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mini skirt | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 3.5k

genre: smut (minors DNI), fluff, best friends to lovers, meddling blaise zabini just coz, they’re in love 🤢🤢, self indulgent im so sorry for the person i am

smut tags: dry humping, coming untouched, (very little) oral sex, come eating, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), fingering, size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, cream pie, so much dirty talk oml, big dick theo 😞, reader being shorter than theo, reader wearing a mini skirt, lots of cussing

summary: blaise zabini’s idea of how to play matchmaker might be different from the traditional way of doing it but at least you ended up getting dicked down, so you guess his method works too.

Blaise Zabini's idea of playing match maker is whispering to you —in a not so quiet way, that he'd heard 'Nott's got a big dick' and though you swatted him away. Face disgruntled, mumbling about how you did not want to know about your best friend's private parts. You're terrible enough of a person for your eyes to drop to his crotch when he sat down on the couch opposing yours.

There's a call of your name, once, twice. Before Theodore leaned forward, his voice loud enough for your eyes to tear itself from his thighs to his eyes. You gulped, hoping —hoping that he thought you'd blanked out and just happened to be staring at a very unfortunate spot. "Hmm?"

Theodore's held onto your gaze, lazying back onto his coach. "You okay? I asked if you wanted to head back up but you didn't answer."

"Head back up?" You repeated. "Head where?"

He eyes you suspiciously. "To your dorm?" Theodore gets up from his seat and leans down to crouch beneath you, staring up at you. "Or mine?"

You blink. Mind running in all kind of ideas —save for the ones you knew he meant when he asked you this question. You shift slightly in your side, scanning the Slytherin's common room as the party rage on; it's nothing too big, a get together between all seventh year supplied with alcohol —that Draco definitely did not buy just to impress the golden boy, not at all.

"I'm pretty sure I saw Draco take Harry up to your dorm, and neither of them look like they're exhibitionists." You say off handedly, looking down at him. "Besides, I'm actually enjoying myself here."

And to prove yourself, you get up from your seat; pulling your mini skirt low enough to cover your ass. Theodore, despite having every chance to peer underneath it, remains respectful as he plays with the hem of your skirt. "You are?"

"You aren't?" You ask back, trying not to squirm from the way his finger brushes against your thigh. Salazar this was your best friend for shit's sake, knowing that he could hypothetically have a big dick should not turn you on as much as it was.

Theodore shakes his head, slowly, almost as if he was in a haze as he quietly tells you. "Not really."

"Let's head up then," you tell him, and though both of your voices are low —barely even audible considering how loud Mattheo decided to play his music. Theodore was able to understand you perfectly, picking himself up as he used your waist as his guide. "Come on."

His pinkie finger catches onto yours as he gets onto his feet, him towering over you the slightest bit. And though, Theodore and you leaving a party early to turn in for the night was a sight your friends were used to by now —knowing that nothing ever did came out of leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Something about how Theodore was looking at you makes them think that that might just change tonight.

But, they regress and bid the two of you goodnight with a few sporting playful frowns on how you never stay with them until the party actually ends.

You only smile, leading Theodore up the stairs to your dorm like every other night. Once in the comfort of your room, you sit yourself down on your bed, patting the spot for besides you for Theodore to take. He did as told, melting into your touch as you brush his hair back. "How much did you drink?"

His eyes are shut, face leaning into the palm of your hand as his own grips onto your skirt, tugging you closer to him. "Just those two shots we took when we first went down."

You hum, letting him pull you to him. "Did you smoke?" Theodore shakes his head slightly, before opening his eyes back up at you. You laugh lightly. "Then what's up with you tonight? I'm always the one dragging us back."

"Just tired, I guess." He murmurs.

"You guess?" You ask him, standing up —letting his hands fall where it'd been trailing up your skirt back to his lap, lingering slightly on what sits above it. "When are you ever not tired?"

Theodore laughs at your words, eyes crinkling as he did so. "When I watch you play quidditch," he says, pushing himself up to press his back against the head of your bed. Watching as you shuffle towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sweats along with two shirts he'd left at your room. "Or when you're drunk out of your mind and I'd to have to play pretend as your boyfriend and take care of you."

You snort at his words, picking out a pair of shorts for yourself. "You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend to take care of me."

"Mhmm," he hums from his spot, lounging lazily as you walk up to his side, the change of clothes in hand. "But it's more affective that way." His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "And I like it. I like pretending to be yours."

There's a split second where his eyes falters, looking at you almost nervously as he waits for you to respond. "You do?"

"Mhmm," he hums, pushing himself up to sit straight. "More than anything."

It's nauseating to see him look at you —eyes lacking their usual stoic and disinterest to instead be replaced by lust and adoration.

Without thinking twice, you leaned down meeting his lips halfway as your eyes flutters shut. And though seated, Theodore was still tall enough to kiss you back with ease. Letting you melt into the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly and desperately against yours.

"Fuck," Theodore mutters breathlessly, he pushes against your hand; dropping your (mostly his) clothes to the floor. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"What?" You giggle, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Kiss me?"

"To kiss you again," He murmurs, attaching his lips back onto yours; a soft whimper slipping out of his lips when his clothed cock brushes against your core through his swift movements.

Fuck, Blaise was not lying.

In between your legs, underneath beige slacks, Theo's giant cock ruts up to you. You gasp into his mouth. "Ah—" you try to catch your breath. "—fuck, Theo. You've been wanting to kiss me since we were thirteen?"

"Mhmm," he hums, long slender hands gripping onto your waist before he slides one underneath your shirt and lays it flat against your tummy. His free hand, resting on your thigh, guiding you down onto him. "You're the only girl I ever want to kiss."

It's silly, you know it is —especially when his cock was pressing into your cunt, only separated by a thin layer of clothing— and yet you can't help but smile up at him, almost giggling when you ask him. " 's that why you asked me to be your first kiss?"

"Mhmm." He's smiling when he kisses you. "Can you blame me?" His tongue licks at your top lips, quick and gentle, trying to gauge on what you tasted like. "Prettiest girl at Hogswart and she was willing to be my first kiss."

His hand moves grips onto your waist, his touch blazing hot. "... Flatterer," you say, a playful pout prominent on your lips.

He chuckles, pressing his lips back onto yours, hand moving from your thigh to tug at your shirt. When you nod, Theodore pulls away just enough for him to take your shirt off and toss it Salazar knows where.

He doesn't even try to hide his staring, canting his hips upwards as he held you down. "Can you feel that?" He asks breathlessly, almost whining as he humps against you. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"

You could only moan, nodding dumbly as you rolled your hips. "Fuck—" he says against your lips, "—how'd you get even prettier, baby?"

And despite how hot —how nauseating it is to feel his boner pressing onto your wet cunt, you can't help but giggle at his words, at how turned on he got just at the sight of your tits. "It's just boobs."

"It's your boobs." He hand goes up behind you, making quick work at the clasps before kissing your chest, licking at your nipples; his hips not halting in its movement. "So so pretty."

His hand slips down, going underneath your skirt to knees at you thigh. "Shirt—" you roll onto him, breathless each time you feel just how hard he was. "—shirt, Theo."

Though incoherent, Theodore still understood you enough to pull his shirt off of himself before attaching his lips back onto you. His tongue glides against yours, swallowing your moans up when he bucks particularly hard.

It’s humiliating how the simple act of humping, combined with Theo’s hand playing with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his long fingers with his tongue exploring your mouth has you writhing on top of him.

"Theo, ah—" you whine, hands gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a familiar warmth building in your stomach. "— wait, fuck!"

Theodore's hips coming to a halt, as he watch you cum on top of him —in awe, without him even having touched you. "Did you just… ?"

You whine, pressing your face against his bare shoulder to hide just how embarrass you were. Theodore pulls you back, looking at you with what you could only assume was love. "Did you just come, baby?"

You nod bashfully, hands going to cover your face just for him to pin both of them down. "So cute, so so pretty." He kisses you roughly, rutting up to you. "Gonna fuck you nice and full, how’s that sound?"

Theodore only frowns when you nod, always having been the talkative one in your relationship. “Words, baby. That sound good to you?”

“Ah!” Your panties stick to your cunt uncomfortably, feeling all too messy when he grinds his cock onto you. “Good,” you whine, “ ‘s good.”

Theodore smiles, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a reward. His hand trails down to your thighs, flipping your skirt up before groaning at the sight of his beige slacks soiled by your slick and cum. "Look at the mess you made, didn’t even have to touch you.”

Sliding your panties to the side, Theodore runs two fingers down your slit. "Even your cunt's pretty," he murmurs, bringing his finger up to his mouth to licks at your juices. "You taste even better."

You're pouting as you watch him play with your pussy, fingers pressed onto your clit, going back in for another taste before you finally move down his crotch, just enough for you to palm at his cock.

"Fuck—" he whimpers, hips bucking onto your hand.

Feeling proud you pulled such a reaction out of him, you reach for his belt, lifting yourself up off of him as he helps rid himself of his slacks. Pulling back his boxers, you will yourself not to drool over the sight of his long and thick cock, milky from the precum leaking from its tip.

Your hand moves on its own, wrapping around the base of his hard cock only to find that your hand was too small to wrap all the way around him. "Why didn't you tell me your dick was huge?."

"You want me to —fuck—" Theodore whines, cock twitching in your hand as it begged for you to move. "You want me to tell my best friend about the size of my cock?"

"Yeah?" You move your hands up, thumb running along his tip. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."

"You never told me you had —fuck, baby— never told me you had a perfect cunt either." Theodore moans, the sight in front of him feels like it came straight out of a porno. His best friend and her small hands playing with his cock, tits out with only her tiny skirt stopping him from fucking her into the mattress.

You giggle softly before leaning down to take him inside your mouth. "Fuck!" Theodore choked out, hips roughly thrusting into your mouth. He's too big for you to fit in entirely in your throat and he knows it. And he's too close to cumming in your mouth to keep you were you are.

His hand pulling your head up and away from his cock swiftly. His eyes are shut, head leaning back against your headboard as he breathes heavily.

Your eyes are teary when he opens his eyes back up, and he wills himself not to think about how it's the result of him fucking your face. Theodore brings you up to sit between his legs, kissing you desperately, groaning when he tastes himself on your lips.

Your hand goes back to grab at his length and he whines, pressing his face into your neck and squirms underneath your touch. "Wait, fuck—" his hand goes to stop you, brain going dead as you pumped his cock. "—fuck, fuck wait."

Theodore moves away from your touch, pressing your hand down onto your mattress as he heaves heavily. "Shit— Next time," he whines, "we can do all that next time," he murmurs against your neck, pulling his head away to look at you, he adds: "but I need to fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you. I'll do anything to feel your cunt and fill you up nice and full, please baby."

And when he pleads for you so nicely, who were you to deny him anything? He kisses you again, laying you down on your back, whispering soft thank you’s as he presses open mouth kisses down your body. Slender hands roaming around as he tries to map you out. It's only when Theodore flips your skirt up, ripping away your panties to give himself a full view of your throbbing pussy did you realize what he's about to do.

"Hey, I liked those!"

"I'll buy you more, baby." You're dripping in front of him and he think he might be losing his mind. "Need to eat you out first."

"Thought you wanted to fuck me," you whine, gasping softly when he slides his fingers over your pussy, "why can you play with —fuck."

You pout at him, not expecting him to slide his finger inside you while you talked. "Why can you— ah! —play with me when I can't play with you."

"Not playing baby, just stretching you out," he tells you with a soft smile, leaning over to kiss your pout away. "Not gonna fit unless we stretch you out."

" 's fine," you whimper, feeling him slip another finger in, fucking into you slowly. "it'll fit just fine."

"You sure?" He picks up his pace, long fingers reaching places your own never could. "Don't wanna hurt you."

" 's fine," you moan when he slips a third finger into your cunt, "don't care if it hurts, just wanna feel you."

Theodore pulls out, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you once more. Moving back up, Theodore grabs at a pillow, placing it beneath your lower back to elevate your cunt. Slowly, he guides his dick into you, gasping at the feeling of his thick head stretching you open.

"Fuck—" Theodore pushes in deeper, pausing when he feels you clenching impossibly tight around him "—your cunt's sucking me in so good."

The burn is delicious, his cock tearing you open from within, stretching you out to take him into you. "So full," you whine, pressing your head into your sheets as he slides in even deeper into you. " 's too much."

"I know, baby," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles onto your thighs, "just a little more, I know you can take it."

You whine pathetically, feeling him fuck the last few inches snuggly into you. "Ah!" He hasn't even moved and you're already breathless, feeling him in your stomach. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me nice and full.”

