. “Tomu-kun! I’m so happy you called before you went out! I hope you come back soon so I can give you lots of cuddles and-”

“Cut the shit y/n. I know that you know exactly what the hell you were doing back there. When I get home, I want you on that bed stripped down and waiting for me. I’m not coming for cuddles, I’m coming home to fuck you raw.” Then he abruptly hung up the phone leaving you completely heated up and waiting eagerly for his return. It didn’t take too much longer before he arrived back home. He smiled at the sight of you obeying his very wishes as soon as he entered the bedroom. “Well, what do I have here eh? My very own, horny little pet. Just for me~” Tomura closed the door and locked it behind himself. It wasn’t so anyone could come in (since you two lived alone), but it was more to insinuate the fact that there was no escape from him now. He smirked darkly and slowly took off his black jacket. Then he slipped off those red shoes and circled around the bed to place a plastic bag on the table. “Even though you’ve been a naughty pet today, I still went out and got you a gift. You should be thankful that I’m such a nice master.” He gently stroked the side of your cheek before reaching into the bag and pulling out three things. 

“Put this on.” He demanded curtly. You immediately obeyed him, shaking from the intensity of his stare. He was a predator in his prime, and you were his prey. You quickly slipped the mouse ear headband on your head, and then went to tie the tail belt around your naked waist. Finally, you put on the plush mouse gloves and crawled over to where Shigaraki sat on the side of the bed. “Good little mouse. Now why don’t you get on the floor like the filthy mouse you are and suck master’s cock as a little ‘thank you’ to him for getting you such a cute gift.” It was more like a filthy demand rather than a suggestion. You did as you were told, and sat on your hands and knees in front of him. He smirked and split his legs open to reveal the print of his member begging to released from the confines of those black jeans.You unbuttoned his pants and let him help shimmy them down to his ankles. You gently (yet firmly) grabbed his member through his underwear and worked your hands. That didn’t last long because he quickly gripped the back of your neck and glared down at you. “Don’t be a nuisance. I’ve been waiting for you all day. Stop playing around and give it to me, or else I’ll make your punishment even worse, pet” You nodded and rolled his underwear down to let his member free. He shivered at the cold air that hit the head, but soon found his relief in the warmth of your mouth. You took a little more than the head, and rolled your tongue around it before flicking the tip once or twice and hearing the low, raspy groan leave his throat. You decided to be obedient and not tease him too long so you took as much of his length as you could. 

“Mmmmm fuck...” He reached down to grip your shoulders as he rolled his hips into your face. “fuck...” He threw his head back and let out a few more raspy moans. He gripped your shoulders more tightly and started panting, barely able to let out any words aside from some swears. You thought he simply wanted to be blown off until he quickly removed himself from your mouth, stood up, and lifted you onto the bed. “Did you think I was going to finish just now?” He asked before laying a rough slap on the round of you (s/c) ass. “I wasn’t kidding around with you when I said I would fuck you raw earlier. Now put that face to the mattress and lift that ass up like a good little mouse. You’re already too far gone in this cat’s trap to disobey me now.” You knew any form of hesitation on your part would result in Tomura getting rougher, so you quickly did just as you were told. You could hear the sound of him opening the plastic bag again and pulling out something. You knew exactly that it was condoms as soon as you heard him furiously rip the paper open. Without any hesitation, he immediately shoved himself into you, quickly bottoming out with a loud groan. “Ohhhh, my little pet. It’s about time you learned your place.” Before you could even think to reply, he was setting a fairly fast pace, ramming his lanky hips into you. He was determined to rip moans out of your sweet throat, and hear his name being thrown around so carelessly in the midst of your pleasure.

That’s just what you did.

“Tomu-Tomura. Ugh, Tomura, Tomura! F-fuck, Tomu...” You couldn’t even finish his name half of the time before you were launched into another moaning fit. Meanwhile, he was already reaching a nearly overpowering end just from feeling the way you clenched around him as he pounded mercilessly into you. He reached down and gripped your neck just firmly enough to get his point across, but not firm enough to kill you. His other hand stayed glued to your hip, fingernails digging into your skin to surely leave marks afterwards. “Do you want to cum for master?” Tomura managed to groan out in between his moans. “mmmmhaaa...!” You couldn’t even give him a proper response. He picked up the speed, making the sounds of skin slapping together and squelching even louder than before. “I asked you a question, pet. Do you want to cum for master?!?!” He gripped harder. You didn’t even answer him. You simply came extremely hard, letting one last rugged moan tear from your throat. Tomura finished right afterwards, letting out a growl that wasn’t too far off from what your sound. 

“Good pet.” 

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#tomura shigaraki #shigiraki tomura #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #smut #lov #league of villains #bnha #mha #my hero academia smut #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha shigaraki

[chickensarentcheap]

Best Part of Me - Chapter 1 (Six Months Later)

HUGE THANK YOU TO @tragiclyhip FOR THE AMAZING BANNER! BEAUTIFUL AS ALWAYS <3

WARNINGS: PROFANITY, Daddy Tyler (and not in the perverted way, so if that’s what you’re looking for, move along), fluff (is that a warning? lol)

TAGGING: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y​, @alievans007​, @thunderintheshadows​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​

The school is two blocks from the centre of Cooktown; a one story U shaped building situated on a dead end with two acres of fenced in green space and a large, elaborate playground. It's four miles from home, and while normally the kids take the bus, Tyler finds himself parking downtown to avoid the crowded street and parking, then back tracking. Crowds still bother him; too many strangers, too much noise, too much activity. His hyper-vigilance still very much a nuisance; instincts and reflexes always on high alert when away from the comfort and familiarity of home. A combination of new meds have helped considerably; he is no longer as agitated, his temper doesn't flare up as easily, and his anxiety attacks were less frequent.

Keeping busy helps. There is always something to do with fifteen acres of property, five kids to help raise, and a small side business that he and Ovi started together. He doesn't have the time to be bored or to allow his mind to slip away to the 'bad place'; caught up with being domestic and the familiarity and routine that comes with it He finds that he thrives on those things. Craves them, in fact. More than he ever thought that he would. Night is when things get especially hard; when everyone else is at rest and the pain and the lingering sleep issues keep him awake. He has time to think then. An opportunity to think about the life he had before. It's not that he misses it. There's no desire to return; he doesn't miss travelling the world, spending time away from his family, hurting people, killing people. But after so many years, the job has become so ingrained in him that letting go is proving to be harder than  he thought it would.

When he arrives at the school, he lets himself into the property through the back gate, taking a winding cobblestone walkway to the side of the building; where he'd meet the kids instead of them being ushered to one of the waiting buses, joining dozens of other parents that wait for the dismissal bell. Half  a year later and he still finds himself scanning the crowd and the surroundings; eyes taking in everything around him, brain always at the ready to spot anything even remotely suspicious or could be considered a potential threats. Even on a school yard or at a park, he's always on alert, filled with that lingering fear and worry that there is always the chance that someone is watching or waiting to catch him off guard. So he notices -as he always does on the rare pick up day- the attention that he garners.  It's always from the mothers; the running joke at home that he's the 'insanely hot dad on the playground'.   He's heavier now; a total of twenty-five points since Dhaka six years ago. Ninety percent of the extra weight being solid muscle.  He carries it well; mostly through the chest, arms, and shoulders.  Even in a simple pair of weathered jeans and a plain grey t-shirt it's noticeable, and he sees the way a couple of mothers huddle together and begin whispering between one another, sizing him up the entire time.

Adeline begins to fuss in the baby carrier he sports. She's two weeks old; impossibly tiny -a mere five pounds, ten ounces when she was born- and so much like her mother. A head full of dark, wavy hair, enormous dark eyes and the splatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose. The 'odd duck' they often affectionately tease; the other four looking -and for the most part acting- just like him.  He lifts the corner of the receiving blanket shielding her from the sun, a palm gently cupping the back of her head, his thumb repeatedly brushing against her ear; effectively lulling her back to sleep before covering her back up. The only thing visible two tiny bare feet poking out from the bottom of the blanket.

The mothers take it as a sign to make their move, and soon he has half a dozen surrounding him. All wanting to see the baby, all asking questions at once:  Name. Age. What kind of sleeper? What kind of eater? How many siblings?.  Each of them reacting with wide, shocked eyes when he tells them that she's the last of five. It's surreal even to him sometimes.  A little over six years ago he was close to putting a gun to his head, now he's attending soccer games and dance recitals and getting up in the middle of the night to change diapers and fetch bottles.

Millie is out shortly after the bell rings, chatting and laughing with classmates as she steps through the door. A My Little Pony backpack over her shoulders and Spiderman sandals on her feet; another drawing for the fridge clasped tightly in her hand. Out of the three older kids, she's the one that has adapted the best. Easily making friends, impressing the teacher with how intelligent and athletic she is, but never taking any shit from the bigger kids and the bullies on the playground.  And she gives him a bright smile when she sees him, stopping momentarily to remove her shoes and stuff them in her backpack, then racing over in her bare feet.

“Hi daddy!” she chirps, and he wraps an arm around her waist and effortlessly hoists her up onto his hip. She takes his face in her hands, kissing him noisily before peeking under the receiving blanket. “Hi Addie,” she whispers, and then leans in to give her baby sister a peck on the nose. She'd been relieved when she hadn't gotten another brother. There'd been no need to trade this one in for a puppy.

“Let her sleep,” Tyler says, and places Millie on the ground. “Don't wake her up.”

She begins waving her classmates over to see her baby sister, and he finds himself crouching down to give the curious five and six year old's a look. His oldest proudly boasting about her 'brand spanking new' sibling and instructing them not to wake her up 'or else'. Tyler isn't sure what 'or else' means, but usually at home it's a warning to her brothers that she's about to kick some ass.

When he stands up, Millie's teacher is approaching. Young -late twenties to early thirties at the most- all long legs and torso and tiny waist; long blond hair always pulled back into a ponytail or tossed up into a messy bun. Always friendly. If not a little too friendly. Way too chatty and a little too 'touchy feely' as far as he's concerned. And he wonders if maybe that's just her personality; flirtatious by nature.

“Oh shit,” Millie grumbles, and rolls her eyes before giving a fake smile and an overly sweet, “Hello Miss Pence,” as her teacher arrives on the scene.

