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#PLEASE. PLEASE COME TO ME IM PULLING TMR
fisheem4mmal · 2 years
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3xen · 3 months
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just for you; g. s genji is rushed to your operation room, believing it'll be dr. ziegler to operate on him.
n. wrote this on three hours of sleep w school tmr, and i actually liked it sm! idk yall, im getting back into my game plz bare w me.
c. first meeting, mentions of mercy (angela), lowk crack
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“we have a patient in critical condition. he needs to be treated immediately.” god, angela where are you when i need you most? you double-take the patient in the gurney—genji shimada. his name had appeared more than once on your files. but never once was he sent to your aid. dr. ziegler was his primary doctor since she maintained most of his records and regular check-ups. 
the assistant rolled the gurney into the room. “please, notify dr. ziegler of mr. shimada’s status. im sure she’d want to know.” i inform, inspecting the patient with a cringe. his visor is damaged with a dent, wires sprouted from his shoulders, and his left lower limb seemed just too far out of place. 
“will do ma’am, ill be here if you need me.” the assistant left—leaving a tense silence in the air. 
“shimada, are you alright in there?” 
“im alright.” his words came out strained, almost as if he felt the physical pain being done to his body. you acknowledged that. as you moved to his side—determining how to treat the damages, he spoke in a soft voice. “is dr. ziegler unavailable?” and it made you wince. 
“she’s been transferred to overwatch headquarters in switzerland. i am so sorry.” he gave you a quiet hum—observing you through his visor. you looked attractive, beautiful, and it really intrigued him. you spoke in that angelic voice, had observant and quiet motions—he couldn’t wait to bury angela with queries. 
“your cooling system must have been tattered with. the wires don’t usually come out like this do they? reattaching your limb should be easy.. but, your wiring is jumbled—it’ll take a lot of time to install it properly,” in deep concentration, you furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, and then sighed. “and, you must have suffered quite a blow to your face.” 
“ah, just a boulder. nothing special.” 
operations on flesh and bones were completely opposite of cybernetic and robotic parts. there was really no easy way to work around any mechanical part that ran on a code—not without guaranteeing its success.  
you stifled a quiet groan—turning away from your patient. you couldn’t admit to him you’ve never worked on a half-cyborg—actually, no one has in the nepal headquarters! 
“doctor?” 
“sorry, lets get to work right away.” 
you whisked tools in your hands from around the room—useless or not, you placed them on a moveable cart. “we’ll start on your leg, then work our way up.” 
as the operation began, you worked attentively. this must have been your most daring task yet. 
“doctor,” genji cooed once.
“ye-yes..”
genji cooed again—not being able to make out your coherent words. “doctor.” and it didn’t take long before you sprang up. 
“yes!”
“you are too focused. it makes me worry.” wasn’t that a good trait of a doctor? i pulled back, blinking twice at a loss.
“i suppose you are right..” you directed your eyes toward him. “ive never worked on a specimen like you.”  you unconsciously lowered your head.
“a cyborg?” you nod. 
“only dr. ziegler specializes in those preposterous things..” genji chuckled, causing you to perk up.
“you seem informed about it all.” 
“she only taught me a few things. ive also worked on cassidy’s cybernetic arm aswell. thats my only experience.” genji stared in awe—you picked up fairly quick.
when he arrived at nepal headquarters—wounded, he expected dr. ziegler. his visits with her were short—she was a busy woman, he knew. and when he found himself being in a room with someone other than her, he accepted his fate of chaos and disaster. 
“how long are you stationed here?” 
“about 2 months or so.. they want me back in zurich as soon as possible.” genji nodded in acknowledgment. really, he was intrigued.
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qsphyxias · 2 years
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slowly faster
[NSFW]
please do not read if you identify as a (cishet) woman and/or read yaoi/fetishize mlm relationships. i'm serious, i'm watching the notes like a goddamn hawk. this is MALE reader, idc if it doesn't bother you, it bothers ME.
synopsis ; started off, cockwarming, then slow, then just batshit (excuse the pun)
pairing(s); battinson x male! reader
warnings ; i left it at a cliffhanger at the end :) , cock warming, male(he/him) reader, anal, begging, i wanted to make it more corruption-ish but im not sure how i executed it, petnames "baby boy", cussing, hickeys, overstimulation but only kinda, i hope i didnt miss anything else, no after care (it doesnt even end properly at all actually)
note ; god... this man... im watching the movie tmr again omg
words ; 1.1k+
⊱ ───── {⋅ᵈᵉᶠᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ⁻ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ⁽ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡⁱᵉˢ⁾⋅} ───── ⊰
"s/o. come on." bruce strained, face contorted into an expression of frustration as he tried to relax his thighs. "this isn't helping either of us, just say the word, baby boy." his stiff face only got stiffer as he waited for you to cave in, glaring as you stayed unmoving on his lip, his cock deep inside you, looking happily unbothered.
"i don't get the point of this." he grunted, jolting his hips up ever so harshly to get a reaction out of you, feeling a little better when he saw that look on your face he never got sick of seeing.
as a part of your revenge, you clenched around him, to which he reacted by gripping your hip with rough hands as if it was his lifeline. "try that again, hm? you know i don't have to let you cockwarm me if i don't want to, i'd much rather pound you to the fucking concrete." he seethed, looking up at you with eyes that screamed danger; danger that you might've just asked for.
