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yoosungisbabie · 7 months

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right there - day five

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: words of affirmation

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, Jumin is drunk ♡

word count: 2,764

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“Me? Would you like me to talk?” she guessed, blinking quickly as she waited for his answer. “No,” he replied simply, leaning down to press a short kiss to the inside of her wrist. Her whole body felt hot, a non-verbal sputter coming from her lips in shock. “I would like to talk about you."

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“He’s asking for you.”

“Me?” she asked in disbelief, standing from her couch and looking around momentarily in panic. Eventually, she gathered her thoughts and rushed over to the door.

“I was also surprised,” V laughed. She heard clattering in the background of the call, her eyebrows furrowing on her forehead as she felt her head fill with questions.

“Is he okay?” was the first thing she asked, shoving her shoes on her feet and grabbing her coat.

“I think he’d had about two and a half bottles of wine before he called me,” he replied, sighing quietly. She could tell how worried he was, even though they had only spoken in person a handful of times. She was just as concerned, rushing down the hallway and pressing the button to call the elevator repeatedly.

“Jumin, she’s on her way,” V said, slightly raising his voice. She pressed her phone closer to her ear to listen, unable to make out what Jumin said in reply.

“Yes, I’ll send someone to pick her up,” V laughed, his voice getting distant as she guessed he’d pulled his phone away to text someone.

Stepping into the elevator, she chewed on her bottom lip anxiously. Jumin and her had only met a few times; the first time at the first RFA party she’d worked at and the second at an RFA meeting they’d held a month or so ago. Her mind felt hot as it worked into overtime, trying to think of why he would want to see her of all people. His best friend was already there, so why did he need her as well?

It wasn’t as if she felt put out by the request; she would do anything for her friends. But that begged the question if she still considered Jumin as just a friend. It was hard to deny that she was attracted to him. How could she not be? He was the perfect gentleman, and when he smiled at her, she felt as if the world had stopped spinning altogether. These uninvited feelings are what pulled her off her couch so quickly, and they kept her pacing in the lobby as the driver V had sent made their way to her.

On the way there, it began to snow harder, and she had started to assume the worst as to why Jumin had decided to down so much wine in one sitting. Her stomach had bottomed out with worry, and she felt another jolt of anxiety as V’s called ID popped up on her phone just as she arrived at Jumin’s apartment building.

“Hello?” she asked, hearing a rustling followed by a deep hum. She immediately knew that Jumin was on the other end of the phone, her eyes being drawn up towards the top of the building as she entered and was greeted by security.

“MC, it’s me,” he breathed. She could immediately hear the difference in his voice, a small smile stretching on her lips as she stepped into the elevator. She wasn’t enjoying his self-destruction in the slightest, but his deep, husky voice was something she couldn’t complain about.

“Hello, Jumin. Are you alright?” she gently asked, watching the elevator ascend slower than she would have liked.

“Not in the slightest. I would like to see you,” he said sternly, making her bite down on her tongue before almost laughing.

“I’m in the elevator, Jumin. I’ll be there in less than two minutes,” she responded, tapping her foot in anticipation.

“My elevator? The elevator to my penthouse?” he asked, making her smile at just how out of it he seemed even though he was still speaking so politely.

“Yes. I’m almost there,” she smiled, eyeing the security guard beside her as the elevator settled at the top floor.

“Perfect,” Jumin said before promptly hanging up, making her do a double take at her phone before forgetting about that and stepping through the doors.

“Mr. Han,” she heard down the hallway, seeing the grand door to his apartment open and Jumin step out. His eyes searched the hall until he saw her, his path clear before V stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Why are you restraining me?” he wondered, frowning at his best friend.

“It would be better for you two to talk inside,” V explained, smiling sheepishly at the security guards as their expressions ranged from clueless to amused.

“It hardly matters where–”

“Jumin,” she called, approaching them and seeing Jumin’s face soften.

“There you are,” he sighed, immediately reaching for her. She offered a hand, watching as he took it with both of his and seemed to lose some of the tension in his shoulders.

