#I think they're like my trio of ''you can squeak by''
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A particular thought I had.
If you've seen some of my tumblr posts, you know that I've well established in my headcanons that Magolor, Susie and Taranza are all friends. "Wave 3 friend group" so to speak. And I'm aware that's a popular headcanon throughout the Kirby fandom. It's because those three characters have ton of similarities outside of just being in the same dream friend wave! And a ton of potential that's easily seeable.
I'm someone that headcanons each of the respective dream friend waves being friend groups with one another. So this means that I headcanon Marx being pretty close buddies with Gooey and the animal friends, establishing Wave 1 friend group. Wave 2 friend group also exists in my headcanons, and that of course means Adeleine, Ribbon, Daroach and Dark Meta Knight are all friends with each other.
I don't 100% headcanon the respective waves all being besties with each other. Marx and Magolor are still besties for me, of course! But they've also got additional separate friend groups. Gooey and the animal friends welcome Marx any time, while Magolor hangs around with Susie and Taranza a lot of the time. Sorry I don't do Wave 3 + Marx.
The mage sisters technically count as Wave 3 for me as well, albeit a tad more loosely. But I do headcanon that Susie, Magolor and Taranza are the dream friends that the mage sisters are closest buds with! Aside from Marx, as they love the clown as well. Francisca especially does.
Now, leaving my headcanon talk, I think the reason why Wave 3 is by far the most obvious wave to make a friend group out of is because they're all ex-villains with similar stories, and their trauma overlaps.
I can thoroughly understand why the other two waves aren't talked about as being friend groups as much... before Star Allies, who imagined Marx being with the animal friends? Gooey was already associated with the animal friends beforehand because of Dreamland 2 and 3, but Marx is definitely the oddball for Wave 1. He was a villain! Gooey and the animal friends were never villains in the first place.
I understand why people do Wave 3 + Marx. I don't, because Magolor is the only one of the Wave 3 trio that likes Marx in my headcanons, but I can understand the basis of why others do it. It's because he's an ex-villain like they are! Although he's from a different era of Kirby.
And then onto Wave 2... before Star Allies, who thought about Adeleine and Ribbon being friends with DMK or Daroach?
It's obvious that Wave 1 and Wave 2 are the way they are because of the timeline of the games. Wave 1 represents earlier games. Dreamland 2, Super Star and Dreamland 3 are all earlier releases than the games that Wave 2 represents of 64, Amazing Mirror and Squeak Squad. That's why Marx shares a wave with Gooey and animals, and that's why Adeleine and Ribbon share a wave with two darky dudes.
And, well, I did just say that I headcanon the respective waves being friend groups, despite all of their dissimilarities! So there's also that.
But... that doesn't at all stop the fact that I've had a very particular thought in mind, just like what the post's title says.
Wanna know this particular thought?
Here it is:
What if we were to have Marx swap places with Adeleine/Ribbon?
This means putting the two girls in the same wave as Gooey and the animals. And here's the thing about this: Adeleine and Ribbon are from the Shimomura games like Gooey and the animal friends are! And none of these characters were ever villains to begin with. No, Adeleine doesn't count as one, the only reason you fight her is because Dark Matter possessed her. But yeah... Shimomura characters all a friend group? That sounds absolutely legitimate!
I mean, one could argue that Adeleine has canonically met Gooey and the animal friends anyways, considering the pictures of the end credits for Dreamland 3.
And the other side of this swap means putting Marx in the same group with Daroach and DMK. Well... all three of these characters had antagonistic roles in their respective games! Same thing as Wave 3.
This hypothetical swap would then mean that Wave 1 is all the people that were Kirby's friends from the very start, with Wave 2 and Wave 3 being the ones having all the ex-villains. Sounds more consistent!
Although a Marx/Daroach/DMK friend group wouldn't actually be plausible in my headcanons, because I interpret that Marx and DMK don't get along at all. Daroach likes Marx, though! But he'd have to stop Marx and DMK from constantly trying to tear each other apart.
I think, if nothing else, that I'm also mentioning this to provide as an idea for you other people to think about. Did you ever think about this hypothetical swap like I did, to then make Wave 1 all the innocent guys and Wave 2 and 3 be the ones to have all the ex-villains?
If you did think that before, then bravo to you! And also bravo to you if you actually interpret Marx and DMK being able to get along and form a group with Daroach, unlike me lol. In my headcanon universe, the actual waves as they are work better than my swap proposal, since Gooey and the animal friends enjoy Marx, and DMK doesn't at all mind Adeleine and Ribbon! Well.... that does certainly make it very ironic for me to come up with that swap proposal in the first place, doesn't it?
I dunno. Consider it me looking deeply into how people don't talk about Wave 1 and Wave 2 as they are being friend groups as much as they do Wave 3. Again, Wave 3 is entirely ex-villains, while Wave 1 and Wave 2 are mixing innocent guys with ex-villains, which can admittedly be more off-putting to easily view them as friend groups.
Thanks for reading!
#kirby#king dedede#meta knight#bandana waddle dee#rick kirby#kine kirby#coo kirby#marx kirby#gooey kirby#adeleine#ribbon kirby#dark meta knight#daroach#magolor#taranza#susie haltmann#susie kirby#francisca kirby#flamberge kirby#zan partizanne
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So if I took up private music lessons again (budget pending), which would you vote for?
Banjo: The original private lessons plan. Bluegrass and its history have become a deep soul-fulfilling passion for me since I got into it in 2019. I've run into technique issues (ex: hand adjustments) that I don't know how to correct and are bottlenecking progress. If the teacher here is good, lessons would un-bottleneck me so I could work up tunes full speed and participate informally in local jam groups, which, if they're sorta good, would be stimulating and allow me to live my passion for a moment.
Cons: bluegrass lessons risk not being as bang-for-buck, with more casual and less intensive information and progress. There are many free resources I could tap into - and while they don't replace in-person feedback, might get me just as far in other respects. Many bluegrass greats didn't learn through lessons, and my prior musical training means I have a good sense of what I should be fixing. I also live in an area where there's rather limited bluegrass.
Level: late beginner
Progress stakes: low
Rewards: casual
Local opportunities: casual
Flute: The instrument I've invested the most into already (besides piano). At my musical "height" in 2011, I was good enough on flute to be first chair all-state orchestra but not polished enough to audition into a good music school's spots. I'm craving returning to classical music and there is no thrill as extraordinary as performing flute like a diva in orchestra. This is when I feel at my best. Truly polishing flute would be working up my first, most driven, and cared-about investment, and could light a deep fire in me like nothing else.
However, I live in a small area with few resources and few ensembles - even fewer good ones. Most interesting ensembles I'm locked out of because I'm not a college student. The other interesting ensembles I'd had difficulties doing because flute is omnipresent and competitive. I'm already in one of the only bands I can access (it's "meh" and doesn't 100% fill my itch). I'm good enough to do the chamber groups at a classically-oriented church. There is a "semi-professional" orchestra and a local chamber group here, but the likelihood of there being a flute opening in the next five years is slim. I'm trained enough I can polish and grow myself. It would be an honor to study under a master flautist, but what is the chance that in this small area, there's someone advanced enough to push me to a new level? (the level I would need to get into the orchestra if an opening did happen)
Level: early advanced
Progress stakes: high and ambition-oriented
Rewards: best, but rare and high risk
Local opportunities: rare for what I want
Viola: The instrument I've historically used to get into ensembles I shouldn't've. I had a grand one year of viola lessons with a high school classmate I was dating in 2011. I've used the viola to get into lower non-auditioning collegiate orchestras and church special events. There is a non-auditioning orchestra here I could participate in. There are always open viola spots in the "semi-pro" orchestra and they're far less competitive to get into than flute. The orchestra will accept advanced high school students, so I only have to be as good as an advanced high school student to squeak in. I suck at viola now, but I'm not starting from scratch. I think that a year or two of viola with a good teacher will get me good enough to be a participating fish in this small pond. I would not be able to work up my viola skills to get into the orchestra without a teacher. There are good string teachers here and I've received a recommendation for a viola teacher. Getting into orchestra would get me into the ensemble I've been most passionate about. This could also unlock me playing string trios at a local church. This is a very strategic choice.
Level: late beginner
Progress stakes: medium
Rewards: medium
Local opportunities: multiple
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I've been thinking I should switch my plan of doing banjo to viola. I could pound out the hardest two years of viola in my life, then switch to banjo lessons. In an ideal world, I'd take multiple instrument lessons at a time (would be nice to find a good piano teacher, too....), but I'm frugal, want to save for housing and retirement, don't have high-paying jobs, and have medical payment obligations that rein me in. So. If I allocate carefully, I can squeak in one instrument at a time properly. (Improperly, I could do two instruments at a time where lessons are every-other-week - ergo cycling lessons between the two instruments.)
#this just in: Haddock writes 500 more words than necessary for a question#blabbing Haddock#music#my life#non-dragons#I'm lucky there are as many opportunities as there are here GIVEN the size of the area rotflh#but it's a big downgrade from what I'm used to XD
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hii! I was thinking on something like
R and towa are besties, they're in love with eachother (both very oblivious about that) but after the rumours of towa and renee dating, r starts to avoid towa, towa is sad cause r is avoiding her and happy ending with renee being sort of the cupid
I couldn't find the request rules post so I hope this doesn't break any!
I love you
Towa bird x fem!reader
P.2
Warnings; slight angst, tooth rotting fluff.
3rd person POV:
It was a very normal day, Y/n had been performing at many places the past few days. She was a talented singer, she had performed on broadway 4 times- mainly for mean girls, but she's done Hamilton before aswell. On the mean girls set, she met Renee Rapp- who was playing as Regina, they both found out they would be together for most of the musical because Y/n was playing Cady. This is where the off-screen friendship started. The two were inseperable- they couldn't live without eachother if they tried.
Around the end of her Mean Girls era, Y/n met Towa Bird. They immediately clicked together, like two peas in a pea pod. Over time their friendship grew stronger. Over a couple of months, they had known each other almost like they had been together for their whole lives. Towa was not famous at this moment; hell, barely anyone knew her. But Y/n was known very well, so paparazzi and fans were always around her. It was hard to keep her private life private; well, most of it. And so if we skip a few years, here to the present. This is where Towa, Renee, and Y/n stand now: 'Vanity Fair'.
PRESENT
It was obvious that Y/n was pining over Towa, yet Towa was too oblivious to notice, yet Renee wasn't. The blonde was going to play the cupid part of their trio, it was clear that all three of them had a close relationship. However, some of Renee's (and Towa's) fans thought that they had something more going on. This made Y/n's heartache- she was head over heels for Towa, yet no one had noticed, but again we're in the present. Y/n had to deal with it.
There was a lot of photography and flashes, which is exactly why y/n wasn't keen on coming. She was photosensitive, not a good aspect for an actor/singer, she always carried a pair of black glasses with her, the only problem right now was that she forgot to bring them with them.
"Towa," she murmured. "Towa, I forgot my glasses." She grabbed the curly head's arm. Towa turned around with a soft look on her face. She reached into her pocket and handed the y/h/c girl a pair of sunglasses.
"Here sweets, take these." Y/n smiled her heart full of love.
"Why do you eat so many sweets," Towa looked up from her guitar.
"Well, they taste nice, and, uh," she also paused, looking up from her computer. "I don't know, I guess I just enjoy them." Towa smiled in understanding, she looked back down at her guitar before putting it down and picking up her phone. She clicked on Y/n's contact, editing the name to 'Sweets'. Y/n stood up from her desk and moved behind Towa.
"Sweets?" She chuckled sweetly," You're so corny. Hm... Curls! That's your nickname, curls." The Filipino girl chuckled.
"Alright then".
"Oh yeah!" the y/na girl chuckled nervously, "pictures, yay... Thanks".
Time skip
Renee and Towa had an arm around Y/n as she stumbled and wobbled. She hiccupped and burped, her breath invaded by the stench of alcohol. "Y/n did you really think downing that bottle of red wine was a good idea?" Renee asked, stopping to breathe.
"Don't answer that question," Towa intervened. "Renee can you go get the car, please".
"Are you sure you're going to be alright carrying her?"
"Yeah, y-yeah I'm sure." Towa finished by picking her up bridal style. Y/n let out a squeak and pulled herself closer to Towa's body.
"You know-" She hiccuped, "I love you." Towa pauses walking.
"Huh?"
"You silly little curls," she sneezed. "I said: I love you."
"I love you too, silly, we're best friends. Obviously, I would love you." Towa said, awkwardly smirking. Y/n's smile dropped a little but she smiled again, this time fake.
"Yeah, friends." She frowned but she was close enough to Towa that she didn't see it.
If only they knew.
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hi hi rennie darling :D im excited for the event so im brainstorming some fluffy scenarios for you!! ^^
so you know my game developer child irene lovejoy, she works as a barista and can sign in for serving works when they're low on staff. she also wears roller blades for work efficiency and ✨️aesthetics✨️
how about she and jade serving people on a particularly busy day when jade just randomly pulls her into a dance from time to time, leaving her confused and flustered because how did he know she considered that her love language. and then the confession
just a silly thought but i think you might like it as well ^^ drink some water and take a break if you need to!!
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Irene hummed as she roller-skated away from the bemused-looking Heartslabyul trio, her fingers going down to her pocket to switch to the next song. Suddenly, she felt her body being tugged away and collided away another firm chest that she (embarrassingly enough) recognized upon the first touch.
"J-Jade?"
Jade Leech smirked, looking down at her to meet her bright turquoise eyes. An amused glint in his eyes made Irene slightly wary yet excited for whatever her beloved might unpredictably do next.
A well-manicured hand reached up to gently tug one of the earbuds from Irene's ears and popped it into his ears. Jade gently bopped his head to the tempo of the music, swaying rather awkwardly from side to side. But that didn't stop the butterflies from fluttering madly in Irene's stomach nor did it stop the bright blush blooming on her face.
Not even a minute later, Jade left to help grab a tray of food to serve and Irene was left standing in the middle of Cafe Amor, under the scrutiny of multiple eyes. A squeak left her eyes and she roller-skated away to grab another tray from Melody, who was unable to hide her laugh.
"Prince Charming, am I right?" Melody snickered, her red and blue eyes glittered in amusement.
She narrowly dodged a swat from a blushing Irene who didn't even grace her with a reply as she skated to serve the next table which was unfortunately the Pop Music Club. She prepared herself for the bombardment of comments, which sure enough, hit her like a freight truck.
"That was so cute!!"
"Totes!! I should have recorded it and put it on Magicam!!! #totallysingle #jealousofthem #socute #dancingduo!!"
"Ahh the love between youngsters is always nice to see."
"Guys, stop," Irene spluttered. A tug around her waist made her move backward and once again, she bumped into Jade who squeezed her waist tightly. She tilted her head again, her black hair falling into her face. "Jade?"
His hand came up to gently brush the strands of hair out of her face before he tugged her closer. He swayed her from side to side, mumbling the lyrics of the song under his breath but Irene could hear it as loud as day.
"I was enchanted to meet you~"
Irene closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the rocking motion that was strangely familiar and similar to the rocking motion of waves. She could smell Jade's scent as her face was dangerous close to his chest: the scent of the wilderness, the ocean mist, and expensive cologne.
Her peace was cut off with a loud: "JADE LEECH!"
They flew apart immediately, Irene's eyes widened and her face flushed while Jade was blinking in confusion. In unison, they whirled their heads to a huffing Azul who seemed as if he just ran all the way here.
"What in the name of the Sevens are you doing in Cafe Amor?!" He snapped out, walking in, and not-so-gently tugged Jade out of the cafe. "You're supposed to be at Mostro Lounge, damn it!"
Before he left, he locked eyes with Irene one last time and blew her a kiss. Irene's lips opened and closed in shock as she just stood in the middle of the cafe.
"W-What just happened?" She breathed out in confusion yet her heart beat twice- no, thrice at its usual speed.