“You want me to fuck your small cunt nice and full?” Theodore pulls out entirely, leaving just his tip in your cunt before roughly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "I’ll fuck it nice and full for you, maybe even put a baby in you."

And when your pussy grips his cock at his words, Theodore drives into you even harder. “Put a baby in me, please.”

“Yeah? You want that?” He watches as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. “You want to carry my baby? Have your pretty tits grow bigger? You want that?”

“Yes,” you cry out, eyes screwed shut, the pain of his cock splitting you open mixing with pleasure. “Yes, ah— want it.”

“Fuck—” Having just about enough, Theodore pushes your mini skirt up your stomach giving him a full view of how well he's fucking his thick cock into you. The mound of your pussy bulging as it makes room for his dick to spear into your cunt.

"See that baby? See how good your cunt’s at taking my cock?" He asks, his hand grabbing yours to press down below your navel. "See how good I'm fucking you?"

You can only moan, crying out his name when he presses your hand down onto the bulge in your stomach, pushing his own dick out of your pussy. "Feel how deep my cock is inside of you?"

“Gonna be so easy for me to breed you,” he murmurs, wrapping your legs around his waist to fuck himself even deeper into you. “Want me to breed you, baby? Hmm?”

You nod desperately, too cock drunk to speak. Jolting when Theodore presses a harsh finger to your clit, circling it as he fucked deeper into you. "Theo, I'm gonna—"

"I know baby," he says, his cock getting impossibly harder inside of you. He presses another finger onto your clit, rubbing tight circles as you squirm underneath him. "Fuck— you're pussy's so good. Need you to come on my cock."

Theodore leans down to kiss you, pushing his length even deeper into you. You moan into his mouth, fucking you through your orgasm, your legs trembling as you try to squeeze him in.

Theodore fucks your cum back into you harder and faster, chasing his own high. One quick glance at his cock coated with your cum, followed by the bulge in your tummy was sends has him rutting into your tight cunt, spilling his warm seed inside you.

Theodore thrusts a few more time just to savor the sight of you spread on his cock before finally pulling out of you. "Fuck Theo," you whined, his cum leaking out of you, making a mess all over your bedsheet. "Were you just never going to tell me your dick is huge?"

Theodore only smiles bashfully, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "We're still on this?"

"You expect me to not be on this?" You say with a slight pout, Theodore only half paying attention to you as he grabbed a random shirt from the floor to wipe at you thighs. "It's almost like you don't even think of me as you best friend."

"Pretty sure best friends don't go around telling each other about how big their dick is, baby," he replies.

"Blaise can know about your dick size but I can't?" You murmur. "Talk about double standards."

Theodore pauses his movements, hand hovering over your spent pussy. "That fucker."

"Hmm?" You're curious now, confused as to why he was suddenly cursing out your friend. Never having been one to use curse words unless —well, unless he's fucking you.

"He told me that you liked guys who begged," he says with a slight front, going back to cleaning you up nonetheless.

"Is that why you begged to fuck me?"

"No, that was all me," he answers truthfully, ears tinging red in embarrassment,"just wanted to fuck you."

"And they say romance is dead," you say playfully before your eye zeroes into what's in Theodore's hand. "What about the whole breeding thing? And ‘s that my shirt?"

Theodore, freezes with his hands between your thighs, feeling you stare him down as he did so. Slowly, he unravels the shirt he'd use to wipe you clean only to realize that yes, that is your shirt.

"You ripped up my panties, messed up my skirt, tried to put a baby in me, and used my shirt to wipe up your cum," you say, frowning, "I'm never having sex with you again."

Theodore's quick to apologize, peppering your face with kisses, mumbling sorry over and over again. "I'll sneak you out of Oxford street, take my black card with you, how's that sound?"

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nevernonline · 6 months

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✧.* what’s your number?; kmg

synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.

paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.

genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.

warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia

word count: 3.8k

content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.

note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.”

Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures.

“Sir, can I ask why?”

“Budget cuts, sorry honey.”

Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending.

“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses’ like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.”

“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.”

You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber.

Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this.

After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job.

Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’

“Okay, so society is regressing.”

Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21.

Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result.

“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.”

A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor.

[3:44pm].

Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency”

Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time?

Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you.

Y/n: got it see you in five.

Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women.

Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway.

“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!”

The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?”

“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“

“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?”

Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz.

“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.”

“Oh. Okay, let me change.”

Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo.

“Ailee, let yourself out okay?”

“Call me?”

“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.”

The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again.

Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you.

“She seems nice.”

“Yeah trust me, she’s not.”

“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?”

“We don’t have to talk about her.”

“Missing that jacket still?”

“Yes.”

Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself.

“What is this? What’s your number?”

“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.”

You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands

“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?”

“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.”

“Not true, we haven’t fucked.”

“Right and we will not.”

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?”

“Do you really need that answer?”

“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.”

“17.”

Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal.

“Oh come on, that is not that bad.”

“What’s yours?”

“Maybe 20?”

“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.”

“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.”

“Bad day?”

The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table.

“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.”

“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?”

“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.”

“I see. What are you wearing?”

“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?”

Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party.

“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.”

“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.”

“Anything for you, rich girl.”

You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother.

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.”

“And what did you expect?”

“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.”

Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric.

“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.”

“You finish quickly .”

“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.”

Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out.

“Okay, I look-“

“Beautiful.”

“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?”

“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?”

He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck.

“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.”

“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?”

“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.”

“Okay, mom. Jesus.”

“Dad. Daddy, actually.”

“That's never happening.”

Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot.

“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.”

“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Aren’t you?”

Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys.

“Right. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.”

“Bye, Gyu.”

Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door.

“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.”

“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?”

“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.”

Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family.

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze.

“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.”

“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.”

You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol.

“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?”

“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.”

“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?”

“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.”

“Gay? He has wonderful taste.”

“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.”

“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?”

“Maybe next time.”

After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.”

“Yep.”

Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book.

“Hello, Dad. May I come in?”

“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?”

“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?”

“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.”

“Shall we, sir?”

“Yes, my girl.”

You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain.

Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember.

“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?”

Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now.

“Are you going to embarrass me?”

“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.”

“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.”

“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.”

“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?”

Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on.

After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you.

“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.”

Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses.

“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.”

Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk.

The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl.

“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.”

“What? How did you guess that?”

“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.”

Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple.

More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you.

Mingyu.

“What the hell are you doing here!?”

“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Mixed sexes bachelor party.”

Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before.

“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?”

“I have one.”

You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you.

“You’re paying.”

“Yes. That was the plan.”

His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over.

“Two whiskey sours please.”

“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.”

The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses.

“Here you go, tab Mingyu?”

“Yes, thanks John.”

“Wow first name bases?”

“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?”

You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar.

“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.”

“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?”

“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.”

“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.”

“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.”

“Do you remember his number?”

“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.”

“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?”

“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.”

“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.”

“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?”

“Touchè”

“What about him?”

Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips.

“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.”

“And let my work go to waste?”

You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body.

“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.”

“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?”

“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.”

“Shut up.”

“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.”

“I see, you have a kink.”

“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.”

You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason.

“I like seeing you too.”

Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him.

You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame

“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”

“You like?”

“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?”

“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?”

“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?”

“She’ll be tied up.”

“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.”

Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass.

“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Is this Mingyu?”

“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.”

Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly.

“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.”

“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.”

“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.”

Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment.

“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.”

“He seems nice, his wife to be too.”

You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors.

“Your place or mine?”

“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.”

Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine.

Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment.

“Come on.”

You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom.

“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.”

You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs.

“Fuck.”

His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs.

Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria.

Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next.

“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.”

“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?”

“Eager are we?”

“Yes.”

Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.”

Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more.

“Comfortable, baby?”

“Yes, faster please.”

“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them.

“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Me either, but it’s only round one.”

“Do you want to do this again?”

“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.”

With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth.

“Want to stay?”

“Is that alright?”

“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.”

The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two.

“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”

Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo.

“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.”

“So I’m your lucky number?”

“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.”

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head.

“I dare you.”

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 33]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"Yunho..." You raised your head from your pillow, slight hesitation and worry in your voice.

"Hmm?" He hummed, eyes focused on the game that he was playing on his phone. You and him were slowly growing accustomed to staying at each other's places. And tonight, Yunho was staying over at your place.

"Would you like to visit my mom?" You asked.

That's how you ended up in your position now. Yunho drove, worried that you were too distracted to drive. He was right, you couldn't focus on a single thought for more than 5 seconds.

"Thanks again for coming." You blurted out, hands dripping the material of the pants you were wearing.

"(y/n), there's no need to thank me. I should be thanking you for introducing me to her." He said, reaching over to place his hand on yours.

"I'm a littler nervous. Going there always sends me spiralling." You confessed. But it also acted as a warning to Yunho of the state that you will be in when you reach.

"It's okay, I'll be with you all the way, alright?" He squeezed your hand.

"You can tell me anything, I'll always listen." He added. You nodded with a hum, turning to look out the window but you never let go of Yunho's hand. Although the memories of your mother are fond, they always scared you. So Seonghwa made you promise that you'll never come here alone.

"When I think about my mother... She's an amazing person. Seeing her regress to the state she was in before she died... It still haunts me." You told him.

"I understand that, considering how close you were with her..." Yunho empatised.

"And on top of that, my father was detaching himself. I could tell, when she got sick, he just wasn't there." You sighed.

"He left your mom alone?" Yunho asked in disbelief.

"Yes and no. He was there but he didn't visit her room, buried himself in work... almost as if she was already gone from our lives. And right after she died, he got together with my stepmother." You sighed.

"It's like he didn't even care to mourn for her. I became invisible to him, just forgotten. The father that I knew and counted on growing up was gone. And I know a part of me still cannot reconcile with that." You said.

"I can't imagine you having to go through that all on your own, especially at that age." Yunho replied with a small shake of his head, he really didn't like your father.

"You know, I always wondered how different things would have been if my mother was still around." You chuckled bitterly.

"Or is this just his true colours?" You thought out loud.

Yunho didn't reply to that. He has never met your father and mother But he knew he hated your father and was angry with him for treating you that way when you were little and just lost your mother.

"That's the only good part. Your mother isn't around to see how your dad truly is." Yunho said. You hummed in agreement.

"For a long time, I thought maybe that's just his way of mourning. Maybe he just blames me for making my mother sick. He always said she started getting weaker after she gave birth to me. That's why I don't have a sibling. It made me believe my mother would still be alive if I wasn't born." You said.

"That's not true. It's not your fault and your dad shouldn't blame it on you, you're his kid." Yunho frowned.

"It didn't help my case that my stepmother and I hated each other from the start. He hated that I 'embarrassed him'." You scoffed.

"Was she mean to you as a kid?" Yunho probed a little more. He was glad that you found this opportunity to share more with him so he could learn more about you.

"She saw me as a threat so she tried to erase me from my father's life. Little did she know, my father already didn't care for me at that point. But she knows she'll never be my mother." You said.

"What about your stepbrother?" He asked.

"Oh, just as bad as her. But he was the perfect child, wanting to be a doctor, so of course my dad was fine with paying for everything."

"My mother was a respected woman. Everyone loved her, no one can come close to her. She was philantropic, humble and confident. Everyone knows my stepmother is only in it for the name and the money. She'll never replace my mother. Even Seonghwa's parents hate my father and stepmother now." You shrugged.

"What parent would just ignore their child like that...How could he just leave you to be on your own after your mother died." Yunho shook his head.

"It was hard and I barely survived it but that's a discussion for another time." You forced a smile, patting the back of his hand.

"Thank you for telling me all that."

"Nothing to thank me for. I never want it to happen but if you meet my father and stepmother some day, I just want you to be prepared for how they will be." You said.

"I hope I never run into them." Yunho clicked his tongue. You assumed it was because Yunho was afraid of your dad. But no, Yunho just knew he would not be able to fight to urge to punch your dad.

"Is this this place?" Yunho stopped the car and leaned forward to see the sign overhead.

"Yeah, you can go straight ahead and park there." You pointed. Yunho nodded and continued driving until you told him to stop and park the car. When you both stepped out, Yunho went to grab the offerings from the boot.

"Are you cold?" Yunho asked, seeing you wrap your arms around yourself as you waited. You shook your head with a small smile.

"I just... hate it here." You looked away. It was hard explaining all the emotions you felt when you came here. Yunho came forward, holding your hand to walk with you.

"It's okay." He kissed the back of your hand. Although Yunho walked in front, you guided him to where your mother was.

"There she is." You nodded to the headstone that was by the big plum blossom tree.

"Hi... mom..." It felt like there was a rock in your throat you just couldn't swallow. Yunho saw your apprehension but didn't point it out or rush you.