“Amelia,” she greets, and the soon to be six year old glares at her. “How nice of you to bring your dad along.”

She issues a sigh of exasperation. “I didn't bring him. He came to get us.”

“Don't be mouthy,” Tyler scolds, and she gives a pout and then wraps her arms around one of his thighs, her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed as she stares daggers at her teacher.

“We haven't seen you in a long time,” Miss Pence gushes, and Tyler moves his arm away when she attempts to place her hand on it.

“I've been busy.”

“I've heard. Baby number five! Is this her?”

“Don't touch her,” Millie snaps. “My sister is sleeping.”

“She's sleeping,” Tyler confirms, and plucks the edge of the blanket out of the woman's hand before she can pull it back.

“And just so you know,” Millie continues. “My daddy is married. To my mom.”

“Okay...that's enough...” he gently admonishes his daughter. “Watch your tone with people. Easy now.”

“We're having problems with that,” Miss Pence sighs. “She's so smart but she gets....well, you know....so mouthy.”

“Only to people who deserve it,” Millie defends herself.

Tyler lays a hand on the back of his daughter's head, giving the teacher a polite smile. “My wife and I will take care of it.”

“If you ever want to call me so we can chat one one one about it, I can give you my...”

“My wife and I will take care of it,” he repeats, and the young blond holds her hands up in surrender and slinks away.

“What?” Millie asks innocently when he looks down at her. “I don't like her. I don't like how she looks at you, daddy.”

“Yeah? And I don't like you talking to her like you did. That's your teacher. You don't talk like that to your teacher. To anyone.”

“Well I don't like how she looks at you and I don't think mommy would like it either. And she was going to wake Addie up! What...” she places her hands on her hips and glares at him “...if she asks you out on a date?”

“I'm married. To your mom.”

“Miss Pence doesn't care.'

“Well, I do. I'm married to your mom and I'm staying married to your mom. So....”

“She probably wants to kiss you,” Millie huffs “And do other things. That make babies.”

He frowns, opening his mouth to reprimand her, only to be interrupted by the twins -already bare foot- racing towards them, accompanied by their teacher' a short, portly woman with shoulder length grey hair. A surprisingly  tender and sweet woman despite her harsh appearance and constant stern expression.

“We had another one of those days,” she sighs, and lays a hand on TJ's head. “Not as bad as the others, but bad enough. Threw a chair, turned over a desk. I know things have been hard on him over the past few months. But we're running out of options and the principal is running out of patience.”

He wants to say 'fuck the principal'; the kid had just turned five, and was still struggling to adapt to a new life, in a new country, thousands of miles away from the only home he'd ever known. They're all struggling. In one way or the other.

“Dylan Patterson called me stupid,” TJ explains. “Twice! So...” he shrugs. “...I got mad.”

“Mad is never a good option,” his teacher says, and lays her hands on his shoulders. “And violence is never the answer.”

Tyler smirks. He wants to ask her if she's ever heard of killing two people with one garden rake. But he decides against it.

“I heard him say it, daddy,” Tanner speaks up. “I heard him call Teej stupid.”

“You just saying that because he's your brother and you want to protect him, or...”

“No! He really said it!” Tanner insists. “I heard him. I wouldn't lie about that.”

It's true. The kid never lies. Always coming clean and fessing up for things that he does.

“Daddy,” Millie tugs at his arm, and motions for him to lean down, then presses her mouth to his ear once he does. “Dylan Patterson is a dick head. He's mean to everyone.”

He frowns. “You're sure?”

Millie nods, then bounces up and down on her heels, obviously proud of herself for solving the problem.

Tyler decides to dismiss the teacher and her concerns. For now. TJ's problems are no secret. Behavioural issues that had seemed to start out of nowhere and just escalating; a hair trigger temper that he can't seem to control and doctors seem at a loss when it comes to treating.  They -parents and physicians alike- keep hoping it will pass; that being in a new house, new school, new country will just get easier on him and his problems with pass as quickly as they developed. Or that as he matures, he'll mellow out.  

“Okay guys...we gotta go...” he checks backpacks; making sure they have everything they need to come home with them and there won't need to be any trips back. Lunch bags, shoes, homework. The latter seeing absurd for that kids that young. “...we gotta pick some things up for mommy.”   He lays a hand on the back of Millie's head, gently moving her in front of him, the twins sidling up beside him, each grabbing a pocket on his jeans.

“I hope you and your wife will talk about this!” TJ's teacher calls after them. “We need to get a handle on this!”

He gives a polite, tight lipped smile over his shoulder, then looks down at the kids and grumbles, “Let's get the fuck out of here.”

All three kids burst into hysterical laughter.

****

They run errands in town; picking up a small load of groceries for that night's dinner and breakfast in the morning, and a special treat for mommy at her favourite store in town:  a small cafe that caters in cupcakes and nothing but. Afterwards Tyler takes them to the park; a chance for them to expel any excess energy that school didn't flush out of their systems. It's empty and he's grateful for that; even the smallest of interactions at the school have him feeling anxious. All the mothers that had flocked around him, the 'too friendly teacher', having to listen to someone fake sincerity when talking about his son's issues. He prefers keeping to himself; the occasional trip into town for groceries or prescriptions or things at the hardware store more than enough to fulfill his desire to be out in the public. Craving solitude; perfectly content to just stay in his own or on his own property.  He knows that isn't logical; he needs to be a functioning member of society and the only way to heal some of the past pain and trauma was to get out of his comfort zone. To challenge himself.    And he hadn't even realized just how deeply his mental issues effected him until one day the mere idea of going into a grocery store was enough to bring on a panic attack; the thought of the crowd and the noise and having to actually talk to people.

It's disheartening, to say the least. When you look in the mirror and no longer recognize yourself. He'd thought that it would be different; the job and the horrors that often came with it turning him into a tougher person, not a weaker one.  It doesn't matter how strong he was on the outside; on the inside he often feels weak and vulnerable and absolutely fucking hates it.  Even at an empty park he can't fully relax; eyes constantly scanning the treeline instead of concentrating solely on his children, attention diverted from them with each car or pedestrian that passes by.  He despises it; the seemingly constant state of alertness. By now he'd thought it would be getting better; it's been six months since he's left the job. But it only seems to be getting worse.

Still, he toughens it out; planting a smile on his face, trying his best to acknowledge every time one of the kids yells 'daddy look!', resisting the urge to constantly survey his surroundings.  

He's sitting on one of the park benches -baby laying along his as he feeds her from a bottle he'd brought with him from the car- when his namesake saunters over, yawning loudly as he plops down beside. Lying down on his side with his legs tucked into his core, head resting on Tyler's thigh; reaching out to take hold of the bottle, so his dad can drape his arm over him.

“What's up?” Tyler asks, as he rubs his son's shoulder. “Tired?”

TJ shrugs.

“You wanna talk about what's going on at school? Because what the fuck, mate?”

TJ looks up at him, grinning.

“Don't tell your mom I say that word around you guys, okay?”

“Okay,” TJ agrees, and once against rests his cheek on Tyler's leg.

“You can't do sh...things...like that at school. You can't do them anywhere. Not even at home. I know you get pissed off but you can't freak out like that. Throw chairs and desks and sh...stuff...like that. You just can't.  You hear me?”

“I can't help it,” his son says. “I really can't.”

“What do you mean you can't? You know what you're doing, yeah? Well if you know what you're doing, you can help it. You've got to calm down. Take a breath when you feel like that. Ask the teacher to leave the room. We talked about this. More than once.”

“I can't help it,” TJ insists. “It just happens. I just get so mad. I get so mad and I just do things.”

“What makes you mad?”

“I don't know. Lots of stuff. When there's too much noise and I can't hear the teacher. When someone chews their food too loud. When someone says mean things. Not just me but to other people. Makes me want to punch them right in the face!”

“Well let's not go around punching people in the face, okay? You need to learn to calm yourself down. You can't act like that. Not at school, not at home, not anywhere. Do you see me throwing stuff around when I get mad?”

“No. You just yell a lot. And really loud too.”

“Okay, well that's not exactly the best way to handle things either,” Tyler admits. “I shouldn't yell like that. Especially not at your mom. And especially not at you guys. It's scary, yeah? When I yell?”

“A little,” TJ says. “It's a little scary.”

It hurts his heart to hear that; he remembers being a scared little boy hiding in his bedroom closet as his father went on rampages. But he never stopped at just yelling; he took things that extra step, using his fists and his feet and anything he could get his hands on to terrorize Tyler's mother. And eventually Tyler himself. And he swore he'd never be like that. That he would never, ever cause that same kind of torment.

“I hate my brain,” his son laments.  “I hate how it works. It doesn't work right.”

Tyler sighs. He can understand that feeling; his own brain is a fucking disaster.  He can't help but wonder if maybe some of this is his fault. If maybe he's always been messed up but it didn't surface until he was older. If maybe Austin's cancer and his abandonment of him had been what kick started the whole thing.  And if maybe he's the reason why TJ is the way he is. That he's passed down some damaged gene that is causing his namesake the issues he's going through.  

There it is. Guilt. It always finds him. Regardless of the situation.

“You'll fix it, right daddy?” TJ asks, those blue eyes full of tears as he looks up at him. “My brain? You'll fix it right?”

Tyler gives him a reassuring smile and leans down to press a kiss to his son's forehead. “I'll do my best, mate.”

****

She's in the kitchen when they arrive home, engaged in a heated discussion with someone over the phone. Leaning stomach first against the island, cordless phone pressed to her ear, a pad of paper in front of her, alternating between twirling a pen between her fingers and angrily tapping it against the granite.  Declan on the floor between her feet; busily -and happily- emptying out the entire contents of the pots and pans cupboard. And she glances up as they all enter, giving a small, weary smile before turning her attention back to the phone call at hand.  

He sets the baby carrier on the floor and tends to the kids' usual after school routines. It's something so simple and seemingly mundane, yet he likes the simplicity of it. The same thing, every day. Nothing unexpected. He'd spent too many years dealing with that kind of bullshit; things going wrong, having to think quick in order to keep himself (and sometimes others) alive, always having to 'expect the unexpected'.  Now even the simplest of things gives him a sense of stability and calm. Even if it is unpacking school bags and cleaning out lunch pails, getting the kids to take their homework outside onto the back porch, and setting them up with the snacks that Esme has already laid out on their favourite coloured plates.