"come on, you know you want to." he urged, leaning up to suck at your neck, applying pressure and forming a couple purple spots as he waited for you to get all soft and cave in.
whimpering at the way his rough hands roamed your body, you rocked yourself gently against his groin, gasping as you underestimated how good that would feel; it was clear that the longer you both had waited, the bigger the impact would've been on either of you.
bruce's face quirked up into a small grin as he licked his molars, eyebrows raised, "i knew you would cave in eventually. hm? that's my boy." without another second, he took advantage of your weak resolve and flipped you over so he was on top and between your legs. you let out a small "oopmh." from the impact of the pillows.
you let out small, but heavy breaths as his lips swan-dived right into your neck, hands slipping down to grip your ass. "wait, wait, bruce." your eyebrows threaded, grasping at straws as you tried not to lose yourself within him. "let's slow it down; remember why i wanted to do this?" you reminded in a slightly pointed tone, glossed eyes staring into his frustrated ones.
he only stared blankly at you, a bit fucked out, "… I don't recall." he said courtly, looking at the ceiling as he pretended to think about it. Right before, diving back into it and grinding his hips against yours for some friction.
"hnn- bruce, h- hold on- ah!" you dug your fingers into his shoulder once again, lightly tapping them to make him stop. he huffed, looking back down at you, taken aback as he was met by an unfair look of desperation. "please…?" you threw your hands up like a prayer, mind trying so desperately hard not to drift back down to your dick and let him have his way.
"fine then," he gritted his teeth as he pulled out of you, changing positions, he was unsure how well this would go, seeing you so pitiful beneath him. "i'll go slow." if he hadn't had such a good poker face, maybe you would've seen that look in his eyes; the look that told you he had a secondary plan already put in action.
"ready?" the 'question' was rhetorical, that was clear enough as he pressed his palms against the inside of your thighs, opening you up, so he could have better access to your already slick from your previously battered core. it was hard for bruce not to dive into it, and have his lunch in bed.
you nodded, feeling as if you could take it. the confident look on your face instantly dispersed and morphed into one of a surprised gasp as you felt him enter you, immediately regretting feeling so sure of yourself.
he softly laughed at your teared up expression, you clearly couldn't take it despite doing so not a minute ago, but you didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment. he leaned down, elevating his torso with his elbows alongside your head, "you always underestimate how big it is." excuse him for being conceited, but there truly wasn't any falsity to his words.
you glared at him through rosy cheeks and eyes, hand slipping down to create some distance between you and his rolling hips. he didn't miss a single beat; and you wished he did, to give you some time to think about your decision to have him "go slow". but thoughts were fleeting as such as your gasps as he kept at it, cock pressing against every nerve possible within your walls.
you've had sex with him before, but this, this was nothing like before. you were sure he felt the same, as the way his jaw clenched and breaths surging from his chest, was sure to make anyone distracted. "b- bruce," you babbled, overstimulated from the climax building up slowly but surely in your stomach, as well as from his heated muscles he had pressed against you like a car sticker; unable to peel away from you for even a second. "it's s- so good- hah!"
"fuuck." he groaned, voice raspy and a bit peaky in tone. you could feel the glans of his length pressing harshly against your walls, and running across every nerve, and the feeling only began to intensify as bruce decided to up the speed, despite your filthy pleas.
bruce believed he may have underestimated exactly how hard this would be for him. "fuck, s/o," with an emphasis on the 'f', he panted like a dog, dragging out his thrusts as he got even faster.
you counted in your head, focusing on nothing but his hips grinding against yours, "bruce!" with every call of his name, you seemed to get louder, and he seemed to lose more and more, self-control. "i- i can't slow down, s/o, i'm sorry." he said unapologetically, hands moving up to grab your hips and drag your body closer to his, practically pounding his cock in and out of you like it was his next mission.
"hah! bruce, don't stop! please, please don't stop! i'm gonna cum!" you begged, tears falling from your eyes as you felt an entirely new feeling build up inside you, almost afraid to cum as you weren't sure you were prepared for its assumed intensity.
he began to chuckle, harsh yet slow arms stretching behind to your thrashing hands against his back to pull them down and press them down against the mattress so hard that it hurt—and not for a second, had he stopped ramming into you.
"you can beg better than that, can't you? you are my boyfriend."
⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰
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heliads · 2 years
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Hello can i request a tmr Thomas imagine /he is my soulmate my boyfriend my love the love of my life my husb- you get it ! 😍😅😜/ when the reader is in our reality , when she read the tmr book her comfort character appear in front of her with a smile in his face because one the reader love him so much than even in a other universe he notice and two because he want to ask her to be in his world and he know that she will accept ( if she go in their world she will be magically immune )
Thanks you again if yo don’t understand tell me 😅😍
Ps :
Im sorry for fangirling like that
Hug 🫂
ok but this idea >>>
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“Please don’t tell me you’re reading The Maze Runner again.”
The words, cruel and totally unwarranted, ring out across the room. You refuse to give your accuser even one iota of eye contact, preferring instead to keep your eyes firmly locked onto the page of your book.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Even if I was reading The Maze Runner, that would be totally fine.”