“I’m here. Should we go inside?” she asked, ignoring how her heart was barely stuttering by and focusing on escaping the eyes of the crowd of security guards.

“Yes. Yes, that’s a wonderful idea. The best idea I’ve ever heard,” he nodded, blinking slowly at her as he shot V a look and moved to walk past him, one of his hands still tightly wrapped around hers. She gave V a weak smile, hearing him say a few things to the guards as he closed the door behind them.

“Thank you for coming,” Jumin spoke, bringing her attention back to him as they moved further into his extravagant penthouse. She looked around, stumbling a little when they moved onto the plush carpet encompassing the living area.

“I don’t mind,” she started, watching Jumin gesture for her to sit. She obliged, his hand still holding hers as he unsteadily lowered himself beside her. His legs were pointed towards her, a tired smile settling on his lips. She rubbed his hand a little to soothe both him and herself, drawing his eyes to where their hands had landed on the couch.

“Can I get you anything, MC?” V asked from behind her, startling her slightly and making Jumin tense.

“Uh, tea? Tea would be nice. I think Jumin needs a minute,” she said, turning to talk to him and giving him a knowing look. V nodded, hooking a thumb towards the kitchen to let her know where he would be.

Turning back to Jumin, who had started running the pad of his thumb along the backs of her fingers, she cleared her throat.

“Jumin, is everything alright?” she wondered softly, watching his movements pause.

“If you’re asking about why I have consumed so much alcohol, I would rather not talk about it,” he muttered, making her heart fall at just how disappointed he sounded. Pressing her lips together, she reconsidered her approach.

“Is there anything you would like to talk about?” she continued, feeling goosebumps run up her arms as he turned her hand over, pulling it onto his thigh and beginning to trace the lines on her palm.

“You,” he whispered, her eyes shooting to his in surprise.

“Me? Would you like me to talk?” she guessed, blinking quickly as she waited for his answer.

“No,” he replied simply, leaning down to press a short kiss to the inside of her wrist. Her whole body felt hot, a non-verbal sputter coming from her lips in shock.

“I would like to talk about you,” he clarified, her whole body rigid as he pulled back and met her eyes.

“About me?” she repeated, her words choppy and hoarse. What was going on? Where had this come from?

“Indeed. Everything about you is so inviting,” he started, spreading her hand open so that he could press his hand against hers. He evaluated the size difference, humming thoughtfully as he released her hand. When she didn’t move it, still frozen, he placed it back in her lap, smiling warmly.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think there is any chance I won’t become completely enamored with you. I might already be at that stage,” he continued, making her eyes widen at the gravity of his words.

“Did I say unfortunately? If I’m honest, I feel that it’s anything but unfortunate,” he mused, looking down at his lap. She was torn between feeling over the moon and feeling guilty. She didn’t know if he truly wanted her to hear this. Should she plug her ears? Ask him to stop?

“You do?” was all that came out, her lips pressing together again as she stared at him. He nodded once, meeting her eyes briefly before looking away again and sighing.

“A part of me wishes I didn’t feel this way, but I cannot help the fact that I do,” he began again, making her tilt her head as she quietly waited for him to continue. “Every past experience has warned me against this, but everything about you makes me want to say yes.” She swallowed thickly, watching him fiddle with his cufflinks as his mind worked on gathering his thoughts.

“And you’ve given us no reason to distrust you,” he continued, finally meeting her eyes and catching her off guard with the adoration she found there. He sighed, his eyebrows drawing together as he looked her over.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and she swore that was the nail in her coffin. She was in just as deep as he seemed to be, pressing a hand over her mouth as she felt her ears begin to burn at the tips.

“I vowed not to be swayed by looks like my father,” he murmured, a deep-set frown moving over his lips before he closed his eyes and shook his head. “But I don’t believe that was what drew me to you, even though it is a true statement. You are very pleasing to look at, which makes me appreciate you all the more.” She stared at him, seeing the drunkenness manifesting in his cheeks as a slight blush, his eyes sparkling and his jaw more slack than usual.

