#also uhh its mothers day I guess

[ruris-world]

｡･ﾟﾟ･ My sweet oblivion. ｡･ﾟﾟ･

➳ pairing: yandere!charlotte katakuri x fem!reader

➳ summary: you adapt to your new life, and your husband shows you his biggest insecurity, your reaction surprises him.

➳ content warnings: mention of previous non-con, male mastrubation, inappropriate use of devil fruit, uhh..voyeurism? dubcon,fluff, insecurity, kinda of dom!reader/ sub!katakuri, uhh, emotional breakdown [?? idk, lol ] ooc katakuri, err marriage kink?? [ i seriously don't know ], oh! a bit of a breeding kink, a smidge of a size kink [ i mean come on, he a big boii ], emotionally vulnerable katakuri doesn’t know how how to deal with feelings, a smidge of food play, I guess implied virgin!katakuri, reader is shy yet shameless, handjob, blowjob, pussyjob, no mention of aftercare, kind of rushed ending, also first time writing actual smut

➳ word count: 8.7 k [ 8,751 ]

➳ author note: i have katakuri brainrot, and he needs some love, so it's a win-win situation. also unedited and kind of a rushed ending. Please mention any warnings I missed. Inspired by this ask. English isn’t my first language, and I accept constructive criticism and any advice :)

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It has been a while.

7 months since the wedding, maybe.

you aren’t allowed out often, the few times that you are out you are attached to him, your husband, quite literally by his mochi.

you find it ridiculous, a power that is so powerful due to its user, you saw him fight once and it wasn’t a fair fight, if you could even call it a fight.

whatever…

days tend to blend in each other, especially if its spend in just one room, sure it’s a huge room even while not compared to your ‘normal’ sized body, but there isn’t one to really keep you company.

sure, servants come and go to bring you food, clean and organize, but they don’t speak

well, not to you at least

which you also find ridiculous, you find a lot of things are quite ridiculous.

the first month was spent crying, thrashing, and escaping, trying to at least, he would always find you, or one of his siblings would.

you stopped trying to escape when he emerged from a literal mirror

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the second month was just spent…existing?

you were, are scared of him, you just spent it in a haze, you guess, you don’t remember much but you do remember the time you almost caught him with his scarf off.

It was by accident really, but before you could even glimpse at what was hidden you passed out, and woke up with an aching head, and flowers with a bunch of donuts on your side of the bed.

you didn’t really care what was under the scarf to be honest, but after that incident you went out of your way to avoid him if you even thought his scarf was off.

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the third month…, was when he ‘forced pleasure’ on you.

you guess he is a man after all….

he never did anything other than use his fingers, but even that was too much for you, if you would compare it, its like using a human cock.

well, that’s a lie…

he did use his cock once, just not his real one.

can you even consider a mochi finger shaped as one, a real cock?

you don’t want to think about it.

he never force himself at you, at least not in that sense, even when the budge in his leather pants looks so tight it may just burst.

he makes sure you are cleaned on clean sheets, then he gets off in the bathroom, and sometimes he doesn’t.

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the fourth month, is when you got invited to his mother’s tea-party, it was…nice, to go outside that is, the party itself was chaos.

believe it or not, you tend to fall into routine once you are kidnapped and aren’t allowed to get out of the room being held captive in.

so it was a breath of fresh air when you were let out of your room, and into the tea-party, and yes his siblings are a handful, and you are scared half to death from half of them , but it’s nice.

nothing much happened during the month, you don’t expect much.

…except that one instance.

he makes sure to come back at night, no matter how late the time is, he is always back, and he always gets up early, his side of the bed messy and the distant smell of him still present in the morning.

most of the time you are asleep when he gets back, sometimes you are not.

it was in the latter end that it occurred.

it was late at night, can borderline be considered a morning, no one is supposed to be awake, but you are

you were on your side, glimpses of a well-rested sleep taunt you as the door to the room opens, you don’t get up, you already know who it is, and you’re too tired to entertain his bullshit.

when you hear him call out to you, you don’t respond.

you would’ve called yourself foolish, if not for the fact that he doesn’t use his future-something-haki when he’s with you.

evident by the time, someone walked in when he was pleasuring you, and you never saw that servant again.

there is a rustling present, and it almost lures you back to sleep, except that he calls out to you again

you are annoyed, and very much on the verge of snapping at him, but you ignore it since you aren’t stupid, that is until you hear it

“darling, fuck—j-just like that”

is he…?

he wouldn’t…

“ah—you’re s-so—shit—so good”

would he?

“mmhm, you’re—hah—so sweet f’ me”

what are you supposed to do? do you turn around? talk? pretend to be asleep? ignore?

his pants continue mixed in with a couple of curses and groans, most of them are stifled and you hate that his voice alone sends blood rushing to your face and awaken a second rhythm within you.

you shift to test the waters, he doesn’t make an attempt to stop based on his noises, maybe you shouldn’t…

you ignore that part of you that says you shouldn’t, as the ‘squelnch, squelench, squelench’ drowns your thoughts.

you just wanna see, peek at his tip, see what the obscure sound is, surely his hands and cock aren’t the only thing that can produce such sounds, and bring him such pleasure, right?

it should be fine, right?

you’re his wife, it’s ok, right?

right?

right.

you slowly shift your body, trying not to make such ruckus that you do stop him, and his pleasure from escalating any further.

‘fuck it’ you think as you lay on your other side, eyes closed and make a sleepy sound, you hope it won’t deteriorate him or the situation.

his grunts don’t last another second, as everything around you stills, and silence fill the air, the sound of your deep breaths, and his harsh ones are the only thing present, seconds pass by and then-

hands are on your head, they trail to you cheek, and you feel one of his fingers trace lines on your cheek, and then they let go.

you don’t feel or hear anything after that, and you worry that you caused him to stop, and not reach his end.

not that you should care if he does cum or not.

that thought is interrupted by the noisy sound of slapping of his skin against something that continues, only this time faster and louder.

you are afraid to open your eyes, but that fear disappears when you hear his next words

“i’m going—fuck going to b-breed, you, be -hah- be a good w-wife and take it” accompanied by a loud moan.

all caution is out the window, as your eyes fly open, and what you see leaves you breathless and dripping.

there he is, charlotte katakuri, sweet commander, cold, merciless, the perfect brother, the man who brought you here, your captor and husband, fucking his fist.

his mochi fist, that looks like a cushion and is suspiciously moving along with his hips.

you don’t dare look up, eyes transfixed on his hips moving in and out of the cushion, his cock looks so big and you can even see its imprint —despite the dim lighting— from inside the makeshift cushion, his other hand is gripping the mochi with a death-grip, and you can only imagine what his face looks like.

you hate what the image does to you.

you hate the fact that you can feel your slick drench your panties, even more and then it occurs.

“f-fu—ck!”

holy shit.

you think you can cum from the image of him cumming alone, his hips stall in their movement as he cums, his thighs tense, yet shakes, and his cum spills into and out of the makeshift cushion or fleshlight or whatever; no other thoughts enter your mind other than that you want that thing to be you.

you almost scold yourself for the thought, but then he starts moving again and he do so with a whine you can’t watch it, you wish you could but you honestly think you would cum if you would do, so you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

that night you sleep to the sounds of him panting, and wake up to the same messy sheets with no evidence of the night prior other than the drench in your pants and an almost un-noticeable tear in his pillow.

it’s also the month when he starts to become least present.

sure he sleeps at your chambers with you, but he doesn’t visit or stay or talk, not like he used to, and you find it ridiculous.

you find it ridiculous that he makes you crave his presence, you find it ridiculous that he makes you miss him, you find it ridiculous that you cry yourself to sleep twice a week because of him.

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the fifth month, you snap.

he comes in one day, it's midday if you would assume, there are no clocks in your shared room so you have no way of telling, you are reading a stupid romance that can’t catch your attention, when the door open and the ‘clink, clink, clink’ of his steps appear.

you look up at him, as he shrugs off his jacket, and wanders to your shared closet.

you would have admired his back, if you weren’t so blinded with rage, you look at the mirror, think twice, shake your head then get up from your place.

you stalk towards the closet doors in the big room, and come face-to-face with his leg, oh what did you even expect?

you look up at him, as does he look down on you, he speaks first “darling? do you require anything?”

you stare, and stare and stare, a million thoughts rush into your head, a million more you want to scream at him, in the end just tears fill your eyes.

you sniff, gather all your strength and hit his leg, he may punish you but you don’t care, you are hurt.

“why did you leave?” another hit

“who do you think you are?” another hit

“you can’t j-just—just leave me like this!” another

“what? you can’t even spend time with me?” and another

“you’re so so…selfish!” another, and another and another, and then he bends down, and you break.

your eyes are closed, sobs recks your body and fills the air, your tears fall to the ground, and you probably look like a mess right now, but you don’t care.

your breath escapes in gasps, and you feel yourself being picked up, you’re so tired you can’t even yelp.

he brings you up to him, and when you open your eyes, blurry vision can barely see past his scarf, sobs, snot, tears, and even a bit of drool are falling all over his gloved hand.

god, you are so pathetic.

before you can wallow in more self pity, his other hand come to wipe at your face, and trying to save yourself from more humiliation, you go to help him, he doesn’t let you, and you don’t have the power to fight him.

your face is flushed, and you try to calm your harsh breathing that is broken by a few sobs.

once you have calmed down enough, he speaks, voice filled with an unknown emotion “I apologize darling, I hadn’t quite thought of how my actions may affect you”

you look up at him and hold his stare, after a few moments he pats your head.

you stare off at his scarf and decide to just spit it out before you chicken out “w-will you stay with me?”

his eyes soften, and you feel your heart flutter as the words “of course, my dear” are whispered into the air.

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the sixth month is…messy.

your relationship is improving somewhat, there are still awkward moments, not that you are the one to blame; after all it's not like you asked to be kidnapped.

it’s the month he lets you out the most, he takes you on walks, and strolls, he combs your hair once, well at least he tried, he makes you sleep on his chest that month, you refused at first, but he didn’t care and either way you both know that you can’t do anything about it.

you think that his chest is warm and smells like mochi, and you had asked him to take you with him when he went to do his work, surprisingly he did.

he makes you a mochi bed thingy, which you quite enjoy as it is very comfortable and bouncy. You stopped asking for it though, since he would become red in the face almost every time you did ask for one, and would sometimes leave you alone in the room.

you find being left alone ridiculous.

you find the fact that you miss him, more so.

you find yourself catching feelings, the most ridiculous fact of all.

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the seven month, this month is…

you are in your room, getting ready for bed, he isn’t here, however you find comfort that he would be in the morning, after all tomorrow is your anniversary, and he had made sure that he got the day off, well half-a-day but it’s better than nothing.

you are in your nightgown, about to get under the covers when he enters the room, and locks the door, which he doesn’t normally do, unless he leaves you alone in his office.

something is wrong

the air around him is tense, you can tell from the frown present on his face, and the slight rigidity of his movement confirms your suspicion that something is wrong.

you are debating whether or not to ask him when he sit on the bed, you blink and tilt your head, the question lingers in the air, you ask nonetheless “is something bothering you?”

he looks at you, you hold his stare, your frown mirrors his, it deepens when he sighs, he looks to the side.

this is new, he is usually…well, straightforward, blunt.

you sit upright when he mumble a “it’s nothing”

“katakuri…, what is it?”

he looks at you, off to the side again, back at you, closes his eyes, then sighs.

“kata—”

“I may be a monster, but I will always protect you, you may find it unpleasant, many before you have, however that won’t deter my affection for you…”

you are confused as fuck.

his eyes are on you, watching you as if you’re the only one that matters, and in that instant you feel like you are.

“it’s an unsightly matter, I will not put the blame on you, if you may wish not to view.”

what the hell does he mean?

he stops, and makes his way into the bed adjusting himself so that his face is near yours, and then he continues.

“this mark of shame that is constantly on me, i will not be saddened if you may not require to view it, again…”

you can see the intensity of emotions in his eyes, and despite all the words spewing out of his mouth, you think that you can get lost in the pretty amber.

“after all it is the reminder of my failure, a-as a brother, my imperfection…”

his hands go up into his face, you feel obliged not to look away, as if you owe him this, grips his scarf with one large hand, stays there, waits.

his breathing is hard, like he has been waiting for this moment, knows how it will end.

…and in one swift movement the barrier between the both of you is broken.

his eyes scan your face, as you do the same.

you want to laugh, honestly.

scoff at his face, and laugh at him.

for thinking all of that, and making a speech over some fangs.

it’s laughable, but you don’t.

laugh that is.

what you do is scan his face, his lips are kissable, his fangs are nice, gives him a charm about him, you wonder how they feel, are they pointy? or soft? could a nip penetrate the skin? you want to touch them, no you want them to touch you.

you want to feel them, really feel them, want to kiss them, want to feel them running down your body, want them to go up and down, want to feel them between your legs, nipping at your—

his scar stretches all the way up to his ears, and you never thought a scar could looks so attractive before, you want to kiss it, every inch of it, you want to run your hand through it, you wonder if the skin feels different there? would the texture feel different than his skin, his lips? how far is he willing to let you explore him?

you intake a sharp breath, his eyes flicker to you, right now though, right now, with his heated cheeks, laboured breath and flickering eyes, he looks so, so…

“cute.”

he blinks, you do too.

a blush.

“you’re so cute, katakuri”

your hand goes to his cheek, his eyes follows.

your thumb runs over his scar, it does feel different.

not bad…, just different.

he blinks at you, you can feel the heat rising to his cheek, when you look at him, he holds your stare for no more than a second then immediately invades it, you swore you saw a glimmer of tears there.

a few more beats and breaths, his hand stops you from touching his fangs, his eyes still haven’t caught yours.

“s-stop, it’s not—you may hurt yourse—”

his words are cut off by your hum, you can almost feel his doubt, guilt, he’s nervous, anxious, and you never wanted him more.

you slip your hands out of his, you take a large hand into your tiny ones and begin pulling it towards you as your words fill the air between you both

“you don’t believe me, hm? well, you can use your whatever haki, or…”

your eyes goes up, up, up, as the hand that you captured goes down, down, down.

“you can check for yourself…”

until it reaches below your nightgown and presses his enormous fingers into the damp spot, leaves them there.

you take a deep breath, consider your choices, this man is the one who took you, forced himself on you, you feared him for the longest time, he left you alone multiple times, felt like you were abandoned, but…

his eyes speaks volumes, there are tears and disbelief present, and that speech that left his mouth still makes it so that he is open, vulnerable

you want to take care of him, eventhough….

ah, fuck it, you think and then speak.

one.

two.

three.

“…my dear husband”

he intake a sharp breath, and stills, you swear you could see his eyes darken, his fingers push where you left them, which makes a surprised moan leave your lips.

and then you pull yourself up into him, your hands are on his cheek, a few beats then he looks at you, a frown on his face.

you pay it no mind as your lips crash into his.

a beat, then another, and another, then he responds, and oh, does he respond.

its inexperienced, messy, your lips don’t mold together, but god is it satisfying.

you don’t think you have been kissed like this before, you don’t think you will ever be kissed like this again, and in that moment you don’t think you mind it so much.

at first it's slow, then escalates and escalates, and then there is tongue, and spit, and drool, and teeth, and fangs.

you find out that the fangs do break skin, well at least the ones on your lips.

a beat, and a second, then a third, your heart throbs against your ribcage, and escalates until you are almost sure that he can hear it, you want to stay there forever, trapped into an infinite kiss but alas you are a human and you need oxygen.

you pull back, he chases after you, trapping you again against him, you smile, pull back, want to tease him yet his hand pushes your head pressing into him, he wants more and more and more.

he is greedy.

he is insatiable.

he is selfish.

but only with you.

only for you.

you put your hand on his jaw, he jolts, you break free, with only a string of spit trapping you to him.

pants escapes you, making you breathe harder, and harder, he isn’t in a better state than you, in fact you would say he is in a worse state.

drool escaping from the side of his open mouth, face flushed till his neck, you can swear there are hearts in his eyes, along with unshed tears—your heart clenches at the sight.

your lips brush against his, and he almost captures you again, if not for the grip you have on his hair, one tangled in his now messy hair, another grabbing at the nape of his neck, he groans as the grip you have on him causes you to pull on his hair. 

he presses his fingers into you, both of you are playing a dangerous game.

none of you mind.

“wait, kata…lay on your back.”

his eyes that were previously glazed with a haze clear a bit, yet there is a confused frown on his face.

“huh? b-but you—”

“shh, kata, let your wife take care of you for a split second, and relax.”

“come on, katakuri…” a peck on his lips, “be a good husband and lay on your back” another peck, this time near his fangs, “let me make you feel good” another peck, this time on his nose, his eyes flutter close at the contact.

with a groan he gets off you, and lays on his back on the bed, you follow after him, straddling his heaving chest.

your hands slowly travel along his abdomen, towards his pecks, slowly trace over each nipple, lingering there and then escalate towards his neck, to his jaw which is slack open for you, his eyes continue to follow each movement as your hands stay at his jaw a bit further.

you dully note that a past you would call you ridiculous, what you are doing is ridiculous, would probably shout at you, tell you that you shouldn’t do this with your kidnapper, the man who strike so much fear inside you, the man who hurt you for far too much, that you should hurt him just as much, and even if it was a lie call him ugly, disgusting, a monster.

you leave that part behind you whenever you press your lips to his jaw, trailing pecks over there, he jerks in your hands, you guess he is pretty sensitive there.

you hum, with a smile, and whisper in his ear “what’s wrong kata? did i hit a spot?” he shudders in response, and you get more wet at the thought that a man so big, powerful, and beefy is reduced to a shuddering and blushing mess with just a few touches.

Katakuri has no idea how to feel, or process the situation before him.

He didn’t expect your response in a million years, and the mere thought that you not only said those words but continued to mark him with your wet kisses and wandering hands makes his head spin.

and while surprise and bashfulness full him and heat his cheeks at the way you called him your husband—the tone, the hidden emotion, and the way you looked at him—he can’t deny that it turned him on, immensely.

perhaps he should feel more grateful for you and your reaction, however he can’t help feeling that maybe you do deserve to feel some level of disgust at viewing his face, that maybe you should have screamed, or that maybe you should have—oh

“Fuck”

“Hmm? now tell me dear husband of mine—” he almost whines “—where have i lost you”

he flushes more under your gaze that captures him feels like it will swallow him whole, it's lustful and full of want, he duly notes the effect you have on him, and that a past him wouldn’t be so appreciative that he is allowing himself to be weak and vulnerable.

but that’s ok.

because the past him doesn’t have you around.

because the past him doesn’t have you kissing down his tattoos.

because the past him doesn’t have you whispering hushed praises about him.

because the past him doesn’t have your lips kissing and licking down his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you willingly blushing and fumbling as you ascend his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you, just you, so tiny, and exposed to him.

his hands flex at his sides as you kiss down his happy trail, leading you to his prominent bulge that's straining against his leather pants.

you hum and look at him through your lashes, his breath catches in his throat, god he’s so weak for you, its almost pathetic.

Almost.

your tiny fingers go to his belt, trying to free him, yet as you fumble with the skull on his belt, his hands come to join you, he’s hesitant, you note “can you help me?” you encourage him and the blush is consistently increasing down his neck as he whispers a “yes”

you let go and watch in fascination the way his hands quickly and masterfully unbuckle his belt, then proceeds to remove his pants, your hands flies to his, “take those off too” you motion to his gloves.

he nodes then does as he is told, and you inspect them, you know how they feel, but seeing every little detail in them? appreciating how his hands are much bigger than yours? how are his fingers longer? knowing they could reach spots you never dreamed of experiencing?

god, they were pretty, looked calloused and rough, like they have texture, and the veins that ran down them, you could drool.

your thighs unconsciously rub against each other to gain some friction, but you remind yourself that this isn’t about you, it's about him.