“They put me on fucking hold,” she whispers to Tyler as he steps back into the kitchen, laying a hand on her hip and pressing a kiss to the side of her head in greeting. “Twice! Fucking twice! You should talk to these assholes.”

“You're way scarier than I am,” he teases, and crouches down to clean up the mess that Declan has made; it's the OCD tendencies that have cropped up with the PTSD; a need for cleanliness and organization, which are extremely hard things to achieve with five kids in the house.

“They're such dicks,” Esme grumbles, and then giggles and directs a kick in his direction when he presses a kiss to the back of her neck, the scruff of his beard scraping against the sensitive skin.  “Do you mind?” she squeals and wriggles away when she feels the scratch against the back of her other knee. “And would you get your son out of there? He's been a little shit since we woke up. Getting into everything. Dumping the dog food, dumping the water bowl, getting into the toilet.”

“He's a ginger, what did you expect?”  he scoops Declan up off the floor, a hand on the back of that strawberry blond head as he presses a kiss to the toddler's cheek. “Aren't they all trouble?”  

“Well if you hadn't have left me alone with the cable man, he would have been yours,” she retorts, and then gives him a wink and a playful slap to the stomach.  

“Who are you talking to anyway?” Tyler asks, as he slips Declan into his high chair, tightly securing the straps. The kid is fearless and way too smart for his own good; able to get himself out of even the toughest of situations. Tall and solid. Impossibly strong for someone so young.

“Well I'm not actually talking to anyone right now. But it's the school board. About your son.”

“Yeah....apparently he had  'one of those days',” he makes air quotes around the last four words, then grabs a bottle of water and a cup of juice out of the fridge; handing the latter to Declan.  

“He's been having one of those days three times a week for six months,” Esme sighs, and begins tapping the pen even harder against the counter top. 'And you're telling me that they can't help him? Like that's their bloody job.  Hi...yes...hello...” she rolls her eyes as someone finally comes back on the line, her voice sugary sweet but her facial expression clearing indicating she's ready to commit a homicide.

He unbuckles the baby from the carrier and lays her along his forearm, body swaying back and forth ever so slightly as he stands at the sliding glass door watching the three oldest as they huddle together; more chatting and giggling than doing actual homework. He can vividly remember each one when they were as young as the one currently in his arms. It seems like a lifetime ago; bringing Millie home from the hospital, to that little apartment just outside of Sydney, scared shitless about being a father again. He'd never thought he'd get another shot at it; his first time around had ended horribly and he didn't think he deserved another chance at being a dad. He didn't sleep for months after she came home, terrified that something would happen to her if he dare closed his eyes. Obsessively checking on her every on the hour to make sure she was still breathing.

It had gotten a little easier with the twins; he wasn't as anxious and paranoid once Tanner was well enough to be released from the special care nursery.  And by the time Declan arrived, he;d hit his stride; much more comfortable with being a dad to a newborn, not panicking if the baby slept through the night, no longer having nightmares of something bad happening to them.

Addie is different though. Impossibly tiny; much more fragile and vulnerable than any of her siblings had seemed. She looks up at him as he holds her, those huge dark eyes locked on his, as if burrowing into his very soul. And he adjusts his hold on her; placing her against his chest, a forearm under her bum, a palm on the back of her head. Pressing a kiss to her cheek and closing his eyes ; enjoying that small moment between him and his daughter. His last child. The smell that clings to her clothes and hair, the feel of her soft breath against him, and how those tiny fists clutch at his t-shirt and she nestles her face into his shoulder.

“I understand that the school is getting frustrated,” Esme says behind him, and he turns to watch her, amused by the way she multitasks; easily moving between activities, never losing her stride. The phone held to her ear with her shoulder, pulling things out of the fridge for dinner, grabbing Declan goldfish crackers for a snack, snagging a bottle of water for herself. “But believe me, no one is as frustrated as we are,” she continues. “We've been waiting four months to get into a developmental pediatrician closer to home and we are not taking our five year old all the way to Sydney to see some biased hack that the board has in its back pocket.”

Tyler grins as he listens to her; feisty, tenacious. Two of the things that he'd initially attracted to. She'd walked into his place in the outback as if she'd owned it, not the slightest bit put off by his dismissive demeanour or the sight of the bottles of medication and booze. A five foot nothing spitfire that weighed a buck twenty soaking wet and handled herself with a confidence most men twice her size didn't possessed. She'd been unlike any woman he'd ever known before. A challenge that needed be solved. Sometimes she still is. Even six years later.

And she's still as beautiful. Even in a simple pair of black leggings and one of his t-shirts, hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. She's heavier now; breasts larger, hips wider. But she's had five babies. His babies. And that fact makes her even more beautiful in his eyes.

“Listen,” she huffs in exasperation. “You are not going like it if my husband starts handling all this. Because he doesn't have a filter and he won't be as polite as I'm being. So if you'd rather deal with him, that's fine. But the last time didn't go so well for you, did it.”

He smirks and sips his water.

“In fact, he's right here if you want to talk to him. I'm sure he could manage to get through to you. Because you aren't listening to a damn thing I'm saying.”  She frowns, then removes the phone from her ear and stares at it. “They hung up on me. Those fuckers.”

Tyler grins. “You just had to drop the big and bad husband card on them, didn't you. You just had to make them shit their pants.”

“Assholes,” she grumbles, and tosses the phone down onto the counter. “I'm tired of dealing with their shit. You deal with it from now on. They'll listen to you.”

“They're not listening to me. They're scared of me. There's a difference.”

“Well scare them then. First they treat our kid like complete and utter shit, then they hang up on me?”

“Want me go down there and kick some ass?”

“I'd say yes if I knew it would do something other than getting you arrested. Ughhh....” she places her hands on his hips and rests her forehead against his chest. “So frustrating! This is bullshit having to deal with this. Why can't they just help him?”

“Too much work, I guess. Too many kids need help and there's not enough people to help them.”

“Now is not the time to be diplomatic, Tyler,” she sighs, then looks up at him. “Hi, by the way.”

He presses a chaste kiss to her lips. “Hi.”

“How was she?” she places a hand on the baby's back, rubbing softly.

“Perfect. She was an angel.”

“So was Lucifer.”

“Are you seriously comparing my daughter to the devil?”

“Oh so she's just your daughter now, is she?”

“When you talk shit about her like that she is,” he teases.

“I thought Millie had you wrapped around her finger. This is even worse.”

“She's the last one. Last time we get something like this. I figured I have to enjoy every second of it.”  There would be no more. Their home and their hearts full.   And it was medically impossible, unless his surgeon had entirely fucked up the procedure.

“You really are very good at the big, strong man with a baby thing,” she muses. “It's a very attractive look on you. Especially now that you look like a sexy lumberjack.”

He smirks. “You and this sexy lumberjack shit.”

“It's true! It's exactly what you look like now.”  Almost a full thirty pounds heavier than when they'd first met; thighs thicker and more powerful, wider through the chest and shoulders. His hair short and unruly; the quintessential 'bed head' look. His beard fuller yet not untamed. “I like it,” she says. “It suits you.  And you were okay? While you were out?”

Tyler nods.

“I was surprised when I woke up and saw your text. That's brave of you. All those thirsty moms on the school yard. They haven't seen you in a while. I'm surprised you made it home. That no one scooped you up and took you home with them.”

“Were you hoping someone would or...”

“Baby, I'd miss you way too much. Who else would get the spiders and the snakes out of the house?”

“So that's why you keep me around.”

“Well there's other things too. I mean, you are pretty nice to look at it. Every woman deserves her own eye candy. And you're very easy to wake up to in the morning.”

He drops a kiss on the top of her head. “You're kinda okay, I guess.”

“Kinda okay,” she laughs, and then smacks him on the ass before heading back to start dinner. “You'd miss me if I was gone.”

Tyler nods in agreement.  She has no idea just how much.

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Thoughts on 2gether ep5

I REALLY fucking need this beta testing tumblr is doing to end right the fuck now

give me back xkit too damnit

anyway with that frustration out of the way, let me just scream a little bit about the new ep of 2gether

ok ok, now I feel better

that’s lie how can I feel fine after this episode

I swear if Why R U doesnt kill me this show definitely will but what a way to go

and Sarawat starts breaking my heart from the moment he’s on screen by telling Tine he can take Pear to that concert if he wants because he knows it will make Tine happy

but THEN Tine throws the ball right back because he just wants to kill me “I like it better when you play the guitar” like who SAYS that to the guy they’re totally not crushing on??

Tine that’s who

do you ever wonder what it’s gonna be like when Tine fully realises Sarawat’s feelings and his own and they get together and Tine starts doing and saying all these romantic things ON PURPOSE??? how...how do we... prepare... for that exactly?

also can we talk for a second about how they both turned around to watch the other walk away??