Your friend, cruel and undeservingly spiteful towards your love of charmingly dystopian universes, rolls her eyes. “Maybe it’s because you read it all the time. There are other books in the world, you know?”
You can’t help but grin. “Yes, but none of them are about the Maze. You’re missing my point.”
“Actually,” your friend grumbles, “I think you’re missing mine. You do realize that rereading the same book isn’t going to make it any more real, right?”
You laugh. “Obviously, I’m not totally insane. Still, it would be fun if it was real. That’s why I’m reading it.”
Your voice trails off a little. No matter how it sounds, you can’t deny that you’ve thought about it sometimes, what it would be like to wake up in your favorite fictional world. It would be perfect, of course, skies always blue except for when you’re getting kissed in the rain, and although it would have to be thrillingly dangerous, you’d never be in any actual harm.
Your friend, picking up on this hesitation, groans. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering what it would be like to live in that world. Maybe you should become an engineer, figure out how to make a portal so you can travel between fictional universes.”
You arch a brow, considering her with a barely concealed smile. “What, so you can travel to Mystic Falls?”
Your friend’s mouth drops in mock horror. “Hey, The Vampire Diaries is peak TV. Don’t even try to argue with me.”
You hold up your hands in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“Good,” your friend says, “because it’s not like The Maze Runner is the height of classic literature, either.”
“Are you here for a reason, or just to bash on The Maze Runner?” You ask, and your friend scoffs.
“Although that’s one of my favorite things to do,” she comments under her breath, then continues in a louder voice, “that’s not all, no. I was just going to say that I’m going to head back to my place. My mom’s freaking out, apparently there’s a bad storm hitting soon. You want to come with me? We can make hot chocolate and watch something.”
You smile at the thought. “It sounds fun, but my parents are out and I need to make sure we’re not going to lose power during the storm. Have fun watching The Vampire Diaries, though.”
She frowns. “How’d you know I was going to watch The Vampire Diaries?”
You laugh. “Just a hunch. See you soon.”
Your friend waves goodbye, and a few moments later you hear the roar of her car’s engine as she pulls away into the night. You tuck contentedly back into The Maze Runner, but you’ve only been able to progress a chapter or two further into the novel before the storm settles upon you. 
It rushes down around your house, sheets of rain appearing out of nowhere to beat against your windows. The sky has turned an odd shade of green, and you silently hope that your friend was able to make it back to her house before the storm got too bad. Already, your lights are starting to flicker, casting your living room alternately in shadow and light in irregular intervals.
A loud sound from outside makes you flinch. Carefully putting down your book, you walk over to the windows, angling to try and get a good view of what’s going on outside. You can’t see much, though, the air is dark and battered by furious rainfall. You shiver slightly. This area hasn’t been hit by a storm this bad in quite some time, so you hope that everything will be alright.
A strange humming sound jars you from your thoughts, and the air suddenly seems pierced by a strange fervor, like you’re standing too close to a stream of electricity. You peer through the window in the hopes of seeing something, perhaps a tree struck by lightning, but all you see is this faint glow. The problem is that it doesn’t seem like it’s outside, more like it’s reflected on the glass. Like it’s instead coming from the inside of the house, right behind you.
You turn around slowly, and feel your blood freeze like ice in your veins, slowing all your thoughts to a dull stillness. There’s a shimmering sheet of energy blocking off half of your room. It glows a strange gray, and although you can’t see what’s behind it, you swear it no longer leads to any part of your house.
It reminds you of something, but for some reason you can’t quite put your finger on what that is. You draw closer to it, curious, but it remains there nonetheless. An earth shattering clap of thunder makes you startle, and you swear that the shimmering gray wall flinches with you. You don’t know how, but a voice in the back of your mind tells you that this won’t last forever, whatever it is.
Drawn by some strange fascination, you reach out a hand to touch the gray surface. Your hand goes straight through, sending waves of tingling electricity rippling up your arm. You can still twitch your fingers on the other side, they just feel slightly different. The further in you go, the more you can feel a summer breeze, bright sun against your skin.
Thunder crashes again outside, and your lights give up their fight, plunging the room into black. You can’t see a thing, and when you trip over an uneven fold in the carpet, you manage to stumble forward just enough to walk fully through the shimmering gray wall.
For a moment, you’re not sure of anything. A wave of cold ripples over you, drawing over your limbs like being encased in ice. Just when you’re certain that it may go on forever, trapping you in a neverending plunge of chill, you open your eyes and find yourself standing in the middle of a grassy field.
You’re not alone in your strange new world. Already, shouts of alarm are echoing around you, and figures start to race towards you. As your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of the noon sun, you realize that they’re all teenage boys, with the exception of one girl, her long dark hair tangling in the breeze.
What catches your attention most of all isn’t the boys, though, nor the miracle of the grass beneath your feet, the disappearing storm. No, you’re frozen in place, staring with shock at the massive stone walls blocking out the far edges of this field. There are four gaps in the stone, large enough to be doors. The Doors. 
This can’t be happening. There’s no way you could be here, no possible reason for any of this to make sense, no earthly reasoning, but yet here you are, in the Glade. You’re staring at the walls of the Maze, and somehow, you’ve ended up in your favorite book.
You’re in the world of The Maze Runner.