#battle of the restaurants#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#jade leech#jade leech x oc#irene lovejoy
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G1 Climax Day 2 preview
D Block: Tetsuya Naito vs. Jeff Cobb - Naito is 3-0 against Cobb, which might explain why this match doesn't have any sizzle for me. It's just kind of there, and it feels like it's the main event just because Naito's the biggest star on the card.
Naito is my pick to win the whole tournament; pitting him against SANADA at Wrestle Kingdom for the world title just makes a lot of sense. If I'm right, that means New Japan has to spend the whole tour trying to convince you he's not the obvious favorite. And their favorite way to do that is book a guy into a 0-2 or 0-3 start to put them on the brink of elimination. The fact this match is going on last almost telegraphs that the big story of the show will be Cobb getting a win over Naito.
C Block: Tama Tonga vs. EVIL - I don't expect either of these guys to do better than 4-3 in the block. Actually, Evil could do a lot worse if they book him like his buddy SHO in the Best of the Super Jr. a couple of months ago. Tama's cool and I'd like to see him pushed, but seeing as Tanga Loa is finally back those two should get back in the tag title hunt as soon as the G1 ends. I don't think the outcome of this one is going to make much difference in anything.
D Block: Zack Sabre Jr. vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi - Sabre is the NJPW World television champion; Tana is one of the NEVER trios champions. I could see either of these guys winning the block, with Naito barely squeaking by as runner-up.
A few years ago it felt like Sabre had Tana's number, but in singles matches Tana leads the series 6-4, and Sabre hasn't beaten him since 2019. I could see Sabre winning to even the score up a little. Although it would make sense for Tana to get a win to set up a TV title match. Note that this year's block matches have a 20-minute time limit, whereas Sabre's whole deal as TV champ is that nobody can beat him in fifteen. So if Tana does win, I expect it to be about 17 minutes in.
C Block: Eddie Kingston vs. Shingo Takagi - Eddie is the new STRONG champion, having won the belt from KENTA on July 5. I think all of Eddie's New Japan matches have been under the Strong brand, but now he's really in New Japan, y'know? Beating a former IWGP world champion in his G1 debut would be huge, even if Shingo isn't protected as much as some other former world champs. I'd go ahead and do it, but New Japan is more conservative than I am about giving out big statement wins like that.
I was going to say I don't think either guy is going to make it to the knockout stage, but as I look over all of C Block, none of those guys seem like strong candidates. So hell, maybe the idea is to keep the tippy-toppy guys out of the way so Eddie can win the block. It wouldn't be the worst idea in the world. I'll certainly be rooting for that to happen, but I bet I'll be disappointed a lot.
D Block: Alex Coughlin vs. Shane Haste - Coughlin is one of the STRONG tag team champions, alongside his partner Gabe Kidd. I'm sure at some point Coughlin and Kidd will have to contend with Haste and his own partner, Mikey Nicholls. But for now they're just two tag team guys in a singles tournament, so I don't expect much from either of them. I'd put Haste over to remind everybody he exists, but they may want all the new Bullet Club guys to shine in the early going.
C Block: Mikey Nicholls vs. Aaron Henare - I don't think Nicholls will do any better than Haste in this tournament, but chances are he can beat Henare. I really thought last year Henare would make a big impression in the G1, but now I've given up on the poor guy. If he can beat Nicholls, good for him, but I don't expect him to do better than 1-6.
D Block: Hirooki Goto vs. Toru Yano - Goto is a co-holder of the IWGP heavyweight tag team championship. Yano is mainly a comedy bullshit guy in the G1, but occasionally his comedy bullshit leads to a win that shakes up the standings. Interestingly, Yano has not beaten Goto in nine years. Something tells me he's due.
C Block: David Finlay vs. Tomohiro Ishii - Finlay is the NEVER singles champion and Ishii is one of the NEVER trios champions. I'm very confused this is the opening match. Finlay is getting the strangest "new leader of Bullet Club" push I've ever seen. This is a rematch from Finlay beating Ishii in the New Japan Cup, which suggests Ishii might get his win back. If it's me I have Finlay go 5-2 and at least finish second in the block. But I'm not so sure they're as committed to him as I think they should be.
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Gabriel Boseman x Singer Fem! Reader
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Trigger Warnings:
- Swearing
- Blood/Murder (slight gore)
- Death Mentions
- Angst
- Vomit
- Child Murder :'(
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The Fox and the Bear (part 1)
"Hello kids! A-A-And welcome to F-Freddy Fazbear's P-Pizzeria!" Freddy exclaimed, a creepy look spread across his once happy face. His blue eyes seemed different, and his hat an tie seemed stained or something. They were a dark green. The date was November 26th, 1984. I stared sourly at the table in front of me... and Cristy held a solemn expression. "What happened to that ball of sunshine..." She mumbled.
I didn't know... nobody seemed to know why the animatronics whole demeanor seemed to change. "Maybe he just misses the Boseman kids. Ya know." I said. "Girls! Can you help me move the main trio off the stage and into Pirate's Cove!?" Phillip yelled at us from across the room. "Sure Mr. Guy! One sec!" Cristy said. "I call dibs on Freddy!" I squeaked. "Of course you do." Cristane scoffed.
Phillip had already started to move Bonnie. Freddy was my favorite. Can you blame me? I really liked Foxy too... but he had been acting weird lately. Like all the crew had. It was really sad. I walked over to the stage, and my best friend followed behind me.
"What do you think happened?" She whispered. "To all the kids I mean." She whispered. I felt my heart fall into my stomach. "I think William did it... honestly. He's never liked kids... and he hated the Boseman kids." I whispered. "Why would my Uncle kill my friends?" She asked. "I don't know." I whispered. Christane Kile had been adopted by Vincent and Scott Afton after they got married. I already knew the two, and me and Cristy just seemed to click. We both had an interest in music, me being a good singer and she could totally rock out on a guitar.
But... what else could have happened to Gabriel? He wouldn't just run off would he? I mean... it was Gabriel Boseman we were talking about. He would never do such thing. There was a chance he was kidnapped... but... those words told me otherwise. "There's the most of Cassidy Boseman's blood... but there also seems to be a lot of Gabriel's." The voice said. I hid around the hall... where the "secret hideout" had been. I covered my mouth. "What do you think happened?" Another voice asked. "There's too much to say any of these kids are alive." I heard the first say, ignoring the second's question.
I felt tears clouding my eyes and I stared down. "Oi!" Cristy snapped, slapping me in the shoulder. I ran into the stage after being caught up in the flashback. I coughed in pain from running into the hard stage. "Ow. Fu-" "Please watch your mouth Miss (L/n)." Phillip said. Wow. Dad vibes (Ketchup). "Sorrry Daddd." I joked. He raised an eyebrow at me and Cristy laughed. I climbed onto the stage and stared up at the huge animatronic. "Arent these things supposed to be kid friendly? How come they're so tall? I'm sure you've asked Mr. Emily or Mr. Afton." I said. "Henry said it was because of all the programming and such. Mechanics... they work real well, they're just big." He said.
I shrugged and poked Freddy. "Come on my guy, to the other stage we go." I said. He didnt move. He just stared down at me. "Please?" I asked him. He still just stared, meaninglessly. "I'll boop your nose!" I snapped. He instantly started moving after I said that. "IT WORKED!!! HOLY SHI-" "MISS (L/N)!!! LANGUAGE!!!!" Phillip snapped. "Sorrrrey..." I said. Freddy climbed onto the stage and stood in his spot... Bonnie beside him. "Chica. Les go bish." Cristy said. She actually listened to Cristy and followed her.
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《Hours Later...》 (lol last scene was pure crack)
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"Everyone out please! Thank you!" I heard Phill yell. Me and Cristy were brainstorming in the girls bathroom. Which was pretty clean, being a bathroom. I sat on the counter and Cristy stood. "Come on. I have an idea." She said. We peeked out, and Phillip was stomping to Mr. Emily's office.
"Okay. Now." I said. We went over to Fredbear, who seemed to be panting. I climbed onto the stage and glanced at Freddy, who had an even creepier expression on than earlier. "Since when did Freddy have a unibrow?" I asked Cristy. She snorted. "Uh... maybe Gabriel drew it on him. With sharpie." She said. She tied her messy hair back.
"Alright. Test one." She mumbled. She knocked on Fredbear's normally hollow sounding stomach... which now it sounded full. "The hell?" I mumbled. "Language (Y/n)." Cristy teased. My cheeks tinted pink. "Aw shut up." I said. "Okay. Help me pull." She said. I nodded, and we both gripped the stomach plate of the yellow bear I noticed stains around it. We took one hard yank and we both fell back. "Ow my ass." I whined. I opened my eyes and cold, light blue eyes stared back. Cassidy's body was shoved into the bear.
A pure scream of horror escaped my lips and I fell back off the stage. As I took in the smell, vomit splattered against the ground. It burned the hell out of the back of my throat. Warm tears streamed down my face and I stared, shriveled back against the ground... at the girls body. Phillip came running, and William waltzed in right after.
"I-It's Cassidy." Cristy stammered. "I kinda like Cassidy... is that weird?" Cristy asked me one morning. "No of course not. Hey! You take after your dads I guess. Am I right?" I told her. She laughed a little. Now tears were streaming down her face as she pulled the girls body carefully from the bear. Multiple of her limbs appeared to be broken... and stab wounds littered her body. The taste of Dr. Pepper was on my tongue. Gross.
I hiccupped and William sighed. "I was afraid this would happen." He said. He made this whole speech on how Boseman broke his nose. "It was your own damn fault jackass! -hic-." I snapped. "Shut up you little brat." he snapped. "You might've killed them. That's why you don't care!" I snapped. "Come on Cristy. You need to get home." William said. "Call my dad. I want him to pick me up." Cristy sobbed, holding Cassidy's body close. My heart dropped to my stomach again.
I looked at Freddy, and his head was turned towards William. "Well then. I will." He said. He ran off to call Vincent. "Go look in Freddy (Y/n)..." Cristy mumbled. I walked over and the animateonics head snapped towards me. His jaw dropped down and his head tilted to the side. Green... they were green. The bowtie and top hat. I pulled on Freddy's stomach... and I couldn't see in properly. I reached in and my fingers touched ice cold skin. I gripped it, and it felt like an arm. I pulled and I saw who it belonged to. Gabriel's scared... pained face was staring at me. His once life filled eyes were almost white the blue was so light.
To Be Continued...
Sorry it took longer than I said it should. I got caught up in homework. School and all. Sucks right?
- Izzy :)
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Blowing the dust off of Remains To Be Seen, a comedy-horror podcast following a trio of awful morticians facing the unknown.
Might face changes but eh, it's here. (Rough script, we planned on mostly messing about, this is more for structure than the actual dialogue)
SFX: A metal tray slides out
DE'ATH
Oh my God.
RAFFTERY
What?
DE'ATH
His lungs are gone.
RAFFERTY (Without hesitation)
Well, I didn't steal them.
DE'ATH
I didn't say you did?
MOSS
Beth uffern ydy chi'n siarad amdano?
DE'ATH
Body's missing lungs.
MOSS
Rwy ddim wedi dwgu nhw.
SFX: Hands slapping in a loud high five | De'ath groans loudly in frustration
RAFFERTY (Inappropriately excited)
Nice!
DE'ATH
No! Not nice! This is an issue.
MOSS
O nhw fyna cyn ni?
DE'ATH
Yes?
RAFFERTY
And you're absolutely sure about that?
DE'ATH
Come have a look for yourself, chest cavity's been ripped open.
SFX: two sets of footsteps and the click of a cane against cold laminate
MOSS
Uffern dân, oedd rhwyn wedi llwgu neu beth?
SFX: De'ath punches moss
MOSS
Oreit, oreit, rwy'n deall.
RAFFERTY
Alright. Cool. Why the lungs.
DE'ATH
And why break into a morgue?
MOSS
Mae ddim fel y bod nhw's mynd unrhyw le. Ey, paid edrych arnaf i fel hwnna. Raff, ochra a fi!
RAFFERTY
Oh, I'm not getting into this.
DE'ATH
Can we get back to the body, please?
RAFFERTY
I'll check the CCTV.
SFX: One set of footsteps. A chair squeaks as Rafferty sits and starts clacking away at his keyboard.
DE'ATH
Hey, Moss?
MOSS
Ie?
DE'ATH
Are you sure you didn't do anything to the lungs?
MOSS
Beth? Pam bydd -
DE'ATH
You've done worse for a joke before.
MOSS (Snorts)
Enwi un peth-
DE'ATH
When we first met you lit a car on fire for insurance. It wasn't your car.
MOSS
Iawn, ond oedd hwnna yn doniol. Mae ddim yn dwyn ysgyfaint-
DE'ATH
You also hid an unidentified corpse in Raff's locker and forgot about it. When he came back from holiday we had to deal with the aftermath.
MOSS
Okay, ie, 'fallai mae dwgyd ysgyfaint yn rhwybeth byddai'n gwneud - ond nes i ddim! Ond nawr ti wedi rhoi peth syniadau i fi...
RAFFERTY (Bored)
If you hid lungs in my lunchbox or something, no one will be able to identify your corpse. That's a promise.
MOSS
Rwy mynd i sychu dy organau.
DE'ATH
Knock it off you two, we still have to deal with this. You find anything, Rafferty?
RAFFERTY
No, which usually would be fine but there's nothing. As in, there's no footage.
DE'ATH
Someone wiped it.
RAFFERTY
Yeah, that's typically what happens when there's no footage.
MOSS
Neu ot ti ddim wedi troi e arno eto
RAFFERTY
Shush, go look at the video and tell me it wasn't switched on, I dare you.
SFX: Moss grumbles and toddles over, cane clicking.
DE'ATH
I guess we have some reasons why someone would steal some lungs.
RAFFERTY
Yeah?
DE'ATH
They're about two hundred thousand.
RAFFERTY(Mildly impressed, mildly concerned)
And you know this because-?
DE'ATH
Moss and I were curious on a night shift.
RAFFERTY
Okay, one; we don't do night shifts, you are allowed to say that you hang out, that's none of my business. Two; that still implicates Moss.
MOSS (Offended)
Rwy ddim wedi dwyn nhw!
RAFFERTY
Course you didn't!
DE'ATH
Can we chill, please? God, I think we need to call Mal-
MOSS
Rwy'n gwrthod.
RAFFERTY
Yeah same.
DE'ATH
Do I not get a say in this?
RAFFERTY
Nah, too slow. It's not like the old git will know what to do anyway, I don't think he actually knows what a computer is, which is why he hired us.
DE'ATH
Hired you, maybe. I'm a damn good mortician.
MOSS
Ie, beth bynnag, rwy'n yma am hwyl.
RAFFERTY (Dry)
You do embalming.
MOSS
Ie?
DE'ATH
Alright, shut it, I'm calling them.
SFX: Beeping of phone buttons, a muted ringing before a click as Dr Mal Practicé picks up
Mal
Ah, Miss De'ath, what seems to be the problem?
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Monaco
Charles Leclerc x Gasly (F1 driver)!Reader
synopsis - Pierre doesn't know you and Charles have been dating. So when Charles wants to marry you, you realize it's finally time to tell him.
requested by - anon // Could you please write a story about Charles dating Pierres sister and asking him for permission to propose her?
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"Do you think they're dating?" Pierre wondered out loud as he kept scrolling through instagram.
"Who?" You raised an eyebrow, looking up from your book to look at him from the other side of the couch.
"Charles and Charlotte?" You wanted to bite back a smile. Your plan had worked.
"Charles and who?" You played dumb, flipping a page of your book.
"You know, Charlotte! You met her at that party last year. Look." He handed you the phone to see a picture of Charles talking to Charlotte at a brunch in Monaco. He was sitting in front of her, at a big table surrounded with a few familiar faces and some people you'd never met before. They seemed to be laughing at something funny one of them had said. "The whole of the internet is going mad over it."