“Jumin,” she breathed, restraining herself from giving in and listening to anything he had to say. “I don’t know if you should be telling me this,” she said, watching his eyebrows twitch downwards.

“I have wanted to tell you this for many months now,” he said, his response catching her off guard.

“Really?” she said before she could stop herself, watching him break into a smile again. He held out his hand, and she hesitantly reached out, watching as he held it carefully in his own.

“During our most recent RFA meeting, you told us about your thoughts for the next party,” he reminded her, and she nodded, happy to think about anything but the way he was looking at her.

“Right, I, uh,” she started, clearing her throat. “I told everyone that I wanted to change a few things for our next party and see how it went.” Jumin nodded enthusiastically.

“It was right then,” he smiled, and she stared at him. “It was at that moment that I knew I felt more for you than I had ever felt for anyone before,” he explained, making her press her lips together to stop her heart from landing in his hands. She blinked at him in shock, trying to find words but coming up short. He held her gaze for a moment, his grip on her hand tightening by a fraction.

“I am resigned to the fact that you do not feel the same, and that is not something that needs to be changed,” he went on, making her heart stick in her throat as it slightly broke. His expression was one she would never want to be responsible for putting on his face.

“It will be painful, but—”

“No, Jumin. No,” she said quickly and maybe a little too forcefully. He blinked at her, searching her eyes before continuing.

“It’s alright, I assure you,” he reiterated, making her grip his hand tightly.

“No, Jumin! I…well, I feel the same way. About you, I mean,” she got out, hoping she didn’t look as scared as she felt. She never thought in a million years that these words would be coming out of her mouth, especially not to him.

Jumin’s face melted into a dark expression, one she wasn’t familiar with.

“What?” he choked out, unwavering in the way he was keeping her gaze. She panicked, ready to take back what she’d said but stupidly running headfirst in the opposite direction.

“I really, really like you, Jumin,” she barely managed to say, feeling both of them grip each other’s hand tighter, perhaps subconsciously. He continued staring at her, and even though his expression could make someone cry, she decided to keep going, hoping it would help him feel better if she explained a little.

“You are wonderful, Jumin,” she began, seeing the tension in his shoulders remain stiff. “Even though others have a hard time seeing it, you’re incredibly kind. You’re thoughtful and considerate, I just think that you don’t have a chance to show people very often. You’re so smart and also very funny when you want to be,” she said, unable to help the smile growing on her lips. She hadn’t noticed how his expression had dissolved, his shoulders dropping as she looked past him in deep thought.

“You’re just such a lovely person, and I wish people were able to see that–Jumin?” She stopped, looking down as he reached forward with both hands and gently gripped her upper arms. Finally meeting his eyes, she found that he was affected by what she’d said, his eyes sparkling and his smile wide.

“Can I hug you?” he asked, making her stomach leap in her abdomen.

“I-yes? Of course,” she said through a nervous laugh, leaning forward as he pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his middle, feeling his hands slip across her back as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Jumin seemed to deflate against her, taking a broken breath before releasing it slowly and moving closer to her.

She closed her eyes, settling into his warmth and wishing they could stay like this for a little while.

“I hope you know how much your words mean to me.” She blinked her eyes open, glancing at the collar of his shirt as he began tracing small circles into her back. “For someone to see even a glimpse of the real me and not run…” He trailed off, his hands stopping as she sighed sadly.

“Every part of you is beautiful, Jumin,” she whispered in reply, feeling him laugh through his nose more than she heard it.

“I apologize. I understand that I am drunk and not myself at the moment, but I just thought about kissing you,” he said suddenly, making her eyes widen as her hands tensed into fists against his back. “But that can wait until I am of right mind and you give me your permission.” Knowing he was right, she chided herself for the disappointment that rang through her.

“Wait,” he muttered, placing his hands on her waist and pushing back from her. He remained close, glancing down at his lap in thought as she felt her heart running marathons in her chest.