"I'll set up." He said softly, opening the picnic mat. He placed down the flowers, fruit, Korean rice cakes and alcohol. Thankfully, he called his mother to ask for help the night before. You watched, rooted to your spot as Yunho picked off the weeds and used a clean, damp cloth to wipe the headstone.

"Done." Yunho informed, carefully folding the cloth and setting it aside. He didn't greet your mother yet, wanting to let you go first. You gulped nervously, kneeling down on shaky hands.

"H-Hi, mom... I-It's been a while... I'm s-sorry about that." You stuttered as your brain refused to form coherant sentences.

"You go. I don't know what else to say." You said with a clenched jaw. Yunho nodded, patting your head.

"Nice to meet you, omonim. My name is Jeong Yunho, I am (y/n)'s boyfriend. (y/n) has told me a lot about you and she continues to do so." Yunho smiled, bowing deeply.

"I own the restaurant that she's currently working at. She's amazing, her and the whole crew. They saved my business." He continued.

"Thank you for leading her to me." He smiled.

You looked on at how Yunho spoke to your mum, tears slipping down your cheeks. Hearing his words, maybe he was right. Your mother led you to Yunho, knowing what a patient, kind and amazing person he would be in your life.

"He's a big eater, mom, just like Hwa is. You would have loved feeding him." You whispered. To which, Yunho grinned proudly, nodding in confirmation.

"I promise to take care of (y/n)." Yunho quickly added.

"You already take such good care of me, Yunho." You said. He turned to you, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

"I know that. And I'll continue to do it. I just have to reassure your mom that her daughter is in good hands, don't I?" He chuckled with a charming smile, reaching over to pinch your cheek.

"I don't really know what you like to eat but I hope fruits, sweet rice cake and the soju is okay. I'll bring more next time." Yunho said.

"She's not a picky eater. She'll be grateful no matter what." You informed with a soft smile. It made your heart swell when Yunho said 'next time'.

"Here, sit." Yunho brushed the mat for you to sit. You hesitated before taking a seat beside him with your mother's headstone opposite. It was a new feeling, you never wanted to stay here for too long. Seonghwa always had to convince you to stay a little longer before you ultimately rushed out of there.

"Can you believe how long it has been since you left, mom? I'm still not over it..." You sighed. Yunho reached over to hold your hand, rubbing the back with his thumb to comfort you.

"When you left, dad left too. Things have never been the same, our family is gone." Your tears fell into your lap.

"But it's okay, I'm okay. I have a new family of my own, a better one." You looked up at Yunho with a sad smile. He smiled back at you.

Yunho wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his body and kissing the crown of your head. You wiped your tears with your sleeves.

Then it all happened, the same thing that always happened when you came, the flashbacks of memories of your mother. The happy ones and then the sour ones leading up to her death and after.

"Let's go." Pulling away from Yunho, you stood up and brushed your pants. Yunho looked at you in shock and confusion.

"Are you sure? There's no rush and-"

"Yunho, now. Please." You begged. Seeing your pleading eyes, Yunho nodded and stood up as well.

"Why don't you head to the car first? Start up the engine. I'll pack up and be with you." Yunho suggested kindly. You didn't need to be told twice. Taking the keys from him, you trudged down the small path and headed to the car.

"Forgive her, omonim. It's still hard on her..." Yunho bowed politely as he began to pack up. He pour the soju over the grass patch and put the fruit away then folded the blanket.

"Watch over her and protect her, please. She doesn't deserve all this. I'm sure you know that..." He sighed as he patted the headstone.

"We'll be back soon." He gave a final bow before leaving. You were already settled in the passenger seat.

"Hey." Yunho put the things in the boot and came to the driver's seat. Usually, he holds your hand but this time, you were so quick to grasp his hand, as if you would go crazy if you didn't.

"Hey, hey. It's okay..." His other hand came over to cup your cheek.

"Let's go home, hmm?" He smiled softly and you nodded. Yunho drove to your home, sensing that you would prefer the familiarity.

When Yunho arrived, you both went upstairs. Yunho placed the bag of fruits down on the counter and you immediately glued yourself to him, hugging his waist tightly and burying your face against his chest. Yunho hushed you, one hand on the back of your head and one on your back to hold you.

"It's okay, it's okay." He whispered as he felt your tears soak the front of his shirt. Yunho let you hold onto him for as long as you needed, he wasn't going to be the first to let you go.

"Sorry, let me shower." You mumbled.

"Don't be sorry." He patted your head. You shuffled to your bathroom to shower while he quickly showered in the other bathroom.

"Yunho, I'm sorry. I... I..." You struggled to find the words as you both sat on the bed after your showers. Yunho offered to help you dry your hair so you could sleep.

"Love, I told you, there's nothing to be sorry about." He told you, daringly trying the new affectionate nickname.

"I just have this whirlwind of emotions when it comes to her." While you didn't address it, you didn't react negatively so Yunho took that as a win.

"I understand, it's normal." Yunho said. When he was done, you combed your hair while he put the hair dryer back. He got under the covers and you scooted close to him so he could wrap his long arms around you securely. You felt safe with him.

"Yun, thank you." You murmured.

"You're very welcome." He smiled, brushing your hair away from your face, staring into your eyes.

Holding his bicep, you lifted yourself slightly to be on his eye level and pressed your lips to his. Yunho's eyes widened but kissed back, pulling your body closer to his. You pulled away first to breathe.

"Are you okay?" You chuckled, hand resting on his warm cheek. He grinned and pounced over, showering you in kisses.

"Argh! Yunho!" You yelled out as he placed multiple kisses all over your face like an excited puppy.

"That was amazing." Yunho grinned happily. You rolled your eyes jokingly, putting your face against his chest so he wouldn't see you all shy and embarrased.

"Go to sleep." You slapped his chest.

"I expect a wake up kiss later." He declared before returning to the original position as before. You let out an audible sigh then closed your eyes to sleep. Yunho let out a soft laugh, seeing you fall asleep to quickly. He was just teasing you but was glad that you took the first step and you shared your first kiss as a couple.

"Goodnight, my love." He rested his cheek against your head and joined you in dreamland.

"Oh, Seonghwa hyung." Yunho greeted, quickly adjusting his post-sleep hair when he saw that your best friend had arrived. He closed your bedroom door, not wanting to disturb you.

"Hey, thanks for contacting me." Seonghwa greeted Yunho with a brief hug.

"She's sleeping but I thought she might need you more than she needs me... to comfort her." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yunho, you know that's not true. She needs you too, you've become such a big part of her life now, provided her protection and comfort." Seonghwa smiled softly.

"I'm guessing you both haven't eaten." Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. Yunho nodded his head shyly.

"It's early for dinner but considering it's your first meal of the day, I'll get started on cooking." Seonghwa informed. Before going to the kitchen to cook, Seonghwa went into the room just to be with you for a bit and see how you were.

"Let me help, hyung. I want to cook for her." Yunho said, standing in the kitchen, when Seonghwa came back out. Seonghwa chuckled as he nodded.

"I'll learn from you. I can't cook a full meal by myself but I can help." He said with determination.

"Sure, ask questions if you have any." The older began to look through your fridge, reading the labels on all the stuff.

"Put these on the counter for me?" Seonghwa requested. Yunho took the vegetables and deli containers, putting them on the kitchen island to be used later.

"Do you know what you're gonna cook right away?" Yunho asked.

"No. So I took out stock because you can always use stock in cooking. Then these vegetables look like they're going to spoil so I took them out too." Seonghwa explained, finding a knife.

"(y/n) removed you from knife duty, right? I don't want to face her wrath for disobeying her." Seonghwa teased.

"Ah, hyung~ Come on. I'm sure all of you got hurt in the kitchen before too! It was just a little cut but she doesn't let me near the knives anymore. I don't want to go back to weighing ingredients. That's so boring." Yunho whined. Seonghwa laughed and let Yunho use one of the spare chef knives.

"So we'll use the stock and braise the leeks. That's easily done in the stove then thrown into the oven. There's also some beef, we can do rice bowls." Seonghwa said.

"Okay, I'll follow your lead." Yunho began.

"Oh, let's make a quick pickle. Green papaya, radish and carrot. You can use this slicer. Use the guard though." He instructed.

"Alright, so to draw the water out, we put salt and let it sit for a bit. It's thinly sliced to it should be quite quick. In the meantime, we have prepare the pickling liquid." Seonghwa taught Yunho.

The two of them prepared the meal together, Yunho learning and remembering the little tips Seonghwa taught him.

"Yunho?" You woke up and found the bed empty. Groaning, you reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. After checking the time, you got out of bed and went to wash your face. You assumed Yunho had gone home.

"So you want to baste the steak to add flavour, grab the handle and tilt the pan like this." You peeked over to see Seonghwa teaching Yunho how to cook.

"What's going on here?" You blinked. The two men stopped and looked over at you.

"You're awake." Yunho bound over to you, putting his arms around you to wrap you in a big bear hug.

"Hey, Hwa." After hugging Yunho, you went to hug Seonghwa. He wrapped an arm around your waist while you took a a few seconds to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He whispered. You didn't say anything, your silence was a sufficient response. He patted your back.

"Aren't you supposed to be off knife duty?" You raised an eyebrow, turning to Yunho.

"Aww, (y/n). Come on~ I was careful. Look, no cuts." Yunho wriggled his fingers to show you. You gave him a skeptical look and went to the fridge to pour yourself some cold coffee, wanting the taste and aroma to really help wake you up. Yunho reached over to steal a sip from you.

For the first time, you didn't cook, on insistence by Yunho and Seonghwa that they'll handle it. They only allowed you to sit by the counter to watch them.

"Shall I make you a bowl?" Seonghwa offered.

"Can you let me slice the steaks, at least?" You asked back. Seonghwa gave you a flat look but gave in easily.

"Alright, let me assemble my bowl." You laid the slices of steak over your rice, making a well in the middle to put a raw egg yolk and sauce. Yunho placed the pickles they made onto a sharing dish.

"Perilla leaf kimchi?" Seonghwa asked. You nodded and he went to put a plate of kimchi there.

"Thank you for cooking, you two." You said before digging into the food with them.

"This is so good! Seonghwa hyung is a great teacher." Yunho said between his chews, clearly impressed that he helped put together such a delicious dish.

"And I'm just chopped liver... Maybe next time, you should cook with Seonghwa and help him with his prep, since he's such an amazing teacher, you know?" You scoffed, feigning offense. Yunho's face fell as he tried to defend himself.

"You know that's not what I mean!"

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Can you write a babyspace!reader with cg!Haechan, where Haechan takes good care of the baby, but starts to slip into a little headspace himself? He’s in an older headspace, so he acts more like a big sibling to the reader than a caregiver like this.

weird cg!lee donghyuck x f!reader

genre agere content, fluff, slice of life warnings petnames used wc 962 dni if you sexualize age regression ( you can't see it but i'm giving you the thumbs down of shame )

synopsis you are making haechan weird . but he's okay with that for some reason .

Haechan has never had a partner like you.

He remembers the day you stood shaking like a leaf, speaking with a lump in your throat and your heart wide open.

“And this like… for fun? Sometimes. Oh. Okay. Weird.”

‘Weird.’

The memory of his mistake echoes mockingly, bouncing off the walls of his mind endlessly, never letting him catch a break. Look like you're having a good time there, Lee. That's great. Remember this?

“Channie, what you doin’?” You drop your head to the side as if the new angle would help you figure out the reason your caregiver is sticking his fingers into the corners of his closed eyes.

“Nothing, Angel,” he sighs. “Are you done playing trains?”

“Yeah.” He feels the weight of your head drop onto his lap. “Done done.”

“You should clean up then.”

“… ‘morrow,” you mumble. Your hand reaches out for something, your fingers curling up and extending as if it were pulling on the invisible strings that would bring whatever it is you’re wanting closer to you.

“What are you looking for, sweetheart?”

Groans.

“I don’t know what that means. Also, you really need to clean up. You won’t be happy when you wake up in the morning and you step on a block.”

Whines.

You are a whiny little thing, especially at these hours of the night. This phase is what Hyuck calls “the drop”. At this time, everything drops: your verbal skills, your walking ability, your heavy little eyelids.

“Hello?” He singsongs, gently tapping your cheek. “Am I still speaking to Angel? Or is this Baby?”

Oh, Baby. Angel’s mortal enemy.

Angel is but an ironic pet name for your tiny self, she is nothing if not the opposite of an angel. If Angel wakes up before Donghyuck, she shakes him awake by jumping on the bed. Angel squeals and runs and jumps and scares. Angel is a little imp and everytime he tells you that, all he gets in return is a shameless grin.

