#so anyway i'm gonna eat some soup

[powderblueblood]

Ooooh lacy falls asleep watching a movie with eddie and he hears her having a sex dream

an: LMAO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! alright MINORS DNI i have no problem sending swarms of bees to your houses and also warning for somnophilia (kinda) and hands free ejaculation

first of all, who the hell falls asleep during the warriors?!

the gramercy riffs have just dedicated 'nowhere to run' by arnold mcculler to the warriors and shit is about to go down and your head is bobbing forward on eddie's worn-out couch.

he rolls his eyes at you-- really? "hey." a finger jabs at your knee from the opposite sagging end of the couch. "wakey-wakey. it's just about to get good over here."

"mm-- i'm awake!" you jump, but your eyes barely flicker back open, lashes all heavy and voice all loopy.

"tough day at the office?"

"you would not believe." he watches you struggle to muffle a yawn and pinch your cheeks to liven yourself up. "christmas returns. you remember all those old men that kept coming in and buying copies of the joy of sex?"

eddie guffaws lightly. "uh-huh."

"well, today i met their wives."

eddie mouths a little 'oh no!' and you chorus back 'oh yeah!' and even then, with your cheek shoved against the heel of your hand, he can see you're struggling for consciousness.

"lie down," he tells you. your brow furrows, because you're always more stubborn than tired.

"but the movie--" "fuck the movie. well, no, it's a great movie but just-- take a load off."

you sit up a touch straighter and eddie's about to give you shit about always being such a little pushback. but then you decide, "okay. just for a sec."

what he doesn't expect is for your head to land in his lap.

i mean, couches, opposite ends, you could have cozied yourself up against the slouching arm, but no. you decided to stretch yourself forward and settle with your head basically in his crotch. facing the ceiling. facing him.

eddie's breath shallows as you look up at him, your expression the closest thing to peaceful he's maybe ever seen you. you don't even have that little hitch between your eyebrows you sport like a uniform. looks like that night in his trailer, when he hid you away in his bedroom, which-- look, memory lane is not on the agenda for tonight.

"do me a favor?" you say, and your voice is this cracked little purr.

your hand blindly tugs at his, resting it on the crown of your head. oh. right. that hair petting thing. that thing he gets you to do when you're not being such a pill or he's worn you out from being such a pill. you're so nice with your fingers, see, pressing them against his scalp in a way that makes his whole body shiver. scratching a little sometimes-- a little too harsh sometimes, which makes him cringe away. but not because it hurts. because it... does other things.

eddie sighs, like it's really putting him out, like you do, and slides his fingers into your hair. but that's nothing compared to the sigh you let out.

fuck you. how can one little puff of air make him want to flip you over and mount you?

but he's trying to be normal about this-- he's trying so hard, because you're friends, right?

he doesn't think before he says it. "that feel good?"

"mm-hm," you mumble, hand sliding across your stomach, tucking under your breasts, getting comfortable. "mm-hm... careful of your rings, though."

"i'll be... i'll be careful."

"thanks, eddie." your fingers rise to brush against his tummy, some physical acknowledgement of gratitude that he's sure you mean as like, a nudge on the shoulder or a slap on the back or a high five or a fist bump but it sure as fuck doesn't feel like that.

especially when your fingers stay there, suspended in position as you've fallen asleep almost instantly. like stick a fork in you, you're done.

which is a relief. because less movement from you means less focus on you, which means eddie can pretend to watch the movie and pray away the halfsie that is nestled at the back of your skull.

problem is, you're awfully hard to stop looking at.

as your breathing deepens, his fingers slow and he just... watches you. the ascent and descent of your chest. the soft flicker behind your eyelids. the way your mouth parts ever-so-slightly. you're exhausted, but you're relaxed and he-- alright, fucking shoot him, he feels a little responsible for that? a little proud, okay? you're never relaxed. you're so high strung and sharp, but the edges of that seem to dull around him a touch. especially on nights like these.

eddie finally deludes himself into chilling out enough to tune back into the warriors, and then you make a sound.

it's a soft one, but enough to pucker your lips out of shape.

"ohmm."

eddie freezes, jaw winching. your fingers flick involuntarily against his stomach-- a twitch. a very dangerous twitch.

you make another noise and fuck him, if it doesn't sound like the first delicious note of a whimper. oh god.

and his fingers are still tangled in your hair. ruffling a little, breathing out heavily through his nose, he goes, "lace-- lacy," but it's zero response from you. just a hitch in those eyebrows.

and so lazily, so feline, he feels you sleepily nudge into his touch. if he didn't know any better (he doesn't, for the record, he's never known anything in his life other than this moment, if you really want to know), he'd think that was a sign to... keep going.

digits move against your scalp and he watches, unblinking, as your lips part. a sigh flies out, and not the kind you make when you're fed up with him, not the kind you make when you get a less-than-perfect grade or snag your tights or have a headache... not that kind.

different. sweet. the way he though you might sound, once all those defenses were smashed down. how much is it to rent a bulldozer.

his dumbass, age-old pajama pants are tightening by the second and they don't hide a fuckin' thing. how are you not feeling this.

well, whether you are or you aren't, he's still moving his fingers through your hair and you seem to like that and he's so, so happy, like he's so, so stoked but-- watching the breath hitch in your chest, watching the way your tits kind of slope out of the neckline of your shirt, watching goosebumps flash across your skin.

jesus christ, he can see your nipples through that thin little top you're wearing. tight and pointed, an illusion through the slinky cotton and binding of your bra.

eddie's teeth tighten into his bottom lip, his free hand gripping the back of the couch. this symphony of quiet, broken sounds coming out of you is a full extended play in and of itself, and he wants you on repeat. forever.

your hips lift the tiniest fraction. your fingers, still curled up by his belly, stretch and catch at his t-shirt.

"oh, fuck," eddie breathes, hoping he's quiet enough.

he's doing everything, and he means everything, not to move his hips even one iota even though his cock is crying out-- crying out for you, for your hands, for your mouth, for the crook of your fucking arm, anything so long as it's you.

"mmnm," you mumble, completely unaware, thighs rubbing off one another.

aching. dashing a wet spot right under your pretty, brilliant, terrifying, pretty head.

oh, fucking wake up-- feel me-- but don't, because what if the illusion shatters, what if the bubble bursts, what if you see him for the filthy fucking pervert that he is, getting off on watching you sleep. stroking your hair, making you make those noises-- the fucking sounds coming from those pouted, pillowy lips of yours.

he throbs, and your other hand jerks up to your chest, and his thumb strokes the right side of your skull and you moan. full-bodied. almost real.

it's so dangerous. he wants to turn you over and plunge his cock past your smartass mouth and weaken immediately because you're you and he's him and he will end up begging you to let him gloss your lips with his cum.

too much! way too much! eddie has to bite down on the shoulder of his own shirt as his body tenses, his balls tighten, his vision blacks out--

his eyes squeeze shut, hand freezing on your head. moisture spreads like guilt across his conscience.

fuck. fuck. fuckfuckfuck!

eddie's eyes snap open and he doesn't waste a second of time. he grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you up and away from him.

"wmwhatthefuck--" "--gotta piss. move."

but he sorely underestimates just how dizzy he's going to be when he stands up. he stumbles to the bathroom like keith richards getting off a ride at six flags.

"eddie?" you huskily mumble after him, and he's like, ready to kill you. ready to kill you. ready to give you a home lobotomy so you never say his name all needy and crackly and lovely like that ever again.

when he eventually slinks back, different pants on this time, you give them a pointed look. you're all criss-cross applesauce on the couch and he, like, fucking hates you and wants to carry you to his bedroom bridal style and tear off your panties in a single mouthful.

"costume change?" you ask.

"you snore like a coal miner, you know that?"

eddie's never wanted to fuck a coal miner before.

#powder room talk #deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth #hai brainrot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #so anyway i'm gonna eat some soup #l. doevski by powder

[hellyeahsickaf]

Welp

My food isn't even ready to be taken out and I feel like throwing up so fuck me I guess

#and I was so thrilled ugh fmlllll #what do I do with this and why didn't i just make a can of soup #i girlbossed too hard and got ahead of myself so I'm paying the price #i could try an edible but I'll just be out cold without being able to eat there's no point #I'm probably gonna try to have some anyway but UGH #chronic illness #chronic pain #disability #actually disabled #cfs #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #fibromyalgia #spoonie #me/cfs #cfs/me #pots #long covid #kms

[pamesjatterson]

due to the surgery I'm not supposed to eat anything that isn't soft (only soup, eggs, jello and applesauce) but I've been talking all day about how badly I want mcdonalds TELL ME WHY my parents just came home with mcdonalds for themselves and my siblings. why are they doing this to me

#I'm actually crying about this which is making me feel silly #I asked her if when I'm allowed to eat real food again she'd get me fast food and she said this was the last of her money #. so no #like actually what the fuck.. and they got me some fuckass chicken soup. like we don't have 900 cans of it in the pantry that #im gonna have to eat anyway for the next fucking week #like fuck man. I might be more emotional about this than I should be. but. sighhhhhh #might delete l8r

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Would be very not-pathetic of one of my pathetic men to put my food in the microwave for me to be helpful

#was gonna go straight to bed but made myself eat something bc i need to #things are. getting hard again but i think with me preparing to say no with an iron fist to work stuff it should get better #i have a mug of tomato soup and a big beef empanada so that'll be fine for now and i have some stuff i can have for breakfast #like yeah i needed all this in my paycheck but jesus christ this is no longer worth it #i need to like. pick up a hobby outside of reading. i need to DRAW i have been doing so little bc I'm so tired from work #bc my hours keep changing. i will shut my phone off on days off if that's what it takes to silence you people #anyways. thinking of either of my silly guys trying to figure out how a microwave works #shai speaks

[guccifrog]

WRONG NUMBER P16

matt sturniolo x f!reader

silly lil part 😛

y/n pov ☆

"hi, bitch!"I giggled as I walked into the familiar hospital room. It had been exactly two weeks since Matt woke up, but it felt like only yesterday. It took him at least three days to remember everything before the accident.

