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odyssean-flower · 12 days

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the winding path of fate chapter 13 sneak peak

(this is the second half of the first part. I want to rewrite the first half. tbh i'm thinking of posting the first part of chapter 13 since it is relatively long. ngl i feel like i put too many events in a single chapter sometimes. will put up a poll tomorrow when i finish the rewrites.)

With the new day and the cozy safety of your room, the events of last night seemed like they happened a lifetime ago. The fear had mostly subsided, leaving mortification and regret in its wake, especially as everyone was acting so considerate towards you. Looking back, you had no idea what you were thinking, and you realized once again just how lucky you had been.

Your ankle’s swelling had gone down considerably the next day, but it still hurt whenever you put even the slightest bit of pressure on it, so you spent most of the day in bed, reading books, drawing, or staring out the window at the gray sky. Your knee didn’t hurt quite as much either, but you still had to change the dressing regularly. You weren’t without company, though, as Marie sat with you in your room often, bringing you food and helping you put away your newly bought clothes in your closet. She had been horrified when you came home last night, injured. “Oh, Madame, you should have asked someone to get me!” she had lamented. “The streets at night are no place for a young lady to walk by herself!”

Marie wasn’t the only visitor to your room. The Melusines, including those who hadn’t gone shopping with you, also came to see you throughout the day. You supposed that Neuvillette told them about you, for they all brought you cakes and other desserts as get-well presents (you also suspected that they also reported back to Neuvillette about your condition, for when you mentioned to one Melusine how you would like to drink some Fonta, your wish was granted by the next Melusine who visited. However, she also heartily recommended that you drink water from Snezhnaya instead, which held a coolness that was good against swelling, and if you wished, you could ask Marie to fetch a bottle of it for you from Monsieur Neuvillette’s personal stash. She also added that you need not hesitate to ask, as he had more than one bottle. Perhaps all Melusines shared his specific tastes in water, but you didn’t quite believe that was the case).

Rhemia and the other Melusines who had been with you yesterday had been the most distressed upon seeing you bedridden. “I’ll stick to you like glue from now on, Madame! No criminal will escape my sights!” Rhemia had declared, and her sisters nodded vigorously in agreement.

“There really is no need for that,” you tried to decline her offer. Privately, you thought that there wasn’t much a Melusine could do against muggers anyways. “The whole incident only happened because I was careless and in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ll be much more careful next time, so I doubt it will happen again. Just because I’m Neuvillette’s wife, it doesn’t mean that I deserve special treatment or anything of the sort. And if he put you up to this, then—”

Rhemia blinked at you in confusion. “But this has nothing to do with Monsieur Neuvillette. Not entirely, anyways.”

“It doesn’t?” Now you were confused.

“Nope! I’d do this for all the people important to me! Oh, but I guess you’re more than that, since you’re married to Monsieur Neuvillette! That would make you our mother, I suppose.”

“Um…” There was the m-word again. You considered correcting Rhemia, but she continued on, seemingly not noticing your discomfort.

“You’re always so kind and patient with us, just like Monsieur Neuvillette. You greet us whenever you see us, and you always ask us about our days and listen to our troubles. Oh, and Madame, you’re such a good teacher too! I’ve gotten so much better at drawing humans thanks to your lessons!” Rhemia turned to her friends. “Am I right?”

Her friends nodded enthusiastically. They began recounting all the times you’ve spent with them.

“I’m glad to hear that you all think of me as your friend,” you said after they finished, a little embarrassed but also pleased. You hadn’t expected them to remember so much about you. But you felt a little guilty as well. At first, you decided to become friendly with the Melusines because everyone knew that Neuvillette treasured them greatly and you wanted to be in his good graces so that he wouldn’t have any reason to kick you out. They had always been the ones to come up to you first, especially in the first few weeks after your marriage, and while you didn’t consider yourself to be a particularly friendly and warm person, even you weren’t heartless enough to be cold to such a cheerful race of creatures.

“It’s not just us! I’m sure all the Melusines in the Court of Fontaine feel the same way. You’re just as important to us as Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“Oh…” Looking at their bright, earnest faces, you didn’t know what to say. Your eyes suddenly became misty. Before this marriage, you hadn’t really given much mind to Melusines. They were just the public servants you would occasionally pass by on the street. But now that you were connected to them through Neuvillette, you were belatedly learning just how wonderful they were.

“Thank you,” you said at last, patting each of them on the head. Your hand still stung a little from last night, but you ignored it. “It means a lot to me that you think so highly of me. Truly. Still, you don’t need to follow me around. If I ever need help, I promise that I will come straight to you. And…I hope that you would all come to the sunflower viewing party we’re holding here next month.”

“Of course, Madame! We wouldn’t miss it for anything!” the Melusines chirped in unison.

By evening, the deluge of visitors had finally ended. You sank into your pillows, feeling exhausted. You weren’t used to having so many people fuss over you. It was unfamiliar territory, one that you weren’t quite sure how to navigate.

Still, as you gazed at the teetering pile of confectionary boxes covered in Melusine stickers on your bedside table and remembered all the get-well wishes you received, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. How did I get so lucky? You wondered. Perhaps even after I leave Neuvillette, we can still be friends…

As you were lost in your thoughts, Marie came into your room again.

“Oh, Madame, I completely forgot to give you this because of everything that happened yesterday. It appears to be from your family.”

Marie handed you an envelope made of thick, creamy paper. You recognized the stationery as the kind used by your father for formal correspondences, and the address written in familiar, flowery cursive on the front was indeed that of your family’s house.

“Ah, that would be from my sister,” you said, tearing the envelope open and taking out the contents. The enveloped contained two cards made of similarly thick paper. They both had an elaborately drawn border of Lumidouce Bells and Rainbow Roses and had an invitation written in the center. This was new.

You are cordially invited

To a celebration

Honoring

Justine’s nineteenth birthday

Semi-formal attire requested (Floral themed outfits are preferred)

P.S. Sister, please tell me if Monsieur Neuvillette has any allergies or requires any accommodations!

“Ugh…” you groaned, putting your palm over your face. “I still haven’t gotten her a present yet!”

That had been the cause of this trouble in the first place, and yet you hadn’t even accomplished your goal in the end.

While we’re on this topic, shouldn’t she have sent the invitations much earlier if she wanted people to RSVP? It’s just like her to do things last minute! And why is she acting like it’s already decided that Neuvillette’s coming?

“Marie, could you please fetch me my pen and paper?” you asked the housekeeper. After you received them, you began to write a reply to tell Justine that while you were coming, Neuvillette definitely wasn’t. But just as you got to that last part, you paused. The idea of the Chief Justice attending a teenage girl’s birthday party all the way out in the countryside was absurd, of course. You tried to picture him sitting at your family’s worn dining table, singing “Happy Birthday” eating the butterscotch cake your housekeeper always made for birthdays, all the while fending off the barrage of questions from your family and friends. I can’t imagine it! It’s just too ridiculous!

It would be better if he didn’t have too much contact with your family, in order to avoid them asking too many questions, and to make the eventual divorce go smoothly.

He rarely even attended the far more glamorous functions of high society, so something like this would be out of the question. His answer would go without asking.

Or would it?

You didn’t really know why you were entertaining the idea. Perhaps being with Neuvillette these past few months had greatly inflated your sense of self-importance—but then again, you thought that the two of you had gotten close enough where asking him wouldn’t be so preposterous. You were friends, and wouldn’t it be ruder to not at least extend an invitation to a friend? Wasn’t the act of asking in itself greatly appreciated?

And…there was a little part of you that would like to show him around your hometown. It was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and all you could see for miles around were fields of wildflowers and mountains—a common sight in Fontaine—but there were a few spots that you had fond memories of. Since Neuvillette showed you his favorite places, it was only right to repay the favor, even if none of your favorite spots were as exciting as the giant willow tree or Merusea Village.

Recent events, including the latest incident, had taught you the folly of making assumptions, even for seemingly inconsequential things like this. Just because you thought

The worst thing he could say is no, you reasoned to yourself. And it’s not the end of the world if he does. Sure, Justine will be disappointed, but everyone knows how busy and reclusive Neuvillette is, so she’ll understand if he declines.

As if on cue, you heard the front door open downstairs. Neuvillette had returned home. After a brief conversation with Marie, the sound of his heels briskly ascending the stairs and heading in the direction of your room until it stopped in front of your door. There was a soft knock.

“Madame, may I come in?”

“Yes,” you called out, and Neuvillette opened the door and stepped inside your room. He was about to close the door behind him, but then he looked at you. A thought seemed to cross his mind, and he left the door ajar.

Um, why is he just standing there? You stared at him, confused when he didn’t take a seat right away. He simply stared at you, his gaze a mix of worry, uncertainty, and something else. For a second, you wondered if he was that caught off guard by your dishevelled appearance that was a result of staying in bed all day. It took you a minute to realize that he was waiting for you to ask him to sit down. Really, this man… I thought we’re past such formalities.

“You can pull up a chair,” you said, nodding towards the cushioned chairs in the center of the room. He complied, clasping his hands in his lap after settling in his seat and leaning towards you slightly. He stared at you intently, as if afraid that you would disappear before his eyes. You squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were wearing only your rumpled nightgown and that you were lying in bed. You surreptitiously pulled your covers up to your chest.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve ever had a man who isn’t my father in my room, you mused, though you were also aware that this wasn’t really the occasion to think about such things. Well, I guess it technically isn’t the first time, since he carried me back here when I fell asleep in his study that one time. First time that I was conscious, then.

Thankfully, Neuvillette broke the silence and (once again) prevented your thoughts from going in strange directions.

“The robbers will be tried in court shortly,” he said. “It will be a short, simple trial, considering the number of witnesses at the scene. I will not be presiding over it, however.”

“I see,” you nodded. “I’m very glad to hear that.”

Despite that, his brow remained creased with worry. “How are you feeling, Madame? Should I take you to the hospital after all?” he asked.

“No, that really won’t be necessary,” you shook your head vigorously. “It’s only a bad sprain. I’ll probably be able to walk again tomorrow.”

“It is highly unwise to rush your recovery. What will happen if you worsen your injury? The meeting with Furina can be postponed—”

“Don’t postpone it,” you said, leaning over to grab his sleeve and stared into his eyes. “The sooner we get this over with, the better. I’ll drag myself up the steps of the Palais if I have to.”

Neuvillette looked like he wanted to argue, but he swallowed back whatever he was going to say. “There’s no need to exert yourself in such a way,” he said at last. “I would be happy to carry you into my office, if you should ask.”

“Carry me into your office, huh?” you leaned back against your pillow with a smile. You sometimes wondered if Neuvillette realized how unintentionally funny he could be. “Wouldn’t that give people the wrong idea?”

“You do have a point. Then, I propose that we arrive at my office early in the morning, before the Palais employees come into work.”

“How about instead of carrying me, I borrow your cane?”

Neuvillette seemed to be pondering your words seriously. “But that would also run into the problem of rousing people’s suspicions. Someone might wonder why my cane is in your possession.”

You turned your head away to smother your laugh.

“It seems that the Melusines have made their visits,” Neuvillette said, looking at the tower of boxes on your bedside table.

“Yes, they were all very sweet. Although, I’m not sure how they expect me to eat all these…” You liked dessert and all, but not to this extent. Perhaps you could bring some of them back home with you to share with your family and friends.

“Clorinde also asked me to pass on her well wishes to you. She was very sorry to hear what happened.”

“I see. Please thank her for me, and tell her not to blame herself for my foolishness.”

“I will do that,” Neuvillette nodded, then was silent for a moment. His solemn gaze as he looked at you made it seem like you were diagnosed with some terminal illness rather than merely spraining your ankle badly and hitting your knee against the ground.

“Neuvillette?” you called out his name in hopes of getting rid of that grave look in his eyes. It made your chest feel heavy.

“Ah, by the way, I consulted with a friend of mine about your injury. She made this drink for you,” Neuvillette brandished a green, ridiculously adorable cup from out of nowhere. It reminded of you of the cups toddlers drank juice out of. “She says that it will help your body recover quicker.”