Baby, on the other hand, is just a tiny little thing. She comes out of hiding very infrequently, usually during the times you’re supposed to be sleeping. Baby is boring and lame, Angel says, all she does is sleep! Haechan, however, loves Baby. She’s a nice break from the games of hide-and-seek where you hide so well Donghyuck’s heart drops thinking you hid outside. The only things Baby needs are some warm milk, cradling, and the occasional binky to be happy.

Groans (again).

“Okay, okay. I think I can guess what you’re looking for.” He sighs, but the smile in his voice is very much there.

He reaches for the couch’s side table, pulling the drawer open for a shiny box. The lamp’s light reflects off the pacifier, nearly in mint condition from lack of usage. Thanks to having washed it before putting away the last time it was used, the pink dummy can go directly into your mouth.

“Boop.” Attempt one fails, your lips don’t open to accept his offering. “Boop.” Attempt two succeeds!

Haechan feels you go boneless on top of him and pats your head as your breathing slows. He doesn’t try picking you up, that’s not his thing and it’s definitely never been Angel’s either. He just… slowly slides down the couch like a worm onto the living room floor. It’s uncomfortable and not a smooth process but better than the alternative of waking you up when you’re still in a sensitive headspace.

It’s quiet down here, he thinks. It’s just as quiet as when he was up on the couch but a different sort of quiet, he just can’t place it. He sighs silently at the mess before him, blocks and train tracks everywhere. It wouldn’t take long to pick it up really, it’s just such a bore.

Not too far away from his hand are some scattered blocks. (”Town was built on the train tracks, Channie.” “That sounds like some severe infrastructure problems.”) He yawns while making a little house with them, three rectangular birch wood blocks for the walls and a red triangle block for the roof. It’s too small, Donghyuck frowns. Rain will definitely come in. He clicks his tongue and begins looking for another triangle block.

Hyuck blinks and the house has become five, another blink and the five houses have become towers, a third blink and he’s placing the block bridging the two towers together over the train track he had turned back on sometime in between blink two and three. He’s pretty good at this, he nods approvingly of himself.

You need to turn the lights off, a voice in the back of his mind says, the electric bill has been getting crazy. The voice is right, but Haechan does not care. Another yawn escapes him as the clock tick-tick-ticks to midnight. Ever since you entered his life you’ve been throwing him off. He’s sleeping at five in the morning, he’s wearing closed-toe shoes to leave the house, he’s playing with blocks.

It’s you, he pouts. It’s you making him play with these blocks and trains, even if you’re asleep. You’re the one responsible somehow. You’re the one making him all weird like you. Making him all… comfortable and safe. Your lack of judgment is something dangerous for someone like him. He blinks. What a weird thought.

You rustle in his lap, blinking up until your eyes focus on his face.

“Chan?” You rub your eyes, Angel nowhere in sight. “What are you doing, Hyuck?”

“Just… playing.”

a/n hello ! it's vix. thank u for the request, anon ! i don't write agere!idols out of fear of infantilizing them so this was the kind of happy middle i got. hope it's okay !

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8-rae-rae-8 · 2 months

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He's sick, they told him. His doctors, his parents. And god did their cruel words ever worsen. His date was sealed the day his paperwork was filed.

"Simon Riley [Little: 0-3]"

Just like that his life was over, age 12 and unable to run away with every piece of paper work and documentation making him permanently his father's. Oh how it made his skin crawl.

Years were spent fighting himself back. He'd shrink to that headspace, and so would his body. But his parents didn't wipe his tears or clean him up. Poor Tommy took a lot of it. A caregiver by nature, but an addict because of their father. His mother was practically out of the picture with how little she could help.

His first thought was military. But the more research he did, the less it seemed possible. Any job deemed scary or laborious wasn't allowed for a little. It was even on his fucking ID when he was old enough to save one. By 18, he was making Tommy sign in appwroek claiming that Simon was neutral. And as Tommy was listed a legal carer (his father's doing), it went through. Tommy was too high, hungover or sick to realize what he was doing, which Simon took advantage of.

It took years for him to crash again. Years to curl up in his bed in the cold, cold room he stayed in. Lieutenant, they called him. His team. His Captain, Mactavish, what would he think? His other teammates... Gaz, Roach. God they'd be disgusted.

The size of a baby curled up under a ton of blankets just waiting to feel big again. All he could do was hide anyway. No one should ever be allowed to see him like this-Simon didn't even think they'd hesitate to throw him out. Come morning, it was no easier. He was still too tiny to even get himself out of bed. He'd fall on the floor, that's how tiny he was. He probably couldn't even walk...

How late was he for breakfast? The alarm went off earlier, causing him to screech in terror before he pulled his blankets back over himself. It was a dandelion game to play, getting to far into the military then crashing in bed and physically unable to get help and unable to get himself to feel big again.

It was all scary. Terrifying, even. In any other situation, his captain would be right at his side. Mactavish would've been there. But this? For this he was alone. Always alone.

He's sick. Something in his head made him sick. Different from everyone else and weak. Weak because he of his fear. Because of his regression... Some days he was lucky almost all of his file was blacked out, others not so much. He needed help.

And the longer he stayed in bed, unable to get out, just the size of a wee kiddo, maybe it would come. Mactavish always came to him if he wasn't at meal times on time.

Soon enough that familiar knock rang through his room. Fuck, Simon couldn't help the cry that came from him. His chest heaving with the intensity of it. In no more than a second, Mactavish was in the room and looking for him.

It only took a minute for Simon to be lifted into the captain's arms. Sobs falling from his lips as his tiny hands grabbed at his shirt.

"Are ye my Si, wee one?" Mactavish asked, swaying with him. Of course he was, but it was pretty much instinct to be a little playful and sweet like that.

Obviously Simon couldn't exactly respond. He tugged at his shirt weakly, his little legs kicking at the air as he cried.

"Oh, Si... Simon, love..." Soap murmured. His heart beating insanely fast with the little one clutching onto him. He didn't even know Simon regressed... He has his suspicions, but this? Regressing so small? Small enough to fit perfectly on his chest with just one hand holding him?

The wailing settled enough for Simon to hear Mactavish talking to him. His captain but that didn't matter anymore- He didn't see a captain looking at him, maybe a friend instead. He tugged at his shirt and whimpered.

"yeah, I know... Ye're too small, huh? Didn't ye get taught to ask for help when ye need it, wee one?" Mactavish asked softly, brushing over the very short hair on his head. Dark, not quite black though. Carefully, he sat back on Simon's bed with him in his arms, tears reduced to hiccups.

"I wish ye woulda told me, Simon... Somethin' stressed ye out and ye crashed... Not good for ye." Mactavish told him, rocking Simon in his arms. Slow and gentle. "Do ye even have anything for this?" He worried.

And Simon couldn't tell him, only point or whine. But no, no he didn't have anything because he never wanted this to happen. He thought he could control it enough- but no, he couldn't. He was weak.

"Simon, hey, M'eudail... It's okay. We'll get ye stuff." Soap didn't know how he'd get him off base without being seen, he didn't say that to Simon though. He needed the little one's trust.

"I know ye're scared.. I've got this, okay? I've got you." Mactavish promised him. Using a smaller blanket he found, he gently swaddled Simon up and got him cozy. The little one didn't whine or cry, he actually relaxed quite a bit.

Simon babbled up at Soap, wiggling before settling into the warm blanket.

"Oh yeah, baby? Tell me." Soap cooed softly at him as he picked Simon back up. All swaddled and cute. Albeit a little messy.

Simon giggled and babbled a little more at the encouragement. For the first time, he didn't feel scared when he was small. He wasn't going to be shouted at, hit, or anything else... He should know his captain was safe, this was just surprising...

"Yeah?? That's a lot, Darlin'." Mactavish was so sweet. Feuling his babbling while he made sure Simon was comfortable.

The two went back and forth with babbling for a long while, until they did have to figure out where to get Simon things like pacis and other baby needs. Though he should have, Soap didn't really hide Simon, just covering his face since he knew that he wouldn't want people seeing. So he held Simon just right and let him nuzzle into his neck. The few people that saw were definitely confused, but no on questioned it. Not with Mactavish glaring at anyone who tried.

Of course he didn't drive, he carefully walked with Simon in his arms to a near by town to grab the things they needed. The basics, pacis, dips, bottles, formula, and some baby bath stuff. And Simon squealed at the bubble bath stuff that Soap grabbed, making him chuckle and poke Si's side.

Getting back into base was the same thing, glaring at anyone who asked anything about the little one on his chest. He wasn't up for questions and he didn't want Si being pestered later when he was big. It was easier to avoid. The first thing he did when inside his own room, he got Simon padded up and a cleaned paci (washed in his sink just in case).

Simon didn't whine or kick his legs. He was well behaved, actually... He babbled a little, muffled by his paci but Soap still responded.

Oh how he loved it... It was so easy to relax like this. Being put gently back over Mactavish's chest while swaddled up all comfortable. How could he not relax?

Being talked to helped a lot too, Mactavish's voice working to ease him further. Si liked the gentle rumble of his chest and hearing his silly accent.

A nap was in order the second Simon's eyes began to close. Soap swayed with him side to side while humming an unfamiliar tune to him, but it all felt safe nonetheless. There was no pushing for a nap, no leaving him in a room and waiting for him to pass out. No, this was gentle coaxing until he fell asleep naturally.

Maybe this would all go away in the morning, but maybe it would be okay to happen again- Mactavish wasn't cruel. He showed no signs of mistrust or betrayal about Simon's many lies regarding his classification. He was just as warm as he usually was to him, if not more.

Simon was safe like this. Happy and warm. Never had he fallen asleep so easily before. Protected by his Captain's arms and comforted by his voice. There was no better person to be helped by.

#09 ghost #cod agere #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #classification au #captain john soap mactavish #the regressor shrinks when small !!#shrinking??#hurt/comfort #09 soapghost

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thatbxolivia · 1 month

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summary- daddy!vader x little!reader vader has a bad pain day and little!reader just wants to help :(

without any hesitation, he told you no. that was just his thing, you guessed.

no, you can’t be that way. you’re too little.

no, you can’t do that. you’re too little.

no, you can’t help me. you’re too little.

all of these phrases usually brought you comfort. his acknowledgement of your headspace was validating and usually made you feel more secure. today was different. today, he was almost in too much pain. so much he could barely function. he tried to hide it, but you were regressed, not stupid. anyone could see the distress he was in.

“daddy, please let me help you.” you pleaded, not wanting him hurt. you didn’t mind helping, so why did he mind so much?

“no, it’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around.” he spoke through the mask, unable to take it off. he sat in his throne, and you stood beside him. you couldn’t even sit in his lap without hurting him. he tried to hide it, but again, you weren’t stupid.

“that’s not true. it’s both of our jobs to take care of each other.” you said, kneeling on the ground and resting your head very lightly on his knee. “i can help, too… i’m not helpless, daddy. let me help you.”

“i know you’re not helpless,” he sighed. “i would never think so little of you.”

“then let me do my part.”

“i’m supposed to be the one who cares for you-“

“no, i said we take care of each other. so sometimes that means i help you when you can’t help yourself. just let me, please.” you begged, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“this conversation is over, little one.” he told you, getting up. you could tell it hurt him but he refused to make a single sound. it broke your heart as he walked by you. he turned around and held his hand out. “please, come with me.”

“i can’t stand to see you hurt.” you said, crying. you stayed on the floor, kneeling, and looking at the now empty throne. he should be sitting. resting. taking it slow. he never gives himself the same grace he extends to you and it’s always upset you. but today, this was something fierce. you were angry. “stop hiding from me! at the end of the day, you’re not just my ‘daddy’. you’re my partner and i’m here to help you, so fucking let me help you!” you yelled. he looked down and sighed, turning his hands into fists.

“he says it’s weak.” was all daddy spoke. he didn’t need to name anyone, you knew it was the emperor.

“he’s the one who’s weak!” you shouted, earning an immediate “shush” from your daddy.

“quiet! do you want the entire empire thinking you’re against us?!” he questioned.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered. “but having the strength to recognize when your body needs a rest is anything but weak. he’s wrong.” you finished. “please let me help you. you’re in the dark right now and i can bring you back into the light.”

“you are the light.” he said.

“please rest.” you said, moved by his words and hoping you were getting close to convincing him. he turned to you and sighed again, accepting defeat. you already had convinced him.

“i don’t know how.” he admitted.

“you can use your bacta tank.” you suggested.

“i hate not being needed-“

“i need you more than ever. i know you need me as much as i need you. i’m not going anywhere, like you always say.” you reassured him. “daddy, please go to the tank. i don’t like seeing you in pain, if it were me, you’d demand i rest. why don’t you get the same grace?” you asked, speaking aloud your earlier thoughts.