"Oh yeah- I remember her." You nodded along. "Well maybe? Why don't you ask him?"
"I will. Its weird he hasn’t told me anything. He usually likes to brag about his dating life" You had to do everything to hold back a laughter at what had just gone out of his mouth.
"Yeah... weird." Sarcasm filled your tone and you were glad he hadn't noticed.
In all truths, it had been a planned ruse so that the media would get off Charles's back about his dating life, and it was working perfectly.
Another silence fell in between the two of you. He continued scrolling through his follower's recent posts, and you continued reading; enjoying the quiet time you never got to have with your brother.
"Aaawwwww look." He smiled as he handed you the phone.
"Oh my god." You chuckled as you admire the picture.
You remembered this as being one of the first real races you won. You were in the middle with a big grin on your face. Charles and Pierre had finished second and third, and their arms were wrapped around your shoulders, big smiles on their faces with all your trophies raised in the air. "It’s when I started kicking your asses!" You chuckled before handing the phone back to Pierre.
"Yeah, yeah"
Suddenly he moved a little in his seat and his expression had changed, you could tell that picture had brought something back to his mind.
"This reminds me... Can I tell you something?" he sighed as he dropped his phone to the side.
"Yes?"
"Remember back before we were in F2?" You nodded along, clearly not knowing where he was going with this. "Well there was this period of time, well I- um, I thought you and Charles liked each other." That was enough to make your entire body stiffen, and your breath stuck in your throat.
"Oh-" You squeaked.
"Yeah- Like he wouldn't stop flirting with you, and sometimes he was looking at you- or you were looking at him like- well... Exactly how you'd look at someone you'd like to date."
"Pierre, where are you going with this?" You awkwardly shifted on your spot.
"Well- after you got that mysterious British boyfriend." You winced when you remembered that. It was a cover, all a cover for when you and Charles started dating. "And I just remembered feeling so relieved-"
"R- relieved?" All words died in your mouth.
"Well yeah. I kept thinking how weird it would be. Like we're a trio you know? and if you had started dating him- well like, I'd just be the third wheel in the background. It would have been you and him all the time, you would have ditched me to go on dates and the next thing I know I would have to pick up the pieces of your broken heart and would have to stop talking to my best friend for your sake."
You couldn't speak. Instead you gulped and slowly nodded.
"So, what I'm trying to say is I'm glad you never acted upon those feelings." He smiled.
"Y-y-yeah..."
"Oh well I've got to go" He looked down to his watch and smiled. "I'll see you after my diner?"
~
"Bye!" the door closed behind your brother. You couldn't have been more grateful that he was leaving for dinner with some old friends from your home town.
When he was out of the door and you heard his car leaving the grounds, the glass of water you were holding slipped away from your hand - and a sob you'd been keeping escaped your lips.
"Fucking hell." you whispered as you leaned on your kitchen isle, kicking it with your foot in anger. "owww, fuck" You clenched your foot in pain, now if anything was broken you were going to be in serious trouble with your team.
"AAGGH" You screamed. You had enough. Enough of you and Charles having to hide, the fact that Pierre wasn't making this easy on you, the pressure and comments Redbull and the press was putting on you about being a better pilot then Max, the guilt building up; both about taking Pierre's seat and the constant putting off of telling him about your relationship. You wanted to scream. You wanted to take your F1 car and crash into everything and everyone.
"Sweetie what's wrong?" You heard your mom's voice as she made her way down the staircase.
When she walked into the kitchen, she found you with your head agains't the counter; sobbing.
"Everything." You wanted to scream but tried to keep your voice to a minimum. "AGH." you tugged at your hair in frustration.
"Did something happen with Charles?" She placed a hand on your shoulder as her eyebrows went into a frown. She looked down at the shattered glass and the pool of water on the ground before looking back up to you. "talk to me."
"Everything is fine with Charles, more than fine actually." You wiped your eyes and sniffed. "It's Pierre."
"Oh, what did he do?" She crossed her arm at the mention of your brother.
"He gave me a speech about how much he was grateful Charles and I didn't start dating a few years ago." Your mom couldn't help the laugh that came out of her lips.
"It's not funny!" This time you were the one with a smile on your lips. "You don't understand! He realized we liked each other, at the exact moment where we got together. And now he's giving me an entire speech about how he's SOOOO happy we didn't get together! Right when we-" The rest of your sentence didn't leave your mouth. Instead, you looked up to her and took a big breath in. "Right when we decided to tell him, because Charles wants his blessing..." You thought she was going to die of excitement right there.
"BLESSING?"
"sshHH." You whined. "He's going to ask dad as well, but he wants Pierre's too." You leaned your hip on the counter and crossed your arms.
"Well that's amazing, honey congratulations!"
"Mom- he hasn't even asked me yet! We just talked about it..." You looked at the living room where you and Pierre previously had your conversation. "But if Pierre doesn't approve then..."
"Then you can't break off your relationship just because your brother said so."
"But-"
"I approve and you don't need anyone else's approval to be with the one you love."
"But mom it's-"
"Sh." She put her hand up for you to spot talking. "Now you're going to tell him next week-end after the race in Monaco." She eyed you. "Wait until he's had a few drinks and just slip the fact in."
"You can't be serious?" You chuckled.
"You bet I am."
~
About a week later and you were in Monaco.
Charles had convinced Pierre that the two of you should stay at his apartment, that it would be more entertaining then staying at some random fancy hotel.
So he obviously agreed. What could be better than a fun week between 3 best friends?
You gave Charles a wide smile as you dropped your suit case in the living room of his apartment, coming to give him a hug.
"How are you?" You chuckled into his arms, instantly missing the feeling.
"I'm good." He smiled.
"I promised my mom we were going to tell him this week-end" You whispered as you lingered the hug, and Charles raised both his eyebrows mouthing an 'are you sure?' once you pulled away.
You nodded, "After the race"
"What's after the race?" Pierre walked into the apartment with his suitcase, loudly dropping it before throwing himself on Charles's couch.
"A party. On a boat."
"Oh yeah- I remember getting the email." He sighed as he closed his eyes. "Im drained."
"I can see that" You smiled and shot a funny glance towards Charles.
"I'm going to go take a shower" He suddenly sat up and looked towards Charles to ask him a silent question.
"I put towels in the guest room." He replied before he could even voice his request. Your brother nodded before heading out of the living room.
The second the bathroom door was closed, and you heard the shower running, Charles rushed to wrap his arms around your waist.
"I missed you." he grinned.
"I missed you too." You smiled before pecking his lips, but instead of letting you pull away - he brought you closer to kiss you again, tightening his grip on you.
"I can't believe you're in my apartment and you're going to share a bedroom with your brother instead of being with me." That made you chuckle.
"Maybe on Sunday after we tell him." You fixed his hair. "I'm terrified he's going to be mad" You looked at the bathroom door with a worried look.
"We never know." He rested his forehead agains't yours, bringing you closer to him so he could kiss you again. You felt your entire body melt into the kiss. To say you had missed him was an understatement.
You were about to say something but his phone rang.
"Are you kidding me." He whispered with a sigh of defeat. "I get five minutes alone with my girlfriend and someone decides to call me"
"Just take the call, Charles."
~
Practice had gone well the next day, and qualifying the next too. You had gotten second, behind Hamilton, and you were more than ready to attack this next race.
Monaco was like home to you, this was your turf.
The whole Sunday had flashed before you, and before you knew it you were standing on the podium as a race winner. Accepting the trophy from the royal family, and proudly raising it as the whole Redbull team cheered.
You giggled as you pulled a Danny Ric and did a shoey, Lando and Max not so happy to be drinking from your shoe but going along with it anyways. Redbull had done a 1,2 - you couldn't let that slide without a shoey, especially in Monaco.
Next thing you knew you were partying on a boat. You had one drink too many; the champagne at the race, the champagne when they asked you to jump in the famous Redbull pool, cocktails in between. The whole day was a blur, and now you were fully drunk as you stood with some fellow drivers on the last party of the night.
You laughed at something Lando said, then you didn't know how you got there but you were talking with Lewis Hamilton about beating his ass as world champion, you even vaguely remembered talking to Max during the night and next thing you were talking with Charles and Carlos, and then Carlos was gone leaving just you and the love of your life in the middle of the crowd.
Charles was probably as drunk as you were and had an arm wrapped around you, placing it dangerously low. You thought Pierre was as drunk as most people at this party, and he probably assumed the same. But, what you didn't know was that after your victory, Pierre decided to stay sober and be make sure nothing happened to you.
"Oh, well I see your sister is getting friendly with the enemy." Someone from the Redbull crew pointed out with a grin on his face as he pointed behind Pierre.
The Alpha Tauri driver raised and eyebrow before turning around to face something he'd never thought he'd have to ever see. His whole face went white and he thought he was going to collapse right there.
You were making out, with Charles.
You were making out with his best friend, right in front of him.
The glass that he was holding ended up shattering in his hand, making his company chuckle.
"I think you just made a mistake by pointing that out mate." Lando stiffened when he saw the way Pierre was reacting.
"Pierre let them be!" The poor guy who didn't know what he had just done tried to keep the driver from walking up to you, but too late. He was already halfway across the room, walking right the couch you were sitting on.
He wanted to throw up, burn his eyes out of his head, anything to get this image out of his mind.
"What the heck are you two doing?" He almost screamed but it came out muffled with the music.
You pulled away when you felt a hang on your shoulder.
"Oh hi!" You giggled and he wanted to face palm.
"Oh Pierre, you’ve already met my girlfriend right? Y/n." he introduced you to him as if you were strangers, making a burst of laughter escape both of your lips.
"That’s a good one." You chuckled and leaned in to rest your hand on Charles's shoulder. "Af is I don't know him." you rolled your eyes which made you laugh even more.
"Girlfriend?" He squeaked and his eyes went wide.
"Well yeah." Charles rolled his eyes. "We've been dating for like ages."
"Ok, Im getting your drunk asses back home." He pulled the both of you by the arm.
"Hey!" You whined as you tugged your arm back. "Who said I wanted to go home!" You stomped your foot on the ground.
"Me. I did." He pulled you again and Charles just followed along with the tugging of his arm.
"But- Pieerrree, your not funny" you pouted.
To exit the boat that luckily for him was still on shore, he had to pass by the same group he was sitting with prior and they were all laughing their asses off at the situation.
"You’re leaving already?" Lando smirked when he saw the state you were in. Pierre was basically dragging you and you kept stumbling into Charles who was laughing as you seemed to be exchanging jokes with him.
"Yes." Pierre grumbled at the mclaren driver in front of him. “I feel like their baby-sitter"
"I’ll help you take care of them." Lando knew how much Pierre knowing about your relationship meant to you, and he feared the worst. If it was going to end up in a fight between the two Gasly siblings, he had to be there to reason Pierre.
"Thank god, it’s a miracle im not the only sober one." Pierre suddenly felt relief flow from his shoulders as he handed Charles arm to Lando. "You sure you don't mind?"
"Nah, don't worry."
After a short walk that felt way too long, Pierre fumbled with the keys and sighed of relief when he knew you were finally safe in the apartment.
"Now sit here." He told you as he placed you in a chair and turned around to grab some water from the fridge.
You watched as Lando made Charles stumble in a chair that was a meter away from you, and placed your eyes back to your brother, giggling for no reason.
"I'm so drunk right now." You looked at your hand and brought it closer and further.
"Care to explain?" He handed you a water bottle, and gave one to Charles and Lando.
"Explainnn whaaat?" You chuckled - but then suddenly panic passed through you and your face fell. "PIERRE WHERE IS MY TROPHY- PIERRE DON'T TELL ME YOU FORGOT IT!" You were tapping yourself around as if your trophy might have been in the imaginary pockets of your dress.
"Me?" His eyes went wide.
"Pierre that was my trophyyyyy." You felt your eyes starting to water. "My Monaco trophy!" Now you were fully crying.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you left it there, I'm sure they'll find it tomorrow." He looked around the apartment to see it sitting on the coffee table behind you.
"MY TROPHYyyYYy. My Mooonacoo Trophy, I hate you Pierre! You lost my troophy" You cried.
"Yeah Pierre, her trophy!" Charles whined and Lando couldn't help the laugh that came out of him.
Pierre shot him a look before making his way around to the living room, grabbing your trophy and almost slamming it in front of you.
"MY TROPHY!" Your face lit up and you went to hug your brother but instead fell to the floor at a poor attempt of getting out of your chair.
"Jesus Y/n" He placed you back on the chair.
"Ok I'm going to be serious now. Can you please, care to explain?"
You laughed, water still in your mouth and spilling some all over you.
"What's so funny?"
"You're funny when you're serious."
"Pierre" Charles pointed to him with his water bottle. "I want to marrrryy her." Charles pointed to you with his water bottle as well. "And I need your blessingggg-"
"What he said." You pointed to Charles and Pierre's brain started to malfunction.
"We've- We've been dating for ages" You giggled as you found that funny for no reason at all. "Like you knew we liked each other. When- that was when we started dating." Pierre was stunned for a second.
"What?"
"You should see your face," You laughed as you hugged the table. You wanted to say something else but you suddenly felt ill and ended up stumbling out of the chair and running to the bathroom to throw up.
Pierre stared at Charles who was starting to get drunk-tired. He looked at him in disbelief, trying to make sense of the little information that he was getting.
"You knew about this?" He turned his stare to Lando who shrugged his shoulders.
"Suspected it." He lied. He knew, he even helped the millions of times where you met Charles without Pierre knowing a thing.
"I-" He sighed in defeat and silence had taken over the room.
What felt like hours later, you came back, feeling more sober then you were a few minutes ago.
You grabbed your water bottle and leaned agains't the wall.
"Why didn't you tell me anything?" Pierre stared at you, he knew you, you couldn't hide behind the drunk facade because you had clearly sobered up enough to explain.
"Because of what you said last week Pierre. The 'I'm so relieved you've never dated' speech?" You felt anger bubble up inside you.
"Y/n you know how important what you've been hiding to me is? You've been dating my bestfriend - and you never told me a thing?"
"He's my best friend to! And no! No, because I was terrified of how you were going to react!"
"Well how did you think I was going to react after you've been hiding this from me for YEARS? How selfish are you Y/n?"
"Selfish? Selfish? me? Do you know how much guilt I have!? Do you know what it was like living a lie for years. Every day I wanted to tell you but every day I chickened out, because I didn't want to hurt you! Me? Selfish? Do you know how guilty I felt when I took your seat? Do you know how guilty I felt when it was me in that Redbull winning today?" You felt tears build up and quickly wiped them with the back of your hand. "Do you how guilty I felt every time I had to lie to you about where I was going just so I could see Charles for the week-end?"
He stayed silent and took your words in.
"Here! You don't approve? Fine! Go ahead. But just know that we love each other! You want proof we love each other? You're scared we're going to break up and then our trio will be ruined? Here's proof! Here's everything you missed! Take it as a 'Keep up with the Gasly sister and Leclerc'" You angrily turned around towards the shelf and grabbed the box Charles used to hide all his pictures and souvenirs of you when Pierre visited.
You shoved it in his arms, and it was a miracle you didn't stumble with how drunk you still were.
"This too" Charles mumbled as he raised his head, too tired to even think. As if to add to the argument he fished around in his coat pocket and placed a small velvet box on the table.
Your brother literally wanted to faint on the spot.
Your heart skipped a beat - you didn't even know he had already bought the ring.
"I told you I wanted your blessing." He mumbled before taking another sip of the water in front of him and placing his head back in his hands as he tried to focus.
Lando didn't know where to put himself. He awkwardly stood in the background twiddling with his thumbs as he watched the soap opera-like moment. Way more entertaining than the party they were previously at if he was being honest.
"Well... I'll let you figure what you want to say next. You can sleep on the couch" You turned around, and walked into the guest room, slamming the door to leave a dumbfound Pierre behind.