 The familiar scent of antiseptic and flowers filled the air, and his bed was neatly made, his favorite stuffed animal propped up against his pillow. 

"Miss me?"I asked as I shut the door behind me as I jokingly blew him a kiss. He glanced up at me, rolling his eyes but a small smile played on his lips. The IV in his arm was now gone, replaced by a thin line of Band-Aid, and he looked healthier than ever.

I took a seat at his bedside, placed the bag of food on the small table, and studied his face, marveling at how quickly he had healed. The bruises had faded, leaving only a faint reminder of the accident that had nearly taken him away from us.

"How are you?" I asked him, my voice gentle. "Feeling any better?" I leaned in, touching his arm lightly. He smiled up at me, his eyes meeting mine.

"I'm doing alright, I guess"He paused, looking away for a moment before turning back to me. "It's weird, you know? I feel... different. Like I can't shake this feeling that something's not quite right."

I frowned, concerned. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He hesitated for a moment before answering. "It's just... I keep thinking about the accident, and how close I came to dying. And now that I'm here, I feel like I should be grateful, but..." He trailed off, searching for the words.

I nodded, understanding. "It's a lot to process. Sometimes it takes time to adjust to big changes like that."

He nodded, looking away for a moment before turning back to look at me with a smirk " When did you get so wise ?" He asked teasingly. I rolled my eyes and crossed my hands over my chest "I've always been wise, you just never noticed."

He smiled and closed his eyes, resting his head back on the pillow. "So what's on the menu tonight?" He asked, changing the subject. "Oh, I got you some fried rice, chicken nuggets, and vegetable soup," I said, excited.

"I can't eat all of that." He protested weakly.

"Yes, you can." I insisted, handing him the plastic utensils. "You need to keep your strength up. Besides, I know you love fried rice Matty boy." I winked.

"I hate you" he sighed, faking a frown as he picked up a chicken nugget and popped it into his mouth. 

"Aww I love you too pookie" I giggled as Matt glared at me through his half-lidded eyes.

I pulled out my phone as Matt continued to eat, scrolling through social media and occasionally glancing up at him out of the corner of my eye. The silence between us was comfortable, and I found myself relaxing more and more as the minutes ticked by. 

"psst...y/n....Y/N!" 

"what- OUCH! Matt what the fuck?!" I rubbed my forehead in pain as he smacked me with a fork.

"You know, you really should learn how to pay attention." He said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Anyways I'm bored"He sighed.

I glanced at the time on my phone and shrugged. "Well, you've been up for a while now. Maybe you should take a nap?" I suggested, he shook his head. "what do you want me to do then?"I asked and he shrugged.

"I don't know, entertain me?" he replied with a grin. "Tell me a story or something."

"Alright, alright," I sighed, racking my brain for a good story, but I suddenly got a better one idea. "You know what? I've got something better" He raised his eyebrows curiously.

I pulled out my phone again, quickly scrolling to find the familiar App I was looking for. Once I found it, I looked up at Matt smirking" I'm gonna read you a story" I cleared my throat and began to read:

"he smiled softly at her, his eyes twinkling. "The truth is...I've always loved you y/n, my girl, It has always been you. I just never had the courage to tell you because I'm a pussy. You mean the world to me, and I don't want to lose you" Dominic paused staring into her eyes, trying to find the right words to say. He never thought this moment would cum, but he was glad it did. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, to cherish her, and to love-"

"what the fuck are you reading" Matt interrupted me, I glared at him "I'm reading you a Dominic Fike fanfiction motherfucker duh, now shut up and listen." I rolled my eyes and continued.

"She stared at him, her eyes filling with tears. "Dominic..." she whispered his name, her voice cracking. "I... I love you too." Tears streamed down her face as she reached out and took his hand in hers. "I've always loved you too, honey bunny cream pie sugar boo I thought-"

Matt snorted, interrupting me again. "Okay, you know what? fuck you" I said as I shut my phone. He grinned. "Then you're going to miss out on the rest of the story." I sighed, as I turned my head to the side refusing to look at him.

"come on, I wanna know what happened next" he whined, batting his eyelashes. But I refused to let him win. "No." I inhaled, trying to ignore his pleading look. But suddenly I felt his warm hand grabbing mine. I glanced at him, taken aback as he brought my hand up to his lips and softly kissed my knuckles. "Pleeeease?" he begged. 

I felt my stomach flutter as his lips brushed against my skin. My face grew hot and I could feel myself blushing. The way he was looking at me. It made me weak. 

"Fine," I sighed, knowing I was defeated. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to focus on the story. "Well...," I began, but I couldn't get the words out. I felt his hand squeeze mine gently, encouraging me to continue. "They kissed," I blurted out, my face still flushed. "And they never stopped."

"wow," Matt said unimpressed, his hand still holding mine, his thumb drawing circles on my hand. "what's next? they fucked?"He giggled.

I gasped, trying not to laugh at his comment. "Shut up!" He giggled, not taking me seriously at all. 

"I wouldn't be surprised if you read stuff like that at this point," He grinned wider.

"Matthew Bernard!"

"Yes panties girl?"

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[mowu-moment]

ranking food tokens by how much personally i want to eat them

- Throne of Eldraine -

i have reason to distrust this meat pie thing, not only because of its wails of anguish but it also seems to have burst a bit in the oven. still not honestly opposed, at least the dishes are clean. 5/10.

how does one unpeel a curly banana? why are there sliced-open fruits on what appears to be a stone in the woods? where is the light coming from? i'm going to be taken by the fae and it's not even gonna taste too good while i'm at it, these things look dirty. but idk i don't mind someone else taking the wheel of my life rn. 2/10.

again, concerns about the floor food, but at least it looks more like some deliverygirl got eaten by a wolf and dropped her basket than a trap. someone already took a bite, though, maybe i should leave it be. 4/10

i have been invited to the Goblin King's Feast and while i don't fully agree with his choices i will certainly partake. boar looks wonderful apart from the hair. 7/10

- Commander 2020 / Strixhaven Commander -

i'm pretty sure cattails are poisonous to humans (not to mention the actual poisons in there) so i unfortunately can't oblige gyome's swamp soup. that crusty bread looks pretty nice though. i'll pick this thing apart like high school cafeteria lunch. 3/10.

- Modern Horizons 2 -

i at least know who cooked this one, and i trust asmor a decent bit, but this is still food for demons, so maybe it's not too good for me. goddamn do i wanna know what it tastes like though. 4/10.

- Unfinity -

i'm considering these two together. as a filthy american, i am allured by these fat-filled foods, but as a lad with a tiny stomach, i doubt i could eat enough to feel good about not wasting it. astrotorium's about excess, goddamn. the only funfair burger i've had was the best thing i had eaten in months, but it also made me ill the rest of the day. i really do want some infinity fries though, those look like the golden mean between a steak fry and a curly fry. 6/10.

- March of the Machine Commander -

meanwhile this looks like a texture nightmare. like i respect it, i imagine it's filling and fulfilling, but i don't think i ever could eat more than a bite or two. bread looks a little worse than gyome's but only a little. 5/10.

- Lord of the Rings: Tales of Middle-Earth -

my white ass loves a charcuterie board. and i'm not going to be intimidated out of it by not eating enough, since it's all in snack-sized bits already. definitely gonna overindulge this sucker. i'm nervous about some of those spreads though. 9/10.

this looks like i'm in a dream, is it actively cooking? or still hot? i can't identify what's in that pan anyway. i'm leaving it alone out of respect. wouldn't mind a drink though. 2/10.

this is not food. for humans. 0/10.

- Wilds of Eldraine -

this is a king's feast i am properly intimidated by. i'm more into it than the Goblin King's, particularly that triple-layer blueberry pie or whatever that is, but i'm going to have to be as polite as possible lest i get a face full of flaming beer. 8/10

i'll probably be eaten before this can eat me, and it barely looks like food, but at least i go down with sugar in the mouth. 1/10.

ogh. that egg looks divine. the bread looks amazing, there's a full glass, i've got like beans or mermaid tears everywhere. we've even got seasonings back there. the best damn breakfast i'll ever have. 10/10.

i would still probably eat this over nothing. there's onion, at least. i will either be hexed or violently ill, but like i could at least get it down. and maybe the witchmother is testing my strength and she'll reward me after slurping an eyeball. a convenient lie to tell myself. 2/10.