“A friend of yours?” you repeated, your interest piqued. While Neuvillette would happily talk to you about the Melusines for hours on end and occasionally talk about his (human) acquaintances, you had never heard him call anyone his friend before.

“Yes. She is the head nurse the Fortress of Meropide’s infirmary, and one of the kindest and considerate people I know. I hope the two of you can meet one day.”

“That’s high praise coming from you,” you said, making a mental note of this mysterious friend. “Why don’t we invite her to the sunflower viewing as well?”

“What a wonderful idea. I shall do just that,” he said, then held out the cup to you. “Now, Madame, you should drink this.”

“Alright,” you took a sip of the drink and nearly spat it out. “Bleakness” was the only way to describe the taste. It almost made you want to get out of bed and walk so that the pain could distract you from the torture of your tastebuds. For a heartbeat, you wondered if Neuvillette was trying to poison you. “A-Are you sure this is h-healthy?”

“Of course,” Neuvillette said, looking baffled by your question. “I’ve drank it on numerous occasions, and I’ve always found myself quite refreshed and invigorated afterwards. I asked Sigewinne to make it taste more palatable for you, as I’m aware that her concoctions are not for everyone. She truly hopes it makes you feel better.”

This is palatable? You thought. Did I do something to this Sigewinne person? Whoever she was, she shared the same incomprehensible sense of taste as Neuvillette.

Speaking of Neuvillette, he was looking at you expectantly. Oh Archons, is he expecting me to finish it in front of him? Just as you were trying to come up with an excuse to not drink it, those efforts were dashed by his next words. “Is it not to your liking?” he said quietly. You were vaguely aware that it had started raining outside.

“I…um…” you didn’t know what to say or where to look. You suddenly had the impression that a large puppy was at your bedside, staring at you with sad eyes. Gah, he must be doing this on purpose! Either that, or he must really be fond of that friend of his. “Well, when it comes to medicine, it’s not really a matter of liking it or not liking it, right? A-And since you’ve gone to the trouble of asking your friend to make this for me, it would be rude of me to not drink it, right?” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.

“If you do not like it, then you do not need to force yourself—”

“No, no, I mean, I’ve taken plenty of bitter medicine when I was little, and I survived. This will be no different,” you brought the straw up to your mouth and held your breath. Let’s just get this over quickly, you thought, then emptied the cup in one go. Fortunately, there wasn’t much to drink. However, the lumpy texture was still a struggle to swallow. You felt as though you had just eaten concrete.

“That was…certainly something I’ve never drank before,” you managed, flopping back onto your pillows to recover. You opened a box of lemon tarts and shoved one into your mouth to get rid of the taste. Honestly, you wanted to drink some Fonta instead, but decided that it might be a bit uncouth. Of course, some might say that it was unladylike to eat cake in bed in the first place, but you doubted those people ever had the misfortune of having to drink that so-called “healthy drink.” “Please thank your friend for me.”

Neuvillette nodded, watching you as you ate a second, then a third tart. Lemon wasn’t your favorite flavor, but anything would do right now. YYou offered one to him, but he politely declined. His gaze dropped to the papers in your lap. “…Were you writing a letter to someone?” he asked.

“Oh!” you had almost forgotten about that. “My sister Justine sent us invitations to her birthday party. It’s a bit short notice, but it’s in a few days.”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard you mention it before,” Neuvillette took a pause, as if he had only just taken in the entirety of your words. “Did you say ‘invitations’?”

“Yes,” you nodded. Your hands suddenly felt sweaty. What were you so nervous about? “Since we’re, you know, husband and wife, it’s only natural that invitations would be sent to the both of us. Funny thing is, Justine thinks you’re already coming and has asked me if you require any accommodations, but of course you haven’t given any answer as to whether or not you’ll be attending the party. I-I know that you usually don’t attend public functions, but birthdays parties in our party don’t tend to be very extravagant affairs. It’s usually just a small gathering of close friends and relatives. We can even make everyone sign a contract of confidentiality, if you want. You don’t have to bring any gifts either. I think your presence will be a gift in itself for my sister, haha…”

Oh no, I’m rambling again…why do I keep doing this in front of him? You toyed with the edge of your comforter, suddenly too nervous to look at his expression. Would there be a look of disgust there? Why would there be? Your brain argued back. You haven’t asked anything offensive!

Finally, you dared to sneak a peek. He was staring at your face, as though scrutinizing it for answers to a difficult question.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you said, thinking that he must be trying to find a way to let you down gently.

“…Do you want me to attend?” he said at last.

You hadn’t expected that question. “What do you mean?” you frowned.

“What I mean is…would it please you—would it make you happy if I attended your sister’s party?”

Ah, so the answer is no, then, you thought. That was expected.

“Well, it’s not my party, so my opinion doesn’t matter,” you said slowly. “Justine would like for you to come, but there is no obligation on your part to say yes. If you like, I can make up some excuse about your absence to tell everyone.”

“But your opinion does matter quite a lot to me,” Neuvillette said. He was oddly insistent about this. “I would like to hear what you think.”

“As I said, it’s not my party. It will not affect me one way or another should you choose to come or not,” Realizing that you might be sounding too harsh, you softened your next words. “It’s okay to say no. I’m sure everyone will understand if you can’t come.”

Neuvillette stared at you for a long while, his eyes unreadable. You could hear the rain pounding against your window, and you turned your head to it. The sky was a dark, leaden gray. It’s been raining pretty frequently these days, hasn’t it? You thought distantly.

“Unfortunately, I have a trial to oversee on that day,” he said. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him clench and unclench his fists. You wondered why he didn’t mention the trial earlier. “I do not think it would be wise for me to attend, in any case. It would be a needless distraction.”

“Alright then. I’ll tell my sister you can’t attend,” you said lightly, then turned your attention to your unfinished letter. You picked up your pen and began to write. Focusing your mind on producing the words helped distract from the tumult of emotions within you—emotions that you didn’t know quite what to make of. Was it relief you felt, or disappointment? Relief for what? Disappointment about what? You couldn’t tell at all.

In any case, it’s over and done with, you told yourself firmly, signing the letter with a flourish. Maybe too big of a flourish. I’ll post this first thing in the morning—that is, if I can walk by then.

You glanced up to see Neuvillette still sitting there. He was drinking from his cup, but he was watching you over the rim. You had long gotten used to him studying you like you were some kind of strange specimen, but it was still awkward, especially in this silence. Your room, which had always felt needlessly spacious to you, suddenly felt very small.

Just as you were debating whether or not to fake a sleepy yawn and ask him to leave, he spoke again.

“You haven’t yet bought a birthday present for your sister, yes?”

“That’s right,” you replied, wondering what he was getting at.

“I won’t have any time tomorrow, but I do have an hour or two to spare after our meeting with Furina. We shall go pick out a present together then.”

You gaped at him. “Are you serious?”

“Why would I not be? It is customary for married couples to give presents as a pair, is it not?”

“I…suppose so,” you said. Neuvillette was so hard to grasp sometimes. Sometimes, he was clear as a fresh water spring. Other times, like now, you had the sense that you were staring into the sea, unable to see all the way to its bottom.

“Then it is settled,” he said with a note of satisfaction in his voice, then leaned forward and cupped your cheek. It happened so quickly that you didn’t even have a chance to react. “W-Wha…” was all you could manage to stammer out. There was only a millimeter of space between your faces. Your heart sped up a little when his gaze moved to your lips. His thumb moved to the corner of your lip and brushed against it. It took you a moment to realize that he had flicked off a cake crumb.

“I still have some work to finish, so I’m afraid I’ll have to take my leave now,” he informed you, removing his hand from your cheek. Despite that, you could still feel the smooth silk of his glove and the latent strength in his long fingers. “Please rest and get well soon, Madame.”

You could only nod as you gazed up at him. He stared into your eyes for a moment longer before turning on his heel and leaving your room. It was only when you heard his footsteps recede to the other side of the house that you realized that it was no longer raining.

#neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #my writing #the winding path of fate #is this even slow burn at this point idk #what even is slow burn

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luluia · 3 months

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Promise? Promise. {Part 1}

Pairing: Zoro x Reader

Rating/Content Warning: Pretty much none/the same as my first work. It is fluff so there is nothing you should be warned about besides soft kissing, cursing, and arguing

Summary: You work on the Baratie with your step brother Sanji. But you’re childhood friends and lovers with Zoro

Disclaimer(s): None that I can really think of? There is Cursing but that’s really it, stay safe!!! <3xxx

Early Writing Idea

“I TOLD YOU TO PUT AWAY YOUR LAUNDRY LIKE A RESPONSIBLE ADULT!” You say yelling at the green haired man in front of you

“I’m not going to do something someone told me to do. Especially if it’s you.” He said only making your blood boil more as your fists clenched

“STUPID- STUPID SWORDSMAN!” You said slamming the door he really got on your nerves sometimes.

Story

Flashback

“Zoro do you promise to stay by my side forever?” You said smiling and giggling as you were being sent off to live in a different town

“Of course! I’ll find you dummy! And we’re going to be the best the world has ever seen!” He said raising his bamboo sword I smiled

Back

“Wake up already” You heard the last voice you wanted to hear for the rest of the day

“Shut up” You said covering your ears with your pillow before he started dragging you. Your head banging in the process

“FUCK!” You yelled before he brought me out my room, my head throbbing

“Aren’t you a sunshine in the mornings” Your older brother Sanji said teasing his little sister

“Shut it and make me coffee” You said changing into your waitress clothes

“Just remember you’re just a baker” He teased ruffling my hair before going down to go make some coffee for everyone

Some you wish he would treat you like he treats every other female that waltz’s in. Honestly you’d think that being his step-sister would mean something to him.

You finished getting ready and headed downstairs hearing everyone slowly wake up.

“Alright boneheads get to work we got lots to do” Chef Zeff said as I yawned tying my apron around my waist as Sanji handed me my coffee

“You forgot to do a double knot” He said tying your apron into a double knot for you

“You know maybe if you did a hot and cold act you could have girls actually chase you” You said sipping your coffee

“Vinsmoke siblings get out and take orders” Chef ordered as we went out Sanji hated waiting tables but Zeff would never let him in the kitchen

Me on the other hand? I’m allowed to make our desserts but I chose to wait tables with my brother.

“I already told you I’m not a waiter. What an irresistible beauty you are” You heard Sanji say as you roll your eyes serving customers

“What is the bug doing there waiter!?” I heard a man say as I immediately looked

“Pardon me” I said to the people I was serving to walk over as Sanji humiliated him

“DONT YOU MESS WITH ME WAITERRRRR”

“That’s the fifth time this week! What am I supposed to tell-“ I was about to continue but he interrupted me going on about the importance of food and not wasting it

“Don’t you dare step on my brother!” I said kicking the man’s foot off his hand

“I don’t give a shit if you’re a paying customer no one disrespects my brother like that scum.” You said before Sanji kicked him knocking him out

“I can handle it myself” Sanji said

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes as the chefs came doen the stairs

“Don’t ever waste food around me again. At sea you never provoke your cook you’re signing your own death warrant. Remember that.” Sanji said I scoffed

“Sorry I can’t take you seriously when you do that” You said noticing some people walked into the restaurant

“Good day to you three! Please, take a seat right over there and your order will be taken shortly” you said as they looked at you, you didn’t take a good look at them

“Not again Vinsmoke siblings!” Our pal said as you rolled my eyes as Sanji explained what he did wrong as Marine lieutenant swore he’d shut this place down

“Maybe I should just finish you off now then” Sanji said you sighed as you held him back

“It’s not worth it dumbass! You could get da- Zeff in serious trouble!” You said

Zeff and some kid came down from the ceiling

“Not again“ You sighed rubbing your temples as they started yelling

“Vinsmoke pain in the asses don’t tell me you two went on a Bothe rampage idiots” Zeff said

“Put a cork in it old man” Sanji and you said as he started talking you tapped your foot on the floor as you both earned a slap from Zeff Fullbody earned a kick

“I’m going back to serving these fools” You said as Krieg pirates entered you stole Sanji’s cigarette he went to the kitchen as you followed

“Dumbass you know if Zeff catches you you’re not only getting yourself in trouble but me as well” You said

“Eat it” Sanji said going outside with some food you decided not to get involved.