“kata, kata, you’re so pretty..”

his closes his palms at that, and flexes them open, you can’t help it, your hands go to grab his fingers and bring them to your lips “can i?”

“yeah.” he says the word breathless, and you don’t wait a second before you put two fingers into your mouth, both of you groan at the contacts. Your hands goes to hold his hand and guide more of his fingers into your wet cavern, you suck on them and run your tongue under them, as response he presses on your tongue, weighing it down, you moan at the feeling, dragging his fingers backwards and forth, a few more times until you feel harsh breaths blowing into your face, you open your eyes that you haven’t even realised you closed, to meet amber ones.

Katakuri’s eyes were wide blown, watching the way your mouth sucks his fingers off like its a cock, and the way you seem like the simple act of having his fingers in your mouth has brought you pleasure, he couldn’t help it, he normally has enough self-restraint, but it was like his fingers had a mind of their own.

you are taken aback by the taste of a mochi-like substance that suddenly erupts in your mouth, and you stare at him yet find his gaze distracted at the way his fingers escape your mouth to make the liquid dribble down your chin and into his leather pants.

You swallow what you could of the liquid, and he watches with eyes of a predator as it gobbles down your throat, you lose yourself for a moment in his face, and once again you are captured by the beauty of the man infront of you.

Katakuri can feel the heat of your cunt on him, and the realization that he is the one who got you all hot and bothered turn him on more than he cares to admit, he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and when his eyes flicker to you, he is stunned by you for a second, and just when he is about to be captured in your spell again its broken by your small “hi”, and he thinks you never looked more adorable than this, so flustered and tiny, cute little gasps escaping you, and the way you keep fidgeting around.

“Hey” his voice rumbles, a rare smile crossing his face, and the giggle that you let escape warms his heart a bit more.

The wholesome moment is yet again interrupted, by the gasp he lets out as you adjust yourself directly into his bulge, and the shocked expression, followed on by the smirk on your face lets him know that he’s in for real.

You continue your previous actions, and pull down your kata’s pants, he helps you by raising his hips and then continuing to pull them down further down, and yet again you are infatuated with the man below you. The way his thighs are flexing and twitching, they looked so muscular and you find yourself wanting to bite them, kiss them, and worship them, yet the only thing that you find more delicious is the way the now much larger bulge is wet, you’re not even sure if a man can spare that much pre, without cuming.

You wont lie, you are intimidated by his size, that isn’t fully revealed, yet you find yourself strangely aroused, you’re not even sure why, thus before you can back out, you pull down his boxers, and your jaw drops.

The way he almost slaps your face as he springs up, only to be hung down by the sheer weight of him, the way he has veins running up and down his shaft, the way he is continuously twitching and the way he throbs, the angry red tip that is all but leaking delicious pre, all that and more makes a second rapidly fast heartbeat in you awaken, and all you can think is that you want him i– no.

you need him inside you.

“Darling, y-you don’t have to do this if you–oh fuck” he is cut off by your mouth leaching on his tip, and sucking on him, you can’t fit him inside you, yet you hollow your cheeks and push more of him into you.

Katakuri is convinced he has died and ascended to a heaven-like place for monsters like him, not only is he feeling toe-curling pleasure, he is receiving it all from you, and katakuri has never felt more loved as he does now.

Laying on his back, with you pleasuring him, and both of you having such a vulnerable yet intimate moment, he would have never imagined this the day that you came into his life, not by the way you reacted at first, screaming and thrashing all around.

No, he was fully prepared to live all his life loving you while you hated him and despised him, you are his everything, and as he gasps at the way you littered him with kisses, all wet and sloppy, he can swear that he has never felt more loved and in love than in this moment.

You lick up the pre from the underside of his cock all the the way to his tip, where you kiss it, before smearing some on your lips, you lick your lips as you watch the way your hands continue to pump him, he’s so big, both your hands can’t even fit around him.

“You taste so good kata, like mochi” you giggle at the sound that escapes him at that statement, before going back to licking and sucking him, one hand goes to his balls, while the other sneaks its way to rub at your embarrassingly wet panties.

You close your eyes shut, as you hear the few groans that he lets out, his mouth otherwise covered by his hand, you would have told him to let you hear him, if you couldn’t feel that he was close.

You try your best to relax your throat, its painful you won’t deny but you know you will be rewarded with the sight of him cumming, so you push through, you force your muscles to relax, to fight the discomfort, you bring both hands to stroke his twitching length, you try what you know, your drool and his previous pre helps serve as lube.

Your eyes snap to him, intent on watching him climax, katakuri’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his mouth is covered by one hand, drool escaping the side of it, his other hand gripping the pillow beside his head so hard that you worry about it for a moment, yet the best treat of all is his eyes, rolled to the back, and if the light focused just right you could see the tears mark down his flushed cheeks.

it’s all too much for you, and yet it proves the same for him as his hips suddenly jolts, with a keen moan–more like a whimper of your name–and then he cums, it’s sweet, yet thick and is too much, your eyes water trying to swallow as much as you possibly can, however it proves futile as after a few seconds you’re getting off him, choking and gasping for air, you try to get your breathing under control, and when you do, it’s when he just finished cumming.

Katakuri does not recall what happened the moment his orgasm has him, all he know is that the pleasure was too much, and then he was seeing stars, he barely registers the sound of choking, nothing but pleasure that he never has felt before registers in his veins, it’s as if every fibre of his being is experiencing it, and he thinks he passed out for a few moments, he cannot recall.

All katakuri knows is that by the time his eyes are opened again, he feels at easy yet so ridiculously sensitive for the first time in his life he doesn’t have the words to describe how he feels, only that he was feeling an after-glow of pleasure he can’t comprehend however that was contracting the look on your face, your eyebrows are crossed in a frown, and you had your hands holding the side of his face.

your thumb rubbing his cheek, which was a weird sensation, not unpleasant…just different; he feels exposed, like he is showing something meant to be a secret to everyone and everything around him, yet he never more close to you than at that moment, and he quite liked that, he liked having you and him alone, intimate, vulnerable together, to be able to indulge in each other like this has to be a blessing, or divine intervention to have an angel like you gifted to him.

“You’re drooling, kata”

He didn’t think he had the energy to blush even more, nevertheless you prove him wrong once again in the same night, yet the sound of your laughter makes it worth the temporary embarrassment, without him noticing a smile stretch into his face, he feels safe and content with you.

But then he remembers, “darling?”

“Kata” he can hear the smile in your voice, he takes both hands in his, and your smile flatters a bit, “what’s wrong? Did you not like it?”

He shakes his head, before pressing his lips to your palms, he’s careful not to graze you with his fangs. “No, i did, i enjoyed it quite a lot, frankly”

“Then what's wrong, do you-”

“Darling, rest, i just…”

“Hm?”

“Well, i–you, i want to return the favour…i need to make you feel good” he feels like a fool, stumbling over his words like that.

“...you don’t have to do that”

“No, I want to, I need to bring you pleasure, as the one you have brought upon me, only if you are comfortable with that too. darling , do you want this?”

“Yeah” it's breathless, the way you say it, just like he previously did and the way your lips are, it’s like every movement you make is to tempt him, tease him, it feels like a trap, and even if it was, he would gladly fall into one, if it's for you but now, now he wants to kiss you.

So he does.

You’re surprised for a moment, and he thinks that he did something wrong, before you respond back, with the same intensity. It's passionate, full of electricity and emotion, it's like two lovers have met after a long time. It's pleasant, but then it’s not. It quickly escalates, until it’s all drool, teeth and tongues clashing with each other, it’s like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit, something that you know is wrong yet feels good, too good, both of you want more, so more you take of each other, until the moment you can’t go longer with oxygen is reached.

God, this must be the millionth time you kissed him tonight, yet you can’t get enough; you want to makeout with him forever, his lips are addicting, and the way his fangs feed that addiction is unmeasurable.

Somehow during that process katakuri managed to get rid of your nightgown, you don’t even notice until you feel one of his hands creeping up your back, and that sends signals down your spine.

The way his fingers are delicately running up and down your back, and fiddling with the strap of your bra leaves goosebumps down their path that you are sure he can feel, you would be too occupied with the thought of that if it weren’t for his lips that are moulding against yours.

You let out a gasp that is swallowed by his tongue, as he manages to get you out of your bra, he keeps a hand on your hips, holding you still with one and the other one goes to your cheek pulling you away but not before ending it with a peck on your lips, you try to deepen it drunk off the taste of him but he doesn’t let you, instead he chuckles at the whine you let out and the sound goes straight to your core.

“patience, pretty…” his voice is sharp, deep, and sends tingles all over your body, the ability of his voice and the entirety of him that has a hold on you can’t be denied any longer, no matter what you try it always catches up to you.

katakuri ‘s thumb rub over your bottom lip, teasing you, everything stalls for a moment, it's like there’s only you and him, he looks majestic like this, almost heavenly, the way his amber eyes are gazing at you, almost devouring you, and then the cold air hits you, and you realize your bra has abandoned you, almost instantaneously his eyes widen with an emotion your brain cannot decipher.

Your hands go to cover yourself, suddenly feeling shy and bashful under his intense gaze, he doesn’t say anything for what felt like forever, until he grasps both of your wrists in one broad hand, and rubs circles into the back of your hand.

The other hand still trapping you against him, almost like he needs you two to be close, intertwined with each other, desiring you, becoming selfish and indulging himself for once, and yet he will be selfish, if it's with you, never once daring to think of a warm embrace, a chance to rest, to be vulnerable with no judgement, he needs you, and you need him. It’s a simple fact, yet one that seems as a sin, and yet, yet…if a monster like him is to be able to serve you, bring you pleasure, will it be less of a sin?

“Darling, don’t hide from me..” he sounds almost hurt, as if the mere thought of you thinking you’re undesirable brings him pain, as if you’re anything less than perfect, the mere thought of you not seeing yourself as he sees you, not being treated like you deserve to be makes a flame lit inside of him, he needs to show what he sees through his eyes when he dares lay his gaze on you, and he starts by pulling your hands away.

The hand on your hips brings you further into his chest while the other lets go of your hands, not before placing a kiss on each of them, your hands land uselessly into his pecs, as his mouth graze the tender flesh on your breast, hesitantly he begins placing kisses there before taking a nipple into his mouth, the euphoria you feel from such a simple act causes your hands to press down on him, and such a simple act makes you feel a heartbeat raising under your touch.

He gains courage the longer he keeps nursing on you, one hand is already playing with your other nipple, teasing you as he rolls it in-between his fingers, he’s good at this, almost too good. A choked moan escapes you at a particularly hard twist accompanied by sharp fangs scraping your skin, it’s too much and yet not enough, your hands somehow found their way into his hair, pulling at him, and you feel rather than hear the growl that follows your actions.

“katakuri, please” your voice comes out more pathetic than you would like, yet you don’t have time to dwell on it, as he releases the bud from his mouth with a ‘pop’.

He leaves a wet kiss into your other nub before whispering against it “no one else likes seeing me like this” Your hands grips his hair harder, pulling him away from your chest, his eyes unhoded and hazed with lust takes a moment to adjust to yours, ignoring the way his saliva and cool air makes your nipples stand hard you took in a shaky breath to arrange your thoughts.

“…stop” you don’t know what else to say, this is the same man who kidnapped you, and took you by force, and yeah sure your feelings for him developed into something, but it’s complicated.

it’s within your right to be upset at him, you should curse him and after all the things he had done to you, be ingratiated to be within his vacenitg yet you can’t bring yourself to do it, you look at him and his eyes stare back at you.

There it is again, that look in his eyes, it makes you want to scream, why? why? why?

You can feel tears brim near your eyes, he blinks at that once, twice, “stop, just stop!” it comes out more than a sob than you would like, yet you can’t do anything about it, you don’t want this, you don’t—

Katakuri’s lips are on yours, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks, other hand on your back, pushing you more into him, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle, connected, pulling away just to whisper sweet nothings against your lips, apologizes spill from him, and continue doing so as his kisses trail down your jaw and into your neck, his fangs scraping along them, neither painful nor pleasurable, just applying pleasure.

You gasp as wet kisses are being planted into your collarbone and descending further downwards, yet not fast enough, large large hands busy themselves by pushing you into him, other hand hovering on your thighs, hesitant, before grabbing a handful of them.

“kata, please…” It's amazing how a couple of words can make your husband snap, as soon as these words are let out into the air, his grip on you tightens where it can almost be considered painful.

He drags you closer to him, and the feeling of countless hard years of training runs deliciously against your clothed cunt. Your moan is wet and full of sound as the first real friction of the night is received by you. Familiar fingers push your ruined panties to the side before proding against your entrance, they move slowly coating themselves in your juices before plunging into you.

The wanted touch of his makes your back arch, and suddenly your back hits the mattress, and his mouth is on your nipples again, it’s all too much stimulation, the way his fingers is constantly moving in and out of you, the way his tongue leaves marks and kisses everywhere, the hold he has on your hip bone preventing you from running away from his ministrations.

Too much.

Too much pleasure, it's almost painful.

And yet.

Yet you want more.

Need more.

Your thoughts are in a jumbled mess, and it takes way more effort than you would care to admit to speak, still you do; because as his desire for you is insatiable, so is yours for him.

“W-wait, wait, please stop!” his hands stall almost immediately, he detaches his lips from your body, and his hand is again in your cheek rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, which you lean into, before meeting his gaze.

It’s full of worry, his brows furrowed, a pout on his flushed lips—really all of him is— before asking in a whisper, as to not startle you “are you alright, darling? have I gone too much? Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”

You feel bashful under his gaze, and the way he is so concerned for you, you try to regulate your breath, but you want it so bad, need it in you. “Hah- god no…no, no, I-I wanna cum on your cock…”

“Darling.., I–We can’t…”

Katakuri feels bad for the frown on your face, he doesn’t want to deny you it saddens him and as he watches a frown settles on your face, your lower lips wobbles, it pains him to see you like this and he is ready to apologize again, offer you another option to bring you pleasure as the one you brought him, yet his thoughts are interrupted again by you.

“We– you don't have to put it in…” your voice is small, mumbled but he is sure that he had heard you, he is confused for a moment before you say again, your voice wavering “you.., I can just rub it against me..” your hands immediately goes to your face.

He doesn't say anything, too stunned to say anything, his mind is running around trying to figure out how that will be possible.”We–we don’t have to do it…it’s ok, just forget I said anything” God, he really is terrible at this whole thing, however he won’t let his inability to express himself to you get in his way.

“Yes.” you sniffle and peek between your fingers to look at him “Whatever you want, just show me how to please you and I will.” The way he says those words makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You whine as he pulls your hands away from your face, he kisses them as an apology, before his breath hits your face, “whatever you want…” he whispers, so genuine and full of emotion that you almost burst out crying, but you don’t, and the only thing that manages to slip out of you is a tiny “uh-huh”

He pecks your lips, and looks at you expectantly “lay back” he does as he is told, slowly manoeuvring his way so he is sitting with his back to the headboard. His cock is semi hard, laying on his stomach twitching every other second.

Katakuri watches you intently as you fix yourself on top of him, keeping a hand near your hips to support you whenever you need it.

Your hands go to grab his cock, coaxing a bead of pre from him, his groan makes you clench, impatiently wanting to have him against you.

“Hah, you can touch katakuri, help g-guide me” you say breathing harshly, it’s not like you can go around his whole length by yourself, you need some form of assistance.

His hands grab your hips, thighs spreading widely to accompany his size, helping you align yourself with his cock. Your clit is swollen and twitching, desperate for some sort of stimulation, his precum serves as lube mixing in with both of your juices.

Your hands are on his abdomen searching for stability before you make contact with him, an embarrassingly large moan a result of that

The drag of him feels heavenly, your eyes don’t tear away from the sight of where the both of you are mixed, your lips are spread open, you can feel every vein on his shaft, every throb of him, the entirely of him, you slid easily against him, the pre of him helping you in accomplishing that.

Your breathing is harsh, biting your lips to conceal your moans before wet lips press against yours, you gasp unsuspecting of your husband's actions, before reciprocating trying to shove and mold your tongue against him

He pulls away just just for you to chase after him missing the familiar warmth, he doesn’t let you, capturing your jaw in his hands, cupping them before breathing into them, you’re practically breathing each into each other and sharing the same breath.

“Please…” you’re not above begging and thus you find yourself with a thumb in your mouth and his dark voice whispers into your ear “don’t hide, darling, speak to me, let me hear you…” you don’t think, you just nod, desperate to have him against you again “i need to hear you say it darling…”

“I-I won’t hide…just please” He can never deny you, your head is thrown back yet you can feel his gaze on you, moans escape both of you—an indicator and reassurance of the pure bliss and ecstasy you both are feeling.

He guides your hips making you feel the drag of your clit, so puffy and desperate against his cock, feels like paradise to you, the only thing that would feel better is having him inside of you—but that’s for another time.

You’re enthralled to have him like this, countless nights you have been spending thinking of a moment like this, with him, charlotte katakuri.

Your husband.

You can feel the coil in your stomach reappearing, you won’t last long—that you know, yet as you look down on your panting husband you feel the need to hold off your orgasm a bit longer, in hopes of seeing him cum.

His face is concentrated, and all scrunched up, the warmth of your cunt against his frustrated cock is nothing like he had imagined, and he distinctly notes that he can’t go back to a mochi cushion after feeling you since he can never replicate the feel of your pussy, something so divine.

Any sense of rationality katakuri has disperse as he hears your voice, high pitched, whiny and desperate—so heavenly to him “I’m gonna cum, please, wan’a cum, fe—ah!—feels good”

Your hands dig into his skin, and his speeds up, frustrated desire accompanies him, intent on watching you unfold before his eyes, he can feel his end too, never imagining something like this could feel so good.

“Go ahead and let go” and just like that with a broken moan the coil in your stomach snaps, it feels beyond heavenly to be rewarded after such a long time, and katakuri keeps you upright with a hand while the other still stimulates you, makes you ride off your orgasm and he keeps going even your orgasm washes over you in waves, it’s too much stimulation for your brain and body, no coherent thoughts are present in your body “too much, ‘s moree pleaseee….”

“Fuck.” with a curse word that seems too improper for your husband, he manages to cum for the second time of the night, semen splattering all over his stomach, his grip on your is the only thing keeping you stable from falling into his heaving chest.

The afterglow of your orgasm basks you into sleep, you’re sure when you wake up in the morning your body will be filled with bruises and an ache in your muscles, but you can’t seem to focus on that with the way your husband’s voice lures you to sleep, baking you and consuming you whole.

“Darling, you did so good, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Was I too rough? Do you require a—“

“Mhmm, want you..please, don’t leaveee…”

“Never.”

“Mhmm”

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current status: unedited

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[enchantedsoulofmine]

Missed you...

Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: Chris surprises you and your son Caleb by coming back home after four weeks as he was away filming his new movie.

Warnings: Romance between a husband and a wife/ Its fluffy/ Smut? No that detailed or heavy/ Grammatical mistakes because english is my second language.

You were sitting on the couch watching Mickey mouse with your three year old son Caleb. You kinda got used to watch Mickey Mouse as your son loved that show and sometimes watching Mickey mouse was a mother-son bonding time.