“Am I too inebriated that I won’t recall this in the morning? I think that would be the worst possible outcome,” he said softly, his eyes widening in worry. She blinked at him and then smiled brightly, placing a hand on his cheek and feeling the warmth underneath his skin. He blinked rapidly, looking up at her in muted surprise.

“If you forget, I’ll remind you,” she smiled, seeing him place his hand over hers. He pursed his lips in thought, his eyes not leaving hers.

“I might not believe you,” he pointed out, making her snicker a little and consider it.

“If it takes a million retellings, I’ll make sure you believe me,” she rephrased, slowly taking her hand away as he began to unintentionally lean toward her.

“It’s a deal,” he smiled, laughing hoarsely and placing a hand on her knee. She held back a bigger smile, seeing him look down at where he’d set his hand with tired eyes.

“How about we get you some water?” she offered after taking a moment to admire him. She would have never thought that a late-night call would end like this, but she was hardly complaining.

“Yes, my love,” he replied quickly, making her gape at him and watch as he stood, waiting for her to join him. She shook her head in disbelief, standing to meet him and taking the hand he was offering her as she desperately tried not to show how much those two words had completely ruined her.

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thank you all so much for reading! every single reblog and comment makes my day!! i hope you know that <3

tomorrow is the last day, so stay tuned for that! thanks again!

Mel x

#my writing #mystic messenger #jumin #jumin han #mysme #han jumin #juminweek2023 #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger fanfic #jumin week 2023 #jujuw23 #jujuw23d5 #help hes the sweetest #i really enjoyed writing this one #i love him so much

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pavlovleowrites · 8 months

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From @jegulus-microfic prompt August 28th, Injury (963 words; nsfw, explicit sexual content, violence, mention of blood, mcd)

The champions awoke under the stars, aware that they had only one more hour concealed by the precious night sky. They touched each other uncertainly, their skins marked with scars and bruises from the last three days of fighting. Under the pressure of a thumb, the cut on Regulus' thigh reopened, and blood coated James' hand as his mouth swallowed the other man. Pain and pleasure, neither existing without the other.

The exquisite sound that escaped Regulus’ throat was vocal proof they were still alive. James held him in his arms, using the blood on his fingers to caress around the other man’s entrance, feeling the rim tighten against the breach of his index.

Regulus moaned, and James put his hand in his mouth, expecting him to taste himself, but instead, Regulus bit down on his thumb, sharp canines tearing the skin. "I need you, all of you," he whispered, a confession that stoked the fire burning inside James’ chest.

What could he do but comply as he pumped himself a couple of times, their bodies now marred with the dark stains.

Under the stars they were alives and only belonged to each other, marking each other desperately, hoping the stains would work as protection against the duties that awaited them.

As James got deeper and deeper into Regulus body, he couldn’t help but feel a shiver of apprehension run down his spine. He hoped to bury himself deep enough to ignore it.

Soon they breath synched and the sounds of skin against skin got louder as they grabbed and held each other so tightly they left bruises in the shape of their affections.

Soon after they came, blood, sweat and cum mixing between them, Regulus had to leave. With one last kiss and one last look, he left James' tent and crossed the battlefield to his own garnison.

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Hours later, Regulus realized he had been too confident in expecting James to simply ignore him and run the other way when they encountered each other on the battlefield. But being a god’s champion was their calling, and neither of them could escape the impending fight.

When the battle had begun, the sun had barely peeked through the horizon, the sky covered in hues of pink, orange, and blue. As the day progressed, their soldiers cut and killed through armor and flesh, the clashing of weapons and the smell of copper heavy in the air, the ally had turned as red as the earth.

It was not their war, but they had been chosen nonetheless, their destiny tied to the rising sun and to the whims of beings that played chess with their lives. They had been given golden shields and blessed swords, carved with the story of their patrons wrath. It was a tale as old as time, gods loved and fought and killed, nothing but blood could satiate their need. A Lion that defended its people, a Serpent that always wanted more. A battle of power, neither one of them proving they were stronger than the other.