Your first reaction is to panic. Sure, it had been fun to picture ending up in this universe, but it had always been your choice in your all-too-vivid imagination, your idea to cross over. Now, you’re stumbling blind, no preparation whatsoever for the fact that the boy currently racing to you to demand just what you’re doing here is Alby, head of the Glade.
He glares at you in bewilderment, and you want to comment that this is such an Alby reaction, but you don’t think it would go over all that well.
“Who are you, and how did you just show up in the middle of nowhere? No Box or anything?”
You blink at him in surprise, and a blond boy by his side sighs in consternation. “She’s not going to know what the Box is, Alby. Look at her. She’s bloody terrified.”
You frown. “I’m not terrified, just confused. How am I here?”
Newt, for of course it is he, shrugs a shoulder. “We’d like to know the same thing. Most of the time, we get our newbies once a month. They don’t show up like you, though, out of nowhere.”
“It wasn’t out of nowhere,” you argue, “it was–”
Your eyes widen as you realize at last how you recognized the shimmering wall of gray. It came from this world after all.
“It was a Flat Trans,” you finish, and Teresa, who has just come up short beside you, lets out a startled gasp.
“How do you know about that?” She asks, her voice barely a hissing whisper.
Instantly, she seems to regret her reaction. After all, she’s not supposed to have her memory back, even though any casual reader would know that she’s been faking it this whole time. Judging by the look Teresa shoots you, she’s just as aware of that as you are.
No one questions Teresa on her sudden outburst, however, because another boy has shown up to the scene, this one issuing questions in a booming voice so as to drown out everyone else.
“Hold it, hold it. Why is this girl not immediately in the Slammer? Obviously, she’s not someone to be trusted. Why wouldn’t she come up in the Box? Also, she’s the third arrival this month. Something’s up, and I promise you it’s her fault.”
You groan before you can stop yourself. “Oh, shut up, Gally. No one asked you.”
Gally frowns. “How did you know my name?”
A dark-haired boy standing in between Teresa and Newt chuckles under his breath, but quickly fixes his face into the picture of innocence when Gally shoots him an irritated look.
Alby steps in again, hands raised. “Alright, alright. No one knows what’s going on, and we can’t just throw people in the Slammer because we don’t know who they are. Let’s call a Gathering, alright? Get all the Keepers, we’re going to need to sort this out. You too, Thomas,” he continues, as the dark-haired boy starts to walk away, “You and Teresa both, along with the new girl. Gally’s not wrong, something’s obviously going on.”
Thomas’ brow furrows. “I have nothing to do with this. Trust me, I know just as little about this as you do.”
Alby sighs. “I know that, but don’t you think it’s weird that three Greenies showed up this month instead of one? Even if you don’t know a thing, you’re still an anomaly.”
Thomas looks displeased by that, but shrugs his shoulders at last and looks towards a crooked wooden building that must be the Homestead. Teresa’s called off by Newt, leaving you alone with one of your favorite literary characters. You try not to let it go to your head.
Thomas shoots you a quizzical look once the other Gladers start to trickle off, their show over for the time being. “You really don’t know how you ended up here?”
You spread your hands as the two of you being walking. “No idea. One minute, I’m in my house, next I’m being surrounded by irritable Gladers. Did you see anything?”
Thomas shakes his head. “I was supposed to be trying out with the Track-Hoes to see if I’d do well with their job.”
You raise an eyebrow. “So is that a no or a yes?”
He chuckles in spite of himself. “Well, I might have been looking for a chance to get out of work a little, so maybe I wasn’t entirely focused on the crops. Still, I didn’t see a thing. One minute, it’s just another day, next everyone’s freaking out about a girl appearing out of nowhere.”
You grimace. “Two girls show up, and they both don’t go over well. It’s not a great track record.”
“Wait,” Thomas asks, suddenly suspicious, “how’d you know that Teresa’s arrival wasn’t normal?”
You freeze. Technically, you shouldn’t know a thing about this. If you’re not careful, you’re going to reveal yourself. It occurs to you that you have a choice about how all of this goes down. You could reveal to the Gladers that they’re just characters in a book, which could go a number of ways, most likely all bad.
Or, you could feign ignorance, and pretend that you have no idea that they’re all going to go through the worst trauma of their lives within the next few months. You don’t know how it would go, trying to fix the story, but you’ve read enough books to know that prophecies usually come true, even if the guidelines of oracles are locked within the supposed plotline of a fan favorite dystopia.
So, you lift a shoulder, and do your best to seem unconcerned. “I don’t know, I figured from Gally’s attitude alone that a girl showing up in the Box would cause some problems.”
This seems to satisfy Thomas, because he grins again. “Yeah, you can say that for sure. He’s got a bit of a temper.”
You smile. “Just a little bit. I think I figured that out for myself.”
The two of you have reached the doors of the Homestead, but instead of going inside, Thomas catches at your arm, bringing you to a stop. His voice is suddenly urgent, and drops a few decibels to ensure that nobody can overhear you.
“Listen,” he says, “I don’t know who you are, or what you know, but you seem like somebody we can trust. These guys may not feel the same, though. Just be careful, alright? Don’t give them reasons to be suspicious of you. I already had to go through a Gathering of my own, it’s not fun. I want you to stick around, but that means you have to keep your head.”
For some reason, his words make your heart do a loop in your chest. Thomas has no reason to trust you, yet he does. It’s everything you could have ever hoped to hear.