It took a second for him to come back his senses. He saw that Charles was falling asleep and sighed before turning to Lando.
"Help me get him to his room?" He nodded.
Once both sober drivers were back in the living room, they crashed on the couch and Pierre was stoic, frozen from the mass amount of information he had just received.
"Don't get mad at me." Lando mumbled. "I've known ever since I joined F1."
Pierre wasn't even mad, he shook his head instead.
"She was that terrified of telling me?" Lando nodded as an answer. "How the heck did I miss this if they've been together for so long." He looked up to the ceiling.
"They became masters at hiding I guess. Both from you and the media." He shrugged. "You know they're actually really cute together?" He gave Pierre a weak smile. "Like really cute. The type of couple where you know they've been through hell and back together. Like you can see they're best friends, but there's something more there. It would be stupid if they broke up because of you..."
Lando's words seem to affect him a little because he slowly nodded.
"God, I'm too tired for this."
~
The next morning you woke up with a huge headache - and no memory of anything that happened after the race.
You vaguely remembered the podium, shoey's, jumping in a pool, max's face as he cheered for you - and then the rest was a blur. Which meant you had completely forgotten your plan of telling Pierre - which meant you'd have to do it today.
You had no clue how you got home, or what even happened for Pierre to not be in the room, asleep. You didn't even know what happened to Charles, you just hoped he was home too.
You shifted, trying to adjust your eyesight. You spotted water and aspirin on your bedside table and let out a grateful sigh. Chugging a pill down with as much water as you could in one breath.
You tried your best to stand up, having to hold on to the wall next to you to be able to walk straight. You realized you were dressed in a pretty blue dress that you remembered buying specially for the after race party.
You changed into something more comfortable, before stumbling out of your room. You flinched when the light of day hit your eyes. grumbling as you tried to stumble towards the kitchen, quickly realizing it smelled like pancakes.
When you arrived, you were met with an odd sight.
Pierre baking? Pierre baking... pancakes?
It took your brain a second to register, but when you accepted the fact you sat at the kitchen counter, eyeing him with a weird look.
"Morning."
"Well, you look good for someone who partied last night." You wondered as you poured yourself some orange juice.
"I stayed sober last night. Someone had to take care of you and that Monegasque idiot." You snorted at his use of nicknames, Pierre smiling with you.
You didn't seem to remember the drunken rant you had pulled last night, which warmed his heart a little.
"What happened last night?" You groaned as you rested your head in your hand, trying to remember as many bits as you could.
"What do you remember?" Pierre questioned as he handed you a pancake.
"I remember you being shit at baking before this morning."
"Very funny. I learned how to make pancakes as while ago Y/n/n. May come as a surprise to you."
"It does indeed." You grabbed what ever topping your hand found its way too, accompanied with a knife. "I remember winning." You recalled. "I remember drinking champagne, going on the red bull boat, jumping in the pool, and then having cocktails, talking with Max I think- and then I'm over."
"Really?" He hadn't realized you had been drunk for that much of the day.
"Oh- I remember coming back here to get ready for the party, but like its vague."
"Hmm, so you don't remember the party?" He wondered and you shook your head no. "You don't remember me dragging you home?" You squinted your eyes.
"No." You brought your stare back to your pancake and started eating. "I need to know why this is so good?"
"Y/n, how is it so hard for you to understand that I just know how to make pancakes?"
"I'm sorry." You whined. "It's really good."
The two of you stayed quiet for a few minutes as he continued flipping pancakes and adding them onto a plate. He grabbed himself one and then continued baking.
You were about to grab your second one until a thought came back to your mind. You had screamed at Pierre last night. You had gave him a speech along the lines of your relationship and the guilt you held. You swallowed before looking around and seeing the box of pictures on the coffee table, your eyes scanned the few pictures that laid next to it, and next to the box was - the ring. Butterfly came to your stomach at the thought of that ring soon resting on your finger. You turned your head back towards your plate and glanced at the fridge. There was a magnet of you that Charles had definitely been removed before you arrived.
"Oh god" You dropped your fork and dug your head in your hands as you made an unknown noise, making Pierre laugh. "Pierre I'm so sorry." You sighed in your hands.
"Hey it's ok" He replied as he flipped a pancake.
"No- no it's not I-"
"Y/n" His voice was surprisingly calm. "I think it's my turn to talk now." There was no anger in his voice, it was light, almost like he was about to crack a joke.
"Firstly, I'm going to admit, I was jealous when you got my seat." You barely managed to look him in the eyes. "I was so mad- at you, a-and at myself. I kept thinking 'how the heck is my little sister better than I am?', I wanted to hate you for it." He sighed. "But you're my sister. I could never be mad at you. So I was mad at myself instead. Every time you won it was harder and harder to take. And- and I thought you were happy about it. I thought that you didn't care about me, I thought that you were the happiest person on earth taking that seat. But you made me realize that It was also hard on you."
"I-" You wanted to say something but he continued.
"I'm sorry for calling you selfish yesterday, even if you probably don't remember. It's no ones fault. You were meant for that Redbull - I just wasn't" He gave you a small smile. "We're both great pilots but, i'm not made to pilot that car, and I'm sorry it had to weight on you."
He gave you a tight smile before flipping a brand new pancake on your plate, you wanted to say more - reassure him, but he continued.
"And for-" He was about to say Charles but as if on cue the door of his room opened and he limped towards the kitchen.
"What the heck happened last night." He groaned as he took a seat next to you.
"More than you realize." Pierre smirked before handing him a plate with a pancake.
"Since when do you bake?" He looked at the pancake as if it was an extinct animal.
"Why does everyone think I can't bake?" Pierre whined.
"Because you've never baked for us!" You chuckled.
"I wanted to say, you have my blessing." Pierre did everything he could to stop smiling at Charles who choked on his pancake.
You patted his back as he tried to cough and chug down some water.
"You told him?" He screeched.
"No, it apparently slipped out last night - how did you figure it out?" You turned to your brother.
"You two stated making out at that party, and then we started arguing and that's where you told me everything."
Both your faces went red with embarrassment.
"You're telling me we were dumb enough to do that after like 4 years of hiding our relationship?" You laughed to yourself. "A- and you're not mad?"
Pierre shook his head. "I was at first, but I realize that this wasn't about me. I'll just need some time to get use to it, I guess. And just saying" He pointed to Charles with his spatula "if you break her heart, I will crash that Ferrari of yours"
"Oh, what a menace." You mumbled.
"I won't break her heart, I promise."
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"VORFREUDE."
Summary: Sakusa thinks of you as his vorfreude, his intense anticipation from imagining future pleasures. He swears it's not mere delusions.
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader / slight Komori Motoya x Reader
Word count: 4.5k
Genre & Content Warnings: Slight angst. NSFW. Dark content. Yandere behavior. Porn with Plot. Incel/Bully!Sakusa. Virgin!Reader. Abuse. Non-con. Blackmail. Coercion. Misogyny. Slut-shaming. Slight manipulation and mindbreak. Fingering. Corruption. Defloration. Degradation. Vaginal penetration. Creampie.
Notes: Thank you soooo much to the lovely anon who commissioned this! Took a lot longer than it should've cause academics kept cutting in & joint with my anxiety. But yeah, thank you so much :') Thank you Faiwy for the final beta !! <3
If you're thinking about commissioning me, please refer to this post.
You’re a constant, Sakusa thinks.
For as long as he can remember, you’ve been following him and Komori like a lost puppy—whenever they were, you were sure to be there. He can’t think far back enough to remember when it started, but you were insignia of constancy, that was all Sakusa knew.
He listens intently while you talk to Komori from beside him, voice low and stumbling over your words every so often—he knows you're going out of your way to avoid saying something he could use to pull you apart with, piece by piece like a frail little toy.
"How did the test from yesterday go?" Komori questions you, right as your trio made it to the cafeteria.
Your easy-going smile falters at the mention of it. Sakusa already knows the answer. He shares that class with you, after all. He had the front row seat to see your face flushed with humiliation and how rigid your body grew when the professor told you Sakusa would be tutoring you.
Reminding him that out of everything about you, the way you wore your heart on your sleeve is something that insistently rubbed him the wrong way.
First, because he starts thinking about how easy you make it for people to take advantage of you; it makes his blood boil. Then, he starts thinking about every reaction he could get out of you, like how you'd look from beneath him as he used your body the way you wanted him to.
Because you do, don't you? Why else would you go out of your way to adjust to his habits? To carry around your personal sanitizer and wipes, always making sure the space you were in with them was clean.
Nothing else could explain how you strung along with them like loose thread.
It tugs at the heart beneath his ribcage—but whenever he sees you give all your attention to Komori, the betrayal sinks in, and he's reminded what kind of a woman you are.
A whore.
As you laughed nervously, taking a seat across from them, Sakusa wonders if you're having fun, wonders if for a moment you're riddled with guilt as you flirt with his cousin and him at the same time, in the same breath.
"N-no, it didn't turn out very well," you admit in between stutters, embarrassment creeping back in.
Komori frowns empathetically, "I could help you, you know—"
The sparkle in your eyes is quick to appear. God, you're so cunning. It makes Sakusa consider that maybe you failed the test on purpose, thinking this would happen—but that would be giving you more credit than due. You're just a dumb little girl.
"I'm already tutoring them," Sakusa interrupts, and he's unsure whether to be delighted or angered at the way your face falls sullen.
"O-oh right, but—but I'd love to get your help, Motoya-kun—"
The scoff Sakusa lets out is loud, loud enough to make you wince. "You're dumb enough as it is, you don't need distractions," his words come slicing like knife. You sink in your seat.
Komori laughs awkwardly, giving you a smile—sheepish and apologetic—he's so kind, he's always so kind.
Sometimes you wonder how they're actually cousins; until you're reminded that Sakusa hadn't always been this mean to you. He had always been cautious, but he wasn't ever mean like he was out to get you at every ragged edge.
Somehow, though, the closer you got to him—past his defenses and indifference towards you—the meaner he's gotten.
You were like a moth to a flame, not in the sense that you were attracted to its light, but more so like being punished with burn after burn the closer you got.
But your feelings for Komori begged you at every instance to swallow the humiliation down, at each of Sakusa’s degrading remarks.
You take out your packed bento, wiping at the table with wipes before placing it down, the cousins moving to do the same out of adapted habit, until you notice Komori digging in his bag, eyebrows furrowed like he's confused.
"Motoya-kun? What's wrong?"
He turns to you, scratching at the back of his head, "I think I forgot my sanitizer."
You're quick on your hands, offering him yours without missing a beat and Sakusa's reminded of why he even likes you at all.
You were persistent with being able to stick around them. He thought that was remarkable. That you'd never been freaked out by his habits, you respected his space—something he couldn't say with the people who pushed and disregarded his boundaries. That instead of forcing him to adjust to you, you went out of your way for him to be comfortable with you around.
And he's flattered, really. He doesn't have to wonder if he had a chance with you because surely, he does.
Since he's so nice—nicer than a whore like you deserves, he'll let you know your feelings are reciprocated, then he'll fuck you, because surely, that's what you want… Right?
Then maybe, when you're finally his girlfriend, he can start training you to stop being such a flirty slut, that you belong only to him and that you’re nothing but his property.
But for now, he can settle with the warmth in his chest as he notices all the ways you try to get his attention.
Being with Sakusa is hard, even with Komori around, it was nerve wracking. Conversations with him weren't any easier, if anything, they were more dreadful.
When you ask Sakusa about tutoring you, you do it over lunch just so you avoid having to walk up to him alone. His answer is curt when he tells you to come over tomorrow, and that he’ll pick you up from your place; because you can try all you want to outsmart him, but he’d always catch on.
Because Sakusa was smart, and you were just you.
After lunch, you feel nothing but the dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach—churning and thrashing—because no matter how hard you try to push it down, the fact is that you’re actually scared of him.
Scared of the nitpicking he'll scrutinize you with—the way you sat, the way you looked at him, the way you trembled in his presence alone. You start thinking of what to wear, because even something as little as that can put him off—always commenting about how short your skirt is, how you're showing too much skin, how you're probably doing it on purpose.
But it's nothing you're not used to anymore.
So you tug on your fear, push it into a corner, and you tell yourself that Sakusa is mean, and condescending, and harsh, but he wouldn’t hurt you. You pick yourself up from the corner of your mind, and you repeat in your head like a mantra. Sakusa wouldn’t hurt you.
The ring of the bell breaks you out of your reverie. It reminds you that the day has almost ended, and that it felt like a blink faster than it should’ve been. Still, you pull on your things, gathering them to leave the classroom slowly emptying out.
You make a small sound of surprise when your eyes dart over to the door, where Komori stood, an anxious smile on his lips. He looks like he's been waiting for you, making your heart hammer against your chest like it wants to leap out.
Face-flushed and giddy, you walk towards him.
“Hey, Motoya-kun. What’s up?” You smile, all sweet and bright-eyed. From the pit of Komori’s stomach, something flutters. You only ever look like this when your eyes are on him; he thinks he wants to keep it to himself.
He brings a hand up to his hair, lightly scratching at the back of his head with a nervous smile, and it’s awkward in an adorable sort of way. He’s walking beside you along the corridor, it’s slow and the bit of silence between you is calm.
“Ah, well…” He starts, gaze flickering to the floor and back to you indecisively, “I was wondering if I could ask you to the newly opened café tomorrow. A-after you study with Sakusa-kun, of course,” He stutters a bit, offering you a boyish grin.
It so nearly pulls a squeak out of you, surprised in the most love struck sort of way. Your heart beats out of your chest unlike the way Sakusa makes you feel.
Your heart hammers out of fear of him—but with Komori, it's nothing but pleasant and warm and intoxicating.
Your smile is instantaneous; it comforts Komori as your lips part.
"I'd love to," you answer him softly, though an octave higher.
Sakusa finds you both like this, shyly smiling at each other like lovesick doves. There's nothing pure about you, you shouldn't be smiling that way. Especially not at the face of his cousin.
"Oi," he calls out, even through the face mask, his annoyance seeps into your skin and makes you feel small.
The blood that had rushed to your cheeks dries you pale at the glare he gives you.
"Coach is looking for you, Komori," he follows, yet never taking his eyes off of you.
"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N!"
Sakusa takes another step closer to you the moment Komori's out of sight. Your grip on your bag tightening, instinctively taking a step backwards.
The action alone makes him practically sneer with you cowering in response.
"Disgusting," he mutters, brimming with venom. "There's nothing I hate more than girls who throw themselves at any guy they see."
Maybe it's the sheer malice in his voice, or the way your eyes catch how his hand moves up—but you flinch, like expecting a hit to come across your cheek.
The pain never comes and when your eyelids flutter open, you're met with hard eyes the color of obsidian yet gleaming with a newfound resolve despite his furrowed eyebrows that suggested hitting you was far from the origin of his intentions.
Without a word, Sakusa walks away from you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.
You let your body slump against the wall. His eyes burn in the back of your head, almost like they’re warning you.
Right before you head to bed, your phone chimes once, then twice and it’s bittersweet. One from Komori, telling you he’s excited to see you tomorrow, and one from Sakusa—not beating around the bush, it says nothing but ‘9 AM.’
It’s firm and unyielding. Even as your head hits the pillow, forcing your eyes shut, sleep doesn’t come easy—not even at the thought of seeing Komori on a date.
It’s not the sunlight peeking in between your curtains that wake you, nor the sound of birds chirping outside your window. Instead, it’s the ache in your body acting like a bad omen. Nevertheless, you drag your body out of bed.
Your stomach churns but you get ready for the day.
You think the next hour couldn’t come any quicker, because you’re fidgeting on the balls of your feet and somehow, there’s goosebumps rising against your bare skin.
Your phone blinks back at you with a minute before nine o’clock but you already hear the knock on your door. Your breathing halts even as you move hurriedly to open it—and even when the air hits you as you find Sakusa on your doorstep.