“i don’t know.” he admitted. you’d expected a snide remark or maybe a quip about how he was your daddy and you were just a baby. but no, the truth was, he didn’t know.

“we can talk more about it later.” you said, picking up on the fact he did not want to speak now. you picked up the tablet and typed on it, sending in service droids to help him with the bath. “right now, you need rest.” you said as you set the tablet back down.

“my love?”

“yes?”

“will… you wait with me?”

“i’d love to, daddy.” you smiled. you walked back with him as the droids followed, hovering behind you.

as you entered the room where his tank was, you were reminded of the last time you were in here. when you had been taken and daddy came to rescue you. you had been seriously injured and he’d put you in his tank, waiting by you for seven hours as you healed. you’d happily do the same now for him.

in the distance, your daddy was already getting ready. you gasped in horror as the machines ripped off the limbs and tore off his suit and you finally heard him cry out in pain.

“stop! stop!!!” you cried out, the droids responding and shutting down.

“they have to finish.” he said, legs still attached and grunting in pain.

“like that?! make them more gentle!” you suggested and he shook his head, smiling sadly at you.

“the emperor has them locked. i can’t change anything.” he said. “resume.” the droids powered back up and began roughly taking off the legs, his pained noises continuing. you grunted and kicked the floor, this was so unfair. you heard his cries stop and just heavy breathing for a few moments. you turned around as they put an oxygen mask on him, lifting him to put him in the tank. as he entered, you felt something prodding around in your mind.

him.

can you feel me?

“daddy?”

you don’t have to speak.

you nodded and sat on the floor, by where his feet would be, and sighed, pressing your head on the cool glass. the droids made their exit and you were left with the controls of the tank. you began crying, thinking unfair he always had to be in pain.

please don’t cry.

“i can’t not cry, daddy. i’m so sad.” you said, opting to speak. you sniffled and wiped at your tears, trying to toughen up, but it wasn’t working.

you’d sit here as long as he needed you to. you’d do anything for him. he gets to have his grand moments where he confesses his love for you and all the things he’d do to keep you safe and the truth was, you’d do the same and more for him. so, that’s why you felt so helpless that he was in pain, and his only option was a bacta tank, breathing through water with a mask like he was some kind of sea creature on display. it wasn’t fair.

calm your mind, little one.

“daddy, it’s hard. everything is so unfair!” you cried. you could feel his pain and sadness and it was overwhelming.

i don’t want to hide from you anymore. this is the reality. if you don’t want it, i’ll understand.

“i want it if it means i keep you, daddy.” you whined. “i’ll take whatever comes with you.” you said.

you are the only light in my life.

the words rang in your head and you knew the importance of them, especially coming from him.

“as you are in mine.” you whispered, calming down. “i’ll stay with you forever.”

#fanfic #archive of our own #star wars agere #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #cg!anakin #daddy!anakin #star wars anakin #anakin x you #daddy!vader #cg!vader

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missmagooglie · 1 year

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The promo for next week is what made it clear that Buck is regressing regressing. All that bullshit he's suggesting to Chim? All those proposals that Bobby (correctly) said were just a list of potential calls?

That's Season 1 Buck talking. That's Early Abby Days, pre She Needs You To Step Inside With Her Buck who wants love and romance but doesn't know what it's supposed to look like. That's a version of Buck who isn't ready for something quite so grown up.

Our Buck, Season 6 Buck, knows better than that. He knows Chimney and he knows Maddie and if he stopped and thought about it for half a second he would realize that a big showy proposal isn't right for them. He'd realize that the right approach is something more personal, more intimate. It's Chimney sitting Maddie down and saying, 'we both know there are plenty of reasons we "should" get married, but let me take a minute to make sure you understand the reasons I want to marry you', and giving Maddie space to express all the reasons she's hesitant rather than putting her on the spot with something public that pressures her into saying yes without a conversation.

Buck's been different since the lightning strike, sure. It was a big event, it had a profound psychological effect. But I think the bigger issue here is that Buck has been growing and changing and maturing for the past 6 seasons and he hasn't had a chance yet to properly acknowledge that to himself and update his self-concept. I think the reason we're seeing Buck regress so hard is because he's consciously trying to act like "the same old Buck", but his understanding of "what it means to be Buck" hasn't kept up with the growth he's been doing.

At the gravesite, Buck says he feels like Natalia "really sees him" - which, let's be real, is an insane thing to say about a person you've just met on a good day. And he's saying it to Eddie, who the writers have made abundantly clear is the one person who most sees Buck and understands him and has seen his growth and his insecurities even when others don't.

But the thing I think Buck is getting from Natalia is actually the opposite of what Buck thinks he's getting from her. When Buck says "she sees me", he means "She only sees this me. She doesn't know the man who died, just the man who woke up again."

And while there is some value in that, mostly in allowing himself to be his "now" self without worrying about how it might or might not align with his past self, I think Buck also needs someone who can help him understand that those two versions of himself are closer to each other than he thinks. And the version of himself he's trying to be for the sake of everyone else (ie "the same old Buck") is not the version of him that his loved ones lost at the top of that ladder.

The lightning strike changed Buck - after all, how could it not? And Buck, being someone who is so used to being left behind, is naturally worried that changing who he is will cause the people he loves to leave. But that isn't something Buck needs to be afraid of, because he's been changing for a long time now and he has people who love every version of him, and will continue to love every version that comes next.

And I keep thinking about that choice to have Christopher fall asleep on the couch just like Buck did, the way it puts Christopher and Buck in the same category for Eddie - that category of "family" and "home". Because Christopher is changing too. He's growing up. The man he is going to slowly become is not the same person as the boy he is now, and it is understood that while some of that growth might be painful it is normal and natural and to be expected. And there is not a single direction in which Christopher could grow that would make Eddie love him even a little bit less.

When Buck realizes that Eddie loves him the same way? That there is no version of Buck that Eddie will not love with his whole heart? And when he doesn't just realize it, but actually believes it?

That's the endgame, baby.

#911onfox #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #buddie #911 s6 #911 spoilers #911 meta

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strikerangel · 1 year

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Okay saur. I was thinking abt agereggssor qcharlie. And i just finished the first gegg stream. So. Ive got hcs and also madness in my bones

Mariana is his main caretaker and is. Alright at it. Hes incredibly over protective when hes on though. No fun adventures for gegg when his mom is around #>>

Charlie regresses from like. 3months old to around 5 at any given day. Tiny baby gegg is incredibly sensitive to being called odd or weird so he sticks to the nicer caretakers those days

His pacifier is light green and has a green fish on it! His favorite onesie is yellow and has bees printed! His body physically regresses too, so he actually looks like a 3 month old when hes 3 months.

The day that gegg was introduced to the server mariana has entrusted him in the care of quackity. Bad idea quackity is a shitty caretaker who left him.

So phil gets the baby boy next! Yay. And hes like. Okay so i guess i need to treat him like the eggs. And he does. But that does NOT stop him from calling gegg odd . He just means it way more affectionatly than quackity did.

Roier is more of the fun uncle caretaker than dad. Which means gegg gets into so much trouble. Bobby and gegg are let loose and wreak havoc on various places!

Wilbur soot is banned from taking care of gegg.

So is quackity

Wil made him so upset one time while regressed that he fucked the whole day up. Please stop putting babies in cages.

Foolish is a pretty good caretaker when hes not going absolutely crazy building that damn dragon. Gegg has fallen off of it so much that mariana just buys a baby carrier for when gegg is over there.

Jaiden is a very good caretaker. She does not call gegg weird where he can hear her and that makes her. Better than. Alot of people on this list unsurprisingly. She takes him and bobby on fun adventures and teaches them how to cook. Or atleast she attempts to.

Maximus is also a little so he is . not allowed to take care of gegg. It would be the blind leading the blind and that never goes well. However they do have fun together on the occasions where they have the same caretakers!

Luzu (little hc of mine uwu) is a very good caretaker for gegg, while he may dislike charlie he is so soft for gegg its crazy. Arin likes gegg too but is a bit more firm with him.

Vegetta is a good caretaker for gegg too. Although theres a bit more of a languahe barrier he also takes care of biden when roier or dan cant do it. So hes good.

DO NOT LEAVE GEGG WITH DEVIL RUBIUS OR ANGEL RUBIUS HE WILL BITE BOTH OF THEM.

Missa is a alright caretaker, he gets overwhelmed easily when taking care of both gegg and chayanne though.

Fit is a great caretaker. He fights he protects but he is also bald. Immediate trust from Huevos and Gegg is no different. No, but seriously he gives Gegg souvenirs and also a gun.

Spreen. Is not a caretaker. Hes really bad at it too (fuckin left ramon. No one has seen him in weeks. Fit thinks hes dead)

Badboyhalo is a main caretaker. While he does rank lower than luzu on the 'who should i give gegg too while im out' list hes pretty damn good. He, gegg, and dapper work on the farm, play in the dirt most days. And then they go inside they bake! Fun activities for babies.

Dan is not a good caretaker he is liable to leave gegg out in the sun /j. No but seriously, when dans on hes an alright caretaker. They do science experiments and occasionally they blow up.

Egg section

Bobby is the worst around gegg. They blow eachother up and other things up too. However they work pretty well together in the kitchen

Chayanne views gegg as another egg under his protection, his left hand man actually. U mess with gegg you get ur ass kicked by both him and chayanne as they are very likely to double team ur ass

Tallulah likes gegg when she doesnt have to share her dad with him. Which. She doesnt anymore because her dad is BANNED from watching gegg. They play music together and while they may be off sync, its pretty fuckin cute lads.

Dapper likes gegg, theyre geggfriends and gegg can make stuff stick really well so buidling stuff with him is a blast.

Ramon likes gegg well enough, dislikes how goopy he is sometimes though. Goop in his mustache. They dance together often though, and ramon is very happy to find someone to dance with.

Leonarda fucking LOVES gegg. She is very willing to teach him everything about being an egg and is liable to kick wilbur in the shins everytime he comes over.

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xoxiu · 9 months

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first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan

"Thank you for joining me, y/n."

You looked up from your tea, giving Jungkook a soft smile. The two of you grew very close recently, often going on little dates to the various small restaurants around Seoul. This one, in particular, was your favorite- it was all cute and pink and had amazing decorations to take photos with. Jimin had introduced you to the small cafe, as it was a favorite of his.

Sometimes the other members would join the two of you for lunch, but Jungkook was always there. Every Tuesday at 13:00, you'd get a text from him telling you to meet him outside. He would wait for you no matter the weather, and greet you with a small and a side hug. You would never admit it, but you found the way he treated you attractive. How consistent it was, how he would even be slightly dressed up, how he always listened deeply to you and actively engaged in conversations- it was everything you needed.

Jungkook was a gentleman.

"I think this should be the last snow of the season," Jungkook remarked as the two of you exited the building. "Spring is coming soon- it's almost April."

"I hope so," you said, staring up at the snow gracefully falling towards the earth. A small flake landed on the tip of your nose. "I love spring. It feels like new beginnings."

Jungkook's hand brushed yours, and you moved your hand away out of instinct. You looked down at his hand, and then up at his face. He blushed from the bitter cold before meeting your eyes. This time, he grabbed your hand with purpose and continued the walk back as if nothing happened.

"Jungkook," you quietly protested, but never let go of his hand. "Someone could see."

"Let them."

You kept looking around to see if someone was watching, but everyone around you kept moving along with their day. No one paid the two of you any mind. You looked down at your feet and blushed.

The comeback was only a week away. Every day felt painfully long and busy, yet time always seemed to fly by. There just weren't enough hours in the day to do everything that you wanted. You sat in the lounge alone, now lovingly dubbed your 'office' by your coworkers because you were the only one to ever be there. They all knew you would be in there, so coworkers were always in and out asking you questions. Of course, you would always answer them and have a quick chat with a smile, but once they left your demeanor would switch. Working a more corporate-type job always left you wondering why some conversations couldn't have just been an email. Human interaction wasn't always necessary.

The schedule for today had been posted. By 11:00 you needed to upload the teaser music video for BTS' new single from the album. You thanked whoever created the queue feature for most social media sites, allowing you to automatically post something right on time with ease. Having to have all social posts on different sites go up at the same time without it was stressful.

After queuing everything up to post, you leaned back on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment to just breathe. Your eyes soon grew heavy as you went in and out of consciousness. Namjoon looked down at his phone. He grew more and more concerned and worried as you continued to miss his calls. After the fifth attempt, he began walking to the lounge he knew you were in.

He could see you through the window as he walked up to the door. You were curled up on the couch in the fetal position. Namjoon could tell you were out cold- completely dead to the world. He quietly opened the door, tiptoeing his way over to you.