“I’ll be cautious,” you promise him, “and thank you, Thomas. I’m glad to have a friend.”
He smiles back at you. “Hey, no problem. I remember what it was like when it felt like everyone was against you. I don’t want you to go through the same thing.”
A shout echoes out from the Homestead, and the two of you head inside. It’s time for you to defend yourself.
From the second you enter the room of the Gathering, you can tell that Gally is gunning for you. You glance around at the assembled Keepers, trying to figure out both which characters they are and who would be on your side. Zart and Newt look welcoming, Alby keeps himself carefully neutral, but Winston and Gally both seem uneasy. Well, no one said this was going to be easy.
Just as you feel the nerves crest over you, you glance over your shoulder and see Thomas standing right by your side. He flashes you a smile, and just like that, you’re certain you can carry on.
Alby begins the questioning, asking you what you remember from traveling here, what your world was like, if you remember anything about theirs. You answer as best you can, making sure all the while to not give anything too damning away, like the fact that you read the story of his eventual death as something to calm your nerves after a long day. It sounds terrible now that you’re face to face with him, doesn’t it?
You present the narrative that you’re just as lost as they are. You talk about saying goodbye to your friend, how the storm surged, your reaction when the shimmering wall of gray appeared out of nowhere and what it was like to step through. You’re protected by your obvious confusion, because the truth is simple:  you have no idea what’s going on, and neither do they.
Despite Gally’s hemming and hawing, when the Keepers take a vote on what to do with you, they all agree that you shouldn’t end up in the Slammer for something that clearly isn’t your fault. They talk to Thomas and Teresa for a little while, making sure that neither of them have any recollection of you, but it’s plain to see that no one has a hand in this.
Eventually, you walk out of the Homestead with the threat of an increased eye on you, but no major punishment. Basically, you’ll go about like you’re a regular Greenie, and nothing more has to happen.
Thomas catches up to you once the Gathering is over. “So,” he asks, “what did you think? Are you sufficiently intimidated by our Keepers?”
You laugh at that. “I think Winston did an excellent job with his death stare.”
Thomas nods sagely. “I’ll tell him all his practice paid off. Seriously, though, I’m glad it worked out.”
You smile. “So am I.”
The two of you walk in companionable silence around the Glade, but just as you near a section of the walls, Thomas taps your shoulder, indicating that you should stop.
You frown at him. “What is it?”
Thomas reaches into his belt and pulls out a knife. He hands it to you, jerking his chin towards the wall. “Well, you’re a Glader now, aren’t you? That means you have to officially join our ranks.”
You follow his gaze and realize where you are. The names of all the other Gladers have been carved here, some crossed out, others so old that the edges have been worn smooth. You can see Newt’s slanting script, Minho’s capital letters, Ben’s name, the slash through it still new. And there, just beneath Alby’s name, Thomas’ carving, slightly lopsided but still so perfectly him that you want to smile.
You stare at the knife in your palm, then walk forward, placing the tip of the blade against the wall and beginning to engrave the first letter of your name.
“This is more difficult than you guys made it seem,” you mutter under your breath.
Thomas squints at you. “What?”
You shake your head hastily. “Nothing. Alright, I’m done. What do you think?”
You hand the knife back to Thomas, who takes it with a grin. “Looks nice. Alright, you’re a Glader now.”
“Just like that?” You ask.
“Just like that,” he confirms, “Don’t look so pleased with yourself, I can promise it’s not nearly as fun as you might think.”
You shake your head, smiling to yourself. “I don’t know, I think I’m pretty glad to be here.”
Thomas gives you a strange look, but you don’t bother to explain yourself. After all, how could you possibly put what you’re feeling right now into words? You’re in the Glade, talking casually with Thomas as if it’s nothing at all. Even though you know that danger is looming on the horizon, you couldn’t be happier.
Danger does come, of course, it races towards the Glade at a breakneck pace. You’ve barely been in the Glade for a couple of days before things start going wrong. The Sun disappears, the sky quickly turning a blank gray. You remember that WICKED is letting the place fall apart in the hopes of prodding the Gladers to launch an escape, but the boys don’t know that, and it freaks them out.
It freaks you out too, in all honesty. Once you remember that the Doors are going to stop closing, it hits you that you’re in just as much peril as the rest of them. After all, James Dashner never clarified that you were going to make it out because he never even put you in the story in the first place.
Besides, what if you being here means that more of the Gladers end up dying? You’re going to be taking water, weapons, food away from someone else. You have no guarantee that this will end the same way as the actual book. All of a sudden, messing with the storyline doesn’t sound that great.
Despite your best attempts at secrecy, you must seem fairly nervous, because Thomas approaches you at dinner, casually sliding into a seat next to you. He arches a brow, giving you a once over.
“This is really getting to you, huh?” He asks.
You frown. “What does that mean?”
Thomas shrugs. “You look nervous. I mean, I know things aren’t going well, but you’re going to be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”
He seems so certain of himself. You only wish that you could share in his relentless optimism.
“You don’t know that,” you counter, but Thomas shakes his head.
“I’ll figure something out. That’s what we do around here, I’ve learned that. You still have time to learn it, too.”
You chuckle. “I didn’t realize everyone was so nice to their Greenies. Is there any reason for this, or are you just a natural saint?”