Chris has been away for filming his new movie. You and Caleb missed him a lot. He was only away for four weeks but those four weeks felt like a decade to you both. For the first few days, it had been very difficult for Caleb to go to sleep as he wanted his daddy to read bedtime stories.But he calmed down when you told him that his daddy will come to him very soon and when he will come, he will bring a Mickey Mouse soft toy.

Everyday at night, Chris face-timed you and you both would talk about your day and Chris would say goodnight to Caleb. You missed your husband a lot. And same went with Chris. He wanted to go home so bad that he even thought about quitting the project. He felt bad that you were taking care of Caleb all alone. When during face time, you tell him that Caleb was throwing a tantrum, he felt so guilty that you had to go through it all alone. But you always told him that he should not feel guilty like that. The sweet smile that you passed him always made him feel better.

Your phone rang and you picked it up from the coffee table. You saw that it was Chris who was face timing you. You felt a blast of happiness in your heart and picked up the phone. "Hello, baby" Chris' smooth voice reached your ears which made you smile. You saw some trees behind Chris,maybe he was in a park or something taking a walk."Hello Chris" you said giving him a sweet smile. "How're you baby?" He asked, wearing his cap. "I'm just missing my husband!" You pouted sadly, "aww,my love, i'm missing you too" he said in a sad voice. "How is Caleb?" He asked, "He is missing his daddy!" You said looking at your now sleeping child. "Tell him 'i love him' and i love you" Chris sent you a soft smile. "And i love you" you smiled. "When are you coming back home?" You asked, "Uhh...about that..." Chris took a pause and then started speaking again. "I have too stay here for one more week, love, i'm sorry" he said. Your heart broke and you felt like crying. You just missed your husband so much. "Chris" you sighed. "My love, i also don't want to stay here, i want to hug you, kiss you and i just want to be with my family" Chris mumbled sadly. You looked at your son and then sighed again. "Okay, bye Chris, i have to make lunch" you said. "Bye my love, taks care" he passed you a small smile and you hanged up the phone.

You started moving your fingers through Caleb's brown hair, which he inherited from his father. You were thinking about Chris and you went into a trance. The doorbell dinged and made you break out of your trance. You went to open the door sighing.

When you opened the door, what you saw literally made your eyes pop out. It was Chris. He was standing there passing you his charming boyish smile, his one hand holding his suitcase and the other holding a paper bag. You swung at him like a koala bear and smashed your lips against him. He kissed you back and pushed you inside the house. Chris closed the door,his hands trailing up and down your body. Gosh!you missed that feeling of his hands.

You both pulled away from the kiss, all breathless and with swollen lips. "Chris?" You breathed out surprised as he just told you few minutes ago that he was not coming home for one more week. "I wanted to surprise you baby, i guess i did a nice job" he winked at you which made you giggle. Gosh!Chris missed listening to that giggle of yours. "You did Mr Evans" you teased and he pulled you close to him by your waist. He just grinned and squeezed your Ass cheeks which made you slap his chest, a blush crept on your cheeks.

"Guess someone missed me a lot" you teased him and he just smirked. "Hmm...and who used to send me their nudes?" He teased you back. "Ohh, and who was that who used to send me their Hard cock's photos?" You smirked and tugged at his brown hair. "You gonna see how much i missed you tonight love" he growled and kissed you hard.

"Daddy!" A small voice broke your kiss and looked that your son who was running towards Chris. "Buddy" Chris picked him up and hugged him tightly."I missed you Daddy" Caleb said and kissed Chris' cheek. "Missed you too Buddy" Chris smiled at him. "And i got something for you" Chris set Caleb back on the floor and gave him the paper bag. Caleb impatiently searched the paper bag and pulled out a Mickey Mouse soft toy. He got so happy. He thanked his daddy and went and sat on the couch, playing with the soft toy.

"And you,Sexy girl... i'll give you your gift at night" Chris winked at you and you started blushing.

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[ieatnomnom9823]

Beavis and Butt-Head fanfiction

     Butthead was sitting outside of Maxi-Mart eating a hotdog, waiting for Beavis to come out of the bathroom. What’s taking him so long? “Huh huh huh, he’s probably spanking his monkey, huhuhuhuhuhuhu..” A shady looking woman covered in a cloak comes out from behind the alley. Probably just some homeless lady. She starts approaching Butthead. “Hey, I don’t have any money, huhuh, you’ll have to get your funny powder another time.” She keeps on walking up to him. “Lady, are you deaf?? Huhuhuh, I don’t have any money!” She gets close to him and extends her hand, with a doll in it. “This is for you, Butthead…” Butthead looks at the doll and grabs it, now holding it in his hand and looking at the detail, not watching the creepy woman anymore. “Uhhhh… I don’t play with dolls, huhuhuhuh. Here you go” He tries to hand the doll back to the lady but she is already gone. “Huhuhuhuhuhuhu, creep.” Beavis finally leaves the bathroom and sits down next to Butthead, not even noticing the doll and just eating some nachos he got from inside.

     “Hey, Beavis, huhuhu..While you were in the bathroom beating it, some creepy lady… I think… gave me this doll, huhuhuh. It kinda looks like you, huhuhuhuhu.” Butthead hands Beavis the doll. “Uhh, Butthead, I don’t think you should be messing with this. I’ve seen shows on TV, and they’re dangero-” “Shut up, Beavis, huhhuhuhuh.” Butthead slaps Beavis across the face to shut him up. Beavis screams out in pain and just mutters under his breath, “hmm, sure sure, yeah I- I guess you’re right, hmm..”

     Over a few days, Butthead grew very attached to the toy, not listening to Beavis’ warnings. On a random Tuesday, Butthead decided to steal Mr. Anderson’s riding lawn mower and take the doll out for a ride. “Huhuhuh, hey baby~, huhuh. This is my kewl car, uuuhuhuhuhuhuhuh..” Butthead says to the toy, which he has now named Beaver. (He took it out for a date and saw a beaver and named it that) Beavis was wearing his finest suit, which isn’t very fine, because Butthead had asked him to be the waiter and bring them some food he had taken from Mr. Anderson’s pantry, which was mostly just cheetos and beer. 

     As Butthead is poorly driving the lawn mower with Beaver, Beaver falls out and gets its left arm stuck under the lawn mower and is very easily torn off. Beavis was walking out of Mr. Anderson’s house, carrying the beer in his left hand and the cheetos in his right, he suddenly drops the beer. And his whole arm. Beavis shrivels up in a ball, and sobs in agony. Butthead hears the cries and stops the mower. He gets off and picks up poor, poor Beaver. He sees some glistens of red in the corner of his eye and starts running towards it. He sees Beavis sobbing, as his arm is pulled off and he dropped the beer. Butthead sticks Beaver in his pocket and scoops up Beavis in his arms and carries him to the house. 

     He sets down Beavis and gets some gauze for Beavis’ severed shoulder, clueless on what happened and where his arm is. He starts soaking up the blood, but is also kind of laughing at Beavis’ horrible predicament. A few days later, Beavis and Butthead and Beaver are sitting down in front of Maxi-Mart, when that same shady lady walks up to Butthead again. “Give it to me, boy.” She says. Butthead looks confused as hell and says “What do you want, asswipe?” She says, “give me the one you have named Beaver”. Butthead just looks pissed off now, and shouts “I’ll never give you Beaver! I love it. Go away, dill weed” She starts looking angry now, too, and says softly but angrily, like a mother, “Beaver or Beavis. Take your pick.” Beavis hears his name and starts getting nervous, but also angry. “H-hey, buzz off, bunghole!” He stands up and kicks the lady in the girl balls. The lady just disappears into thin air, but so does Beaver. A note is left behind, probably saying what happened, but we will never know because Beavis and Butthead set fire to it in an alleyway.

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[gerard5d]

remembered some of my host design thoughts from 2020 just gonna straight up copy and paste them some grammar mistakes don't mind that too much

host design progress/thoughts/etc/etc

schmitty - when i listened to his (scared) tmp2 voicelines i imagined him (and did like 2 doodles) as a humanoid red quip. whether or not that's because me and my friends memed said quip a lot and i began assoisating the quip with schmitty might...idk be up in the air lol.

anyways i basically made him a human verison of the red quip and my human verison for him came later

cookie masterson - i think i listened to his F U easter eggs? and then boom. cookie, made his tie a ...cookie tie bc of his name lol

REDACTED - i think i listened to the tmp1 " voice reveals "? i forgot, man it's only been two months. anyways i know i based their look soley on something said on their tumblr page, " based raised in the woods ". and i made their " not shadowy " form not too long after

to quote myself: " well hes a serial killer or something right " . oh and i believe i made his shirt purple bc that color is sometimes associated with evil! woo. as for my first take on his Totally normal man in society he did not seem like a guy that could play off being a Totally normal man in society. he had fricking pink eye and was bleeding from his mouth and looked really sickly

todd - ah the funny internet man! my first design for him ..funky hair. i know i went through like 3 hairstyles for him and whether or not i wanted to give him shorts.

the 3 things that stayed through out all the designs are: shades, fire tie/fire on the pants and green crocs. now that i think about it his clothes are weird lol..

nate - soley based on his F U easter egg. " i'm pretty (fricking) expensive. " i also wanted to use a different head shape.

from my first sketch of him, nothing has really changed except for the stripes on his tie

guy towers - oh fgod my first reference drawing of him, the colors and design are pretty much the same now except i changed his shoes a bit and give him a short ponytail

idk hes the sports guy and sports people wear visors...yea

oh my gosh i think i gave guy a ponytail bc of some " au doodle/ the whereabouts of the ydkj hosts "

binjpipe - oh uhhhhhh ,is pink , hair shapes a b, she is the only character with a eye color (i guess bc i didnt really bother giving eye colors to any of my hosts)

my design for it has not changed, the onyl thing i added recently was circuits on her hands! bc . idk circuits are cool

schmitty but human - ohhey i found it, i imagined in his ydkj days hes just...pretty tired. hence gray hairs! and i know the tie i very loosely based on Funny Faster Funnier or wahtever it is

dr ro (hc name: dr.rangsey) - short science girl! idk i think the phrase " lab safety is mint colored! " fits her and thats something i thought about..and her colors are based on her game

again her design did not change much i think i just made the labcoat look better

hfelicia - ohhh i remember really wanting to make a design for her . i was like I GOTTA DO THIS.. and tentacles were a requirement. and a eyeball in her hair

one sketch i have is her with eyes on her arms which i believe i did put in, in her monster form . ok i just found when i got around to linearting and coloring, i realized her outfit was too similar to the mother in her game so i changed it (and ngl i was thinking of maid outfit kinda) i looked up vintage clothes and gave her something from that, and red shoes lol

guesspionage host (hc name: abigail s) - oh!! i doodled him on paper first, my final design is pretty different my gosh

my next sketch for him then has boots and a different head shape , uhh yea, eventually i made the shoes Not fricking big and i gave him some cool glove thing with...circuits! bc to quote on my reference page " epic shocking prank ". ngl that was mostly bc of gandra dee in dt17 bc she has nanobots or whatever on her hand and its pretty cool and i thought this host would be the kind to get stuff like that

and could be used for self defense i think? shocking hurts and its like ..opposite of binjpipes' kinda. his are on the palm while hers are on the opposite of the palm (??i dont know my human terms)

dandelion - design hasnt changed much either! and i hc him to be schmitty's brother so i uhh yea made them look similar somewhat. BUT MAN THE SHOES IN HIS FIRST DESIGN............not great. i added a bit more to his suit..jumpsuit? in my latest design for him! swaggy

buzz lippman - when i first heard him there were 2 things i know were needed - a tophat and yellow glasses

my first design for him isnt different from his latest deisgn, i jsut gave him a blue tie. blue as to tie into nate bc theyre cousins and i gave nate a yellow tie os yea

dixie - aww my first sketch for her was cute, i wanted something flowy, i made her somewhat angelic! and her dress has clouds ..and the thing around his waist and her cape are supposed to represent the millions of words made up! (vaguely bc no way am i gonna write words there) oh and the cape is kinda uhh like her wings persay!

civic doodle hostress and old man - AHHA my first doodle of old man was just a stick figure bc thats how hes shown in the ride. and i gave them both stick figure forms bc why not? EHAj i wasnt sure what colors to give to them at first so i used ms paint colors, AND OLD MANS BEARD WAS MADE OUT OF POMPOMS..God haa i didnt give him a beard at first when i finalized both of their designs

gene - referenced from his ingame look in sti, thought hed be a office guy so yep! and his pants have pixels similar to todd's sleeves , bc they are kinda a duo right

helen - awhhg she looks pretty anger in her first sketch and latest design...i thought of her color being green at first and man her skin color was more sickly

otherwise her hair style and form havent really changed. ohh there was a short time where i thought she was the ceo of binjpipe ..glad i didnt continue on with that thought, anyways stan helen bc she has to deal with 5 men sending each other to the bottom constantly </3 , or did so in teh ride

dot! - ah! my first digital sketch of her, really the two things that changed were her hairstyle and her pants. hairstyle is a thing thats stumped me several times lol, ooh her colors changed a bit too

ahh i wanted to give her a tuxedo shirt at first but i didnt 😔

bob - hairstyle REALLY stumped me with this one . and for my first digital sketch i quote myself " honestly keep seeing bob as bald " , then i saw the tvtropes page where it says he implies he has 80s hair or something and i was like " shit "

bidiots host (hc name: quant) - not much here, i based his suit on one i saw on a show we were watching in one of my classes. idk why i gave him a red gem thing tho, why not i guess!

dode - i know i looked up reference images for short hair! her design has changed p much the same the most ive changed were her colors

eventually i drew her ingame look :P

word spud host - literally a cardboard cutout, i think it was seriously inspired by box from inanimate insanity / a humanization of box that was a cutout cardboard and i thought it was nice

as for a serious design for them? maybe,

Ok um i guess the canvases are down here it goes august 2020 -> september 2020 -> started in 2021 minor edits here and then so this is most recent one 2023 -> december 2023

#mine #jackbox

[k1ss-m3-b3tt3r]

𖣯 High as a Kite 𖣯

pairing: jonathan byers x male! reader (romantic)

summary: smoking weed takes away the feeling of loneliness by providing you with the most perfect food combinations and your best friends. jonathan tries to confess but you cant comprehend a word he says, making him embarrassed and you, wearing fuzzy llama socks, screaming in laughter.

warnings: cursing, weed, awkward but cute fluff :)

a/n: i love fluff and have such a weak heart for jonathan! also happy yule!!! not revised btw

you were always a stoner and somewhat a loner, until you met jonathan and argyle. whenever it was awkward, you would crack a joke and no one could stop laughing. its just something you picked up from high school a while back, the class clown title. you couldnt deal with emotions so getting high was comforting and you were better explaining how you feel while smoking.

while being a cool stoner, youre also oblivious as fuck. everyone notices and im pretty sure you lost most brain cells, but to jonathan you were perfect. not everything about you was perfect, definitely not, but the way you show that goofy smile really lights up the room was magical. it was a hard core crush at this point.

you were never really part of the group until last year, after all the shit that went down in hawkins. you started hanging out with argyle, liking his stoner ways and matched his energy perfectly. “we are all one with the world” and “bro think about it, we’re all just brains! i dont get why people could hate each other.” were things you said quite often while stoned.

today was the day though: to confess. jonathan was nervous, like extremely after the whole thing with nancy and the break up. it hurt him definitely but he decided it was time to actually get out there and do what he wants to do. jonathan invited you over, thinking about how to do this correctly, so he prepped himself, rehearsing the lines. all of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

“ill get it!” jonathan yells while getting off of his ass as quick as possible. his hands were pretty sweaty so he wiped it off, heading to the front door.

“whos that?” joyce says genuinely curious, but of course she rolls her eyes and puts her hand on her hip and steps in front of jonathan. “youre doing all the chores for a week if thats (y/n).” joyce smiles a cheeky grin.

the doorbell starts again, but this time being pressed on a thousand times. “IM COMING!!” joyce yells ignoring jonathan. “wait..!” he tells joyce but she ignores him. shes his mother after all, not the other way around.

once the doors open, (y/n) spins around. “heyyyy miss joyce!” she turns and looks at jonathan with the i knew it face. “uhh, want me to wait out here- nevermind its too cold..” (y/n) jogs inside and acts like its the coldest hes ever felt. jonathan just looks at him like hes an idiot. “come on, lets just go to my room” as he sighs to himself.

before they go anywhere, (y/n) whispers, “hey, bro, hey.. i got the good shit and i may have smoked half of it in my car, but i left you some!” “get your ass in the room!” jonathan mumbles in an exhausted but hushed voice, trying to get (y/n) into a room.

“uh, bye i guess miss joyce..?” “uh huh, you too (y/n)…” she gives a questioning voice with her brow raised, “dont get into any trouble!” (y/n) laughs it off and runs into the bedroom like an idiot. you can here the springs get hit on jonathans bed all the way from the door way.

jonathan gives a little grin, heading towards his room. when he gets there (y/n) is already bringing out the bong, packing it terribly since hes already high as a kite. “hey bro, you gotta check this shit out, its feisty! back i say, back!” while acting like the bag of weed is after him. jonathan laughs and sits on the bed, taking the whole bowl down in a few hits.

“what is in this (y/n)..?” jonathan starts to feel prickles in his legs and his eyes droop. “i told its good shit! i know the best people my man” (y/n) packs another bowl and starts hitting that shit like crazy.

ten minutes later, theyre starting at the ceiling, on the floor of course. jonathan looks over and catches the other guys face, its practically glowing. the guy sits up and looks towards jonathan with his eyes glazed over. “bro… what did i come over here for again..?” jonathan hesitates, “um, i dont know..” jonathan turns away thinking about the confession hes supposed to make but clearly doesnt remember what he practiced.

“damn.. you know man, you cant lie to me even if im high,” (y/n) says as he ruffles his hair and stands up, walking in circles because it “feels good” as you can quote it. “ok ok, i just have to say one thing i guess?” (y/n) stops and stares at him, while jonathan is taking in all his features, down to his beautiful eyes and.. llama socks..??

jonathan sighs, sitting up and rubbing his hands against his face. “umm, (y/n)?” “yuh?” jonathan laughs and just says, “yuh? what does that even mean mannn?” (y/n) looks at him and bursts out laughing. jonathan looks at his hands, “what was i saying?” “bro, i cant even remember what we’ve done for the past uhhh i dont know twelve minutes?” “uh huh, really specific there (y/n)..” (y/n) just grins.

(y/n) stares at the llama socks and whispers, “i think theyre watching me…” jonathan stands up, urgently, asking who is while looking outside. “…the llamas bro…” jonathan looks at him as (y/n) makes that goofy grin. that goofy grin lit up his heart and he realizes what this whole thing was about. he sits next to (y/n) and give him a shy smile.

“ok so um..” jonathan thinks for a moment before blurting out, “i think im in love with you?” (y/n) jolts up and looks at jonathan. “i dont think ive eaten anything today. should i be worried? will i die?” “did you even hear what i said?” jonathan laughs and touches the other guys hand. “i. am. in. love. with. you. does that make sense??” (y/n) just looks at jonathan then looks at his hand and then the door. “if you really love me, get me food my guy.” jonathan sits dumbfounded as (y/n) says that, wondering how he even fell in love with the guy, before laughing. “alright, deal i guess??”

jonathan goes out of his room a little embarrassed, while (y/n) was doing something wild most likely. as soon as jonathan gets back with the food, you have already made a nest out of blankets and pillows on the floor. “what…??” jonathan takes a second before speaking again, “what are you doing?” (y/n) raised his hand, telling jonathan to stop speaking.