I dont know why characters giving the finger while pretending to rub their face is so funny to me but it is

also Tine is just so fucking cute even doing that I cannot

his smile when Sarawat says he’s been waiting for him BOY YOU ARE SO GONE IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE

one of my favourite things is the trope of when couples who arent together yet bicker like an Old Married Couple(TM) and these two have it down to a science

the head pat and the way Sarawat looked at him so gently and said see you soon, nuisance like he was saying I love you is making me melt into a pile of goo

and Tine really was looking at Sarawat on the field admiring his boyfriend

Sarawat just casually taking off his shirt and giving it to Tine he really does not give a single fuck about anything other than Tine huh? we love that in a man

LOL, Sarawat’s friends are also really funny

I love all the supporting characters in the show so far, they’re so funny and charming

that entire bar scene had me laughing out loud

and then I started crying because of how achingly gentle Sarawat was with drunk!Tine helping him get home

and Tine pretending to drive while laying on the ground how freaking CUTER can he get????

the balcony scene though

this was on some other level ok

I cant handle how soft and loving they both look at each other already and the way Tine looks at Sarawat whenever he plays something for him and how they’re able to pick up each other’s train of thought without even talking about it and the serenading is just gonna be their Thing(TM) huh? and then slowly getting to know each other - well Tine at least starting to ask quetions and be curious about Sarawat and have ever seen Sarawat this relaxed and happy as he was during this scene?? I’m not ok send me a hug

I’m glad they havent turned the boob thing into something creepy but it’s really cute and lighthearted how Sarawat really likes Tine’s boobs but he doesnt push it when Tine says no

and when he finally says yes I’m going to ascend out of this world, friends

also Tine having to snap Sarawat out of his boobs-induced fantasies 5 times a day is fucking hillarious

Sarawat’s friend is like oooh, I’m gonna get some and the girl’s like you’re gonna get some spiritual enlightenment amen

I lost it at that scene seriously

and then he not only got his spiritual enlightenment but also the love of his life??? and they say god works in mysterious ways

but for though can also mention the fact that Man really did fall in love with that guy and went to APOLOGIZE to Sarawat for teasing him before about his feelings for Tine because now he gets it??? you know what that is? growth

Sarawat carrying around makeup remover for Tine is the boyfriend culture we need

and now it’s time once again for the Sarawat Breaking My Heart hours

him just getting passed-out drunk when he caught Tine and Pear together  and then coming to Tine’s room clearly drunk or hangovered and so heartbroken he could barely stand and he just wanted to get the hell out of there but he still did everything Tine asked I’m -

and how he kissed Tine out of sheer desperation and how his voice sounded so pleading when he said Tine was reserved and couldnt hit on anyone like this wasnt a demand he was practically begging Tine not to do it

and I also feel like Tine said he was going to hit on Pear not because he was actually planning on it or wanted to but to see how Sarawat would react? Like he wanted some proof that Sarawat really did like him

I need these two idiots to just love each other’s boobs forever

#bl drama #2gether the series

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Distance and the Heart

You were convinced that you’ll be fine on your own while he’s gone. After all, all you wanted to do was sit at home and watch BTS videos all day. Instead, you go on a ‘date’, break someone’s nose and dig an even deeper ‘Oh-shit-I-think-I-might-like-my-guardian-demon’ hole for yourself.

You should never be let outside again.

guardian demon!Jimin x reader

genre: slice of life, fluff, slow-burn, supernatural, comedy

word count: 8.1k (I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN)

Related works: Unorthodox | Genuine | 3AM Demon | The Grinch Who Stole New Year

A/N: well this got long....LOL UMM Hope you enjoy it! There’s more plot! And be aware of douchey guys! :DD

“You’re going where now?”

 “Think of it as a ‘performance evaluation’ meeting; you know, the kind you humans have with your boss to discuss how well or not you’ve been doing your job.” He replies back, adjusting the cuffs on his shirt as he stands before your full-length mirror. You try your hardest not to stare at him from your seat by your desk, in the middle of working on some assignments just to get ahead of yourself for the week, but you find your concentration wavering when your mind clearly found something way more interesting to study.

 Jimin is currently dressed in an all black ensemble; a black button down that’s tucked into his black slacks, allowing you the chance to see just how perfectly they hug his thighs and ahem ass. His silvery hair is immaculately coiffed as per usual and as he turns to shrug on the black blazer jacket, embroidered with intricate silver linings, you find yourself very distressed in your seat because your mind is telling you no but your body…. your body is saying hell yes.

 You whip your gaze away, embarrassed by your own thoughts and you hope that your guardian demon hasn’t noticed. Damn him for looking so good.

 “I’ll try to keep the visit short, but don’t be surprised if you don’t see me for a few days.” Jimin makes the final adjustments to his look, brushing away strands of hair that fall out of place over his forehead before turning to fix you with a stare.

 “Don’t worry, take all the time you need.” You encourage, hoping to feign indifference of his departure. It seems to not slip past him as Jimin’s plush lips curl into that damning smirk and to add more insult to injury, he languidly saunters over to you, instantly putting you on high alert.

 “Oh cherub, don’t you know I worry that you’ll probably die from missing me so much?” He singsongs and you blanch in response. “But just so you know, I’m only one call away; hell is completely toll free.”

 He removes his hand previously stuffed into his pocket to pat you on the head mockingly to which you swat at it before it even makes contact with a single strand of hair. You kiss your teeth, annoyed but he just throws his head back and laughs at you. You curse again because as much as you’re irritated, the tinkling sound never fails to make your heart race. 

 “Just go already; aren’t you going to be late or something?” You feebly mumble, turning back to stubbornly burn a hole into your laptop screen. You hear a muffled snort; some shuffling and you finally think you’ve got your deserved peace from this nuisance but then—

 “No kiss goodbye?” 

 On reflex, you hurl your seat cushion at his general direction, only for it to crash against your full length mirror noisily (you wince as little knick knacks nearby topples over from the force), the last remnants of his cackling fading into the air and the only thing you can do is huff out loudly, face blazing. But what you find the most frustrating thing however is that you’re not sure if it’s from anger or from the thought of imagining kissing said demon.

 -

 After about three hours, you shut off your laptop and place your pencil down to heave a big stretch with your arms high above your head. You wince at the kinks and pops of your joints but you’re satisfied with your finished work. Now you can relax and laze around all you want, maybe even catch up on a couple of RUN BTS episodes that you’ve sadly missed due to being so busy.

 “Hey! Y/N, wanna check out this cafe with me?”

 Or not…

 Jaehee’s voice calls out to your from her place by your door, phone in hand to showcase an instagram profile of said cafe she mentioned. You’re a bit hesitant to be honest, feeling like your energy is all spent from working on school stuff that all you wanted to do now was to essentially become a human rock. Jaehee picks up on it, having known you for a while but she must be desperate to get out because she persists.

 “C’mon Y/N! It’s still early and a Saturday plus I know you’re not working tomorrow either!”

 You’re caught in between the pros and cons of staying home or going out because although you’re definitely not opposed to going to a cute little cafe to maybe reward yourself with an iced coffee or latte, you definitely dread the thought of the process to getting yourself ready to look presentable to the world when you’re completely comfortable in your PJs. Your indecision shows and like a bloodhound, Jaehee hones in on it and with a last ditch effort of convincing you, she throws in some puppy-dog eyes and a pout.

 “Please? I really wanna check this place out with you.” 

 The loud sigh you let out is enough to have a smile break out widely on her face, needing no words to know that you’ve given in. With reluctance, you drag yourself up out of your chair to get changed.

 Guess BTS will have to wait a little longer.

 -

 Admittedly the cafe is pretty cute and this iced latte is great so you find the discomfort of being dragged out of the house disappearing. You’re having a good time, laughing at a work story Jaehee is telling you as you’re munching on some fancy looking pastries that should’ve been too good-looking to eat (but that sentiment quickly went away because Jaehee took too long taking photos of it from every angle).

 There’s a lull in conversation as Jaehee takes the time to type something out on her phone, you paying no mind as your attention is more on getting the last of this cheesecake in front you.

 “So Jason; you remember him right? He’s gonna stop by with a friend of his who just moved here to the city. Do you mind if they join us?”

 You’re caught like a deer in headlights, mouthful of delicious desserts. Half of you find that there’s no reason they shouldn’t be allowed but the other half is cringing at the thought of having to interact with people whom you know very little about (Jason has only been a recent thing in Jaehee’s life and from what little times you’ve hung out with him and Jaehee together, you still can’t quite figure out if he’s worth investing in before he’s replaced).

 Rationality wins out eventually, finding yourself no real good reason to say no so you bite the bullet. “Sure, I guess?"

 When you’re halfway through your latte, Jaehee’s phone vibrates and she picks up.

 “Hello?…. Oh you’re here? We’re just inside, come in!” She hangs up promptly with a smile and before you can ask or wonder more on it, the door opens and in walks two guys. You easily recognize one of them as being the one that Jaehee took to the Christmas party as a date so by process of elimination, the other is the friend from out of town.

 He’s quite plain looking; a mop of dark hair and with no striking feature catching your eye other than the fact that he seems quite tall and lanky (but the same can be said about everyone you basically meet). The duo approaches just as Jaehee waves them over, her date going in for a hug to which your friend reciprocates while his friend simply smiles politely on the side.

 “Jason! Glad you could make it, and you must be Mike right?”

 Mike smiles widely and offers a handshake for her, to which Jaehee takes naturally.

 “Yeah, nice to finally meet you.”

 “And this is my friend and roommate Y/N.”

 You smile, taking Mike’s outstretched hand to give a shake as well as giving a simple greeting. Conversations are taken over by Jaehee for a bit before you all collectively decide to leave and walk along the street where the cafe is located. The weather is nice, the air slightly crisp but the real cold was more of something to worry about once the sun goes down.

 You file out of the shop and begin your walk, Jaehee and Jason naturally pairing up to chat, which left you with Mike trailing after them from behind. Oh joy….

 Your heart is beating a little too hard in your chest for your liking, your small bouts of social anxiety creeping in at now being put in a position to make small talk with a total stranger, a skill you haven’t quite got the hang of in all of your twenty-some odd years of being alive.

 “This seems like a really nice place to hang out with your friends huh?” Luckily, Mike’s the first to strike up conversations with you. Pressure relieved, you plaster on a smile.

 “Yeah, most of the cafes and popular eating spots are here….” 

 And that’s pretty much all you get out. You’re starting to get sweaty.

 “What would you recommend here?” Mike persists, seemingly not bothered by what you feel is a conversation struggling to continue every other sentence. He still has a smile on his face which makes his otherwise ordinary features appear more attractive, and coupled by his earnestness to keep talking to you, the friendliness and outgoing characteristics of him becomes more apparent. You find yourself impressed by his efforts of keeping the awkwardness at bay.

 “Uh, I’ve only tried a few places. So far pretty good in my opinion.” 

 “So the cafe today was good then? Because what you were eating back there looks really delicious.”

 “Yeah, I guess. The cheesecake is all right.” 

 It pretty much continues with Mike obviously being the more animated out of the two you as he pretty much chats enough for you both. You find out he’s moved here to attend the local university, the same one Jason goes to and that’s how they became friends and that he’s only been here for a little over two weeks. You nod along, offering comments here and there and the last remains of heart palpitations are thankfully gone.

 “What’s Tsujiro?” Mike suddenly asks as his gaze wanders to a dessert place you’re coming up on. You pause, can’t help but think how the shop name as well known as Tsujiro could slip under someone’s radar at this point. However, you push it aside because who are you judge; maybe he came from a smaller city or town?