Thomas laughs as well. “I have my own reasons, yes. Maybe I like being around you. Is that so surprising?”
You stare at him, then break out into a slow smile. “Not entirely,” you say, and Thomas smiles back at you. Forget the Maze, right now you feel damned invincible.
It doesn’t last, of course. True to the book, the Doors refuse to close, and you’re sunk into a relentless cycle of nights lit by fire, pierced by the screams of boys who are taken by the Grievers and won’t ever come back. Thomas stays by your side, just as promised, but that doesn’t mean that you forget what it’s like to watch someone die before your eyes.
Eventually, though, the time comes to break free, and you do so with a surging confidence unlike anything you’ve felt before. You race into the Maze with the other Gladers, and although the fight to defeat the Grievers long enough to shut it all down is costly, it works. You have your fair share of bloody cuts and stolen breaths, but it is finished at last.
You go through the next bit on autopilot. The Gladers find the wrecked ruin of WICKED, they’re rescued by people who definitely aren’t just another group of WICKED soldiers, and you’re all supposedly free. You have warm food to eat, clean clothes, everything.
What’s more, you have something that you haven’t considered in a very long time:  a way home. Once all of the surviving Gladers sit in a ragged circle, leaning against the walls and each other as they catch their breath at last, a new man walks in. His eyes are beady, reminding you of a rat, and he eyes you with an odd smile.
“Miss Y/N?” He asks, regarding you with the deliberate air of someone who thinks themselves much too clever, “Would you like to go back to your world?”
Instantly, all conversation comes to a screeching halt. You can feel the weight of the Gladers’ stares pressing in around you. They’re all aware that you came here from somewhere else, but the option of going back was never even remotely feasible, so none of you considered it at all. Now, though? It looks like that’s a definite possibility.
You swallow hard, fighting to get the words out through a suddenly dry throat. “What? How would that even work?”
The man shrugs, tapping idly on a portable screen in front of him as if multiversal travel is the least of his concerns at the moment. “We can get you a Flat Trans. It wouldn’t be hard.”
He glances around at the Gladers, as if suddenly aware of the growing tension rattling throughout the room. “Take a few minutes to make your decision, of course. I’ll be waiting.”
He settles himself into a chair in a corner of the room, and you are left to determine your future in a matter of minutes.
Thomas, who has been sitting next to you, turns to you with a desperate stare. “Are you going to do it?”
You shake your head slowly. “I have no idea. I don’t know what to think.”
He nods mechanically. “Well, from what you’ve told me, it sounds like a really good place. No Mazes, you know.”
You laugh weakly. “Yeah, no Mazes. That’s a really great selling point.”
Thomas’ eyes fly up to meet yours. “Does that mean you’re leaving?”
It occurs to you that he is terrified of the choice you’re going to make. Thomas’ entire being is turned towards you, both deeply afraid of your answer and unable to live another second without knowing.
A thousand thoughts race through your mind. Memories, inside jokes, laughter, all occuring in your world. Your best friend, your parents. Going to your favorite classes at school, bemoaning the worst ones. Taking walks outside, marveling at the fresh air. Spring flowers, in bloom and gone within a week. Your entire life has happened there, all except the last few weeks.
All that, and yet, when you think of all the times you had been purely happy, when you had been living, really living, the kind you hear about in books but never get to experience for yourself, it all happened here, in the Glade. You have never felt anything like this world, and if you leave now, you know for a fact that you never will.
So, you stand up and clear your throat. The ratlike man in the corner nods at you, putting down his portable screen for the first time since he showed up.
“Well?” He asks, tone so casual despite the fact that your entire life is at stake. “What’ll it be?”
Thomas’ eyes are wide as he stares at you, like he can’t bear to drag his gaze from you. You can tell from the hunch of his shoulders that he’s certain what you’re about to say, that you’re going to leave him once and for all, never to return again. It’s a shame, then, that you’re about to prove him wrong.
“I’m staying,” you say, and you don’t know that any words have ever felt so right.
The man nods. “Alright, well, don’t say we never tried. I hope that you made the right choice.”
Looking over at Thomas, whose entire face has lit up, you know for certain that you have. You sink back down to the floor, and Thomas leans closer, unable to stop a smile from growing across his face.
“Really?” He asks, delighted, “you’re not going to go?”
You smile back at him. “Why would I? I have all I need right here. What, are you sad you couldn’t get rid of me quite yet?”
Thomas grins. “Not exactly.”
To explain himself, he closes the distance between the two of you at last and kisses you. A storm of fireworks goes off in your chest, a thousand shades of colors you’ll never be able to describe again. Just like that, you’re living. Just like that, you have never been happier.
maze runner tag list: @rogueanschel, @ellobruv, @retvenkos, @neewtmas, @thatfangirl42, @hiya-its-amber, @gods-fools-heroes, @hope92100, @23victoria
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hixfaith16 · 6 months
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Mafia Boss Turned Mafia Husband
Chapter 4: Things Get Kinda Steamy
Kenzie’s POV
I’M GOING TO MEXICO. I’M GOING TO MEXICO. What is my life. Nothing and I mean nothing could have prepared me for this. I have always wanted to go to Mexico. Fuck I need to pack. 