“Commotions over get back to work brats” you said looking out the window and seeing Sanji and that kid from earlier talking

“Big brother hurry up or I’m taking all the ladies for myself” You said as he stood up

“I decline your offer of being a pirate” Sanji said to the kid

“Sanji? A pirate? Please! I’d love to see him try” You scoffed as you two walked back inside

“LAST ONE TO MAKE IT IS A ROTTEN EGG” You said as you both ran

“Choreboy stop yelling at the customers and get back to work!” You chopped him in the head as you looked at the people he was talking to

“Sanji you get back to work to no swooning again!” You grabbed him by his collar and threw him

“How many times do I have to tell you? Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with someone like you” You said as you felt a pair of eyes stare at you

“What do you want moss head? Your order taken?” You asked sarcastically

“Y/n?” He said you were confused

“Y/n? I’m not sure who that is sorry. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else” You stated as you got a sudden headache

“I’m going back to serving customers” You said walking away but your headache grew

‘I promise’

Promise what? Why does he look familiar? What is going on?

“Hey sis? Are you alright you look pale” Sanji said as I felt dizzy I looked at him

“Zoro”

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Do you guys want a part 2? Also sorry for not posting at all I haven’t had motivation to write or time to.

#anime and manga #one piece #fluff #roronoa zoro #straw hat pirates #x reader #zoro x reader #promises #friends #childhood #anime gif #vinsmoke sanji #siblings #cooking #step siblings #step brothers #romance #part 1

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leggerefiore · 1 year

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Auf Achse

cw: yandere, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), ceo au, sex mentions, dark content, bad workplace environment

pairing: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader

summary: Your nice, cushy job becomes unbearable after your bosses start acting strange.

word count: 2898

It was supposed to be a nice, cushy job.

Being the assistant of two CEOs who were part of Unova's most prominent company seemed like a good idea. Your friend, Elesa, had been entirely helpful, having worked with the company for advertising and becoming friends with the men themselves. She talked you up well, obviously, so you were hired relatively quickly.

It had been enjoyable at first. Keeping track of their schedules, making sure they had food and beverages of their choices, making calls occasionally on their behalf, it was all standard assistant work. You had come to quite enjoy it, truthfully. There were times when you felt stressed out, but almost everything could be managed if you thought on it long enough. Ingo and Emmet had come off a bit intimidating at first. But, you quickly learnt that the older of the two struggled to express himself and the younger was just not the biggest fan of talking.

You figured this would be a good job to ride out until the twins grew tired of you and replaced you with whomever they deemed fit next. Of course, you planned to work to make sure that was at least more than a few years into the future.

But it would never stay that easy.

It started innocently at first. Ingo occasionally making small talk about you with your life or Emmet inquiring about something like your birthday or favourite dessert. Nothing that felt too odd, honestly. Maybe they were bored, or perhaps there was a genuine chance that they had some small interest in you as a person. You had no reason to grow concerned about any of their behaviour.

Then, gifts came. A dessert box laid on your desk. When you opened it, inside laid the exact dish you had told Emmet about. It was strange. You just hoped that he felt that you were doing a wonderful job and wanted to reward you in some small way. A bonus would have been nicer, but you were in no place to complain just yet. The next oddity followed with Ingo's coffee order having a third beverage on it. A hot drink that you had told him you enjoyed. With him, it was easier to assume he was just being courteous. Emmet's gift was an odd reward, and Ingo's own was his way of showing his appreciation. You wanted to believe that.

So you did.

Everything had been normal afterwards, and you had begun to settle down into your position completely. It had been six months since you first took up the job.

Ingo broke the streak first.

“Would you accompany me to a formal dinner?” he asked, face stiff as ever. You turned up to gaze at him in bewilderment. Was it during your shift? You left by seven, usually, so you wondered if it was early in the evening. It was outside of your usual duties, too.

“Er, not to sound rude, sir, but why?” you asked him with a tilt of your head. His eyes were full of some unreadable emotion. Was he embarrassed to go alone? Was Emmet not joining him? It was rare to see the two apart at social events.

“Emmet found himself needing to go to a business meeting abruptly,” Ingo explained, voice deep in timbre and softer than the authoritative tone you had grown used to, “I simply was wishing to fill the empty seat.” Your evening plans mostly revolved around locking yourself in your apartment and watching videos emptily until you felt tired enough to sleep. It was not like it would be something overly consuming.

“... Will I be paid for the time?” you asked him with suspicious glare.

He spoke your name with an odd tone. “I was not inviting you as my assistant but as an acquaintance,” his eyes filled with hurt, “I apologise for the confusion.” You swallowed. It was a bad idea to upset your boss, you knew. Besides, it was not like you were entirely opposed to going. You just did not want to spend your night running around working. “I promise you that there is little you will have to do,” the twin awkwardly adjusted his tie.

“Sure,” you said with an uncertain tone, “... I'm not sure if I have attire befitting the events you go to, though.” One last attempt to have him back out before fully committing mentally was given.

He immediately moved to reassure you, “I'm certain you do, but if you do not, I can easily help you find something.”

The dinner was full of what you could only call modern aristocrats. People spoke about a variety of things over expensive liquor and wine. Meals were things you pondered if you could truly pronounce their names. Ingo did almost all the talking, with what few questions you were asked mostly being your relationship with the twin or your name. It was extremely isolating, honestly. Strangers all around, with the only familiar face always engorged in conversation. The few moments he broke out of his interactions to return to you were a heavy respite.

“I'm deeply apologetic,” Ingo had said when you both got into his car, “... I had no idea that everyone wished to have a word with me. You must have felt so alone.” His gloved hand delicately grasped yours. You felt humiliated, however. Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled your hand away.

“... It's fine,” you managed to say, “I do not think these are events you should invite me to.” Hopefully, this would be a lesson learnt by both you and him. His eyes shifted from something regretful to shocked at your words.

“... I understand your wish,” he nodded, “I should not have used you as empty companionship.” He turned to gaze out the window at the dark streets of Castelia as his car drove you both back to Nimbasa. The rest of the ride was filled with a dreadful silence.

Something with the twins shifted after that.

Both felt friendlier and more familiar with you. It was assumed to be from your period of time employed under them, but their comfort with you felt like much more than just that. Emmet, often standing just close enough to you that he may brush against you or Ingo speaking to you as if he were much closer to you than he truly was. It almost felt too easy to fall into a similar mannerism with them. At times, you caught yourself doing it, but immediately sought to correct that. They were your bosses, not your friends. How long until they used that relationship to have you working well into the night, like they typically did? It was something you refused to succumb to.

Still, they remained like that. Ingo pushed through your stiff answers and conversations with his ability to talk to just about anyone, while Emmet became eager to see you. It was not long until both seemingly were constantly around you during your shifts, giving you not a moment of peace. Politely asking them if they had other things to do did not work. They simply refused to leave you alone.

It was after you had made an error and Ingo corrected it instantly that you became paranoid about the nature of their actions.

Were… Were they trying to find reasons to fire you?

You felt horribly nervous about everything now.

This led to you calling up an old guy friend of yours in desperation to stop thinking about work. Grimsley had his issues, you knew, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was making you forget whatever concerns were on your mind. A bottle of wine and a terrible attempt at blackjack with him led to a long night.

Which made you late for work. This sent you into a full-blown panic about losing your job. Grimsley could only roll over and complain about your loudness so early in the morning before realising you were crying. His pale eyes went wide before he forced himself out from your bed. The offer of a drive from him calmed you down, as you quickly moved through your morning routine. Grimsley had smoke on your balcony as he observed your odd behaviours.

You barely made it to the building in time to clock in. Grimsley had followed you in with a cocked eyebrow. Before you could get in the elevator to head up to your desk, he grasped your wrist. “… Don't tell me you are working for them, are you?” his voice held a subtle hint of vexation, “If you needed a job, I could have found you something better at my casino.” You shook your head.

“I forgot your family is… Well,” you knew he had been cut off for his proclivity for rolling dice, but his history rarely was brought up, “Look, I really like this job. It's nice. Elesa helped me get it.” Partial lies, partial truths. If you could get the twins off your back, you are certain this job would be perfect again. Grimsley's eyes held an ominous look as the elevator dinged behind you.

Out stepped Emmet, who shifted into a stunned expression at you and Grimsley. Both of you were quite close, Grimsley's hand still holding your wrist. His face then morphed into a sinister grin with lidded eyes. “Oh. You,” his voice was void of any tone, “I thought you had been cut off.” A scoff came from the dark-haired man. You were released from his grasp as he placed a hand on his pocket.

“You were always a weird one,” Grimsley shook his head and turned away from you both. Before he exited the building, he gave one last look at you. “I never told you,” his words were directed at you, “There's a hickey on your neck.” With that said, he was gone. Your face bloomed with heat as you tried to shift your collar up to hide it. Emmet called your name, snapping your attention to him.

“… Are you dating him?” his tone sounded overly innocent.

“Is – is that really something you need to know?” you gazed at the floor, “He's just someone I meet up with occasionally.” Emmet ticked his tongue.

“I'm giving you the day off,” he said unexpectedly, “You look verrrry tired.” You felt the air get caught in your lungs. This was it, was it not? They were going to start the process to fire you today. Tears almost bled from your eyes again.

“Thank you,” you managed to croak out, “See you tomorrow, sir.” Before you could run out the door in your shame, Emmet caught your wrist, just as Grimsley had. His face was twisted with concern. The words he wanted to speak with you were lost as he instead offered you a handkerchief. You took it and thanked him. Finally, having left the building, you found yourself sobbing. It was happening. Maybe quitting was a better option.

Grimsley had offered you a job, too, after all.

The next day came as you stood stiffly. Makeup covered the hickey as you dropped the notice off by HR and headed to your desk, where a piece of cake sat in the middle of it. It was fresh. You could hear the twins having a private meeting with someone in their office. The work you were behind on was quickly caught up on by the time they finished their meeting. A well-dressed man left their office, not even bothering to give you a glance. Ingo followed him out and turned to you.

“Emmet had said you looked ill yesterday, so he gave you it off,” the older twin took steps to stand in front of your desk, “Are you alright today? I was worried about you.” You just nodded as you continued you with your work. Ingo let out a soft sigh. “Please don't overwork yourself,” he reprimanded you. When you showed no sign of properly acknowledging him, he walked back into the office. The day moved on with that theme, each of the twins trying to capture your attention and you refusing to give them anything. Time moved slowly before it was time for you to go. Before you could even leave your desk, however, Emmet called you into the office.

You stepped inside with a held breath. It was a pleasant enough room, often smelling of desserts and coffee. A lovely dark wood was the flooring and comfortable furniture laid about. Ingo was seemingly out at the moment, leaving you with just Emmet. He sat behind his desk with a grim expression. You took an awkward seat in the leather chairs across from the man.

His gaze met yours, eyes filled with worry and terror. “Why are you quitting?” he asked without hesitation. You were confused. Had that not been their intention? If it was not, you certainly had felt like they were trying to scare you off from your position. They simply were around you too much for you to take it in any other way.

“I thought you wanted me gone,” you told him, “You and Ingo always seemed to be around me, just looking for any error.” Why else would they be around you like that constantly? Emmet shook his head vigorously as he leaned forward.

“No! Never!” his voice was desperate, “We do not want anyone else as our assistant!” Your anxiety reached an all-time high by his behaviour. Emmet was acting too desperate, a far cry from the man you saw making the most callous and cold decisions of the pair. “Stay,” he stood up to his full height, silken suit giving him an odd air, “We want you. So stay.” Those silvery seas in his eyes seemed to be drowning in mercury as they pierced into your very being. The Emmet you saw around the office was gone.

“… I'm sorry, I really don't think that seems like a good ide-” you were cut off by hands grasping your shoulders from behind, preventing you from standing. Looking up, revealed an identical man to the one behind the desk. Their blinds were closed alongside their office door. You were alone with them without any witnesses around.