Gently, he shook your shoulder to try to wake you. You groaned in protest before suddenly realizing you fell asleep. Your eyes snapped open and you shot up from the couch.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Oh my god, what time is it?" You asked, shaking your computer mouse to wake your laptop. The screen lit up with notifications of missed meetings and the current time- 13:32.

You had missed lunch with Jungkook.

"Woah, calm down," Namjoon sat down next to you, putting a reassuring arm over your shoulder. You tensed up but eventually relaxed into it. You just needed the grounding the new weight on your shoulders gave you.

"It's fine. You've done enough work today," Namjoon kept trying to calm you down, your heartbeat slowly going back to normal along with your breaths.

"I had a meeting with Jungkook at-"

"I know, I know. He's busy with dance practice right now." Namjoon removed his arm and stood up. "I think you should go home and rest. You did well. I'll walk you home."

Namjoon had such a calming presence, you thought to yourself. It was in the tone he spoke in as well as his words. He was much older and wiser than you, and out of anyone you took his advice to heart. While he looked intimidating on the outside, he had the purest heart and wisest soul.

"You work too hard," Namjoon stated as the two of you walked through the building. "With the comeback and all, I think we all need a good rest once it's all done."

"You're one to talk," you said, lightly elbowing Namjoon in the side. "I think you guys are overworked. Once the album comes out, my workload lightens. You seven still have performances, concerts, and a world tour after."

Namjoon chuckled at your statement. He knew it was hard and stressful, especially with the tour coming up in May, but it was nothing they hadn't done before. You, on the other hand, were completely new to this. While school taught you social media marketing, they never taught you just how stressful it would be managing the social media accounts for the most famous idol group in the world. Nothing could have prepared you for this.

The weather finally seemed to liven up the past few days. The air was no longer bitter cold, snow no longer littered the ground, and you could see the sprouts of future flowers. It smelt fresh outside, and you just felt an overwhelming sense of joy from the changing of the seasons.

You lead Namjoon down to your basement studio apartment. From the look on his face, he was rather shocked at just how tiny the space was. There was just enough room for the two of you to comfortably stand in the kitchen together.

"Thank you for walking me home, Joon." You smiled at him as you sat down on your sofa bed. The older man just continued to look around at your barren apartment.

"You know, you can stay at my place anytime you'd like," he offered, doing a double take when he spotted the molding kitchen counters. "I'm rarely there, and it has a beautiful view of the Han River."

"Oh, thank you," you said and politely declined his offer. You don't know what you would have done with a huge apartment, and you felt like staying in his apartment would just be too kind of him. You had a place to sleep and live, and you were happy.

"Or just come visit the dorm again- you're always welcome there."

Many nights now you had crashed on their couch, usually after a long night of gaming and drinking. Occasionally you would do something work-related, like film videos or discuss future posting schedules. One time, you had to sit in on a livestream alone to make sure everything went smoothly. You usually had a partner with you, but the late-night, post-show live was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Namjoon ruffled your hair before leaving. You smiled at the door after his exit.

You had been working at HYBE for about six months now. In six months, you managed not to be fired, get a promotion, and make seven amazing friends. How lucky could you be? Namjoon was like a smart and kind older brother. Seokjin and Hoseok were so, so silly yet somehow maintained a level of strictness and authority. You could always rely on Yoongi to give you unbiased opinions as well as just someone to listen to your problems without judgment. Taehyung and Jimin always managed to get you out of your shell whether you liked it or not. And Jungkook, he especially made you feel wanted.

Jungkook. Whenever you thought of him, something inside you fluttered. He had always quite literally looked at you differently than the others. His eyes never seemed to leave you, and whenever your eyes would meet you'd have to look away with a blush. He knew what he wanted from you, and you think you know as well.

You all were just friends, of course, but you couldn't help but think deeply about their actions. What exactly were their intentions? You closed your eyes with a sigh. In your mind, you pictured them. Their eyes, mouths, hands. You became intimate with them over the months, kilometers more than what an employee relationship should be. It wasn't your fault you thought so deeply about their every move, wondering if there could be something more.

A college friend of yours from America had multiple boyfriends while in school, and they were all aware of each other. It was abnormal, but everyone seemed happy and fulfilled in the relationship. Polyamory, she had called it. You couldn't help but picture yourself in her position- seven boyfriends who all loved and cared for you. No matter what you looked like, or what you did, they just wanted you for you.

You wanted to feel wanted.

You wanted their wandering touches, their reassurances, their love. You craved it. Never once had a man looked at you with desire and love, making you feel less than the other girls who had perfect bodies, perfect personalities, and perfect men. Just once, you wanted to feel what unconditional love meant.

A tear slowly rolled down the side of your face. In your heart and mind, you knew they didn't think of you like that. You were just a staff member to them, a friend at most.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #bts little space #first love of late spring

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bunni-writing-desk · 8 months

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hi hi. can you spare some my chem age re drabbles or hcs for this rough evening :( im having a tough night n am trying not to impure regress. i love your writing and keep reading the agere frank n gerard ones to comfort me. you’re the best <3

sure I can, but remember if you can safely regress you should do so even if it doesn't feel great, it's a way of coping and it can help sometimes (also personally think the term "impure regression" is stupid so I'm gonna call it upset or triggered regression, not mad at you I just have a lot of problems with that term)

two drabbles under cut :]

Gerard drabble (hurt/comfort):

today had been rough, the day dragged on and pulled you through the motions until you just couldn't handle it anymore. As you stepped in the door of your small shared apartment, Gerard appeared quickly. Was it quickly or was your time perception messed up? you couldn't tell, but none of it matter much anymore. Gerard was there, hugging you and making sure you were actively dying before taking care of anything else you might need.

"Bad day, hun?" Gerard waited for you response, ever patient as you sniffled against them.

All you could manage out was a small "mhm", muffled by their cozy sweater.

"Alright, come're little one" He gently took one of you hands and led you back to your shared bed room and sat you on the bed. "Just sit here and I'll get things set up for a bath, sound good?" His smile was soft and caring, feeling like a soft blanket.

You watched as he dug through the chest in your closet full of all your regression gear. He pulled out your hooded bath towel with your favorite animal on, custom made just for you with your name on it. They also pulled out a few of your bath toys in case you had the energy to play a little, then they set the hair washing bucket to the side. The bucket was made in a certain way so that they could rinse your hair without getting water in your eyes.

He stood up, scooping some of the things into his arms and headed to the bathroom. "I'll be right back, okay? just starting the water." He reassured you as you continued to sit on the bed. With nothing to look at, you quickly got up and padded over to the box and picked up your favorite comfort plush. It was still soft after all these years and you held it close.

Gerard came back into the bedroom, picking up the hooded towel and holding out a hand for you. "Bath is ready, little one" You nodded along and took his hand and he lead you over to the bathroom.

"Everything will be okay, I promise, there will be lore days, and more stuffies, different people, and same schedules. I'll help you every step of the way, okay?"

Frank + Jamia drabble (fluff):

"Jamia thinks your a silly goose." Frank whispered into your ear while you were watching cartoons, by the smile on his face you could tell he was playing around.

"Well ten tell mama I don' wan' her pancakes anymore!" You shouted then secretly giggled back to frank who smiled at you. Jamia, just in the other room, making breakfast for the two of you, gasped exaggerately.

"Frank what did you do, they always want pancakes!" She turned off the stove and put her hands on her hips, staring at Frank who put his hands up in mock surrender.

"All I did was tell them the truth!" He smiled and shrugged as Jamia obviously struggled to not break character.

"Then it seems neither of you are getting pancakes!" She turned away and started to put the already made pancakes away until both you and Frank jumped up from the couch in protest.

"No No wait we apologize!"

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there you go I hope I could provide some comfort and I hope you feel better little one!

#gerard way x reader #frank iero x reader #using x very lightly cause these are more meant to be read as platonic but could be read in any way #sfw age regression #drabble

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sweetfire01 · 1 year

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Hey Just wanted to say I love your writing! Daddy simmy makes brain go brrr 🥴 (affectionate)

Imagine all 7 brothers babying mc, like shared custody? Lmao imagine the chaos that'd cause. Requesting a fic with them acting like daddy simmy but sharing mc between them.

~ 🐻 anon

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Thanks ~🐻 anon (it's Teddy anon?)

I write here my headcanons and in another post the fic. I take it as a consensual age regression. If you want a non-con let me know!

Little!Mc and Daddies!Brothers? A true chaos.

The first time you regressed, you crawled into the arms of only one of them. You needed comfort. Even if you regressed normally in the human world, you weren't sure the demons would accept that, so you kept it a secret. Until one day, maybe for all the stress, maybe a strong thunderstorm, maybe a scary horror film, you broke down and started crying.

Lucifer would have been the first to calm you down. If you were alone in the room, you would run to him in his office. All you needed was protection and who better than the strongest brother could provide it? If instead you burst into tears in front of everyone, he would have been the only one to do something immediately, picking you up and moving to a quieter place. You would then fearfully explain to him about your regression but, once you saw how understanding and supportive the demon seemed, you decided to reveal it to the others as well.

And then the chaos began.

Everyone wanted to take care of you, fighting over who should do what.

Beel obviously want to give you the bottle, but Satan want to read you so many beautiful fairy-tales in the meantime, so why can't he simply be the one holding you on his lap and feeding you? Why reading necessarily a book, Levi knows that also cartoons make you have fun, so you can stay with him. But you could have fallen asleep, so Belphie will be the best suited for this task, singing you a lullaby! The back massage that Asmo give are fantastic and can put you to sleep in no time, so why not choose him? Hey, hey, don't ignore Mammon! He is the best daddy around! Of course he will do it!

I can see how, in all of this, Lucifer sneaks up, takes you and keeps you with him, a bottle in his hands. Well, you are probably hungry, aren't you?

Eventually they try to create a schedule. Of course there will be a lot of fights and, when it's finally completed, no one follow it.

In the end they understand that the only thing to do is act before the others, as soon as you need something.

Obviously with their different personalities there are different activities they want to do with you.

For example Beel and Satan do outside activity in the garden, the first one for more physical games such as tag or hide and seek if you feel older, otherwise a simple "try to throw the ball with your hands" if you are younger. He also put a swimming pool so you can swim together. You have floaties of course. Of course, all of that happen when he's not busy airplane spooning you.

Satan instead makes you to explore and do a walk, probably the only one that also take you out of the garden, to look at insects (small ones) in the park and of course to pet the kittens in a cat cafe. Or he will simply sit on a bench and read you a children's book, making voices and pointing at the pictures. It's one of his favourite activities.

I was thinking about how Asmo doesn't want you to get dirty, so when you go out it's just to sunbathe together. Then I remember we are in the Devildom lol. He took you shopping once but you started to get tired because you were going from one shop to another for 4 hours so he prefers to buy things alone and show them to you when he gets home. Get ready for a mountain of adorable clothes and onesies.

The other brothers instead prefer you to stay inside while you're regressed, it's for your protection (Mammon and Lucifer) and because people out there don't deserve to admire your cuteness (again, Mammon and Lucifer). For Levi and Belphie, we can understand why they don't want to.

Levi doesn't even take you to any anime events, you might get lost or be overwhelmed. But you can do a lot of cosplay together in his room, obviously with the clothes he sewed, not with the ones Asmo bought. And there are so many anime that you can see, or video games that you can play. Are you asking to go swimming outside with Beel? Why would you ever? Wouldn't it be more fun to swim with him and Henry in his big aquarium? Oh, do you feel more like a baby? Uuh, well, even if you can't do all the things above you still seem to enjoy crawling around in your Azuki-tan costume!

Belphie doesn't actively participate in playtime, he prefers when you're a baby, looking into your eyes as you happily babble gibberish. Occasionally he also does silly games like peek-a-boo, tickle monter or simply bouncing you on his knees. But of course he loves nap time, cradling you in his arms as he sings you a lullaby. And when you can't fall asleep, he takes you up to the planetarium, whispering the story of some constellation, both of you lying on a soft blanket while gazing at the stars above. Sometimes you try to not fall asleep just to go there.

What about the best-daddy-in-devildom Mammon? He spoils you. A lot. You're probably the only reason Lucifer would think about lending him a few grimms - not his credit card otherwise he'd be able to buy a whole toy store - but it's not only with toys and sweets. He installs a playpen in the living room. Ooh, do you want to play on his room? Wait, he pulls out the softest blankets he has so you won't hurt yourself on the hard floor. You don't like its colour? No problem, he change it. The horse racing can wait. And he's a totally overprotective, putting kid locks on all the places you're not supposed to be. He really want to be the "fun daddy" but he knows how fragile a human is. His brothers find him annoying: Satan can't take you outside for too long without receiving 20 worried messages; Beel has to be careful not to let you run too much or you will die; what if Belphie hugs you too tightly until you suffocating? Mammon just need to be around you! For your safe.