In order to pack I gotta get new clothes cause there is no way in hell I am going Mexico without new clothes. Just as I’m scrolling online for new clothes, there’s a knock at my door. “Kenzie. Can I come in please?” The voice says. “Yea sure.” Low and behold it’s Jungkook. “This has to be quick because I have a meeting, but i’m taking you shopping for Mexico today. So get ready. We leave in an hour sweetheart.” Jk says with a smile.  
Honestly it’s like this man knows what I need. “Okay thats for letting me know.” I say with a smile as he leaves my room. “Well it’s a good thing I was about to shower anyways.” I say to myself. 
Time Skip to after shower(cause im lazy) 
It’s honestly still kinda warm outside so I think I’m gonna wear the cute blue sundress Jimin got me for my birthday. As I finished getting dressed I realized I was hungry. I wanted to see if Jk was hungry but he said he was in a meeting.  
While I’m making my breakfast Jimin walks downstairs. “Good Morning Kenzie” he says with a kind smile. “Good Morning Jimin” I say back. “Whatcha making” “Umm just eggs and bacon right now” “Ahh sounds good but currently I am slightly hungover so just water and sleep for me. I’ll see u later.” He says grabbing a cup and going back upstairs. As Jimin goes upstairs Jk comes downstairs. “Has it been an hour already.” I say washing ny dishes. “It has sweetheart. Are u ready to go.” Jk say.  I nod going to grab my purse but Jk stops me. “You’re not paying. It’s on me. Let’s go.” He says walking the door. 
Another time skip to the end of shopping.
As the shopping trip comes to an end. We walk past a lingerie store. I needed some new ones. “Jk can we go in there please.” I say with a smile. He says nothing but nods. I giggle as I walk into the store. I picked out so cute lingerie but me being me I wanted to tease so I slipped on a baby blue set to show Jk. “What do you think Jk” I say stepping out of the dressing. The minute I see him look up, his eyes darkened. “You look beautiful sweet girl.” He say walking up to me and places his hands on my hips. “Go change so I can show how beautiful you look.” He whispers. I’ve never changed so fast. 
As he pulls up in the driveway of the house we barely make it too my room before his lips are on mine. “I’ve wanted you from the moment we met sweetheart.” He says kissing down my neck. I had now words just mumbled moans and whimpers. As things start to get steamy, his phone rings. He groans and answers it. “What” He answers angrily. “I already talked to them about the shipment Jin. Okay i’ll go join it now.” He says as he hangs up. “I’m sorry princess but we will have to finish this another time.” He says as he kisses me goodbye. “Okay i’ll see u tmr for the flight.” I say flustered. As he leaves my room, I can’t help but giggle. I almost had sex with my boss. 
Well looks like this Mexico trip is gonna be fun. Time to pack and head to bed. 
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ANDKSKDKS NO ITS OK !! take ur time replying i literally just forgot that it was gonna be down and couldn’t for the life of me remember if i wrote back or not but take all the time whenever u reply- lazy days are more important
NO I KNOW I FELT THE PAIN TOOOOO i’ve never done that before but i was like i have 2… (i also pulled taeil TWICE) (OUT OF 21) (TAEIL ILYSM BUT PLEASE) but it was so embarrassing cause i showed my friend and she knew the eye was marks and i was like yeah don’t talk about it
CHIMMY NOO 😭😭 chimmy crossing over into cat territory but i’m not sure if i should be honoured or grossed out that he would pee on me
that sounds so chill i <3 lazy days i’m glad you’re getting good you time
my day was very slow 🦥 so basically setting myself up for pain tmr but also we’re bird sitting rn for a friend and she’s so cute i wanna squish her 😭😭 she’s literally SNORING rn it’s so freaking cute but i had to put her back in her cage when she got too excited and pooped on my keyboard ajdbwkdnjs -no sleep anon <3 !!
i shall try to answer earlier!!! tbh reading these just make me feel really good and answering them is even better so idk why i dont do it early LMAO maybe im just suuuper lazy @.@ lazy days are great but i shoudlnt get too used to them !!!! or else i'll be unprepared for when school comes back LOL
no bc,,, one of my friends actually cut one of their jungkook pcs LMAOOOO it was waayyy back in 2018/19...? we just started getting into kpop (well, at least i did?) and one of our friends were kind enough to give some pcs!!!! i got a namjoon one and they got a jungkook one ^^ BUT LIKE WE LEGIT DIDN'T KNOW WHAT PCS WERE SO WE WERE LIKE ',,,cool. what is it' AND THEY CUT THE JK PC NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (DOUBLE TAEILF IUADHFADKJ)
chimmy peed on like . 2 people before LMAO he didn't pee on me since i dont think he got the concept of peeing on people you like when he was still a tiny puppy T^T so cute ... </3
WOAHH BIRD SITTING :00 TELL ME HOW IT GOES!!! (pls do not squish her LMAOAOAOAO) NOO OMG THE BIRD SNORES>?!!?!?!??! I IDDNT KNOW BIRDS COULD SNORE </33
oh oh i just came back home from watching the new doctor strange movie!!! it was pretty dope ^^ i choose not to speak further for i do not trust myself bc i will probably spoil it LMAOAOAOFIJFK
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nahoyaglock · 3 years
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↬ VALENTINES DAY COOKIES
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bf!shigaraki x gn!reader, fluff and crack, 800 words
A/N! this is my piece for @prettysetterbaby 's valentines day collab, go check out and support the other writers and their pieces too!
also please ignore that i cut it off early bc goddam a bitch is tired. did I wait last minute to finish this piece? hell yeah. am i posting this at 4am? hell yeah
also ignore that i did not proof read or fix any errors in here, im just tryna sleep so i can go boogie tmr w sum pals for vday mang
WARNINGS! I dont think theres any I need to tag, but please let me know if there is!