- Doctor Who Commander -

y'know, four, i think i would like a copyrighted candy. they look sad and british, which is on point. but like it's not actively killing me like half of these. i think anyway. i don't know doctor who. 6/10.

what is this? i have no idea. custard? raw batter? giant dunkaroo? is he dipping fishsticks? it doesn't look like it's done cooking, like do we need to put it in a fryer again? i'd say it's inedible but it's not poison stew so i have to be nice. 4/10.

get AWAY from me. this is a PERSONAL vendetta. i would rather try to eat spiderwebs. plus he's already eaten half of it. -10/10.

- Fallout Commander -

i can't be too mean since this is literally apocalypse food. i think i prefer this over poison stew? like i recognize it at least, even if it's foul and moldy. man has to eat something. 3/10

i'm not convinced there's actual soda in here. is this just a perspective shot or is this a giant prop soda? i don't like cola anyway. again, worth it in an apocalypse i suppose. 4/10

this soda i trust even less. it glows? does this give me magic powers in the fallout world or does it just kill me slowly? i think it'll kill me slowly anyway. i need fluid to survive in apocalypseland but damn i hate for it to come to this. 2/10.

#mtg #i haven't had breakfast yet today so this is driving me a little looney

[thebearer]

I can see Carmy loving when you cook for him, even if you’re not the greatest cook. You could make grilled cheese and tomato soup and he’d devour it

oh god non, i'm having big thoughts about this one.

it's close to mikey's death date, and carmy always gets a certain way. either he buries himself in work to the point he can barely breathe bc he doesn't want to think about it, or he just refuses to speak to anyone. just recluses himself to be in his own misery and depression.

this year was the latter.

carmy had called out of work- well, not called out. he just didn't show up, which was unusual. you'd texted richie that morning and he understood entirely. the bear was successful, he was making mikey's dream a reality, and still, it hit him hard this year. he stayed in bed, just rolled on the side to look out the window, watching the rain pour down over the city.

carmy wasn't great with words, truly. he struggled to tell you how he felt, find the right things to say, so he would always bring you food as an apology or a way to show you he loved you. you recognized the gesture as an act of love, one that was constant. making your favorite meals, cooking for you in a celebratory way, "i made that recipe you sent me", or when you were sick. it was his love language, what he loved to do and what he was certain in.

you, while you were far from skilled the way carmen was, wanted to show how much he meant to you back. you knew he wouldn't want to talk, he would talk to you if he wanted, but you didn't want him to feel so alone. so you made the one thing you knew to make- a grilled cheese and tomato soup.

it was juvenile, a little silly. you used the sour dough bread and the three layers of cheese- a far cry from the white and american you always made before carmy- and heated up a campbell's soup on the stove, adding your own spices to try and spruce it like carmy would. it wasn't great, you knew that, not close to what he could make, but you put it on a tray anyways, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"carmy," you called softly, peeking into the still dark room, illuminated only by the grey skies spilling in from the window.

he rolled over, dull, blue eyes meeting yours in a half lidded, sullen expression. your heart fell. "i, uh, i made you some lunch, baby." you hummed, moving closer, the spoon rattling against the bowl.

carmen sat up slowly, looking at the contents on the tray carefully. you rolled your lip under your teeth. "it's, uh, it's not like fancy or anything." you said quickly. "it's just... when i used to feel bad, i-i would always make this and, um, i just thought you might like it too. or-or it might help but-"

"-thank you." carmen's eyes shined, looking up at you sweetly. "this is... it looks great." he swallowed around the lump in his throat, thick with emotion.

you beamed, looking down at your feet. "thanks. it's nothing, really. i just thought you'd want something." you muttered, running a hand over his greasy curls. "i'll, uh, i'm gonna finish the laundry but i'll-"

"stay with me." carmen looked up at you, eyes rounding so sweetly how could you possibly say no? "please?"

so you did. sitting next to him in the bed, stealing nibbles of the grilled cheese, muttering sweetly next to him. was it the best? to you, no. it needed more flavor and was not even comparable to anything carmen made. but to him? it was perfect. the best meal on earth. he'd eat it every single fucking day if he could because it came from you.

#carmen berzatto #thebearer #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fic #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group H, Round 3, Poll 4:

Propaganda under the cut

Nadja of Antipaxos

Gaslights her fellow vampires when she knows she's wrong, gatekeeps info from familiar Guillermo, girlbosses by running her own doomed nightclub

She is the Girlboss, but also Girlloser of the show. Turned her own husband into a vampire (taking charge in a male-dominated field!) And further, in Season 3 she came out on top when her and Nandor were fighting over who would truly lead the Vampiric Council. Opened her own Vampire Nightclub! (Which she embezzled to death but shhh!) As for Gatekeep, she definitely gatekeeps both vampirism (Guillermo) and her friendship (The Guide). Does hypnosis count as Gaslight? I'm gonna count it in because she does hypnotize a lot of people. I could go on and on, but anyways Nadja is an icon and a queen and I love her.

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

Artist: @starcanist

#round 3 #group h #What We Do in the Shadows #WWDITS #Nadja #Nadja of Antipaxos #nadja wwdits #wwdits nadja #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #ianthe tridentarius #cw ianthe tridentarius #ianthe the first

[seththemusehub]

cool. great. so, my monitor's on the fritz. the color on the bottom right has started to curl up and warp, and it's...slowly getting worse. on top of that, I'm gonna need food help again this month. I attempted to make things last, but there's only so much one can do with food stamps and eating problems. I tend to get sick of things if I eat nothing but This One Thing for a long period of time, and it's kinda happened to things like beans, soup, mashed potatoes, cottage cheese...ate myself sick of skittles too. as in literally sick, I was a teenager and ate an entire half pound bag of them and I still can't eat them to this day. they took starburst with them.

anyways, I'm apparently gonna need to replace my monitor soon, and I'm down to a handful of food items that I can barely stand to eat and will randomly gag while trying to do so. would super appreciate some help with it if anyone has a few bucks to spare.

PP: paypal.me/seththemuse

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Savanna Cleaner.

Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat well for a day. Teach a man how to fish, and he’ll never go hungry.

He'll clean up his plate, and the town along the way.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

He's up before the first crack of light hits the horizon. When the sun makes itself known, Ruggie is already halfway across town.

Sneaking is a specialty of his, learned from a young age. He darts along the savanna, quick as a whip, even when he's balancing several large containers. Their contents are as precious as gold.

His shadow ducks into alleyways and behind homes, hugging the darkness as the sun seeks him out. It was here where he would hide, waiting for easy pickings: gullible people to relieve of their wallets, rotten or meager scraps of food no one but the truly desperate desired.

Those days are long behind him now.

He passes a schoolhouse, a library, a park and a playground. All shiny and new, bearing shiny plaques. They had sprouted up years back, paid off by some generous benefactor. To liven up this place, they had said.

His destination appears along the road ahead. It's a building, simple and squat, with a similar plaque hanging by the entrance.

[The Sunbeam Community Center]

{Donated by Ruggie Bucchi}

He sneaks around, producing a hairpin from the breast pocket of his vest. A tool of his trade. Setting his containers down, Ruggie kneels and jiggles the pin around in the lock of the back door.

A minute later, and the door swings open without a problem. He enters, containers and all, placing them on the first free counter he spots. The instant his hands are freed up, a band of shrieks erupts from somewhere in the sun-streaked room.

“Get’im!!”

Small bodies rush at him from every direction, bursting out of cabinets and from behind furniture. They cling to his limbs, grip at his clothes, squealing for attention. Ruggie careens this way and that, body swaying from the extra weight thrown on top of him.

"Alright, alright," he groans, "I get it, you little brats! Get offa me already! How's a hyena supposed to get anything done like this?!"

"Awww, do we HAVE to?" one boy whines.

"But we haven't seen you in forever, Ruggie-nii!" a girl complains. "You're so busy with your fancy big-bucks job that you can't hang out as much as you used to."

"Yes, now off or no treats! We gotta fill our stomachs first before playing, right?"

At the promise of food, the children scrambled off of him. They collect in a sizable pack, all staring up at Ruggie with wide eyes.

Heh, always does the trick. He knows--at one point, he had been in their shoes.

"That's better." Ruggie adjusts his crooked shirt, then eyes the slum kids and street rats. Grimy, thin, sickly--that is how he remembers them. Now they've filled out a little more, their outfits well-fitting and clean. Some of them have a restored ruddiness to their cheeks, or a sheen to their tails.

Receiving the basic necessities tended to do that.

"Anyway, how'd you guys get in before the staff did? They must all still be snoozin' in their cots."

"Picked the lock," the kids chant.

"Then we hid and waited to ambush our prey!"

"... Great Seven, guess I'm a bad influence after all," Ruggie confesses. Tsk. They beat me to the punch. I was gonna be the one to surprise them. He doesn't linger for too long on it. "Eh, whatever. My conscience is light. Since you're all here, you might as well help me prep for tonight’s soup kitchen services."

"Whaaat? You said we'd eat first!"

"Yeah, eating and then playing!"

A slow, mischievous smile spreads on his face. "Huh, did I say that?"

"You diiiiid!"

He laughs. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I didn't forget." Ruggie slapped a hand on one of the main containers he had bought in. "Here's your surprise--had Granny help me whip'm up."

"Thanks for the grub!"

The children clamor, greedy hands sticking out to snatch up rings of fried dough--perfectly golden, crisp exterior and fluffy interior. Some were dipped in chocolate, others iced in sugar glaze or coated in a fine powder. The toppings varied greatly, from crushed nuts to rainbow sprinkles and freeze-dried fruits.

One donut after another is wolfed down, fingers growing increasingly sticky from the indulgence.

"Oi, oi, eat that fast and you'll get bellyaches!" Ruggie warns. "And save some for me, I'm hungry too!!"

He makes a dive for one, capturing it before a child's nipping teeth do. The hyena sighs before popping it into his mouth and breaking off a piece. He's still chewing when one of the kids pipes up.

"I'm jealous, Ruggie-nii! You get to eat yummy stuff like this every day and swim in a pool full of gold and jewels and thaumarks."

Swim in a pool full of gold, jewels, and thaumarks? Is that what they think the mega-rich do for fun...?

"Nishishishishi, I wouldn't say that--but it's definitely a way cushier life than what I had before." He absentmindedly licks off granules of sugar from his thumb and goes in for another bite.

Ruggie thinks of his grandmother--sweet Granny Bucchi, who speaks with a stutter and needs assistance shuffling from her bed to the front door. She's getting up there in age, but never lost her fierce spark.

At least she can live comfortably in retirement now.

"... Yeah, definitely a cushier life than before," he remarks.

"You have buildings with your name on it too!" another child says. "They only do that when you give a lotta lotta LOTTA money! I want a building named after me too."

"’N you still visit us," a third adds, "to give us gifts 'n stuffs."

Ruggie finishes off his donut and shrugs. “What else am I gonna do with my cash, burn it?”

I wouldn’t turn my back on this place and take off into the sunset.

He had been poor, but he had also been happy here in spite of that. Long days watching Granny work her magic in their decrepit kitchen, sharing scraps and tricks to the local troublemakers, making up games that didn’t need tools or money. Those were precious memories, forever immortalized in amber.

He crams a second donut into his mouth.

Man, when’d I get so sentimental?

“I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Ruggie-nii. How can I be like you?”

“I wanna know too!”

“Me too, me too!”

“C’mon! Pretty please tell us?”

Ruggie swallows. "Okay, squirts. You wanna know the real secret to success? Clean the gunk outta your ears and listen up.”

The kids leaned in, ears perked and bobbing their heads eagerly.

Ruggie pretends to look both ways, then leans in as well, making a show of dramatizing his announcement. "… You eat well, play hard, and work and study even harder! That way, you can make your own bright futures and keep spreading the wealth~”

“Aw, we have to study?”

“That’s what the school and the library’s for. Can’t live off of money taken from the pockets of rich folks—you gotta sustain yourself, cuz I might not always be here.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” Ruggie points out of the window, and to a sky brightening with sunshine. “One day, I’ll be a star too. Then it’s all up to you guys to send the same message to the next litter that comes along. One story from this generation to the next, and then to the one after…”

It’s how they tell stories in the slums, when they were too poor for paper and pencils. They had only words and the voices that spin them.

“… Oh, right. Speaking of that, how are you guys doing with your homework? I know you just started recently and it’s kinda tough getting into it.”

“Errr…” The kids worriedly glance at one another. Ruggie’s suspicions sharpen—this experience, so reminiscent of hunting down his dorm leader for missing assignments.

“You have been doing it, right?”

No one is brave enough to offer an answer. One girl at the head of the group blurts out, “Run!!” and sends the children into a frenzied panic.

They race for the exit, but Ruggie is quicker. He blocks the door and playfully snaps his teeth.

“Think you can escape?” A flash his teeth. “Try me.”

He’s having too much fun to let it be over this soon.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Ruggie Bucchi #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #I’ve been Dreaming… #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #twst anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary #twisted wonderland anni #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines

[radioisntdead]

You mentioned doing Susan and Reader type things, let me bring up to you:

Reader is Susan's adult child or Niece/Nephew. How do you think that would go? Would she be boasting them up like she does to Rosie or would she be nitpicking them all the time? You decide!

Good evening my dear! I'm gonna scream about Susan now, we don't see much of her but I adore grumpy old people characters (in fiction)

Let's start with child headcanons,

You POOR POOR CHILD, Susan definitely has a key to your home, did you give it to her? Probably not she's the type to MAKE a key, or pick the lock, look me in the eyes [?] And tell me this old woman doesn't know how to pick a lock,

She's definitely seen and done some shit in her [After?] Lifetime, you could be making dinner and she just breaks in strolls on in and starts going on about her childhood and it's just the most messed up Parent Susan lore, she also doesn't care for boundaries, doesn't matter who you are, your boundaries are being invaded, she doesn't like when others invade your boundaries through, only she can do that after all she's your mother! She assumingly birthed you,

Or picked you up from the side of the streets

I don't know how she acquired you

If you have a spouse, Mama Susan does NOT like them, doesn't matter if they're the king of hell or whatever, No one is good enough for her baby,

Heaven forbid if it's someone she already doesn't like, like Alastor for example.

That being said she wants grandkids, you don't have to spawn them, just pick one up off the streets I'm sure there are orphans in hell! Especially after extermination day

She's definitely the type to grab your cheek, squish it and just go "Have you been eating at all?!? Fucking skin and bones!"

Then she just gives you some poor demons leg to munch on, yum!

I feel like when she can make a mean cannibalistic meatloaf, but nothing else,

Maybe soup, but who can't make soup?

[I'm so sorry if you can't make soup, Don't worry I'll make you some so your not soupless]

She's definitely the type of parent to send you to your room without dinner, or keep you at the table until you finished up your meal, or smack with the cane

Honestly if we go with if she was alive in the 1800's {?} And not hellborn {also Susan DOESN'T HAVE A WIKI PAGE? GIVE OUR MEAN OLD LADY A WIKI PLEASE- /j}

Depending on your gender you definitely get raised differently, because sexism was horrid back then, woman didn't get the rights to properly vote until the 1920's, She was long gone by then.

if you're born a gal she's all

"Be more ladylike! No man will marry you if you act like this"

She loves you, and in her mind it's for your own good because society is NOT kind to those who act different than the status quo, she cannot spare you the same fate she got, she wishes you were born in a different time, in one where you'd have more freedom.

she'd lighten up after death because, you know y'all are dead, and man fuck social status that's dead now, she prefers cannibal town as to wherever you were during life

If you were born a lad then you got a ton of

"Be a gentleman! Don't be a dick, don't duel people!"

A son meant she got a pat on the back, she was capable of producing an heir, or whatever old timey crap was going on, she hoped you did NOT turn out to be a product of your environment.

I feel like she'd be very active in feminist movements back then from the shadows, she definitely earned her rights to be grumpy old lady

ANYWAYS THATS OFF TOPIC,

All in all, she's not the WORST mom, but she definitely traumatized you, I feel like y'all healed your mother-child bond in hell {that's a sentence I never thought I'd write}

NOW ON TO THE NIBLING {?} Niece/nephew

She's the single probably wealthy Aunt that probably killed her husband but no one can prove it, completely different from above, she did NOT have a child with niblings [I think that's the right term please correct me if wrong]

If she did have a offspring, congratulations your cousin is often compared to you and y'all probably have a strained relationship.

Anyways any time she sees you she either goes in for the hug and if rejected makes a comment about today's youth and respect, or she doesn't go in for the hug and rambles about today's youth being too touchy,

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this thing."

Susan when near you.

She gives great Christmas presents though, she just like throws it to you and says she got it last minute and then it's just like 200$ present,

Or if she REALLY doesn't like you, your getting one of those cringe tshirts that's like "look out ladies, I'm a gamer"

OKAY SO ANOTHER LOVELY ANON REQUESTED A THING WITH GRANDCHILD AND SUSAN I'M WORKING ON THAT NEXT, I'm gonna take a nap first though, Thank you for tuning in!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin susan #susan & reader

[spadecentral]

🥣 Bisque Break | Jade Leech x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: happy birthday @oepionie!!!

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: you escape from eating more of jade's mushroom soup >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none(?)

You had tried about seven of your boyfriend's mushroom dishes that afternoon. Now, there was nothing wrong with his food. He's an amazing chef! But, eating mushroom dish after mushroom dish had begun to become a bit... exhausting. So when Floyd randomly walked into the kitchen, you knew you had found your escape.

"Hey Floyd! How are you doing?"

"Shrimpy!!" he smiles, walking over to squeeze you.

"Floyd." Jade's voice cuts in, stopping his brother in his tracks. "Don't."

"Fiiiine," Floyd pouts, but he doesn't squeeze you. "Watcha doin'?"

"I'm making some new recipies," Jade smiles.

You had never seen Floyd so quiet before. So, you decided to use this moment as your opportunity to gain freedom.

"Babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a moment." you smiled as you slid off of your seat. "I'll be back shortly!"

"I'm gonna go with Shrimpy," Floyd smiled at his brother. "Can't have them getting caught up with the wrong people."

Realizing that this could ruin your opportunity of freedom, you quickly ran your mouth until you came up with a solution. "Floyd, why don't you uh— don't worry about— just... keep your brother company. I'll be back before you know it."

Sliding out from the door and sliding it shut, you made a mad dash for the exit in case Floyd had decided to follow you out anyway.

Under a tree, you choked on air as you breathed heavily. You had been running as fast as you could for the last ten minutes, and that was sure to take quite the toll out of you.

Leaning on the tree, you felt a pair of arms snake around your torso. You jumped, surprised, and stepped on your captors foot.

They didn't seem to pay any mind as they tightened their grip and kissed the top of your head. "My, my, you don't have to be so harsh with me."

In the midst of your panic, you realized that it was just Jade. "You absolute ass!"

"You love this ass," you could feel his mouth quirk up into a smirk.

You laughed, rolling your eyes at his comment. "Hell yeah I do."

>> twst taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @ghost-hyacinth | @oseathepebble | @ventisaircurrent | @epelys | @pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @ze-maki-nin | @booming-spam | @furoidoleech | @queerlordsimon | @kyraxiyn | @rayisalive | @menherasy

#twstnexus #jade leech #jade twst #jade twisted wonderland #jade x reader #twst jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade and floyd #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #@.twst.works

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 16]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

"Haneul, why are you so happy?" You asked, noticing how giggly the girl was as she drew with her crayons on the floor. You sat in front of her, making her look up.

"Wooyoung oppa is coming!" She grinned.

"Do you really like Wooyoung oppa so much?" You chuckled, reaching out to tuck the stray hairs behind her ears. She nodded her head with a big smile. Now, you didn't know how to tell her that Wooyoung might not come with Hongjoong.

To be fair, you did try to tell her that someone else was coming. But she obviously assumed that any 'oppa' that was visiting the house was Wooyoung.

"Let's have dinner first, baby. We can continue drawing later." You told her.

"No, I want to finish my drawing before Wooyoung oppa comes." She frowned and turned back to the paper in front of her.

"Baby, I promise you can come back to it later. You need food and energy to draw, don't you?" You tilted your head. She seemed to process your words and contemplate it for a while.

"I can draw after?" She asked.

"Promise." You pinky promised her. After that, you sat her down at the table and placed her bowl in front of her.

"Unnie, can I have a jelly after? ...Please?" She added the magic word a little later, remembering how you taught her. When she asked so nicely and with her cute face, you really found it hard to say no to her.

"Okay. Just one." You laughed. You took a jelly cup out from the bag and showed her how you placed it aside for her. She kicked her feet excitedly. Haneul wasn't a picky eater, she always ate what you gave her, which you were very grateful for. You sat beside her and ate your meal with her.

"You eat so well~" You complimented while stroking her hair. Only at the end, you helped her get the remaining pieces onto her spoon.

"Can I have more soup?" She requested.

"Of course. More rice?" You asked. She shook her head. You got the bowl and stood up, going to get her more soup. You made a mental note, Haneul now likes beef and radish soup.

"Here you go."

"Thank you." She said when you placed the bowl back down. You smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

DING DONG

"Oh, early." You stood up and wore your mask before you went to answer the door. When you opened the door, you saw Hongjoong and Wooyoung standing there with bags in their hands.

"Woah, what's with all this?" You asked, stepping aside to let them into the house.

"I was out and got some gifts for Haneul and you. I thought she might like some toys and clothes. Also, I was going to come alone but Wooyoung insisted on coming. I couldn't stop him." Hongjoong said, making Wooyoung glare at him.

"Yah, Hongjoong ah. Why are you acting so formal?" You scoffed, punching his arm, gesturing to all the gift bags on the floor.

"You're the first person I know who hits people for giving them gifts. And most of them are for Haneul anyway." Hongjoong stuck his tongue out at you.

"Of course I will come. I'm not gonna let you visit my princess alone. Speaking of, where is... My princess!" Wooyoung ran over to where Haneul was eating and picked her up to hug her.

"Luckily he's here. She already assumed he was coming, I wouldn't know how to break it to her if he didn't come." You laughed.

"Wooyoung, let her finish her meal first, please." You instructed. Wooyoung put Haneul bag down in her seat.

"Eat up, my princess." Wooyoung patted her head.

"I already ate but I cooked extra for you guys. Eat before we start working." You waved to both Hongjoong and Wooyoung to sit down. As Hongjoong took his seat, Haneul sent him a wary look. Hongjoong gulped, suddenly feeling nervous with the child's stare of scrutiny on him. You placed the dishes down.

"H-Hi, I'm Hongjoong. I saw you yesterday on the phone." Hongjoong gave a small wave.

"I'm Haneul." The girl mumbled in reply. Wooyoung stifled a laugh as he stood up to help you get rice for himself and the captain. You handed out the cutlery and sat down beside Hongjoong.

"Haneul, this is Wooyoung oppa's... brother!" You explained to her. Haneul looked at Hongjoong up and down before looking at Wooyoung.

"You don't look like brothers." She stated.

"Actually, people say your unnie and I are similar so we're like brother and sister. I used to have blue hair like her." Hongjoong corrected.

"That's impossible. I'm unnie's only sister. She doesn't have a brother." Haneul reasoned. You nodded, Haneul did have a point. You and Wooyoung laughed at Hongjoong's fallen expression.

"Doesn't mean you have sparkles like unnie on your ears mean you're unnie's brother." She added. By 'sparkles', she meant the multiple piercings you both had.

"But Hongjoong is still unnie's friend. And he's a really nice oppa." You reached out to ruffled her hair. Haneul just nodded her head, not really saying anything much to that. The two boys just dug into the small meal that you prepared.

"The soup is good. Like the one my omma used to make me." Hongjoong complimented.

"I like the spicy pork." Wooyoung said. That was the extra dish you made, afraid that there won't be enough food for them. Haneul didn't eat that since she wasn't a fan of spicy food.

"Oh, also I brought some white kimchi. I told my mum you have your little sister with you and she sent some over." Wooyoung informed.

"Wow, thank you so much. Haneul just started eating white kimchi and she absolutely loves it. Help me thank your mom, please." You bowed your head.

"They put a lot of sugar in the store bought ones. My omma sweetens hers with fruit so it's better." He said.

"Perfect." You laughed. Haneul finished eating first so you cleared her eating area and gave her the promised jelly cup. Knowing that the two were watching her, you did the dishes that were in the sink.

"We'll do the dishes later." Hongjoong said.

"I can't possibly have you guys do the dishes in my house." You scoffed."

"Weren't you the one who said that we don't need to be so formal? Come on, we're not strange guests. You already did the cooking so we'll do the dishes and just leave them on the rack." Wooyoung insisted. You knew you wouldn't be able to beat the two of them so you gave in despite feeling unsure about it.

"Unnie, shall we give Wooyoung oppa a jelly too?" Haneul tugged on your sweater. She tried to whisper to keep it a secret. You nodded and followed her to the fridge.

"Baby, it would be nice to give something to Hongjoong too. He likes yoghurt a lot." You said softly.

"Really? He likes yoghurt too?"

"Mhmm. Just like you." You tapped her cheek. She thought about it before nodding and reaching out for a yoghurt tube. You took a jelly cup out of the bag and handed it to her.

"Yoghurt for Hongjoong oppa and jelly for Wooyoung oppa." She peaked over the dining table, slipping the two items beside the boys' bowls.

"Really? Thank you, Haneul ah." Wooyoung said with exaggerated awe. Haneul had a shy smile on.

"You're so kind. Do you know I love yoghurt?" Hongjoong asked. Haneul nodded her head, running to you to bury her face into your thigh shyly.

"Why are you acting shy?" You laughed, stroking the back of her head. While Wooyoung and Hongjoong finished their dinner and did the dishes, you sat with Haneul, accompanying her as she finished her drawing from earlier.

"I need to make one for Hongjoong oppa now. Or else he will be sad that he doesn't have one." Haneul told you, setting aside the one she drew for Wooyoung and taking a new sheet of paper.

"That'll a great idea, baby. I think he will really like that." You pinched her cheek.

"Unnie, what's all that?" Haneul suddenly pointed to the stack of paper bags by the front door.

"Those are from Wooyoung and Hongjoong." You explained.

"Done." The two finished the dishes and came to sit with you and Haneul. They brought over the paper bags to show Haneul what they bought her. There were toys, shoes and clothes.

"You guys! Why did you buy so much?!" You scolded. Haneul didn't mind, she was over the moon as all the pretty clothes and new toys she had to play with.

"You must always spoil daughters. Right, princess?" Wooyoung grinned, tapping Haneul's cheek.

"But she's not your daughter. I swear, you met her a few hours ago and you're already wrapped around her finger." You scoffed at how lovestruck Hongjoong looked. He leaned back on his hands, watching her prance around in one of the dresses he bought her. Both Wooyoung and Hongjoong just ignored you.

"They bought you so many presents, baby. What do you say?" You prompted. Haneul giggled and ran over to hug them, giving them each a kiss on the cheek.

"Ugh, she's so cute." Hongjoong held his heart and fell back, making Haneul laugh.

"I was like that when I first met her too." Wooyoung completely understood what the captain was feeling.