“My dear… You should remain at your position,” Ingo pleaded with a desperate tone, “We… We were trying to grow closer to you.” Emmet moved to stand in front of you, leaving your seat wedged between them. Both men held more connections and money than you could ever hope to deal with. You swallowed. “We love you,” the older twin moved down to embrace you from behind, “If you truly do want to, I still don't think we can let you go.” You heard soft sobs coming from him. What was this? It felt completely out of left field.

“… I – I,” you tried to speak, but Emmet cupped your face. His grin made you shut up. Something in his eyes told you that denying any of Ingo's words brazenly would not end well. You needed to come up with something fast. “I'll… I'll stay,” you managed to get out, “I'll continue being your assistant. I was just stressed. I need to get home, now… So…”

“Is Grimsley waiting on you?” Emmet cooed, “He cannot offer you even half the love we can.” What? Everything they seemed to say was only filled with madness. “You are coming home with us,” he whispered into your ear and pressed a kiss to the sensitive area. His arms locked you against the chair as footsteps moved around the room.

“Th-this is enough,” you tried to escape his hold, “Let me go! I did not agree to this!” His embrace only tightened as Ingo returned to his side with a pokeball. You shouted when he tossed out a pokemon. His Chandelure lit up the office with an ominous lavender glow. You tried to look away from the pokemon, but it was far too late. Your limps grew heavy alongside your eyelids. Slowly, you fell into unconsciousness against your desperate attempts at escaping the hypnotising effect of the ghost-type.

Emmet caught your body easily as you fell limp in his arms. He gave you another squeeze as his heart raced too much, finally having you where he wanted you. Ingo let out a relieved sigh and returned to pokemon. Their car was waiting for them outside. The office was mostly deserted at this hour. No witnesses should be around to implicate anything. Ingo softly ran his hand through your hair.

“… They almost left us,” his throat felt like it was swelling closed, “Emmet…” His younger brother only held on to you tighter. Soon, he moved to lift you up.

“Now they can't,” Emmet replied, “We will show them aaaaaall the love they need. They already love us, they just don't know it yet!” Ingo nodded. Of course, he already knew that. They had both come to that conclusion a while ago. He only wished they had not needed to go to this extreme.

“We need to be better lovers, Emmet,” he chided his brother, “We already failed them once.” His twin gave a sinister smile as he turned to his brother.

“Of course, brother!” he cooed, “We will win.”

Yes, Ingo agreed internally, they would win you easily.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #yandere x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere ingo x reader #yandere emmet x reader #yandere #yanstuff

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Stargazing

PAIRING | Tom Hiddleston x Best friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | Tom invited you for a nice dinner at his place, and the two of you ended up in his garden, watching the stars in each other's arms. When you both see a falling star, you make a wish, but the two of you don't know that you're both wishing for the same thing; to be friends for the rest of your lives.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The reader is a smoker (as a coping mechanism),

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Tom has invited you for dinner tonight, and you're getting ready to head there. The two of you have been friends for a long time and share absolutely everything whit each other. Recently he has been helping you through a tough breakup, and once a week, you have dinner together. Tonight, it's at his house.

You come out of the shower and wrap yourself in your fluffiest towel and your hair into a smaller towel for your hair. The mirror is fogged up from the steam, and you wipe it away to get a good look at yourself.

Ever since the breakup, you haven't been taking the best care of yourself, but for a week or two, life seems kind to you, and you're definitely getting better.

When you're done looking at yourself, you walk into the bedroom and towards your closet, trying to pick out an outfit for dinner. You inform Tom you'll drive to his house on your motorbike, so you need a comfortable fit.

Eventually, you settle on a black outfit with a red leather jacket and a pair of Dr. Martens. You dry yourself off and get into some comfy underwear before getting the clothes on, finishing it with your glasses.

The next step is your hair and make-up, but you decide to keep it simple, so your hair is styled in its natural form, and your make-up is natural too. When you're happy with the look, it's time to leave; you never told Tom when you would arrive, so you decide to make your way over now.

The drive to his house is lovely; the weather works in your favor today. By the time you arrive, you park your bike in his backyard, not wanting it to be stolen.

Tom left the patio doors open, and you walked in through those; he was already preparing for dinner by the smell of it.

''Tom, I'm here!'' you shout, and not long after, he emerges from the kitchen with open arms.

''Y/N! It's good to see you!'' he says, a big smile immediately appearing at the sight of you. ''Looking even more beautiful than the last time I saw you,''.

''Oh Tom, stop it!'' you say as you softly swat his chest, but you secretly enjoy it when he compliments you. You wrap your arms around his waist as he pulls you in for a hug.

''I missed you,'' he says, kissing your hair, and you don't want to let go just yet.

''I missed you too, but I'm glad I'm here again. Your food smells amazing, by the way; what are you making for me today?'' you ask, following the scent to the kitchen.

''I decided to keep it a little on the easy side today when it comes to dinner, so I'm making creamy penne with sausage and sun-dried tomatoes. I will make some garlic bread too, and I have a special treat for dessert. Still, you will have to wait to figure out what that will be,'' Tom says as he returns to his spot at the stove, ensuring everything is still going according to the recipe.

''How is work? You started the filming for season 2 of Loki, right?'' you ask, and he gets a slight smile.

''Yeah, it's incredible, actually. Can't tell you too much about it yet, but it's nice to get back into the swing of things,'' he says, and you nod. You're not an actress, but you can guess how it feels.

''Fair enough. Well, I can't wait to see it! Can I go smoke outside? I'll be right back,'' you ask, and he nods.

''I still think you should stop, though; it's bad enough he ruined your relationship; you shouldn't let him ruin your body like that, too,'' Tom says, referring to your ex-boyfriend. It's because of him you started smoking to get through the days.

''I know, and I will soon,'' you say before stepping outside, grabbing your cigarettes from your jacket pocket and your lighter. You put a cigarette between your lips and light it before taking a deep inhale.

''How's work going for you?'' Tom asks as he walks your way.

''Stressful, mostly. But that's what you get when you're the head of marketing,'' you shrug, blowing the smoke out slowly. This is the easiest way to clear your head, and even though you're already smoking less, you should stop soon.

''That's fair. Maybe it's time for you to get someone to help you; it's not healthy to be this stressed out for so long,'' he says, and again, you know Tom is right. ''You're already going through a tough enough time, and I need you to take good care of yourself. I'm not ready to lose you at such a young age,'' he says, making you tear up a little.

You and Tom have been inseparable for years at this point, being friends since college. You two were friends with the same people, but you two are the only ones left in that friend group.

When your cigarette is gone, you put the bud in the ashtray he always leaves out when you visit and head back inside after popping two tictacs in your mouth.

''Do you want me to prepare the dinner table while you finish cooking?'' you ask, and he nods.

''That would be appreciated, thank you,'' he says, walking back into the kitchen.

You grab two placemats, as well as two bowls and cutlery. You place them on the table outside since it's a beautiful day. Lastly, you grab two wine glasses and a bottle of wine out of the fridge before putting those down as well.

''Alright, the table is ready, so we can eat when the food is done!'' you tell him and walk back to the kitchen to see the progress of the food.

Suddenly the oven bell dings, notifying that the garlic bread is done. You grab an oven mitt and the tray out of the oven, placing them on the counter to let it cool a little before putting them in a bowl.

''Everything smells so good,'' you say, and suddenly your belly starts to rumble. ''See? My stomach agrees!'' you speak, and the both of you laugh wholeheartedly.

The conversation over dinner is easy and lighthearted, precisely what you need. When the two of you are ready for dessert, Tom gets up, telling you to stay outside since he wants it to be a surprise.

He gets his homemade tiramisu out of the fridge and walks over to where you're seated. ''Tadaa!'' he says as he shows it to you.

''Did you recreate the tiramisu you made for our first dinner together?'' you ask, and you laugh, feeling very appreciated.

''Well, except for the huge amount of alcohol in that one, I did! I definitely toned it down this time around,'' he says.

''Thank god for that; I still have to drive home later,'' you say, and Tom puts it on the table with a laugh.

''Don't worry. Here, let me get you some,'' he grabs a spatula and scoops out a big piece, knowing it's your favorite dessert.

The two of you go through it like crazy; before you know it, all of it is gone.

You and Tom stayed outside for quite some time, and eventually, the two of you moved over to a blanket on the grass to watch the stars.

''I can never get enough of looking at the stars. I'm glad it's such a clear night,'' you say, and Tom agrees.

You moved over to cuddle in his arms, your head on his chest to have the perfect view.

''Look, a falling star!'' you say, and Tom saw it too. ''Come on, let's make a wish!'' the two of you do just that. You didn't know that you both wished for the same thing.

I wish to be your best friend for the rest of my life.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x female reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fluff

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greymoonfeelings · 1 year

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Nothing Without You

whumuary #4: betrayal

summary: Being back in Wabang brings on nothing but pain

warnings: angst w/o a happy ending, reader is a model and panic attack symptoms

word count: 1.9k

note: thanks to Vee for looking this over!

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The day you left Wabang for New York City you swore you would never return unless the circumstances were dire. You certainly didn’t count Christmas as a good reason, but your mother had cried about how her greatest Christmas wish was to have you visit, and luckily for her, guilt-tripping worked on you.

So now here you are, getting ready to head to the church rectory center for the holiday party. Your mother volunteered your family to help with set up which gave you about an hour to mentally prepare yourself to see him again.

The man in question is Rhett Abbott, your ex-boyfriend.

Tonight is the first night you’ll see him in three years. Long gone were the days when your mothers would exchange ideas about your future wedding. That had all been thrown out the window the day Rhett broke up with you. It was the reason you dreaded returning to Wabang.

You’ve managed to avoid him during the first week of your visit by refusing to leave your ranch, but tonight was unavoidable. There was no way your mother would allow you to miss anything that had to do with the church and Cecelia Abbott was the same way.

That’s why when you catch Rhett’s figure entering the party holding his niece’s hand you’re only slightly caught off guard. His look has changed very little, but the way he carries himself is different. He appears to be more comfortable in his skin, though he still sticks with Perry and his father, hesitating to interact with anyone else.

“Cece!” Your mom goes up to the Abbott mother, embracing her. When she pulls away, she waves you over to the family. Internally, you groan, but you manage to flash a convincing smile.

“It’s nice to see you, Ms. Abbott.” You greet.

“Don’t be silly, you can still call me Cece.” She pulls you into a bruising hug. “It’s so good to see.”

“Amy, come say hi. You remember your old babysitter, right?”

“Of course, I remember her. It hasn’t been that long, Grandma.”

“Hi, Amy. I love your dress.” You compliment the red sequin outfit she’s wearing. She thanks you before doing a twirl to give you the full effect.

“And that’s a lovely braid. Did your daddy finally learn how to do them?”

“No, Uncle Rhett did it for me.”

Of course, he did, the bastard. Treating his niece like his own daughter. How disgustingly sweet and attractive of him.

“He told me I can thank you for that, that you taught him in high school.”

That catches you off guard and sends you spiraling. Does he really still talk about you? Does it not make his stomach turn to even think about you? No, why would it? He’s the one who broke up with you.

You excuse yourself to grab a drink and when you return, you find your family sitting at a table with the Abbotts. It seems your mother is adamant about going against your wishes of distancing yourself from them.

———

Your families spend time making small talk with one another over dinner. You manage to avoid acknowledging Rhett by asking Amy to update you on her life and the happenings in your hometown over the past few years you’ve been gone.

By dessert, you find that your night is going better than expected until the dreaded topic of conversation is brought up: you.

“Amy and I saw you in a magazine last week at the store. Tell us, what’s it like being a big star?” Cecilia asks with a proud smile on her face.

“Let me guess, my Ma told you guys I would be in it?” You eye your mother suspiciously and she raises her hands in defense. “I would hardly call myself a star.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest.” Your mother chides. “The modeling agency says she might get to walk at Fashion Week.”

“Is that big?” Amy looks up at you with curious, wide eyes.