 “Oh, uh, it’s a Japanese dessert place; they mainly sell soft serve green tea ice cream in like, tall cups or small ones with other toppings and stuff.” 

 “Oh wow, I might actually want to try one out. Is it good?” He turns to you, bright eyed and you give a shrug and a wry smile.

 “It’s all right.” You say, voice cracking near the end from being unsure. Sure you liked it, but honestly found it too pricey for your taste. 

 You don’t tell Mike that though (who are you to stop him from wanting to try it out; who knows, maybe he’ll like it).

 It seems good enough for him because he makes a beeline into the shop and you call out to Jaehee and Jason to wait up. No sooner, Mike comes out and everyone comments on his chosen concoction from the store; a tall cup of what appears to be green tea smoothie, topped with more green soft serve, a cube of cheesecake (?), sprinkled with mochi and other sweet looking treats. It’s pretty to look at, but the price he tells you were anything but (you’re not surprised).

 Your group walks around a bit more until spontaneously deciding the grab dinner once Mike finishes up with his dessert (“not as good as it looked,” he chuckles disappointingly).

 The restaurant you decide to eat at however was thankfully. You all make good talk with one another, Jaehee, being the ever better socialite than you, does a good job at covering for you both (you have a sneaking suspicion it’s the alcohol you’ve all ordered with your meal). You feel like you’ve filled your quota of talks and keeping up with pleasantries in the face of strangers, though that doesn’t stop Mike from pulling you into conversations every now and then. You throw in a comment or two to suffice.

 Dinner wraps up nicely, the bill is split and you all get ready to leave: Jason with Mike and Jaehee with you. You think you’re in the clear, the slight alcohol enhancing the excited buzz you’re feeling about heading home until Mike calls out to you suddenly at what should’ve been the final exchanges of goodbyes.

 “Hey Y/N, is it okay if I have your number? Would be cool to see you again.”

 You blink, unsure of how to respond. You seldom give your number out to people you’ve only just met, unless the circumstances are called for (i.e. business related, appointment based, or if it’s long overdue if you keep seeing the person). Snobby or uptight aren’t words you would describe yourself with this, but perhaps a combination of pessimistic and realistic is more appropriate; you’ve long made peace with the fact that at this stage of your life, the chances of acquiring any more life-long friends is zero to none. Nine times out of ten, this will be just another number you’ll have to clear out.

 At the nudge of Jaehee’s shoulder, you’re knocked out of your stupor and the realization that you had probably been vacantly staring at him settles as an embarrassed blush on your cheeks. 

 “O-Oh, uh, you have iMessenger? That’s better to get in touch with me.” You awkwardly reach for your phone to pull up the app and Mike laughs good-naturedly, nodding. You exchange contacts and finally, with a breath of relief, you part ways. Not a moment sooner when you had turned the block to the direction of your house did Jaehee pounce on you.

 “So? What do you think of him?” She asks, trying to be on the sly with things but it’s obvious how eager she is to hear.

 “Think of who?”

 “Mike! Jason’s friend.” 

 “What about him?” You’re not seeing the significance of the question nor the person in question.

 “You know… do you think he's nice? Cool? …. Cute?”

 You nearly give yourself whiplash at Jaehee’s choice of questions, turning your gaze onto her expectant ones. You feel your face contort itself into a sort of half grimace and look of incredulity.

 “I only just met him? Like he’s nice, I guess…. Really friendly to people he just met— I don’t know.”

 Jaehee seems to deflate at your lukewarm response. “Really? That’s it?”

 “…. Yeah? Why?”

 She sighs, hand tugging to link arms with you. “Never mind.” 

 The rest of the walk home you’re confused but you’re too tired to really think too much on it at this point. So much so that once you’re in the house, your night routine all blurs together and you immediately fall asleep as soon as your head touches pillow.

 The next morning, you wake up with a groan, stretching your limbs but not quite ready to get up out of your cocoon of blankets just yet. You settle by grabbing your phone to mindlessly scroll through your social media, as one does when they’re intent to make Sunday their designated lazy day. You’re surprised to see a notification for your iMessenger, a face you’re not used to seeing. It takes a moment for it to register as the guy you met yesterday, Mike.

 “Did you two get home alright?” was his written message in the chat box, sent at a time you knew you’d been passed out in the sleep. You do him the courtesy to text back with an apology on the delayed response and that yes, you and Jaehee did make it home safely.

 You go on to open up your other apps, scrolling through your feed, which helps you wake yourself up, more often than not finding BTS content related things. You stop on a video clip compilation of Jimin laughing till he disappears out of frame and it makes you grin. How can someone so cute exist? You hit the ‘like’ button and as you proceed to scroll more, your thoughts shift to the next thing related to said idol.

 Speaking of, you wonder if your demon guardian Jimin-lookalike is back.

 You swivel your head as best you could but find not so much as whiff of the usual lavender and vanilla scent that never fails to follow him.

 Huh….

 You get out of bed eventually, making your way to the kitchen to fix yourself breakfast and find that the house is…uncharacteristically quiet.

 No, it’s always been this quiet. You correct yourself, because it’s true…or was true. Before….

 You huff a sigh, exasperated. Get your thoughts straight girl.

 You continue with your day, making up for the lazing around you missed. Every once in a while, your phone pings with a notification; another sent message by Mike. The conversation was nothing of interest, just more casual talks of what you’re doing and going off on that before the topic is changed, most often by Mike once you’ve ran out of things to say.

 It goes on like that for a couple more days. He messages first always, and you almost dutifully answer back out of courtesy. He truly does seem like a nice guy, polite and easy-going but as much as your conversations with him were good (at a least you think? There were times you’ve haven’t answered for days because you were being swamped with work and school but that still doesn’t deter him), they were still very surface level; not having gone past being ‘good acquaintances’…or more like ‘one-sided good acquaintances’ because you think you know more about him than he does you.

 However, as the days drag on, you find your interest in Mike fading altogether as more other pressing thoughts start to occupy your mind, creeping in and growing like mold.

 Where is your guardian demon?

 Jimin did say the meeting might take more than a few days but it’s almost been more than a week since he’d left. Do meetings in hell usually take this long? More so, why hasn’t the bastard texted you at all? He’s supposed to be your guardian and right now he’s technically neglecting his end of the contract.

 Wait, what are you saying?  

 You flail your limbs in frustration, lying in bed in the middle of the night. You had told yourself that you were going to be a decent human being and go to sleep at normal people time because you’re absolutely beat from the week’s work but instead of drifting off like you thought you would, you ended up reflecting back on the events and had come full circle to the one being who should’ve been your least concerned. 

 Even when he’s not physically there, he still manages to wiggle his way into your thoughts. Unbelievable.

 You drift off eventually, stubbornly muting any train of thoughts that somehow always seem to lead back to him. You wake up a little on the groggy side, as if you haven’t slept at all but it’s the weekend again so you’re not bothered in rushing to get up. Grabbing your phone, you tap it awake to find a message notification.

 Your heart races for a quick second before impassively dropping once your foggy mind has registered the name; it’s Mike. No devil…or demon to be spoken of here. The message preview looks like a good morning text and the beginnings of asking what are you up to and you don’t quite make it that far before brushing it away from the screen; you’ll answer later.

 You mosey along with your day contently, taking time to eating breakfast then getting lost on Youtube (to which you, without fail, ended up watching a bunch of BTS related videos from Vlives to Run episodes to Bangtan Bombs) and even being productive like getting ahead of your studies (though you literally spent a little under fifteen minutes on it but hey, progress is progress).

 It’s around late evening when Jaehee comes knocking on your door, phone in hand once again and a yet another proposition.

 “Hey, wanna head out for dinner with me, Jason and Mike tonight?”

 You blink back at her from your nest of pillows and blankets much like an owl, not giving her an immediate response. She stares right back at you and it would seem like you two were having a silent conversation but you have a sneaking feeling that Jaehee can already see your brain working through all the pros and cons of saying yes or no like you’re Doctor Strange seeing all the possible alternative universes in which to defeat Thanos.

 “Where to exactly?” You ask after a while with slight trepidation.

 “That new Korean BBQ place that just opened up.”

 Damn.

 She’s got you beat. You’ve been eyeing that place for a while now but just never had the time or occasion to go. Not only was it the first branch to finally open here from being exclusively abroad for so long, but the restaurant is only a few blocks down the street from where you and Jaehee live; a true miracle because you had always figured such a popular restaurant would be located more towards downtown (which meant having to commute via subway, ugh).

 And God must’ve cursed you with a gluttonous vice because your stomach rumbles like it had a say in whether you’re going or not, and by the looks of it, you most certainly are.

 So with a defeated sigh, and knowing that Jaehee most likely heard your traitorous stomach even from your doorway, you agree. 

 The two of you meet up with your companions at the restaurant since they were coming from the downtown area so this way it would be more convenient. Jaehee greets the boys enthusiastically, whereas you wave casually, more subdued.

 “Hey, Y/N! It’s been a while since we saw each other.” Mike smiles as he comes up to you. 

 “Uh, yeah it has huh?” You shift a little in place, but you hurriedly follow after Jaehee and Jason who’s already stepped into the restaurant to grab a table. Jason of course, slides in on the bench side with Jaehee…. Which leaves you and Mike on the chairs across. You inwardly sigh out in exasperation. You just want to get through dinner eating the most Korean BBQ you can and with as little small talk as possible.

 To your relief, it wasn’t difficult to do once the food starts rolling out and the grill starts sizzling. For the most part, it works because food is always a great distraction but then the drinks starts pouring and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t totally in love with grapefruit flavoured soju now. Luckily, most conversations stay group oriented and Jaehee takes the lead in most of them, so you bounce off of her topics to make it easier for you to not get stuck conversing with just Mike. 

 As the eating comes to an end and drinks only remain however, you’re left with very little to defend yourself with.

 “So did you see the new Venom movie?” Mike asks you with what you could assume was a playful nudge but all it does is nearly make you slosh your drink. You try not to let the annoyance show on your face as you strain to smile back. 

 “Ah, yeah I did. I watched it online.” You say off-handedly before downing your drink, the sweetness of grapefruit hiding the usual rubbing alcohol burn of the soju, making it far too easy to swallow. You muse absently about how dangerous that can be. 