You feel his eyes wander, from the very top of your head, down to your feet, and he mutters, “You look nice today.”
The blush that creeps on your cheeks is only natural. Compliments in any form that came from Sakusa were hard to come by—only because they were compliments in the most genuine, honest of ways.
Sakusa is mean, and if you were more honest with yourself, he’s a bully. But Sakusa, mean or not, is still Komori’s cousin; so you give him a smile, palms going clammy.
“Thank you, Sakusa-kun…” You trail off, hesitating on your next words, “You look nice today, too.”
And he does. The dark color of his clothes complimented his pale skin and dark, curly hair, and despite being covered by the mask, his pristine beauty seems to gleam through. Even seemingly unfazed, his gaze on you softens by a fraction.
As abrupt as it appeared, he’s already turning away, “Hurry up,” he quips, but his voice is softer because you look nice today were words that confessed his truest feelings—the ones that reminded him he’s so in love with you and that you’re the cause of warmth in chest.
Even when you strut around trying to get Komori to like you, Sakusa doesn’t attempt to deny the feelings he harbored, because you look nice today, too should mean something, shouldn’t it?
You know you’re dressed up for your date with Komori, but Sakusa doesn’t know that; so in that moment, he appreciates you. For once, there isn't one insult that lingers in his tongue or even in his head as he walks slowly.
Sakusa is nice today, you note as he keys the lock to his place. He had awkwardly placed his hand on the small of your back on the short walk it took from your place to his, guiding you along the sidewalk.
You've only been to his place once or twice, both times were with Komori, so you weren't familiar with the directions. The walk was silent, and in his silence, you found a reason to relax—just enough to make you think that this might go well.
Despite all awkwardness, Sakusa is forward. Seeing you sat on his couch so comfortably, the skirt of your dress riding up slightly, does nothing to hold back his urge to keep his hands on you.
It's a good thing he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself now, right? Since you like him so much, you'd let him fuck you now… Right?
Sakusa's movements are sly, that's why you don't question how he walks closer towards you, sitting so, so close to you—that's why you choke on the lump in your throat when his hand shoots out to grab you by the wrist, pulls you in, then presses his lips on yours.
The second that passes is only because you couldn't wrap your head around Sakusa—lips pressed against yours and body so close.
But the next second, you're pushing him off roughly enough to stop him and he's looking at you confused.
"Sakusa-kun, I think you misunderstood—I like, I like Motoya-kun, I didn't mean to—this is—" you're trampling over your words, looking at him with panicked eyes.
Sakusa mutes out the sound of your voice, all he can hear is the beating in his chest and the ache of it—the sound of his heart dropping to his stomach. He should’ve known.
All the softness in his eyes are gone. His hand, still wrapped around your wrist, gripping tighter and tighter; your heart skipping obnoxiously against your chest. Something about the way he's looking at you now petrifies you.
His silence feels deadlier than his destructive words, deadlier when you wince at his grip, whimpering, "Sakusa, you're hurting me—please," and still, he doesn't let up.
Not when he's roughly tugging you from the couch, taking your arm with a bruising grip, then he's hauling you somewhere. You thrash, panicked pleas calling out to him and apologies he doesn't deserve but you offer him anyway. All your protests are rewarded when he halts, turning to you without a hint of remorse, pushing you to the floor—his foot comes to your side, kicking you with a force that knocks the breath out of your lungs.
Bile is rising up your throat, coughing and arms shooting to your stomach to protect yourself. Scared feels too small of a word to describe the feeling that looms over you as he takes your arm again, dragging your curled up body.
Sakusa shoves you inside a room, even as you flail around and beg for help, his face remains impassive; whatever force you’re putting in the way you try to break free from his hold is futile. Of course he’s stronger. Of course, but you can’t possibly accept this, can you?
You made Sakusa yearn—disgustingly grapple on his feelings so needlessly, and nothing, he thinks, could be more unforgivable.
So he secures you on the bed, bound and within his claws, for you to take responsibility for the yearning you've planted inside of him.
"S-Sakusa, please," your begging sounds like a whimper. "I-I won't tell anyone! N-not even Motoya-ku—!"
You hear ringing in your ears before feeling the sting across your cheek. From inside your mouth, you can taste metal.
"You won't tell anyone either way," he mutters apathetically, like the idea of you telling anyone isn't a threat, "No one would believe you…"
He pauses, gaze on you hardening for a second, "You don't want Komori finding out you only got close to him because you wanted me, right?"
The sound of disbelief that escapes you is small, even the wide-eyed betrayal that flashes in your eyes does nothing to make him even pity you.
"You–I, I didn't—"
At your stuttering, Sakusa clicks his tongue, "You're such a dumb girl you don't even know what you want."
"That's not true, Sakusa—"
He glares down on you. The bed dips, bracketing your body between his knees, hovering over you, then leaning forward. His hands move slowly as if caressing you before grabbing your hair with a stinging tug.
The fear pooling your eyes only makes him even angrier.
"I hate that face," he grits out, "Always looking at me all scared, then you look at Komori like a shy innocent bitch, it pisses me off."
Pretty as you are, he lands another hit across your cheek—hard enough that you can feel a cut on your cheek trickling down with blood, the side of your ear going deaf. You’re not sure anymore if it was a slap or a punch—all that you know is that it hurts. Your vision is blurred when you open your eyes, but even through them, the insanely expressionless eyes of Sakusa are clear.
It dawns on Sakusa that you wouldn’t date him. Of course you wouldn’t. Sluts like you go for guys like Komori—so he’d just have to take you by force, make you date him by force, make you love him by force.
Besides, you look prettier forced, he observes. Your face tear-stained and bloody makes his cock throb in his pants. With your body weak underneath him, so helpless that it disgusts him and fuels him with desire all at once.
Something about your weakness, the innocence that spills from you contradicting his firm idea that you’re a dirty whore makes him livid. He pictures you painted with bruises and cuts, the image sending a shiver down his spine. Clenched fists pull back, only to land on your sides, on the same places he kicked you.
What makes you feel sick at the stomach more than the abuse he inflicts on you is the way Sakusa’s movements lack hesitation as his hands travel to your bare thighs.
"W-what are you doing?”
It's disgusting. Women like you are disgusting. You lead him on just so you can take advantage of his feelings like this—that even if he knew better, he'd still soften up for you.
It's you who lured him into this, he almost sneers at the thought. You were truly vile, and yet he loves you all the same—wants you all to himself all the same.
"Omi?' You breathe, frightened. The nickname falls affectionately, though, putting all your hope into it, wishing it would tug on his heart enough for him to let you go.
“Let’s talk about this, Omi? Please?” You cry, searching for his eyes—the ones trained on your thighs as he glides his hands against them, your dress bunched up to your hips revealing your baby pink panties. Your sobs only grow louder as he goes further up, going on as if he’s in a trance where he can’t hear you groveling at him to stop.
Strong, calloused hands stop at the band of your panties, fingers hooking, and only then does he look back up at you. Dark eyes drown you as he tugs them down torturously slow, exposing you to him in your most vulnerable state.
The same second you attempt to force your legs shut, comes a biting pain on the inside of your thighs, instantly blooming his handprint at the force. Your mouth opens to wail at the pain, but it’s the same wail that Sakusa swallows as he brings his lips to yours with a kiss so treacherously passionate.
Sakusa pulls away quickly though, eyeing your bare cunt, he brings his fingers to your slit, experimentally rubbing up and down and your response is immediate, somehow. Your slick gathers on his fingers, body squirming from beneath him.
“K-Kiyoomi, it feels weird—stop, please,” yet your hips buck into his fingers as he prods at your tight hole, “Don’t—Not there—N-no one has touched—”
He lifts an eyebrow, “You’re a virgin?” His question sounding more of a comment, because the hesitant nod you give him is almost needless when you hiss at the intrusion of his digit pushing inside of you; your walls clamping down on it, body tensing, he brings a thumb to your clit, circling with enough pressure to make it feel good.
And it’s wrong. So wrong, but it feels good because you’re moaning against your will, whimpering at the curl of his finger and at the additional finger he’s slowly sinking into you.
The stretch is uncomfortable and foreign. Nothing is in Sakusa’s mind but at the thought of you absolutely untouched, absolutely all for him to ruin. Your body instinctively leaning to his, submitting to his ministrations—fingers scissoring and pushing in and out of your pussy, the sound of your slick echoing in your ears as if to taunt you, but your legs are trembling, your gasps are broken and there’s a pressure in your pelvis about to snap.
“You’re so filthy,” he mutters, but he looks at you like you’re the farthest thing from filthy, and his comment is exactly what makes you break, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and cunt creaming around his fingers pathetically.
You feel so dirty, especially at the sound of your slick as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them inside your mouth—the taste of you tainting your tongue. Shaking your head profusely, you beg him with your eyes, “No more—please, I don’t want this.” you weep, muffled.
“Suck,” he commands, but your defiance is clear before you even shake your head, so he pushes his fingers down further, choking you until you gag and find it hard to breathe.
“Suck,” he repeats, and you relent.
Watching you suck messily on his fingers, drool and tears disheveling you, dried blood sticking to your skin, he frees his twitching cock out of its constraints.
Though hazy, your eyes catch it, the thickness of his cock—hard and flushed at the tip—your hands tugging at your restraints feebly making you panic and choke on his fingers, nearly biting down on them.
He’s quick to pull them out, glaring down at you with dark eyes, jaw ticking as his hands curl into fists; knowing what’s to come doesn’t prepare you any more at the excruciating pain of his abuse, even more so at his length pressing against your wet folds—cockhead nudging your puffy clit and making your cunt drool on him.
Both hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. The pain on your face numbs at the sensation of him prodding on your entrance, ripping you apart and increasing the pain—your head throbs as he stretches your cunt with his fat cock, barely giving you time to adjust as he starts to move slowly despite your tense walls barely allowing him.
He curses as he ruts into you, bathing in your cries and moans, violating and invading the entirety of you. The pleasure of feeling you and having you just like this seeps into his bones, turning his languid thrusts more desperate.
“You make desperation look so pretty,” he groans, “You’re making such a mess, you like being forced like this?”
He insults you, but you’re everything he always wanted and more—the taste of your skin as he sucks marks onto your neck as if you were his to own, the clenching and humiliating sound of your cunt squelching as he pounds into you and grunts against your skin. His cock throbs inside you and drags along your velvety walls deliciously; all you can think is that you hate this.
Pressure, pain, the drowning pleasure of Sakusa all over you and inside you don’t allow you to retreat to the back of your head and forget. Not with the burning euphoria building up in your stomach or the moan that slips from your lips as Sakusa brings one of your legs down, bringing his hand to your breasts and thumb swiping around your sensitive nipples.
“O-Omi, please,” you sob, weak and submissive—just how you should be. Your nails dig into your palms, arms aching from your restraints. “I-I’m gonna—I think I—”
“Y-you really are a whore,” he spits, voice strained yet patronizing, still. “Do it, then. Cum on my cock.”
His hand moves in between your thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing circles on your clit as you cry out, tight walls clamping down on him and stuttering his already sloppy thrusts, your arousal running down his length and down to his heavy balls slapping against your ass.
Your moans come out as squeals of his name, your back arching and breath catching in your throat, vision going white as he continues to fuck into you.
His breathing is ragged, moving to bury his face into the crook of your neck in an odd show of affection, your swollen cunt pulsating around his cock as he suddenly stills, his low groan vibrating against your skin as he empties inside you.
You want to cry—but nothing comes out, all you can feel is the bruises on your skin, Sakusa’s cock buried deep inside you and his cum leaking from your abused hole, the stickiness and the sweat.
Maybe Sakusa’s right. Maybe you are disgusting, because as he peels himself from you, thinking it’s all over—Sakusa doesn’t undo the ties keeping you on the bed.
He reaches towards the bedside table, grabbing his phone. The sound of the shutter going off once, twice, over and over with the camera directed at you pulls your soul out of you.
“Omi—?” Your question remains a lump in your throat, but Sakusa is smart. He doesn’t need to hear your question.
“You’re my girlfriend now…” He mutters carelessly, “but I’m sure you don’t want Komori to see how you like to be fucked, right?”
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I've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.
My Thoughts on S1E2, "Metal Saw"
Seriously love the music in this show!
THE FREAKING BELT GRAB. You can tell they've done this kind of thing before.
I always love it when Jack and Mac have heart-to-hearts in the middle of super intense, dangerous situations. Like... it's sweet, but time and place, guys?
"Hi, I'm Jack." Nervous Jack is bebby.
Ew, sweat. Like, I know it's "realism" to have sweat stains on clothes in situations like these, but that's one bit of realism I can always do without. Gross.
Is that a bit of PTSD I'm seeing with Mac there on the couch? That's a kind of realism I can always get behind.
Riley finding Mac and Boze in that compromising position will never not be funny. "But he was on top." I love Riley more every episode.
Riley is a really good liar from day one.
I love the joke about ex-cons benefiting from being in relationships with stable people (i.e., fake boyfriend Bozer), then the immediate cut to Bozer with his whole arm inside the vending machine. Great stuff.
Love the Riley and Bozer bonding... right up until the cringe-tastic "Slide me your digits."
"Soon, I'm gonna woo you the same way Romeo would have wooed Juliet if they had Snapchat back in the Renaissance." Bozer and his surprisingly accurate pickup lines. The Renaissance did in fact start in Italy around the 14th century, when R&J is thought to take place.
I love all this psychoanalyzing of Mac. "Adapting is his survival mechanism." Also I'm living for Jack sticking up for Mac to Patti.
"This place has been searched by everybody and their dog." Is this a Texas thing or an old guy saying? Either way it's great.
Nothing beats the early days of Mac and Jack. Nothing. I wish we had gotten more interactions where Jack has to parent Mac: "Stop touching that. Look at me." ❤️❤️❤️
Jack so concerned about Mac and putting on the kid gloves = everything I could have ever asked for and more.
Jack has such a big heart. Poor guy, the look on his face when he sees that the reporter is actually Sarah...
Paperclip sculptures: When I first started watching the show, I thought they were lame. Now I miss them so much. Does that mean I've gotten lamer or that they were always cool and I was always lame?
"Closest time I ever came to coming home in a box." Oof. This line hits different now, and not in a good way.
I just love how Jack is this big tough ex-Delta who is so open about his emotions, particularly with Mac. And the way Mac reassures him... Their bromance is top-tier.
"Oh, like when they invented fire!" Another zinger.
Mac grabbing that giant cigar right out of that dude's mouth 😂😂😂
Love some good fight-scene Mac whump! 👏👏👏 And bar fights are always a blast!
Riley with the car door - such a boss. "What? You told me to stay in the car, and I did."
I've seen some people say they don't like S1 Mac's hair. I kind of dig it, to be honest. He looks like he's 5, but I love it.
Mac has made a lot of DIY cutting torches in his time, but they never get less impressive.
Jack trusting Mac to save Sarah while he keeps watch is just *chef's kiss*!
These early episodes have so many MacGyverisms. One right after the other. It's awesome.
I've never been a big fan of the dark either, Mac.
The first scene with Mac and Sarah is so beautifully tense and whumpy (he way he scrabbles for purchase, gasps for breath, that hitch in his voice as he tries to squeak out Jack's name) that I had to rewind and watch it again.
The hopeful disbelief in her voice: "Jack Dalton came for me?"
Sarah can kick some serious ass. I can see why Jack likes her. Too bad she's about to lead him on the rest of the episode, while actually having a fiance...
Sarah: *leans out of car, shooting her weapon with deadly, terrifying precision* Riley: I agree, this woman should not have kids. 😂 Everything that comes out of Riley's mouth is gold.
Riley asleep in the back of the car while Mac sits quietly and Jack and Sarah have a sweet moment is like mom and dad with the kids in the backseat. Except mom has a fiance and hasn't told dad yet, even though she's had ample opportunity.