As the battle cry had been replaced by painful moans and women’s wailing, Regulus and James came face to face. Regulus' brow had been hit, half his face maculated with blood, vision red, he could taste it in his mouth, not all of it his own. James, the ever strong and tall James, protector of the defenseless, righter of wrongs, his armor still shining through the mud and bits of flesh covering it.

He had lost his helmet, brown curls clinging to his sweaty face. He didn’t look any less like the Hero of the Songs.

Regulus knew the fate of the Villain in those, so he threw his shield on the ground, among the clutter of dead bodies and maimed soldiers, lifting his own sword high. The sun was still too high, but he had made his choice. For James, his hero, it was an easy one.

James didn’t run, he didn’t scream, but his eyes held a deep sorrow as their weapons clashed, the sound loud on the battlefield, resonating high against the mountains witnessing them.

Around them everything seemed to come to a halt, the humans and gods alike holding their breath as the lovers met in their last embrace.

Regulus quickly dodged blows, but James' strength was no match as he overpowered the younger man. Regulus gave his all, owing it to James, but as the sun finally set, and the golden man's sword cut through his stomach, he wished he could have given more.

He had failed his god, and James would be celebrated as the Hero that vanquished the Great Serpent.

Only a handful would remember the way the man had turned into a boy again, his knees falling to the ground as he held the body of his opponent, hands covered in his blood whispering in his ear that it was over, you can go my love, I free you, you can go but please, please don’t leave me.

James would kiss Regulus, again and again, his tears moving even the oldest stone around them. No god could hear them with stars shining above them now, but the Earth had its own magic, and for it could not bring the dead back from such a fatal injury, it could still give the young general a place of rest.

And where guts and tears, and declarations of love had been spilled, a tree like no other would grow.

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Years later, a house would be built around this tree, and the most magnificent fruits would grow from it, but only ever an old hermit, rumored to be a long lost hero of olds, would get to enjoy their sweet but bitter taste, forever a last kiss left on the mouth.

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic #my fic tag #i really enjoyed writing this one #maybe i’ll expand about this universe

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penultimatestalematewithdeath · 1 year

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The first time Lucy had touched his face – honestly, calmly, and with intent – he had flinched away.

Alternatively, three times Lucy touches Lockwood’s face (and one time she does more).

#lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #locklyle #ao3 #I really enjoyed writing this one #Lockwood's pov is so fun

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honeyteawrites · 2 years

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Languages of Teyvat: those lost to time

we know that other languages exist besides Teyvat’s global language, here’s headcanons about the ancient ones that were forgotten by most

Zhongli fondly remembers the sweet tone of Guizhong’s voice. The dialect that she spoke is now long forgotten, but the melodies of the songs that she sang still remain. Every time someone plays a familiar tune, Zhongli is brought back to the times when Guizhong would braid his hair, humming her favorite songs as she wove flowers into his dark locks.

The Travelers have traveled across worlds and heard many languages, but they’ll never forget their mother tongue. They may just be the last two people keeping it alive.

One of Albedo’s earliest memories is Rhinedottir laughing in delight and relief when he was born. His eyesight was blurry at first, but he could make out notes scribbled on the walls and in books sprawled across Rhinedottir’s workshop. The same ancient writing can be found nestled within the snowy mountains of Dragonspine, on the rocks deep within the Chasm, and within other corners of Teyvat.

Diluc can recall when Kaeya still spoke in his first language. Crepus traveled across Tevyat to find someone who could understand his newly adopted son to no avail. His language was a mystery. Kaeya eventually learned Mondstadt’s vernacular, but he holds onto memories of that language lost to time. He wishes that he could truly remember the warmth that he felt when his parents always called him for dinner, but those last, icy words from his father pierce him the most.