 “What? Why didn’t you see it in theatres? It was a great movie!”

 It wasn’t that great. But it wasn’t that bad either. You think to yourself but you’re not in the mood to having an extensive discussion with him, head beginning to slightly throb, so you settle to just shrug.

 “I didn’t feel like it. Also, didn’t really have the time.” 

 “Hey, then when we get the chance, maybe we should go see one together.” Mike suggests. You’re about to give a reply that would underlie a soft let down or at least to not get his hopes up when Jaehee exclaims rather excitedly at the suggestion.

 “Oh my god yeah! We should! It’s been so long since I’ve actually went to see a movie in theatres.” 

 “I swear we went to one not too long ago…” Jason comments, trailing off as his thinks back on it.

 “That was in summer, and now it’s winter.” Jaehee turns back to you and Mike in front of her, her excitement not seeming to die down anytime soon as she blurts out a little too loudly. “It can be like a double date!”

 You nearly choke on the soju you’ve been sipping, covering it up hastily with the loud clearing of your throat and decidedly placing the glass down to reach for the cup of cold water instead. 

 “Woah you okay?” You feel Mike’s hand on your shoulder; the sudden contact makes your arm flinch in surprise. You hurriedly gulp down the water, letting the coolness wash over the rough patch in your throat before mustering up a stiff smile in assurance.

 “Y-Yeah, no, I’m fine! Just…. went down the wrong pipe is all.” Your voice comes out hoarse and you cough again to clear it, chuckling nervously. Jaehee laughs as if you just hadn’t nearly choked to death, though she refills your cup of water generously.

 “You need to slow down with that soju. Is it really that good?”

 “Yeah!” You jump on the chance to direct your attention elsewhere, “Really good! I like, almost finished this bottle by myself!” You forcefully laugh; feel your cheeks start to heat up, whether from said alcohol or embarrassment. You start to wonder belatedly if you should check with a mirror to see if you’ve gone as red as you usually do when drinking (boy would that be even more embarrassing!).

 “You know what, I need to go to the washroom. Be right back!” You hurriedly excuse yourself, the chair wobbling as you get up with a stumble.

 “Oh! I’ll come with you!” Jaehee volunteers as she jumps up from her seat, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the ladies’ room. After a quick trip of emptying your bladder, you finally get a look at your reflection as you wash your hands. You’re relieved to find that you’re not completely red, just the slightest shade of pink peeking through your foundation. You note with satisfaction of how high coverage it is.

 “Hey, Y/N!” Jaehee calls cheerfully to you as she steps out of her cubicle with a flush. She comes to stand next to you, bumping your hips before lathering her hands with soap and water.

 “What?” You ask more concentrated in your attempts at patting away some of the oiliness on your nose and chin.

 “I think Mike is really into you.” Jaehee teases, a sneaky smile sent your way but you’re not as amused by the idea as she is. You wrinkle your nose, face scrunching in the mirror in front of you.

 “Um, what makes you so sure about that?”

 “Don’t tell him I told you, but Mike messaged me before we headed out tonight. He said you and him have been hitting it off pretty well.” 

 You furrow your eyebrows because that’s not how you see it and you express that much. Jaehee gives you a look that says she thinks otherwise.

 “The guy’s just super nervous around you. He really wants to get to know you better. Hell, if I wasn’t seeing Jason, I would go for him.” You can see her efforts in trying to get you to sympathize and though you don’t have much to argue against Mike because he really does seem like a nice guy and hasn’t done anything wrong, you don’t feel…. a connection. At all.

 “I mean he’s nice…. I guess? And like we talk, but I just don’t really feel anything? I don’t know….” You reply half mumbling distractedly, not really knowing how to explain but also finding that you don’t really care.

 “Is it because of that other guy who saved you?”

 You swear the speed in which you turn to Jaehee nearly knocks you off your own feet, heart thudding loudly against your ribcage that you have no time to discern if it’s from the alcohol or the thought of your Jimin impostor guardian demon.

 “W-What? Um, no! He’s—We’re not— I mean there’s nothing between us!” You get out, voice raising a little too high that it startles some other ladies who walked in. You shrink back as Jaehee lets out cackles and gives a hearty smack to your back, jerking you forward from the force. She startles you again by abruptly stopping midway to dramatically gasp, eyes wide and gleaming in a way that makes you nervous because inebriated Jaehee is often times too brash and too impulsive for her own good.

 “What if you just…. talk to him?” 

 “Who? Ji—?“ You almost make the mistake of saying his name aloud but you had lit Jaehee to cover for you, even if it was unintentional. 

 “Mike! You need to talk to him…alone.” She cuts you off, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

 “I— I don’t get it…?” 

 “You need to get a feel for him in person! And this is only the second time you’ve met and it’s always with me and Jason! No wonder you’re not connecting properly!” 

 “H-Huh?” You’re slow on the follow up because you thought you were still talking about Jimin?

 “I’ll tell you what!” Jaehee laser focuses on you and instinctively, your shoulder hunches up to brace for impact. “Why don’t I leave with Jason so we could give you some alone time?”

 You blink in disbelief and Jaehee pouts at your lack in response. 

 “C’mon, Y/N! How about just…thirty minutes? Yeah, thirty minutes! If you’re not feeling him even then…. then you can leave and I’ll never speak of it again."

 You think that’s about as good as it’s going to get with Jaehee and your mind processes and contemplates it as well. It’s not ideal but you don’t see any harm in chatting a guy one on one for thirty minutes, if it means you could say at least you tried and it’ll put this entire thing to rest once and for all.

 “Okay, fine.” You sigh out with reluctance. “Thirty minutes but that’s it.”

 Jaehee squeals and nods obviously pleased and with one last fluff to her hair, she pulls you out of the washroom and back to your table. Jason and Mike are unsurprisingly chatting it up and having a great time with each other (so much so that you think ruefully that maybe they should be left alone). But at yours and Jaehee’s approach, their attention is drawn, both shooting smiles.

 “Oh you’re finally back.” Jason remarks, “We got another bottle of grapefruit soju since it’s pretty good.” He picks up the green bottle to give it a shake. Jaehee however, makes to pull him up and out of his seat. He follows obediently, although a bit puzzled.

 “Oh sorry, I just remembered I have something to give you Jason so we need to get going.” Jaehee smiles blindingly, cheeks puffing up and eyes creasing as she continues to tug at Jason. “But hey, how about Mike and Y/N finish the bottle? We’ll get the bill this time, our treat! So you just take your time okay?"

 “Oh, uh, sure? If that’s okay?” Mike shifts his eyes to you as you awkwardly shuffle over to make way for the other couple. Your eyes dart to him, a nervous laugh bubbling past your lips as you rub your neck.

 “Y-Yeah, thanks Jaehee…Jason... No worries... I like grapefruit soju….”

 “Great! Then we’ll get going, it was nice seeing you again Mike! Bye Y/N, text me!” And before you know it, Jaehee zips off with Jason in tow and mentally you brace yourself; no doubt that this will probably be the longest thirty minutes of your life.

 Okay, Y/N relax. Just have a casual talk with this guy for thirty minutes and then you can leave and go to sleep. It’s not that deep. You think to yourself as you slide into the bench seat across from Mike who cracks open the bottle and graciously fill your glass for you. You take it with a smile and as he raises his up for you to clink against, you do so before downing it without hesitation, the drink still chilled enough that it seems to cool your nerves.

 Your conversations with Mike were as you had predicted; nothing of interest to note. You talked movies; about the food you just ate which lead to food preferences to other interests that you don’t go too in depth with (at least on your behalf, Mike doesn’t seem shy on talking about how he’s really into cars). 

 Eventually, you make the conscious decision of stopping yourself from taking anymore shots of soju because you realized by the second and a half glass, you’re starting to faintly feel the creeping affects of the alcohol, a light misting of inebriation blanketing your mind causing you to find it difficult to recall how much time has passed. So when Mike had offered to refill your glass, you politely decline. The bottle was still a little more than halfway done, and though Mike attempts to get you to help him out, you were steadfast in sobering up by the time you get to leave.

 Besides, the alcohol is starting to mess with your sense of judgment in which you can actually feel the deterioration of a rather vital thing to your conscious; a filter.

 Which brings you to eyeing your phone surreptitiously from under the table, what should’ve been just a peek to read Jaehee’s text reminding you to call her if you needed anything, turned into a rapidly growing curiosity of ‘what-ifs’ that involve a certain demon.

 What if you just…talk to him?

 You’re hearing Jaehee’s words echo in your head, though you swear somewhere in the back of your mind they’re way out of context. But the point of it remains; what would happen if you were to send a text to him? Would he be annoyed? Would he text back? Hell, you don’t even know if he’s still alive! What if his boss was unsatisfied with his work and just straight up burned him to a crisp with the infernal flames of hell?! Oh my god! Why haven’t you thought of that before?! Now it’s been over a week since you’ve last heard of him you’re so stupid—!

 “Hey, Y/N!” 

 “…Huh? Oh? Sorry did you say something?”

 Mike, who stares at you with a rather glazed look, pulls you from irrationally making one direct call to hell. A quick glance at the soju bottle tells you he’s made good work on it, coming down to the last glassful. A little pink in the face but he still looks way better than you would if you'd down that much soju. 

 “I was askin’ if you had a boyfriend.”

 Oh.

 “Um…’s been a while; got too busy with school and work.” 

 “So…do I have a chance with you?”

 …. HUH?

 You freeze, doing a double take. “W-What?”

 “You know, a chance to be with you…"

 Okay so you didn’t hear wrong. That still doesn’t mean you know how to respond to that appropriately. You didn’t want to hurt him because you’re sure it’s liquid courage that’s making him ask this, also the fact that he hasn’t done anything to upset you.

 “Aha…whoa uh,” You flounder through a nervous laugh because you’d rather get some sort of response out instead of remain silent. “I uh, I…dunno…?” 

 “What’s not to know?” He asks rather boldly and you’re completely taken aback. “I thought we had somethin’ goin’ on.” 

 “H-Hey, I think you’re a nice guy, but I don’t think I'm really looking for a relationship right now. I’m sorry if I lead you on somehow.” 

 “So would you ever love me?”