“It’s huge!”

“Well, it helps that I’ve made friends in the industry. People are a lot nicer than you’d expect.” You pick at your food with your fork, trying to ignore everyone staring at you due to your mother’s exclamation.

“They like that she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty and is a hard-working daughter of a rancher. What’d they say again, honey?”

“They said it gave me character.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing what you’re doing.” Cecilia smiles. “Chasing your dreams and building a life for yourself. An angel must be watching over you, making sure you’ve got a fulfilling life.”

You chuckle along with everyone else and force a smile, but as everyone returns to their meals, your facade drops.

If only they knew how empty you truly felt. You do have almost everything you always wanted in life, but it’s that one thing you don’t have that pains you the most and he’s sitting across from you.

———

After dinner is finished, everyone leaves their tables to mingle with other congregation members. The only people left at your table are you and Rhett.

You look around the room in search of your friend Maria, desperate not to be alone any longer, but instead, you’re met with Rhett’s cloudy blue eyes.

“You know I didn’t think I’d ever see you back here.” He pushes his grown-out hair out of his face so he can see you better.

“Well, my family still lives here.”

“I’m surprised by that too. I thought for sure once you made it big, they’d move out to be with you in one of those mansions with a hundred rooms.”

“I don’t think that’ll ever happen. They wouldn’t like the city very much.” You focus your attention on your glass, tracing the rim with your finger to avoid having to look at him.

“Well, it seems to be workin’ out for you. Sounds like it’s everything you ever wanted.”

“Not quite…” Admitting that out loud is scary especially when the person you’re telling is Rhett. “What about you? You swore you’d always get out of this town so what changed?”

“A lot of things changed.”

With a scoff, you grumble, “They certainly did.” Talking to Rhett is bringing back all your bitter feelings and now there’s a storm brewing inside of you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhett asks, a little irritated by your passive-aggressive behavior.

“Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you promised me forever and then broke my heart like it was nothing.”

“I didn’t want to hold you back. I couldn’t leave my family. I belong here, but you don’t, so I set you free.”

“If you told me you wanted to stay here, I would’ve stayed with you.”

Rhett shakes his head disapprovingly. “I know you would’ve, but you always wanted the finer things in life and a poor bastard like me can’t give them to you.”

That confession might be considered sweet to anyone else, but it fills you with rage. How could he be so selfish to make that decision for you?

“Don’t you get it? All I have ever wanted is you, everything else is just extra. None of it matters if I can’t share it with you! Every single victory has been tainted by the fact that you’re not there by my side! I would rather spend my life here on a ranch with you than be famous in the city while all alone.”

“You say that now, but I know you. You get restless here. I knew you’d come to resent me and I couldn’t stand to think of that happening.”

You’re so trapped in your thoughts, dissecting Rhett’s confession, that you don’t notice Maria approaching your table, but the sound of her voice brings you back to reality.

“Hey, babe. I’m sorry I didn’t come over earlier, Mrs. Jones was talking my ear off about her new Australian Shepherd.” Maria squeezes Rhett’s shoulder and presses a quick kiss to his lips.

You look back and forth between the two of them a few times before your brain finally puts it together. The realization has you seething.

“Are you two…?”

The guilty look on Rhett’s face is a clear answer.

“Oh, hey…” Maria acts like she didn’t notice you sitting there even though you made eye contact with her previously in the night. “It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

You chose to ignore your old friend and instead focus your anger on Rhett.

“So you were just gonna let me keep on rambling about how I still love you and paint yourself to be some fucking hero who let the love of his life go so she could chase her dreams all while knowing you actually just didn’t give a fuck about me?”

“Hey now, that’s not true.”

“You could have just told me you broke up with me because you didn’t feel the same anymore. You didn’t have to fucking lie about it.”

“What’s going on here?” Maria looks at her boyfriend, concerned.

“Oh shove it, Maria. You used to tell me you’d rather die than end up living here again. How’d that work out for you? I heard you flunked out of college and work at the bank now.”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Rhett defends.

“You know what? The two of you deserve each other. I hope you’re are happy living in this desolate fucking place and never doing anything with your lives ‘cause I’m sure that’s about all the two of you will ever accomplish.”

You angrily push away from the table and the screeching of the metal chair against the linoleum causes all heads to turn to you. You swipe your coat off the rack and rush out of the building before anyone can see you crying.

As you climb into your truck all that is on your mind is how you knew nothing good would come out of this visit, but never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined coming back to this kind of betrayal.

All of your teenage years had been spent with Maria and Rhett, dancing in fields, going to rodeos, and grabbing late-night snacks at Rosie’s Diner. You even recall confessing to Maria at Senior Prom that Rhett was the man you wanted to marry and now…

You were making yourself sick just thinking about it. You felt so stupid. How much time did you waste on him? Making yourself feel like shit during every happy moment just because he wasn’t there sharing it with you meanwhile he was falling in love with Maria, not even thinking about you.

Your vision is blurry from the constant flow of tears and It’s getting harder to breathe through all the snot. Your brain is a jumbled mess, too many thoughts flying around for you to be paying attention to the road ahead. Suddenly, you’re startled by a pair of blinding headlights and the blaring of a horn, but by the time you move to react, it’s too late.

You didn’t want to imagine living a life without Rhett by your side and now, you wouldn’t have to…

I can be your china doll if you wanna see me fall

Boy, you're so dope, your love is deadly

Tell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all

I've nothing without you

All my dreams and all the lights mean

Nothing without you

-Lana Del Rey, Without You

#heather writes #rhett abbott fanfic #rhett abbot x reader #whumpuary2023 #rhett abbott outer range #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott angst

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danielle-dna · 3 months

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19 - Great Expectations

Despite barely scraping enough UCAS points to get me to university and having the honor of being the first person in my family to go to university, I still felt like an absolute faliure.

It dawned on me that I will never be a doctor. I will never be anything I wanted as a kid. A rock star, fashion designer, actress... all of those were young girls wishes. Sometimes life happens and things don't go according to plan. Sometimes we lose people close to us but sometimes we meet people who change us for the better.

Still, I couldn't help but notice that my inner child often cried and mourned the person I could've been. If only I had both parents. Maybe then my mum wouldn't be so overworked and she could actually afford to send me to guitar lessons when I was younger. If only I had more money and an easier job. Maybe then I could afford to spend more time studying and actually get to the prestige course I wanted. If only I was pretty. Maybe then I wouldn't get bullied as a kid and I wouldn't carry all this emotional baggage with me.

This was hard for me to process. But I knew I couldn't share any of this with Simon. The man has seen horrors and death. What do I have that is worth mentioning?

My mum and I finally moved to our new, smaller and cheaper flat. It was modern and fairly spacious, but nonetheless it was a studio, meaning I wouldn't have my own room anymore. And I would have to share the bed with my mum. Again.

After unpacking what seemed like a bloody warehouse, I finally, FINALLY managed to decently organise everything. Despite knowing that mum WILL re organise everything when she returns from her two week placement, I was satisfied with my progress.

I looked at some of my empty sketchbooks and art supplies that I haven't touched in months, maybe over a year. Why did I stop?

I guess I got too exhausted and depressed about everything, that way didn't have any inspiration, let alone willpower to draw anything. Looking at the empty room that has become my habitat, I picked up my phone and invited Simon to a little "housewarming party".

An hour and a half later, Simon and I were already doing my favourite kind of yoga position: masked man bridge pose. Well, I was doing the bridge, he was doing the rest. Honestly, I had no idea how could he still have so much stamina.

"Simon, fucks sake, take it easy, this is a new bed." Replying with nothing but a smirk, he grabbed my butt and picked up the pace.

This went on for another hour, during which, I also took the lead sometimes and demonstrated what kind of fanfictions I have been reading as a teen.

After we were both kind of tired, we just laid on the bed, naked, embracing each other. Simon was kissing my cheeks and caressing my back. "You hungry, love?"

I couldn't help but smile at him. "A little, maybe. Just had the dessert." Giving me another kiss, he stood up, butt naked, and started going through my fridge. "Bloody hell, you ever have any food?"

"Sometimes, check the freezer, there may be a frozen pizza."

Thank fuck there was, or else we would have to go out and actually TALK to people.

It is my firm belief that frozen food, especially pizza is humanity's greatest achievement. After dinner, we both laid in the bed, touching each other and talking about our lives. Simon even told me a few funny stories from deployment. I was happy to see both sides of him. He was so much more than just a stoic lieutenant.

And then his very large friend demanded attention again. I was more than happy to give it. Whilst I was in the middle of a very passionate blowjob, I head EDM bass coming from the upstairs flat. I was surprised, since most of my neighbours were very quiet, reserved and peaceful. "You are so good at this, love. You wanna keep going?"

I nodded with my very full mouth and kept going. Then I had enough and pushed Simon back to the bed, took his mask and put it on me. This seemed to turn him on even more. Throwing him a condom, I waited patiently so he could put it on. When he was finished, I pounced on him and rode him like it was a competition.

But there was just one...tiny...tiny...problem. The fucking music wouldn't let me concentrate. In sheer frustration I took off his mask, got off of his hips and silently yelled in the pillow.

"I'm sorry, Simon, I can't focus. I fucking can't." With that he stood up and banged on the ceiling a few times. Nothing.

"You can report them to the landlord tomorrow. Wanna keep going'?"

With a facefull of sheer annoyance I nodded and spread my legs.

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod x oc

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the-banana-0verlord · 7 months

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Lilian's Birthday girl vignette <I Wish...>

Tagging @simping-myjob cause you'll probably gonna want to see this

[Part 1] Sora: Happy birthday!!!! Lilian: Thanks! Hey, what's in your hands? Sora: Well, since you're always the one doing interviews on birthdays, and that it's your birthday today, Dad ordered me to interview you. Although I'm doing this because I want to, not because he told me to. Lilian: Pfft, okay. Ask away then. Sora: K so what's your favorite food? Sora:... Sora: What kind of lame questions is that? *Sora throws the paper away* Sora: Forget the article. There's some things I really wanna know and I don't wanna wait any longer. Lilian: A-alright, but please still record it, I don't want the newspaper club to have nothing...(especially considering I'm part of it.) Sora: Do you miss your old world? *Lilian stares blankly, stunned* Lilian: I... Can't say I do. Sora: Why's that? Lilian: Well, I don't remember any of it. I know it has technology, and every vague thing, but when I try to make out the details, it blurs. I can't really miss something I've never known. But there is something... Sora: What? Lilian: When I think of my birthday, I remember something. One scene. I'm in a woman's arms. I must be about 4 or 5, I don't really know. She talks to me, and she says my name. Her voice is soft. On the wall I see a calendar, and the date of november three is circled three times in red. That's all I know about myself. [Part 2] Sora: ...That's sad. Lilian: Maybe. Honestly, it feels like watching someone's else memory, not mine, so it doesn't affect me as much. Sora: Do you ever think about going back even though? Lilian: If we ever find a way, that's probably what I'll do. I don't belong in Twisted Wonderland; I need to go back to where I truly belong. Sora: No other reason? Lilian: Well, I am curious of where I come from, but I'm doing this mainly because it's the right thing to do. Sora: And if you don't end up going back, what will you do? Lilian: I'll probably get a job on Sage's island and I'll live there until I have money to move else where, because there's no chance Crowley will let me stay after graduation. After that, I think I'll travel. I want to see what the world truly looks like. Sora: Bold of you to assume we're not taking you back to Briar Valley with us. Lilian: *chuckle* That's probably where I'll settle in the end, but first I want to figure out who I really am. Sora: But I thought we where making theories on which if you didn't go back to your world? Lilian: Yeah, I meant my present self, not my past. Or rather, who I want to be outside of NRC and in a context no one knows about my conditions. I want to know about my hobbies, what I like, those kinds of things. I'll probably go visit Ace and Deuce too sometimes. Sora: Well, if you need a travel comrade, just ring me up. If you need financial support, too. Lilian: Thanks. [Part 3] Sora: Where will you go during your travels? I'm curious about the places you'll want to visit. Lilian: Hmm... Definitely the Queendom of Roses, and maybe Harveston and Fleur city. I think I'd like to go to each place where one of my friends live. It'll be nice to see them again and I'll be able to travel to more varied places. Sora: I recommand the scalding sands, especially Silk City. Lilia and I went there for our Honeymoon and I've made memories that will never fade. Lilian: I'll take notes on that. Grim: hey, you two! We're gonna serve dessert, come quick! Lilian: We should probably do as he says before he gobbles down my birthday cake. Sora: Right on that. *They walk towards the table where every member of the cast is sitting.* Grim: C'mon and make a wish already so we can eat! Lilian:*Giggles* Alright, alright! *Lilian blows the candles* Sora: Did you make a wish? Lilian: I did. Sora: What was it? Lilian: Don't they say that if you tell your wish outloud it won't come true? Sora: I didn't know you were this sneaky ~ Oh well, you do you. *Sora goes away to talk to the others* Lilian: (I wish...) Lilian: (I wish this moment would just last forever so I wouldn't have to choose wether I leave or not.)

#ayyy i changed my lineart style #i made it a dark red instead of black #it's still experimental but I like it #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst mc #twst yuusona #yuusona #the banana chronicles #TBCA #the banana chronicles au #twst fanmade vignette #twst vignettes #twst birthday

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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I had a really excellent day off today. I know I was really upset about daylights savings and it has sort of thrown me off all week, but today I really really appreciated it. The sun was perfect.

I slept a little better. I woke up briefly when James was leaving for work. Gave me a kiss goodbye. And I slept until 9.

The sun was in my face but it was fine. I moved a bunch of pillows and was able to be a little more comfortable. When I did get up I felt pretty good. I was excited to see Callie. And I had time to get washed and dressed and sit with sweetp for a little bit. It was a really nice morning.

At exactly 1010 Callie knocked on the door. Which was very funny to me. It was so nice to see her. She was excited to see the house but we would do a tour later, and went to jump in her car to go get brunch.

I sort of forgot that people do St Patricks day all weekend. Ugh. Thankfully we were out early enough that we didn't actually have to deal with anyone until after our brunch. But I did remember to wear green and she has green nail polish so we didn't feel to lot of place. And the tavern we ended up at was really good! It was in fells point and I really really liked the food. Would absolutely go again.

Because we had reservations we would get to sit upstairs. And we had a really excellent view of the water. It was so pretty.

We decided to order three things and share. I ordered the veggie Benedict. Which has tomato and spinach and a dill sauce. And she ordered the house deviled eggs and mini avocado toast with goat cheese. So we shared all of that and it was perfect.

We talked about camp and life and it was just so good being together. The food was great. The friend was great. I drank three sodas. It was a good brunch.

Towards the end of the hour we were there people started coming in and filling all the bar seats. All dressed up for the holiday. With tutus and beads and hats. Im glad they are having fun but it's kind of silly. It's not even the day?? It's tomorrow?? Really I don't care but when they came in they made the music in there so loud for some reason and we were basically shouting to hear each other. I went to the bar to ask for our check so we could get out of there. And while we waited we decided we would go find a bakery. I checked Google and there was a patisserie around the corner. Excellent. So as soon as we paid we were off!

It was a beautiful day and I was loving being near the water. And it's only a 25 minute walk or like a 10 minute bike ride for me now. I am going to try and make the effort to walk more as the weather gets nicer.

We got a little confused looking for the bakery but I got us back on track and it ended up being such a cute place. I was blown away it was so nice. Like back when I lived in Minnesota there was a patisserie I loved and this had stuff that was so similar! I was really excited.

We each got a pastry. I got a Sakura pink one with white chocolate and she got a marscapone almond flakey pastry. We decided to take them back to my house. I was very excited.

We got back here pretty quickly. It's not far at all. And when we got back we decided to do a little tour first.

I showed her all the different projects we have worked on. The living room I am most proud of because it's the most finished. But it was also really fun to show her the stairs and the paint and all the little things that have been coming together. I am really excited about the whole space.

We would sit in the kitchen and have our fancy desserts. And we chatted the upcoming week and stuff we are excited about. Or worried about. She also told me she was going to hang out with her mom this afternoon. I wish I was hanging out with my mom. Hopefully soon.

We would sit in the studio for a little bit. Watching Gomez and talking about Sweetp, who always gets upset when Callie is here because he thinks it means we are going away. Because she has watched him in the past. But not today. Today I would still be with him.

Callie would head out. Hugs all around.

I would have a busy and productive afternoon. After Callie left I jumped into measuring out the catio. I want to try that started so we can get Sweetp some outside time but also so we can have the windows in the living room open. Because my plan is that it will go for the windows so they can be open and he can go inside and out from any of the windows.

It took a lot of math but I think I had it all correct. I talked about it with James and we would make a plan to go to Home Depot later. So tomorrow I can work on framing it out.

Once that was done I went down to the basement. It has gotten a bit messy so I wanted to clean it up and reorganize some boxes and consolidate others. And it took a while but besides the recycling that's down there, it's much better and I got a lot of stuff put away. Felt really good.

That took a while but I still had energy. So I went to the little room and finally finished putting away the bedding in the bags we have. And hung the curtain in there.

Next I went to the bedroom and went through the closet. Reorganized in there. took a bunch of clothes down to put in storage. Reorganized how things were hung. Made outfits for the week. It was really good. I felt good.

It was almost 4 at this point. I had a pretzel snack and finished up the clothes and putting away a few things from the closet in other rooms. And went to hang out in the living room.

Me and Sweetp hung out on the couch until James got home. I love that I can hear them with their music through the windows before they even make it to the door. Makes me smile.

James had a very boring day apparently and the day dragged for them a lot. They would take a little leisurely ride home to enjoy the weather. And we just hung out on the couch for a while talking about the day.

Before we left to go to Home Depot I had James look over my math and make sure it all made sense. I had a budget in mind based on what I saw online. We remembered a tape measure and my coupon and we were off.

This Home Depot stresses me out. But thankfully it was not as busy as it has been. We found the 2x2s and we needed 18 of them. I was hoping they would be able to cut them for us but the chop saw was broken. The nice worker I found tried to use the panel saw but it was not going to work. James would cut them all by hand. At least so we could fit them in the car. This took a while. So while James did that I walked around the store to try and find the screen material I wanted. No luck. But I know Ace has it so I will try and get that tomorrow or Monday once I have the frames built.

Poor James hands were all cramped up after cutting everything. They had taken a break to let someone else she the self service cart. But would finish up and we went to self check out. Scanned the barcode 14 times. And went home.

When we got home we got eveything inside and I started laying things out while James worked on dinner. Which is when I realized we hadn't gotten the last few pieces we needed. Just a dumb mistake but James decided they needed to fix it. So after dinner they went back to Home Depot to get the last few pieces. They are the best.

While they were gone I was in charge of watching the brownies in the oven. And I worked on writing this post. The brownies are done. And James is home. And I am going to go take a shower and get ready to go to sleep.

Today was a really good day. And I hope tomorrow I am very productive and get so much done. But also just have a chill time. I hope you all have a great night. Take care of eachother. I love you all. Goodnight!!

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ryanmarshallryan · 2 years

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Here's a vore short from a while back "Becoming Dessert on a Picnic Date"

"A picnic sounds super cute!” Kyle texted, as he suggested a list of things they could do on their next date.

“Since we were both busy on each other’s birthdays, maybe we could get a cake and try out feeding each other a bit…” Ryan mentioned.

Kyle and Ryan had been friends for years, and knew all about each other’s interests and fantasies. After a while of being friends in person, they had the exciting surprise of finding each other on their favorite gaining social network.

Kyle loved the idea of gaining and being fed, and Ryan loved the idea of being vored, as well as helping someone grow big if they wanted. It was a perfect match.

After a pit stop at the grocery store, Kyle and Ryan drove to a nearby park by a river for their picnic. They found some picnic tables by the old playground by the water, and set up a spread of sandwiches, juice, chips and cake of course.

They enjoyed chatting, stuffing each other with their food, listening to the river, and watching the wildlife all around them. It didn’t seem like anyone else was around (expect for a family of deer that were chilling nearby, quite unbothered), so Kyle and Ryan decided to try some experimenting they had been thinking about.

They moved all their food onto the bench and Ryan laid on the picnic table, shirtless. Kyle grabbed some of the cake and tossed it onto Ryan’s chest, rubbing it all over his abdomen and massaging Ryan’s belly. Kyle sat on top of Ryan’s thighs, bent over and licked up some cake, gently and slowly exploring Ryan’s body while he ate.

Ryan gave little sharp intakes of breath when he felt tickled as Kyle’s tongue explored his belly and nipples underneath all the cake.

“If you like this, just wait till I eat you too,” Kyle had been trying to flirt with Ryan using vore and was getting better at it.

“It’s okay if you’re not into vore you know - “ Ryan began.

“Don’t try to change the conversation! You’re going into my belly and that’s final.”

“You really think I’d fit?”

“I’ll make sure of it, tasty.”

“You’re teasing me…”

“I prefer to call it… prophesying your future.” At that moment, Kyle’s stomach gave out a large rumble, no doubt due to all the cake settling inside it. “Hear that? My stomach knows what you are and it won’t be satisfied until you’re inside it.” Kyle finished the cake on Ryan’s abdomen, leaned up and kissed his lips. His hands explored Ryan’s hair and chest as they got closer and closer.

Ryan moaned in enjoyment, “Ahh I wish you could swallow me right here and now!”

Kyle’s stomach gave another big rumble, “I think my belly would like that, too.”

“Well for now, maybe I can simply help it get bigger, so when I finally get inside I have a bit more space…” Ryan said, grabbing a handful of cake and sneaking it past Kyle’s lips. Ryan left his fingers inside Kyle’s mouth as he swallowed the frosting off. Even after the cake was deep inside his belly, Kyle continued licking and sucking on Ryan’s hand for a bit.

Once Kyle released Ryan’s fingers, Ryan leaned back in and kissed Kyle’s neck and chest, giving him a taste as well. They tightly embraced, and Ryan noticed over Kyle’s shoulder the slide on the old playground.

“I have an idea… got any more cake?”

After lathering his torso and head with cake once more, Ryan climbed to the top of the slide and told Kyle to wait at the bottom with his mouth wide open.

“But what if it doesn’t work and you just punch me in the face?” Kyle said, expressing concern as Ryan was planning to dive straight down Kyle’s throat.

“Well this slide should give me some momentum, and the cake should lubricate me quite a bit and help me slide down your throat real quick!”

“I think you might be a bit crazy, but you do look tasty with all that cake on you.”

“Before I go down this slide, are you actually fine if I slide into your belly? If you’re not into vore I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Ryan, I would never deny free food, especially when it so willingingly slides into my belly, literally.”

“Take a deep breath then!” Ryan exclaimed as he pushed off and slid down the slide on his belly, hands stretched out in front of him like he were diving into a pool.

It happened so fast, yet they savored every moment of it. Kyle tasted the cake once more, but with Ryan’s entire body passing over his tongue, he tasted a whole host of flavors. He wasn’t fully prepared for how bloated out his gut became so quickly. He fell back against the playground bench and let out a huge belch of air that whooshed into his stomach as Ryan zoomed in.

Ryan enjoyed feeling the juxtaposition of the cold slide with Kyle’s warm esophagus and stomach. It felt like he was being encompassed by a fleshy weighted blanket inside a bouncy hot tub.

Ryan tickled Kyle’s belly from the inside, causing Kyle to laugh and shake his now gargantuan belly.

“I wish you could be out here to rub my belly… but at the same time you feel so good in there. I’ve never felt so full before!” Kyle exclaimed.

“I’ll rub your belly from in here, don’t worry!”

“You wanted to eat birthday cake together, are you happy you decided to become the cake?”

“Ever since you told me my ass looked like some ‘cake,’ I knew I’d be your dessert someday.”

“Hey! You never ate cake off me!” Kyle said, jokingly disappointed.

“Yeah but you literally got to eat me… you win some, you lose some.”