"Let's start working or we'll never get anything done tonight. I'll come put Haneul to bed when it's time for her sleep." You said after checking the time.

"Have fun." Wooyoung waved. Hongjoong pouted, unhappy that Wooyoung got to play with Haneul, as you grabbed his jacket and dragged him to the room to work.

"I didn't know you like kids so much." You raised an eyebrow as you closed the door.

"I'm not crazy over them like Wooyoung and San are. But she's super cute and I think I have a soft spot for daughters, seeing her in the dress I bought just melted my heart." Hongjoong said.

"Your future daughter will have you on your knees then." You chuckled and Hongjoong nodded his head with a laugh of agreement. He took his laptop out from his bag and sat in the spare chair beside you at the desk.

"This is what I've been working on for the track, I added some piano overlay using the MIDI." He played for you the edits. You bobbed your head, listening to it.

"I like that." You nodded.

"And these are the lyrics I wrote for the chorus. Mingi is still working on the rap portion and the bridge." He said.

"How is Mingi? I haven't spoken to him in a while, being busy with Haneul and all that." You asked, trying to remain nonchalant. Honestly, you missed Mingi quite a bit and you missed talking to him.

"You haven't spoken to him at all?" Hongjoong tilted his head. He meant it as a genuine curiosity.

"No... But I'm sure he's just busy." You rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hmm... Well, he's been working on his lyrics a lot. And some of his own producing in his own studio." Hongjoong recalled. You nodded your head.

"Back to this, let me listen to what you have recorded so far?" You changed the subject back, thankful your mask could hide your face now. Why did it hurt to remember that every member has reached out to you except Mingi? The last time you spoke to him was when you first had Haneul over and he called you.

But like you always do, you pushed your feelings aside and focused on the work in front of you. You and Hongjoong were even able to do some recording and experiemental adlibs.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Come in." You and Hongjoong paused the music. Haneul ran in with Wooyoung behind her.

"Hey, baby." You greeted. She ran past you, boldly climbing into Hongjoong's lap. Hongjoong was quick to hold his arms out to steady her and catch her if she fell.

"I drew something for you!" She told him excitedly, handing over the piece of paper.

"Wow! For me? It's beautiful, Haneulie." He said as he looked at the drawing. It was a picture of him, judging by the figure with the blonde hair

"You like it?" She asked.

"I love it. Thank you." Hongjoong hugged her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while giggling. Wooyoung got his phone out, taking a picture of Haneul animatedly talking to Hongjoong about her drawing while she sat in his lap with his arms around her waist.

"That's so cute. Send it to me?" You looked over at the screen. Wooyoung gave you a thumbs up. After letting them talk for a bit, you decided it was time for Haneul to sleep.

"No... But I want to stay with Hongjoong oppa and Wooyoung oppa." Haneul pouted as she whined.

"They'll come play another day, hmm?" You bent down in front of her.

"No... I don't want that." Tears welled up in her eyes. Haneul rubbed her eyes but you grasped her wrist gently to stop her.

"Don't cry, baby." You said, wiping her fallen tears with a tissue instead. Haneul was still a kid and you knew that you couldn't give into her staying up any later.

"What about Wooyoung oppa put you to bed? I'll read you a bed time story." Wooyoung coaxed.

"How about that?" You were fine with Wooyoung doing that. As long as it got her to sleep. Haneul nodded her head, albeit unwillingly. Hongjoong hugged her and kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight, sleep tight. I'll come and play with you again soon." He patted her head. You momentarily left the studio to get Wooyoung a set of Haneul's pajamas and showed him where her toothbrush was. He knew what to do since he helped his mother with his younger brother before.

"I'll come when I'm done with work, baby. Goodnight." You gave a hug before she held Wooyoung's hand again. You mouthed a 'thanks' to him as they left the room.

"I'm not good at dealing with the meltdowns and tantrums yet." You sighed as you sat back down.

"It's not easy... It'll take time, Indigo. You're doing great things for her and raising her well enough." Hongjoong patted your shoulder.

"Thanks for saying that. Now, where were we?" You turned back to the computer. There was a lot of guilt that you felt when it came to raising Haneul. But you weren't going to get into that now.

When you and Hongjoong finally decided to call it a night, you realised that it was nearing 3am.

"Wooyoung, let's go-"

"Shhh." You shushed him. After shutting the systems down, you and Hongjoong came out from the studio to find Wooyoung laying on the couch, fast asleep, with Haneul on his chest.

"That's adorable." You took a picture of them. You carefully stepped over and took the fallen book that was near Wooyoung's hand to put it aside. Haneul would always get fussy if she was woken up so you didn't know how to move her.

"How should I...?" You tilted your head.

"I can come back for him in the morning." Hongjoong shrugged, completely fine with just leaving Wooyoung there like he was some puppy or pet.

"No, that's bad for his back. I don't want him getting hurt especially since he has so many dance schedules." You said.

"Do you want me to carry her?" Hongjoong offered.

"It's okay. I'll move her to the room quickly." You took a deep breath. Luckily, Haneul didn't seem too disturbed as you picked her up and brought her to the room. She did whine as you laid her down.

"Shhh... It's okay." You whispered, rubbing her back to coax her back to sleep. You put her bunny in her arms.

"Thanks again for coming. And for looking after Haneul, Wooyoung." You said to the half asleep Wooyoung and Hongjoong. Wooyoung shook his head.

"My pleasure... Anytime..." He yawned.

"Be safe on your way back." You walked the two to the door as Hongjoong steadied the sleepy Wooyoung, who almost fell over when wearing his shoes. As they left, you poked your head out to watch them until they disappeared into the lift. You let out a tired sigh and closed the door.

"That was a good session." You smiled to yourself. With that, you turned off the lights outside and changed into your own pajamas. You washed up and crawled into bed with Haneul.

"I love you." You whispered.

"Ugh." Mingi fell back onto the couch with a sigh. He had been trying to bury himself in his work for the past few hours but it wasn't working out.

Honestly, he would never admit it but he missed you. He hadn't seen you in so long and the only thing/ person in his head was you.

'Hey, Indigo. How have you bee|'

That was the message that remained in the text bar for the past week. Although Mingi wanted to know how you were, he felt nervous about starting a conversation with you.

"Yah, Mingi ah. Go home. It's late, you've been here for hours." His hyung poked his head in.

"But-"

"Just go." His hyung didn't even let his protest before chasing him out of the studio space. Mingi sighed, adjusting his bag over his shoulder before calling his manager to come pick him up. His hyung probably knew he wasn't even being productive anymore.

"Hey, hyung. Thanks for getting me so late." Mingi greeted as he climbed into the van. He sunk into the seat immediately, taking his cap off and ruffling his hair.

"No worries." The manager said. Just then 'It's Been A While' by Loco feat. Zion.T started playing on the radio.

'오랜만이야 웃음만 나와 거울 같아 너를 보면 어린 시절 내가 떠올라 오랜만이야 오랜만이야 손가락을 접어 이게 얼마 만이야 언제 봐도 넌 어제 본 것 같아'

Mingi shook his head as he let out a soft scoff of disbelief. How apt that this song is playing? Still, Mingi softly rapped along, knowing the lyrics by heart.

"You can tell that she was raised by Indigo. Or rather, is being raised by Indigo."

"Right? I told you she was cute. Luckily I went along to take care of her, seeing as to how you guys ended up producing for hours." Mingi heard Wooyoung and Hongjoong's voices as he entered the dorm. What were they still doing awake at this hour? And Mingi was sure he heard Hongjoong mention you.

"That is why Indigo is stressed... She wants to be there for her but her work takes a lot of time away. I understand that though, it's not easy as a producer." Hongjoong sighed.

"But she's already doing a great job." Wooyoung said softly.

"That's what we think, it doesn't matter as long as Indigo thinks differently." Hongjoong replied.

"Should we suggest her to move closer to us? I'm sure we can ask KQ to get a smaller apartment or something. That way, we can help her and she can build a bigger home studio." Wooyoung suggested.

"We can't just ask her to pack up and move right after she invites us into her home. Also, her current situation is only temporary, remember? And she's not officially a KQ employee. I don't want to put her in a tough spot."

"Well, let me know when you're going over again, I'll tag along if I can and help out." Wooyoung said.

"I will. I'm sure she would appreciate you helping while she's working." Hongjoong agreed. Mingi decided to make himself known. He saw them still in their outside clothes, which means they just came home.

"Oh, Mingi ah. Just came back from the studio?" Hongjoong asked. Mingi nodded his head.

"You guys went out?" Mingi asked back, trying to sound like he had just entered the house and wasn't eavesdropping.

"Schedule." Wooyoung replied.

~

Series Masterlist

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop series #ateez #ateez series #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #idol!ateez #ateez imagines #ateez mingi #song mingi series #song mingi scenarios #song mingi x reader #song mingi #mingi series #mingi scenarios #mingi x reader #mingi #mingi x y/n #mingi x you

[gourdkeeper]

Hi, tysm for your amazing Jamie fics 💗

I was thinking about a fic where Jamie sees Fem!Reader with Luke, whether it be catching a bite to eat, or sharing a hug or something, and Jamie takes it completely the wrong way and thinks there is something going on. Queue the issuing fight between Luke and Jamie!