 Now you’re speechless, can’t really believe just how fast things have snowballed that it almost has your mind sobering up in an instant. You’ve tried your best to let him down gently but it’s like it’s not getting through to him. Perhaps you should take it as a sign as your cue to leave.

 “Uhh…I think I should go. You should go too! It’s…late. It’s been nice.” You slide out from the other side, clutching at your purse and phone. Your heart’s pounding in your chest again and you can feel it pulsing in your ear too. You fumble with shaky fingers to type in your phone’s lock code, getting it wrong twice before getting it right to tap on Jaehee’s number. You press the phone close to your ear, letting the dial tone ring as your feet take you out of the restaurant and onto the streets. The chilly night air does wonders in further clearing your mind but it also makes you painfully aware of how hot your face still feels.

 “Hey Y/N! How’s the date going?” Jaehee’s cheery voice comes through after the third ring. 

 “H-Hey Jaehee! Uh..um…I wouldn’t say well…? He might have had too much to drink so he sorta—“ You’re speed walking in the direction of your home, completely tunnel visioning so you fail to notice a pair of heavy footsteps fast approaching you from behind. A force almost knocks you over; you stumble forward in a mess of legs, fighting to stay upright the same time you feel your phone being ripped out of your grasp.

 “Jaehee? Is that you? Y-Yeah everythin’s okay! I’m okay! Y/N’s takin’ me home now, drank too much haha! She’s just lettin’ ya know! Yeah, yeah no don’t worry! Okay bye!” 

 By the time you’ve righted yourself, Mike’s hung up on Jaehee with the bullshit he’s spewed. You’re absolutely livid when you turn on him with a glare so piercing you’d think Jimin would be proud.

 “What's wrong with you?!” You yell out, trying to snatch your phone back but Mike who’s significantly taller than you, easily keeps it at bay with minimal effort. It only makes you fly more into a blinding rage.

 “W-Wait! Let’s head back to my place and chill?”

 “Like hell I would! Give me back my phone!” 

 “At least walk with me to the subway?” 

 You’re heaving with effort, energy exerted from your fail attempts at getting your phone and your pause to catch your breath must’ve made him think you were going to agree to his request because he’s looking at you hopefully. You wanted to laugh in his face but you’d rather face the devil himself at this point than be with this guy for another minute.

 “I’ll call you an Uber! Now give me my phone!” You seethe.

 “C’mon Y/N, don’t be like that. I’ve been nice to you so can you at least—“

 You swear steam is coming out of your ears at this point, your hands shaking at the audacity and just when you’ve locked in your choice to rugby tackle him with all your body mass, another voice cuts through the both of you.

 “I do believe the young lady said no.” His drawl is a bone-chilling calm that you could almost feel the temperature drop even further by it. 

 Under the flickering street lamp’s light, you catch a wisp of black smoke; the tendrils trail before fading out of sight over Mike’s shoulder. You follow it up until you reach Mike’s hand — the one holding your phone — where you see extra digits wrapped firmly around his wrist, nails digging into the skin. Mike’s head whips behind him alarmed, to reveal the shockingly beautiful face you’ve come to know.

 Jimin stands unperturbed behind Mike who visibly struggles against his hold, even when Jimin is at least a good inch shorter than him. His face an inscrutable mask and eyes swirling a deep garnet, the only thing betraying his utter displeasure.

 “H-Hey what the fuck man! Who are—ARGH!!” Mike’s exclamations turns into a howl of pain at the sounds of a crack, hand dropping your phone to which Jimin smoothly catches and lets him crumple to the ground to cradle his wrist. You step back to avoid being in his line of falling, mouth gaping and trying to catch up with what just happened. So far, you’ve only registered that Jimin is here.

 “Darling you’ll catch flies if you keep that up.” Jimin tuts, stepping over Mike’s curled up body. He takes your hand and places your phone in it and you’re in such disbelief that you nearly drop it. He still looks immaculate as ever, dressed in an all black except this time he’s wearing a cozy looking turtleneck under a leather jacket and fitted jeans. His hair is styled in the usual way it is — coiffed with a few strands hanging over his forehead with such volume that it made you envious— but you’re shocked to see that it was no longer plain silver; there’s a blueish tint to it now. The sight mesmerizes you.

 Jimin goes to say something teasing, you just know it as you see the upturn corner of his mouth but before he can get it out, a shuffling and a grunt from behind makes his face drop back into the frighteningly stony mask again, plush lips drawn into a line. You see Mike stumble to his feet, still clutching at his wrist while trying to burn a hole into the back of Jimin’s head. 

 It was then that you realize that Mike, a human much like yourself, is staring directly at Jimin and now that you think about it, he had also addressed Jimin when he first appeared just as he does now.

 “W-Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Mike growls. Jimin merely scoffs; you don’t need to see his face to know he’s probably rolled his eyes. But instead of addressing the angry man, Jimin slaps on a benevolent smile your way and begins to usher you.

 “Come darling, you must be cold standing out here and we really ought to get—“ He cuts himself off by reaching up and catching a flying fist aimed at him. You gasp out in shock at the speed and the suddenness of Mike actually having the balls to try to throw a punch. Eyes wide, you look up to gauge Jimin’s reaction to find that yes, he looks pissed; jaw clenched and eyes burning with hellfire itself.

 You let out a surprise yelp as Jimin clamps down on Mike’s fist and with little effort, flips him and begins to drag him off, heading to an alley concealed by shadows. You scurry after him after snapping out of your initial shock, panicked and stuttering out words incoherently because you are not going to have another dead body on your conscious, at least not someone who you actually knew no matter how douche-y he turned out to be.

 “I’ll break your other wrist, and then your legs, and then your neck. And if you want a tour of hell, come back three more times.” You hear Jimin spit out between gritted teeth, but you highly doubt it got through to Mike who’s too busy writhing, screaming and cursing from the ground.

 “Jimin! Wait, I said no killing! Jimin! Hey, you jerk! Listen to me!” You had to yell over Mike’s voice, wondering how it is that you guys haven’t woken up the whole neighbourhood yet as you push against Jimin’s very firm chest to get him to halt in his tracks.

 “Sweetie, not now. I need to enact the Lord’s good graces and teach this petulant human some manners.” 

 “That does not make any sense! And—SHUT UP!” The incessant yelling from Mike finally gets to you, having heard enough of his voice for the night as you impulsively deliver an adrenaline filled kick to his face. He knocks out immediately.

Jimin drops his hold on Mike’s fist with an unceremonious thump, bewildered. “Way to kill steal from me, pumpkin.”

 You gasp loudly, nerves shaken from what you just did and what Jimin has just told you as a new wave of rising panic sets in. “O-Oh my god did I actually kill him?! Is he dead?! I didn’t mean—!”

 Your demon guardian throws his head back, a boisterous laughter escaping him as he folds in on himself. You jump back startled and could only stare on in silent horror because of course he would find this funny and would be of no help!

 “J-Jimin! This isn’t funny! What are we gonna do now?!” 

 “Relax darling…” He finally wheezes out, straightening himself up while wiping the corner of his eyes. “He’s not dead, unfortunately; just K.O’ed by a swift kick to the face. Probably broke his nose though so good job on that.” 

 You gape like a fish out of water and all he does is stare back at you with the lingering traces of a fond smile that has your traitor of a heart skipping a beat. Damn him!

 “You—!” You start, huffing and puffing and though words escape you, your fists don’t as you land a hit on his chest. He takes it with little resistant, relenting himself as you let out your pent up frustrations. “You stupid jerk and your pretty stolen face! Just showing up like you own the place without even saying anything to me for more than a week! And then let some other stupid jerk try to get a jump on me! Some guardian demon you are! I could’ve just handled it all myself!” 

 You tire yourself out by the time you’re done your tirade, strength leaving your arms as they slap uselessly against the leather of his jacket until you stop altogether. Jimin’s quiet, the quietest you think he’s ever been. You refuse to make eye contact with him, staring determinedly down on his shiny black loafers but instead of some snarky comment about owing him for using him as a punching bag, you hear a shuffle of movement and then something heavy drapes over your shoulder, a waft of all too familiar vanilla lavender smell easing whatever remaining tension left in your body.

 Your gaze automatically whips up to his. He busies himself securing the jacket to you before his eyes wander to meet yours; the soft brown colour that stares back comforts you.

 “You’ve had a rough night darling, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there. So I’ll forgive you for beating up my Saint Laurent jacket and we’ll call it even?” 

 For a moment, you thought of scowling him and his love for name brand things but all you really want to do now is go home and fall asleep, so you nod softly, giving in. Jimin lets out a quiet chuff of amusement, hand coming up to stroke your hair with a gentleness that has your heart aching with the disgruntlement that you do miss having him by your side.

 “Y/N!” A shout freezes you up like cold water being dumped over your head as you whip towards the source of the call. To your astonishment, you see a familiar face running towards you, her figure unmistakable and as she draws nearer, you can see clearly who it is.

 It’s Jaehee.

 She slows to a stop, panting heavily from how hard she must’ve ran, shoulders slumped as she braces herself on her knees but even then she’s still trying to muster out words in between gasps of breath. “You called and….suddenly Mike was on the phone! Saying how he drank too much? That you were taking him home! And I just…I had such a bad feeling I had to… Are you okay?!”

 Jaehee makes to lunge at you but stops midway as she finally notices your frozen, wide eyed appearance and you see with pinpoint accuracy the way her eyes trail from your face to your shoulders to the extra hand on your shoulder all the way up to Jimin who is quite at a loss for words as well. 

 You watch with baited breath as she squints up at him with a gaze so fixated on analyzing him, a myriad of emotions flitting across her own face before she utters.

 “Have I…seen you from somewhere?”

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[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

‘It's the Heart that Really Matters in the End’ Chapter 1: The Way to a Man’s Heart

So this is just gonna be a short fluffy, hurt/comfort post-tfp story (no more than 3 chapters), cause I thought we needed more cheery fanfics :)

Author's Note: A fun fact for y'all is that this fic was originally named 'The One Where Molly Bakes Shit' lol! I hope y'all enjoy this plot bunny that implanted itself into my head yesterday.