“i made a nest and i love you too loser.” (y/n) sits on the floor in his new nest, cuddled up in a ball. jonathan was too stunned to speak. he had to think about what was happening and almost dropped the chips he had in his hand. “so, you made me get food, built a nest, and now you say you love me??” “well..” (y/n) looks around, “yes? now get in.”

jonathan sits in the “nest” and (y/n) immediately pulls jonathan towards him, while sitting quietly. “you know you should brush your hair, its starting to look like an actual nest. jonathan starts laughing and fixing his hair. “is that better?” (y/n) looks at his nest below him and then looks back at jonathan, nodding to himself. “thatll do just fine.” (y/n) soft kisses his head.

jonathan looks around at the nest and then at the bags of chips before looking back at (y/n) again. “youre smoking privileges are being revoked after this.” jonathan laughs and (y/n) gives him a knowing look. “sure thing dude.. sure thing..”

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x male reader #jonathan x male reader #x male reader #x reader #jonathan byers x reader #stranger things #stranger things x male reader #joyce byers #jonathan x reader

[avengersassemble123]

I Love You

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A fic i made in a spur of a moment at 1 in the morning cuz i was in the mood but also sleepy. Based on the Tv series THE BIG BANG THEORY (S6x8)

Pairings: Itto X reader (Modern AU, Neighbours AU)

Genre: Slight angst ig in the middle? Fluff, Crack

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The day had gone pretty okay, more like normal as usual, same old things. People in the city of Inazuma were busy as usual, its streets bustling every moment. Itto was walking up the stairs towards his shared apartment with his roommate, Kuki Shinobu. His mind was diverted to the dinner Shinobu made for the day, since she had texted him earlier that she had returned home early from her job. He almost reached to the apartment floor when he heard a door close, indicating his neighbour.

Well more than a neighbour. Y/N and Itto have been in relationship for the past almost 1 year. They both met each other for the first time when Y/N shifted to the apartment complex. Coincidentally Itto was taking the stairs at that time too, Shinobu on his tail, as they both had been to the supermarket.

*FLASHBACK*

"I've told you a thousand times not to cause a ruckus in public places!" Shinobu scolded, holding her bag of purse, while a frowning itto, who wore a face of a child being scolded by his mother, carried 4 grocery bags. "But that guy was tryna test my patience, plus he was tryna flirt with ya, so i got angry cuz how dare he disrespect my homie-" "I know that you were looking out for me, and i really do appreciate that, but that doesn't mean you hit him with the TROLLEY ON HIS HEAD. I am surprised we even managed to go out with the groceries itself. Just- try to tone it down a bit, okay?" "Fine fine whatever you say.."

The duo reached up to their doorfront, Shinobu removing her keys from the purse, when she noticed her friend staring at some direction. Her gaze followed her friend's, and landed on a pretty person next door, who had their door open, and was rummaging through some boxes, seemingly sorting out their stuff.

"New neighbour?" Itto asked, his gazing unmoving from the new person. "Evidently." Shinobu replied back. "Significant improvement over the new neighbour." Itto remarked, making Shinobu snort slightly, "200 pound transvetite with a skin condition? Yes they are."

Y/N felt gazes on them and turned their head, their suspicions coming true as she caught two people staring at her. The duo realised they were staring and sheepishly diverted their gaze towards the bags or the floor. "Oh hi!" Y/N called out with a smile. The silver haired man responded with a 'Hi' back , the green haired girl following, leading to the man muttering out a "Hi" one more time and the girl again awkwardly repeating a 'Hi' too. Y/N questioningly looked at them due to the awkward dilemma, muttering out a confused 'Hi?'

The green haired girl shook her head, deciding the dissipate the awkward atmosphere, and walking towards the person, "We don't mean to interrupt, we live across the hall." and pointed towards the neighboring door. "Ohhh that's nice." They said, their gaze traveling between the duo each second. The silver haired man quickly spoke up, "Oh no, we don't live together. I mean we live together, but in separate platonic bedrooms." He pointed out, showing a splitting gesture from his hands, holding what seemed to be bags of groceries. "Oh okay well, guess I'm your new neighbor, Y/N." They said walking towards the two people. "Itto, Shinobu." Itto said gesturing to him and the girl beside him. "Hi!" Y/N greeted, making Itto and Shinobu repeat 'hi's again, making Y/N chuckle and let out a "Hiii" cheekily, making the duo slowly let out a small 'hi' together later.

The three stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, the tense atmosphere slightly building up again, when Itto started, "Well uhh.. welcome to the building." He greeted loudly, smiling at the new neighbor. "Awww thank you. Maybe we can have coffee sometime." "Oh great." Itto replied enthusiastically, an enthusiastic 'great' being returned from Y/N too, and a soft "Right great." from Shinobu was heard too, her eyes squinting majorly at the burly man beside her, doubts and theories building inside her head, about the cause of her friend's strange and surprisingly awkward behavior towards the new neighbor. "Well uhh, Bye!!" Itto waved a bit, making Y/N return a bye too, their one hand moving to close the door, while the other hand waving a bye to the duo, the friends once again reciprocating bye's too.

The door closed, and the two friends walked towards their door. They entered their apartment complex, Shinobu shutting the door behind her. As soon as the door shut, she asked the question, "You like them, don't you?"

Safe to say, she had never thought she wouldve seen her sputtering roommate's face match the colour of the new ketchup they had bought, genuinely surprised the burly man didn't faint at the spot.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

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True, the first meet wasn't how it was supposed to go as per the expectations that the movies and Rom-coms filled in everyone's minds. But there's always other times. From then on, The trio had grown a close friendship with one another, feelings between certain two people grew, eventually leading them to date and now finally in an official relationship with each other, Shinobu playing the wing woman many a times, questioning her actions, but then deciding it was worth it seeing the closest people in her life, happy together.

The couple majorly spent with each other lovingly and sweetly, Itto mainly goofing around, and Y/N trying to get him out of his antics, but on occassions joining him. They both would have turns sleeping together in each other's apartments, bringing takeout and eating together. Itto would buy gifts or bring back things which reminded him of his partner. He would be a good listener while Y/N was stressed, massaging their shoulders, even applying face masks or skincare routines with each other, especially hair care routines. There would be occasional teasing and cuddle sessions.

But there were also instances where fights would break out, as honestly Itto was not the brightest to say the least, and sometimes that was a cause of the irritation. And sometimes even human emotions conflict too. Especially jealousy.

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The day had gone pretty okay, more like normal as usual, same old things. People in the city of Inazuma were busy as usual, its streets bustling every moment. Itto was walking up the stairs towards his shared apartment with his roommate, Kuki Shinobu. His mind was diverted to the dinner Shinobu made for the day, since she had texted him earlier that she had returned home early from her job. He almost reached to the apartment floor when he heard a door close, indicating Y/N going out for their night shift.

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The couple had not been speaking with each as a fight had broken out, Y/N's friend being the main reason of the problem, or more like the main reason for Itto's jealousy. Itto was very confident man, who had no reason to be jealous. He knew he had no tough fight against his strength and looks. But every man has his own insecurities, and he knew personally he was not a bright person. At times, he would wonder how a dull man like him get a smart partner like Y/N to begin with. When he was with Y/N and their friend, he had sometimes felt left out, or at times felt like their friend was getting too close to them. He felt a burning pit inside him, whenever he saw Y/N place a hand on their friend's shoulder. Jealousy grew. Incidents happened, leading to a fight breaking out between the couple and now not on speaking terms. [I was too lazy to write what happened...sorry..:')]

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Itto let out a thin lipped 'hi', making Y/N turn their head towards the source of the voice. "Heyyy," Y/N stated blankly, "Shouldn't you be out with your gang spray painting onikabuto drawings on the side of the buildings?" Itto made a 'really' look before walking a few steps towards them, "Come ooonn, I said I'm sorry." "I just can't believe you don't trust me?" Y/N stated walking towards him. "No i do. OF COURSE I DO." "Then why did you embarass me in front of my friend? Who by the way KNEW EXACTLY WHO YOU WERE." Y/N raised their voice a bit, hands now flaying by their side. "Really?" Itto questioned with a confused expression. "THERE WERE PICTURES ON MY REFRIGERATOR." Y/N's eyes now widened. Itto had a look of realization on his face, staring blankly at Y/N's door, his lips tightly sealed, 'oh.." Itto awkwardly spoke up, slightly embarassed, "YOU KNOW I'M REALLY NOT STARTING TO LIKE THIS GUY." Itto exasperatedly remarked. Y/N angrily rolled their eyes. "What is your problem?" They lowly and angrily asked, walking few more steps towards Itto, "Do you use up all of your thinking at work and then have none left over when you get home?"

"I don't know...I-I-Its- Its hard sometimes...Everywhere you go people hit on you, sometimes even if I'm standing right there..and they are all smarter than me..WHY IS EVERYONE SMARTER THAN ME??" Itto exclaimed, eyes furrowing intensely and looking exasperatedly towards the ceiling.

"You know what-" Itto took a deep breath, "This is all in my head. Its my problem, not yours. Im strong enough to not whine about this."

"Itto why do you always do this. Listen to me, you're the one I'm with. You know I love you, so can you please stop acting strong every time even when you aren't, and open up to me more, because you are driving me crazy!" Y/N exclaimed, sighing and then looking towards the floor.

Itto's eyes widened, looking at Y/N, while Y/N eyes also widened in realization, their gaze now traveling to Itto's eyes, their mouth slightly open in surprise.

"That was the first time you ever said you love me.." Itto spoke up, eyes softening. "....yea..."Y/N replied, still reeling in shock and mouth slightly open, their breaths slightly picking up pace.

The two looked at each other in silence for a few moments. "Ju-just supposed to pretend its not a big deal?.." Itto questioned. Y/N slowly nodded, their hands flaying nervously, "That's..." Their deepened breaths picking up more, trying to get words out of their mouth "exactly what we're gonna do because.." they raised their shaking pointer finger and pointed towards their partner, "You're about to make me cry and.. we both know if I start crying, you're gonna start crying." The spoke up, lips wobbling by now, tears now slightly forming their eyes. Itto stared at them for a few moments, "You-you're right, you can go." Itto spoke up, tears now forming in his eyes, his hand going up to cover them, making Y/n rush down the stairs towards their work, squeaking out a "Bye." hurriedly.

Itto opened his apartment door, his gaze now falling on Shinobu who had been sitting on the sofa in the hall, her eyes widened too, indicating she heard the conversation in the corridor. "She said she loves me." Itto spoke up, tears now fully down, blush covering his face, a smile adorning his features. "I know, CONGRATULATIONS!!" Shinobu spoke up, speed walking towards her friend and hugging him, being returned with the same affectionate hug tightly, a few drops of tears staining her shirt, being accompanied by some sniffles, but she paid no heed as this was truly a memorable moment. Just then Itto's phone buzzed, indicating a notification. They broke out from the hug, Itto reaching from his phone and reading the text message from his newly joined colleague, "Hey it's me Shion. Lets have some coffee together. If you wanna talk more, I'm always available. smiley face. smiley face." Shinobu raised a brow at the message. "Hah. what a friendly girl." Itto remarked, putting his phone down, making Shinobu groan and wonder how the hell did you fall for this idiot of all people.

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Safe to say that when you returned back from your duty in the middle of the night, you saw your boyfriend who was fast asleep in your apartment, apparently trying to stay awake but failing to, by the time you returned home. But now had placards between his hands, in a messy handwriting, written, 'I LOVE YOU TOO' .

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OH MY LORD THIS SUCKS IM SO SORRYY.. THIS IS THE FIST GENSHIN FIC IVE MADE. I PROMISE ILL BE BETTER. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM APPRECIATED. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. MORE FICS ARE AVAILABLE IN MY MASTERLIST.

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[knightyoomyoui]

MiNayeon (Mina x Nayeon)- “Back To You”

"And that will do it," Mrs. Myoui said after decorating the walls with photo frames. "Phew, we finished sooner than I expected," she exclaimed, wiping her sweat away with a towel.

Mr. Myoui approached his wife and took the towel to help himself wipe the sweat away. "Oh cmon, hon. Great teamwork is usually the secret to a group activity's success," he kissed his wife's forehead, making her smile widely at her husband's constant tenderness. "And, of course, our big boy right here will be the MVP, as you always do," Mr. Myoui said, pointing to his son, Kai, who had just finished piling boxes at the door.

Kai snorted. "Dad, my football profile has no connection of this, okay?" he said, smiling with his cherished family. "And please, don't make me the most useful of us here; what matters is that we all completed our task properly at the same time," he remarked, widening his arms.

"Tsk, humble.", Mrs. Myoui clucked her tongue and pursed her lips at her son. "So, how's our new house now?" she asked, rotating her body to glance around the interior of their new home. Her hands were on each side of her waist.

"Great.", said Mr. Myoui.

"Looking good.", Kai agreed.

"Minari, how about you?" Mrs. Myoui asked the young lady who was standing on the door, still peering outdoors as she looked about at this unfamiliar environment.

"U-uhh, I agree with you all too okasan," replied Mina, the Myoui family's daughter, turning her body to face her parents and brother, who were observing her. "I'll miss our previous place, but I know I'll get used to being here," she says softly.

"I'm glad you feel the same way, Mina," her father nodded, smiling at her daughter. "Anyway, let's take a break for now. Let's just continue what we need to do tomorrow.," the rest quickly responded, and moved on to do whatever they wanted to give themselves for a break after such a long tiring day.

Meanwhile... A girl named Nayeon, who was dressed in a school uniform, was strolling down the sidewalk of a street in Incheon. She had just turned onto another street when she noticed the house she always gets to view first has its lights completely lit.

"Someone moved in today?" she perplexingly said. She took the last few steps before arriving at her house and examined the mailbox, which had the words "Im Residence" inscribed on it.

Seeing nothing, she opened and locked the front gate before entering their house.

"Good evening, mom and dad," she said as she removed her black shoes and placed them on the shoerack behind the door.

"Good evening, honey," her mother, who was in the kitchen, said to her.

"Good evening, daughter. How's your class?" her father said, reclining on the couch and watching TV.

"Stressful as usual," she sighed tiredly, but she kept her voice upbeat. "Uhh, by the way, I observed that the house in our front looks like it's now occupied," she said, pointing to the back above her shoulder, referring to the outside where the house Nayeon saw is located.

"Oh yes yes, a family moved there earlier this morning, about an hour after you departed., Mrs. Im stated. She then placed her freshly cooked Korean-style honey glazed fried chicken on the table. Both Nayeon and her father's tongues watered at how delicious it looked.

"I also suspected that as they were taking out their things to place inside, they were speaking something that I don't understand at all," Mr. Im said, recounting what he saw hours before.

"Perhaps you don't hear them clearly, dad," Nayeon explained after hugging both her mother and father.

"No, I swear I heard them loud and clear," Mr. Im said, pointing his index finger at his ear. " They were literally shouting at each other in a different language. "

"I guess they're foreigners.", his wife said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh okay.", Nayeon nodded after she understood what her father is saying. "I'm just gonna go upstairs to change, mom!"

"Okay! Be right back and join us to eat after, dear!", Mrs. Im said to her daughter who just took the stairs to reach the next floor where her own personal room is.

THE NEXT DAY

Mina just picked up a ketchup-flavored chip from a shelf inside a convenience store she visited this morning. She was about to turn right next to the beverages section after placing it in her basket when she accidently bumped into someone.

She raised her head to look at the person she had just collided with, not expecting to see a woman she knew. Her eyes widened as she recognized the woman standing in front of her, who was also carrying her own basket.

"M-Mina?!"

"N-Nayeon?" she gasped.

"H-hey! Long time no see!" said Nayeon, stammered at first due to the sudden nervousness she felt after seeing again the person she had previously been very close with.

"Yeah, you too," Mina replied, almost having the same feelings Nayeon is having at their current encounter.

"Didn't expect to encounter you here," Nayeon chuckled, still unable to keep her gaze fixed on Mina. "I-I'm here to get some of the missing ingredients for today's lunch, you?" she asked Mina, raising her basket slightly to point at.

"Ahh... yeah, I'm just here to get some snacks."

"You done? I'm going to take this to the cashier now," Nayeon questioned again. "We can both go there instead," she suggested.

"Yeah, I'm just n-needing to get the cola behind you, Nayeon." Nayeon lets out a small "oh" sound as she realizes she has unwittingly blocked Mina's way for her last item to grab. She took a step back to allow Mina reach the can of cola in the freezer before placing it in her basket.

They then went to the cashier together and paid for their own items. They walked out of the store, continuing their talk while holding their plastic bags full of goods.

"How are you, Mina? It's been a year since we last saw each other right?", Nayeon said, coming up with a new topic to check up with her former classmate.

"How are you, Mina? It's been months since we last saw each other, right?" Nayeon asked, inserting a new topic to discuss with Mina.

"That was after our graduation and departure from high school last year,yes" Mina confirmed. She then curved her lips upwards on both sides to give Nayeon a smile. "I'm good, how about you?"

"Same here. Still managing to survive college," Nayeon said with a wide grin on her face, displaying her cute front bunny teeth.

"So uhhh.... what school are you currently studying at?"

"I was at SNU but I placed the past tense because I will drop out there and move to a new school because my family just moved to a new house here in Incheon from Seoul."

"Oh... is that so?" Nayeon then reacted fascinately. "Wait, so that means you now live close here? I've been buying stuffs at that store for so long yet I never seen you there not until today," she said confidently at how very certain it is.

"Yup, I'm only two blocks away," Mina said, nodding her head. "I don't know what the name of our new address is yet; I was merely drawn here by my curiosity while walking about for a bit," she admitted shyly, scratching her nape.

"We're actually the same," Nayeon stated, making Mina gape in amazement. "Two blocks, you say? Well, that street is...", Nayeon paused after when she began to finally guess what Mina is talking about as she raised her hand, only two fingers standing and the rest curled.

"Wait, IS YOUR HOUSE'S COLOR ARE WHITE AND MINT?", Nayeon's voice got louder as she asked Mina, who got startled at her sudden question.

"Yeah, how did you-" Mina halted, her face revealing the same emotion as Nayeon when she realized what Nayeon is talking about. "Oh my god..."

"No wayyyy!!! Y-you!!!" they both came to a stop as Nayeon jumped up and down with a wide grin on her face, clutching one hand into Mina's arm and using the other to point at her. "You and your family were the ones my family mentioned to me yesterday about taking the vacant house in front of us!!!," she said, her tone rising with enthusiasm.

"Does that mean that...",

"YEAH WE'RE NEIGHBORS, MINA!", Nayeon exclaimed and laughed after. Mina got stunned for a second before she also started to let out a disbelief chuckle and joined Nayeon in her laughter. "Wow, I can't believe this. I thought our meet up would only last a little but now... I guess it won't be the last yet then."

"If that so then I'm glad you're my neighbor and the first one I met in our neighborhood.", Mina smiled, feeling relieved. "Pardon me again, I really am still not completely familiar with this place.", she shyly said.

Nayeon shook her head. "Don't be, leave it to me, I'll help you get used to be around here," she assured Mina. "Even if we haven't met in a year, I hope you haven't forgotten that I'm still your friend, Mina and I have to do this." Nayeon then gave her a trustworthy grin, just as she used to do for her whenever she had problems in their high school years.

Mina, on the other hand, can't believe they've become this close again despite not seeing each other for a year and also when that moment occurred between them last year.

It gradually led her to believe that Nayeon had forgotten about it already and moved on.

"I didn't, I swear," Mina said, raising her hand and posing as if she's truly swearing to her words. "If we weren't anymore, we wouldn't converse like this as if we were very close together. Thank you, Nayeon. I appreciate it," she said, smiling gratefully to demonstrate her sincerity.

"You're welcome.", Nayeon responded.

Just after they finished talking, they took a left next to the street where they both live in front of each other. "All right, we're both here now; let's chat more later, okay?" Nayeon said as she and Mina stopped in front of her house. Mina also agreed with an "okay" on Nayeon.

"Do you still use your account where I'm one of your friends?"

"Yup."

"Okayyy!!! Nice meeting you again and welcome to our neighborhood, Mina!" exclaimed Nayeon wholeheartedly.

"T-thank you, Nayeon," Mina replied with a gummy smile. She waved farewell to Nayeon as she opened her gate and entered her house.

Mina crossed the street and walked inside her own house. She exhaled in relief as she slumped her body on the couch, knowing that happily; aside from her family, shealso knows someone around here who is very close to her, and that person is Nayeon.

3 WEEKS LATER

The two began to communicate and meet more frequently, usually to spend their free time together, though they were still able to interact with one another even when they were busy through chat or even a call. They appear to have discovered a new way to entertain themselves by simply being together.

As an unexpected result, Mina slowly developed a secret romantic attraction to Nayeon because of these. She didn't realize it at first that whenever she wanted to see and to be with Nayeon, it held a whole new meaning and something more than what Nayeon and her could only imagine.

Not until Mina and Nayeon went to an amusement park together as part of Nayeon's deal with Mina that she'll take her to the rides if Mina earns a high score in more than two subjects.

Encouraged and motivated even more by her crush-which, as previously stated, she was unaware of-, she did everything she could to focus on the exam and meticulously answer every question on the test. As a result, Mina received high marks in three core subjects: English, Math, and Science. She received 47, 49, and a perfect score out of 50.

Leading her tonight with Nayeon as both of them are now riding at one of the compartments that belongs to the giant ferris wheel here at Incheon's amusement park.

As they're just inches away from reaching the maximum height level of the wheel, Mina got her heart rattled in immense surprise when she heard Nayeon shouted loudly out of nowhere while using her phone.

"Hey," Mina said to Nayeon, who was concealing her mouth while staring at her phone. "What happened to you? You startled me so much," she giggled, amused by this bunny's yell.

"Sorry. I just couldn't help it.", Nayeon waved it off as her chubby baby cheeks starting to form some reddened blush all over it.

"Why did you screamed? Are you afraid of heights?", Mina teased Nayeon.

Nayeon smirked at Mina while puzzledly looking at her. "No, I won't be joining with you here if that's the case. I can't even pretend at something I know will endanger my consciousness," she said, shaking her head.

"Okay, that's understandable," Mina conceded, nodding her head and pursing her lips to signify that Nayeon had convinced her of her reasoning. "Then, what's with the sudden scream?"

"U-uhh... it's because..." Mina's curiosity grew as she spotted that Nayeon was hardly blushing. She was dragged down into the depths of her emotions as everything just flipped to the opposite when she heard the one thing that served as a trigger that would finally make her realize the one thing that her blindness was keeping it hidden.

And I screamed loudly-sorry again-because I just can't hold my voice and breath at how gorgeous she is here." Nayeon continued speaking and then showed her phone to Mina, who is now paying less attention to Nayeon but still able to understand what caused Nayeon to react as she did earlier. "Look, she's so beautiful here, right? "

Mina saw a selfie of a woman uploaded on Instagram with the username "m.by__sana" and assumed it was the account used by Nayeon's crush. She's not going to lie; this woman is stunning. It won't surprise her if she's an aspiring model or an idol because her beauty defines her as if she was born for it.

"Y-yeah... that j-justifies your reaction w-well.", Mina said between her stutters, also presenting the fakest smile she ever made in her life so far.

"See!!! I told you! " Nayeon said, her body quivering from the intense thrill caused by the woman she admires. Those people at our campus talking about her were right. Whether you're a boy or a girl, you'll either turn straight or gay only because of her beauty, and I'm pleased to say that I'm one of those people she caught! " Nayeon continued. She had no idea that her companion beside her had very little amusement left in her.

"What's her name?" Mina asked seriously. If looks can kill, Nayeon isn't even aware that she's in grave danger.

"Sana. She's Japanese too, like you. "

"Oh... okay.",Mina flashed a quick unrealistic smile again and returned her lips flat as she stared at Nayeon bitterly while she continued typing on her phone, probably complimenting her crush with her dummy account or any possibilities that were coming into her mind all at once.

The more it disturbs her mind, Mina's mood keeps on getting worse to the point that it pushes her to make this stop already so that it won't completely ruin her night with Nayeon.

"N-Nayeon... can you use your phone later?" Mina asked her busy friend, still trying to compose herself so she wouldn't be affected by these strange feelings she was having. "L-let's look at the stars too! She suggested, "They are surprisingly many tonight!", but it was only a ruse from her so that she could give an excuse for Nayeon to get rid of herself from the phone.

"Okayyy, I'm back.", Nayeon turned off her phone and placed it in her pocket. A huge sigh was released from Mina's mouth. Nayeon looked up to the sky to follow what Mina said. "Y-You are correct, they perfectly match the ambiance of the park, and it makes the night brighter," Nayeon said, loving the sparkling dust of the space visible to her eyes. She thought her friend was looking up at her, but Mina was actually paying more attention to her side profile, as her perspective on Nayeon had finally altered from just a normal friend to something more than that, something that involved a deep and strong feeling within her.

"Mina, you keep staring at my face. You don't have to be afraid to tell me if there's something-" Nayeon observed Mina out of the corner of her eye but was cut off by the latter.

"No... no, there's none, Nayeon." Mina was embarrassed when Nayeon caught her, causing her to hurriedly shift her head away from the girl and redirect her gaze to the starry sky. "It'sjust that... you look breathtaking tonight."

Nayeon burst out laughing at Mina's remark, causing her to playfully shove Mina away with her arm. "What's your point, Mina?" "You're making me flutter, aren't you?" she exclaimed. Mina's mood lifted slightly as she realized she had made Nayeon insanely delighted because of her this time. "I know, I'm glad you know too," Nayeon remarked, teasingly flipping her hair in the air and stared closely at Mina.

"Well it's g-good that you know at yourself too b-because that's the truth.", Mina stuttered, shyly avoiding Nayeon's playful deep stare at her, knowing it could melt her in an instant.

"Aish, just let's take a picture!",laughing again at Mina's comment while the blush on her face lingers, which was at first generated by Sana but has now been replaced by Mina.

Mina then leaned in close to Nayeon, her heart starting to beat rapidly. They both looked at the camera and smiled broadly as they posed for a picture. They checked it, both were pleased with the result. For a brief moment, Mina forgot what she had learned earlier... because all she could think about was Nayeon again.

As they waited for the ride to end, the two became stuck in silence and instead chose to just look around at the nighttime landscape of Incheon. Mina was yawning heavily as Nayeon moved her head to look at her. Then she watched Mina put her chin back over the top of her palm that was resting on the handle.

Nayeon reduced the distance between Mina and herself by moving her body closer to her. She catches Mina off guard by grabbing her head and laid it on her lap, voluntarily serving as Mina's pillow.

"Let's go home now after this; you're already tired, I see.", Nayeon said softly to Mina as she proceeded to stroke Mina's black hair. Mina, who was bewildered at Nayeon's action, watched her friend's face staring up above as the moonlight struck directly within her, highlighting her beauty, which she didn't expect that there would be a time that she'd fall in love with it too.

After the ride ended, Mina and Nayeon took a taxi together on the way home. Reaching their destination, the two are now standing in front of Mina's house, as Nayeon wanted to watch her friend go inside.

"Thank you for today, Nayeon; I had a great time with you." Mina quietly giggled, clasping her hands and pressing them against her chest.

"That proves that my money and our time were well spent," Nayeon said triumphantly. "You're always welcome, Mina. Goodnight!!! "

"Goodnight, Nayeon." Mina then waved her hands goodbye to Nayeon, who reciprocated with a smile. The two went into their respective houses and shared their day with their parents, who were both still up.

But Mina preferred to tell that part to someone she knows who can help her about this instead.

After a quick bath, Mina changed into her sleeping attire and headed to her bedroom, eventually falling asleep on her comfortable bed, making a mental note for tomorrow morning to tell her friend and classmate at her college university where she is studying at.

4 DAYS LATER

Nayeon was in her bedroom, writing her own reviewer for her impending exam, when the doorbell rang.

She looked through the window to see who had pressed it, and to her surprise, it was Mina's mother, Ms. Myoui, standing in front of their gate, waiting for someone to appear.

She dashed downstairs and opened the door to see Ms. Myoui standing at the gate. Nayeon greeted her elder politely as soon as they met each other. "Oh... k-konnichiwa, okasan..." she said respectfully, bowing her head and bending her body.

"Konnichiwa, Nayeon-chan.", Mrs. Myoui said; doing the same as Nayeon.

"What brings you here, okasan?"

"Uhm I was wondering if can I have some favor from you?", Mrs. Myoui requested, making Nayeon curious.

"F-favor? What is it, okasan?", she asked curiously.

"Me and my husband are going to attend our company's job fair today for two days but something happened that made us wanting not to continue going there anymore.", Mrs. Myoui started to explain. "Sadly, even if we want to, we can't because me and my husband has respective booths there at the job fair. Kai's on the other hand, is on his football practice."

"Ohhh okay, what's the problem then okasan?"

"Mina is sick, and we wanted to ask you if you could be Mina's guardian for today, if that is okay with you." Mrs. Myoui, said Nayeon nervously. Her eyes widened with surprise and anxiety when she learned of Mina's condition today. "We are literally frightened right now. She didn't even attend her class today because of her high fever," Mrs. Myoui added, her voice tinged with panic and worry.

Without thinking twice and a pause of hesistation, Nayeon quickly accepted Mrs. Myoui's favor for today. She knows it will be just easy and after all, she's doing this for her beloved friend. "Don't worry, okasan. I'll take care of Mina. I don't have that more schoolworks to do anyways, just reviewing for our upcoming exam.", Nayeon assuringly said.

"Ahh okay.", Mrs. Myoui nodded her head after she understood Nayeon. She grabbed her wrists after and looked at her gratefully. "Thank you so much Nayeon for this. You can expect a repay from me-",

"No, okasan. Save it.", Nayeon shook her head, interrupting Mrs. Myoui to decline her offer as a replace for her good deed. "Mina's my friend, and helping her through her hard times and seeing her okay because of me is enough for me already.", Nayeon said, showing an assuring smile.

"I'm really happy that Mina met a nice person like you, Nayeon. You are surely trustworthy.", Mrs. Myoui said, tapping and squeezing Nayeon's hands.

"And I'm glad that I met your daughter too, okasan.", Nayeon said in return.

"I have to leave now. Please send my greetings and apologies for my favor to your parents, okay?" said Mrs. Myoui. She then reached into her pocket, inserted her hand to retrieve the house key and gave it over to Nayeon. "Here's our house key, and based on my estimation, you can give her medicine later at 4," she said to Nayeon as she dropped the keys in her palm. "We have to leave now or we'll be late; bye and thank you again, Nayeon-chan!"

"Bye, okasan!", Nayeon said, waving her hand at Mrs. Myoui who is now entering their car along with her husband who will drive them both through the job fair. After Nayeon watched her slowly disappear from the distance, she looked at the keys in her hands before crossing the road and go to Mina's house.

After Nayeon opened the door carefully, she looked around the place inside the house. It was very neat, the furnitures were placed well. She kinda had some Japanese vibes around here as she looked around at some stuffs that definitely defines their culture, and Nayeon was very invested with it.

She also looked at the picture frames where it displays Mina in her different age along with her family. Nayeon then lastly saw Mina's graduation picture, reminding her of what happened last year that caused their goodbye to each other on exiting high school to get ruined.

She shook her head to get it out of her thoughts. Nayeon decided to walk down the stairs leading to the top floor after not seeing Mina in the living room.

When Nayeon reached the second floor, there were three rooms in the corridor; nevertheless, the namecards made the job easier because Nayeon saw Mina's name placed on the door that was located in the middle.

She slowly opened the door to find Mina peacefully asleep on her bed, her entire body wrapped in a blanket. Her room was already warm because her air conditioner and electric fan were both switched off. Nayeon had already guessed that this was Mina's method of sweating off the heat in her body to reduce her fever.

Nayeon took a step to the side of the bed and leaned in closer to the sleeping Mina, resting the back of her hand against Mina's forehead.

"She's burning.", Nayeon said after she felt Mina's temperature."She's lucky her parents still care for her even if they chose work today.", Nayeon whispered as she looked at Mina worriedly. She then decided to left the room and go back to her house to grabe the materials she'll need to review.

Notifying her parents about Mrs. Myoui request, they allowed her right after since Mina and her parents know each other already.

5 HOURS LATER

"Mina... mina... hey, wake up penguin.", Nayeon said as she gently shaked Mina's sleeping figure. Couple of attempts has done and in success, Mina woke up as she blinked her eyes rapidly, regaining her vision.

"Aer... Ju-.. Wai-...N-Nayeon?", Mina said after she finished rubbing her eyes off and identified the person standing beside her.

"Hi."

"Why are y-you here? You might get infected...", Mina confusedly asked. She tried to lift her body up on the bed but Nayeon prevented her and slowly pushed her back to lay down.

"It's just fever.", Nayeon reasoned out. "What matters here today is that you're sick and I'm here to take care of you."

"T-take care of me?", Mina's eyes widened at what she heard from Nayeon.

"Yup. Your mother requested this of me and I easily accepted it, so... for today, I will stand as your temporary guardian for today.", Nayeon proudly said as she presented herself to Mina. Observing that she hadn't said anything in return and still frozen in her shock and embarrassment, Nayeon then asked as she wondered. "Hey, is there a problem?"

"N-nothing... it's... it's just embarrassing," Mina said in hushed tones, since the softness of her voice, combined with her sickness for the day, reduced the energy and volume of her voice even more. Nayeon simply adjusted herself for Mina by paying close attention to what she was saying instead, and when she heard what Mina said, she burst out laughing.

"You're cute, Mina.", Nayeon said, rolling her eyes as she shook her head while smirking. Her compliment made Mina's cheeks became beet red again, smiling uncontrollably. "Don't be, okay? I willingly took this, so please do the same for me."

"O-okay.", Mina agreed.

"All right, here I made you some porridge; I did my best," Nayeon said, taking the tray behind her from Mina's study table. She assisted Mina in gently placing it on her lap so that the hot porridge in the bowl would not spill. "You need to eat first before taking your medicine," Nayeon said, taking the spoon.

Mina's eyes widened as she realized Nayeon was going to feed her like a baby, as the spoon with porridge approached her face. "Wait... I-I can do it my-"

"Sssh stop," Nayeon admonished, leaving her no choice but to comply. "Let me do it; just keep resting there," she said. She had no choice but to let Nayeon finally put the spoon in her mouth to make her taste the porridge she had made. Nayeon asked curiously after releasing the spoon from her mouth. "How's it?"

"Good enough," Mina answered, slowly nodding her head as she chewed her food.

"Phew. "That's a relief," Nayeon said, wiping away her anxious sweats. "Here, keep eating; you need your stomach full," Nayeon said as she scooped another and fed another to Mina.

"You wore it." Nayeon said, not looking at Mina.

"Hmm? "What-," Mina was going to question what Nayeon was saying when she noticed her staring at the necklace she was wearing, which instantly transported her to a past with her that heavily involved this treasured item for her to finally understand. "Oh, yeah, I did."

"Wasn't that my Valentine's present to you last year?" Nayeon asked, laughing as she remembered the story behind the necklace. "You didn't realize that was one of my ways of discreetly showing that I had a crush on you back then."

"I can't throw such beautiful thing like this, especially when it's from my... f-friend.", she added, bitterly smiling after hesitating to continue saying the last words because it makes her heart ache knowing that it will most likely be the last time they get to treat each other forever.

"Here's your medicine, by the way," Nayeon said as she lent it along with a glass of water to Mina next. "Take it so you can have a rest now." Mina followed Nayeon and placed the capsule in her mouth before drinking water to swallow it.

While seeing Mina finally drink her medicine, she tried to excuse herself after she remembered that she still had something to do downstairs. "I'll be just down-"

"C-can you stay here?"

"Hmm?", Nayeon turned around and looked at Mina, who interrupted her excuse to ask something she didn't expect. "You... want me to stay here?"

"I don't want to sleep yet. I already gained some energy because of your food, so... please? I don't want to be alone. ", Mina pleaded, pouting her lip to make her Nayeon submit and grant her wish.

Nayeon, who thinks that Mina is too adorable to resist, accepted her request, making Mina happy. "Sure, Mina. I guess I need this to have some rest too from studying." She nodded her head in agreement.

Mina flashed a gummy smile on her face. "Here, join me in bed." She patted the empty space in her bed to give it to Nayeon. She sat at it, and now both of them are in bed side by side.

"Can I lay my head on your shoulder?"

"Yup.", Nayeon permitted. Mina then proceeded to do what she asked for. She didn't know that this girl is just beyond amazing where only just a simple little touch or even seeing her just very near from her could make her go crazy in love already.

"Want to watch a movie?", Mina asked.

"Who's gonna pick?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes.", Nayeon nodded.

"Well I want to pick too. So, to make it fair... both of us will pick.", Mina said.

"Then we will watch two movies?"

"Yeah," Mina nodded. Nayeon felt Mina's very warm head brush off slightly through her sleeve. "Alright, you pick first." Mina then reached for the remote control along with the lampshade and some mini picture frames placed on top of a small cabinet.

She pressed the power button as she pointed the remote through the sensor to turn on the TV.

Nayeon smiled as she braced herself to watch it again, despite how many times she'd seen it before.

" That's a pretty long title." Mina chuckled.

"Yeah, but the film itself is so good." Nayeon said. Mina then searched for the film and they watched it together where they mostly cried during the entire film because of how great the acting of Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet were as Joel and Clem. Like, for example, their scene where Joel recalled how he and Clem first met at the beach.

Mina was also secretly taking a glimpse of Nayeon, who was focused on watching the movie.

While watching the next movie, Mina suggested, Nayeon noticed that she was already sleeping in her arms. She was staring at her elegant face, which she used to adore before, when she was so in love with Mina back then.

Up until now, it still was, although not the same as she could tell about her feelings for Mina. She knows she's already done and openly accepted her fate that she would never be Mina's type. That's why she tried to find someone and, luckily, she found Sana, and now she's raising her hopes up again that she'll succeed this time to win her heart.

She wondered if Mina was already in love or in a relationship too, especially with that girl she had a crush on back in high school. She hasn't seen or heard any updates about her admiring someone. Whatever the case may be, all Nayeon could say to her friend was "good luck."

Nayeon then took a picture of her and Mina before she carefully moved Mina's head away from her lap and fixed her position again on the bed to make her sleep comfortably.

She patted her head one last time before going downstairs and continuing reviewing for the exam.

THE NEXT MORNING

Mina, who is now almost recovered from her sickness, went downstairs after waking up at 8 a.m. Thankfully, her vision wasn't too blurry for her to get dizzy anymore, so she could carefully move around her head again a little.

Stepping into the living room, she stepped on the smell of something being cooked, and there she saw Nayeon standing in the kitchen, looking very focused on chopping tomatoes.

"What are you cooking?" Mina suddenly asked, making Nayeon shout in surprise. Mina laughed when she saw Nayeon breathe heavily while placing her hand on her chest.

"O-oh.. M-Mina you're awake... jeez you don't have to scare at me like that!", Nayeon sulked, stomping her feet on the floor. Mina just mouthed a "sorry" to her. "Uhh I'm making breakfast and..."

"I smell something burning...", Mina quickly said, after sniffing her nose at the smell and quickly detecting the source of it. Nayeon followed where Mina was looking, and there they both were now looking at the burnt bacon in the pan.

"Right... aish..." she hurriedly grabbed a tong and removed the burnt bacon to throw it away. I just wasted high quality bacon again. "I'm sorry," she said shyly, scratching her nape.

Mina laughed. "You look struggling."

Nayeon nodded, agreeing with what Mina observed for her. "I tried cooking, that's why." Nayeon eagerly said, "I'm honestly not good but... I want to learn." She then stepped forward in front of Mina and placed her backhand on her forehead. By the way, your fever is slightly gone now. "You ain't hot anymore."

"All thanks to you." She pinched Nayeon's chubby cheek, making it red again, not just because of her pinch.

Having remembered what happened at the amusement park where Mina used Nayeon's weakness, she then planned on doing it again to tease her and... hopefully to impress and try to make her get attracted back to her again instead of that woman named Sana.

She also followed what her friend told her a few days ago after they talked when she and Nayeon went home from the amusement park. Her friend made her understand again that Sana is just Nayeon's crush and hasn't been accepted nor rejected yet. That's why she suggested Mina try to win Nayeon back again after she made Mina answer it by herself that she is definitely now in love with Nayeon after giving her the hints she did to look back.

"Here, I'll help you. Let's cook breakfast together." Mina said, and then grabbed another apron hanging on the wall to wear.

"Are you sure? You might get tired easily, but you still need to rest. "," Nayeon concernedly asked.

Don't worry much about me, Nayeon. In fact, being with you is already my rest.", Mina said, smiling. After that, Nayeon was instructed by Mina on what to do step by step, carefully so that she could follow.

While preparing the garlic, Mina noticed that Nayeon's technique of chopping was very dangerous, putting her hands at high risk of getting cut.

Keeping her other side of herself for today as Sharon, the most intense and serious one of hers, she stepped behind Nayeon and locked her in her arms, gliding her hands slowly through Nayeon's and grasping her. Her head is laying low just right next to Nayeon's face.

"Follow my hand. Hold your knife like this, then guide it through the blade as you chop," she whispered straight to Nayeon's ear, making Nayeon secretly feel goosebumps. Place your hand like this so you can't cut yourself. She said, now leaning away from her ear, and then pursed her lips to look closely at Nayeon.

Nayeon gulped at how close they were to facing each other. Mina smirked and then patted her shoulder to make her motivated.

Hours later, after they ate breakfast and while Mina was resting on the couch, typing on her phone, and Nayeon was reviewing once again, they were surprised by the familiar shout they heard coming from the door.

"They're here." Nayeon said as she looked at the door like Mina did. She stood up and opened the door, meeting Mina's parents standing in front of her.

"Good morning, Nayeon," the married couple greeted Nayeon in sync. Nayeon greeted them back too. She gave them the way to enter, and they did, removing their shoes and placing them on the rack.

"Good morning Minari... you're okay now?" Mr. Myoui asked her daughter immediately after he saw her on the couch.

"Yes, mom and dad, just a few more rests and I'll be fine.", Mina assured her father and even her mother, who were probably asking the same thing as what her husband did.

Mrs. Myoui then looked at Nayeon, who had just finished preparing her things. "Thank you so much again, Nayeon. Please, if we can help you and your family next time.. feel free to let us know, okay? "

"Yes, okasan." Nayeon replied, taking that in her mind. She then looked at her watch to check the time. "I have to go now, auntie and uncle. I still have some volleyball practice to attend. "," she excused. "Hey, Mina, are you free tomorrow?"

"Hmm, I'll check. Why?

"If you want, come to our campus' court and watch me play for our final game." Nayeon said, inviting Mina.

"Oh wow, sure then Nayeon!" Mina immediately accepted. I'll do my best to be there and support you. Just name the time, okay? "

Nayeon then placed her things on the table just to run towards Mina and hug her tightly, making Mina panic deep inside at the body contact.

"Yayyy! "Thank you!", she happily said. Mina can't help but to blush harder and let out a wide grin on her face because it really is that very uncontrollable to hold onto herself. Her parents, who aren't aware that their daughter has secret feelings for her friend, just watched them adorably.

Nayeon let go of Mina, scooping up her belongings as she walked to the door. Bye, Mina! Get well soon! "

"Bye, Nayeon. Thank you for taking care of me. "

"No problem; that's what friends do for each other, right?" Nayeon replied, prompting Mina's smile to fade.

"Ahh... yeah right.O-okay," Mina said, her real smile replaced with a fake one as she saw Nayeon leave their house and return to her own.

THE NEXT DAY

The game has just finished. Nayeon's team were declared the champions for this season's volleyball tournament. What's even more exciting to see for Mina is that Nayeon also won the award for Finals MVP.

Mina believes that her chanting for Nayeon was arguably the loudest she's ever been so far.

Mina was waiting in the main hall of the campus when she noticed Nayeon running towards her, wearing their customized championship shirt while her bottom was still from the uniform. Even though her hair looks messy from their team's celebration, she still looks beautiful and even sexier for her.

Now that she's seen her, it's finally time for her to execute her main agenda for tonight, which is to confess her love to Nayeon after she made up her mind thinking about it yesterday.

"MINA!!!!" she yelled her name so loudly that it echoed throughout the hall, causing some of the people around her to stare at them, but neither of them cared.

"HEYYYY CHAMP!!!", Mina caught Nayeon by hugging her too. "Congrats, you really did a great job there! You deserve to be the MVP indeed. "," she said after releasing Nayeon.

Nayeon denied it, maintaining her humble demeanor because she didn't want to take all the credit.

"Uhm, by the way, I just want to talk-," Mina was about to start when suddenly she heard the voice of a woman calling Nayeon from behind.

"NAYEONNIEEEE!" she exclaimed, sprinting towards Nayeon and hugging her from behind.Mina saw her face and definitely recognized who she was.

Her identity and the way she acts around Nayeon right now is enough for her to slowly feel her heart crumbling, impending to be broken in pieces.

"Oh, you're back. Did you excuse yourself already? " Nayeon asked, caressing the woman's hands wrapped around her stomach.

"Yuppp! They agreed. "," she nodded. She then raised her head and noticed Mina, who was just seriously standing in front of her and Nayeon. Oh, I'm so sorry. "I didn't know you were talking to somebody here," she apologetically said.

"Oh right, uhm, Sana, meet Mina... she's my friend and Mina I know you've seen Sana already, but let me introduce you again to her."," Nayeon said as her attention switched back to Mina again.

"Hi, I'm Minatozaki Sana." She smiled, offering her hand to Mina after releasing herself from Nayeon.

"Mina. Myoui Mina," she introduced herself again. Her lack of interest in getting to know her more was clearly visible on her face, but they couldn't read it.

"Was it true? You already saw me before? " Sana asked.

"Ahh yes, Nayeon showed me your picture and said proudly that... you're her crush." Mina gulped heavily at the last words.

"You're really head over heels for me do you, Nayeon?", Sana teasingly smirked at Nayeon who only replied with a sheepish nod.

"And you won't gonna believe this, Mina. Guess what...

... we're already a couple now!", Nayeon proudly announced it to Mina, unbeknownst to her that she effectively just shattered Mina's heart into tiny many pieces and blacked out her entire mood for today.

"Ahh... s-so... she's your girlfriend now?" Mina said, now only pretending in front of them two.

"Yeahhh!!! She just instantly answered me right after I did my speech there at the podium. "," she said and then wrapped her arm around Sana to pull her closer and kiss her directly on the lips.

Mina just witnessed her crush kiss the one she prefers to be with right in front of her very own eyes.

With that, all Mina wants to do now instead is go away from this and return to her home so that she can drown herself in complete pain, guilt, agony and shame.

"C-congratulations to both of you," Mina lifelessly said. "I-I must go now."

"Wait, Mina. Do you want to join us and celebrate? You'll go home alone if you do.", Nayeon asked.

"Nah. I'll pass.", Mina waved it off. "You two should have fun alone together now. I'll just call my classmate to pick me up here. "

"Alright then," Nayeon shrugged. "We'll get going now, Mina." she said. Mina just nodded back. Nayeon then hugged Mina one more time, although Mina didn't want it again because she didn't know how much longer she could contain herself from breaking down in her emotions. "Thank you again for coming. So much. You're the best friend ever!"

"Anything for you, Nay." Mina said. She already sniffed as a sign after Nayeon just gave a last damage by saying again that very irritating and frustrating word for Mina to hear, but thankfully the two still didn't notice it.

Bye, Mina! "Nice to meet you again!", Sana waved her hand goodbye to Mina.

"Bye. Mina waved back, only doing 3 sways before bringing her hand and arm back down as she watched Nayeon and Sana walking out of the building, away from her sigh. with their arms hooked together.

Right after they left, Mina quickly called her friend on her phone to request that they pick her up at the campus where she's studying. A Japanese woman with long hime-cut black hair exits her car minutes later; she ran towards Mina after seeing her slowly walk out.

"Mina! "Why did you ask me to come here- Oh!", she got taken aback when Mina swiftly hugged her tightly. Her concern increased as she felt her shoulder getting stained with wet from Mina's tears.

"H-hey... calm down. Why are you crying? She rejected you?", she asked while rubbing Mina's back gently to comfort her. She felt Mina's head move as she shook it.

"Then what?"

"Momoring, I'm too late now. Nayeon's already taken.", Mina said between her heavy breathing before she continued sobbing hard once again.

"Let's talk at the car about this.", the girl, whose name was revealed to be Momoring in her nickname-or simply Momo as her real name-said to Mina, and then she assisted her on their way inside her car.

2 WEEKS LATER

Mina and Nayeon attended the reunion of their school year's batch after it was announced and had them updated about it. They met their former classmates and some acquaintances from other sections at the party.

Nayeon was talking to her other fellow batchmates, Mina and Momo, who also studied at the same high school as Nayeon and Mina but from other sections, were talking together at their table when their topic quickly shifted to Nayeon as Mina had her eyes focused again on her.

"You're going to do it?" Momo asked. Mina just responded with a nod.

"Good luck then. You know that I will be here right away for you." Mina looked at Momo, who was giving her a supportive smile.

"Thanks, Momo." She nodded. She then stood up from her seat and walked towards Nayeon.

"Nayeon, can you join me for a walk around the school? I just want to do something rather than celebrate here.", Mina said.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'll join you. "," Nayeon accepted. She then excused herself away from the other batchmates and joined Mina to walk around the school together.

During their walk, they stopped by to see the familiar place where they used to study for 2 years.

"That's our classroom right there." Mina pointed at the second room across the first floor of this four-story building they were looking at. "I miss our high school days more. So many great memories we had. "

"Indeed, time flies, right?" Nayeon said. "Look at us now. We are already in college... things are getting different, it may be fun too but nothing compares to what we had here." They took a seat afterwards at one of the benches near the tree.

"As usual, to our favorite spot here in the school." Mina said before sitting down.

"I can't count how many times we used to sit here just you and I together.", Nayeon chuckled, patting and feeling the texture of this bench that holds a special place in their hearts.

"This is where we first met, remember?" Mina said, looking at Nayeon to her right.

"Yeah... I remember how I looked like a lost child as I asked your permission to sit beside you because I ran out of seat in recess.", Nayeon said as she got a flashback of herself holding her lunch approaching Mina who was silently reading a book to ask if she could sit with her. "Then you welcomed me just that easily."

"I was very kind to you back then because I've been there in your situation before."

"And for that, I am grateful." Nayeon said, placing her hand on her chest. "You never change, and I'm glad you do. Keep it like that, Mina. You'll attract the person you like in the future, like what you did to me before," Nayeon said. Mina's eyes widened and so did Nayeon's after she just realized what she said.

"God, sorry.", Nayeon covered her face with her large hands ans she shook her head in embarassment. "Ahhh I seriously remember that time too when I also confessed my feelings to you here.", Nayeon stated as that memory started playing again in her mind when Nayeon told Mina that she has a crush on her during their graduation practice but Mina rejected her instead because she liked somebody else before.

"Yes, I know it's cringy and-"

"I should've said yes to you."

Nayeon heard that. She slowly removed her hands away from her face. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked at Mina who is now bowing her head low.

"Eh, what did you say?"

"Nayeon, are you happy with Sana?", she asked out of blue. Nayeon was confused and dumbfounded how the topic just changed in a snap and how does her current relationship status matters that much.

"I- I do. Honestly so far she's great.", she replied. "Makes my whole time admiring her and wanting her to be mine more worth it.", she smiled in relief.

"That's good.", Mina nodded slightly, a faint smile appeared. "Sorry, if I asked about it it's just...", Mina then paused, making Nayeon anticipatingly wait for her to know what was she's trying to tell.

"What is it, Mina?"

"I envy her.", she said, still unable to make eye contact with Nayeon.

"Why? Cmon, Mina. You're great too, you know. Look at her, she found someone that will love her for her personality and that's me. You'll be just like her too soon. Just wait and don't lose hope...", Nayeon got interrupted when Mina spoke once again.

"Tell me, how can I? How can I lose hope when I don't have it anymore. How... how can I wait if... it's already done?", she said. Few seconds later, Nayeon then heard some sniffling of tears on Mina, she went closer to her friend worriedly.

"Mina, are you okay?"

"Nayeon... I'm sorry."

"W-why are you apologizing?", Nayeon asked puzzledly. "Hey, what's with the tears? Did I do something wrong?", she frantically asked as she saw Mina now wiping off the tears in her eyes with her hand.

"N-no... no... you didn't. It's because... I'm just telling you right now how I actually feel for you like what you did to me too.

"I just realized these days that I fell in love for you, Nayeon.", Mina finally confessed, leaving Nayeon completely suprised.

Her eyes widened, brows raised, jaw dropped in shock as she found out that this woman right here beside her, the one she used to fall in love with before and the one she's been treating as a friend again despite hurting her heart badly, is now confessing her true feelings for her just now.

"But... Mina, you know I have a girlfriend now." Nayeon reminded her. "I have Sana with me. What's the point of this? "

"I know and please don't take this as my way to tear you both apart. "That's not my intention." Mina shook her head. "This all started when you... y-you shared to me about Sana. It pulled a trigger on my heart and mind to become fully clear about these strange feelings I'm having for you whenever we're together since we met again. "," Mina started explaining how she got it.

"It easily affects me more compared before on the way how you act sweet, caring and loving towards me because I have no one else to focus but you and I... was planning to confess yesterday but, it seems like Sana already blocked the way for me.", Mina added, crying harder as she rewinded to hear what happened two weeks ago that caused her to lose herself and gave her sleepless nights.

"Wait, that's what you're planning to do when we talked after the game?", Nayeon shockingly asked Mina. The latter just nodded, making Nayeon realize how it must've hurt insanely for Mina to witness her and Sana acting as lovers in front of her.

"Oh my god. I-I'm sorry, Mina.", she then went on to hug Mina from behind; her tears started to fall too as she can definitely feel how her friend is devastated right now because of her.

"Who are we kidding? Even if I were the first to tell you how I feel, you wouldn't return the same, do you? Your heart is choosing Sana now, and I'm just nothing but your tragic past, "Mina added. They both fell silent for a split second as only the sound of their cries could be heard around them.

"I'm very sorry, Mina," Nayeon said as she kissed her forehead and held her hands together.

"It's fine. I deserved it anyway," Mina said coldly. "Karma struck back and taught me a lesson for what I did to you, and now I'm here regretting what I did in the worst case scenario," she sighed heavily.

"I should've listened and gave my attention to you more than the one I've keep on fighting for not knowing I won't win at all.", she said, referring to her past crush that also ended up breaking Mina's heart when she just found out one day that Son Chaeyoung, the girl she was admiring at that time instead of Nayeon... was dating a girl named Kim Dahyun already.

"In that way... maybe... maybe I was the one experiencing what Sana's been having right now, and that is by how it is to have you as her lover.", Mina said with full regret. "I shouldn't have kept pushing you away if I'll just gonna end up coming back to you. ",

Nayeon then pulled Mina's head and placed it in her arms as she cuddled her poor friend and admirer in comfort. "Let it out, Mina. It's going to be okay. Please don't blame yourself too much, hmm? Love is really that unpredictable. You'll never know or tell when it comes and whether it will or not."

"You say it's karma, as if I was angry at you and I want you to have it just so you can feel what I felt when you rejected me, but no, I don't; I accepted the fact that I can't force you to love me because I respected your decision at the time."

"In fact, I'd like to apologize as well because I had no idea I was accidentally and unknowingly hurting you deep down because of my news about Sana and my new relationship."

"But Mina..." Nayeon paused for a while, catching Mina's gaze.

"Y-yeah?"

"I wish you were her as well; I really wanted to make you mine," Nayeon admitted, making Mina frown at the wasted opportunity.

"I still have you in my heart, Mina... but I'm not that same girl from before anymore who is able to catch you immediately when you fall.", Nayeon said, shaking her head. "But we can't do anything about it now. Who knows, maybe in the next lifetimes... it's you and I together.", she shrugged, looking back again at Mina who is hoping too that it would become real.

"For now, let's just be grateful that love taught us a lesson for each other that leads us on finding other person that will makes us feel special. Mine is Sana, and I hope you can get your own someday soon, Mina... who can do things that it'll make you feel that you're in the right hands.", she patted Mina's hand to signify what she meant.

Mina then moved her head forward slowly, directly through Nayeon, who is aware of what she's about to do but can't stop her body from avoiding it instead.

Mina gave Nayeon a kiss on the lips. It lasted a while, but just long enough for her to be satisfied, as she finished it by taking her lip away from Nayeon, who is still astonished by what Mina just did.

"So this is how it would've felt if I'd chosen you," Mina chuckled. "I can't believe I'm this foolish to lose something this good," she sighed.

"Are you going to be okay?" Nayeon simply asked, brushing some strands of hair away from Mina's face.

Mina nodded. "I will. For the better good. Atleast I'll remain by your side. Seeing you and Sana happy in your relationship together as she gives you the exact amount of love you're giving to her is enough for me to support you two to the fullest.", she lets out a smile, a proof that this moment they're having right now even if it hurts.. it's still effective for the both of them.

Nothing heals by going through pain first.

"That's right, and be certain that we will do the same for you once you get yours soon," Nayeon informed Mina, now smiling alongside her.

"Thank you, Nayeon for this. Seriously."

"Same as you too, Mina." Nayeon said, the two sealed their proper closure together with one last hug before cutting it out when they heard the host announce something to everyone.

" Oh, the fireworks display is about to be set off in less than a minute. C'mon, let's go there and watch it!", Nayeon stood up immediately and offered her hand for Mina to hold onto. She accepted, and the two ran together back to the main ground to join the rest.

After witnessing the fireworks show for 5 minutes, Nayeon resumed talking with some other fellow batchmates while Mina returned to her table where Momo is eating a plate of jokbal alone.

"How did it end up?", Momo asked.

"It turned out well. We are now both happy for each other.", Mina smiled in assurance.

"Don't worry, Mina. This isn't the end for you yet. You will be loved soon. Just open your heart and let yourself realize who may that be.", Momo gave her friend another advice to cheer her up.

"I will.", Mina nodded. Momo then gave her a plate of one of the foods she picked and Mina gratefully took it as she started eating too.

Unbeknownst to Mina, Momo was secretly looking at her, and a smile began to grow on her face as her heartbeat began to soar in sync with the joy and hope she was feeling.

"I guess this is my opportunity now," Momo said in her mind, smiling broadly at it.

-🐰🐧-

#twice #twicenayeon #twicemina #minayeon #twiceminayeon #twiceau #twiceoneshot #twiceships #kpoponeshots #kpopau

[bentosandbox]

hoshi headcannons GIMMIE [pwease im starving]

woah how did you know i had some (more) bubbling in my head recently after reading the mh collab (not that she appears in it :( but…yato does) also perfect timing since hoshi module Y is about to drop just dropped on EN

read it NOW!!!!

ok so . shes basically like an old salaryman to me just look at that bow (salute emoji) and with all the salarymen traits that come with that like terrible work life balance(well they are all office workers so. all have this but shes like, THE salaryman you know) nomikai addict (kind of real) and a super yes-man except..nobody dares to even make her do something she wouldn't do herself, and not out of fear(well maybe a little for some) but out of respect (probably saved every officer at least once), and being a senior (since she's been with the lgd since day 0) she could technically treat people like they're beneath her (true) but instead she goes super formal-mode the gapmoe(?) is so endearing its like . suddenly thought of the mc from vinland saga whos like ^_^ im so harmless i wont harm anyone (havent not caught up with it for very long though idk if it's still like that)

she likes to (Module X spoilers I guess) idk roleplay being a pushover??? in that story she tl;dr comes to the rescue of a colleague who is like 'ty oni-sis but you should just leave me here 🥹 and she's like (tanks like a champ getting her ID card cracked in the process module.jpg) and goes 'haha sorry that request is a bit too hard why not i uhh help you apply for a bonus instead' it was here i was like ok hoshichen (in that order) is dead to me she would never yaoitop chen !!!!!!!!!!!!!! basically could be left.jpg but is right.png most of the time

she's old… but how old?? I guess touhou type of old…? the other two are like kids to her at times, maybe sometimes she does an old man act to get them to stop quarrelling like sitting at the window and with a coffee and reading something and telling them 'ok im just going to sit here until you two sort it out ok take your time' (they instantly stop)

her and chen: i think i mentioned this somewhere before but chen = wuxia protag hoshi = her mentor (in some capacities since technically wei was her [absent] mentor) she has all the qualities you would want except like in standard mentor fashion, a little conservative (i really do like this…flaw? because to be content with how the LGD operates, it makes you wonder how things were like before…)

her and swire… i like to think sometimes swire brings That Day up and hoshi is just ^_^ i see! and then after chen is gone maybe swire has some difficulty cleaning up the mess and at times takes out the badge to have a 'what would mysterious officer x do' moment and one time hoshi catches her doing that and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh omg forgot what i wanted to write here

her and lin: man…………….they didn't seem that hot in ch7 but man the potential interactions of an ex-underworld lackey and current underworld heir where is my food hg where are the ingredients i will cook the food myself but i need the ingredients to start with that one interaction was not enough

(quick spoiler warning for monhun collab) basically only the el gatos and rathalos got isekaid so the village is all higashinese and not like a MH village so you get sprinkles of higashi lore

i bring monhun collab up because yato and noir used to be an assassins but they quit da life and yato mentions 'killing your own kind', talks about her last hit she flaked out on but that that another assassin simply killed the mother and daughter duo she was supposed to kill so i was like damn what if hoshiguma also…?? (they are all oni and we all know she's ex-yakuza) or what if… she was the one that had to do yato's job, the hoshi/yato yaoi would be UNREAL but i dont think HG has the guts

also she and yato are ace because uhhhhhh i said so my rhodes my rules no joke i had wanted to do a hoshiguma dating sim for this year's april fools (with a bunch of other ops too but she would be the 'main' route even though there's no 'good' end) but then uhhh time issue anyway don't forget to set the LGD trio's voices to cantonese

#bentoask #Anonymous #bentotexto #because this one got long

[cishetamine]

gremlins (1984) letterboxd review (crossposted)

This is a terrible movie. Why?

Well, someone in it says “mangy curr” unironically, which admittedly is kind of camp. But check out the rest of the dialogue:

re: ppl being depressed on christmas: “While everyone else is opening up their presents, some people are opening up their wrists”

the part where the science teacher is explaining pupation to the kid like “it might look dormant, but inside it’s going through changes” and the kid is like “Like my mother,” as in MENOPAUSE

basically whoever they hired as the script doctor for this deserves a Razzy.

astonishing that this movie contains a white woman who wants to do unspeakable things to this kid’s dog !!! like holy shit i believe the rumors now .. no like actually did they realize what they were writing………

although it’s maybe bad that she doesn’t respect The Spirit Of Christmas(jewish-coded ?) & lives alone weigh a bunch of cats(lesbian-coded; possibly acephobic ?)

I want to know what age demographic this is targeted at. Which i guess i could find out by looking up the film rating—ah, PG-13, but like, ppl apparently criticized it at the time for being too graphic for the kids at whom its sense of humor appears aimed. so i guess it makes sense that i was also confused!

Also wait this is making me wonder. Did kids used to just go to the movie theaters by themselves when they were younger than 13?? Bc i thought the purpose of 'PG-13' was "u gotta be older than 13 to see it without an adult".

But what kids were even seeing movies without adults before they could drive in most of the US in the 1980s?? idk i wasn't alive then but i assume most ppl had to drive to the movies——ok maybe SOME ppl lived in walkable cities……i guess the stranger things kids could've biked, but then again they aren't real, so.

anyway, right, gremlins. The sequence where the Designated Hottie describes how her dad died is hilarious bc it's trying to be sad but the way he dies is——ok no u have to like pull up a clip on youtube bc it's definitely not worth seeing this whole movie over. Like i would bet $5 that it's on the tvtropes page for Narm.

Note btw that the great thing about making bets about whether something is on tvtropes is that i literally can't lose bc if it's not there already then i could jus make an account & add it there. Although in a way, me making a tvtropes account would be a much larger loss for my sense of self-respect

Also i'm still mad that i got tricked into watching a christmas movie bc normally i would not be into that!! except i didn't know it was a christmas movie!!! damnit!!

Found myself thinking, like, "You know, in a cronenberg film, the gremlins would escape & eventually spread to blanket the whole country & then the world! Like in scanners or the brood or videodrome—or, indeed, in plenty of other horror movies—especially those that anticipate a sequel! Like that one version of little shop of horrors before they changed the ending, or uh, presumably various zombie movies, i think. How does invasion of the body snatchers end again? Or uhh, the original The Blob?"

& i think that kinda describes my relationship to cronenberg as a director, i think?? like, i don't his movies are necessarily Super Great or My Favorites or whatnot—but they definitely have affected me enough that i keep thinking about him & about them & about his particular authorial sensibility, even if i disagree with decisions he's made!

which i think basically encapsulates my relationship w/ any Art that's influenced me significantly. Like there's not much stuff that i'm like "WOW i LOVE this this is PERFECT IN EVERY WAY"—it's more about "omg even where this book/painting/musical/opera may be flawed, can we please talk abt whether you think those are actual flaws or not, & u think they actually add to the story. Please please pretty please"

Also—the colors/lighting in this made me yearn sooooo hard for the days when EVERYTHING was shot on film. fuuuuuck. Like, this has a bunch of dark scenes that are lit almost more like a b&w chiaroscuro noir film rather than a color movie—so u get these spots of rly rich orange & teal & purple & blue & it WORKS?!?!?

which feels kind of insane to me honestly. like, Family Movies don't have beautiful lighting deign anymore (although cartoons have taken up some of the slack here—e.g., that Hilda show had a rly excellent color scheme in its backgrounds!)

anyway i'm just getting all weepily nostalgic for analog film, don't mind me!! getting half-strangled by a stray reel All those indoor shots where they're not afraid to let some light from outdoors filter in through the windows——i am dragged off the stage That soft focus on subjects, as opposed to that hypershallow depth of field that's gotten oh-so-popular these da——muffled sounds of struggle

[small gremlin pops back up onstage speaking in my voice] Also almost forgot to say: Good puppets! Very expressive, as others have mentioned! We need to bring back puppets tbh. Also ventriloquism(not that cringe racist guy from the bush admin tho.) I'm talking REAL ventri—

[roof caves in right on top of GREMLIN PUPPET, which miraculously manages to sidestep all the falling debris, but then one more tiny circular chunk falls out of the ceiling & GREMLIN immediately gets melted by the sudden sunlight like a cute vampire]

#letterboxd #movie thots #gremlins #damn this is so much easier than taking a bunch of screenshots to post to twitter

[debththrets]

anyways i wanted to discuss something in a conversational way.. it's not happening on edtwt no way. those bitches are crazy. but..

i saw something that said "if you're anorexic, you can't say you're not fatphobic, because you're scared of gaining weight." im not really sure how to feel about this take. obviously being anorexic is a "bit" deeper than just wanting to lose weight. for me it's about Control. fasting all day and only eating parts of my food make me feel in control and safe. watching the scale number go down means i'm in control of myself. if it goes up, it's scary and not what was supposed to happen... anorexia is generally a trauma response or a coping mechanism, not out of hatred of fat people

but i also can't say i'm not scared of gaining weight either. i am, but it's not because i hate fat people OBVIOUSLY. that's fucking insane. but being anorexic for so long warps your perception of reality like a Mother Fucker.. when food is the only thing you feel like you can control- when it's not working- you fucking spiralll bruhhh... in my experience, gaining weight has led me to the worst moments of my life, not because of the sheer fact that i gained, but because i let it happen. i lost control of myself which means i gained weight. i Need the control Back. aka failed recovery.

idk its a weird asf take a saw. they were 14 but like man... anorexia is the want to lose weight disorder but there's so much more to it. anorexia isn't fatphobic- you can't shame a bunch of mentally ill people who freak out and will do everything in their power to avoid one too many strawberries... to call that fatphobic just seems to ignore the nuanced reality of being anorexic. i go through periods where i think "this is stupid. i hate my existence everyday by doing this. i want to eat like normal" and everytime it feels like my life is falling apart when i do bc it's different. it's not safe. i don't know exactly what i'm eating so how can i be sure that it's okay? that it's safe to behave like this?? i sound annoyingly deep but that's how my anorexic experience has been.

i mean, what are you supposed to tell people who are overweight and anorexic? "oh you're just fatphobic" ..??? no??? and what about when they're in a healthier bmi range? suddenly then they Are fatphobic??? overweight people Can be fatphobic i mean objectively someone whose overweight can hate other people for being overweight. but someone being fatphobic SOLELY because they have anorexia?? is a weird take.

tl;dr: anorexia is a lot deeper than "being scared of gaining weight". i feel like any reasonable therapist could tell you that. it's a symptom of anorexia to have an irrational fear of weight gain, but that doesn't make somebody fatphobic. it's not fatphobic to lose weight in general.

uhh i think my replies are off but i don't know how to fix it sorry.... if someone reads this and has some awesome input i'd love to hear other opinions on this. if u can dm me do that i guess if you wanna discuss it philosophy style!! :) my anorexia experience is different from everybody else's, no one has the exact same experience probably.. that's just mental illness.

[leighsartworks216]

Witch in the Woods

Loki x gn!reader

This takes place before Thor 1 because baby Loki is baby

Warnings: poison? Like, it's not used, but it's talked about a lot, uhh mixed povs I guess?? Sometimes I pay more attention to Loki's thoughts vs the reader's, bc my mind is a mess

Word Count: 2694

ao3 link to fic

Loki Masterlist

Knock knock knock.

Asgard was a large realm. While the palace Valaskjalf, the BiFrost, and the town homes in between took up most of the attention of the floating rock (being front and center, as it were), there was still a large portion of land - forests, mountains - relatively untouched. There was really no need to go to the woods. While in the past, hunters may have stalked through the trees and underbrush, taking their prizes to the palace for the nearly nightly banquets, there was no reason for that now. The only people who would grace the trees and wildlife with their presence anymore were-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"I'M COMING! HOLD ON!"

With a huff, you swung open the door to your cottage. It was small, unassuming, and cozy. Odin had allowed you special permission to build a home in the forest behind Valaskjalf after you explained to him (and after his wife, Queen Frigga pressured him) that you needed the privacy for your magic. Now, away from the prying eyes and upturned noses of townsfolk, the only visitor you ever got out here was a certain Prince.

"You have no patience, Loki," you scolded. You turned back into your home, leaving the door open so he could follow.

"I've been told it's one of my many virtues."

You met each other's eyes, and each let out a quiet laugh. How many years now had you been friends? The God of Mischief and the Witch, latched to each others sides since you could walk - perhaps even before then.

"Why have you come to bother me today, oh Prince?" You gesture to a chair for Loki to sit in before you move to gather ingredients from a shelf. "I'm in the middle of a very temperamental potion. If I don't add the Soca Root at the exact right time, the whole batch is ruined."

He sighed, entering your space as if it were his own. "It's a lovely day of bickering in the palace. My oaf brother got into an argument with Volstagg, and they seem quite keen on destroying anything in sight." Loki walked to the boiling cauldron at your fireplace. Peering in, the contents seemed to be a rather viscous pink substance. He quirked an eyebrow. Potions weren't his magical expertise. His mother had raised him on spells and sorcery, not poisons and brews. "What is this potion supposed to do, anyway?"

You plucked a bottle off the shelf, glancing at the label to double-check you'd grabbed the correct one (although, let's face it, you'd been making potions for a hundred years - your muscle memory wasn't going to fail you now) before joining him by the fire. You hummed thoughtfully as you also peeked at the bubbling concoction.

"No idea."

He scoffed, grin tugging up his lips. "Then, why are you making it?"

"Because," you shrugged, "I saw it in one of my books and thought it might be a fun challenge."

"And your book failed to disclose its purpose?"

"It's a notebook from my grandmother, Loki," you explain with an eye roll, as if he should understand these things. He found the gesture quite cute. He had to stop himself from smiling. "She was mad. She threw things in the pot and would forget to write down what happened afterward."

His face scrunched up. "What usually happened afterward?"

"It would be poison."

"So, you could very well be making the most potent poison known to all existence?"

"No!" you argued. There was a pause as you opened the bottle and took out the Soca Root. It was dry and tough in your hands. Perfect. You tucked the bottle under your shoulder and snapped the root in half before chucking it in. The pink liquid in the cauldron fizzed, let out a large belch (which both you and Loki had to step away from for the stench), and then began changing to a vibrant blue color. "Maybe."

Loki watched as you safely tucked away the other half of the root back into the bottle, corking it shut once more. Then, back to your large bookshelf of ingredients you went to put it back in its place. You then reached to a lower shelf and grabbed a small pouch, tied neatly with twine.

"Speaking of making poison, just what exactly do you need sand from Svartalfheim for?"

"You truly managed to get some?" The incredulity in his voice was not an attack against you. He was truly rather impressed. "I thought Heimdall would report you to Odin and have you locked away in a heartbeat."

You scoffed, tossing him the bag of sand. He caught it with ease. As he carefully pulled apart the knot that held it closed, you walked over to peek in as well. You were still finding bits of the earth in your shoes. "He was certainly suspicious. I was sure I'd have to ask the Queen for permission. Once I explained it was an important ingredient in magic, he let me pass."

"And he didn't catch on to your little lie?" The sand inside the bag was dark, ashen. Loki could almost imagine the war that was fought on it eons ago; the lives lost, the blood shed. He snapped himself out of the gruesome thoughts when he raised his eyes to the sweet image of your face. You looked rather proud of yourself. Indeed, going to Svartalfheim was no easy feat, even if it held no real threats. You looked rather... precious this way.

"If he did, he didn't say anything." You smirked up at him, the same mischievous glint that had often been seen in his eyes mirrored in your own. "Maybe he wants to see whatever you're going to do with it blow up in your face."

He rolled his eyes and nimbly tied the bag back up. You followed curiously as he made his way to the door.

"Yes, well, unfortunately it will have to wait." He stopped at the door, shoulder leant against the frame, free hand on the handle. "As much as I'd love to stay here all day and avoid the squabble in the castle," he sighed at the mere thought of his brother, trying to hide the longing in his voice at the lingering idea in the back of his mind of spending more time with you, "Father is insistent that I work on 'diversifying my training.'"

You laughed at the mocking tone in his voice. It always flowed off his Silvertongue so effortlessly, like water dripping off a leaf. "Good luck with your training then, my Prince. Try not to get your ass kicked without me."

He chuckled. "Never, dear Witch." He gave a nod, turned to leave as he opened the door, and paused. He gestured to the cauldron still gurgling over the fire. "Don't test that on yourself, love. I would be lost without your company." With one last smirk, he saw himself out.

Loki had perhaps been planning this for far too long. Ever since he was a child, running around pretending to slay Jotuns with Thor, he had wished for nothing more. And yet, every time he saw you, even as he grew older, he just couldn't possibly ask to court you.

As children, you'd both started your tutelage under his mother, Frigga. Once you became old enough, however, your mother decided it was time for you to stop learning spells and sorcery and be taught the brewing techniques that had been passed down in your family for generations. It had been harder in those rocky "teenage" years to see each other, but Odin be damned if you didn't make it work.

And now, even now... Gods, why couldn't he just ask?

You'd confided in him under stars that no suitors had caught your eye. Not that many had really asked. While magic was respected, and potion brewing was especially practical, no one seemed to wish to get close. Your only solution was to distance yourself.

Oh how that hurt his heart. He wished for nothing more than to assure you that you are worth everything in the universe and more.

He picked at his palm anxiously. This would work. Well, he hoped it would. As his eyes roamed his set up, looking for anything that could possibly be out of place, he could only hope it would work.

"Keep your eyes closed," came Loki's voice to your left. "Absolutely no peeking!"

"Oh my Gods, Loki, where the Hel are you taking me?" The faux irritation in your voice was easily masked by the giggle you let out as you nearly tripped over something.

He quickly caught you with an arm around your waist, the other holding your arm as if to steer you. His voice was filled with mirth as he playfully chastised you. "Careful, love. And I told you: it's a surprise!"

His mind traveled ahead to the place he was taking you. It wasn't far now. His heart skipped a beat, and he prayed to the Aesir that he didn't sound nervous.

"The sand from Svartalfheim was the last ingredient I needed for a little potion of my own," he admitted. He gently guided you to walk left, watching your feet to make sure you wouldn't trip again.

"You..." You turned your face toward him, though your eyes were still closed. His heart fluttered in his face at your scrunched up face, the wrinkle between your brows from confusion. "You brewed something?"

He let out a breath of a laugh, certainly not as confident as he wished. Perhaps this was a bad idea. "Yes, well, I did need some assistance from my Mother."

The creases were instantly removed from your face in favor of a smile. The image of Loki confusedly pouring over a book and cauldron, face tight with worry, and his Mother easy gliding in and throwing what was necessary into the pot as if she were cooking a stew, formed itself in your mind. "What did you make?" you asked excitedly.

"We're almost there," he answered instead. You turned your head forward again, led blindly wherever he wished to take you. At least, he thought, as he took in your side profile, you'd like the effort.

"Okay," he near whispered, trying not to let his voice waver. "You may open your eyes now."

It took a second for you to fully take in what was in front of you. Loki had guided you through the forest to the edge of the water surrounding Asgard. Here, though, it was smooth, calm. Peaceful. On the ground next to the water, a thin blanket was laid out over the ground. A wicker basket sat, untouched, in the center, next to a bottle of Asgardian wine and two glasses, undoubtedly stolen from the Palace.

"Loki, this is..." You took a breath, stepping toward the blanket from his arms. "No one's ever done something like this for me before."

He stepped around your side to be in front of you, the sweetest smile on his face. "Come," he beckoned. He gently took both your hands in his, guiding you as he walked backwards toward the picnic. "I packed the best food and drink I could get my hands on. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."

"What did you make?" you repeated your question from before. You followed him so willingly, with so much trust. He was never just the God of Mischief to you.

He turned his head, pretending to glance over his shoulder at the picnic as a way to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks. Ah, yes. The whole reason he's brought you here. "Well, love, I'd hoped to save it for later." When he turned back, he'd composed himself once more with one of his signature smirks.

You stopped, tugging his hands to pull him to a stop as well. His heart skipped a beat, panicked. Was it too much? Yet, you only looked up at him with stars in your eyes.

"Show me," you asked. "Please."

And how could he possibly refuse? No matter what his brain screamed, his heart was leaping. He knew, he knew, no matter what he presented in this moment, you would adore it. He could have gifted you a crumpled ball of parchment, and he knew you would still have held it close and stared at it like it was the universe in the palms of your hands.

He swallowed the heavy lump in his throat and nodded. "Of course, my dear."

He squeezed your hands, straightening his shoulders as he let you go. He turned and completed the last few steps between where you'd been standing and the picnic basket. The basket opened with a small creak, the weave of the reeds complaining from their lack of use. Cold hands wrapped around the jar inside, tucked away behind some grapes and nuts, and cradled the glass to his chest. His heart was concealed in the swirling liquid inside. He closed the basket once more and made his way back to you.

Handing you the jar in his hands was like handing over every emotion he'd contained within himself since your childhoods together. Every longing glance, every blush, every time he wished to hold your hand and brush the hair from your face. And you cradled it as gently as he had. His heart swelled at the affection you gave to the simple vessel as you raised it to your eyes so you could watch the dark, glimmering liquid inside spin and swirl.

"Loki," you gasped in awe, "this is beautiful."

"Open it."

Blue eyes met yours as you lowered the jar from your eyes. They flickered anxiously from your face to the container in your hands. You smiled, reassuring and calm, yet confused as to what this potion was for. You'd been brewing potions for a hundred years at least, and you'd never seen something even remotely as beautiful as this. You grabbed the clamp holding it shut, and released the seal.

In an instant, the world around you was gone. It was replaced with swirling images of the Queen's garden. You and Loki as children, running around and laughing about some prank. It was like you were seeing the memory through a haze. More colors swirled around as the scenery changed. Left and right, thousands of memories of you two as kids filled your vision. And through all of them, you could see Loki pout or turn away with blush on his cheeks, begin reaching for your hand before stopping himself, and the way he even watched with a dumb struck little smile as you told off Thor.

As the scenery changed to reflect your teenage years, it became images of you two sneaking out to continue seeing each other, even after your magical paths branched apart. You and Loki, hiding in the deepest parts of the forest, just to chat idly about your days or play-spar with his daggers. The one time you attended a royal ball and how he only had eyes for you the entire night. How he held you close, running fingers through your hair and speaking soft words of comfort once your last remaining family, your mother, passed. How he helped you plan out your cottage and assisted in moving your most precious items himself.

And the most recent years of your friendship, spent together through occasional visits to your cottage that both of you wished lasted longer. Lingering looks from Loki as you busied with making brews and potions for sick townsfolk, or even the way he brushed his fingers against yours when he took the vials from you to deliver them. It all took your breath away. You only felt the air rushing back into your lungs when the jar was clamped shut once more, Loki's hands over the lid, and he was looking at you with the brightest, most love-struck eyes in all the Realms.

"My dear Witch," he breathed. The night was quiet. Crickets chirped in the underbrush. A breeze rustled the trees. He swallowed. "I love you."

#loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #fluff #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader

[some-pers0n]

I've finished writing about chapter 3 (of 5) of SANABI. The end is on the horizon! It's funny to me that I said I'd be lucky to finish this post by the lunar new year, because there's no way I'm wrapping this up by tomorrow (which makes me... unlucky?). But I've made appreciable progress, and in the end, isn't that what matters most?

I probably won't be able to work on the essay as much for the next week because of the whole Chinese New Year celebrations thing. What holidays do you and your family celebrate around this time, by the way? How big are your family gatherings? Are they utterly horrifying?

Writing question for you. How do you write really long (100k+) fics while making sure the content isn't filler or uninteresting? How do you sustain a long-running plotline?

And an obligatory goofy question: if you could live in the universe of one of your favorite book/book series, would you?

Ah sorry for this taking a while. I was busy hating on the Demon Show again.

How long is that essay again? Last I remember you said it was nearing 9k words. I expect that's been blown out of the water now lol. God the dedication one must have to have that much patience and love for a game to create such an essay. Me? I projectile vomited about The Character a while back. It was like 9k words or something as well. I do wish you well on finishing it!

The only holidays we celebrate around this year is either Valentines Day or Family Day. I only like Family Day cause I get a break from everything. No real family gatherings for most things. Usually it's just small family stuff. Though yeah family gatherings can get pretty intense. Last one I went to on my mother's side had well over 800 people.

Honestly uhh...hope and pray. Though if I were to try and frame it as actual advice, I'd say that everything should be working towards a goal somehow. Every scene should have the characters moving forward, whether it be in a way that's relevant to the overarching story or some interpersonal arc. Also I cram in as many jokes as humanly possible. Also the fic itself and its plot is generally somewhat split into sections, with the first act being relatively free from a big general plot and more about the characters and their introductions. The main real plot comes in about halfway through, but even then the fic mostly draws you in with setting up these characters and their own issues and deals.

Well my current favourite book right now is House of Leaves and. well. lets just say I don't exactly want to be trapped in a house that is also God that is also within several layers of metafiction. But y'know. It is what it is. For favourite book series? Uh,, hm.. Truth be told I haven't really read any big book series in ages. Mostly just one-off stuff. WoF I guess counts. I'd say HELL YEAH I LOVE DRAGONS!!! I wanna be a dragon and have fun. If I stay as a human? Yeah no. No thank you.

If the question was about me living in my favourite video game world then it's not even a question. Instant yes. I don't care about anything else.

#ask #thunder

[racxnteur]

Today is fanfic writers appreciation day 

So please appreciate my fics to cheer me up

Or if not mine, go leave a comment on your favorite fic or perhaps on something that doesn’t have very many comments or kudos

#fanfic writers appreciation day #also uhh its been a shit day lol #my mother essentially threatened to institutionalize me #so #that was fun #as one might guess i could use some uh #nice things

[crackedoutwalnut]

uhh could I request a wanda x reader doing something really reckless (like stealing the car for a 3 am drive) and Carol and Nat (who are like their mother figures - and also are in a relationship) scolding them for it!!

ps: I don't know if scolding is even a word but I guess you know what I mean hahahah

a/n: I am absolutely in love with this prompt and I had a lot of fun writing it :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none just some cursing and some underage drinking.

Word Count: 2,680

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It was around 3:30 in the morning when you felt someone nudge your shoulder. Groaning, you pulled your blanket further over your head.

"Leave me alone," you grumbled under your breath.

It was only when a strand of red magic surrounded the edge of the blanket and jerked it off your body, did you awaken. You gasped at the sudden assault of cold air and shot up. Wanda stood over you in a Black Sabbath hoodie and ripped jeans with a far too pleased smirk on her face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" You hissed, rubbing your bleary eyes.

"Put some clothes on; I want to show you something."

"The sun isn't rising for another 2 hours, Wan. I want to go back to bed," you complained, grasping for the blanket once more.

Wanda pulled the blanket fully off your shared bed and looked at you pleadingly, "Come on, please? I promise it will be worth it," her eyes were wide as she looked at you hopefully. At this time of night- or morning, you supposed - her accent was thicker than it would be during the day. You cursed your weak resolve and slunk out of bed.

"Fine, but I'm stealing one of your hoodies," you grumbled.

She chuckled, "You are already hoarding at least half of them," she pointed out as you stepped out of your pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled on black yoga pants and an Iron Maiden sweatshirt you had been keeping on your side of the closet for at least a month now. Wanda gasped and slapped your arm lightly, "I have been looking for that everywhere, Y/n. I thought I lost it!"

"Your hoodies are comfier," you reasoned with a shrug. "Anyways, how are we supposed to get past mother hen one and two?" You gestured towards the direction of Natasha and Carol's room.

Wanda pondered this for a moment, "Just be fast and quiet, you go out and wait in the car, and I will grab the drinks."

You raised an eyebrow, "Natasha's a world-class assassin, and Carol wakes up whenever Nat does; this won't work. Also, we're going to drink at 3 in the morning?"

Wanda huffed, "It will be fine. You worry too much, Y/n. Plus, when have we ever drank irresponsibly?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your pockets, "Do you really want me to answer that."

Wanda pushed you towards the door, "Go outside and wait in the car." You snickered and carefully opened the bedroom door, wincing when the hinges squealed slightly. It wasn't a matter of not being caught as much as it was a matter of being long gone before Natasha and Carol decided to go after them. Regardless of how sneaky they thought they were being, Natasha- if not both her and Carol - was bound to hear them. Ever so carefully, you wedged the front door open and slipped through it.

You had moved in with Carol, Nat, and Wanda a year into your relationship with her. Having graduated college with a nearly nonexistent relationship with your parents, you needed a place to live. Your girlfriend and the women who practically made sure you didn't starve throughout college seemed like the most reasonable choice. You had met Wanda on campus, and it had taken three weeks of being her friend until you realized she was an Avenger. Shortly after that, Wanda introduced you to the rest of her team. At first, your only interaction with the married couple was them giving you the "shovel talk" when Wanda first introduced you as her girlfriend. However, after working with them as a hacker for SHIELD, they quickly took you under their wing as well.

Smiling slightly at the memory, you opened the passenger door to Natasha's black Corvette Stingray. It took all of three minutes for Wanda to come running out the door, a bottle of apple cinnamon whiskey in hand. She threw the door open and shoved the bottle into your hand before pushing the key into the ignition and gunning it down the street. Your eyes bugged as your fumbled to get your seatbelt fastened. You clutched at your chest as the two of you went 45 in a neighborhood.

"Wanda, what the fuck!" you yelped, gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"I'm sorry, I heard their door open, and I panicked!" She cried, grasping blindly for her seatbelt. The two of you slowed down slightly as you gained distance from the house.

"They're totally going to notice the whiskey's gone, Wan. We're both 19; we can't legally drink yet!"

"Relax, Y/n they won't notice one drink is missing out of a whole cabinet filled with alcohol," Wanda reasoned, turning onto a gravel road.

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, "How many times do I have to point out that Nat is the world's top assassin and Carol was trained by both the US military and the Kree?"

"I promise it will be worth it," Wanda insisted, grabbing your hand from across the middle console. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her hand.

"You're lucky I love you."

Wanda grinned and shot a wink at you, "I know." With that, she pulled off the dirt road and into the middle of a grassy clearing. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached down to grab the whiskey, which had rolled under the seat during your escape out of the neighborhood. Wanda stepped out of the car and went around the back to grab a large black and red checkered blanket. You followed her as she smoothed out the blanket atop the grass and pointed up at the sky. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw streaks of light blaze across the sky.

"I didn't know there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," you whispered, eyes never leaving the sky. Wanda grinned and unscrewed the bottle. She took a hearty drink from it and passed it over to you.

"I was hoping to surprise you," she explained, laying down on the blanket.

You followed suit and took a large drink of your own. "Why did we need alcohol for this, exactly?"

The corner of Wanda's lips quirked upward as she turned her head to look at you. "Make it a bit more...colorful, I suppose. I considered whether edibles would be better, but Nat and Carol would definitely skin us alive when they found out about that."

You giggled; the apple cinnamon whiskey had settled in your stomach, warming your body against the early morning breeze. Your head felt fuzzier as you leaned over to place a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "This is perfect, Wan. Thank you." Wanda placed a cinnamon-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth. "How much do you want to bet Wanda and Carol are waiting by the door for us right now?"

Your girlfriend let out a drunken laugh and set the now half-empty bottle aside. "10 dollars that they left the house to find us."

"You're on." The two of you dissolved into hysterical giggles that lasted so long your stomach started to cramp. The blazes of white-hot light lit up the sky as your vision turned blissfully hazy. Clumsily, you crawled towards Wanda and placed your head atop her stomach. "Mmm, you're warm," you hummed, a goofy smile cracking through your lips. The witch placed her hands against the side of your head and started stroking them through the locks of your hair.

Just as your eyes started to slip shut at the attention, your felt her hands halt. "Y/n?" You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response. "How're we gonna get home?" Her voice was slurred and thick with her Sokovian accent.

Your eyes snapped open, and you shot up. "Shit, we can walk, maybe?" Wanda gave you a blank look in response as she gestured to the expanse of nothingness around you. You sighed, "We have to call Carol and Nat."

Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her chipped black nails scrubbed at her eyes and cheeks, leaving red lines all over her face. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we can't drive Wanda, and by the time we're sober enough, it'll be nearly 7:30!"

"They're going to kill us," she complained, burying her face in her hoodie. "Just get it over with."

You fished your phone from your pant pocket and hesitantly pressed Natasha's contact. The phone barely got through with its first ring before the older woman picked up.

"Where the hell did you two go?" her raspy voice was nearly brimming with anger. You almost dropped your phone at the venom lacing her words.

" 'M sorry, 'Tasha," you winced at the heavy slur in your words before continuing. "We thought it'd be fun."

You heard someone grab the phone, "Are you two drunk?" Carol demanded.

"No..." you trailed off pathetically. Wanda glared at you and lightly kicked your foot.

"Y/n try to say Natasha's full name, right now," you straightened slightly at Carol's military voice.

"N'tasha 'Manoff," your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you attempted to form the words. "...Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Where are you? We're coming to get you," Nat insisted. You heard footsteps from the other end of the line and someone pulling the hallway closet open.

"Wan, where are we?" you asked, glancing around the fields of overgrown grass and wheat.

Wanda winced and bit the tip of her finger, "Uhhh.."

"You don't know?" Natasha and Carol shouted. Wanda pursed her lips and looked down at her lap.

"I didn't have a specific route planned out beforehand," she admitted.

"Turn the location tracker in your phone settings on," Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you both grumbled in unison, feeling akin to a scolded child.

"When we get there, you two better hope you have a better excuse than the ones we heard over the phone," Carol warned.

"You took my Corvette?" Natasha complained.

"It was either that or Carol's truck, and Wanda isn't used to driving stick yet," you insisted. "Her car's still in the shop from last month." A speeding car had rear-ended Wanda's car on the highway.

We will talk about this when we get there, do not touch the Corvette any more than you already have," with that, Natasha hung up.

"Well, apple cinnamon whiskey isn't a terrible last meal," you reasoned as Wanda folded the blanket and set it in the backseat.

"Y/n, we haven't eaten since dinner time. Whiskey is hardly a meal," Wanda grumbled, shutting the door.

"Babe, I'm trying to be optimistic."

"Captain Marvel and Black Widow are on their way to kick our asses into the moon," Wanda replied, leaning back against the Corvette. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder. "Sorry this night was a bust," she mumbled, eyes staring down at her boots dejectedly.

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. "This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, Wanda. Thank you." Wanda grinned sheepishly and buried her face in your shoulder.

A few dreadful minutes later, you saw the headlights of Carol's truck speed down the gravel road. The truck lurched to a stop as the two superheroes jumped out of the car.

"Are you two alright?" Natasha demanded, half-running to the two of you.

"We're fine, I can protect myself, and Y/n was with me the whole time," Wanda reasoned. "We went out to watch a meteor shower, not go clubbing.

"I can protect myself just fine," you whined.

Carol raised an eyebrow, "Your hands were built for hacking and reading, not punching." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Wanda offered you a sympathetic smile but did not say anything to counter the older woman's claim. Rude.

"Wanda, get in the Corvette, Y/n get your ass in the truck," Natasha ordered. She was wearing a black leather jacket over her red silk pajama set. Carol was in basketball shorts and a tank top with a brown leather bomber jacket pulled over it. You quickly shuffled over to the truck and slid in.

Your foot nervously tapped against the floor of the car as you watched Carol grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and made her way over to the truck. Shutting the door, she set the bottle of whiskey on the open seat between you two and turned the keys in the ignition. As the pickup truck rumbled to life, she turned to face you. "Kid, you two nearly downed that bottle in a single night. What were you thinking?" You burrowed further into Wanda's sweatshirt as if to protect from her stern gaze.

"You're really mad at us, huh?" you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

Carol sighed and followed behind Natasha down the road, "You scared the shit out of us, kid. We didn't know where you had gone, why you left, plus it's nearly pitch black out here."

"But, we're adults just like you and Nat," you insisted weakly.

"You're still teenagers; we're in our 30's. Millions of things could have gone wrong; some creep could have taken you before Wanda could get to you, you could have crashed had you chosen to drive home, your phones could have died, or you could have gotten lost."

You shrunk further into your sweater, "Sorry..."

Carol sighed and looked over at you as she turned into the neighborhood. "Listen, kid. We really care about you two a lot. Nat and I have to resist the urge to duct tape you to the kitchen chairs to keep you two from leaving for missions. We know you can take care of yourselves, but a heads up in the future would be nice, and also more reasonable hours for your plans."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, that seems fair."

Carol smiled and pulled into the driveway. Natasha and Wanda were waiting on the doorstep when you two got out. The latter looked thoroughly chastised as she burrowed her mouth and nose into her hoodie. When the four of you got inside, Natasha sighed and checked the clock on her phone.

"Well, we might as well watch a movie or something since it's nearly sunrise." You and Wanda settled on the couch, with Natasha to your left and Carol to Wanda's right acting as bookends. The assassin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You saw Wanda lay her head in Carol's lap as the older woman pulled up Netflix. Natasha was idly threading her fingers through your hair, causing your already drunk and lethargic mind to grow hazier. Your eyes started to slip shut as you felt yourself being guided to lay your head in Nat's lap. You jerked slightly, attempting to fight the drowsiness from taking hold. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to sit up. However, the battle for consciousness was quickly lost when Nat started using her nails to gently massage your scalp.

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"Carol," the assassin whispered to her wife. The blonde stopped her search for a good movie as she glanced over at Natasha.

"What is-" her question was quickly cut off by her wife quietly shushing her. Nat gestured down to the younger women currently lying in each of their laps. Carol glanced down to find Wanda's face hidden against the sleeve of her hoodie as she let out soft snores.

"Well, guess the movie idea's a bust," she whispered.

Natasha nodded, "You grab Wan, and I'll get Y/n."

Carefully, the heroes scooped the younger women into their arms and carried them to your shared bedroom. Natasha gently set you onto the bed beside your girlfriend and pulled the blanket- which was lying on the floor for whatever reason - to cover the two of you. Ever so cautiously, the couple crept out of the room.

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[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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