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Valentines day, love was in the air, couples spending this day in homes or at parks– masks on of course. Since you and your boyfriend couldn't go out, he had decided to do a little baking. He wanted to make some of your favorite treats, but due to his lack of baking skill, he stuck to cookies.
He definently knew he was lacking baking skills when he pulled out the sheet of cookies, all burnt to a crisp. Its alright he thought, he still had sometime before you were coming over. He pulled out his phone to search up a recipe, not trusting the instructions on the cookie mix box.
He quickly opened another box and grabbed some more ingredients, reading his instructions. "Why didn't I just buy cookie dough," he groans to himself, opening the carton of eggs when he heard the door unlock. "Tomu tomu!" You slipped off your shoes and stumbled into the kitchen with a bag in your hand, noticing your visibly upset boyfriend.
"Shigs, whats wrong," you frowned and dropped your bag, rushing to his side and hugging him, making him chuckle softly. He rubs your head softly with your hand and kisses your head, "its not that bad baby, I just burnt some cookies trying to bake." You lifted your face to look at him, and cupped his face.
"You dummy, why didn't you ask me? Are you okay, did you burn yourself?" You ask him, squishing his cheeks. He grabs your small wrosts and pulls them away from his face and he shakes his head. "Im fine, I didnt get burnt, but I really wanted to bake these cookies for you." You could tell he was upset, so you smiled and patted his arm.
"Let me help you! You can learn how to make cookies AND we get to bake together on valentines day," you saw the corners of his lips turn up and he leans down to kiss you. "Sounds romantic," he fake barfs and you pinch his cheek. He winces and you smile back at him, "says the one who tried to bake me cookies."
"It says.. In a small bowl, stir flour, baking soda, and baking powder," he says and goes to grab the ingredients. You look over at, waiting for him to read off the measurements. "Oh yeah, uhm.. 2 ¾ cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking soda andddd.. ½ teaspoon of baking powder," he reads as you had already began measuring the flour.
He measures the baking soda and you sprinkle in the baking powder with a grin. "How did you even make the cookies?" You asked, looking at his phone for the next set of ingredients. You grab a seperate bowl for the other ingredients. You mix the suger in with the softened butter while Shigaraki explains.
"Not sure, I'm pretty sure I did the measurements right. I just wasn't keeping track of time when I was baking them," he laughed and opened up the egg carton and took a peek at his phone before snatching out an egg. "Atleast you got the measurements right," you giggle lightly as he cracks the egg and mixes it into the sugar and butter.
"Yeah, but it doesn't compare to your baking, I just used one of those cookie mix boxes," he laughed and you scoffed with a smirk. You slowly mixed the dry ingredients in with the wet ingredients and felt Shigaraki wrap his arms around you. "Tomu, help me bake," you laughed, playfully elbowing him. He responded by hugging you tighter.
"I just wanna hold you close and kiss you, tho. Mm, do we have to bake baby?" He asked, placing small little pecks to your neck and cheek, causing you to giggle and cringe away from his kiss. "Stop Tomuu, I'm ticklish," you laugh and he chuckles into your skin, "and yes, you burnt those cookies so we HAVE to make new ones!"
"We have to?"
"Yes Tomura, we have to."
"Like.. like we /have/ to?"
"Shigaraki," you cross your arms and turn to give him a stern look, causing him to sigh. He kissees your forehead, "okay baby, lets hurry up with those cookies, yeah?" He pats your arm and goes to help you place the cookie dough on the baking sheet, and eventually slipping it into the oven.
"Now Tomura, next time set an alarm," you lecture, flicking his forehead and going to the clock app on your phone to set an alarm. You had about 15 minutes before they would be done cooking, so you decided to go cuddle with Shigaraki and watch the beginning of a romance movie.
"Hmm, aren't you glad I came over when I did?" You question, nuzzling your face into your boyfriends neck, humming with relief. He was gentle with the way he held you, but made you feel safe and soft in his embrace. "Yeah, now I can eat some bomb cookies," he laughed, holding you close.
"Yeah yeah, whatever," you sarcastically remark, looking up at him to see him flashing an innocent smile. "You're getting up and getting the cookies then," you states and press a sweet kiss to his nose. "Happy valentines Tomura."
"Happy valentines day baby."
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fandom-obessesive · 4 years
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I never told you pt 2
A/n: here’s part 2! if you enjoy this and would like to be tagged for part 3(which will be posted tmr 7/8/20) just leave a little👋 emoji.I hope you guys enjoy and have a great day
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4
Word count: 1160
Warning: Ends on a cliff hanger😢
The rest of the day you had been haunted by the look he gave you, the intensity sending shivers down your spine. You stayed after a bit to get caught up on anything else you had missed along with a promise to Chase about etching out the details for Saturday after you got home, it wasn’t long before you practically threw yourself onto your bed. