#(literally the last cooking stream??? where they fought about this too a day before the event????)
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Finally seeing each other after the pandemic ends Hcs (Gn!Reader)
So basically I got really fucking sad
So here’s this
Contents: (quirkless au) fluff, semi-angst buildup but happy end, blood? (but it’s a nose bleed), daddy kink (bakugo)
Characters: Hawks, Denki, Sero, Miruko, Bakugo
Takami Keigo (Hawks)
He was nervous waiting at the airport
The two of you started dating on campus, but you had to go back home when cases started ramping up
He just stayed in the dorms because he had nowhere else to go, and there were a few other students that did the same
But your parent(s) demanded that you come home to stay safe
You think it was just an excuse to get you to be their “little kid” again
So you hadn’t seen eachother since it started, and it was getting to the both of you
He sat near the top of the many escalators, keeping an eye out for you while trying to scroll through his phone as a distraction
It wasn’t working
He missed you so much
FaceTiming and texting were nice, but they didn’t replace the time he had with you while you were there with him
You’d walk to classes and go get coffee, getting the cheapest stuff that they had so that you could afford dinner on the days where there were food trucks down the street
The time he spent with you was electrifying, and a year away from it was incredibly hard
There were even times where he thought that you would want to stop
It was like doing long distance, and he knew how a lot of relationships didn’t make it through that
But whenever he started freaking out, it seemed like you knew, and texted him about some silly thing your family dog did, or fuming about your parent(s)
But what if you decided it really was too much? What if you wanted to stay back? What if you got another flight to avoid him? What if...
... he was overthinking
You had texted him a picture of your plane ticket with a bunch of kissy face emojis and “I’m so excited”
His mind wouldn’t stop though
He glanced up at the escalators for the seemingly hundredth time
He took in the sight of people flooding in and turned back
Wait— people flooding in— that means you
His head whipped back faster than he thought possible
And there you were, pulling your earbuds out of your ears and scanning the room for messy blond hair
You two made eye contact for a second before bolting towards eachother, skidding across the white tile floor to get there
You met it an explosive hug, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his around your waist, pulling your legs up around his hips
You could feel a wet spot forming on your shoulder where he had nuzzled in, and you were sure you were crying as well
You missed him so much
You pulled slightly away after a moment to look at him, take in his features after only ever seeing them through a screen for so long
His voice was wobbly as he choked out “hey, baby bird,”
You smiled, tears were streaming down your face in buckets by now, and managed out a small “hey”
You grabbed his face and smashed his lips against your own
It was ugly, and not the best kiss, but you were there together after so long and that’s what mattered most
Denki Kaminari
He checked the address on his phone nervously as he waited at the bus stop
You were going to meet him at a Ramen restaurant that you had found online
He was nervous as he boarded the train-- you two had dated for a while before the world ended, and you had a flow to the relationship
But it had been so long, would it be like your first date all over again? would it be the same? He didn’t know and he was nervous to find out
He didn’t know that you were gnawing at your lip as you walked down the street to get to the restaurant
A feeling beyond butterflies stirred in your stomach, nerves and adrenaline, and the need to see him
you were so excited you felt like you would die, but at the same time questions lingered in the back of your mind
you had stayed in contact, and he responded quickly to your messages, and you had scheduled a date literally minutes after the cases being low enough to return to normal was aired on TV
But that never stopped the nerves of meeting someone you care so deeply about after so long
You felt your phone buzz in your hand, his name lighting up your phone screen and sending electricity down your spine
it read I'm almost there :)
you were almost there, too
it was just around the corner, and you had run past it on your jog this morning after the weird feeling of needing to know it existed nagged you, even though you had seen it a million times while walking down the street
You turned the corner just as he did and...
Promptly smashed your noses together
he wailed and you groaned, each of you lifting a hand up to grip your respective noses
But your ears perked up when you heard his voice
you opened your eyes wide to see he’d done the same, looking back at you with disbelief
he let out a small “y/n?”
your hand dropped down (after you were pretty sure it wasn’t hurt, but it felt like it needed ice) to get a better look at him
his eyebrows were high, eyes wide, and mouth agape as he took you in
you gingerly moved towards him, making sure to lean your head and angle your face away as you moved forwards
and then gently wrapped your arms around him, features soft as you put your head on his shoulder
soon his arms wrapped around you, and you both sighed, chuckling that this was your first meeting after being away for so long
you pulled away and gestured toward his nose “You okay?” a small trickle of blood dripped down and he lifted a hand up to his nose
“I swear this nose bleed is seasonal, it’s not your fault,” he laughed out as he leaned forward to not get blood on his clothes, “it is a bit of a problem, though.”
you nodded and grabbed his hand, crossing the street to a CVS pharmacy
you hurried though aisles before finally making it to the bathroom, thanking whatever power there be that it wasn’t locked
He grabbed a handful of paper towels as you went to go buy a box of tissues that wouldn’t be so abrasive on his nose
when your returned, he was nearing the end of it, and the tissues absorbed the last of it
he looked at you and blushed, “Ah I’m sorry, our first date back and I got a nose bleed and we ended up at a CVS.”
You just shook your head and pressed your lips against his, it was short but filled with the like (dare you say love) that you had pent up over your time apart
When you pulled away you teased “You might wanna wash your face there, bud. That kiss was a little iron-y”
Hanta Sero
It was almost cruel how you ended up alone in the pandemic
he had just moved into your apartment, and had to go away on a business trip to Spain
You two had joked around about it-- him being able to take a trip to suck a romantic place, without you
he was supposed to be gone 2 weeks
at the end of week 1, the world went into a total shutdown
he was stuck in Spain, and you were stuck at home, alone
You kept in contact obviously, it had been years that you had been dating, but it was the most strain you two had ever been under
He felt bad keeping a secret from you but he felt like he had to-- besides, it would be great for you in the end
so he lied and said that he couldn’t call that night because he had a meeting, avoiding the subject the you said you could call earlier or later
What’s the fun in telling you that he couldn’t call was because he had gotten a plane ticket back home?
So he was sitting nervously in a plane seat, hoping you wouldn’t be upset
Meanwhile, you were moping, convinced you had finally bored him, he was going to start pushing you away
so you microwaved a TV dinner and flipped on the cooking channel, acknowledging how sad it was that you were eating mushy food that was still cold in the middle while watching top chefs create fabulous dishes
An array of shows came on, all of them reruns from before when they could actually be on set
A show came on that you found particularly infuriating, and you sighed as you watched an inexperienced chef nearly burn down the kitchen by putting water on a grease fire
You didn't know why you enjoyed the show so much given how much the contestants bothered you, but you watched it nonetheless
A particularly idiotic chef burned his fish to the point of no return and you were screaming out insults
“Dude, how old are you,” you accused, “you should at least know how to do this.”
“Hmm, I’d say around 38.” you heard a voice speak from behind you
your head whipped around so fast you were scare you would get whiplash
“W-why are you here?” you asked, too stunned to believe your eyes
“Wow, you sound so excited” he let out a chuckle, nervous now at your response
“what? oh-- no no no...” you rambled out, scrambling up to crawl over the back of the couch
he relaxed once you wrapped your arms firmly around his waist, your knees digging into the cack of the couch and ass sticking out in the air as you gripped him to make sure he was real
He grabbed onto your wrists to place them on his shoulders, then grabbed your hips to pull you off the couch to wrap around his waist
you hadn’t noticed you were crying until you got choked up when trying to say “I missed you”
“I missed you too” he managed, voce cracking in emotion, as well
you slid the palms he placed on his shoulders around his neck, pulling him closer to press your lips against his
You started gentle, but the need and excitement sped the two of you up
slow lips turned into clashing teeth, and gentle hands on your waist turned into groping
he pulled away for a second to sigh out “I’m so glad you aren’t mad”
And all you did in response was pull him closer
Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko)
Rumi was a big deal
She’s famous for a lot of reasons-- but one of the many was how many generous donations she had made towards finding a cure for Covid-19
You two had been dating for a while, so much so that you had talked about moving in together
the only reason you didn’t was because she didn’t want to thrust you into the spotlight
But when you couldn’t even see each other, you so wished that you would’ve fought her on that a bit more, gotten her to let you, convinced her that you were ready
but you hadn’t seen her in so long, and she was so busy, and even after the vaccine was administered to all of the population, you hadn’t set up a plan to meet
so you sat in a bar, glaring down at your second rum and coke of the evening-- you felt like shit
Bars had stopped running during the pandemic, and the screens that used to play sports obnoxiously loud now play the news, the fucking news
You were seriously concerned about the world
But that was the only distraction you had, so you watched the headlines fly by, a fire was extinguished off of the highway, mountain climbing was the new “hottest pace to be this year”, and some TV show host made an apology for an inappropriate joke
then you saw the face of your... girlfriend? could you call it that? you still talked but she didn’t seem like she wanted to see you
but you saw Rumi in the street outside of a bar downtown
Wait... you were in a bar... downtown... and Rumi was passing by the window to your left
You shot up, mind not fully working as you sprinted out the door
“RUMI?!” You screamed a little too loud
She perked up at your voice, turning around and cringing as she saw the fleet of cameras coming to harass her getting nearer
So she grabbed your arm and dragged you further down the street, deeper down until she made it to the destination she had been going to
You hadn’t realized that the bar you were at was so close to her office (ok, you did know that, but you didn’t want to admit that you had hoped this would happen)
She continued pulling you up the stairs, and your drunken giggles echoed through the empty staircase
Finally making it past her door, she pushed you against the wall and kissed you— hard
There was no preparation, she just pushed your mouth open, forcing her toungue out to lick at your bootom lip, moving in slightly before pulling out, moving in a cycle of this
Her hands gripped at the sides of your face keeping you close to her
You submit to her, only breaking away when she wouldn’t let you breathe for too long
She pulled away finally, a faintly noticeable blush on her face as she stepped away
Leaving you drunk in many ways— not just on alcohol
You were dazed from such sudden passion after going so long without it
You decided you would fight for more of that from now on
“Uhm.. well, I missed you” she mumbled out, feeling stupid now for assuming you shared her desire earlier
You moved over to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk “you don’t even know how much I missed you” you stuttered out
Her shoulders relaxed and the fake grin she had on turned into a real one
“That was too long without you” she continued “I thought I was going to lose my mind, and I’m sorry I didn’t arrange to meet up sooner I’ve just been so busy but now I promise I’ll make time for you but it’s been really hard going bac—“
You cut off her rambling by pressing a quick kiss to her lips
“You know how you can make it better?” Your words were still slurred from earlier and they were quiet, but you knew she could hear you
She mumbled out a meek “what” before you were whispering in her ear
“Let me move in with you”
“I would love that”
Katsuki Bakugo
(Lol ok so ik this isn’t about his parents— but this was too funny to not use it, so here’s bakugo truly taking after his mother)
he had been making you call him daddy ever since you did it as a joke on FaceTime
At the start, he just said that you should do it for fun
But he grew more confident as time went on, and he had started making you beg “daddy” for things
And you didn’t hate it
But what you knew would be bad is if either of you let it slip in front of your parent(s) who insisted on tagging along with you to the station
You had decided to meet at the train station that was about 30 minutes from where both of you sheltered for the lockdown— he was taking the bus down from the north and you were driving with your parents up from the south
You got there and immidiately started scanning for your impulsive boyfriend
You had a plan to get to him before your parents could
So that you could reinforce what you had stressed over text many times— don’t. Say. Daddy.
Then you saw spiky blond hair sticking out of the crowd and started running
Hoping your parents would see it as you excuse let running towards him rather than out of the need to get to him in time
He turned to you as the crowd parted to let you jog towards him
He smiled and pulled you close, pressing your lips together when you got close enough
But he frowned when you seemed preoccupied and pulled away quickly
“Okay, I love you, but I’m serious about the daddy thing” you whispered daddy, you weren’t usually ashamed of it but it felt weird with all of the people that could overhear
“What are you shy” he cocked an eyebrow, moving to pull you close again
But you insisted “seriously, they’ll whoop my ass if they hear it— a they think I’m still a little kid”
“Oh no. Only I’m allowed to hit that pretty little ass of y-“
You shoved your hand over his mouth hissing out his name, giving him one last death glare before your parents catched up
“Hello there” he greeted them politely
You were incredibly relieved that he seemed perfectly normal and that his usual temper wasn’t coming through
Your parents had met bakugo before, but this was a whole new level of stressful as both your first time seeing him after so long, as well as the first time since your new dynamic came into play
But the exchange went well, and your parents were waiting on the platform as the two of you boarded and the t turned away
He waited until you were settled in the train to tap you on the ass, and slide his hand in your back pocket, muttering how much you were blushing into your ear
#🖌.headcannons#hawks x reader#takami keigo x reader#denki x reader#denki kaminari x reader#sero x reader#sero hanta x reader#miruko x reader#rumi usagiyama x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#fluff#tw: daddy kink#tw: blood#I meant to post this two days ago whoops
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THE MEGA NICHIASA SHITPOSTING REPORT
NOW WITH THAT GREAT 2 WEEK LATE TASTE
Tropical Rouge, Culture Festival! Everyone Together, Let's Put Make-Up On Aozora!: The Tropical girls are getting ready for the best time of the year: The cultural festival. And in true Tropical Fashion, the girls decided to hold make-up classes for all visitors. But while planning just the right make-up to teach the novice children and grown adults, Laura gets suspicious that Minori is looking over to her ex, the Literature Club. I mean, when you up and disappear into the library, it's kinda hard to not think that you're looking for an escape route. But it's fine because they totally have enough people to help with the make-up classes. As long as Minori stays in the clubhouse.
That being said, distancing yourself from the rest of the group isn't very cool, Minori. Now you have a suspicious smug fish being all suspicious. And being a detective. And asking questions. A lot of questions. And she would ask even more questions if Manatsuu and the Smug Fish Laura's homeroom booth wasn't short-staffed because the kids with that shift decided to get an early head start on getting their Yaruki power stolen.
Meanwhile, the Lazy Trio has clocked into work, and Chongiri drew the short straw today. Guys, he just wants to cook. He wasn't trained for this. And he certainly wasn't trained for being kidnaped by a bunch of martial artists to run their grilled squid booth. Even if it's the most fun that he's had. At least right up until the point where he remembered he was still on the clock. At least everyone is busy.
I mean, really busy: Sango is still teaching people how to put on lipstick properly, and Asuka is trying to make sure no one cuts the line. The only one who the Broadcast Club could interview for the Tropical Club was Minori. Who turns out to be a secret master of the make-up arts.
The lesson the monster should have taken away was don't touch books. Books are supposed to bring people joy. I feel like I've heard that before. It also turns out that the reason Minori left the Literature Club is because her sempai quite literally read The Great Book and that story was already written, and therefore boring and too familiar and unoriginal. Again, I feel like I've heard this before. But that's okay because Minori's stronger with the Sword of Logos Tropical Club.
Reviving A Legend! The Pretty Cure's Power-Up Makeover!: After getting the results of a contest that the girls were not aware they were part of, The Tropical Club finds out that they came in second in the "hey, this booth is pretty cool" contest. Everyone is so excited that even Kururun even has to say something in front of the School newspaper. In other news, the girls suddenly develop a love of ventriloquism. Before telling Kururun to do their best impersonation of a statue.
Elsewhere, the Witch is waking up from a nightmare when her ex-girlfriend up and left her. If only her ex just didn't have the energy to leave... she probably should have given her ex's money back. But on the plus side, the Butler finally does something! He heads to the nearest watering hole and figures out a way to make polymer slime. While that is going on, Manatsuu and Laura are having a loving conversation over who is the most Tropicool.
After a nice long conversation, Manatsuu and Laura head to sleep, where Manatsuu meets the legendary Precure in a trippy and glowy dream aquarium. Manatsuu probably shouldn't overeat at dinner. Especially when she nearly drowns in her own dream.
But in the morning, the Girls start heading to school, only to have the Butler's slime experiments come up from the depths of the town's canals. So the girls transform and try to find the source of the Yaruki power, only to have the Aqua mirror 404 error on Cure La Mer. But while trying to find the source of the Yaraneda power, Cure Summer learns that Kururun is a good listener and has not moved since the beginning of the episode.
Meanwhile, the villains really still have no idea what their actual job description is. They're now working to form a union because they don't even know why they have to do all of this extra work. They're just a maid, doctor, and cook respectfully. They have also decided that union dues are due at the end of the month. Nuremi will collect.
Elsewhere, Cure Summer has picked up one (1) Kururun but ends up having to sacrifice herself to save the good sealo. And while Summer is now being farmed for Yaraneda power, Kururun becomes the new Cure Summer. All Hail Cure Kururun. Only to get hit with friendly fire via Cure Papaya's eye lasers. RIP Cure Kururun.
But with the power of Friendship (TM) and a new Mirror (buy our toy) Toei actually giving a good budget for an episode and some new barefoot dancing, The Butler's polymer slime experiment is defeated. This type of leadership should be the Student Council President.
Revice, The Devil is Just a Bad Guy?!: It's time for a company review of last week's (lol), super conference where FENIX was super happy to show off their belt and their choice for a Rider in front of the whole world and one over-excited family. Since it didn't go too well, someone's getting demoted as punishment. RIP Hiromi's commandership. Perhaps he shouldn't have tried to be a hero, because now instead of a belt, he has a contract to become a magical girl I mean, have a deadman walking around. And now, the one that they wanted to be Revice in Daiji, has become a go-for to get his older brother to sign a contract to also become a magical girl I mean to work for FENIX, since he's not scared of the belt. Daiji can't win.
Meanwhile, in a golf competition, an older brother and younger brother are fighting over who has the better swinging motion, and who has the better golf knowledge. The fighting gets so... well, not intense, but belittling for the younger sibling, so much so that he gets fired as his older brother's caddy.
Don't work for family. (I say that as a younger sibling too.) But at least he was sold this spiffy new contract by a personified alcohol person. Alcohol for your soul. Salespeople are getting real pushy with their selling.
Meanwhile, back at the bathhouse of Happiness, Daiji has come back home to offer Ikki an offer he can't refuse.
Ikki promptly refuses it. Something about needing more bare butts in the tubs. And probably wouldn't want to trigger Vice's fight or fight harder instincts. But in the mists of the "Please, Ikki, there's a 300,000 yen signing bonus" fight to get Ikki to work for FENIX, the dad apparently found a live stream of the golf fight. Fight or Fight Harder instincts fully engaged, Vice possesses a bike to get to the action faster. Regular bikes are for squares; get your demon-powered bike now at your local bike store.
At the golf course, Ikki and Vice transform. And while Ikki was actually doing his not-his-job, Vice went off to do some selling. He'll be denied no fights. At least until the new VStamp pulls him back in to become an Eagle. After beating the older brother's contract deadman, Vice goes back to selling things. At least until Ikki undoes the transformation.
But good news, everyone! Mama is almost completely healed from almost being eaten unceremoniously. And soothes Ikki's fear and tells him that plenty of people have had 2 jobs before. I mean, look at Vice, selling things. He sold the younger golf brother on visiting the Deadmans and getting his own Deadman. That's some A+ selling.
Not the right selling, apparently, since Ikki is pissed. We're not supposed to be selling the Deadmans, we're supposed to be selling the bathhouse. I mean the bathhouse services. And as punishment, Ikki fights this new Deadman without transforming when Daiji notifies them of this new, totally out of the blue and not sold to, Deadman. I mean we can't have other lives in danger.
Tasked with either apologize and fight properly or not fight at all, Vice agrees not to sell shit like Deadmen again and finally gets that magical girl contract. After beating the second Deadman of the day, the two golf brothers make up as much as siblings are willing to, for the low price of their stamps.
Hostage Trouble, What To Do Brother?!: While hanging out at the best-awarded rave place in town, the Deadmen are trying to look for a way to revive their head of ravers, and peanut butter named villain Jif I mean Giff, with a new recruit, a walking hood. Meanwhile, while Mama is trying to support her middle child, in a surprise to all middle children everywhere, an eviction company came to evict the bathhouse. Ikki proudly states that they will never be evicted from that spot, despite the father's best attempts.
Elsewhere, Sakura and her best friend forever Ayaka are going shoe shopping, where Ayaka finds these really nice sparkly shoes. Since Ayaka was not invited to her little sister's photoshoot (instead opting to bring her mom), it was only fair to bring about the shopping therapy. But it turns out that one of them has a stalker following them. And that stalker has some Deadmen foot soldiers. He really has this thing for Ayaka. But Sakura has a cellphone, and calls for Ikki, since we're not doing hide the identity thing.
When Ikki gets to the scene of the crime, he tells them to run, only for the stalker to throw a Pokeball and catch Ayaka. He also demands Sakura, a woman who could probably kick his ass, or he'll kill off Ayaka. But live your dream dude. No kink-shaming here. But they agree because killing people is bad. But is then interrupted by the Kong Deadman. At least Daiji comes in at the right time with the 555 suitcase, now holding the Revice Driver.
While in the midst of a hard-fought battle, the Deadman runs to where the girls are kidnapped, and while chasing this Deadman, Revi and Vice run against another alcohol personified man who wants to make a bargain: The girls for the stamps. This leads the new Go-For Daiji to go back to the FENIX Inc., and retrieve the new stamps, and takes a look at the new P-Bandai belt. Daiji asks if it's possible for him to use that belt, only for George to do his best Ankh impersonation and laughed in his face.
In a sign of kindness, the stalker allows Ayaka to call her mom, who tells her to bug off, she's watching her daughter work the cameras. It sucks to know you're not the favorite.
Elsewhere, the trade is going down, in the following fight allows both of the stamps to go back to Ikki and Vice who pull off their best Den-O impersonation, and end the fight. And in the confusion, Sakura breaks out of her confinements and kicks the ass of the stalker, proving that if Toei doesn't make her a Rider they are missing an opportunity. Sucks that it seems the stalker isn't the actual contract holder.
Back at the Rave Central, The Hooded Intern has these new sparkly shoes.
Zenkaiger, No. 27-kai! A Great Voyage Through Seven Worlds!: After hearing that his mom is still alive and has escaped her deep sleep can on Tojitendo Kikaitopia, The Zenkaiger group starts looking for Kaito's mom Mitsuko. Despite their best efforts, including a massive Google search by Secchan, they still can't find her. This leads to the thought by Gaon that maybe she escaped to a whole other world.
Since it was a good thought, Kaito asks his boyfriend Vox if he can borrow his pirate ship to go look for her. He promises to fill it back up with gas. What does it take, diesel? Regular?
Vox doesn't allow this because Kaito has no driver's license. I mean, neither does Vox, but Flint does and Flint has the keys.
Meanwhile, Stacey hates his job and now is sent on a wild chase to find a woman he may or may not have let out for the sake of his adopted grandma and ice cream supplier. Truthfully, it wasn't entirely his fault. It's not like he attacked the warp gate like the others when he may or may not have left the sleeping pod open.
Back with the heroes, Vroom and Gaon stay behind because Toei's budget is running a little tight. Can't have all that CGI and stuff after spending all that money on the CGI for the other worlds. There are budget concerns to think about, you know. But the remaining heroes board the Pirate ship and Magine sets about looking for Mitsuko with her crystal ball. But because the Pirates have no time for proper seancing, they just start picking the closest worlds to our heroes' world and work from there. Mr. Su is everywhere, by the way.
And after going to worlds where they are called perverts, nearly arrested, and freeze to death, in that order, Stacey arrives with his entourage of other people looking to cash in on overtime and says that all of the other worlds are getting visited, because she didn't just go back home, and not because they shot themselves in the foot. Instead of searching for clues in the Ice World, the Zenkaigers and Twokaizers head off to the Mushroom Kingdom. They did not see any plumbers, however. But, they "find" "Mama" "Mitsune" before Stacey and his crew of merry overtime workers, and a fight breaks out. After beating this wave, the Pirate ship heads off to Earth, much to the relief of Stacey who just wants to make Yatsune happy. Only to be told to follow them. Leading to another battle on Ice World. Stacey better be getting paid time and a half for this. The Zenkaigers win again and head back to Earth. But after the fight, "Mitsuko" takes off the magical disguise to show that it was Me, Magine! (not actually this writer.) with the hope that the bait and switch will get Tojitendo Kikaitopia to leave the other worlds alone, and just focus on them.
No. 28-kai! Weekly Shonen Manga World of Great Illustrations!: Kaito finally got his learner's permit to drive interdimensional ships and is going on a drive with Flint and some of his friends for practice before his big test with the Experienced Driver Flint. Vox has decided that is not his scene and is hanging out at Colorful, on Kaito's dime.
As someone who loves discovery, Vroom has made a big one: Vox is an Otaku. Vox loves him some manga. This is cool since Vroom is also a Manga Sommelier. And so is today's world, Manga World. And Manga World is working on his new hit piece for not-Shonen Jump about the everyday lives of the People of Earth. The pages even move! Now with exclusive Zyuran and Magine chapters! This is a limited edition, so make sure to get yours soon.
Back at Kikaitopia, the entire Tojitendo is still not happy about losing the Eve to their Adam. It'll be fine guys. It's not like there's someone there who'd sell you guys out for one ice cream parfait or something. He's too busy trying to get intel and how to get the father out to really mess with his own dad.
Back at Colorful, the Comics and the Not-Comics are having a conference about how to deal with Manga World. Kaito thinks that because Manga is just "drawing" and "some words" and some "Ink" that anyone can be a Mangaka. That it's sooo easy. This may or may not piss off Vox (and this writer.) about how people think it's so easy to be a Mangaka and storms off. Probably to an art room to make his Manga.
So because plan A didn't work, they go with plan B and buy the latest edition of the most popular manga. And after unbinding the pages of the latest Tankobon of Kimetsu no Yaiba and laying them off on the floor, Manga World starts trying to collect and read the pages. Kaito, thinking he's a ninja tries to steal it while he's reading, only to be caught and sent to the Manga page world. That Limited Edition now has a Kaito Chapter. Only 50 made! (Use the Ninninger or Hurricaneger gear next time.)
But this gives just enough time for Vox to drop ALL of his doujinshi and Original Works onto the floor. The Manga World loves the fact that they're seeing this new work about a pirate in space, looted, in true fashion, from Mangatopia. So much so that Vox does what pirates do best and swipes the limited edition not-Shonen Jump.
Everyone transforms to fight, including the comic pages. And proceed to fight and win, with half of the time acting it out in comic pages. And all the people are freed from their comic pages. I hope you got that limited edition not-Shonen Jump before it was too late.
And while Vox used that manga to save his family, he'd like to get it back now. Too bad Yatsune has ordered that manga back to Mangatopia. If he doesn't tell, will he get to keep it?
#precure#pretty cure#tropical rouge precure#tropical rouge pretty cure#kamen rider#kamen rider revice#kikai sentai zenkaiger#zenkaiger#this is long#very long#shitposting is my passion
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White Day Surprise
2026 words. Contains spoilers for Melody of Memory. SoKai. Romance, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Mutual Pining, White Day, Pi Day, Baking, and most importantly, Pie.
Successor to this story I wrote for Christmas and this story I wrote for Valentine’s Day.
Sora wanted to do something special for Kairi for White Day. She’d gone out of her way to make Valentine’s Day special, so it was only right he returned the favor. Back home, that meant giving her a gift that was, uh twice? three times? the value of the original. But her letter was priceless, and those chocolates were special too, so he was at a loss as to what to do.
He paced back and forth in this place that looked like the Final World. He couldn’t give her a gift right now. Couldn’t tell her how he felt yet (not with words anyway) because she wanted him to wait till they met again. So what was he supposed to do?
Something that involved taking control of her body was all he had. His face flushed. No, not like that. Putting this whole body-sharing thing into words always made it sound worse than it actually was. He always waited till he had permission and immediately ceded control the moment she asked him to.
He plopped onto the watery ground that somehow didn’t ever get him wet and scoured his brain for ideas. What would he do if this was a normal White Day, if he was fully back in the Realm of Light with his own body at his disposal?
“Take her on a date. Maybe to the Bistro. Or I could cook or bake her something myself using the stuff Little Chef taught me.” He perked up. “That’s it! I’ll make something for her. I’ll just need to write down the ingredients so she can get them and then ask her for control when it’s time to actually make the stuff.”
He made a mental list about what he’d need for the recipe and then patiently waited. Something told him Kairi would be reaching out to him soon.
Sure enough, he eventually heard her voice.
“Sora? Want to take over for a bit?”
He followed her voice, chased it, pursued it till he was in her body. She was in her room on the Land of Departure, lying on her bed, and sunlight was streaming through the window. Must be morning, and she probably just woke up.
Hey, Kairi, he signed. Happy White Day.
“Happy White Day to you too.”
Desk, he gestured.
“You want to write something?”
He nodded.
“Okay. You can take control.”
He gently got her up out of bed and walked her body to the desk. She had a little diary for the two of them to write to each other now, and he opened it and grabbed a pen.
Ingredients List
Butter
Sugar
Whipped Cream
Coconut Chips or Shavings
Coconut Milk
He was about to write another ingredient when she interrupted.
“You want to bake me something for White Day, don’t you? You’re the sweetest.”
He smiled and continued, listing off the rest of the ingredients. When everything looked good, he added, Can you get these for me?
“Of course. We should have most of the stuff around the castle except for the coconut-related things. But I can buy them for you, okay? Or bop back to Destiny Islands real quickly if need be.”
Please do. I know it’s not much, but I wanted to thank you for your Valentine’s gift.
“Leave it to you to figure out a way to make it work. I assume you’ll want to do the baking yourself too, right?”
Yeah. I’d do it in my own body if I could. Make you a five course meal. When I get back, okay? This’ll have to do for now.
“This is more than enough.”
Talk to you soon.
He had to let go of the connection for now because he sensed danger. Curse the stupid monsters in Quadratum who kept pulling him back to their (un)reality. If he missed making Kairi’s gift for her on the appropriate day, these monsters were gonna regret they ever crossed him.
“Riku, where are you?” he grumbled as he fought them off. He knew Riku was somewhere in this reality, they just kept missing each other. It didn’t help that Sora’s heart was jumping all over the place, getting pulled more and more towards Kairi, while his body was stuck here. Glued to this place because abusing the Power of Waking meant it had been banished from the Realm of Light and couldn’t return.
As the last monster disappeared in a puff of smoke, he sighed and wiped his forehead. He was more convinced than ever that his heart’s connection to Kairi was growing stronger by the day. What would it take to get his body out of here too?
“Stupid body,” he said as he scowled at it. “Keeping me trapped here.” He let his Keyblade disappear and slunk towards a private alley. “Kairi won’t want a boyfriend without a body forever.” He sat on a box of crates and cast a barrier around himself to buy some time. “And I don’t wanna be without a body either. I don’t want my options to be body-less in the Realm of Light or trapped here forever.”
Sighing, he closed his eyes, imagining himself back in the Final World-esque place. Thankfully, he was able to will his heart back to Kairi pretty quickly. She was in the castle’s kitchen now, and all of the ingredients he’d asked for were dutifully set out.
Sorry I kept you waiting, he scrawled on the diary she’d left out. Had some monsters show up.
“Monsters? Sora, is it safe for you to be here?”
It is now. Trust me, if my body’s in danger, it lets me know.
“If you’re sure,” she finally said, and he could hear the worry in her voice. “I’ve put you in enough danger before as it is.”
Don’t I get to be the judge of that?
“Sorry, considering your current predicament and how you got there… No. You’re reckless when it comes to your own life if it means keeping me safe.”
Maybe, but I was the one who put myself in danger. Not you. And can you blame me? I wasn’t about to abandon you, with your heart in pieces and at Xehanort’s mercy. You would’ve done the same for me. You did, in fact. You refused to let me die like I was supposed to at the Keyblade Graveyard.
“That was different,” she said tersely. “I didn’t have to die to keep you alive.”
I didn’t either. I’m not dead. My body’s just—
“Cut off from the Realm of Light. How is that all that different from being dead?”
Sora felt like sighing. Kairi… We’re wasting what precious little time we have together fighting. I would gladly fight with you all day if I could, but I’d like to make you the gift I promised.
She hung her head, shoulders slumping. “Sorry, I’m making this about me and my guilt again, and when you’re in such a precarious situation, too.”
It’s okay. Sometimes I think you got the harder end of the bargain, watching me disappear, feeling all alone and abandoned.
“You didn’t abandon me. You came to my aid when I needed you most. And you’re the one who’s cut off from me, from everyone. You have it worse by far.”
Sora was about to write something when Kairi continued. “But today you’re gonna literally walk me through this recipe and we’re gonna have fun, okay? You need this, you need to relax and unwind and have some fun.”
Yeah. And there’s no person I’d rather spend time with than you.
She giggled, and his heart felt warm, hearing her giggle.
“Okay, Master Chef, teach me your ways,” she said, and with that she let him take over. He led her through mixing and chopping and cutting and stirring, and she was ever the attentive student. It had been so long since he’d gotten to bake anything. Since he’d gotten to unwind and have fun like this.
“So we’re making a pie, huh?” she said as he prepared the crust. “Don’t tell me… Coconut cream pie? That’s one of my favorites. And it’s the perfect dessert for White Day. Pi Day, too.”
The pie took a long time to make, but spending that time with Kairi was worth it. He’d spend every moment with her if he could. When at last the pie was chilling in the fridge, she sat at the table so he could write notes to her. His signing was still a work in progress.
Pie should be ready now, he wrote presently.
“Do you want me to eat it while you’re still here? It feels a little rude when you can’t.”
He didn’t like the twinge of melancholy in her voice.
I don’t mind. In fact I kinda want to know what you think.
“Okay,” she said and went to the fridge to grab the pie. It looked amazing with its crispy crust, its creamy filling coated with whipped cream shaped into perfect swirls, and its coconut shavings artfully sprinkled on top. He’d really outdone himself, and he couldn’t wait for her to taste it.
You’ll have to tell me how it is, he scribbled when she was seated at the table once more. She nodded and lifted a forkful of pie to her mouth.
Oh, yum. This pie was creamy and delicious and brought back memories of all the times he’d eaten his mom’s coconut cream pie back home—
Hold on. Hold on. He could taste the pie? How was that even possible?!
“Oh this is amazing,” Kairi cooed as she brought another forkful to her mouth. “Creamy and coconut-y and—”
“Sora?”
Ven was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his mouth hanging open.
“You can see him?” Kairi squeaked, dropping the fork. “That’s never happened before!”
Sora froze. Ven could see him? How?
“Yeah,” Ven said, taking long strides towards them. “It’s like he’s kind of translucent, and I can still see you through him, but yeah, I can see him.”
Ven? Sora tried to say, but no sound came out.
“Do you think—Is his connection to the Realm of Light getting stronger?” Kairi asked, her voice so full of hope Sora could practically feel her heart soaring.
“Yeah, I think it must be,” Ven said. “Hang on, lemme get Terra and Aqua.” He paused for a moment to squeeze Kairi’s hand, and Sora’s felt a little warmer. “Be back in a second.”
The taste of the pie, the warmth of Ven’s hand… He wasn’t imagining this stuff, was he?
Kairi, diary, he signed, and she let him take control so he could write.
I could taste the pie. I felt Ven’s hand when he squeezed yours.
“That’s great, Sora! I think your body is trying to follow your heart back to the Realm of Light.”
Was it possible? He wanted it to be possible. He wanted to come home.
“Here, let me eat more of that pie, you must be starving.”
Please, he signed.
Kairi lifted the fork to her lips again when he felt a strong tugging on his heart.
“No,” she cried in frustration. “You can’t leave yet!”
Be back soon, he signed sadly. His heart was getting pulled back with a vengeance now, which meant he needed to protect his body. Happy White Day, Kairi.
“Happy White Day, Sora,” she said, and with that, he was back in Quadratum. Oh, great, more monsters had found him, and it was raining now too. He groaned and summoned his Keyblade. He’d much rather be eating coconut cream pie with Kairi in the Land of Departure’s warm and bright castle kitchen.
He was so close to finding a way home. Right on the edge. If he’d just had a little more time, he could’ve done it. Still, he was grateful for the moments he and Kairi had shared today. Making the pie and then tasting it together. He was more determined than ever to make it home to her. If he succeeded, then he and Kairi could spend as much time together as they wanted.
For that, he’d keep on fighting, however long it took.
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A/N: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @angel-with-a-pipette for coming up with the idea of Sora baking something for Kairi when I was trying to think of a follow-up to the Valentine's fic I wrote. Thank you again for all your help and input!
And Happy White Day and Happy Pi Day to you all! Thank you for reading!
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Jij Verliest - Chapter Seven: Clips 9-11
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Donderdag 18:03
Sander: Hey, how was your stream?
Robbe: It was okay.
Were you watching me?
Because I literally just hit ‘end stream.’
Sander: No, I’m just now leaving work.
Did you want to meet up for dinner?
Robbe: I can’t today.
I’m going to meet my mom for dinner.
Thursday is our weekly dinner.
Sander: Right, of course.
For some reason, I thought it was Wednesday.
Which is all the more reason for my text.
Robbe: What text?
Sander: Pack a bag when you get home.
Robbe: What for?
Sander: It’s a surprise ;)
But make sure you bring a swimsuit and some shorts.
Robbe: What?
What do I need a swimsuit for?
Sander?
Sander: It’s a surprise, Robbe.
The point is for you not to know.
Robbe: I’m not the biggest fan of surprises.
Sander: It’s a good one, I promise.
Just getting some alone time is all.
Robbe: Okay. Does that mean I’m not streaming this weekend?
Sander: Just Saturday.
I’ll have you home in time to stream on Sunday ;)
Robbe: Okay, I’ll pack a bag when I get home from dinner.
Sander: Great :)
I’ll pick you up at 17:30 tomorrow?
My shift ends at 17:00.
Robbe: I’ll see you then.
Sander: Yes :)
Call me later?
Robbe: Of course.
Wouldn’t miss it :)
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Donderdag 18:28
As soon as Robbe stepped into her apartment, he could see the knowing look on his mama’s face. Her lips were upturned into a smile and her eyes followed Robbe into the apartment. As they were sitting down to eat their takeout (because his mama had to work late and was too hungry to cook), his phone vibrated on the table. Once the vibration started, the chorus of Rebel, Rebel played shortly after. Robbe rushed to turn it off, knowing it was a text from Sander, and fought the grin he knew was growing on his lips.
His mama watched his actions with a knowing look in her eyes. In an attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks, Robbe ducked his head. But avoiding her gaze did not stop her from asking, with a teasing tone, “Since when do you listen to David Bowie?”
Robbe giggled, feeling his cheeks flush a little more. “I’ve been listening to him recently is all,” Robbe said, shrugging. He bit his lip and didn’t look up at his mother. “His music is amazing.”
“Ah okay,” his mother said. From the light tone of her voice, Robbe could tell that his mother wasn’t buying it at all. She crossed her arms at the edge of the table and turned towards him with a critical eye. “Well, you certainly look happier than you did last week,” his mama said. She leaned towards him with a bright smile on her face and asked, “Does this have to do with Sander? Did you two figure things out?”
Robbe could feel the blush rising on his cheeks and dipped his head down a little further. His mother let out a giggle as Robbe said, “Yeah, we did and we’re together now.” His mama grinned excitedly at him, her dimples popping. “After work on Friday, he came over and we talked about what happened.” They didn’t talk until the morning, but Robbe was never going to admit that to his mother. “He spent the weekend and we went out to dinner on Tuesday.”
His mother smiled. “That’s so sweet, I’m happy for you,” his mama said. As Robbe placed his phone on silent and deposited his phone into his pocket, his mama dumped the contents of her to-go container onto the plate in front of her. Once his mama glanced up, catching his eye, she added, “I can’t wait to meet Sander.” Robbe swallowed. “I can see that he makes you so happy and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
“About that—” Robbe started.
“What? Does he not make you happy?” his mama asked, confused.
“No, no, he does,” Robbe said, smiling. “I promise.” His mama nodded her head. As Robbe struggled to find the words, she kept herself angled toward him as she cut up her food. “I was thinking about you meeting him.” His mama stayed quiet, keeping her eyes focused on him, but Robbe could still see the confusion and worry in her eyes… and he hadn’t even asked the question yet. “Sander and I were talking the other day and he has next Thursday evening off, so I was wondering if you might want to meet him then?”
“I’m not sure,” his mama said, taking a bite of her food. Once she swallowed, she continued. “I know how important he is to you. I want to make sure that I meet him on a good day so I don’t scare him away.” The words made Robbe’s stomach twist—because Robbe knew that she would never scare anyone away—but he kept quiet. “So, maybe, we’ll talk about it next Wednesday? That way we can put everything together and make sure it's a good day for me.”
Since the moment that his father had left them when he was 15, Robbe had vowed that he and his mama would be a package deal. Robbe loved his mama with everything he had and he wanted her in his life for as long as he could manage. Because his father left when things got too much, Robbe was left to help her with the pieces and took care of her on the days where she couldn’t get out of bed.
And his mother knew this.
Maybe it was why she put so much pressure on having a good day when she was meeting his boyfriends and why she was always sad when Robbe insisted on coming over on bad ones. On his mother’s bad days, Robbe felt it tenfold and took care of her because he knew that was what she needed. Sometimes, she welcomed his help, knowing that she needed to be taken care of occasionally. Other days, she despised it and it made her feel like a burden.
At the end of the day, Robbe loved his mama with every fiber of his being and he would always take care of her. His mama loved him just as much—if not more. Since the months she spent in the hospital, Robbe wanted to do anything he could to help her feel better. He knew that he could never completely help her the way that she needed—he wasn’t her doctor nor was he studying to become one—but he wanted to help with the little things, such as washing the dishes or helping with dinner.
And, if she insisted, he would wait so she could meet Sander on a good day, knowing that it would help relieve her anxiety.
It was why, instead of arguing, Robbe reached over to take her hand. She gripped his hand back, shaking slightly, and Robbe pretended not to notice. Running his thumb along the knuckles of her hand, Robbe said, “We can play it by ear. I just wanted to ask you before I asked him.” Smiling, Robbe added, “I just really want him to meet my mama.”
“I really want to meet him, too,” his mama said, sounding calmer. “Maybe we can talk on Tuesday and set it up.” Robbe nodded, grinning over at her. Before Robbe turned back to his food, she added, “But, if I’m feeling bad on Thursday, we can reschedule to the following week.”
“Alright, Mama,” Robbe said. “Whether it’s next Thursday or the one after, it sounds wonderful and I know Sander will be excited to meet you.”
His mama smiled, turning to her food. Letting out a laugh, she pushed herself to her feet and moved to the microwave as she took her container with her. Giggling, she said, “We talked so long that our food is getting cold. Do you want me to heat yours up, sweetheart?” Robbe shook his head and his mama smiled at him before turning back to the microwave.
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Vrijdag 18:39
No matter how much Robbe asked, Sander remained tight-lipped about where they were going.
During their phone call after Robbe got home from his mama’s, he pestered Sander into giving him information but the only response he got was a teasing smirk and a, “Do you not know the definition of a ‘surprise,’ Robin?” Throughout the rest of the call, Sander had teased him about what they were going to do but gave no real details or explanations. The teasing had only increased the nervous and exhilarating buzz that was present beneath his skin.
Not knowing where they were going frustrated Robbe to no end.
However, at the same time, he was also eagerly anticipating whatever it was that Sander planned for their weekend getaway. Throughout his Friday afternoon stream—moved up to accommodate their trip—he was frequently phasing out of the match and getting killed when he shouldn’t have. About halfway into the second hour of the stream, his chat had a frightening realization and started screaming, or posting in all caps, “OH MY GOD, HE’S GOT A NEW BOYFRIEND,” which simply led to Robbe blushing profusely.
Once he ended his stream, right at 17:00, Robbe made one last check that he packed everything that Sander had told him to bring as well as other necessities. Swimsuit, shorts, shirts, underwear, phone charger, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush… Robbe had packed everything. Now, all he had to do was wait for Sander to arrive at the flatshare to pick him up. As Robbe paced around his room for the fourth time, his phone dinged, announcing Sander’s arrival.
Sander: I’m downstairs ;)
Throwing his bag over his shoulder, Robbe exited his bedroom and stepped into the hallway. Making sure to grab his phone and keys, he shouted goodbye into the nearly-empty apartment and practically flew toward the elevator. Outside the building, Sander was leaning against the passenger side door and grinned flirtatiously at him as Robbe approached.
“Where are we going?” Robbe asked, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.
Sander leaned down to kiss him and Robbe eagerly stood on his toes to meet him. Sander’s arms wrapped low on Robbe’s waist, pulling them flushed together. Robbe wrapped his arms around Sander’s neck, tugging him closer. Sander let out a low noise before pulling back. “Come on,” he said. Sander stood from against the door, taking Robbe with him, and opened the door with one hand. “We better get going.”
Robbe raised an eyebrow. Sander’s hand on his waist guided him toward the door. “But where are we going?”
A teasing smile spread across Sander’s face. “Get in the car and you’ll see.”
“Sanderrrrrrr.”
Once Robbe got in the passenger side, tossing his bag in the back seat, Sander closed the door behind him and moved to the driver’s side. Before they drove off, Sander started the David Bowie playlist. While Robbe wasn’t surprised, he also recognized the playlist immediately. Whenever the two of them were together, the playlist was always playing. Sander turned up the volume, sending him a grin, as Robbe simply rolled his eyes. Before driving away, Sander leaned over to press one final kiss against his lips.
Throughout the drive, Sander held Robbe’s hand and quizzed him on the songs that came through the speakers. With each correct answer, Sander would beam over at him and squeeze his hand. Whenever he was struggling, Sander would give him hints and tease him the entire time. If he got a question wrong, Sander would tell him and remark that he needed to “study up” for his exam.
After an hour of listening to David Bowie, Sander exited the highway. Still gripping Robbe’s hand, he navigated down long roads without pausing. Even though he could sense they were getting close now, Robbe still did not have a clue where Sander was taking him. As Sander guided them with expert ease, Robbe stared out the window, his eyes finding the large trees that stretched to the sky.
Unexpectedly, Sander slowed down and the blinker of the car flipped on. After a few minutes of wandering down a dark, narrow road, they emerged into a clearing with a cabin perched in the middle of it.
The cabin was beautiful with a teal door that contrasted beautifully with the dark wood siding. The wall in front of them had large windows that peered into the living room and part of a beautiful kitchen. As Sander drove up to the cabin, Robbe could see a large backyard with a patio and possibly a pool behind the house. Once the car pulled to a stop, Robbe turned to Sander, who was staring at him nervously.
“Do you like it?” Sander asked.
“I do,” Robbe said. “But how much did this cost?”
“Didn’t cost anything.”
“Sander—”
“It didn’t cost me anything,” Sander said. He sat up in his seat and cupped Robbe’s cheek, swiping his thumb along his cheekbone and connecting the freckles. Without really thinking about it, Robbe leaned into his touch as Sander watched him with soft green eyes. “It’s Emilie’s cabin. When I mentioned getting out of town to surprise you, she offered the cabin. Normally, they come every weekend. I’ve been invited a few times. Alicia has a test on Monday so they aren’t coming this weekend.”
“Really?” Robbe asked.
“Really.”
Sander leaned forward, connecting their lips. At first, the kiss was gentle and chaste; but the realization of them being alone without having to worry about roommates or streams was enough to break the proverbial dam of emotions. They hadn’t stepped out of the car, but their kiss became deeper, needier, and borderline desperate.
Robbe tugged at the fabric of Sander’s work shirt, trying to pull him closer, but the hindrance of the console between them stopped Sander from being able to do so. One of Sander’s hands fisted at the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling enough to be pleasurable. His other hand dropped to Robbe’s waist, pulling his hips flush against the center, before slipping his hand beneath his shirt. Robbe gasped, trying to pull him closer, but to no avail. The console was still lodged between them.
Sander let out a sigh, breaking the kiss. “Come on,” he said, turning the car off. Reluctantly, he untangled his hand from Robbe’s hair and reached in the backseat to grab the bags. “Let’s go inside.” Robbe nodded. Before he could manage to snag his bag, Sander was taking it out of his reach and stepping out of the car. Robbe stared at him in disbelief before climbing out of the car.
As Robbe stared up at the cabin in awe, Sander wrapped an arm around him. Robbe turned toward him, snaking his arm around his waist. “So, you didn’t spend money on this?”
“Not a dime,” Sander said matter-of-factly. Robbe let out a sigh of relief. “If you and I go out to get some food to cook later, I definitely will pay for it though. But even if it was the priciest cabin in the world, I would still do it because there is nothing in this world that is too expensive for you.”
Despite already knowing the answer, Robbe said, “At least let me pay for something.”
“No.”
“Sander.”
“No,” Sander said matter-of-factly before pressing a featherlight kiss on his lips. Robbe whined, trying to pull him closer, but Sander simply smirked and moved to the front door. As Sander fumbled with the extra set of keys, Robbe stood back, watching him with an amused grin. After a few minutes, the teal door swung open and Sander pulled him into the safety of the cabin.
Immediately after stepping into the living room, there were two thumps somewhere behind him.
Robbe turned, catching sight of their bags abandoned on the floor, before Sander was claiming his lips again. Robbe wrapped his arms around Sander’s shoulders, bringing their bodies flush together. They stumbled against the wall—Sander’s hand protectively cradling the back of his head before trailing down his body. They could’ve kissed for minutes or hours or maybe even days, simply lost in the feeling of being together and alone.
After their kiss, which felt like a glimpse of forever, Sander pulled away from him.
His green eyes were blown wide and his lips were teetering on the edge of bright red. Robbe was certain that he didn’t look much better. But right now, he didn’t care. All he wanted was Sander, kissing him again, chasing that glimpse.
“Come on,” Sander said. He sounded as wrecked as Robbe felt, his impatience threatening to overwhelm him. Sander tugged at the hem of Robbe’s shirt, pulling him from the wall and into an unfamiliar hallway. Without question, Robbe followed his movements, walking backward with Sander guiding him. He bent down, his lips brushing against Robbe’s as he said, “I’ll give you the grand tour.”
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The Way It Is, Chapter 4 (Arthur Morgan x Reader)
After two weeks of nonstop treatment, Arthur’s face was finally starting to look better. You hadn’t risked another trip into town. Now that Arthur was up and moving, you wanted to be with him. The last thing that they needed was for him to think he was doing better than he actually was while you were gone and hurting himself again. Or worse, getting caught by the Pinkertons. You didn’t even want to imagine the torture they would go through before they were killed. It was sure to be a slow and painful death, especially after what Abigail had done to Milton. Arthur described it once, the gruesome reality of having someone’s brains sprayed directly onto his face. You had, of course, seen a bullet go through more than a couple of skulls, usually from your own gun, but you had always been a safe distance away and never really had to face the aftermath. You figured that whoever had found Milton hadn’t seen it up close or at all. No, there would be no mercy for them now.
You forced Arthur to his feet. He didn’t protest verbally, but you could see the complaint in his eyes. Even after years of going through this kind of shit, he was still reluctant. Imagine that. He was always so proactive on jobs and helping out others, it was strange to see him so unwilling to do something to help himself. You had no qualms about dragging him out of the cave if it was necessary. Thankfully, Arthur would listen to you. Usually. Even now, as he leaned heavily against you, he was still walking forward.
“That’s it. Just a couple more feet,” you promised.
“You said that already,” Arthur huffed.
“Gotta keep you on your toes. Literally. C’mon, what happened to Arthur Morgan? The guy who could intimidate the world’s strongest man? The guy who, if your ridiculous campfire stories are to be trusted, fought a lion?”
Arthur groaned. “Don’t remind me. That damned Margaret or whatever his name was nearly got me killed. Did get a lot of folk killed down at Emerald Ranch, all to give me some piece a junk for my troubles.”
“Sure he did.”
You chuckled softly. A part of you didn’t believe anything like that could ever have happened, but they were far enough east around that time that you would have believed anything was possible. You looked up at him. He was staring at the ground with an intense expression. All of his energy was focused on getting his leg back up to full strength. He’d been sitting around in that cave for too long. When he stood up for the first time, he immediately fell back on his ass, clutching his wounded leg and grimacing. You had gone out into the woods to take care of the Count after that. You found that the white steed had taken a liking to you. If he was close enough, he’d come to the sound of your voice. You made sure that that pretty white coat of his stayed white and lustrous. While you were out there in the woods, you fashioned a fallen branch into a kind of staff for Arthur to make walking a little easier. Now, he was insisting that he didn’t need it. You had some requests of your own, such as taking him down the mountain side and back. Not all the way, of course. Just a few meters away from the cave. It was still well within view.
The real challenge was getting the food you cooked to stay in their stomachs. The food you’d bought at the general store had run out in a week. Since Arthur was awake, you felt comfortable going out to do some hunting. However, if you tried to do anything more than roast whatever game you’d managed to catch, it never turned out right. It wasn’t like they had a plethora of ingredients, but it wasn’t pleasant. It was, somewhat, better than having nothing. Hopefully, they’d be off this mountain soon.
“Hey, y’know what I could really go for?” Arthur asked.
“What?”
“Some fish. Dutch’s old rod was in with the Count’s things and I’ve always got mine handy. How’s about we head down to a nice place and try to catch somethin’?”
“Arthur Morgan, suggestin’ that we go fishin’? Now I’ve seen everything.” You didn’t bother trying to hide your grin. “Stay here, I’ll grab the rods.”
You quickly ran back to the cave, crawling inside and grabbing what they needed. You took a few scraps of bread and cheese, too, in case they needed some extra bait. Arthur was waiting somewhat eagerly for you to come back. You helped him move down the more tricky parts of the mountain. There were more than a few places that could get a little steep and slick if one step was wrong. They were following the small stream you’d discovered hidden in one of the many crevices. It was about 20 minutes of walking (mostly because they had to stop every now and then to let Arthur rest) to get to the spring the stream fed into.
Your breath was taken away as you looked at the sight before you. Crystal blue water stretched out just far enough. Vegetation was spread all around them. Some of the plants you knew, but most you couldn’t name off the top of your head. The water reflected the beauty around them. It was somewhat obscured, but that only added to it. The stream fed into the spring like a small waterfall, ensuring that the area would never be completely silent. Not even the lowest part of the rocks reached the surface, standing several inches above the water. A perfect fishing spot.
“Wow,” you spoke quietly.
“Wow indeed,” Arthur agreed.
Without another word, they both put together their rods, sharing the bait. You moved a few paces away to keep their lines from getting crossed. They sat in silence for a long time. It was comfortable. Perfect, unlike that first night Arthur had been awake. In a place like this, it was easy to forget fear and just… live. Really live and be human for a few fleeting moments. That was all that you really wanted now. Precious moments, surrounded by beauty.
Arthur stopped fidgeting and looked up. You glanced back at him. He was staring at the sky in wonder. His mouth was slightly agape and blue-green eyes were wide. You turned to see what he was looking at.
The sun was slowly setting in the west. From where they were, they actually had a pretty good view of it. The fading sun cast a glow of orange over the tops of the trees. The usual blue of the sky was melting into the oranges and yellows. The clouds were a light pinkish colour, lazily floating towards nothing. Purples meshed with reds, light and dark came together and it was only for a few moments. Before anything else could be seen or said, the moment was gone.
Arthur closed his mouth. There was a soft smile traced across his lips still. You stared at the retreating sun for a moment. It really was something else. No matter how many sunsets you saw, you would never get used to the sight of them. Each one of them was so different from the last, so unique.
“I missed the sun,” Arthur said.
“We can see it from the cave,” you shrugged.
“Yeah, but you know that ain’t the same as standing in a place like this and watchin’ it. Don’t try and fool yourself now.”
“Nah, I s’pose not. We better be headin’ back now. I don’t think any of our fish friends are interested in cheese.”
“Hold on! I’ve got somethin’!”
Arthur pulled back on the rod, reeling in whatever it was he had quickly. You watched in anticipation. Neither of them were expecting for his leg to give out at that exact moment.
Arthur was pulled into the water. He landed with a loud splash that sent water up over the rocks and onto you’s boots. Dread overtook you as you looked into the water. Arthur sputtered when he came back to the surface, wiping water from his eyes. He gave his head a good shake and held up the fishing rod.
“Had to cut the line to keep the rod,” he said.
“You okay?” you asked him. You hoped that your voice didn’t sound as worried as you felt.
“Yeah, I’m good. C’mon, help me outta here.”
You made your way down the rocks closer to the water’s edge. You found the spot closest to the water and held out your hand. Arthur swam over to you. His fingers wrapped around your wrist. You started to pull back but was met with a much greater force pulling you in. You barely had time to brace yourself before you were completely submerged. It took you a moment to get your bearings under water. Her eyes stung but you needed to look around. You found the surface and swam quickly. As soon as you were up, you took a deep gulp of fresh air into your lungs. Arthur was laughing like a madman. It wasn’t often that you heard Arthur laugh, but it did nothing to make you less angry at him. You sent a wave of water his way.
“You dumbass! Now we’re both soaked!” You complained.
“Ah, you’re enjoyin’ yourself, don’t lie.” Arthur was still smiling and trying not to laugh. “You need to do that, y’know. Take a little time for yourself. God knows you’ve spent enough of it on an old fool like me.”
“Fool? Yes. Old? No. If you’re old, then so am I and I ain’t ready for that conversation yet. And as for lookin’ out for you? If I didn’t do it, who would?” Arthur opened his mouth to say something back. “All right, will this shut you up? I’ll promise to watch you if you promise to watch me. We’ll take care of each other. Deal?”
You held out your hand expectantly. Arthur didn’t hesitate to take it in his own. His palms were rough and calloused. You were sure that yours felt much the same to him. They shook on it, making it official. You pulled your hand away. As Arthur turned around, you put your hands on his shoulders and pushed down with all of your strength. He was completely submerged. You let out a laugh of your own until you felt his hand on your ankle. Just like that, you were back underwater. You could just barely make out Arthur swimming back for air. You did the same. You pushed your hair out of your face. It was the first time that you had smiled in what felt like months.
You laid on your back and let yourself float. You looked up at the night sky. If Arthur was feeling this good, then their days on the mountain were numbered. If it was just the two of them, they could get off with relative ease. They could even make it back west, if they tried. Find someplace far away from the trains and settle there. Together. Make some kind of a life for whatever time that they had left. You wasn’t going back to being an outlaw. You knew that you could, if you really wanted to. You had been doing well for yourself before Arthur found you. Somehow, it felt wrong to think about going back to that life without the rest of the gang by your side.
Arthur entwined his fingers with yours. You looked over at him. He was staring at the sky, too. As you looked back up, you wondered what was causing that pensive look on his face. Was he worried about the same things you were? All you knew was that he was there and present. With his hand in your own, you could forget about the rest of the world. It was just the two of them in this moment, in their little secret spring. They were unburdened by the need for conversation. The only sound was the soft trickle of the stream.
Arthur let you go and swam to the edge. He pulled himself out of the water. Arthur shook his body like he was a dog, running his fingers through his hair. He leaned down and held out a hand to you. You swam over tentatively and took it. You still didn’t entirely trust Arthur now, not after that stunt. But there were no tricks up Arthur’s sleeve, not this time. He pulled you up with little difficulty, considering his leg wound.
You stood next to him for a moment, inches away from being flush against his chest. They had been forced to be close together over the past couple of weeks, sure, but this felt different somehow. You took a step back to get rid of the feeling. You didn’t like it and you didn’t like who was causing it.
On the sodden trek back to their temporary home, you kept your arms tight around yourself. By the time they got back to the cave, you were shivering. You made your way into the cave and started gathering up the blankets.
“Make sure to get out of those wet clothes, Arthur. The last thing we need is one of us catchin’ pneumonia,” you warned.
He nodded, facing towards the back of the cave as he started to unbutton his shirt. You stared at his back for longer than you should have. When you turned to face your own wall, your cheeks were burning. Quickly, you took off your own clothes and wrapped one of the blankets around yourself tightly. You set the clothes close to the entrance. You sat against one of the walls and leaned your head back. You let yourself dream of the virgin west for a short while before taking watch.
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Useless
Request: Can you do a one shot were you fight and he says something that really hurt you bc you were insecure about that and then you act kinda distant and idk can it fluff and angst pretty please 🥺 I love your blog 💜(tae)
Summary: “Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...
Member: Taehyung x Idol!reader
Word Count: 2,276
Genre: Angst, light smut, light fluff
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE
A/N: Shout out to the reader who requested my first Tae one shot, hope you enjoy. I got some big things planned to come out so i hope yall follow make sure you check out my masterlist for other stories
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“Y/N!!” Tae shouts from the living room finally acknowledging my presence for the first time today. Waking me from a dead sleep, that falling feeling startling. “Y/N!!!” His voice booming. Sluggishly, WHAT TIME IS IT?? 1:54 am the alarm clock reads I scream into the pillow and make my wake to the living room. The bright light blinding, Tae on the couch with Jungkook. “Yes?” the annoyance in my tone evident. “We’re hungry can you make us something please?” THE FUCKING NERVE!!!! I roll my eyes “Did you speak to me for the last 16 hours?” confusion creeping onto his face at my passive aggressive attitude. Jungkook’s face contorts obviously uncomfortable. “I was just asking you to make us food, no need to be a bitch about it ill just order out” He snaps back “and by the way if you have something to fucking say then say it I don’t appreciate the off handed comments especially when you could have come to me as well and speak to me..” his eyes roll, Jungkook eyeing the door “WELL!.... this has been......fun. I'm gonna head out. Sorry Y/N didn’t mean to upset you” I smile at his friendliness. “Goodnight Jungkookie, I'll see you next time okay I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable.” I escort him out the door.
Tae’s eyes fuming as I turn around. “Look what you fucking did! You made him leave all because of you’re stupid fucking attitude!” He shouts, throwing his controller on the ground smashing it. “You couldn’t just say you didn’t fucking feel like it instead of pushing my friend out the fucking door” fear creeping up in my body. Me and Tae have fought before but he’s never raised his voice like this. He’s never been THIS angry before. “Tae, I’m sorry but I was sleeping and-” “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING?” his terrifying voice booming. Tears sting my eyes all my anger from the day boiling over as the confession spews out of my mouth “NO YOU DON’T BECAUSE YOU NEVER FUCKING CARE ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK I DO TODAY WAS A CLEAR INDICATION OF THAT NO? YOU HAVE A FUCKING DAY OFF AND YOU LITERALLY SPEND IT IGNORING ME AND PLAYING YOUR STUPID ASS GAME. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A WALK WITH ME AND YOURE TOO TIRED. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A NAP WITH ME YOU WANT TO BE UP. SO, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT HUH? SO, WHEN I FINALLY, FINALLY FALL ASLEEP YOU WANT TO FUCKING WAKE ME UP TO ASK ME TO COOK FOR YOU AND JUNGKOOK?????????”
“Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...
*10 YEARS AGO,*
“Y/N! YOU RUINED IT! IT WAS MY FAVORITE AND YOU BROKE IT!!” My older sister shouts, as her hand harshly cracks along my cheek. Tears stream down my face, “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to...” I whimper. The mirror on the ground shattered like my heart, my sisters rough hand shoves me to my knees. Glass stabbing at my skin like a thousand knives, her hand in my hair. “CLEAN IT NOW!!!” Her shouting alerts my mother. “Y/S/N? What's going on?” My mother's soft voice asks as she comes into the room. “Tsk....Y/N what did you do now?” Annoyance in her tone, her eyes rolling. “She broke my mirror. She broke my favorite mirror....she's so useless mom why is she here she needs to go.” My sister whined.
“Let her go, Y/N pick this up and come to my room...” the tone dark. Fear taking a hold of my chest. Whilst cleaning the mirror my sisters torture did not end glass penetrated my hand every time, she shoved me over as I held each shard with care. Dread fills me as the mirror is completely clean. Slowly, I trek to my mother's room my 12-year-old frame trembling as I stand in front of my mother's door heart beating threatening to burst out of my chest.
“Y/N LETS GO NOW” my mother shouts from the other side of the door. The beating didn’t last too long the pain only temporary; the lecture lasted a lifetime the pain forever. “Why do you have to be so damn useless huh? It's like you enjoy ruining our lives, you never seem to do anything right and I'm so god damn tired of fucking covering for you. SO, you need to go, I don’t care where it is you go but it's not here. I want you out by tomorrow and don’t take none of that expensive shit that’s mine”. I was out within the hour, terrified of what may come if I lasted until tomorrow. Rushing out of the door at 3 am with all of my essential belongings in hand, with no destination in sight.
Months go by living all around Seoul at parks, bus stations, motels when I get really lucky. Singing in the street to come up with a few dollars to eat. Some days I didn’t make enough and I would slip items in my clothes, becoming quite the “artist”. One day, I’m singing in front of a small store front 2 gentlemen dressed lavishly listening intently phone recording as my verse comes to an end. Their eyes burning holes into me as a blush creeps up onto my face. The crowd disperses at the top of my hat a business card BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT. Confusion strikes me turning the card over. A small hand written note and address on the back ‘TOMORROW 2 PM’. My heart races WHAT????
*TRAINEE DAYS*
“Y/N-AH STOP BEING SO DAMN USELESS AND PLEASE HIT THE BEAT ON THE RIGHT COUNT!” My groups dance lead, Hye-un shouts. Fury in her eyes, “Seriously we probably would have debuted by now if you could do something right like you can't sing, you can't dance...what can you do huh?? Stand there? Remember you’re only here because Namjoon oppa felt bad for you.” her words cut like knives. “Namjoon oppa thinks I'm good..” I mutter weakly, under my breathe as tears slide down my face. Every girl laughs, “No, honestly no one does like come on, you can't see it, He felt bad for you idiot. You were homeless and needed a place to go.” Jisoo snaps. Her words breaking my heart, grabbing my bag and dashing toward the door. They won't get to see me cry...not like that... not for them.
Running down the hallway, hunting for the farthest studio away from them to release my demons. THUD! “Oof DUDE WATCH WHERE YO-” The loud voice cut off “LOOK IM NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD MOVE” I shout as I stand up to run past the stranger. “Damn... Okay... rude... are you okay though you look like you’re crying” He says as I wipe my eyes getting a clear view of the man that I've collided with. A blush instantly creeping on my face as the familiar face becomes recognizable and my head shoots down, Taehyung oppa. All the anger in me fades quickly as the god like man shifted. My voice is shaky, “IM SO SORRY, I wasn’t paying attention. I'm just having a rough morning. I should get going, I'm so sorry... I..Um...S-Sorry” He chuckles “Ha, you said that already...3 times in fact” a small giggle escapes my lips.
“So, I know you don’t know me or anything but I’m a great listener. Maybe you can tell me what's going on, it might help” He says sincerely. Hesitant, I look down “um....-” “Look, don’t worry if you don’t want to physically tell me give me your number you can text it to me then that way you and I don’t have to be face to face and it can help you to get more out that sound good?” I nod as he pulls out his phone and asks for mine. His number in my phone as Tae<3. A smile creeps up onto my face as he pulls me into a hug. My body melts into his like I've known him for years. “Okay so I'll talk to you later” A smile on his face as he walks off.
Blushing, as realization dawns on me as I pull my phone out to text him.
*PRESENT*
From there I told Tae everything, my fears, my past, insecurities. Useless....that's all I’ve ever been. My sobs no longer able to be held back as they barrel their way through my chest. “F-fin-ne then Tae you won't have to worry about me being in your way anymore” I whisper as I turn around and walk into the bedroom Tae and I share. Locking the door behind me I curl up in bed and let the tears take over me. Mama never loved you, the girls never wanted you to debut with them, they made you go solo because of how useless the group thought you were, You're so fucking useless to Tae. I ruin fucking everything I'm sorry Tae. The tears putting you to sleep eventually.
TAE’S POV
FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO???????!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!! The regret fills my mind as the bedroom door locks in my face. Her sobs filling the apartment, my heart cracking at the sound. Sitting outside of the door listening to the love of my life cry herself to sleep in our bedroom, alone, because of me. Baby I'm so sorry...you know I never would mean anything like that, but the words never come out.
Nothing can physically come out as my heart pounds in my throat terrified of what tomorrow could bring. Would she leave? NO! Tae don’t think like that Y/N loves you and she’ll know you could never mean that...right? Tears streaming down my face at the thought. You fucked up...you fucking hurt her in one of the worst fucking ways possible. There's no way she's going to forgive you. Trudging back to the couch as I let the tears consume me.
Y/N’S POV
The sun beaming in my eyes, burning, as I blink myself awake. Eyes sore, Tae’s words resting at the front of my mind. Making my way to the restroom, the second the door is open Tae is in front of me on his knees. “Baby, I’m an asshole okay but I love you and-and I'm sorry” He pleads as he wraps his arms around my waist head resting against my stomach. Disgust filling me, “Move, I have to use the restroom” Tae’s saddened figure retreats back to the living room defeated. Tears stream down my face as the hot water from the shower soaks me. My pain evident, Tae shuffling outside of the bathroom door every few minutes whispering to himself before disappearing back into the living room.
Placing one of my tank tops and sweat pants on, I make my way out of the bathroom. Tae rushing behind me as I walk back into the bed room. The saddened puppy looks still on his face. His regret in his eyes, his face is puffy and red proof he’s been crying over his words. The sight weakening my angry state as he reaches for my face and looks into my eyes caressing my cheek. His gaze drifting to my lips, slowly leaning forward he brushes his lips against mine looking for some form of consent. My eyes close as he presses forward and kisses me with so much emotion, his tongue delving in to my mouth and tasting me. A slight moan released from his lips as he presses me against the bedroom door slamming it shut. He lifts my right leg over his waist pulling me closer, as lips slide down to my neck. The way his tongue attacks my neck, drawing a puddle in my panties, his member grinding against me hard as a rock. The need for more grows inside me as Tae pulls his lips off of my body as he whispers in my ear his voice shaky and terrified “I-I’m so s-sorry, I love you and you’re not useless. I didn’t mean it. I could never mean it, you’re perfect I swear. And I'm such an ass for saying something like that there’s no excuse for what I said but please, okay, I'm BEGGING you don’t leave me.”
A tear slides down my face as he shakes, crying into my ear wrapping his arms around my waist. Tae’s sadness washing away any animosity toward him at his words. “Baby... you hurt me but I'd never leave you. You're all I have and I'm never giving you up” I hug him back. His smile against my neck. “I don’t deserve you.....I'm sorry” I nod and run my hands through his hair. “SO! Were you just being a tease or are you gonna finish what you started?” I ask seductively as I put Tae’s hand in my pants, a smirk creeps onto his face.
“Oh, Kitten, I have so many plans for us today”
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Cashmere Vanilla
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Your head was pounding, the light streaming in from the curtains was painful, and the room honestly felt like it was spinning. Ughhh.. you pulled the comforter up over your head and took a few deep breaths. I am never going back to the club again, never taking another shot, and never staying out past midnight ever again you thought to yourself. Last night was a bit of a blur...actually the past few weeks were all a little blurry. You had spent almost every night out clubbing, drinking your broken heart away, and dancing with every hot single guy you could find. None of them made it back to your place though..none of them were as good as him...No (y/n) not today. You are not doing this today. Not again. You managed to get out of bed and wander to the bathroom to find some Advil, after rummaging through every cabinet you finally found it, popped a couple in your mouth and downed it with water. Food..I need food, you thought. You looked in the mirror and shuddered, Yikes, I look absolutely terrible. Your makeup had smeared down your face, your hair was in tangles, and the bags under your eyes were growing larger every day. “(y/n)?” your friends voice echoed into the room.
You wandered down the stairs and found her sitting at your table with a bag of bagels and a coffee. “Ah I love you so much” you said grabbing the coffee and bagel with a smile.
“You look horrible.” She stated with an eye roll. “Who did you meet last night?”
“Preston. I think he may actually be a keeper you know. Very cute. Very good at dancing as well.”
“(y/n) you can't keep doing this...” your friend said with a sigh. You dropped your head and moaned. “I think you might actually need to talk to someone. Maybe get some help with the break up...Maybe even call Ha-”
“Don’t say his name.” Your eyes were already starting to fill with tears.
“Look I love you. But this isn't healthy. Its time to get out again. Time to clean up and get back to normal life.” Normal life, what's that...your mind began to wander and stopped listening to the rant about happiness and life your friend was giving you. “(y/n)!” your friend yelled snapping you out of your thoughts. She sighed again and gave you the look. You know the one that said pay attention and lets get moving. “Go shower. Get cleaned up. We are going out. Not to the clubs but to the grocery store where we will get you actual food and then come back and actually cook and clean.” you nodded and gave in. There was nothing stopping a plan she had already mentally envisioned you doing so might as well not argue it. You finished your coffee and hopped in the shower. Taking time to actually shampoo, condition, and yes shave. You walked out a entirely different person. You threw on some leggings and a crop top before brushing out your hair and applying some basic make up. You then made your way back downstairs. “Wow. Its like your completely normal again.” your friend looked. You smiled and spun in a circle.
“Is this socially acceptable now?” She rolled her eyes and dragged you to the car. You felt good, much better than you had in the last two weeks. Maybe this is all I needed...a shower, some clothes, a little makeup..you smiled and laughed for the first time in what felt like forever.
“What are you laughing at” your friend said laughing along.
“I don't know I just feel good today. Like something good is going to happen today.”
“Yeah we are turning you into a normal person again.” You arrived at the store and jumped out grabbing a nearby cart.
“Transform me.” you said with a jump and a laugh. She rolled her eyes and pulled you along. In the store you grabbed your normal groceries along with some special items for a girls night. Face masks, brownie mix, wine, and now were just wandering. You came to the candle isle and smiled. A candle would be nice to have. You smelled over 30 candles before coming to one. Cashmere vanilla. Sounds good, you pulled the top of and took a sniff. Your heart nearly stopped. It was his smell. The almost exact smell of the cologne you had bought him for Christmas. The one he wore all the time, to every event, movie, concert. You dropped to the floor, leaning back against the wall the candle in your hand and tears in your eyes. It was the smell you loved so much. The one you would steal his hoodies for, burry your face in his chest. You closed your eyes.
“(y/n)?” your friend called out very concerned. “What happened? Are you okay?” She knelt next to you.
“Its him. Its his smell.” you mumbled through the tears. You looked at her and held the candle up. “Its all him.” She grabbed it and smelled it before placing it back on the shelf.
“Come o-”
“What are you doing?!” you nearly scream jumping up and pulling it back off the shelf.
“(y/n)...”
“I need it.” you whisper. She just sighs and takes the candle, placing it in the cart and pulling you to the check out. Once in the car you feel like you can breathe again. You're feeling a little better. “Can we stop at Beachwood cafe pleaseeee” you ask turning to your friend with a smile. “I am desperately in need of some coffee.”
“Why Beachwood hmm? Why not Starbucks, or literally anything else?”
“Because...because well”
“(y/n)...you can't keep this up. You can't go back to these things. I need you to actually move on. I can set you up with a blind date, a friend, anything but this needs to stop.”
“I just want a coffee. Theres nothing attached to it. I don't even think about Harry when I think of Beachwood cafe...” you lied biting your tongue. “See I even said his name. Thats an improvement.” You fought the urge to cry. Every little thought about him hurt and Beachwood held so many memories. You and Harry had gone there almost everyday. He would write and you would watch giving him feedback when necessary. He would hold your hand, play with your hair, smile. You would laugh and throw crumbs of the muffin you were eating at him distracting him and then there was that time he had kissed you after blabbing how you were in love with him...stop (y/n) this is enough. No more thoughts. You shook yourself out of it and looked over. “I promise I'll run in and out. Super quick. No tears. Nothing. Just coffee.” She groaned and turned down the road it was on. “Have I told you much I love you?”
“Not enough clearly.” she said before parking and then locking the door. You looked over confused. “In and out. No Harry. No tears. Just coffee.” You bit your lip and nodded. “Just coffee.” and with that you hopped out and ran inside. The familiar smell hit you and you took a deep breath. I can do this. Its just a cafe...nothing attached to it. You looked around and actually smiled. You had missed this place. It left a warm feeling in your heart. Until you heard his voice..his laugh.. you tried not to look but you did. There he was. Sat at your table...with another girl.
“Can I help you?” the barista asked.
“Uh...Yeah can I get-” You heard his laugh again and peaked as he was leaning closer to her. “Nevermind...no thank you.”
“Are you sure? I can recommend a drink if you don't know what you want”
“No really its okay.” You turned quickly and right into the guy behind you who had dropped his cup of coffee. Everyone went silent and looked. Harry’s head turned and his eyes caught on yours, his mouth dropping open. He went to stand up and you bolted to the door, tears falling down your cheeks. You jumped into the car, wiped your face, and told your friend to drive. She didn't even question it. Didn't question why you had no coffee, why you were crying. She just drove. So much for feeling good today... You ran inside to the comfort of your bed. Your friend had put the groceries away before coming up.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“It was our table....there was another girl...he was laughing. He was happy...and it wasn't because of me..”
She didn't even reply, just crawled into bed with the donuts she had bought and turned on Netflix. The two of you sat like that most of the day and when you felt better you agreed to go down and make brownies. It was then you noticed the candle. She grabbed it and hid it but you got it back. You grabbed the lighter, sat it on the table and lit the wick. You breathed in the smell. It actually calmed you down, just like the real thing had so many times. You turned and smiled at her. “I call licking the spoon.”
Once the brownies were in the oven you had decided to do some laundry. You were upstairs when someone had knocked on the door. “Can you get that?” You yelled downstairs. You didn't hear an answer but the knocking had stopped so you assumed your friend had answered it.
Harry’s POV:
“Yeah the new album is very personal and-” the sound of a frustrated man who had dropped his coffee echoed through the cafe. Everyone went silent and he looked up to see what had happened. There she was, in a chaotic mix of coffee filled drama. Her eyes landed on his and his breath caught in his throat. He moved to get up, see if she was okay. He wanted to wipe the tears in her eyes and hold onto her until she felt better. But she ran, he got up to follow but it was too late. She had jumped in the car and left. His heart broke a little more and he wanted to follow, but the interviewer had also followed, asking if everything was okay. “Yeah just wanted to see if she was okay..” he had lied. He was not okay. He hadn't been. Two weeks ago, after drinking too much and stressing about tour, he had broken up with (y/n). He just thought life would be easier without her, he thought it would help her stay away from the online hate, the record label had said its better to be single, better to have that image of not being tied down. But fuck..life had been far worse without her. He missed her laugh, the way she clung to him on the couch while watching movies, her kisses, everything. And it was then he had made the decision to find her and ask if she was okay, catch up, be friends, anything to have her back in his life. “I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well. Can we reschedule this interview?” the girl nodded, she had been flirting the whole time and she was pretty but she was no (y/n). He ran to the counter and ordered a coffee to go, just the way you liked it.
Your POV:
“Just go away.” you heard your friend say. Weird, who's at the door she's telling to leave. You wandered down the stairs to the door and stopped dead. His green eyes locked on yours and he half smiled. You gripped the wall and stared back.
“(y/n)” he breathed out.
“Harry can't you see you're killing her...I mean what are you even doing here.”
“I brought you a coffee but its a little cold now..and wanted to check in and see if you were okay. You know after the cafe...” he looked down and shifted uncomfortably. “I- I uh missed you and -”
“Harry leave. Seriously. Its been two weeks. She has barely slept, eaten, moved, all because of you. You have destroyed her.” Harrys eyes were glistening with tears and he looked back at you. You just wanted to reach out, hold him, make sure he was okay.
“Stop.” You said to your friend. “Just stop okay.”
“(y/n)” she said exhausted. “You have borderline become an alcoholic who goes out every night to find random guys to distract yourself with. You can't even lie and say you've been okay.” Harry looked at you again and anger flashed through his eyes. This time you looked down. “Harry just please go...”
“No.” you said walking forward. You looked at your friend and back at Harry. “I need to talk to him. I need to know why. I need closure..” She looked annoyed and you knew it was out of love. “Please just take a walk and Harry can have 10 minutes and then he's gone. For good. I just need to know.”
Harry looked stressed and relieved at the same time. She nodded and walked out the door knocking Harry’s shoulder with hers. “10 minutes.”
Harry sighed and walked in. He looked around and noticed the mess but didn’t comment. He followed you to the couch where you sat at one end legs tucked up and arms around your legs. Your head rested on your arms and you looked at him closer. He looks terrible too. His eyes are a little puffy, bags underneath, his hair was a mess, “(y/n) I don't know what to say..” his deep voice cut through. Shit, you blinked faster preventing the tears from falling.
“Why did you do it...Why did you leave..Why did you kiss her when you knew I was showing up, why wouldn't you talk to me..did you not love me? Was I just a distraction?” Fuck, the tears were falling faster than you could blink. You were crying harder, your breathing increased and Harry shifted closer to you.
“No, no of course not love.” He reached up and wiped the tears from your cheek. “I loved you so so much. I still do-I just”
“You clearly don't love me Harry. Otherwise you wouldn’t have left in the first place.”
“(y/n) you don't understand...”
“I don't. I don't understand. How can you say you love me when two weeks ago you personally destroyed me.”
He couldn't take it anymore. He reached his arms out and pulled you into him. His heart was breaking all over again just seeing the pain you were in. “Im sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I meant to make life easier. I-” his voice broke and you saw he was now crying. “(y/n) I know I fucked up...I know I did. I love you so much and I-” you gave in. If Im never going to see him again, why not get a proper goodbye. You reached up and pulled his lips to yours. He was surprised at first but soon took over. He bit hard onto your lip and you knew it was going to bruise. His hands pulled you to a sitting position on his lap where your fingers tangled into his hair. His lips went from yours to your neck and right below your ear. You softly moaned leaning into him. He sucked gently on your neck before moving back to your lips. You could taste his tears and you knew he could taste yours. You stood up and pulled him with you but he grabbed you again, lifting you so that your legs closed tightly around his waist. He was making his way towards the stairs when the door opened. He quickly dropped you and backed away. You were both out of breath.
“Your 10 minutes are up Styles.”
You looked at him and he looked back and you looked down. Don't go, don't go..And then he was gone. Leaving you falling to the floor in sobs, watching him leave yet again.
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Okay but seriously...the candle is at target and smells so so good. I hope you all enjoy! xoxo
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A Walk in the Woods
“Look, if you draw a two thousand-mile-long line across the United States at any angle, it’s going to pass through nine murder victims.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail
Cautions: Language/Gore
Rating Adultish
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Branch and bramble tugged at her body as she plowed through the undergrowth of the forest. Hands frantic with terror pulled away at the gnarled vines as she continued her desperate race to find safety. She crashed through another dark wall of twisted twig and bough then fell forward on to the detritus of forest floor. Thorns, leaves, and decaying matter adhered to her skinned hands and knees.
For a moment, she dropped her chin to her chest and fought to slow her panicked gasps. Her disheveled hair pulled loose from her sagging ponytail and plastered to the smudged dirt and in her mouth. She grabbed the hair and spat it out. The strong desire to just collapse there and surrender to whatever fate the forest decided warred with her simmering anger fueled will to survive and kill her therapist.
The crashing sound of her nearing pursuer startled her into action. She crawled to the nearest tree and pulled herself up on the twisted moss-covered trunk. She took a deep breath and inhaled the moist earth tinted air. For an alarming minute, her vision tunneled, and the sounds of the forest took on the muted quality foreshadowing an imminent collapse. Her world stretched and then snapped back into terrifying focus as she gritted her teeth and willed herself forward.
Pushing herself back into motion, a mantra reverberating through her head. “I will not die here. This will not beat me. I am going to kill my fucking therapist. Face your fucking fear. What a stupid fucking idea! I will NOT die here. This will not beat me-“
Her foot met air and her arms flailed wildly as she sought to recover her lost balance. Momentarily, her foot found a purchase as she tried to slow her fall and began to slide down the steep ravine. Her slide quickly became a tumble. She pinballed down the hillside, bouncing over the bumps and into obstacles. Her perception a blurry whirl of leaves, rocks, pebbles, and the decomposing stuffs of trees and weeds.
Thud into Rock. Tree. Rock. Rock. Bump. Branch. Log. Then air, as she flew over a ridge. The following impact with the ground drove the air from her lung as she bounced finally into a weathered tree.
The last jolt left her huddled trying to catch her breath. She curled around her throbbing ribs and felt the symphony of discordant body aches and pain swelling into a crescendo threatening to overwhelm her senses.
The ever-present heavy thudding footfalls and splintering forestscape in the wake of the thing of tooth and claw that had chased her, focused her senses. She had no idea what the thing was. Maybe a bear. In her encounter with it, she had the sense of something huge. It lumbered up and stood in the shadows behind her. With a roar the thing had swept out a massive claw slashing her backpack off. She tumbled and rolled up, sprinting away into this awful, awful forest. This thicket with its tall dark trees reaching upward to smother out the sky, the looming branches dipping, swaying and grabbing to rend and tear her away. The dark foliage hiding monsters and terrifying animals – Stop. She had to not think about anything but running.
She wobbled to her feet. Swaying dangerously, she took a step and focused just on moving. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front-
Her one foot in front slid into a hole and her arms cartwheeled again trying to regain her precarious balance. The moment froze in time as she felt her balance give way and prepared for another bone jarring slam into the ground. Instead it was cold, scummy water rushing into her mouth and swallowing her whole. The taste of algae filled her mouth as she came up sputtering, coughing in a slow-moving pooling stream. Really, more of a water filled ditch. A ditch just in the place to soak her head to toe.
If she could have summoned the extra breath, she would have screamed. All she could do was grind her teeth and shiver as she clambered up the bank. When she pulled herself from the water, she smacked her fist down on the packed dirt with an inarticulate cry. That bitch of a therapist was so dead, she was going to take an ice pick and shove it so far-
Her tirade came to screeching halt when, she really looked at the packed dirt. Holy shit! She was on a trail. It was well worn and easy to see even in the dim light. Any sign of civilization was like a neon sign from God, finally her luck was turning for the better. She began a running limp along the trail putting distance between her and the menacing thing looking to make her a snack.
If she hadn’t had a fear of the forest before, she sure as shit had one now. Especially this dark, cold, and phobia inducing forest complete with a terrifying carnivorous predator. Supposedly, seeing what was in the forest was not supposed to be as bad as what she imagined. Well that was bullshit, because this forest was hiding that… whatever it was with too many teeth and huge claws. Not in one of her fear induced anxiety had she ever imagined that.
Her therapist said she should read Thoreau, and that like her other advice was bullshit. He was too in love with his own words and the tamed woods. The Bill Bryson guy had it more correct. Woods were creepy and full of death inducing insects, diseases, and animals. Her therapist was not amused by her choice of reading and pointed out that Bryson comes down firmly on the side of nature. She told her therapist; he was a sell out to big wood and then giggled helplessly through the rest of the session. Looking back, it made sense that her therapist sent her out to the woods, she was a terrible patient.
Her pace slowed and she leaned against a misshapen trunk to rest and listen. She hadn’t heard the thing since she climbed out of the thick water of the ditch and needed to catch her breath. Her heart pounding loudly in her ears, only the creepy sound of falling branches and whispering wind seeped past it. With deep calming breaths, her heart slowed, and she really listened. There weren’t any animal sounds and only a few insects. It was like the forest ate everything that came within it. She shook the thought out of her head. Seriously, not helping yourself here. As her heart slowed, a far-off sound caught her attention. The tinny sound of music. A radio! Fuck yes!
She took off down the trail toward the sound. Visions of warmth, safety, and alcohol danced in her head adding buoyance and speed to her steps. Still wet, bleeding from various scratches and the pain her ribs pounded in time to her steps, she literally wasn’t out of the woods yet, but there was light at the end of the tunnel as the music grew louder and a generator’s chugging joined the chorus. Then there was smoke. She hoped they were burning this rotten place to the ground. Screw you, trees.
Shouting as she burst into the clearing, she immediately stopped. There was a fire, a tent, and the tell-tale smell of ammonia. Two men armed with rifles stepped out of the large tent and the smell of ammonia became overwhelming.
Her heart sank. Here were some of Bryson’s “armed, genetically challenged fellows” maybe even as he put it, “loony hillbillies destabilized by gross quantities of impure corn liquor and generations of profoundly unbiblical sex” except they weren’t brewing alcohol, but cooking meth in the middle of Snow White’s fucking haunted woods. She just knew she was going to be on a podcast about missing people or to support the adage of “don’t go into the forest”.
The cocking of the rifles pinpointed her focus on the Walter White wannabes and she tried to summon a friendly face. Considering the state of her clothes, hair, and bleeding, she supposed that she looked more like the after picture for noob goes to the woods, which was remarkable accurate. She raised her hands. “Hi.”
One of the men spit a glob of black-brown goo at the fire and stepped forward. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m lost. I mean I have no idea where I am except in an awful forest. I just want to leave. Can you-“ She stopped as the other man stepped forward and leered.
“You look lost.” Meth cook number one, the spitter, said.
“I am.”
“I’ll help ya.” Meth cook number two, the leerer, laughed as he grabbed his crotch.
“How’d ya find us?” Meth number one asked.
“I just told you, I didn’t. I’m lost.”
“How’d you get lost?” Meth number two asked. “Were ya lookin’ fer love in all the wrong places?”
First Meth guy glared at second Meth guy, “Shut it. Go back to work. I’ll handle this.”
“But Cletus-“
“Bubba, now or I will shoot ya. Ya know I will.”
Bubba, and didn’t that just totally fit, huffed and sulked as he shuffled back to the tent, scratching his ass as he walked. Leaving just Meth guy number one, aka Cletus.
“I don’t believe you. How’d ya get lost?”
She tried hard not to roll her eyes. “I guess the usual way. I knew where I was then I didn’t. Lost.” She said trying to give sincere smile, but from Cletus’ reaction it came off as a smirk. This is exactly why her therapist hated her. No one likes a smartass.
“You think this is some joke girlie? You think I won’t shoot yer ass and drop it back in that stream? Cuz I will. Yer in a world of trouble here.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Kind of the story of the day. You know?”
“Ain’t nuthin personal. Yer jus’ real unlucky. We can’t have ya going back and telling them where we are.” He put the rifle up to his shoulder.
Fear made her words breathlessly and spill out with ever increasing speed and volume, “I’m lost! I literally have no idea where I am much less you! For fuck sake, what about lost do you not understand!”
Cletus frowned. “Ya ought’n ta curse. I think ya ain’t lost. Ya came up that path,” he gestured behind the tent, “from the road.”
“I came from that way.” She pointed behind her. “Do you think I used my obviously awesome forest skills to stealthily come up here and oh by the way jump into the disgusting stream and threw myself down a hill before that to complete the look?”
Cletus chewed on something as he lowered the rifle. He looked like he was trying to work out what was just said to him for a minute. The hamster that ran the wheel in his brain must be out of shape because he gave up and shrugged. “Yep.”
So not so much Walter White wannabes, but Jed Clampett’s much stupider inbred cousins. Inbred insane cousins armed and ready to shoot. “Please, come on. I lost my backpack, I don’t have money or a mobile – but … if you take me to a phone and I can get some money. Please!”
Cletus placed the rifle butt against his shoulder again. “Sorry, can’t take a chance. ‘Sides I’m doin’ you a favor. Bubba, he ain’t right.”
“Wait-Wait… don’t!” She started to move back when she noticed Cletus’ mouth dropped open. Then the fetid breath from behind her, blew her loose hair and the smell hit her. The overpowering stench of rot and filth wafted over her as a guttural growl vibrated her back. She closed her eyes and turned slowly.
When she opened them, she saw it. Its massive maw opened, and thick saliva sluiced through huge yellow teeth. It was almost on top of her. Its heavy breath blew her hair again and then Bubba walked out of the tent.
“I don’t know why I have- What the hell is that!” He yelled and the stilled tableau burst into motion.
The creature roared. She dropped to her knees. Cletus fired. Bubba fired. The creature charged over her into Cletus, its bite taking off the right side of Cletus’ upper torso. He screamed. Bubba screamed as the geyser of Cletus’ blood covered him and dripped from the creature’s jaw. Bubba literally lost his shit and fired until the rifle just clicked. She rolled to her feet and took off running for the back of the tent and the path. She heard Bubba scream and fade into incoherent whimpering interrupted by the nauseating sound of chewing.
It was not a bear. She had no idea what it was, but some crazy cryptozoologist could figure that shit out. All she knew was she didn’t want to end up in its gut and she had to run. She was sure that it had expended a lot of energy chasing her and didn’t think that the meth boy appetizers were going to sate it.
She ran for about a minute and then heard the muffled sound of an explosion as the volatile chemicals in the meth lab blew up. She stopped and look back at the fireball rising from the forest. Good. Burn baby, burn. Then turned and ran. Her luck was nowhere good enough to suppose that the thing was dead.
The forest was darker after the bright explosion of light and the imminent setting of the sun. But the deep dark forest didn’t bother her now. The crashing of branches and the heavy footfall behind her was her real concern. Where was that fucking road!
The path narrowed and meandered between huge trees and small saplings. She hoped that the narrow path would slow it down some but knew just like all prey does that it wouldn’t make that much difference. She had to get to the road. Cletus and Bubba were too overweight for it to be too far.
Then it appeared in front of her. A two-lane black top. An empty two-lane black top. A dilapidated pick up truck, rusted through in several parts of the body was on the side of the road. She didn’t pause to try and get in.
She sprinted up the middle of the road away from the path. She was running uphill and already down into the valley of the next when she realized she could have hid in the truck. Too late, she was committed to running and she was so close. If only one car would show up. Please just one damn car. She nearly tripped over roadkill going up the next hill. and looked over her shoulder. She didn’t see it, but she didn’t pause. It was somewhere close. She knew it like she knew that she couldn’t stop running.
As she topped the next hill, she put on a burst of speed. The road flattened and curved off to the right. She made the curve and froze. There were bright headlights and the screeching of tires as an eighteen-wheeler bore down on here. She understood the deer’s point of view as her brain screamed move and her body just wouldn’t. It was almost on top of her when she moved. The upside, it was committed to stopping, the downside this was going to hurt.
The impact drove her breath out her body and added road rash to the list of her body’s grievances. She curled in on herself for a moment as the acrid smoke from the tires billowed around her.
She heard the semi’s door opened and footsteps headed her direction. She started moving slowly crawling up to her hands and knees, her head dropped to her chest, as the truck driver spoke, “Shit, shit! Are you okay? What were you – Good God All Mighty what the hell is that?”
Adrenalin jerked her head and her body into motion, “Get in the truck. Hurry up, go!” She ran to him and pushed him toward the door. “Stop staring and move! Jackass MOVE!”
The trucker jerked at her profanity and ran away from the lumbering figure moving out of the woods.
She sprang inside the truck and urged him on. “Please come on, come on!”
He climbed in with the speed that only terror can instill in someone. He shoved her over to the other side and slammed the door as claws raked the metal.
There was a bang as the creature rammed its body into the door and then there was a roar and a crack. The window was cracking as the cab of the truck shook.
The driver needed no more prompting and threw the truck into gear. He gave it gas and the tires screeched again as he accelerated. There was another bump and an accompanying roar as the tires ran over part of the creature and she smiled.
“D-Did you see that? What was it?”
She shook her head slowly, “I don’t know. Something with lots of teeth and a never give up attitude. So, you might want to floor it.”
Nodding, he pressed harder on the accelerate and shifted up. “We got to call someone.”
She nodded, “Sure. Tell them about the bear.”
“Bear? Ma-am that weren’t no bear. It was.. was-“
“A bear. Unless you want to tell them that some pebbly hided creature that was a cross between razorback feral hog, bear, and Creature from the Black Lagoon took a bite out of your truck. Then I hope you have real good insurance, because you’ll be drug tested and psych ward bound.”
“Right, bear. What about that smoke there?”
She looked at the smoke rising above the forest as they passed the meth cooker’s pick-up truck. “It tried to eat a Meth Lab after eating the Meth guys.”
He shot a disbelieving look and she shrugged, “It’s been a day.”
Patty, 10/16/2020
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A/N: Three anon requests. I skipped the plot of DMTNT because… well, I mean we all know what happened, right? Have fun!
Words: 1926
Warnings: implied smut, Will Turner!twin sister reader
You had been watching him for days—drinking rum, screwing prostitutes and stealing money, Captain Jack Sparrow was a typical pirate in the heart of Tortuga. He had let his guard down—well, maybe he was just too drunk, anyway.
Clutching your sword tightly, you smirked and slightly shook your head as you watched him stumble over a chair and then grin at one of the waitresses. He was lucky he was so charming. You almost felt sorry for what you were about to do.
Usually, only two men stayed on the Pearl to protect and guard it. There was Gibbs, you knew, his first mate and Marty, that small man most people never paid any attention to. It would be easy to overpower them, you were armed with the element of surprise, after all. Besides, you had no intention to kill them. You were a pirate, not a murderer and now, you were finally going to acquire a ship. The most legendary ship of them all.
Revelling in the dark, you hurried down the pier until you reached the landing plank of the ship. Your footsteps were all but mute when you climbed on deck and quietly drew your sword, your eyes scanning your surroundings. Gibbs had extinguished all the lights but the moon was your ally. You spotted him near the steering wheel, apparently talking or singing to a bottle of rum. You rolled your eyes.
This was going to be so easy.
Marty was probably downstairs, snoring in a hanging mat. There was an option to simply kidnap him and depart with him still on board—and then force him to work for you instead. On the other hand though, you had always preferred plotting alone. In a world like this, you had no room for allies—or so you thought.
Gibbs had no idea what was happening to him when you crept up behind him and forcefully brought the pommel of your sword against his head. He dropped, unconscious, to the ground, the rum spilling on the floor boards. Triumphantly, you reached for the steering wheel and gently stroked it like a cherished animal.
Now, you only had to make sure to drop him and Marty off at the harbour and—
“Going somewhere, luv?”
Your blood ran cold when you heard a voice behind you. It sounded way too familiar. A little tipsy maybe but at the very same time dangerously vigilant. Without a doubt, this was Jack Sparrow himself. He was amused, you could tell when you turned around and hurled out to dispose of him but the Captain was faster. Drawing his own sword in but a heartbeat, he blocked your stroke and pushed you back so firmly you lost balance and fell to the ground.
Jack kicked away your sword before you even stood a chance of picking it up again. When you looked up at him in shock, however, expecting him to impale you with the blade for invading his ship and attacking his crew, you blinked, completely taken aback by his odd reaction. He was grinning. A few golden teeth were shining in the pale moonlight, his dark eyes, complimented by dark coal, amused.
“Now what have you done to me first mate?” He slurred, tilting his head ever so slightly. “That’s not a very ladylike thing to do, is it, Marty?”
Shit. You should have knocked him out first. Had he alarmed Jack when you arrived on board? Or was it a lucky coincidence? You hoped for the latter. You had planned this for days.
“What does it look like, you bugger? I’m trying… I’m taking over your ship.”
You realised your mistake now. This was Captain Jack Sparrow, after all.
“Alone, luv?”
“What makes you think I’m alone?” You mused.
For a second, his eyes wandered restlessly through the dark. Of course he wouldn’t believe you. Only a few seconds later, his cheeky grin returned.
“What’s your name?”
Was giving him your real name a good idea? What was he going to do with it anyway?
“(Y/N). (Y/N) Turner.”
The pirate tensed. “Are you related to a Will Turner by any chance?”
“He is my twin brother.”
Jack’s upper lip twitched, clearly displeased by the turn of events. “You don’t look like him.”
Shrugging, you got back up on your feet but left the sword on the ground. Jack would only overpower you again.
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen him in years.”
You had heard the stories of course. How Will had ended up teaming up with Jack to save his beloved Elizabeth, how they had fought Davy Jones and Cutler Beckett. The last message that had reached you was that his wife was now pregnant. Will must still be thinking you were dead. You had never made it close enough to him to prove him wrong—instead, you had lived up to your father and become a pirate yourself.
“That’s a really sad story, really but you see, luv, you’ve still tried and seize me ship.”
What could you offer him to let you live? If you distracted him long enough, you might be able to escape. You did not possess any jewellery, neither was your sword precious in any way… on the other hand, Jack Sparrow did not seem like a pirate who would cruelly murder a woman, even if she attempted to steal his most prized possession.
“If you wanted to sail on the Black Pearl, you should have just told me, luv. Undock!” He ordered sternly then, grinning one last time before turning his back to you. You had never noticed the whole crew had come on board when he caught you. This was embarrassing. How had he distracted you this much?
Hang on… undock? You were still on deck!
“Wait… what…?”
“Frankly, you don’t look like a woman who would cook for the crew. Why don’t you help Marty over here to pull in the landing plank?” Jack smiled smugly. “Welcome on board, Miss Turner!”
A man on Tortuga had once told you that he would never manage to spend more than a whole day in the company of the infamous Jack Sparrow—he called you a witch for putting up with him for almost ten years and when you told the cheeky Captain, he chuckled in an amused manner, pulled you close and greedily pressed his lips against yours.
The reason he had recruited you that night you had tried to take over his ship was, so he had admitted a few months later, that you had fascinated him. You possessed the same charm as your twin brother, apparently but were by far not as annoying and self-righteous as Will was. Bold comments had turned into playful remarks, which had turned into flirty innuendos until one day, you woke up in the captain’s cabin—naked.
You had never deemed it possible for Jack to fall in love with a woman. He had lost his heart to the sea and this wonderful ship years before you stepped into his life and yet, here you were. Ten years later, known as Jack Sparrow’s notorious broad. You quite enjoyed the life you had now. Being married to the most famous pirate of the Caribbean was something to be proud of, after all.
“Have you seen me rum, luv?”
It was one of those lazy days on which nothing and absolutely nothing happened. About a week ago, you pad picked up this young boy named Henry who claimed to know how to break the curse resting on the Dutchman and its crew, which you highly doubted. You had long made your peace with never being able to meet your twin brother again—only Henry did not know you were his aunt. You had tried, several times already, to engage the topic but every single time, Jack had interrupted—not on purpose, of course, you knew him well enough by now.
“Maybe,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders in the process.
Taken aback, Jack looked at you. “Maybe?”
“Maybe I drank it. Maybe I threw it over board because you definitely drink too much. Or maybe I just hid it.”
“You’re an evil woman, luv.”
“Given I am your woman, I take that as a compliment.”
The pirate grinned, lust and excitement sparkling in his chocolate brown eyes.
“I want me rum, luv.”
Shrugging once more, you stood and leaned against the stirring wheel. “I want a wedding ring. Life is not fair.” Wedding rings were rather uncommon among pirates. He could have stolen one, of course, but thus far, you had never had time to think of such traditions when Jack constantly managed to have an entire government chasing after him in literally every city you visited.
You surprised him by bolting away from him, giggling playfully in the process. You were fairly skilled when it came to escaping by now—something you had automatically acquired after marrying this crazy man. Jack knew exactly what he was in for as soon as he caught you. So you headed straight for the captain’s cabin, jumped over ropes and climbed over a canon before he outran you and wrapped his strong arm around your waist.
Shrieking in defeat, you wriggled around in his grip, pretending to try and get away when in reality, you only wished for him to finally kiss you.
“Where’s me rum?” He asked again. Now, he did attempt to sound threatening. But it only made you laugh harder when he heaved you up and threw you over his shoulder, his bare hand connecting with your bum. You screamed once more. In less than a minute, the two of you would be fucking like rabbits.
“Jack! Look! Look what we found!” Or maybe not. Your nephew really was a pain in the arse.
“Will! It’s so good to see you, mate.” Jack’s smug grin widened when he spotted the former captain of the Dutchman approaching with his wife Elizabeth, finally reunited after ten years. Henry was with them—he was proud of what he had accomplished, even if without Jack and you, he never would have made it. Come to think of it…
“Jack. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. How is—“ He paused. How is (Y/N)? Is this what he had wanted to ask? It took you mere seconds to throw yourself into his arms and hug him tightly, hot tears streaming down your face freely. Having a brother and seeing him again after years was one thing—having a twin brother and having believed you would never see him again was entirely another.
“Don’t you think you should tell me wife now why sweet Elizabeth here never told your offspring he has an auntie?” Jack tossed in reproachfully. Elizabeth blushed.
“Hang on a second… (Y/N) is my aunt?” Henry gasped, which made Jack grin once more.
“Which makes me your uncle, kid.”
“I presume that this is the reason she never told him.” Will explained. He had a point—but what did it matter now? You were all back together and soon, Jack and you would be gone sailing across the seven seas again. You might as well enjoy the time you got to spend with your twin brother now and finally get to know your nephew and his mother a little better and then maybe at some point, you’d manage to convince Jack to have a child too.
Your gaze wandered over to Elizabeth’s finger. Or for him to finally get you that bloody wedding ring.
A/N: If you liked this story, would you care to support me a little by buying me a cuppa? I would appreciate it so much! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥
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Ladynoir July Day 21: Trusting
This is Runaway: Part 5
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Adrien could have kicked himself for not putting two and two together sooner. He blamed it on the summer photoshoot schedule his dad and Nathalie had put together for him. His vacation from school had focused on two things: work and… well, being Chat Noir was work, too, a lot of the time. Any spare moment had been spent at the Cattery with Ladybug, or in related errands: picking up dinner for the two of them, finding a small dorm fridge so she could keep cold drinks, searching out a second-hand camp stove so she could cook a little.
The girl really was miraculous, he thought, remembering when she requested eggs and then managed to bake a delicious dessert for the two of them in her dutch oven, right there on an open flame. Adrien shook his head. Don’t get distracted. You’re angry, remember?
He paced his room, waiting for the sun to go down. There was hardly any traffic in the warehouse district Ladybug stayed in, but there was even less at night. They needed to talk seriously and he wouldn’t be surprised if he put her on the defensive. He was usually content to back down, seeing as how she was the tactician of the two in battle, but this was different. She was going back to her parents. He’d make sure of it.
The moment the sun dropped below the horizon, Chat Noir leapt free of his narrow window and started the long trek across the city. His first clue about Ladybug’s identity had come a week ago, when Nathalie had taken a call for him from Marinette’s parents, looking for their daughter. Nathalie had spoken to them and later communicated the information to him, but something must have gotten lost in translation. He didn’t understand then that they’d been looking for their daughter for weeks, not hours.
It wasn’t until today, when Alya called in desperation, that he found out Marinette had run away from home. Alya started out calm and collected, but by the end of the call she was a sobbing mess of worry. She hadn’t bothered to try him earlier, she said, because he’d been working all summer and no one from school had seen him. It was a last ditch effort. No one could find a trace of Marinette. He could still see Alya’s fearful eyes on the phone screen.
“I k-know you two aren’t all that close, b-but honestly, you could totally hide someone in your house. At least, Nino thinks so. You aren’t hiding her, are you?”
Adrien shook his head no, aghast. “I’d never do that to her parents - or you! I promise I would tell you if I knew where she was, Alya. I’m sorry I don’t have a lot of time, but I’ll try to help search, too. Keep me updated, okay?” The broken-hearted girl nodded curtly and cut off the call.
Adrien had an odd moment of confusion as he pondered why Marinette’s disappearance felt so familiar. He sucked in a deep breath as the two halves of his life collided and coincidence became too improbable to ignore. “She’s Ladybug,” he said out loud to his empty bedroom.
“What?” Plagg looked up from his tray of camembert on the sofa.
“Marinette is Ladybug.” Adrien turned to his kwami and swiped both hands down his face with a sigh. Guilt hit hard as he realized the huge lie he had just told Alya.
“The klutz? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Well, if I want confirmation, I suppose I could try to get a list of all the 16 year olds reported missing in Paris on the exact day she left. I was trying to respect her secret identity.”
“So what does it matter? Ladybug asked you for help to run away. It’s what she wants. Knowing who she is doesn’t change anything.”
“Yeah, it does, actually. I wish I’d thought harder about Ladybug having friends and family from the beginning. It… totally makes sense now why she’s been holed up in that little room and hardly gone anywhere. Her family - her whole support network is amazing. Now she’s only got Chat Noir. It isn’t enough. I’m not enough. She needs to go back home.”
Plagg harrumphed and muttered something about fragile human emotions.
“Plagg, you haven’t seen the change in her. She’s still good in a fight, but… it’s like all the color’s washing out of her. I know what this is. I fought to go to school because of it. She can’t take being lonely like this for much longer. And it’s not right, what she’s doing to her parents.” Adrien stared through the floor as he thought.
“So what are you gonna do? Drag her bodily from that little room?” Adrien’s green eyes grew hard as he looked at his kwami.
“We’ll start with talking.”
Ladybug started when she glanced at her window and saw Chat Noir sitting on the sill. How long had he been there? The daylight had long since gone and his black costume nearly melted into the night as he watched her with green glowing cat’s eyes. “Geez, Chat, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” She brought a hand dramatically to her chest. Ladybug was still wearing the “daywear” Tikki had concocted for her to keep her cool in the un-airconditioned warehouse - it fit like running shorts and a tank top, with enough ease to let her skin breathe, unlike what she now considered her “work suit”.
Chat Noir was silent for another moment and she uneasily tried to gauge his expression. Then his face blossomed into a smile and she wondered if she had imagined the serious look in the half-dark. “Sorry about that,” he apologized, stepping into the room. “How was your day?”
“Uneventful - after we took down that akuma, of course.” Ladybug smiled again, but still got the same weird vibe off of Chat when he was slow to smile back. “What’s up with my favorite Kitty?”
Even that comment got no response as he stepped closer, coming into her space until they were nearly nose-to-nose. Ladybug fought the urge to step back. “Not much. I had a tough phone call with a friend earlier. It reminded me how hard it can be when no one is looking out for you.”
Ladybug’s expression turned sympathetic. “Is that… what it’s like for you?” She shook her head, “Scratch that, pretend I didn’t ask. I don’t want-”
“-me to reveal my identity. I know, Ladybug. But to answer your question, which is personal, not specific, yes, it was like that for me for a long time. It’s not anymore, in part because I have you, and in part because I have really good friends. It makes up for the missing pieces.” He held her eyes for a beat, searching them, but Ladybug couldn’t take his intense scrutiny. Instead, she dropped into her seat at the table, where her half-finished dinner sat. She faced her plate and picked up her utensils, avoiding his gaze. Chat Noir sighed and took the other seat.