Because seriously, Sarah. It's not that hard to tell him the truth. Giving him those big eyes and flirting with him, thinking he has a chance is just cruel. I have never liked her character, and this is why.
Mac and Jack giggling about Jack's crush on Sarah like middle-school girls is life.
"You're just gonna have to let that go." Man, I love their relationship.
Gosh, the scene where they find Luis always hurts so badly. These early episodes did not play around.
"There isn't always time to beg some suit back home for permission to do what's right." I'm not a fan of Sarah, but I love this line. Also, this is pretty much the synopsis of the whole show.
Riley's hair used to be so LONG! 😍
The loyalty of these three! And I love the OG trio so much.
This sleazy guy in the computer place makes my skin crawl.
Love how Patti's like, "Mac will be back by then." Not Jack, not Riley. Just Mac. Can we say teacher's pet? I actually lowkey love this though.
"Who is this guy?" Much like Doctor Who's "It's bigger on the inside," I never get tired of people being equally amazed and confused at the stuff Mac can do.
I've never been the biggest car chase junkie, but Barrios jumping over the car using that log in the road is pretty dope.
Sarah's rage is chilling. And Jack talking her down breaks me every time.
Again, I love the loyalty of our team. Everyone sticks up for each other, ending with Mac's totally unbelievable but still somehow 100% genuine "It was me. I forced them." TOO good.
First mention of Oversight this early. Just thinking about who it is that doesn't like unsanctioned ops just makes me 😤 I wonder if the writers knew who OS was at this point or if it was a later development.
I do wish we could have gotten more conspiratorial, approving Patti. She's so much better than expressionless, bland Patti.
The way Sarah never told Jack about her fiance Jeff (who is in fact a cinnamon roll but still a discount Jack) pisses me off. "I tried to tell you." Yeah, right. It's not that hard to say, "Yo, I'm in a relationship."
Jack NEVER should have found out about Jeff the way he did. There's no excuse.
It's not okay, Jack. She did you wrong. You didn't deserve that. Stand up for yourself, man. Gosh, he's so broken here, and I hate it.
"At least we have each other... Don't look at me. I know how weird it sounded." THESE TWO I SWEAR 🤣🤣🤣
Poor Mac. I do love how we get his obsessive tendencies so early in the show, and how they keep coming back, even as late as season 5. As someone with clinically diagnosed OCD, this makes me feel seen and I love being able to relate to my favorite character.
Love the found family antics at the end. Riley and Bozer making dinner while Mac and Jack play basketball? Perfection.
Lol, Bozer calling Riley a "caramel goddess" has such Schmidt/Cece vibes from New Girl, and I dig it!
Ew. More sweat. I know some people find sweaty men attractive, but that is NOT my vibe. I prefer my men clean and freshly laundered.
The way Riley glances back over her shoulder at them as she walks away, as if to make sure they're really there, that this is actually real!!!
"That's not even... that's true, actually. That's sad." Jack 🤣 Also, "I'm hungry." Big mood.
As a Grandpa Harry stan from the OG show, I eat up any mention of him in the new one. I just wish we'd gotten more of that wonderful man in the reboot. Still, I'll take what I can get!
I'd honestly forgotten how much I enjoy this episode! So solid, full of bromance, found family, and lots of good-natured bickering. Can't wait to watch the next one, hopefully tomorrow! In the meantime, please keep fighting for our show! Together we can #savemacgyver!
If anyone wants to join me in my re-watching and tweeting adventure, please do! It's my way to take about an hour a day in my busy, busy life to commit to the #savemacgyver movement. (And to enjoy my favorite show yet again!) If you do tweet as you watch, make sure to tag EVERY tweet with ONLY #savemacgyver so we can keep that hashtag trending! :)
Thanks for letting me share my (numerous) thoughts on this episode. This was really fun, and I hope it's something you all enjoy, too. I'd love to know what you all think of the episode in the comments! ❤️
#macgyver#jack dalton#riley davis#wilt bozer#macgyver rewatch#my thoughts#episode review#save macgyver#we can still save our show#s1e2#metal saw#emcatreviews#spoilers
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help me breathe again - chapter 04
hmba masterlist
-third person pov-
-bold is english-
-'' are thoughts-
just before y/n could hit the call button, the call had already come through. hitting accept, she propped the phone up against the toaster in the kitchen.
-regular is y/n-
-italics are ellie-
"hey ellie."
"hey y/n, wait why are you crying? did something happen?"
"oh i'm just about to have a nervous breakdown. y'know, the works."
"y/n i'm not laughing. please tell me what's wrong before i get the whole gang together and we come and get you."
little did they know, three teenage boys were listening to their conversation.
"i'm sorry ellie. i'm on the verge of a panic attack because i got too comfortable here too quickly. and then i got scared when daichi grabbed my wrist because i thought he was going to hit me. then i broke down in front of him and cried on his chest for like 30 minutes."
"awe y/n. you could have called me sooner. you know i'm always up late, and even if i'm not awake i'll always answer your call."
"i know, i know. i'm sorry, please don't be mad," the tears started welling up again.
"hey. look at me. i'm not upset at all. i'm just worried. now, just tell me what you need help with, okay?"
wiping her tears, y/n started, "well i don't want daichi to hate me. i really want to make it up to him. and he has guests over and i wasted his time. so i was going to make dinner. but then i realized i don't know anything about him! i have no idea what he likes or if he's allergic to anything or if his guests are. and now i'm realizing how stupid this call is because i'm just a failure. i'm a mistake. mom and dad are right. they always are."
unknown to many, the three boys currently listening in were actually pretty good with english. they had taken a liking to it at an early age. so also unknown to the girl in the kitchen, they understood everything she was saying. and what she was saying, was breaking their hearts.
"y/n. you are not a failure. you are not a mistake. those horrible parents, if you can even call them that, are wrong. you mean so much to me and everyone else. one day, i'll make you see what everyone else sees. now let's help you make some dinner."
the boys decided enough was enough and retreated back to daichi's room. neither asahi nor suga noticed the tears silently streaming down his face.
about 30 minutes later, a quiet knock was heard. the trio had gone back to studying after overhearing the conversation between y/n and her friend. they didn't want to discuss anything until after kosuke was home.
asahi got up to open the door, followed by a squeak.
"oh my, i, uh, please tell me you're one of daichi's friends," y/n was already trembling at the large man.
"shit. daichi, come here. i think i'm scaring her," asahi said, retreating far enough away from her.
"hey, y/n. these are my friends. the one you just met you can call asahi and-"
"hi, i'm sugawara koushi, but you can call me koushi or suga. whichever's easier for you." suga said with a kind smile. y/n smiled back, but they could tell it was a bit forced.
"what did you need, y/n? are you hungry? i can make some dinner quick," with some waves of her hands, she stopped him.
"t-there's n-n-no need. i-i made s-some as an ap-pology for uh, crying on y-you earlier. please don't hate me." the friends didn't think their hearts could hurt more for this girl than they already did, but here they were.
"you didn't have to do that, y/n. i don't hate you. you didn't do anything wrong," daichi said immediately afterwards. he reached out and gently took her hands in his.
"thank you for dinner. let's go eat whatever delicious food you made, hmm?"
y/n nodded as the trio followed her to the kitchen. there on four plates sat fluffy pancakes, with butter on top, and dishes with syrup towards the side of the plates.
"wow, y/n. you made all of this?" suga spoke.
panic started rising in y/n again, this time with a vengeance.
'oh no. what if they don't like pancakes? what if they hate american food? what if they're allergic to something in there?'
"woah! pancakes! sweet!" suga ran over to the table. asahi followed close behind. y/n stayed behind, marveling at the two older boys scarfing down their pancakes like they were starved for three days.
she couldn't control the tears that started falling. daichi only smiled at her and led her towards the table.
"these are delicious y/n. thank you for dinner."
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i asked for prompts so this is for @she-loves-you
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when he comes stumbling in a whole 47 minutes late, patrick is ready to write the whole day off. he'd slept through his alarm, charlie had coughed up a hairball that he'd narrowly avoided stepping on right by his bed, he'd forgotten to restock his eggo stash the day before, and his train had been delayed by an agonisingly long 16 minutes, enough to make him wonder if it wouldn't be faster to leave the station and run to work instead.
so when he finally bursts through the door to the office, winded and flushed, he has long forgotten what day it is. he forgets until he's halfway to his desk, glossing over the smirking faces of his coworkers—because he knows he's gonna hear from tara later, he doesn't need to dignify their amusement—only to make unexpected eye contact with an unfamiliar set of eyes. his steps stutter.
[[MORE]]
from this distance pat can't tell if they're grey or green, but they're round and wide and they're staring right at him in alarm. the man they belong to is decidedly gawking.
pat belatedly runs a self-conscious hand through his ruffled hair.
and then he remembers what day it is. "fuck," he mutters under his breath, resuming his beeline towards his desk and dropping blessedly out of sight of the still-staring man when he collapses into his chair. the new hire. it's the new guy's first day today.
"fuck," pat repeats to himself, his parent's insistence on good first impressions ringing through his mind.
"and good morning to you too," simone says too cheerfully from beside him, making no effort to hide the way she's appraising his dishevelled appearance as he settles in, one eyebrow ticking upwards in a subtle demand for an explanation.
"what happened to you?"
not so subtle then.
"look, don't even start, it's been a shit show," pat hisses back. not daring to peek over the sea of desk partitions and monitors, he jerks his head in the general direction of what he assumes is the new guy's desk and cuts off any further questions. "is that him? the new guy?"
he can see the possible sarcastic responses taking shape in the way simone's mouth twitches, but he must look miserable enough that she decides to take pity on him.
"yeah, brian, uh, gilbert. you missed the introductions, though, he's gonna be part of our video production team."
"right. okay." pat scrubs a hand over his face, blinks hard, then hauls himself back onto his feet, ready to march over to introduce himself.
except the spot previously occupied by their new coworker is now empty. head swivelling around, he catches sight of tara's office door just shutting. letting out something between a groan and a sigh, pat drops back into his chair. "whatever, i'll talk to him later," he mumbles, eyes sliding shut to rest for a few precious seconds.
he can feel simone's stare on him.
"later," he pleads. "i'll tell you about my hellish morning later. i kinda just wanna work right now."
he doesn't open his eyes until he hears simone's relenting sigh and the squeak of her chair.
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turns out it's hard to focus on work when his brain has decided to fixate on the grey-green eyes that he'd seen for all of five seconds. it's slow going, but he manages for a bit. however, after an hour he decides he's had enough and heads for the kitchen, enticed by the smell of coffee. he determinedly does not look over to see if brian is back yet.
he enters the kitchen in time to hear jenna say, "—i don't think there's really any job outside of clown that requires juggling to be on your resume, though."
she's stirring something into her tea and watching the new guy, brian, juggle what looks like a trio of mandarins.
as pat watches, a grin spreads across brian's face and a lock of hair falls across his forehead. he futilely tries to shake it away even as his attention remains riveted on the flying fruit. "you don't know that. what about magicians? i'm pretty sure i've seen a magician juggle."
pat realises that he's spent one second too many staring from the doorway when his eyes reluctantly wander from brian and he notices jenna already looking at him. shaking himself from his impromptu reverie, pat steps the rest of the way into the kitchen.
"this is blatant non-juggling clown erasure and i will not stand for it."
at the same time that jenna snorts and dryly replies, "right, gotta stand up for your people," brian wheels around to find the source of the new voice and promptly drops one of the mandarins in his distraction, barely catching the other two.
pat's stomach swoops when they lock eyes and his mind immediately scraps the half-formed comeback on the tip of his tongue, leaving him with the singular thought of ah shit playing on repeat.
"oh. oh, you—you're—oh wow." brian's already round eyes have gone wide again in recognition and something suspiciously like awe, and suddenly patrick can't think of a single damn thing to say or remember what he's supposed to be doing with his hands.
he shoves them into his pockets.
juggling show over, jenna brushes past him on her way out and gives them both odd looks as she goes. "play nice and don't scare him off, patrick," she says over her shoulder.
"no guarantees," he mumbles after her.
when he returns his attention to the other man, he notes that he's recovered enough to have retrieved his fallen piece of fruit, fiddling with it between glances up at pat. now that he's closer, he can see that the guy is young, at least five years younger than pat, probably.
he lifts a hand to scratch self-consciously at the white patch in his beard.
"so... you're brian?"
nodding quickly, brian latches onto the opening and steps forward to stick out his non-mandarin-holding hand. "yep! that's me. brian. david gilbert. brian david gilbert."
shaking brian's hand and not thinking about the gentle warmth of it compared to the clamminess of his own, pat nods. "went the three-name route, huh?"
the grin from earlier returns. "gotta differentiate myself, y'know? there are too many brian gilberts out there already. you might wanna consider it, can't imagine that patrick gill is too rare a name."
fighting off his surprise, because of course brian had already known his name, he probably knows all of the video team's names, pat shrugs. "i dunno, don't think it would suit me," he admits as he drops brian's hand.
"no, come on, i bet it would be fine! what's your middle name?" brian insists.
he must have an absence seizure, or maybe he falls victim to a brief demonic possession, or something, because in an out-of-body moment, he feels himself wink and hears himself drawl, "at least buy me dinner first, that information isn't free."
a flush rises up brian's neck and he laughs, high and nervous. pat takes the moment to revel in his own mortification.
"...anyway. coffee?" he tries after a beat.
brian looks at him, disbelieving, until pat nods towards the coffee maker that's finally sputtering to a stop.
"oh! that's what—y-yeah, cool. coffee."
silence settles over them as they go about preparing their cups of coffee. the room is quiet except for the clinking of spoons and the flipping of creamer bottle lids, until brian speaks up:
"i know i'm late to the party but i really liked your really good toad."
glancing up from where he'd been focusing resolutely on the swirling browns of his coffee, pat catches the embarrassed regret that flashes across brian's face that screams of wanting to kick himself. that, combined with the compliment, makes pat smile.
his stomach swoops again when brian tentatively returns the smile.
"thanks, man. i, uh, i saw that that whole mess made it into your resume. you liked it that much?"
brian's mouth works soundlessly for a second before he recovers enough to force out a slightly strangled, "you watched that?"
"mhm. watched some of your videos, too," pat adds, leaning his hip against a counter and offering the younger man a crooked grin. "going off that, i think you're gonna fit in great."
colour floods brian's face as it goes through an intricate series of expressions before it settles on 'elated pride' and takes the shape of a blindingly bright smile.
god, it makes his chest ache to look at it.
before brian can speak again, pat pushes off the counter and takes his caffeinated prize with him as he makes to head back. "look, i was already late coming in today, and tara is gonna have my ass if i don't get some stuff done today, so... i'll talk to you later."
the weird nerves that have been dancing just under his skin since he entered the kitchen get the better of him at last and pitch his voice up, making it sound less like a statement and more like a question.
a question that brian answers with an eager nod of his head that pat should not find as charming and reassuring as he does.
just as he's turning away, he hears a soft, "bye, pat gill."
to keep his voice from betraying him again, pat kind of... flees back to his desk. he throws back a couple of scalding gulps to centre himself when he gets there and tries to focus on the excel spreadsheet in front of him.
"what's with the smile? coffee that good?"
simone's voice snaps him away from his attempt at work. it also alerts him to the fact that he is smiling, which he quickly corrects.
"no, i'm not," he shoots back, then cringes.
"that doesn't—what? patrick, what the fuck?"
"i'm... i'm just out of it, don't worry about it. no more smiling," pat promises solemnly.
simone graces him with a raised eyebrow.
glancing away so that he doesn't walk into a staredown, pat grabs for his coffee and takes a casual sip, only to find himself staring right at brian as he meanders back to his desk. he must sense pat's stare because he stops, still standing even though pat is pretty sure he's already at his desk, and looks right back at him.
brian smiles and waves, and the fondness that's already taken root in pat blooms just a bit more. against his better judgement, he feels himself smile back, but when pat catches his hand lifting to wave back, he quickly redirects, dropping his eyes back to his screen and running his hand through his hair instead. he does not blush.
he's pretty sure that brian watches the entire thing.
but when he glances up over the rims of his glasses, brian is out of sight and pat hates the flicker of disappointment that accompanies that realisation.
"huh."
pat's hair whips him lightly in the face as he snaps his head towards simone. her eyes shift from him towards where brian had been standing and back again.
"huh," she says again, and a broad smirk starts to form on her face.
"shut up," pat mutters, determined to not give her anything more incriminating. he ignores simone's stare boring holes into the side of his face as he pretends to work and clicks on the new notification from slack when it pops up.
brian david gilbert: hey pat gill
brian david gilbert: :)
pat glances at simone out of the corner of his eye to check she isn't watching anymore before he replies.
patrick gill: hey :^)
the response is near instantaneous.
brian david gilbert: ...nvm
brian david gilbert: >:(
pat has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from barking out a laugh.
patrick gill: :^(
across the room, pat hears something that sounds like muffled laughter. casually, he hides a smile behind his hand.
#patbrian#i asked for prompts and it took me a while but i did something#i dont know if this is quite what you had in mind but!! here!#oculusttext#oh good lord i thought i lost all my progress from last night for a minute
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BFDI Fairytale: Flowerlocks and the Three Finalists
Warning: This is a crackfic, so be prepared for characters acting OOC. I’m not trying to bash anyone, but crackfics just be like this, you know. Also, warning that there’s mentions of death and knives here, though there’s no actual gore. Also, there’s dead memes, so be warned.
Also here’s the Wattpad link to it if you prefer reading it on Wattpad for some reason:
Anyways, here’s the story:
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Flowerlocks and the Three Finalists
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Flowerlocks, who was taking a stroll through the woods. Now, this story takes place during BFDI, back when Flower was still more of a thot than Pencil and Match.
"Wait, what was that?" Flowerlocks asked angrily, glaring at the narrator.
Nothing. Also, you shouldn't be able to hear me.
"Uh, fine, whatever..." Flower said, continuing on her way.
Anyways, Flowerlocks soon stumbled upon a cottage in the middle of the woods. Being the thot she was, she decided that her next course of action should be breaking and entering. (Don't try this at home, kids!) However, she didn't really need to break anything, since the door was unlocked, so it was more like... just entering. (Seriously, you need to lock all your doors when you leave the house, or else a Flower could end up invading your house! And you wouldn't want that to happen, now do you?)
The first thing that greeted Flowerlocks as soon as she opened the door were three bowls of food lying on a table. Flowerlocks, who had been disappointed that she didn't have to break anything to get in, decided that this was the perfect opportunity to make up for that. So she tried to eat their food.
The first bowl of food had spicy Despacito Doritos in them. Flower recognized them from a commercial where Firey Underwear sponsored them. She decided to try them.
"Ugh!" Flower yelled. "This is too spicy and flavorful! My taste buds can't handle all the memes!"
After her tongue had calmed down from the spiciness, she decided to move on to the next bowl. Inside it were leaves. (Yes, Leafy is a cannibal. How else do you think she stays eternally young?) Flower took a bite, despite the ominous aura radiating from the leaves.
If the Despacito Doritos were too flavorful, then the leaves were too flavorless. They tasted like emptiness, the void, and the destruction of the universe. (No, it's not because Leafy sucked all the life out of them. It's because that's what spinach actually tastes like irl.)
Anyways, after Flower finally stopped feeling empty because of the spinach, she moved on to the next bowl. It had Yoylecake on it. She tried a bite.
"This is delicious!" Flower said, "It's not too flavorful, nor is it too flavorless! It's just right!" And then she ate the whole Yoylecake because this takes place before Ruby taught her how to be not mean. She also turned metal because Yoylecake, but she didn't really care.
Now, the author doesn't like how both the chairs and the beds were too hard/soft in the original fairytale, so she decided to replace the chairs with something else. Instead of finding chairs, Flowerlocks found a closet with three outfits.
"Wait, hold on!" Flower protested. "Objects don't wear clothes! Well, with the exception of my Non Slip Shoes So Ha! (™), of course!"
Uh, well, this is a human AU.
"Oh ok," the now human Flower said, "But wait! Why would I try on their clothes if I'm already wearing clothes?"
Because, um, because you're a thot.
"Hey!" Flowerlocks shouted indignantly.
Just try the clothes on, please.
"Ugh, fine..." Flower said with a slight humph sound.
She tried on the first outfit. It was bright orange and yellow. When she saw herself wearing it in the mirror, she gagged.
"Why is this so bright? This is a fashion faux pas! This orange makes me look like a prison inmate!" She yelled, revolted. She hurriedly ran back into the closet to try on the second outfit.
She came back out wearing all black. She looked at the mirror in distaste.
"Ugh, I look like an emo teenager. This outfit is so dull and dark," Flower complained. "Why is this outfit so edgy? I'm going to change again." She went back into the closet for the third outfit.
This time, she emerged wearing a light blue dress. As she went to look in the mirror, she suddenly gasped and did a quick twirl in it.
"Not too bright, but not too dull," Flower said in satisfaction. "It's just right!"
Still wearing the borrowed outfit, she went upstairs. And as a testament to how much of a thot she was in BFDI, she decided to sleep in one of the homeowners' beds.
When she reached the second story, Flowerlocks saw three bedrooms. She went in the first one. It didn't really have a bed. It just had a fireproof metal box in the center. But Flower doesn't really have that much common sense, so she tried to sleep on it anyway.
"Ow!" Flowerlocks said, "this bed is too hard!"
That's because it's not really a bed...
"Oh shut up, narrator!" Flower yelled rather rudely.
Ok geez, fine! Anyway, Flower went into the next room. The room looked very emo, to which Flower scoffed. However, she just wanted to sleep, so she lay down on the coffin shaped bed in the middle of the room. However, as soon as she did, the mattress seemed to collapse under her, causing her to sink into it.
"Oh no!" Flowerlocks yelled, struggling to get out of the mattress before it threatened to pull her into the depths of the underworld. When she finally broke free, she looked at the bed in horror. "Now I know why it's shaped like a coffin," she muttered, "It's too soft, and not in the good way."
Flowerlocks went over to the third room. To her relief, it actually had a real bed and didn't look emo. She went over to the bed and lay in it.
"Nice," Flower sighed, "Not too hard, not too soft, just right..." And with that, she fell asleep.
Meanwhile, little did she know that the owners of the house had just arrived.
"Oh noio!" Bubble exclaimed, looking at the open front door. "Soimeone broike ointo our hoiuse!" (Translation: Oh no! Someone broke into our house!)
"Well, not really, since we didn't even lock the door," Leafy interjected.
"That doesn't matter, Leafy!" Firey said, annoyed, " Someone's in our house." He cautiously stepped inside, with the two other finalists following behind him. Suddenly, he gasped in horror.
"Somebody ate one of my Despacito Doritos!" Firey cried out in anguish. He ran towards his bowl of Doritos, holding it close to his chest. "How could someone do this to my baby!"
Suddenly, there was another gasp. A dark aura started coming from Leafy as she held her bowl of leaves. "Someone's been eating my leaves too."
"Woit, hoild oin! Whoiy are you oiting yoir oiwn koind?" Bubble asked, suddenly. (Translation: Wait, hold on! Why are you eating your own kind?)
Before Leafy could answer, Firey said, "Because she's weird."
"Oh no, Senpai thinks I'm weird," Leafy, who just so happened to be a yandere for Firey, muttered sadly.
Suddenly there was another gasp. "Oh noio! Soimeoine's boin oiting my Yoylecake and they oit it all up!" Bubble said, very sadly. (Translation: Oh no! Someone's been eating my Yoylecake and they ate it all up!)
After the three of them finished mourning their food, they went over to the closet. Also, the author was tired of having to write Bubble's accent, so she used her storytelling powers to make Bubble have a normal accent.
"Someone's been wearing my outfit!" Firey gasped.
One again, a dark aura surrounded Leafy as she said, "Someone's been wearing my outfit too."
"Leafy, why are you so emo? I thought this story took place during BFDI, not BFDIA/IDFB!" Firey asked curiously.
"Because I'm the author's knifu waifu," Leafy replies.
Suddenly, there was a wail and the two turned around to see Bubble. "Someone's been wearing my outfit and they're still wearing it!" Bubble cried.
Firey sighed. "Look, we've all had a rough day. Let's just go to bed." With that, the trio headed upstairs, where, unbeknownst to them, Flowerlocks was still sleeping.
"Wait," Firey said, feeling very annoyed. "Someone's been sleeping in my bed!"
"Um, Firey...?" Bubble asked, looking over at his "bed". "Are you sure that's a bed?"
Firey sighed. "It's the only fireproof bed I can find. Beggars can't be choosers, after all. Besides, I've gotten used to it..."
"Firey! Bubble! Come here!" Leafy suddenly yelled from the next room. The two of them arrived just in time to see Leafy clenching one of her knives.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed," Leafy growled, as a shadow covered her eyes.
Terrified, Bubble made a little squeak and ran out of the room, leaving Firey to deal with Leafy. He nervously put his hands up defensively and said, "Leafy, please, put that knife down."
Leafy paused, looking from the knife in her hands, then to Firey, and then back to the knife. Finally, she put the knife back in her knife rack. "Okay," she said solemnly.
"Leafy! Firey!" Bubble's voice called out. Firey and Leafy both ran to Bubble's room.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and they're still in it!"
As Bubble cried, both Firey and Leafy set their gazed upon Flowerlocks, the intruder. Firey was planning on burning her and Leafy was planning on stabbing her. Just then, Flowerlocks started to wake up.
"Wha- Huh?" As Flowerlocks lazily blinked her eyes open, she took in the site of Bubble crying, along with the sight of Firey and Leafy glaring at her, their eyes twitching. "Oh crap," was all she could say before she bounced up and jumped out the window. She was still metal from the Yoylecake, so she didn't die. And she started running far far away from the cottage, having learned her lesson about being an unwanted guest.
She also still had Bubble's dress but don't worry, Leafy bought Bubble a new dress with all the money she made as an assassin- I mean what?
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
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Idk if requests are open, so if they're not, you can ignore this until later. Anyway, how would RFA + Minor trio react to a female MC who really loves to lay on their chest and listen to their heart? It's kinda weird lol Thanks if you do this! I love your HC's by the way! ♡
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RFA + Minor Trio w/ a female MC who loves to lay on their chest and listen to their heart
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★ Yoosung ★
The first time you laid on his chest and put your ear up on his heart, Yoosung was b l u s h i n g. And he was really glad you couldn’t see it.
It really surprised him, but it felt nice,
And he felt like a man!
It was like you were putting all your trust in him, and he needed to protect you and keep you safe. He really liked it.
He wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair. He loved it when you nestled your head against his chest.
It become a regular thing where you’d just lay on his chest, and he noticed that you always made the effort to make sure your ear was directly over his heart.
Either way, it made him feel good, but he couldn’t help but be curious as to why you always did it.
“MC?” You hummed in response. “Why do you always rest your head on my heart?”
A small smile graced your features, and you squeezed your arms around him tightly. “It comforts me in someway. The steady drumming of your heart lets me know that you’re here, and that you will always keep me safe.”
Oh, he definitely feels good now. Your superman Yoosung!
♪ Zen ♪
He was lounging on the couch reading over his script, silently humming some of the songs.
He jumped slightly when you came out of nowhere and plopped on top of him; what surprised him the most was how you lifted up his gray shirt and delve your head underneath it and laid it right over his heart, your ear snug against it.
He chuckled lightly and patted your head beneath his shirt. “Jagi? Just what are you doing?”
“I’m listening to your heart. You’re so warm, Zen.” Okay, he definitely has a boner.
And you can feel it.
Zen smiles softly, resting back against the arm of the couch. He keeps a hand just on your head so he can stroke it tenderly, and the other hand on the small of your back.
“You’re such a cutie~” he says. Oh, how he loves you. He can only imagine the blush on your cheeks. It could only be the same as the one on his!
Zen loves that whenever you come to cuddle you lay on his chest and listen to his heart. He asked you one day why you loved this position so much and you responded that it was soothing, and made you feel safe.
He is your knight in shining armor after all. If this is what it takes to keep you safe, he’ll do it. And again, it isn’t as if he’s complaining.
Zen likes to know that you are putting yourself in his hands and entrusting your safety with him. And in such a cute way too!~ (´∀｀•)
❀ Jaehee ❀
It was definitely not something she was expecting the first time you did it.
You guys had never cuddled before, and you had asked if you guys could which of course, she was not against. But she was expecting you guys to be resting on your sides, or that she was going to be a big spoon or something.
She was not expecting for you to just suddenly rest between her legs and lay on top of her chest, your head just on her heart.
Her boobs were practically pushed up and resting on top of your head!
She was a crazy, stuttering mess and her face was a bright red.
“M-MC, what are you doing?”
“I’m resting on your chest. Are you uncomfortable?” you ask frowning, concern clear in your eyes.
Jaehee quickly shakes her head and pushes your head back down so it’s against her chest and you once again have an earful of her heart. “No, it’s fine. It just surprised me. That’s all.”
“I love to listen to your heart, Jaehee,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Your heart has a steady beat. Sure, it quickened a little when I plopped on top of you, but it soon went back to it’s normal pace, and I really like it.”
Jaehee grins and pats your head a little, her body becoming less tense as she relaxes once again on the bed. You two stay like that for a while, neither one of you wanting to move. And you guys definitely continue to cuddle like this in the future. Jaehee willingly gives you her heart in more ways that one.
☂ Jumin ☂
Jumin never loved you as much as he did now.
It was much of a shock to him, and definitely something he was not used to since affection was never something he was ever shown, but it felt wonderful, and it felt so right.
There are many ways you two can complete a puzzle with your bodies, but this was just the best way, the most perfect piece.
He can be sprawled on the bed, the couch, or even lounging a bit in his work chair and you’ll just come in and rest upon his chest, your head just over his heart.
Sometimes, you’ll stick your head underneath his shirt so you can rest upon his bare skin. Though the tickle of your hair on his nipple can make it hard for him to control himself, he just feels the more closer to you.
One time you even fell asleep on top of him, the steady pace of his heart just lulling you into a deep sleep.
☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺
You guys switch off on whos chest you’ll lay on. Because Seven loves you so much though and he knows it’s just your absolute favorite, he lets you be the one to lay on him most the time.
“Honey?” he coos from the couch, honey buddha chip bags surrounding him. Saeran sits in a recliner across the room, Vanderwood is busy dusting a shelf, the tv is turned on for movie night, todays film: While You Were Sleeping. “Come lay on me~”
You grin and squeak, running over to your boyfriend and jumping on top of him, causing an eruptor of laughter from him as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down to him.
The position is natural to the both of you. You ear just goes right to his heart, and you sigh as you listen to the fast beat heart rate.
“Weirdos,” Saeran mumbles, turning his attention back towards the TV.
“Tell me, honey, what’s your favorite part about my heart?”
“I’ve told you so many times!”
Seven giggles, tickling your side a little which causes you to lose your position a bit, but you find your way back to his heart soon enough. “I know~ but I love to hear it so much. If you tell me I’ll give you a kiss.”
You scoff a little, nestling your head into his chest. “Hmm, alright. I love how big it is. How much love and adoration is in it. I love it’s fast beat – even when relaxed, your heart is moving at a rapid speed.”
“Ok! You can have your kiss now,” Seven says, moving you up a little so he can tilt your head and place his lips on yours.
While you kiss, your hand rests on his heart so you can still somewhat feel it’s heart beat.
“You guys always ruin movie night!” Saeran snaps. “I can’t even hear what they’re saying over the slobbering noises you guys make!”
(¬▂¬)
❆ V ❆
“Darling? Would you like to come lay on top of me?”
V can always tell when you are upset, and V always knows what the best remedy is.
Words of comfort, and your most favorite thing in the world; the beat of his heart.
You smile softly, wiping a bit of your tears before moving over to V who lays on top of the soft covers of the bed. Careful not to hurt him, you rest yourself between his legs and lay on his chest, your ear just above his heart.
You let out a content sigh, already feeling much better and much more relaxed.
“Are you calming down, darling? Is this nice?” You hum a response, tightening your arms around him. “Good, just listen to my heart.”
V is always more than happy to let you lay on his chest and listen to his heart. He prefers other forms of cuddling, but you on top of him is still nice. What makes it better for him is knowing just how much you like it, and knowing just how much safer you feel getting to lay on his chest.
☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻
Saeran was like a big cuddle bug to you, if only he wasn’t. Though when you look at him, you see someone who is warm, soft, cuddly, he really hates to be touched.
You would never want to make him uncomfortable, never. He’s been through so much.
But you cannot deny just how much you want to cuddle with him, more importantly, just lay on his chest and listen to his heart.
You want to hear the steady drumming of his heart up close to your ear. You want to feel the warmth radiate off his chest. You want to feel his arms wrap around you in an embrace.
The most affection you two share together is innocent hand holding and quick kisses.
Would Saeran be comfortable with cuddling with you? Would it be something that he’d enjoy yes? Will he let you rest on his chest and listen to his heart? The only thing you could do was ask.
Saeran trusts you, and you trust him. Saeran is honest with you, and you are honest with him.
“Saeran?” Sitting on the couch, he looks up at you and hums a small response, a small tint of a blush on his pale cheeks. “Can… can I rest on your chest?”
“W-what?”
“I-it’s ok if you don’t want me to. I understand, and I respect your boundaries completely,” you say with a smile and a comforting voice.
Saeran thinks about it for a moment. He didn’t expect you to ask for something like that, but it’s not like he’s a complete stranger to activities in a relationship. This may be his first one, but he knows that cuddling is usually something two people do when they’re in a relationship.
Saeran is well aware that cuddling is something you guys have never done before, mainly because, like you expected, it wasn’t really something he was that comfortable with. He is so used to being hurt and betrayed that he doesn’t really know what to do when someone shows him affection. It took a long time for him to see that you had genuine love for him, and that you would never betray him. And that you would never force him to do anything he was uncomfortable with.
But he could see it in your eyes that it was something you wanted, and something he was hoping he’d say yes to.
“Yes, i-if you want, just… come here.” The smile that graced your features was enough conformation for him that saying yes was a good choice.
You carefully go on top of him, your body between his legs, and your ear on his chest. He looked down, and he could see your eyes were closed a smile on your face. Your arms wrapped around him, and he vigilantly wrapped his arms around you.
You two stayed there in silence for awhile, just enjoying the warmth that radiated off of your bodies onto each other. Saeran… really liked it. He felt… safe. This was definitely something he’d want to make a regular occasion. Looking down at you a few times, he noticed that your ear was just upon his heart, and you seemed so at peace.
“MC. Are you listening to my heart?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
You hum a little, nestling against him. “It makes me feel happy. It’s calming. It reminds me that you’re here, alive, and that you’re safe with me. And it reminds that you’ll always be here for me. That we’ll be here for each other.”
Saeran is a little taken aback at first, but he relaxes, and smiles softly, bending down just enough that he can kiss the top of your head. “Please… feel free to always listen to my heart then.”
✌ Vanderwood ✌
Vanderwood had fallen asleep on the couch again after a long day of monitoring Seven and cleaning up his house.
Cuddling was something you guys rarely ever did. Like Saeran, you guys only show small forms of affection like a few kisses and maybe an arm around your shoulder.
Asleep, he looks so peaceful, his long hair askew and his chest moving up and down. He doesn’t even snore.
Careful not to wake him, you find a way to maneuver yourself between his legs; it wasn’t too hard since one was off the side of the couch, and the other was bent due to his foot being stuck between two cushions.
Slowly, you lower yourself down onto his chest, again being careful not to disturb his sleep. You smile, happily, as you rest your head on his bicep, your ear just at his heart.
The beat of his heart is so soothing, so relaxing, and so comforting. You feel so safe and warm. Happy.
“MC?”
You jump a little at Vanderwood’s voice, slightly scratchy since he woke up. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get off-”
“No.” He stops you, his hand gently pushing your head back down to his chest, and one arm wrapping around your smaller form. He tenderly squeezes you, holding you close as if he was afraid you’d somehow slip through his fingers. “Don’t go.”
Resting on his chest becomes a regular thing. He knows you like it, and even he will admit to finding it endearing and rather nice; it’s a great way for you guys to feel close. And he likes knowing that just a simple gesture as that makes you feel safe.
He may try to pass if off as if he doesn’t really care for it, and he’s only doing it to please you, but you know deep down that he really loves it, which makes being able to lay on his chest and listen to his heart the better.
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Sorry 'bout adding another request to your list, but what about the RFA + minor trip and a MC who's overly-food-sensitive during her time of the month? Like, she sees they're out of hot cocoa or sausage rolls and totally starts to sob because she says, and I quote,"I just wanted one more,"?
I. Relate.
RFA + Minor Trio w/an MC overly-food-sensitive during her time of the month
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★ Yoosung ★
Yoosung immediately threw his headphones and shut out of LOLOL when you came into his room, tear streaks down your face and your eyes swollen.
“Baby? Cutie? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I do something?”
You shook your head before running into his embrace and sobbing into his chest.
Smol cinnamon bun is confused.
“MC? Please tell me what’s wrong.”
“I… I just wanted one more.”
Yoosung crooked a brow and maneuvered you against him so he could tilt your head back and look into your eyes properly.
“One more what?”
“One more piece of cheese. We are all out of cheese, Yoosung, all out of cheese!”
Confusion. You’re crying over… cheese?
He laughed awkwardly, moving you to sit in his spinny chair and pushing the hair out of your face. “W-well, that’s ok. I’ll go get us some cheese! You just sit here and play games if you want.” He puts his coat on and is just about to go out the door but stops, turning to face you and ask, “Do you by any chance need… um… tampons?”
“You’ll get me some of those too?”
Yoosung chuckles, giving you a thumbs up and going out the door. “Superman Yoosung will do anything to save his lady in distress!”
♪ Zen ♪
He was just cleaning up his face when suddenly the bathroom door opened, you walking in with your head down.
He was about to make a joke about you being impatient but you suddenly looked up, revealing your pale face and red eyes.
Protective boyfriend activated.
“Princess, what’s wrong? Come here,” he cooed pulling you to his chest and letting you cry into his shirt.
Zen with his arms wrapped around you protectively lead you out of the bathroom and brought you to the living room. He sat you down on the couch then knelt before you, one hand resting on your thigh and the other cupping your cheek. He swiped a tear away and gave you a tender smile.
“Zen,” you sniffled. “We are out of chicken.”
His caresses stopped and he gave you a confused look. “I’m sorry?”
“Chicken, Zen! We are out of chicken!” you shouted before bursting back into tears, pulling your legs up to your chest and collapsing back down on the couch.
He was really confused for a moment, but then it suddenly clicked.
“MC? Don’t take this the wrong way, but… are you on your period by any chance?” With your head still covered by your hands, and your body plopped on the couch, you nodded, letting out another sniffle. Zen chuckled, rising once he kissed your head.
Zen would be your prince, your knight in shinning armor, and he would get you chicken, chocolates, and anything else you may need.
❀ Jaehee ❀
I mean, she probably relates.
It was time for her third cup of coffee; Jaehee just settled down her work and was stretching out the chair, tiredly walking to the kitchen,
But she stopped in her tracks when she saw you staring aimlessly into the fridge with tears running down your face.
She rushed to your side, closing the fridge and pulling you into her arms.
“MC? Are you ok? Do you need to sit down for a moment.”
“Jaehee…”
You sounded so defeated. Jaehee’s concern was growing by the minute.
Did someone hurt you? Did something happen? Did she do something? So many possibilities were spinning in her head as she tried to figure out what could have happened to make you cry. She hates to see you cry.
It’s heartbreaking.
She sat you down at the kitchen table and proceeded to rub your back, speaking softly to you ask she asked once again what was wrong.
“I was so looking forward to it,” you started, hiccuping a little as you cried. “I just wanted… one more. But no, I can’t even have that.”
“One more what, darling?”
“One more slice of pizza.”
Jaehee was baffled. She stopped stroking your back and pulled back a little, her brow crossing together and her lips parting slightly. “I’m sorry? You’re crying over a slice of pizza?”
“Yes! Pizza is the only thing that will take this pain away.”
“What pain?”
“My cramps!” Now Jaehee knew what was happening. You were on your period. She laughed a little, slightly exasperated. She told you she would order you and her a pizza once she was finished with her work. For now, she had you lay on the couch and watch one of Zen’s musicals with a blanket around you and a heating pad.
☂ Jumin ☂
Jumin dropped everything, including his cup of tea all over his important paperwork when you came into his office distraught and in tears.
He was quick to your side, pulling you to him and in his warm embrace. “Shh. Shh, sweetheart. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Crying will not do you any good.”
He pulled back and wiped at your tears, then cupping your face in his large hands and giving you a gentle smile.
“Are you in any pain?”
“I just wanted one more, Jumin.”
You took Jumin’s hand and lead him to the kitchen solemnly. On the counter was an empty box of crackers. He looked at you confused as you handed him the empty box.
A single tear slipped down your face as you pitifully said, “Just one more cracker, Jumin. They’re so good. So tasty… but they’re all gone.”
“You’re kidding right?”
Jumin is not the most sympathetic in this situation; he thinks this is pretty ridiculous and stupid.
But either way, you are crying, and he will not allow this.
He has every box of crackers at the closest supermarket purchased and brought to the penthouse. The amount bought could feed a whole country!
When your period is over, you apologize for the breakdown you had over the crackers and explain that you have always been overly-food-sensitive during the time of your month.
Jumin just laughed and kissed you. You are so different from everyone he has ever met. He really loves you, especially now learning another of your weird, yet fascinating quirks.
☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺
Naruto’s it to where you are. Defender of Justice can not let his 606 cry! And when he sees you in your shared bedroom through the cctv cameras crying, he’s running to you to save the day.
Jumps on the bed next to you, the bounce on the bed enough to bounce you up in the air, but fall back down into Seven’s embrace.
Shushing you softly, he tucks your head underneath his chin and hums softly.
“Ah, ah! Please don’t cry! It’s break my poor heart! What can I do to stop these tears?”
“Seven? Did you eat the last of the ice cream?”
The red head shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure Saeran did.”
“O-oh. Well then that’s ok. He deserves it more.”
“Did you really want some ice cream?” Seven asks. You nod shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
Seven lets out a loud laugh before flipping you onto your back causing you to squeak, but suddenly go into a fit of laughter as he pushes up your shirt and starts blowing numerous raspberries into your stomach.
It’s not until he starts to kiss your stomach, his lips slowly going down to the waistline of your pants that you start to push him away. “N-no, Seven! You can’t go there… right now…”
He lets out a laugh, leaning up to kiss your lips then nose before grinning. “Oh, honey, please, I know you’re menstruating. Why else would you be crying over ice cream?” A deep blush crosses your face, causing Seven to let out another hardy laugh as he pinches your cheeks. “Come on, let’s go get some ice cream! And Saeran will come with us! And then we can go to the supermarket and stock up on some ice cream to have even more tonight. That sounds fun, doesn’t it? Defender of Justice 707 can fix anything!”
❆ V ❆
A huge, bright pink line goes straight down across the latest painting he was working on when he hears the sudden, pained sob.
He drops his palette and hastily follows the sound of your crying until he finds you at the kitchen table with your head hidden between your arms.
Slowly, he sits besides. He does not touch you right away; he doesn’t want to startle or upset you. He whispers your name softly until you look up from your arms.
“My shining star? What’s made you cry this hard? Can I please help you?”
You let out a breathless laugh, wiping at your face. “Yes, but you don’t need to help me.”
“Of course I do,” he says with a grin. “You’re my darling wife, and I’ll do anything for you.”
“So… you’ll get me some more carrots?”
“C-carrots? Is that what you were upset about.”
Shyly, you hid your face, but turned back towards V to playfully swat his shoulder as he laughs. “As you wish, darling. Is there anything else that you need?”
You hide your face again as you mumble that chocolates would be nice…. As well as some pads.
☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻
He was on the computer, lounging on the couch when he suddenly heard your soft crying coming from the kitchen.
Concerned, he put the computer down and hurried to the kitchen.
He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, gasping a little at you on the ground, clutching something to your chest as you cried.
Poor boy is confuSION.
You were fine a hour ago. In fact, you were rather chippy that he found it a little odd. You’re normally a happy person, but not like that.
And now you’re on the ground crying?
And what are you holding?
“Eh? MC? What’s wrong?”
You slowly looked up to him revealing your tearstained face. Saeran can never bare to see your face streaked with tears. It makes him sad. He got down on his knees and gently wiped some of the tears off your face.
He then looked down to see what you were holding to your chest, but was shocked to see that it was only an empty cookie box.
“Why are you holding an empty box?”
“I just wanted one more, Saeran. One more.”
“What?”
“Cookie! I wanted one more cookie! That was all I wanted but there are none left,” you wail before breaking back out into sobs.
b r u H
Saeran rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Obviously, he wasn’t gonna let you just sit on the floor and cry, but he was a little confused as to why an empty box of cookies caused such a reaction from you.
“Come on, quit crying, we’ll go to the store and get some more.” At that, you were suddenly happy once again, wiping your own tears and letting Saeran drag you to the car.
As he drove to the store, he kept thinking about your mood changes, and he was still just so confused as to why you were crying over cookies. You rarely ever cry unless it’s something dire or you’re hurt. But today you were crying over cookies.
But then it popped in his head.
“You’re fucking bleeding again aren’t you?” You nodded timmedly, a faint blush on your face. “Ah, fuck.”
✌ Vanderwood ✌
The last thing he wanted to come home to is the cries of his girlfriend. He puts his stuff down and follows the sounds of your cries.
He’s really confused when he finds you standing in front of the fridge, wiping at your face furiously.
“I just wanted one more, one more,” you kept saying.
“MC? What is this?” Vanderwood asks, slowly approaching you.
He looks in the fridge – nothing looks out of place or wrong. So why are you crying? And why are you crying this hard for god sakes.
“Oi, that’s enough crying, hey,” Vanderwood says trying to take a softer tone. “Can you tell me whats wrong?”
“I wanted one more, Vanderwood,” you say softly, looking up into his amber eyes.
Vanderwood lets out a sigh. “One more of what, MC, I need you to be a little more specific, hun.”
“One more chicken nugget. But we are all out!” you say, a few more tears slipping down your face.
double b r U H
“Oh, come on, MC, this is ridiculous.”
Has even less sympathy then Jumin. But again, he cannot bare to see you cry so he will fix this.
He sets you up on the couch with a blanket covering you and a cup of tea, and he promises to go to the store and get more chicken nuggets for you.
Truth be told, Vanderwood is really confused as to why chicken nuggets set you into a crying fit. You are not one to cry unless it’s something really serious, so what is up with you crying over blasted chicken nuggets?
Everything becomes clear to him when he sees the bed sheets in the washing pile and blood on them. Though he’s a little frustrated with the outburst over chicken nuggets, he understands to some extent that a woman’s period is painful, and during a woman’s cycle, their emotions can be pretty high.
He definitely plans to start monitoring your period.
He sucks in his pride and babies you for the day. Vanderwood has always been gentle with you, or more gentle with you than anyone else. But now knowing how sensitive you are, he works to be extra tender by willingly giving you messages to your stomach and bringing you all the tylenol you may need.
He also feeds you the chicken nuggets he buys! And he actually enjoys it. Just the smile on your face as he brings the piece of chicken to your lips is enough to make him realize he’d get you the moon for you if he could.
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