Ryan could feel Kyle’s heart racing as Kyle said, “I feel kinda bad for you though, does it hurt being in there? Are you comfortable?”

“Kyle, literally this is the hottest fantasy I have ever had, of course I am comfortable! Relax and enjoy the sounds of the rumbling river while I enjoy the sounds of your churning gut from the inside!”

Kyle continued rubbing and massaging his belly, feeling Ryan’s hand deep below his fat rubbing in a similar motion. The rumbling of his belly and the river was relaxing, to the point that the family of deer walked right past Kyle without even being concerned.

“Definitely the best picnic I’ve had,” Kyle said with a sigh.

“And I got to go with the cutest guy!”

“Well I got to eat the cutest guy!”

Ryan chuckled and snuggled up close to Kyle’s heart and felt the belly churn and massage him.

#gayvore #male vore #m/m vore #gay gainer #gay fat vore

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respectthepetty · 2 years

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These kids are savages

Normally, I find kids in BLs to be annoying or meant solely as a plot device to demonstrate the protagonist's kind heart (example: A Tale of a Thousand Stars - eighty million kids, all with names yet...what were they?), but 2022 is seeing the rise in the next wave of "the kids are alright"

*I'll keep adding to this list as the kids get more vicious*

Yoo Ha from To My Star 2

She told Seo Joon to shut up. She told Ji Woo he was a coward who avoids feeling anything real. She told her mom to get her butt home. She side-eyed Sung Yoon every time she tried crying over Ji Woo. She respected our CEO Pil Hyun the second he complimented her. She threatened this little snitch with poison. All she really wanted was her hair done properly and realized quickly that none of the adults surrounding her were capable of such a responsibility.

TLDR - She loves chicken and will hide all day in a small space just to prove a point. Savage Level - 10/10

Ling Ling from Plus & Minus

She wasn't talking trash about her dad. She was only telling facts: he doesn't have friends, he doesn't want to make friends, he spends all day at work, he doesn't take care of himself, he isn't adventurous, and he certainly isn't cool enough to snag a superstar like Yuki, so of course she assumed Yuki had to owe her dad money for him to be hanging out with her random-dude-on-the-street father. She loves her dad, but she pushed him to acknowledge that Yuki was out of his league ONLY because he wouldn't step up to the plate (baseball puns intended) and hit it...out of the park.

TLDR - She's iffy on desserts but will shame you for exhibiting B-plot energy when you're clearly the main character of this story.

Savage Level - 7.5/10

Random Kid from Cupid's Last Wish

Win yelled at everyone! Win yelled all the time! Win was angry the whole series! He was aggressive, stubborn, bossy, and downright mean especially to Korn, but everyone walked on eggshells around him, except this kid. Win rudely ate food (coconut pancake? sticky rice? someone help me out!) in front of the kid and told the kid to buy his own, so when Win needed his help, the kid made sure to give Win back exactly what he'd been giving - attitude. Once payback was served, this kid walked away with not one, not two, but THREE of these babies while being as unhelpful as possible.

TLDR - He'll take all the food items, while reminding you that Google is your friend, not him.

Savage Level - 9/10

#plus and minus #plus and minus the series #to my star #to my star 2 #cupid's last wish #raising them right #the new generation of try me

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igotbulletproof-insomnia · 8 months

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Adopting Bangtan 11

01, previous, series

I'm With Me

Kim Seokjin turned the phone screen on and unlocked his phone. It was a useless action, he knew he wouldn’t find anything else but the regular messages; reminders from his caretaker, questions from his brothers, plans to go out with some friends after school on Saturday. Taerim-halmonim thanked him for calling her on her birthday the previous day and offered to meet for dessert when she was back in Seoul. Seokjin frowned at that. It would be great to see his old nanny again, she was the only person who ever seemed to care about him, aside from the teacher he lived with now. But something in Seokjin’s chest had him hesitating. It had been years since he last saw her, and it would be nice to just hug her again. Even so, he just couldn’t bring himself to reply.

Seokjin tapped at the screen for a few minutes and replied to several other messages before sighing. Things just got more complicated the older he got, didn’t it?

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May 10, 2023 Did you greet your family for parent’s day? May 11, 2023 Of course. It would be awkward not to greet my guardian when I see them.

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It was his seventh birthday, and all Seokjin had wanted was to see his parents.

Seokjin was a smart kid. His teachers said so, and his nanny halmonim said so, so it had to be true. He understood a lot of things; he understood the importance of brushing his teeth and eating his vegetables. He understood when halmonim could play and when she needed to focus on her work. He understood his brother was much older and had to prioritize his studies over playing. He understood the word priorities. And most importantly, Seokjin understood that his parents had to go to work to earn money so they could keep their home and eat food and everything. He just thought that, maybe, if he was well-behaved and scored well on all of his tests, and asked really nicely, his mom, dad, and brother could sit at the dinner table and eat delicious food and cake. It was the only thing he asked for. Even Kang Taerim, his nanny-not-nanny agreed it was a beautiful wish.

So when Taerim-halmonim showed him her sad face and told him to start eating, alone, Seokjin nearly shouted in anger. Instead, he shoved food into his mouth until his feelings overwhelmed him. He ran away, crying, to hide where the space between his dresser and bedroom wall could hug him as tightly as he wanted his mom to.

Over and over and over and over, all Seokjin wanted was to see his parents. He missed his brother. Did they even remember he was here? He just wanted them here.

Oh, sweetheart, Taerim-halmonim spoke from the other end of the dresser. Seokjin wiped his tears on his arm and looked up. She sat cross-legged on the floor, a gentle smile on her face. Not for the first time, Seokjin wished that she was his mom instead of his parents’ house keeper. I know it hurts so, so much. But you still have halmonim, don’t you? She opened her arms, inviting him for a hug.

Things will get better one day, she said later, when Seokjin’s head was tucked in the crook of her neck and her shoulder thoroughly soaked with tears. I promise you, it will.

And if halmonim said it, it had to be true.

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November 22, 2023 It’s your parent’s anniversary soon. Don’t you think you should visit them?

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Home was chaos as usual. Namjoon walked the little ones home today, while Yoongi and Hoseok attended the local hagwon. It wasn’t great by any means, not like the one Seokjin used to attend, but it taught Hoseok dance, and Namjoon music, and Yoongi got to play sports, and Seokjin was improving his math grade, so he supposed it did its job. Jeongguk and Taehyung were making what sounded like a lot of unnecessary noise while they played with their toys, while Jimin sorted lego bricks. It looked like he was preparing another several-day-long project, which might mean a future where their caretaker cried as they spent even more money on even more legos. Jimin often used most of the lego blocks on his projects and refused to take them apart afterwards. The last time one of his creations was forcefully destroyed, he sulked for a week. Their caretaker didn’t normally care about the tantrums and attitudes the seven of them threw around the house -- and there was always someone upset about something -- but everyone in the house usually went out of their way to make Jimin happy. They had spent so much effort getting him comfortable when the twins first joined their family that it was probably a permanent way of life; Make Jimin smile. Indulge Taehyung. Adore Jeongguk. The three of them were probably some of the most spoiled children in all of Korea, and they were all proud to admit it.

Seokjin swiftly greeted the little ones with a hand in their hair, then went to the kitchen table and took a seat beside Namjoon. He unloaded his books from his bag, stole several bites from Namjoon’s bowl of fruit, and began his homework. From where he sat, he could keep an eye on the little ones and stop any fighting before it got a chance to start. He could also continue eating his brother’s food, which was the most important part.

“There’s plenty in the refrigerator, you know,” Namjoon rolled his eyes as he took his bowl back. “It’s cut and portioned and everything.”

“Your point escapes me,” said Seokjin. He smiled and reached for another bite of melon. His arms were long, the bowl wasn't as far away as Namjoon thought it was. “There’s fruit right here in front of me.” He received an eraser to the face for his trouble, but violence was practically a love language in their household.

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March 3, 2022 Didn't your brother graduate? You should call him. My phone number hasn't changed. He can call me too.

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This won’t sound very nice, but after that stunt you pulled at dinner last night, I need to level with you. Seokwan’s voice was soft, but the look on his face betrayed his frustration. Their family attended a dinner party the previous night, where Seokjin had lost his temper. Their parents, and had ignored him all night, even while they conversed with the adults and other children Seokjin’s age. It was bad enough they pretended he didn’t exist at home, but then they went out their way to treat him like a handsome and well-behaved doll.

Your expectations are too high. You want the family you see on television, and that doesn’t exist in reality. Seokjin had a few faint memories of playing and laughing with his older brother, but now… well, Seokjin couldn’t say the last time they talked together. Seokwan went away for school, and then attended hagwon over breaks, then holed up in his bedroom when he was home. He was as much a stranger as his parents these days. I’ve been where you are. I’ve wanted what you wanted. And then I grew up. Seokjin, you’re going to start middle school soon. You need to let go of your fantasies. Here, Seokwan handed his brother the gift bag in his hand. Inside was another action figure that Seokjin would never play with. It felt like a bribe. You’re meant to make our family look good. You can’t go around throwing temper tantrums and acting out at your age. It’s embarrassing. And as long as you continue to embarrass them, our parents will never acknowledge you.

The words hurt. They stung his eyes and burned his chest, but they weren’t unexpected. Seokjin already knew all of this, at least a little bit. He loved going to fancy dinners and dressing in adult clothes, but he hated the way his parents treated him. He just wanted to know that they cared about him.

Sometimes, he wondered if they loved him.

What’s this for then? he asked.

You wanted attention. Seokwan explained. This is the most they’re willing to give. But remember, all actions have consequences. Even if you're not the one who receives them.

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August 16, 2018 I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. Please come back I didn’t get to say goodbye I’ll apologize. Just please come back This is for the best, dear. I love you. Don’t give your new housekeeper a hard time. But she won’t be you Things change. It’s okay.

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“Kim Seokjin, where are you?” Seonsaengnim’s voice was loud, bordering on shrill, but Seokjin still took his time walking through the house to meet their guardian outside of the kitchen.

“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”

“No, you didn’t, and that’s the point,” they replied. “I have something for you!”

Before the surprise could be revealed, Seokjin heard Jeongguk’s voice begin, “Happy birthday to you!”

“Hey, Jeongguk, it’s not anyone’s birthday today,” Yoongi cut him off. Seokjin gave his guardian a curious look.

“It was your turn to choose dessert the other night,” they said, leading Seokjin to the counter, “but I forgot, and then I didn’t feel like arguing with the kids about it. So, I brought home your favorite to make it up to you. You boys ate dinner already, right?” The cake was rounded and covered in red and white fondant, with strawberry slices creating something like flowers around the edges and skewered on top. It resembled a Mario cap, and brought a smile to Seokjin’s face. “Knuckleheads, back up, Jinnie gets the first piece!”

“I’m not a knucklehead,” argued Taehyung.

“Yes, you are,” said Seonsaengnim. “I said it, so it must be true.”

“You also said I was going to get a good grade on my exam --”

“Kim Namjoon, you would have if you would have gone to bed when I told you, instead of playing games under your blankets.”

“Stop arguing near my cake, you’re gonna ruin the flavor,” Seokjin whined, slapping at Yoongi’s hand when it reached for one of the fruits. Unfortunately, that left the cake open to Hoseok’s greedy fingers instead. “Stop it, I didn’t even get to take a picture!”

“Hurry up before we take it all then,” Namjoon teased, snatching up another berry.

“I hate all of you. Just so that you know.”

“Seonsaengnim, Jinnie-hyung said mean words!” screamed Jimin.

“Jinnie-hyung is lying!” yelled Taehyung.

“I just wanted cake, is that so much to ask?” Seokjin whined, watching his brothers steal more of his fruit.

“Choices have consequences,” Seonsaengnim laughed, placing a stack of saucers and a knife beside him. “Next time you want to get adopted, pick a smaller household. And apologize to your younger brothers.”

“Which ones?”

“Take your pick, you probably did something to all of them. I’d start with the twins though.”

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March 22, 2019 Kim Seokjin, do not ignore me. Answer your phone when I call you. I’m worried about you. March 23, 2019 Please, tell me you’re okay. I just want to know that you’re safe. March 24, 2019 I’m safe

Where are you?

At home

Your housekeeper hasn’t seen you for weeks. Your food is untouched. Your bed hasn’t been slept in. Don’t lie to me. March 25, 2019 I am at home Just not their home

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Seokjin looked down at the notarized papers in his hands. His heart beat wildly in his chest, both in excitement and fear. He had managed to not just… well, in an effort of transparency, he managed to manipulate both of his parents into giving up their parental rights, and a third into adopting him. It shouldn’t have been so easy. It really, really shouldn’t have been so simple, but his parent’s paid so little attention to him that they didn’t even read the paperwork he gave them, and his teacher was so trusting and careless that Seokjin only had to tell the simplest of white lies to get his way. That was a little concerning, but he imagined there weren’t too many kids willing to… well, in an effort of transparency with himself, willing to commit fraud just to be adopted by their teacher.

But… the four of them looked like they had fun together. Seonsaengnim still looked exhausted, but they still helped the smallest one eat their bingsu while making cute noises, and hugged the older ones and answered all of their questions and smiled and… it was like watching his old nanny -- the nanny fired because of him -- raise three kids who weren’t him. And once that idea crossed his mind…. Seokjin wanted that. He wanted back the guardian his parents took from him.

So he tricked his parents and he lied to his teacher, and did something a little bit illegal, but… well, his parents will never notice. And even if they did… Seokjin didn’t want to go back. And legally, they couldn’t make him. Probably.

Now, all he had to do was convince Seonsaengnim’s kids to adopt him too.

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March 25, 2019 Did something happen? Can you answer the phone? March 26, 2019 I know you’re upset with me, but please, please answer. I’m sorry. March 27, 2019 I am so sorry. Please tell me where you are. March 28, 2019 Seokjin, if you’re able please reply. Where are you? March 29, 2019 Seokjin? March 30, 2019 I’m not going back there You can’t make me go back Where are you? You aren’t old enough to live alone. March 31, 2019 I’m safe I’m not alone I promise You won’t even tell me where you are. How is that safe? Halmonim I’m happy. How do I know you are safe in this "home?" You don’t understand how dangerous this is. Go back to your family.

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“Seokjin-ah,” his guardian called to him as he exit the bathroom, dressed and cleaned for bed. They were wiping down the kitchen surfaces, the dishes clean and drying in the rack. The other boys were in bed already, but Seokjin had planned to stay awake to study for another hour or two. Seokjin stood in the threshold now, watching his guardian work.

“I’ve been meaning to check in with you,” they said. “Is everything okay? You’ve been a little withdrawn lately.”

Seokjin smiled ruefully. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding his mental state, but maybe he overestimated his acting skills. “I’m a little worried about my grades,” he said. “I want to get a scholarship for a really good high school, but I can’t exactly do that if I don’t score well on my exams.

“If you were worried about your grades, you’d be whining about it,” Saem replied. “Try another lie. Or the truth. The truth is preferable.”

Seokjin hadn’t exactly lied. He did want to get a scholarship to a good high school, and he was worried about his exams, but he was also confident that he would be successful. At the very least, he had a backup plan, so no, Seokjin wasn’t exactly being honest. “I feel sick?”

��I don’t think you’ve matured that much in the past several months.”

Seokjin chuckled at that response. He could be more obnoxious and demanding than the little ones when he was sick, so he searched his brain for another, more believable story. It wasn’t that Seokjin didn’t trust his guardian. He trusted them to keep him safe and fed and clothed and sheltered, and he trusted them to be honest and fair. He trusted his guardian to treat him like a person, even when they lost their temper with him. He trusted his guardian to love him unconditionally. And Seokjin loved them in return. Part of that love meant keeping his guardian safe from his secrets.

“I…” Seokjin struggled with his words, unsure how honest he should be. “I’m worried about my old nanny.” That was enough of the truth, he thought. “I may have been in contact with her recently and… well, she’s kind of old. Older than you.”

“I’m going to ignore the old comment and focus on your nanny. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” said Seokjin, relieved that his distraction worked. “Just old, like I said. She’s still healthy as far as I know. I just worry.”

“Were you concerned that you can’t go see her?”

“She lives in Busan now,” said Seokjin. “That’s a little far for an after school trip.”

“We could all go during a break, if you'd like,” Seonsaengnim suggested. “The boys have been wanting to see the beach anyway.”

Seokjin frowned. The conversation wasn’t going the way he expected it to, and it was making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Kang Taerim. He missed her terribly. He just… Seokjin felt his heart drop in his chest when he realized: he didn’t trust her anymore. Whether he saw her in Seoul or Busan or overseas, Seokjin just didn’t trust his old nanny not to take him back to his parents, and that scared him.

“We can go to Busan,” Seokjin decided. “But I don’t want to see Taerim halmonim. I like our relationship the way it is now.” Even though Seokjin pretended the two of them hadn't grown distant over the years, he had to admit to himself now that the distance was good. He couldn't get kidnapped and taken back home if there was distance.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said.

"Any particular reasons?"

Seokjin frowned. As well-meaning as his caretaker was, he didn't enjoy their prying. When they pried, Seokjin had to debate whether he should lie or not. He didn't particularly enjoy lying. "A few. I don't want to talk about it."

His caretaker paused in their wiping down the faucet and fixed Seokjin with a hard stare. At this point in their relationship, it was a completely nonverbal argument, where his guardian analyzed his face and body language, while he tried his best to pretend he wasn't hiding anything. Seokjin doubted he was ever as successful as he liked to think he was, but he also appreciated that whatever his guardian found, they likely wouldn't bring it up. Yet.

“Okay," Seonsaengnim agreed slowly."I won't press it if you’re sure. Was that all you were thinking about?” They wrung out their rag and laid it in its place on the sink. Suddenly, all of their attention was focused on Seokjin. “Something tells me that’s not it.”

“That’s…” he considered his feelings, and what he was and wasn’t willing to talk about right now. It felt like something had shifted inside after realizing the uneasy feeling he had when thinking about Taerim halmonim was distrust. “That’s everything I’m willing to think about tonight, I think.”

“Will you come find me if you change your mind?” they asked, opening their arms. Seokjin felt relieved to be offered the hug he needed. He felt awkward about asking for hugs from his guardian when he wanted them. Seonsaengnim must have noticed how desperate he was because they squeezed him tighter than usual, and didn’t let go until Seokjin pulled back. He felt a little more settled inside, even if it still felt like everything had changed.

“I’ll probably come find you for help with math,” he said.

“You’ll fail if you did that, kid,” said his guardian. “I’m an English teacher for a reason.”

In his bedroom, Seokjin stared for a long moment at the textbooks laying on his desk. He really did need to spend an hour or two with his math formulas, or finishing his Korean assignments. It was the smart choice.

Instead, he crawled into bed with Jeongguk. His youngest brother was an excellent cuddler, and Seokjin could really use a teddy bear tonight.

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Collecting Strays series, previous, first

So, if the formatting is strange, I tried my best; between my outdated Chromebook and the tumblr website, I was fighting for my life. Hopefully, the text conversations came through alright and the timeline of events is clear enough. As always, my inbox is open for suggestions and requests, preferably for this series, but I might be open to other, preferably platonic, BTS requests.

#BTS #BTS scenarios #BTS fan fiction #BTS ARMY #kim seokjin #BTS Jin #kim seokjin scenarios #kid BTS #kid fic #gender neutral reader #reader insert #self-insert #Collecting Strays #DarkBalance #cross posted on ao3

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🍰💭🧸 for the ask game!! :3

Aaa!! Thank you so much for asking and sorry it took me so long to answer 😖🫣🎶🪽🍬🎆💗. Had to wait for my creative and gushy inspiration to be set alight in my heart first! Thank you for waiting so patiently 💗🧸

I wrote it about Jumin (JujuBear) from Mystic Messenger and I!

🍰 - ! Recently I made Earl Grey and honey tea cupcakes infused with orange marmalade for JujuBear. He usually prefers coffee or wine but while taking his first bite of it, he smiled so cutely! So boyishly and innocent; so unlike his usual stoic yet shy expression 💗💗💗😆🎆! He told me he was able to taste the sweetness of my love for him through my baking. Aaaa!!! JujuBear is so sweet!!

Juju, well. When we first met, 7 years ago; he had a chef (Juju is a corporate business heir to a very rich and outstanding family) that would cook him anything he ever wanted but after meeting me and us falling in love with each other, me cooking for him the first time.. ( I must add that I love and adore Juju for his heart, personality, soul, mind and looks the most! riches aren’t my priority. I, actually have more than enough money in real life so ^^; )

He was touched by the warmth and love that he was able to feel deep in his soul through my cooking and was determined to be able to practice cooking the most delicious romantic dinner date meal in secret so it would be a surprise for me.

Haha, Juju is adorable like that x’). He cooked his childhood favorite schnitzel parmigiana for us and made my favorite mixed salad with some cooked sweet potato slices. It made me happy to visit his place one night on our half year anniversary and be surprised by his romantic and thoughtful expression of love and consideration for me 🌟💞. There was romantic classical music playing in the background and he handed me the most gorgeous flower bouquet upon my entrance! I hugged him so tightly that night, seeing him so shy and anxious, discreetly observing my reactions and passionately express his adoration TwT !! Bless my JujuBear!!! He was basically tackled by my leap hugs and fluttery kisses! Hugging him, I could feel how both of our hearts raced like a motor engine on drugs; only that our drug was blissful honeymoon lovestruck adoration for each other 😍😌🎆🧸🍯🥰🤗

For dessert he made us his signature strawberry syrup pancakes with banana slices and I couldn’t help but sit on JujuBear’s lap instead of sitting in front of him >x<. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible! He gave me a back hug (he’s really tall! Like, 183cm and I’m 159cm) and fed me his pancakes. It was such a drunkenly sweet night, I adore my time spent with my HanniBunnyJujuBear!

💭- Juju @Me : ‘My angel, she’s so cute! My heart is literally exploding just seeing her adorable face, munching on candy like a lil bunny! Her everything is just so heart-meltingly sweet. I know she gained a bit of weight and is a little insecure but I just love seeing her satisfied smile and lil dancey-sways of joy when she eats the food she loves.’

Me @Juju : ‘Aaaaa!!!!! JujuBear 😍!!! Juju may seem stoic and a bit too serious to most people but gosh, his smile! So beautiful and radiant like the moon! and his heart that used to be so dark, sorrowful and lonesome; has regained its’ vibrant colors of childhood since we met. I’m so glad I fell for Juju! He was finally able to face his repressed feelings towards his parents and the people around him who only wanted to use him for his money, looks and fame…the aching void of distrust and sorrowful loneliness he felt since Rika died and his only childhood friend and found family best friend distanced himself from him…I just can’t help but care and wish to be there for my HanniBunnyHubbyBear no matter what and be his strength and comfort!’

🧸- Oh :0 ! Juju and I have been married for like 5 years and are living together, so right now I’m his sleeping pillow plushie. But he knows I’m a big plushie hoarder (I’ve literally got 30+ plushies sleeping with me in my bed) so whenever we go to a festival and we find a plushie that he can see makes my eyes sparkle with delight and interest; he is set on winning it for me! My JujuBear is not the best at the festival nor arcade games and doesn’t always win the plushie but on the off case that he doesn’t; he makes a custom made order plushie of my dreams from that same plushie company in order to make up for if [because I fussingly wouldn’t let him bribe the booth owner. It doesn’t align with the festival gaming spirit. He was pouty at my objections but relented (with a secret plan to surprise me with an even better custom plushie for our next romantic holiday)] - JujuBear loves callin me his SnowBunny or BlushieHun [because my face, when I’m with him and my other lover f/os, is often as red as a sweet strawberry. and the ‘Hun’ is a play on Jumin’s last name ‘Han’. I’m Juju’s Hannie(Honey)]

#Blessed Asks #Moonlit Longing #My Writing #My Gushing #🎁💗!

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