“Ladybug, you don’t know anyone else anymore. Can’t you tell me who you are?” He’d never pressured her so directly. Chat Noir felt absolutely certain of his knowledge, but he’d feel better if it came from her lips, her own admission.
“No.” She didn’t even look up, slipping a bite of salad in her mouth.
“No?”
“No, Chat. This situation is temporary. I’m going to be Ladybug until I’m old and gray. In two years, it’ll be like this summer never happened. I can re-establish myself in Paris and no one can make me leave. We’ll be the same as before.” She still refused to look up, taking a sip of water to wash down her bite.
Chat Noir rubbed the back of his neck. She had no idea how much that hurt, her desire to erase all the moments this summer had brought them. Even when she had no one else in the world, she still couldn’t bring herself to trust him. “Good God, you’re stubborn. Look, Marinette, I know it’s you.”
Ladybug choked on her sip of water, face turning red and eyes streaming as her throat made little noises trying to cough it back out. Startled, Chat Noir jumped up and whacked her hard on the back. She finally emitted a cough and drew in a ragged breath, then coughed in earnest, doubling over the edge of her seat.
Chat Noir continued to slap her back until she filled her lungs up enough to splutter, “That-doesn’t-help!” before leaning over to cough some more. Unsure, he stood over her until the fit finally eased and she leaned back in her chair with an exhausted groan. “Tikki, spots off,” she said, clearing her throat roughly. A small red creature tumbled away as she transformed. Chat Noir stared in wonder at the girl before him. Of course it was Marinette. How had he never seen it? The final proof brought it home to him in a way his supposition hadn’t. No longer hypothesis, but proven theory.
“Chat Noir, so good to see you!” Tikki enthused, bobbing toward him. “Marinette, you didn’t offer him dinner,” she chided, looking down at her chosen with a frown.
“I’m good,” Chat Noir replied, holding up one hand. “It’s great to meet you, Tikki, but we’re not done here. Marinette, the friend that called me today is Alya. She’s falling apart worrying about you.”
Marinette turned wide, stricken eyes up to him. “Alya?” she repeated in a hollow tone. “I never- I just- wait, how do you even know her? Did she contact you through the Ladyblog or something?”
“The answer’s a lot more obvious than that. Plagg-”
“No, wait! Please, I don’t want to endanger you or your family, Chat.”
“It’s too late, Marinette. I can’t walk away knowing what I know. Plagg, claws off.” As a swirl of green light traveled up from his feet to ruffle his hair, Adrien watched Marinette, who had closed her eyes. For a second, he thought she might keep them closed out of stubbornness, but then he saw the silent tears that tracked down her cheeks. She blinked and her beautiful blue bell eyes snapped fully open when she saw his face.
“Adrien? I can’t believe this. All this time…”
“Yeah, I know. I was literally under your nose.” Marinette barely managed a smile in response. “Marinette, your family’s going crazy searching for you. Our whole class is looking. If I weren’t busy working for my father this summer, I’d have known a lot sooner. It’s ridiculous for you to think you could disappear from your life and then waltz back in two years later like nothing happened. It was ridiculous of me to go along with it. You’re hurting people, Marinette. I know that’s not Ladybug, and I know that’s not you.”
Marinette’s face fell, her cheeks burning with shame. She rubbed her elbow as she stood before Adrien, trying to squeeze back tears. Oh, Alya… knowing how badly she’d wounded her friend was almost worse than knowing what her parents were going through. Marinette was a tangle of embarrassment and sadness… but relief was mixed in, too. No more pretending, no more bravery as she lay alone in the warm, quiet nights. She met his eyes, nodding assent. “Chat - Adrien, please take me home.”
Runaway: Epilogue follows on July 28th!
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boyfriend!jaemin pt2
@nananavivienne : hi mgirl!! if you're taking requests, could you do a boyfriend! jaemin one? i fjkbiabh loved your hyuck one uM i felt personally attacked reading that????
thank you for requesting omg and also for liking my hyuck bf!au im rlly touched aHHHH❤💕💖
so i did a bf!jaemin the last time around and i said that i would do a part 2 so here it is! i do suggest reading the first one first so you can get the hang of what i’m babbling about here hehe
and it has been raining since last night, and the weather rn is super comfy i want to sleep ugh
hi friends
we are back w a part 2 of bf!jaemin
shall we start
ok let’s go
so
you and jaemin have been together for like, let’s say, 100 days?
and on friday it was the day of your dance recital and 100 days anniversary
so jaemin wanted to surprise u w lots of things
bc you have been there when he was feeling stressed about debuting etc
but his wallet restricts him from doing so
he specially requested to become the emcee of your dance recital
no doubt all of his fangirls were so hyped bc they could see their oppa on stage
but this oppa is alr yours so they felt stumped but nonetheless excited
yo and get ready for lots of mushy and fluffy stuff so:
bare with me friends
so on that day jaemin would introduce himself (duh)
and all his fangirls were screeching
rip jeno was seated beside them
“to celebrate the eve of seollal, we have our school’s dance majors performing this morning!please put your hands together to welcome them!”
and being a ballet major aka me
ya’ll did a ballet/classical version of Secret by WJSN
its rlly short and ngl you had to rush to backstage to change to the street dance outfit
so jaemin spotted you running to backstage to change and
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“babe!!!!!!” -clingy jaemin
“why are you like this omg”
“happy 100th babe ;-)”
ngl it totally slipped your mind that it was your 100th day anniversary
“omg im so sorry i totally forgot,, happy 100th to you too oppa!”
and you planted a quick peck on his lips and ran off to go and change cause damn jaemin made you late
as soon as you ran off he was bLuShInG
but its ok bc it was one of the rare times you initiated skinship awh
and after the performance emcee jaemin wrapped up with a very special ending ment
“today is y/n and i’s 100th day anniversary, this might come as a shock to all of us but please give y/n lots of love as much as i do”
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pls don’t kill me
then everybody was cheering and stuff
including the teachers
YOU GUYS ARE COUPLE GOALS TBVH
mark lowkey cried
ok and after the whole fiasco you went backstage and everyone were cheering for you and jaemin
and you hid your face in jaemin’s chest blushing so so hard
yo and he made it worse by holding you closer and burying his head next to yours
save me
after school jaemin brought you to eat
bc eating churros on your 100th anniversary why not
and jaemin followed you home after that
you didn’t know why so you pressed him,
“did you do something wrong, oppa?”
“no”
“then why are you following me all the way back home?”
“because i want to let your parents know that we’re dating”
with that you turned the opposite way
“are you crazy?! my parents don’t want me to date till i’m older! what’s more they will force you to break up with me since it might create scandals with your idol life!”
jaemin’s kind looks dissipated and frowned,
“so you don’t want to be my girlfriend anymore? because of my idol status?”
“n-no..”
“is it because of the hate? y/n! i have told you countless times that i will bear the consequences and no matter what we will be in this together!”
you had nothing to say and you let tears stream down your face
“i thought you would trust me, y/n. i guess not.”
with that he walked off into the distance
ngl you broke down immediately on the staircase of your home
and you didn’t know how to react
jaemin was not having it nice either
he was holding in his emotions all the way back to his dorm
and when he came back mark sensed it immediately
“jaemin-ah! how was-”
*slam*
mark tried knocking on jaemin’s door several times but to no avail
when jaemin heard mark’s footsteps go away he immediately burst into tears
for an hour or so
then the door opened
it was his roommate, jeno
“what happened?”
“nothing”
“is it regarding y/n?”
and jaemin burst into tears again
his best friend patted him on the back and comforted him many times
basically jaemin and you cried yourselves to sleep
the next day nct dream were excused from school for practice
as soon as jaemin stepped on his hoverboard he felt a sharp pain on his spine
and the usually good jaemin fell off his hoverboard a few times
mark was legit concerned so he alerted his manager
and he went to the hospital
turns out jaemin had a herniated disc
luckily sm let him rest and get treated in the hospital
tbh the news spread fast and soon everyone in class were gossiping
you had no idea why as you tried to call jaemin countless times but he didn’t pick up
and your bff was like
“y/n! did you know what happened to jaemin sunbaenim?”
“uhh no, we kinda fought yesterday”
“he had a herniated disc and he’s in the hospital now”
you literally dropped your books and whipped your phone out of your uniform pocket
“nct dream’s jaemin will not be attending any activities due to his herniated disc”
you literally speed dialed chenle who wasn’t in school
“hello-”
“cHENLE! WHERE IS U”
“woah chill y/n, i’m at practice rn”
“where is jaemin oppa?!?!?”
“he’s at the dorm-”
“DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME ZHONG CHENLE TELL ME WHICH HOSPITAL HE IS AT RIGHT NOW 现在，立刻，马上！(now, immediately, right now)”
i’m having the chinese feels rn
“wow okay y/n i didn’t know you could speak chinese-”
“just tell me or i will skin you alive when i see you”
“okay okay chill he’s at dongdaemun hospital.”
“good ok i love you chenle have a nice day bye”
with that you literally rushed out of school to board a taxi to the hospital
and wow it was snowing and it created traffic
ngl you were super anxious
and super sorry
when you reached you bolted out of the taxi and into the hospital
“excuse me may i know which is na jaemin ward?”
“i’m sorry miss, i’m not able to disclose our patient’s personal information-”
“i’m his girlfriend, y/n. please tell me where he is. please.”
“ah y/n! please follow me”
and so you followed the nurse to the swanky part of the hospital
like the vip wards
“jaemin-ssi has been asking for you ever since he has been warded, but please be reminded he is not allowed to move okay?”
you thanked the nurse and entered the ward nervously
“oppa?”
jaemin’s eyes flickered open from his slumber and he was shocked
“y-y/n...”
jaemin was seated upright due to his spine
seeing jaemin in the helpless state made you cry
and you broke down immediately
“y/n! why are you crying?did i do something wrong?”
you just walk over to his bedside and burried your head in his hands and cried
“i’m so sorry if i made you doubt yourself oppa, i have been a really bad girlfriend”
jaemin just smiled and shook his head,
“its okay babe, stop crying. i’m fine now you see?”
as you continued crying jaemin dusted the snow off your puffy jacket and slowly help you take it off
when he saw your uniform underneath he gasped,
“babe!why aren’t you in school?”
“i literally rushed here when i heard the news, and i might have scared chenle a little...”
“you threatened him, did you?
“how did you know?”
gif:
“wow ok”
“what did you do?”
“i said that i will skin him alive if he doesn’t tell me where you were...”
jaemin laughed so hard his sides hurt omg
fastforward 2 months later
you wee in the nct dorms to take care of jaemin after school
bc he’s a literal baby that can’t take care of himself
its actually bc he wanted to see you cook
“baaaaabeeeeee”
“hmm”
“i miss you so much”
“i literally left your side a minute ago”
and you began to whip up some simple dishes
like ramen and sausage and egg
idk and curry too
once you were done you called jaemin over to eat or he would starve to death
“i won’t move unless you give me a kiss”
sneaky
you complied bc injured jaemin is super whiny
when your lips were about to touch jaemin flipped you over to his side
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i shall end it here before i faint
i hope you like it my friends
thank you for reading✨♥
have a nice day/night!
#fluffy writes#fluffyposts#nct scenarios#nct fluff#na jaemin#nct dream scenarios#nct dream#nct#thank you for reading!
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Fonzie The Burger’s House
Currently listening to “Domesticated Animal” by Queens of the Stone Age.
It happened again. The traveling itch was back and not even aloe vera could help me this time. My mind was set on ancient architecture while my taste buds were set on something to make me cry out a loud “Mama Mia!”. That’s right. I jumped on a plane headed straight to Italy and there was no looking back. Literally. We were in the last row and there was nothing but a wall behind us. I didn’t let that distract me though because I was too busy day dreaming. In my head, the streets were made from bricks of focaccia, the canals were streaming with espresso, and the skyline was filled with leaning towers of pizza. I could not have been more wrong. To be fair, all of those things eventually did end up in my mouth though.
The wheels finally touch down 13 hours later. After a quick two hour power nap, I was ready to take on the city of Rome. The streets were a little less busy than usual due to most of the city being on holiday, but that still did not stop the tourist from flocking to all the places your eyeballs need to see before you leave. First stop was the Trevi Fountain. It was built in 1762 and it is one of most well known fountains in the world. Aside from it’s stunning beauty and incredible history, it kind of just looks like a fountain. Don’t hate. Next up, the Pantheon. Now we’re talking! This former Roman temple, currently a church, was built between 27 BC and 17 AD. Holy what?! The architecture of this building is pretty insane given the time it was built. The inside has a dome ceiling with a round hole in the center that looks up towards the skies. Definitely one of the coolest stops to visit. Suddenly, the late afternoon hunger monster started growling, so what better way to end the day than a 4 hour Italian food tour? This included aperitifs, deep fried veggies, pizza, wine, pasta, wine, charcuterie boards, beer, gelato, and finally more wine. Now thatsa spicy meataballa! Day 1: Finito!
The next day was spent visiting the Vatican, where I high fived the Pope and we shotgunned a beer together. Then the main attraction (other than my burg, of course) was a night time tour of the one and only Colosseum. The size. The blood shed. The history. It was crazy to imagine that this was the very spot that Russell Crowe fought for his freedom. Needless to say, I WAS entertained. After all this walking around and drinking, I needed to get something in my stomach. Sure, I had all the the classic meals of this country, but I hadn’t stuffed a burger into my mouthhole yet. I was avidly searching the whole trip, only to find out that the place I would want to eat at the most was right next door to our Airbnb. This is Fonzie The Burger’s House, check it out!
Fonzie is more than a middle aged man portraying a 20 year old jukebox kicking high school drop out. It’s also a small burger joint that sits a mile or so southwest of Rome’s city center. As soon as you walk in through the tiny hallway, you get a sensory overload with burgers and fries being made in the kitchen directly to your left. This deems quite distracting while trying to look over the menu or up at any of the walls covered in different pictures and descriptors of everything you’ve always wanted to eat. Theres a fridge full of booze tucked in the corner so you can pick your own poison at any time. I picked up a brew, chose a burg, and rang out with the friendly older cashier. Afterwards, I was sent to a dining room next to the kitchen / ordering area that can hold about 30 people or so. It’s all exposed brick that has been painted and covered in Fonzie memorabilia. It was quiet, and clean, even though there were still a handful of patrons eating. My number was finally called and I could finally get my hands on this long awaited sangwich.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Special Egg 150g. The Special Egg Burger came fully loaded with a 150g (a little more than a 1/4 lb.) all beef patty, a touch of barbecue sauce, cucumber, a fried egg, chili pepper, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, and onion all on a white sesame seed bun. Boom! Immediately the creaminess of the egg yolk sets the tone and combines with the mayonnaise and the tender medium cooked patty. The patty seemed to be lightly seasoned, but the true stars were the toppings. The barbecue sauce brings in a smokey, tangy flavor that gave the burger its total well rounded flavor. The tomato, onion, chili pepper, and lettuce were cold and crisp and provided that fresh garden liveliness with a hint of spice that every burger needs. What really took me back was the cucumber. It added a cool, interesting, bright aspect to the burger that brought it to a whole new level of freshness. With some crispy ‘chips’ on the side and a cold Peroni to wash it all down, could this meal have even hit more of a spot? Nah. I don’t think so. This burger from Fonzie’s deserves a solid 4 of 5 burgz. All day long.
Rome was an incredibly charming city with a ton to offer any sort of tourism. In my book, I haven’t even begin to explore what Italy has to offer. There is so much history here that it will make you want to cry into your tiramisu and Che Bello! If you’re around, be sure to do as the Romans do and stop into Fonzie the Burger’s House and grab a totally killer burger. (Thumbs up) Ayyyyyyyyy!
Fonzie the Burger’s House
Via di S. Maria del Pianto, 13
00186 Roma RM, Italy
www.fonzietheburgershouse.com
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