Tysm again, best Jamie fics ever! 💓

Arghhahdhsks thank you!! I wouldn't say they're the best tho, Jamie got quite a few great writers <3 also damn!! First non smutty request! Enjoy!

Content warnings: jamie is really fucking jealous in this, violence, swearing, fem!reader, jamie is possessive once more, luke is just a perfect friend but he gets heated up too, reader doesn't put up with crap either

Word count: 1648

The sun was shining bright, there was a faint breeze in the air and the streets were bustling. It was the perfect day to grab a bite with a friend. And that was just the plan for today.

You invited Luke to hang out after working out together and he was overjoyed, accepted immediately. He likes you a lot as student, you're always eager to learn and you don't back down from a challenge, besides, you're really good company and friend. Luke likes playing video games a good deal and so do you, so every now and then you visit an arcade together or just play something online.

It's nice! Him and Bosch were your first friends when you first moved here and naturally, you cherish them a lot.

You walked through the park at first, it's a nice place nearby the academy and made way to the main streets.

Luke wanted pizza. Again.

"Luke please I'm gonna be sick of pizza at this rate." You huff at him and he just shrugs his shoulders at you.

"Getting sick of perfection? Couldn't be me-"

"You've eaten pizza the last time. And the time before that. And the one before too."

"Ok fine, what do you want instead? Burger?"

You can't help but laugh, how does this guy keep his physique when all he eats is junk.

"I don't know? Maybe we can grab some street food instead? The weather's nice and all!"

"Sweet! Sure, there's the pizza stall-"

You punch his shoulder in jest.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

You both joke around and end up settling on going to Chinatown, there's a new joint you wanted to try for a little while now and you were craving some ramen and soup truth be told.

Luke's stomach is growling and he starts mumbling about how he's gonna need to order the entire menu.

You suggest to take a starter to eat on the spot while you wait for the takeout order to be finished.

---

It's been a godawful day. His eyeliner isn't perfectly even. Just as he went out a bus splashed mud all over his pants. Then he got harrassed in the subway when all he wanted was to mind his business. Ugh.. he's sick and tired of the good-for-nothing brutes that keep taking over the city. It's even worse when the weather is good. The streets become packed. People bump into him. Thugs will try picking on him simply for being a "pretty boy".

And then there's the issue at hand, he wanted to grab some lunch and every damned place is full, bursting at the seams.

Jamie feels like he can't catch a break.

He decides to just call it a day. He'll just cook himself something much better anyway. "If these losers want to waste upwards to an hour in a queue they can take the L." He thinks to himself.

He's not aware that his day is about to become even worse.

He stops in his tracks just as he cuts the corner to go in his apartment.

"Luke?! What the hell is this douchebag doing here?" He stares for a bit and as Luke moves he notices someone covered by his wide silhouette. "...No way."

His thoughts are racing. "Now why, *today* of all days, is this joke of a man here and with *my* girl? What does he think he's doing? In *my* turf of all places."

He observes with a vein nearly popping at his temple as Luke extends a spring roll to your mouth and you happily take it. His blood boils as he sees you being all buddy-buddy with his rival. Trading smiles. Laughing at his lame jokes. The idiot even has the audacity of touching your face to wipe away a bit of food? How fucking dare he? How fucking dare he put his hands on you?

Jamie's fuming, any more anger bubbling in him and smoke would be coming out of his nose.

He spots the vendor calling them over to hand them take out boxes and bags. Huh? They're not gonna finish eating here? What? Is he intending on stealing his girlfriend away? Take her home? Nah, he ain't letting this slide.

He pulls and rolls up the sleeves of his yellow jacket and starts walking towards you and Luke. Head low, glaring through his brows and teeth bared.

"Oh Jamie hi!" You notice your boyfriend approach and wave, you didn't expect to run into him but you're always happy to see him.

"Jamie? Is everything ok?" You find his lack of response odd.

"Huh?" Luke turns around, spring roll still halfway in his mouth.

Expressing his initial confusion was all he had time to do before the long haired man pulled his arm back and swung at him. Fist landing right on his face, sending him backwards a few steps and making him spit the food out.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR BRO?" Luke doesn't understand what prompted him to this.

"Don't even start with the "bro's", I'm ain't no bro of yours." He spits at the ground directly in front of the blond. He's ready to throw hands.

"Jamie?!" You're caught completely off guard, why the hell did he do that? You rush to your friend, "Luke are you okay?"

He pushes you away lightly. "You might want to step aside. I'll deal with this."

People starts gathering around curious.

"Oh yeah? Why is that? Got tired of her boyfriend? Was I not enough?" Jamie snarls, "Or are you just trying to steal her away from me Mr. Perfect?!"

They push each other back in turns.

"What?!" You're incredulous, but... Kind of entertained at the same time?

"Is your girlfriend not allowed to have friends now?" Luke retorts.

"Not with dipshits like you, you fuckin' meathead loser."

"Oh I'm the meathead?! I didn't walk in here swinging. Peacekeeper my ass, that's the damn opposite you-"

"Watch your fucking mouth army boy."

"Or what?"

Their foreheads are almost pressing at each other and you decide to intervene before they both go fully at it and thrash the street.

"Both of you knock it off! What the hell is going on?"  You slide in the middle and push your boyfriend away. "Back off Jamie, what is this all about?! You too Luke, back off!" They hardly move.

Luke tries to put his hand on your shoulder to get you to get away and Jamie slaps it off.

"Touch my girl one more time and you're eating concrete."

"Jamie! Luke is my friend, he's not doing anything wrong-"

"Oh is that so? Sharing food while giggling to each other? Right in front of where I live?"

"...we were just grabbing some food? Like...how friends do?" You can't believe you need to explain how friendships work to your partner. Is he really that jealous? Or is it just because it's Luke?

You heard that they don't get along before but this is a whole other level.

"Touching your mouth?"

"For fuck's sake this is ridiculous-" You can hardly believe this.

"Don't worry, that's what he does best, being ridiculou-" Luke can't even finish what he's saying before another punch comes flying in his direction.

He straightens up and launches himself at Jamie.

You quickly step away, trying to avoid being hit on accident.

Luke isn't holding back. He's holding Jamie by the jacket's collar and punching freely until Jamie manages to stick his foot on the other's abdomen and kick him off.

"If you both don't knock that off right now I'm going home."

They ignore you, more focused on fighting than on you.

"Fine. Have fun, get a room while you're at it." You walk off, huffing. "What the hell is their deal..." You mutter to yourself as you walk home alone.

---

A few hours have passed when you get a text from your dear coach.

"Hey, sorry about today, I'll pay lunch next time. Hope you're not mad at me."

You're not mad at him, I mean, he didn't really do anything wrong, he just refused to take shit.

There's a knock at the door.

"Babe, are you home? I'm sorry!" Jamie is yelling from outside.

You take a deep breath and go to open it.

Yikes... he looks like roadkill.

You keep your head low and you let him walk in.

"...I'm sorry about today." He takes his hands from behind his back and pulls out a small bouquet of flowers. "I know it doesn't make it right but..." He hands them over to you.

"Jamie... What was all that for?" You accept the flowers and you take a hand to his face, his lip is busted and eye swollen, it looks like it hurts.

"I just... I just thought that you two were being too close and that...you know."

"Luke and I are friends, I know him for longer than I know you, if I wanted to be with him like that I would have done it before. You can trust me."

He clearly feels stupid. He knows his actions were irrational and brash. Amplified by the bad day he had of course, but it doesn't excuse it.

"I know I can trust you... I'm sorry."

You crack a smile and laugh.

"W-why are you laughing..?"

"It's kinda cute-“

"What is-?"

"That you're soooo insanely jealous."

"Lies. The great Jamie Siu doesn't get jealous of anyone." He's struggling not to laugh himself, fully aware of how silly he sounds.

You hold his hands and kiss his cheek.

"I'll forgive you..."

His eyes light up.

"... If..."

"If?"

You smirk at him.

"You also apologize to Luke. I think he deserves flowers too."

He shakes his head laughing and clicks his tongue, "Tsk, I'm not giving that guy any flowers."

You raise your brow at him.

"Okay fine! Flowers for the scoutboy it is, ugh..."

#jamie siu #luke sullivan #street fighter 6 #jamie siu x reader #sfw #gourdkeeper #requests #reader really wants to put them in the “get-along shirt” lmao

[vargamornight]

angel and spike's relationship and their eligibility for the shanshu prophecy have got my brain on puree and i'm tossing episodes in one at a time

when spike was first turned, immortality was a gift. he could live forever! the first goddamn thing he did was go to his mother and turn her. he told dru the three of them can travel the world together! it didn’t go well, but that was okay, because he still had dru, and she was his everything. she was his whole world, his sire, the woman who gave him life. she was his destiny. spike-as-william was perfectly content to just live with drusilla, and angel and darla, because he loved dru, and she loved them. they were family, they were his home, and that was all he ever wanted. just somewhere to belong.

and that pissed angelus right the fuck off. angelus, whose first act as a vampire was to kill his father, whose love for darla was more like rage, who took every opportunity to slaughter and bathe in the blood of innocents, could not fucking stand that this guy was just like "hahaha that was so funny when you killed that guy. anyway, i think i'm just gonna go hang out with dru." angelus didn’t want love, or peace, or contentment. he wanted to rip heads off of shoulders, eat babies, and rape teenaged girls. seeing spike so well adjusted made him genuinely angry, so he did something that he knew would ruffle spike's calm: he slept with dru.

ever since then, they've hated each other. angel literally started it, but neither of them was ever particularly kind about their retaliation. angel tortured spike emotionally and psychologically for like a hundred years, and spike had angel physically tortured for like, three whole hours for information, plus spike definitely went after buffy (in more ways than one) just to piss off angel. but even without a soul, spike was never anywhere near as bad as angel. not even close.

so angel gets a soul. it's an enormous burden, because of how much of a shitstain he's been for the past 150 years or whatever, and he suddenly is capable of guilt again. it's a curse.

(but then he sees a 14 year old girl, the one girl in the world who might put him out of his misery, and he, a 27-slash-200 year old man, literally immediately decides he's in love with that 14 year old girl. okay dude. sure.)

angel becomes a good guy and joins the fight against evil, instead of just eating rats and not dying, because he wants the girl to like him. she does, they bang, he loses his soul again, tortures her psychologically, kills some people, gets sent to a hell dimension, gets out, and leaves. honestly, can't blame him for that one.

angel leaves buffy voluntarily so that he won't/can't hurt her by being a shitstain without a soul again.

and then there's spike. spike basically just noodles around, delivering threatening monologues from rooftops while watching one protagonist or another, and it's very cool and scary until it's time for the dastardly plan to kick in, at which point everything immediately falls apart like a cartoon car with no bolts, leaving spike blinking comically, holding a steering wheel and sitting on air. spike refers to angel as a drama queen several times, and he's not wrong, but he is very hypocritical.

spike gets to sunnydale and goes after buffy for fun, fails terribly, then succeeds at kidnapping angel, who he needs because dru, the light of his life, his moon and stars, his effulgent beauty, his destiny, is not feeling well and he needs the blood of her sire to heal her. that's it. no real ulterior motive, no "i'm gonna getcha" threats, just. business. his wife is sick and he's getting her magical chicken noodle soup. it just so happens that the chicken in said soup is angel, and spike has no problem with that.

then he continues noodling around, tortures angel about a ring, fails terribly, goes back to sunnydale, and immediately gets caught and collared by the literally underground military group operating out of a california college campus. and then he can't hurt humans anymore without getting a migraine, and he's the world's biggest baby, so he is effectively neutered from here on out.

gradually, he learns to be less of a shithead, and falls for buffy the real way, the long way, the hard way—he sees her, and he knows her, and he learns to respect and love her. he is dogged in his pursuit of her. relentless. because even when she tells him to back off, she kisses him right after. she's putting on a show for the benefit of her own pride, and he knows that, and he understands, because he believes it when she says he's beneath her. he knows it. he's not good enough for her, and he never could be.

but he could be better.

so he leaves. he goes and gets his soul back. he fights tooth and nail to get it, almost dying several times in the process. because he's not being cursed with a soul—he's earning his. he's proving, once and for all, to himself, to angel, to buffy, to everyone, that he is better than what everyone thought he could ever be.

and, just in case anyone had any doubt, he goes back to sunnydale and he does the one thing angel could never do: he gives his life to save the goddamn world. burns up, knowing he's leaving buffy behind, knowing there's no coming back from this. knowing, ultimately, this is the only thing worth doing. he dies, not for buffy, but because it's the right thing to do.

and that pisses angel off, too.

he's like, why the fuck should it be so easy for him? all he has to do is die and now suddenly he's a hero? a champion? angel's spent a thousand years suffering! that has to be worth more! that has to mean he's the better man! because if he's not, if spike can be weighed against angel and find a balanced scale, then he suffered for nothing! and spike barely suffered at all! (factually untrue, but angel doesn't exactly see clearly when it comes to his protege) so, no. he does not keep his cool when it turns out spike is eligible for the shanshu prophecy just as much as angel

and the reason for all of angel's dumbfuck behavior is made all too clear when he tries to convince spike not to claim the shanshu prophecy for himself: "it's a burden. a cross. you have to live."

diagnosis: terminal catholicism

angel is catholic and spike is not and that's why all of this happened the way it did.

p.s. also: SPIKE WITH A SOUL WAS NOT A DIFFERENT MAN THAN THE SPIKE WITHOUT A SOUL WHO LEARNED TO BE GOOD. he put the fucking work in, he just needed it to be official. like a high school diploma. "went through hell and here's the proof."

p.p.s. also: the initial angelus getting mad was because angelus totally wanted to fuck spike, took him on a date, and spike bailed to hang out with dru, so angelus had revenge sex with dru. canon.

#btvs #angel the series #spike btvs #angel btvs #spuffy #spangel

[flwoie]

꒰ 🎧 ꒱ FOR LOVERS WHO HESITATE — J. WY.

・🎵・ SUMMARY > Just like in movies, you encounter your ex boyfriend. But why are you drawn to him again?

❥ PAIRING > ex bf! wooyoung x gn! reader

❥ GENRE > fluff, a little bit of angst (i promise you, u won’t cry), implied right person wrong time, exes to lovers

❥ WARNINGS > mentions of a break up, thats pretty much it

❥ NOTE > THIS WORK IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN THIS DO NOT REFLECT WITH THEIR ACTUAL LIFE AND CAREER. THIS IS A NON-IDOL ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

❥ SONATA SPEAKING > I ACTUALLY STARTED CRINGING WHEN I WROTE THIS. anyways this is my submission for the @kflixnet exchange event !! hii eris (@tranquilpetrichor) i’m your “secret santa” for the event, i’m glad i tried writing for ateez and i hope you’ll enjoy this work (cause i didn’t 💀)

❥ WORD COUNT > 0.7k

You watch your friends figure out what movie to watch. It was midnight, and you decided to invite your friends over for a sleepover. You watched the TV as your friend scrolled through the list of movies.

“I’m gonna get us some food,” you said as you stood up to go to the kitchen.

You opened the cabinet to find nothing. Checking the fridge, you find an almost empty carton of juice and your sibling’s leftover soup from a week ago. There was nothing to eat.

You reasoned, "Might as well buy something." You grabbed your jacket and left the house. You went to the local convenience store and thought about what to buy. You went to the snack aisle to find whatever you could find. Just chips and sweets are fine. You grabbed a few bags of chips and candy and went to the checkout. You set the items on the counter and open your wallet to look for some money.

“12.59,” the cashier said. You look up to give them a twenty-dollar bill and recognise them. You were perplexed, and they were mirroring your expression.

You questioned the man in front of you, "Wooyoung?" Wooyoung was your boyfriend in high school. You've been dating him since your first year of high school, but after you graduated, he told you he was moving away because his parents got a better job in another city. It’s been three years, and now he finally appears in front of you, in a convenience store.

“Y/N.” Wooyoung spoke up, and you two were silent. You tried looking away. He remarked, "It's been a while.” You nodded, "Yeah, it has. I didn’t know you were working here. I go here all the time."

He said, grinning, "I just started working here last week. You looked behind you and saw no one in the store, then looked back at him. "How have you been?" he asked. "I'm doing great, how about you?"

"I’m fine as well," he said. "So what are you doing in pyjamas at midnight? It’s not something you’d do." He’s right; you would never go in the middle of the night in pyjamas buying food. You're surprised he still has a vague memory of you.

You replied, "I have a few friends over, and I didn't have food at my house, so I just walked here.

"You live around here?"

"Yeah, I moved here last year." Wooyoung smiled at your response. He always found himself grinning foolishly when he was talking to you.

"I’m sorry," he said. His smile turned into a frown.

"Sorry for what?" Your tone grew softer. Why would he apologise when he hasn't done anything wrong to you since your breakup?

"For suddenly seeing you here," What he really meant was he should’ve seen you at a proper place and proper time, "and for leaving you."

He felt guilty for breaking up with you because he had to move. There was no reason to be mad at him; it was reasonable for him to break up with you.

"You don’t need to be sorry; I forgave you the day you left."

"I’m still sorry. I should’ve never left you in the first place." With each passing word, you could feel your heart dropping.

"Stop crying; you’re making me cry." You noticed tears starting to fall down your cheeks. Your words made him laugh.

"Why are you crying?" he asked while chuckling.

You said, wiping away your tears, "’Cause you're crying." You weren’t wrong when you said you did everything with him.

"You’re pretty when you cry," he said. You tried hiding your flustered face. You uttered, "I miss this." You miss being around Wooyoung; his presence was already comforting enough.

"If you still haven't moved on, we can try again." He smiled at you while holding your hand. “I'd love that,” you responded with a smile. Your phone started ringing, and you picked it up.

"Where did you go?" Your friend on the phone asked, "I went to the kitchen, but you weren’t even there."

"I’m at a convenience store; there wasn’t any food, so I went to go buy some."

They yelled, "Well, you better come back; we'll start the movie without you if you don't come back sooner."

"I’ll be there." After hanging up, you turned to face Wooyoung. You assured him you had each other’s number, and you took your food. He called your name as you approached the door.

"Your change!" he yelled as he opened the cash register.

"Keep it."

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