#genshin impact #the traveler #lumine #aether #zhongli #albedo #kaeya alberich #kaeya ragnvindr #kaeya #genshin impact headcanons #headcanons #i really enjoyed writing this one #honeyteawrites

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aro-of-artemis · 1 year

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hiiii im back with another tanthamore fic:

your braids like a pattern (love you to the moon and to saturn)

What’re you thinking about?” Kit whispered. “The stars,” Jade offered. She turned her face to Kit. “You.” She breathed deeply. “My family.”

their past, present and future: a moment from childhood, their return to tir asleen

Read on AO3

#hi hello if youre looking for a heaping portion of yearning and a desire to be held youve come to the right place #willow #willow tv #willow fic #tanthamore #tanthamore fic #kit #jade #mine #my fic #i really enjoyed writing this one

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bad-surprise · 1 year

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but i thought you might

chapter 9: do no harm

haladriel modern au | rape/non-con | E | 25k | 9/?

#i really enjoyed writing this one #bitym #my fics #haladriel #otp: bind yourself to me #haladriel modern au #haladriel fic #haladriel fics #saurondriel #saurondriel modern au #saurondriel fic #saurondriel fics #rings of power #rings of power fic #rings of power fics #rings of power fanfiction #galadriel x sauron fic #galadriel x halbrand fic

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bratphilia · 6 months

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hi angel!!! ummmmmm……..

could you possiblg write some big age gap, lap riding and kissing + teasing with steve raglan/mathew lillard william? asking for a friend..

hi my love!! here you go! ♡

#asks #i really enjoyed writing this one

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illiana-mystery · 1 year

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The first part of my two-parter Mississippi Burning fic is finally up! Read the summary below for more information:

Although sheltered in his small Midwest town on his family farm, Alan was always aware of the evils of the world. But instead of just taking it at face value, he wanted to make a difference and stop said evils. So when he was old enough, he left his life behind and moved to Hollow Creek, Virginia to train to be an FBI agent during the infancy of the Civil Rights movement in the late 50s. Six years later, he finally gets his chance to make a difference when he agrees to take on the case of the missing Civil Rights activists in Jessup County, Mississippi. However, his common-law wife Janie tries to stop him from going. She knows how much he's gonna be affected by the racism of that area due in part to her family being from there. He still goes, but is critically affected by everything he sees. But Janie, being the loving wife that she is, does her best to comfort him and keep him level-headed. This fic takes place after the ending of the movie and is all about the aftermath of Alan's psyche and Janie's kindness and compassion towards her broken husband.

Taglist: @emilynightshade89, @eclecticwildflowers, @dreamlikedesires, and @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

Let me know if you would like to be in future taglists. 😉

⚠️ TW: racism, use of outdated terms for black people

#i really enjoyed writing this one #i think alan deserved a happier ending #also i want to delve into his obvious mental struggle with all that was going on #alan ward #mississippi burning #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #willem dafoe

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farming-for-affection · 2 years

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The Luau

Stardew Valley WriteTober Day 10 (Prompt List)

The Luau used to be one of Marnie's favorite festivals: the beach, the hot sun, and the cold punch were the essence of a good time. But then came the anchovy incident and Marnie never got to enjoy another Luau.

It had been at the request of Mayor Lewis. Lewis - who right now was standing in the shade with a coconut drink in his hand - had implored her to prevent another disaster. He'd been wracked with anxiety after two dozen anchovy heads had floated to the top of the soup just as the governor was taking a bite, their eyeballs boiled right out of their sockets. No one had wanted to touch the 50-quarts of soup they had already prepared, and the whole pot had been wasted. Marnie - who had only just realized she wanted more from Lewis than to simply share his bed - had caved at his anxious ramblings and agreed to soup duty.

That, of course, had been three years ago - and she'd been on soup duty ever since. Unable to let her hair down and dance a little because she had to stay near the soup. Unable to drink a little because she had to have a clear mind to protect the soup. Unable to hold Lewis's hand in public because she had to uphold the integrity of the soup. The SOUP! She didn't even like soup! Who wanted boiling hot soup at noon on the hottest day of the year? The governor, apparently, and that alone was enough to ensure Marnie would never vote for the man again.

But this wasn’t about the governor. This wasn’t even about Lewis. This was about Marnie, and her time was long overdue. After ensuring everyone had placed something in the pot, Marnie took her time stirring it, making sure bits of fat didn’t burn to the bottom. The size of the vat meant the heating was irregular at best, and she worked up a sweat moving all that liquid around. On the hottest day of the year. When everyone else was enjoying themselves.

When she finally felt it was finished, she dropped in her own contribution and signaled to Lewis the soup was ready. Then she walked away, though not too fast. He would know she had done it - but unless he admitted to the town how she had regular access to his undergarments, there was nothing he could do publicly. He would simply have to fume about it, alone, for once.

Marnie smiled at the thought. Then Lewis screamed, disgusted, as his purple shorts rose to the top of the soup. Marnie smiled even wider.

#Stardew Valley #Stardew Valley Fanfiction #sdv Marnie #sdv Lewis #sdv Lucky Purple Shorts #AU in which Marnie gets the purple shorts and her revenge #I really enjoyed writing this one

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kandyrezi · 1 year

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For my darling Krau, a series of Yan questions:

1. Who are your hardest yandere’s to write for and why?

2. What yandere would you be most compatible with and why?

3. What yanderes are your guilty pleasures to write/read about?

4. What’s your favorite yandere scenario?

5. Which yandere do you ship with yourself with? (Different from compatibility question) And self indulgent, who would you ship me with *^*?

Reasons aren’t needed for all of these but I think it’d be interesting if you wanted to elaborate!

!! darling mutual in my inbox with some good mail to deliver~

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1. I know a lot of people would probably say "sweet and soft" characters without a mean bone in their body (like Wadda) trying to twist it into something darker is too difficult, but I like the creativity and the challenge, personally. keeps yandere variety from becoming stale, y'know?

but for myself, I don't like writing reader-insert yandere stuff for characters whom I'm either too overprotective of being shipped with another canon character. in other cases, I don't really like breaking up a canon couple if they're already established right from the start (as opposed to maybe getting together in the middle or the ending). but it's more of a preference, and not really a hard rule for me.

2. Hmmm. maybe Rocma?? if she were a yandere, any overprotective tendencies would ramp up to the max; she wouldn't berate me (not too harshly, at least) if I couldn't fight back against any potential predators on the iceberg isle (humans too soft n fragile), doubly so for having a more benevolent personality. she is strong and naturally protective of those whom are more defenseless. (unless ur a man lol) behind closed doors, she's less smothering where she knows I would be safe with her in her home.

3. I feel no guilt over anything lol. (well, maybe some things but i keep them to myself) I think maybe yanderes or 'dark' characters whose fandom/community is pretty much nonexistent may be a guilty pleasure? it feels awkward writing my niche for something that has literally 0 fics. :^)

something, say, an obscure indie game like 'Buddy Simulator 1984' where the computer program (Buddy) is canonically already a platonic yandere. would love to see some fics expand a little bit on this relationship between the player character (you) and the program... maybe it doesn't want to be 'only' a friend to you that it was programmed to be? imagine it trying to understand something it was never meant to replicate...

4. I'm not sure if I have a 'favorite' as such... I'll just type out a prompt at the top of my head I personally enjoy;

"A high-ranking kommissar in a dystopian state meeting with a partisan/traitor to their ideology, instead of executing them, they're met with a keen interest and taken (unfortunately) as a pet."

5. I don't really self-ship (yandere or otherwise, I prefer fleshed out oc x canon), but if I were to pick... I'd ship myself with RK900, Mirio Togata, Fuyumi Todoroki, Toga Himiko, Annie Leonhardt...

yes i'm a hoe surrounding myself with a harem. :)

hmm. because you're so sweet, i ship you with the most vilest bastards imaginable, like Fumus, Dabi & Overhaul. please stop throwing potatoes at me!!!!! it's a match made in heaven!!! but out of all of these 3, i think, Chisaki would have the most lenient treatment of you. he's got enough self-restraint to be reasonable, so long as you don't act out of line. its tru luv <3

#replies #thank you for sending !#i really enjoyed writing this one

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cass1x1 · 1 year

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[ BENEATH ] for jae/yeol

@kimsgoeun

[ BENEATH ] : sender moves a hand beneath an item of receiver’s clothing to touch their skin.

Don't say anything. That had been Yeol's directive--an irritated, spat-out order when Jae had inevitably said something too far. Well, that wasn't hard. Yeol thought everything Jae did was too far. And, to be fair, Jae thought Yeol was so far up his own asshole that he should've spiraled in on himself like a fucking black hole of annoying.

Annoying, yes, but that didn't deter Jae from wanting to keep prodding at him. The only fun he found in this otherwise boring-as-shit job was riling his ward up. Jae was under no obligation to obey any orders he was given from the other man--Jae's job description started and ended with keep him alive and safe, not happy or respected or any bullshit like that--but what was the fun in continuing to talk. Then, he would simply respond by being exasperated that Jae couldn't shut up.

No, he needed a new way to be a bother. Jae looked the man over. This mid-project, rumpled look was a good one for him: shirt rolled up to the elbow, showing off the forearm; hair mussed from resting his hands in it; tie loosened because it was late. Even Jae had to admit, it was appealing. In fact...

Jae moved quietly--a gift of his, useful in this line of work, yadda yadda--until he was behind him. He leaned over the table, as though he were reading the documents there, resting a hand on Yeol's shoulder. Chan-yeol didn't say anything, though Jae could feel his muscles tense under his fingers. A good start. Slowly, Jae let his hand slide, until he had reached the top button. He flicked it open easily and dipped his hand inside.

"What're you doing?" Chan-yeol snapped, making no attempt at removing Jae's hand. Jae smirked and--with the hand not inside the other man's shirt--mimed zipping his lips. You told me not to say anything, remember, he tried to show with his hands. Yeol rolled his eyes. Jae ran his hand along his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded and his skin seemed to warm under the touch.

When Jae's fingers brushed against the puckered skin of a nipple, that seemed to be the last straw. Yeol batted his hand away, turning in his chair to face him. "Stop that. Stop not talking. Why are you even in here?"

Jae shrugged, and then decided that talking would be more fun. "Can't keep you safe if you're not in arm's reach," he said. A lie, not that it mattered. He felt no remorse for lying, least of all when that flash of anger lit up Yeol's eyes.

#answered #kimsgoeun #otp: jae x chan yeol #ch: jae #o: chan yeol #answered memes #i really enjoyed writing this one

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alexandrarosa · 2 years

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standing in the rain

feels so freeing

it’s like bathing in the tears

of the monster above

and feeding the one

within

#I wrote a poem it does not have to be good #I got wet yesterday cause it was raining heavily #i really enjoyed writing this one #I’m gonna write more get ready #rain #heavy rain #short poem #poem #self written #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #art #classic academia #art academia #light acadamia aesthetic #self made poet

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neptoons1998 · 1 year

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Sugar plum Fairy

youtube

A/N: The nutcracker will always be one of my favorite holiday movies/ tv-shows right along with Charlie brown.

Riri Williams was running late again, you would think being a teacher would make you more responsible in your life, but surprised it hadn’t. The young woman rushed past people in the busy street of Boston. Riri has been a ballet teacher for roughly two years now, granted she was still green between the ears but all the parents seem to like her so far.

Well except for one.

Shuri. Or MJ calls her Riri’s future wife.

“Just

“No that’s not it,”MJ commented before glancing up from her phone, “You have thing for women who look like they

It wasn’t like the woman hated her guts or anything. Riri never got the chance to really talk to the woman in the sharpest tracksuit that Riri has ever seen.

#shuri x riri #riri williams #shuri #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #christmas fanfic #wlw writing #wlw ship #i really enjoyed writing this one #I'm a sucker for kidfic #my writing #writing #fanfic #Youtube

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changinguserting · 2 years

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Izuku always thought the end of the world would be a faster process.

He walks to school, hands on his backpack straps. He listens to music, softly pouring from his headphones, and thinks of arbitrary things like assignments to be completed and dishes to watch.

His eyes, though, never leave the sky.

Alternatively: The world has been ending since before Izuku was born. He might just live to see the end of it.