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               Molly Hooper was a strange woman. Unique, but most definitely strange. This is what went through Sherlock’s head as he stared at the package that now sat atop the counter in Mycroft’s home. It wasn’t large, nor was it miniscule. He wasn’t sure what was inside, but he knew it had been personally delivered by her. A lump rose in the detective’s throat as his mind flashed back to the day before. That phone call should have torn his friendship—and potential romantic entanglement—with Molly to shreds, and yet, here she was delivering mystery packages to him.

               Sherlock stepped closer toward the package as if he were frightened by it. He could smell the light, flowery scent of her perfume, but mixed with the scents of lemon, ginger, and—was that cinnamon? “How peculiar,” Sherlock mused.

               “What’s peculiar, brother mine?” Mycroft Holmes inquired. “You act as if whatever resides in Miss Hooper’s package will harm you.

               “Perhaps it will,” Sherlock snapped in irritation. He paused, took a breath, and continued in a quiet voice, “After all, I deserve it.” Though Mycroft wasn’t good with emotions, he could tell his brother crestfallen.

               “We don’t have time for this, Sherlock,” Mycroft reminded him. “We must meet mummy and father soon.”

               Carefully, Sherlock pulled one of the ends of the fabric bow tied around the package, unraveling it, and opened up the box. Peering inside, he found a variety of baked goods: lemon cakes, cinnamon raisin scones, and the ginger nuts he loved so much. There was a letter addressed to him lying on top of the pastries. Attempting to swallow the lump in his throat, Sherlock untucked the envelope’s flap and retrieved the letter.

Dearest Sherlock,

               It has come to my attention that you were in distress yesterday. Anthea refused to say anything more on the matter other than the fact that all of our lives were on the line—in our case, the phone line.

               Sherlock allowed himself a small smile, unable to keep from hearing Molly laugh at her own joke.

               I’m not angry with you; it’s imperative that you know this. I never intended for my deepest secret to be revealed to you, so for both of our sakes, can we pretend it didn’t happen? I apologise for forcing your empty words; that wasn’t fair. I should have noticed the rising panic in your voice right away, but I allowed my emotions to get the best of me. I see why you suppress them; they’re a nuisance sometimes. Mycroft gave me a teensy bit more information, telling me it was a family matter, and that your parents will be in town today. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I thought I’d bake the scones for your parents, as it’s their favourite, and lemon cakes for Mycroft.  I know you love your ginger nut biscuits, so I thought you might like some. No, you don’t have to share.

               His heart lurched at her words, unable to fathom Molly’s unwavering kindness and love. To just let the situation roll off her shoulders took a strength that Sherlock had always admired about her.

               Writing this next portion if only for my benefit. I feel that writing this to you would be cathartic for me. After you read it, we will both never speak of it again…deal? Okay, her it goes…

               Sherlock Holmes, I love you. I always have and always will. I know it is unwanted by you, but it’s not something that can be controlled; believe me, I’ve tried. I never said anything, because I don’t expect anything. Treat this factoid as if it were as meaningless as knowledge about the solar system.

               Regardless of what happened yesterday, know that I am here for you. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.

Love, Molly

               “Well?” Mycroft asked impatiently. Sherlock said nothing, but allowed his brother to read the letter for himself, only after having torn it right before Molly’s written confession. That was for him alone. Mycroft couldn’t read his brother’s emotions, as they were conflicting, but noticed him slide the torn piece into the inside pocket of his Belstaff before promptly turning away. Something stopped him, though, and he doubled back to snag the ginger nuts before heading to his temporary bedroom.

               Sherlock couldn’t help but mull over the contents of Molly’s letter. The portion of it he carried near his heart was the bit he was most concerned about.

Meaningless. How could Molly ever believe what she felt was meaningless to him? After all, in retrospect, it was her love that saved him on multiple occasions. But did she realise that? Probably not. Sherlock’s heart felt as if it might burst. Everyone he cared about made it out alive last night, and though his sister’s vivisection was a nightmare, Sherlock couldn’t deny the one good thing that came out of it. His carefully constructed walls were in ruins, but the flood of emotion coursing through him was no longer unwelcome. Sherlock thought emotions and sentiment were only destructive, but he found himself feeling rejuvenated. He never felt so alive, his heart thrumming with uncontrollable emotions.

He looked at the time on his watch, and knew they would have to head to Mycroft’s office in less than five minutes in order to beat their parents there. This was going to be the hardest part. There would most surely be tears, and definitely anger. When mummy was angry, she was an unstoppable storm of rage. Sherlock heard Mycroft call to him that it was time to go. Once more unto the breach, he sighed.

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Molly flopped down on her sofa, already exhausted. It was only ten in the morning, and she had already seen Greg who had—on Mycroft’s orders—searched her flat and removed the cameras from whatever had happened the day before, and she delivered baked goods to the Holmes brothers and their parents. The night before, she had been downright distraught, but upon closer inspection, she realised something had to be wrong and that was when Greg had called her whilst he was on his way to rescue John, Sherlock, and Mycroft. She found out that 221B had blown up, but everyone survived, and that John had been stuck in a well for God knows how long. Sherlock had been frightened and panicky during that call, and it made her heart ache for the both of them.

The weirdest part of the whole thing was that Molly couldn’t seem to get ahold of Meena at all for the last couple of days. She had tried again this morning, but still nothing. This was unlike her friend to not immediately pick up her mobile. Just before coming back home, Molly had gone to Meena’s flat to visit, but the landlord informed her that she hadn’t been home in days. It was an entirely separate mystery that made absolutely no sense.

So, now, Molly just sat lazily on the sofa, flipping through channels on the telly, but nothing held her attention for long. She was feeling restless, wishing she could fast-forward through the day so that she could go into work for the night shift already. This was the kind of restlessness that ended up in her kitchen looking like a disaster as she baked to her heart’s content. Maybe, she thought, I’ll just see if John thinks Rosie would like some company.

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[pangtasias-atelier]

An Honor To Serve

Ozymandias is finally on rate up!! But he's currently sharing it so gotta wait 3 more days for him to get solo rate up. I so badly wanna summon now tho.... But gotta be strong. Anyways, here's a catalyst fic for him lol. He's a very prideful but also tsundere with his bond levels lol. Hopefully got his dialogue right with how much he just talks and talks

Got 245 summons for him so I hope he comes home... Pls be kind to me this time Ozy. You already said no to my 80 summons back in Chaldea Boys

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"Hah hah," Ozymandias stands before his master, the two in his room. "You are my mage; it is only natural for you to remain by my side. Now, remain still for once. Your attitude towards one such as I is unfounded," Ozymandias sits down on his master's bed, legs grateful for the relief.

Ozymandias a favorite, the attention spent towards him is unparalleled. His master focusing solely on Ozymandias, what came first was pleasing him and upgrading his saint graph. Servants changing appearances as more of their saint graph revealed itself over time a simple fact, none in Chaldea could have expected this development. Especially after encountering him in Camelot, Ozymandias the epitome of prideful and boisterous.

Ozymandias's master strengthening him, his comments towards his own body's imperfections went ignored. Wishing to better it, his final ascension did just that according to Ozymandias.

Once having a muscular yet lean, imposing figure, he exchanged it. His abs, biceps, pecs, and thighs gone, he exchanged them for fat.

A generous apron like gut with a double hang, the extra bundle of pliable fat rests halfway down to his knees. His clock forgone and with no shirt even when he was skinny, his bountiful body is on display. His hidden thighs are swollen with fat, the soft, jiggly adipose partially hidden by his gut and his sheer black pants, slits in them parting the way for his thighs to breathe. A bench of an ass sticks out behind him, the mounds of fat offsetting his stomach and countering the weight. Both so big that doors and chairs are now a problem for him. His moobs rest perched on his stomach, the warm, doughy breasts sagging down onto his stomach like half melted ice cream. His flabby arms contain sagging fat, the extra fat shaking with each movement alongside the rest of his fat.

Considering his plump obese form as an improvement, Ozymandias finds pleasure in it, the loud pharaoh showing it off whenever he can. His master deserving of such a sight, Ozymandias spends most of his time with them. Uncaring of personal space or property, everything owed to him, he makes himself comfortable on his master's bed. The bed creaking and groaning, it dips under Ozymandias's weight. But it holds. Huffing as his head hits the pillow, he turns to rest on his side. Shifting fat shaking the bed, he grins up at his master.

"You may be a simple mage, but you should consider yourself lucky. Now, come closer. You may have the pleasure of feeding one as great as I," Food already prepared, Ozymandias lies back on his stomach. Head resting on the pillow, he places his hands underneath his head. Mouth expectantly waiting, he leaves it open. "These accommodations are sufficient, but only sufficient. Next time, prepare your finest silk for me," Ozymandias waiting, his master grabs the plate of food. The food is nothing but a bunch of grapes, the scene not lost to him. The grapes lowered towards his face, Ozymandias remains motionless, only closing his mouth to remove the grapes and chew on it. "Faster. To be selected for such a grandiose task and to slack is nothing less than a mockery to those who lack such a splendid job,"

His master left puzzled as to who in Chaldea would even remotely enjoy this besides himself he shakes his head as he scoffs. Following the command, Ozymandias sighs from relief at such an obedient mage under his command. Only one hand needed to feed Ozymandias, his free hand gravitates towards his belly.

"I did not give you permission to lay a hand on me," His master's hand gone, Ozymandias regrets his complaint. "But, I am feeling quite generous as of late. I shall permit you to pay me the respect and praise I am owed," Hands expertly rubbing and massaging his fat, Ozymandias's breath hitches in the back of his throat. "I-I see you have practice. Perfect! All the better for me to relax," Not even noticing the lack of food reaching his mouth anymore, Ozymandias stretches back down onto the bed, pressing down onto it.

Hands grabbing and filled with fat, his master dilligently keeps at it. A knock at his door, he jumps off of the bed. Just in time before Da Vinci enters.

"Ciao!" Da Vinci exaggeratedly exclaims as the alarms sound out. "As you can hopefully tell, another singularity has been found. Nothing major but if we don't-"

Ozymandias lifts himself out of bed, his scepter materializing as he slams it on the ground. "Hmph, then I, the great King amongst Kings, shall take care of this nuisance with ease," He grabs his master by the hand. "I will allow you to accompany me! The faster we finish, the sooner we can return. Now, no complaints," Leading his master with a waddle by the hand, the two head off, Ozymandias wishing to end this as soon as possible and return back to leisure time with his master.

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