Only Lucifer is more overprotective than him. He wasn't very happy when you decided to open up to the rest of the brothers as well. Wasn't he enough for you? But no problem, as soon as he see you alone he will take you to his office, into another playpen where you can always be watched properly. Did the brother just go to the kitchen to get you a snack? Nevermind, it was very naive of them. Anything could have happened to you. It's their fault.

But in the end, it's nice to have such caring daddies, isn't it?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #age regression #request

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yellowlaboratory · 1 year

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Hi!! What are your season 3 thoughts?? And most importantly, what are your Jiara related season 3 thoughts? :D

alksjdfhlaskdfj i have. so many thoughts. i've never ever written something short so uhhhhh.....stick with me, lmao.

first, non-jiara thoughts:

cleope was SO cute!!! i wanted to wait for the writing to convince me on them as a ship because I really wanted something more than "these two aren't with any one so lets put them together" for cleo and pope and I've been completely convinced. They both bring out a different side to each other and the way Pope opens his family and his home to her is just alkdjfhlksajdfhlkajsdhf it's unbearably sweet. i love her interactions with the heywards and i love how instantly she fits in. the scene when he leaves her in his room and she does a tiny dance and then falls back on his bed and says "thanks, pope"..... yeah i think i was cosigning on that ship as soon as I saw that asdklfjhaskdfl. and the scene in 3x06 where she stops him from shooting rafe and he cries in her arms.... oh my god. it single handedly saved that episode for me. AND THEIR KISS???? oh my god.

i also LOVED Cleo's friendship with JJ. When they are on a mission together, they are right there with each other. and, speaking of friendships, I loved that we got more JJ & John B, best friends since third grade content. the fact that they physically started fighting... idk, I think it just made them feel even more like brothers to me.

i also just really loved some of the (for lack of a better term) girlboss moments this season. there are SO many moments that i was loudly cheering for my girls. Cleo having the only brain cell like 180% of the time when Kiara is kidnapped. Kiara betraying rafe and stealing that boat (i was fully cheering ala kiara during the cliff jump scene like that is my GIRL) (also madison bailey the woman that you ARE the way she never even a little bit played into the r*ara of it all. any time Rafe looked or spoke to or was in the general vicinity of Kiara, she looked SO uncomfortable and I love that for me). and I really REALLY loved Sarah manipulating Topper lmao "you're such a giver" "it's just how i was raised" KLAJDHLAKSJDH

and, actually, I think the inculsion of topper in the heist was super funny and exactly the type of shit i want to see from him (if wheezie had been there to give him shit, it would have basically been any fic i've ever written with topper in it). when topper is being used purely for comedy, he's kind of a genius character - Austin North can deliver those bat shit Topper lines really well, and the rest of the characters (particularly Kiara) react SO well to him. he's so easy to make fun of!!! but then.... having Sarah go back to topper again was uhhhh not it. I think they should have kept the s2 or the s3 stopper storyline in, but not both. sarah going back to something that reminds her of a time when her life was easier while shit is absolutely hitting the fan and she has nothing else is like, very much in character, and that's what happened both times. the fact that they didn't show her growing through that in this season, but instead regressing..... idk, i'm excited to see a Sarah with more growth. also, canon comedic topper is dead to me forever after burning down the chateau so, i guess that's a loss on both fronts (i can't talk anymore about the chateau burning down but i have a lot of feelings about it).

i really hated big john. i'm so sorry, but looking back, John B should have left that man in the fucking bell tower. I think the amount of screentime he took is my biggest gripe of the season (i did a scrub of the show for just jiara scenes after my first watch and the amount of times i had to scroll by that man.... my god). and not only did he take up a shit ton of screentime, he kept John B away from the pogues - both physically and emotionally - for most of the season (the lack of goofy happy pogues moments is my second biggest gripe with the season). If you've read pltc, you know that I had a lot of thoughts about Big John and his relationship with the pogues but...... when he died (actually, this time), it was only dry eyes here lmao. I feel bad for John B, obviously, but everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) Big John did this season was so shitty for John B, I can only say that i think John B is better off without him.

i think the thing that has me the most conflicted is the 18 month time jump. narratively, it makes so much sense - and logistically, aging up the characters as the cast ages makes a lot of sense. i don't love that we'll miss alot of jiara and cleope but I'm coming around to the thought of it all by opening ao3 and waiting for those time jump fics to pour in. @ josh pate if season 4 opens with JJ slamming Kie against a wall as they're making out i'll forgive literally everything, i'm so easy to please.

i guess this is the perfect transition to the jiara of it all. the first few episodes literally bodied me. every interaction on Poguelandia bodied me - the way they were living their poguelandia/surf trip dream, the "just like we talked about", the angsty silent conversations they were having when they saw the plane. kiara getting kidnapped hit - I think the way JJ was so focused on getting her back was so perfect, the dock hug was actual literal perfection. I am a Hug Girl first and foremost and oh my GOD?

the first almost kiss floored me. i did not expect it. the transition from their dumbass little jokes to almost kissing.......... i'm gonna die. i literally fell off my couch. I think Pope being the one to break it up was inevitable, as was their conversation. idk how i feel about it, i know pope was always going to have opinions on jiara and i'm glad it wasn't super salty but.... i'm gonna need to rewatch it a few times i think.

episode 4 absolutely ended me. those conversations and the way Kiara knows JJ and the way JJ was imploding.... absolutely insane. the framing of that episode (like the actual cinematography not the writing lmao) was not my favorite, but the content was SO good. it was everything i wanted I was losing my mind. JJ telling Kiara she's a kook HURT. Kiara knowing that he's lashing out cause he's scared made me yodel. the talk in the chateau's yard about truces immediately followed by another almost almost kiss made me want to scream into a pillow. 10s all around.

I also love Heist Jiara. I loved seeing JJ at the carrera's house for the conversation about the cross, and the way he's a little bit like a caged animal around Mike is perfect!!! Him self destructing by stealing the money clip is just literally JJ 101. Jiara bike ride to Kilby Girl is now my entire personality!!!!!!!! also the fight about the money clip - that's not really about the money clip at all - followed immediately by JJ almost dying and Kiara being like "don't you ever do that again" is just aksldjfhkasjdfhlkjasdhlfkjasd i could YODEL.

the gate fight absolutely took me by suprise. the "i love you dude" was not what i was expecting AT ALL. JJ's buffering reaction and the way he's trying to downplay it was 10298/10. the hurt in kiara's face made me want to cry, and then John B fucking everything up feels... well, a little inevitable. I also love that even in their angstiest, jiara is still together, and in episode 8, they are sitting on the couch and kiara's playing the ukuele LIKE. they are best friends. they are so important to each other. nothing is ever going to change that. I also love love love the part where he's like "i'll tell you on the plane." idk it makes me feel buzzy.

episode 9 is a literal fucking feast. the feral jj, the way he KNOWS something is up when she doesn't show up, the way he drops everything and then ends up in kahoots with Barricuda Mike to get her back. "I kind of got a date" ????!?!?!?!??!!!!! then the whole thing about Marley the cat (josh I KNOW you are on the ao3 tag just drop me the username please) and Kiara immediately knowing it was him as soon as she heard "blond". the "me?". the KISS. the giggly happy in love couple that they are!!!!! i do wish the kiss had better lighting for my giffer friends but i know we're gonna get the brightest kiss in the world in s4 to make up for it (pates make it happen!!!). and i think my favorite scene of the entire season is them being so happy and giggly on the plane and the high five into a handhold alkdjsfhlkasjdfhlksadf.

episode 10 is obviously a drop off lmao. it sucks to leave the season on that note but we did get the "it's an adventure baby" and little background moments. I'm happy the pates didn't write themselves into a corner too much this season, and in a lot of ways I'm really glad that jiara is open ended because that means there's a lower chance of unnessecary bullshit being thrown our way really early on into s4. i would have liked a more definitive ep 10 moment but ultimately, espeically since we know we have s4, i'm not concerned in the slightest about it.

so, overall, i think there were parts of the season that felt slightly choppy (personally, I'm of the belief that they filmed a lot more than we saw), i think the first half was generally stronger than the second half, and I think i'm really, really fucking glad we have s4 confirmed so I don't have to stress about it even a little & we'll get to filming sooner. my sanity is hanging on by it's fingernails but it is in fact hanging on.

at the end of the day, i had the time of my life watching it and i had some really great people to share it with and I'll always be so unendingly grateful for that!!!!

#outer banks #obx #obx spoilers #obx s3 spoilers #jiara #my thoughts are all over the place (CLEARLY)#this is just my general brain rot if you have specific questions i might have half way intelligible answers #i'm sure i'll have more thoughts and I'll probably change my opinion on some things with more time #but here we are!!!

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Chapter 22 - Part 2

Lest you've lost your way, click here to progress (regress?) back to Part 1.

...Okay, now I'm officially worried.

Meanwhile, back in the Real World™️ (shout-out to my buddy @kantochampred!):

Alright, I'm about to go off on a small side tangent here but I promise it's worth it-

(Sorry to post your sins on main, Red 😔)

(Why Do I Climb the Mountain? is a reference btw)

LMAO OKAY thank you for bearing with me, now back to the main show:

Good job, neither of those two things is correct!

...Okay, Cherrim has replaced Drifblim, yes, but. Imagine this tiny seed holding Teresa and Andrea by their little stubby hands while riding the wind down the mountain.

I had to look up a walkthrough to identify that little Riolu to the right. Normally, that's an Exeggcute! (And the backup for Team Frontier, apparently).

The Third Station Pass was dubbed Great Turn, while the clearing was called:

Admittedly, I had no idea what an "oubliette" was, so I did a quick search and...

Wait a minute, are you freaking kidding me-

WE ARE STARRING IN A WAR DRAMA AAAAAAAAAAAA-

(Apologies for the small text at the start, let me know if I need to add an image description!)

...No >:l

The only reason I left this in is because this happened:

Oh my God yes PLEASE-

So fun fact, I actually did a dry run of the first few dungeons before doing it for real and taking photos. And the first time around, this gift was an Escape Orb? Which isn't bad, but I would 100% take the Reviver Seed over that any day.

The 4th Station Pass was named Sad Peninsula. (Florida? Dat you?) And the 4th Station Clearing? See below.

But then!

(Handsome Desolation? Is this where the handsome men in uniform... perish?! 😓)

I feel like a large, prehistoric rock dino should be enough to scare most things, but I guess taking the even larger rock snake as backup can't hurt.

So we go through the 5th Station Pass, Sandy Way... (Only one letter different from Sandy Bay.)

I. Don't remember why I took a picture of this. The downfalls of not immediately composing posts after the playthrough...

But yeah, those giant two-room dungeons with guaranteed MH's and a huge mass of enemies in the other room aside is definitely a theme and I hate it.

Andrea consumed enough Gummis to obtain this IQ skill, which is awesome since Max Elixirs are so hard to come by.

Look at this!! I'm pretty sure Blizzard only had 7 PP before! Yee haw!

I wonder which Pokémon are the ones bothering Sneasel Pichu?

OH NOOO!! I'm imagining this grisly scene where all these Combusken are just pecking Pichu to death.

Team Frontier happens to beat us to the punch:

I love that Onix is so big that she blocks Nidoran F.

Like all territorial encroachments in Mystery Dungeon, everyone just jumps right into the fray without listening to anyone 🙄

Honestly, all of Team Frontier was pretty based. Jolteon had an ability that allowed him to attack twice in a row (I think because the weather was different?) and he consistently used X-Scissor. Nidoran F had Sesimic Toss (55 damage) and Ice Beam. Deoxys had Attack Order, Seed Flare, Rock Wrecker(!), and Swift, the last hitting for 120 damage on a critical. Combined with Teresa's Chatter (when we finally got there, because you start off a ways from everyone), they didn't stay up for much longer.

Also Jolteon shielded me when Teresa got low on HP 🥺️

"SIT DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, I SWEAR TO ARCEUS!"

"We owe you..." -> Yet another line from this game that never made any sense to me. (Unless it was sarcasm ig?)

💀You what

Hey, speaking of... I know Onix is huge and all, but have y'all seen Pichu since the fight started...?

(Beep boop, click here to advance to Part 3)

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #climbing sky peak #chapter 22

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hotshot624 · 5 months

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✨🍋Bullet Train Agere Headcanons: Flip!Lemon🍋✨

Hey y'all this one is coming out too cuz I felt bad about the lack of content so I hope y'all will enjoy this. Idk if it's actually gonna be as well written as I want it to be but I sure hope it is. Okay enjoy!💜

(I don't own any of these pictures. I found them all on Pinterest so if you know how mades these, let me know so I can add credit)

✨🍋Little!Lemon Headcanons🍋✨

(y'all I couldn't find any good pictures that made sense for a Little!Lemon so forgive me😭)

Unlike his brother or Ladybug, Lemon has been regressing way before the events of Bullet Train

He started unknowingly regressing in his early twenties and it took him a good couple of months to understand what was happening to him, but after a shit ton of googling he finally found out that what he was doing was called age regressing

After a little more research (and by that I mean he took a bunch of Quotev quizzes) he concluded that he regresses from ages 6 to 8

After a long stressful mission, when he was sure that both he and Tangerine were safe in there safe house, and Tangerine as preoccupied with doing something else like taking a long shower or sleeping, Lemon would go to one of the bedrooms, lock the doors, and regress there.

During missions, he unfortunately couldn't bring his toys or comfort items with him so he'd just put on some comfy clothes and binge some Thomas

Poor Lemon was afraid to tell his brother about his little secret in fear of Tang being weirded out by his predicament. Though it may not seem like it at some times, Lemon really does value Tangerine's opinion of him

Lemon knows his brother like the back of his hand so he was able to hide his regression from him easily without Tang ever suspecting a thing

Tangerine eventually would find out after Tang unknowingly regressed in front of him after waking up from being shot in the throat and freaked out when Lemon told him what was happening

Tangerine got so offended by the thought needing to regress, he yelled and screamed at Lemon, pretty much insulting regressors saying such horrible things that I can't even write not because I'm too lazy and brain dead to think of anything but because it was just oh so horrible 😩

Lemon eventually got fed up with Tangerine and confessed that he was a regressor too and proceeded to leave the room to allow Tangerine to cool off

This threw Tangerine for a loop.

On one hand, he didn't want to accept that his brain was causing him to regress to cope with what had happened to him. I mean Tang had been shot before so why is this any different. I mean maybe it's a little different because he's never been out in a coma because of it so there's that. He's also never been so close to thinking he's lost his brother so theirs that too but still he should be able to get over it!...... Right?

But then again on the other hand, Lemon apparently regresses too. And Tang hadn't even noticed so it can't affect his work that much. He also doesn't think that Lemon is weak for needing to regress. I mean Lemon was one of the toughest strongest, badass person Tangerine knew so if Lemon could regress...... I guess Tangerine could too

Tangerine eventually calls Lemon back into the room so he could apologize for his outburst

Lemon accepted his apology and it's been history ever since

Lemon regress from 6-8. He's definitely the oldest regressor out of the group

While Tangerine is usually the one who looks after him the most, he's not really Lemon's caregiver

I headcanon Tangerine as a Big Sib and he just does fall in caregiver space

That doesn't mean that he doesn't take care of his brother cuz he totally does he's just not a caregiver

His caregivers are however, Maria and Ladybug

Maria is there universal caregiver in the group with Ladybug coming in last place for caregiver

(I feel so bad for Ladybug😭 he's always in last place 😭 at least he's first place for Maria's littles)

This boy is an overall kid through and through

His closet is obviously filled with Thomas shirts but he does have some other solid colored ones too

I headcanon my mans as autistic so sometimes is he's overstimulated, it can cause him to regress

When regressed from overstimulation, it can cause him to go non-verbal which sucks when your a regressor because it's hard for you to communicate with your caregiver what's wrong

Thankfully Tangerine and Lemon have developed a way for communicating when Lemon can't do it verbally

Whether it's through drawing, pictures, yes or no with nodding, or sign language, Tangerine can and will find out what's going on with his brother and he will do everything in his power to help him

Lemon will sometimes flap his hands really fast and Tang likes to call him his flying Lemon

For shows, I think we all know it's Thomas the Tank Engine but he also likes watching wrestling

But only old wrestling for some reason

His favorite wrestler is The Undertaker and Andre The Giant

He loves play wrestling with either Big Tang or Ladybug

Ladybug will wrestle with him big or small it doesn't matter (Little Lemon does know to be more gentle when Ladybug is regressed as opposed to when Ladybug is big)

He has a bunch of wrestling action figures as well as multiple wrestling rings to play with

Speaking of toys he also has a bucket filled to the brim with different Thomas ones

From hot wheels, to stuffed animals, to wooden toys, he has them all and loves every single one of them

But their is one he loves in particular

It's a old, scratched, wooden train with small dents Tangerine bought for him on his 10th birthday when they were still in the orphanage

He loved it so much he didn't sleep without it for years, which was really uncomfortable for him but he didn't care at all, until his first mission that required him to leave for more than a day

He wasn't happy at all and Tangerine noticed but Lemon refused to tell him why because he was embarrassed. Lemon was so pissy during the mission which confused the hell out of Tang cuz he was usually the pissy one. Tangerine eventually chalked it up to Lemon just being nervous about this being their first over-night mission and let him be

But this just kept happening during all their over-night missions so Tangerine ended up getting fed up and yelled at Lemon, demanding to know what was wrong

Upset and slightly distressed, Lemon told Tangerine the truth albeit being super embarrassed about it thinking Tang was gonna making fun of him

But Tangerine didn't really say anything.

He just starred off into space, taking in what his brother just said. Then let out a loud, exasperated, almost over exaggerated sigh and left the hotel they were staying at

Lemon thought his brother had had enough of him and left him alone and this made him super upset and that lead to him regressing :(

He sat in his own bedroom in the hotel and curled up under the covers and cried

After what felt like years (but was actually two hours) Tangerine came back into the hotel seeming super pissed off and soaked head to toe in water

Tangerine: God damn stupid fucking rain! Fucking sunny as can be when I left but of course it just had to fucking down pour when I'm coming back and I don't have a fUCKING umbrella!! Oi Lemon, where are ya?!

Lemon: *still regressed and under the covers, wipes his eyes and puts on his best Big voice* uhm in here mate!

Tangerine: *walks into the room and stops for a second at the door* you been cryin? You drunk or somethin?

Lemon: OH um.... Yeah a bit yeah dats-thats it

Tangerine: well if your gonna drink yourself half to death.....or at least to the point of being a drunk suburban mum watching the notebook than you should have something to keep you from losing your fucking head *takes something out of his pocket and hands it to Lemon* here

Lemon: *takes the item and examines it* are.....are these stickers?....... Are these Thomas the Tank Engine stickers?!

Tangerine: *now kind of bashful, scratching the back of his head and facing away from him* yeah I know it's nothing like the train you've got a home but it's the best your gonna get. Went to about fucking eighty different fucking stores and not one had any small train nic nacs so I just got you that. Thought you could just have the stickers cuz it wouldn't matter if ya lost 'em and 'sides you can just put 'em in your pocket and nobody would notice

Lemon: *about to cry again but is holding it in* w-wow um...... it's a...... It's nice..... Great no freakin fantastic, thank you Tangy

Tangerine: *slightly red in the cheeks* yeah well whatever there just stickers calm down * quickly walks out of the room* And don't call me Tangy!

You know the ones where their kind of like coloring books but you just place stickers on them

And Lemon kept stickers with him ever since. They weren't as good as the wooden train he loves so much but it was better than nothing. Plus his brother gave it to him so it means something to him. Eventually Lemon started using them to help out on missions and tell Diesel's apart from Percy in a way only Tangerine would understand so they do have a helpful use

He also really likes using the stickers and putting them in sticker books

Again their gonna be Thomas the Tank Engine themed books but let's be honest are we really surprised lol

One of his favorite things to play is with nerf guns or water guns

Obviously he's gonna be pretty good at it since it kinda is needed for his job but still it's kinda impressive for someone who regresses

He loves swings too. Like seriously he'd kill a bitch to get on one and be pushed (jk but not really)

His nickname everyone calls him when little is Lemonade btw

He's kind of embarrassed by it but he does love iy

Okie dokie that's all for Little Lemonade. Next up is Cg! Lemon!

✨🍋Caregiver!Lemon headcanons 🍋✨

(I know y'all it's terrible but it's the least none threatening one I could find don't judge😭)

Is such an amazing caregiver

I know I say that about every caregiver but it's true Lemon really is

Very encouraging especially to his little ones interests

Will get a little sticker booklet with his little one’s favorite characters and give them to them as rewards

If the character is from a TV show you can 100% be expecting him to watch that show with you

He’ll try and get as much information about that character as possible so he can talk to you about them

Will also get you plushies of toys of said character so you can always feel like you have them with you

Is big on you playing with toys and not just something on an iPad or watching TV all the time

Will get you any toy you desire (I mean he makes a lot of money with his missions and all) but just really doesn’t want you sitting around

Toys like legos, dolls, action figures, puzzles, all kinda of stuff can be found from him and you’ll probably get more lol

Will also 100% play with you

Great at playing pretend

Likes to play dress up too

If you want this man in a too-too, your getting him in a too-too and even a tiara if he can find one

Or dresses up like a pirate with an eye patch and fake hook for a hand along with a horrible pirate accent

Also really enjoys coloring with his little

Y’all have like hundreds of coloring books littered all throughout your home

Gets Tang any coloring book he wants and will just sit their coloring how him

Encourages any type of stimming too

Flappy hands, verbal, rocking back and forth, hopping, shimmying, you name it’s he loves it

Never wants someone to feel ashamed that they need to let go and express there emotions through movement or sounds

Likes taking Tang on walks around a park as long as he knows their aren’t many people

So usually it’s at night

He also thinks it’s the best way to get Tang calmed down enough to go to sleep no matter how much Tang denies it

Lemon: alright just a few more laps and we can go home and you can finally go to sleep

Tang: *pouting* I’m not tired

Lemon:* amused at this but not believing it at all* Oh really? Your not tired? Not even in the slightest aye?

Tang: NO! Only babies get tired from walks and I not a baby soo *sticks out tongue*

Lemon: *laughs* Right of course my mistake. Anyways let’s just continue the walk huh? Sound good?

Tang: *calming down slightly but still huffy* I guesss

Lemon:*relieved that Tang didn’t put up to much of a fight* Good now let’s get going

Ten minutes later-

Lemon:*is literally carrying a knocked out cold Tang back into the house*

This man is strong as hell so don’t think he can’t pick someone up cuz let me tell you he can and he will

Really likes physical touch unlike his brother when I’m an older headspace

Hand holding, hugs, cheek or forehead kisses, you name it

He’s usually the one to initiate it especially when it comes to his brother but doesn’t mind at all

He can be kind of strict sometimes but the one thing he seems to be kind of laid back on his eating healthy foods

Obviously he isn’t going to allow you to eat ice cream for dinner (god I wish)

But he also doesn’t mind if his little wants a cookie as a snake or something

As long as he thinks it won’t spoil their appetite for dinner or lunch then he doesn’t mind

Honestly he might join you on your little snack adventure

Really likes doing Tang and Littlebug’s hair for some reason

He doesn’t even know why but he just really like running his finger through their hair I guess

And they definitely don’t complain

He won’t even really do anything different to their hair

He kind of just like playing with it or messing with it

Won’t do anything that they might find embarrassing though

He always puts how they’ll feel about something over about how he’ll feel

He’d feel horrible if he made them uncomfortable

He’s kind of a fuck around and find out kind of caregiver too

If he’s seen Tang or Littlebug doing something the shouldn’t be (and he knows they can’t harm themselves from it) he’ll kind of just supervise what’s going on

Bing believer on them having to see what happens so they don’t do it again

But again only if he knows they can’t get hurt

Speaking of he had a bunch of bandaids with different colors or your favorite character/thing on them

It’s kind of like the stickers

He wants you to feel better after you hurt yourself so having something that makes you happy on you to cover the wound makes him think you’ll feel better ya know

This man cannot cook to save his life let me tell you something

He burnt boiling water one time

So you’ll be eating a bunch of store bought foods instead of homemade ones

But that’s okay

He can’t be good at everything

HOWEVER

He’s strangely very good at baking

Cakes, cupcakes, cookies, scones, all different things

He also loves to bake with his Little

He’s not gonna let you near a hot oven or knife but he’ll definitely let his little one mix some ingredients or crack an egg or two

One time when he was trying to bake some brownies with Tang, poor Tang got into the bag of flour and the literal SECOND Lemon turned his back, flour was everywhere including Tang

Poor Tang had to take a LONG bath afterwards but he got bubbles so he sees it as a win

As for Lemon though

He almost cried but all in the days work of being a caregiver

He’s really just one of them most laid back out of all of them and I love him for it

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I FINALLY FINISHED ATE TALL PROUD OF ME?! I’m so sorry this took so long again. I’d write more but it’s almost 4 and I have to get up around 5 so I’m gonna try and get as much sleep as possible lol. See you guys later💜💜💜💜

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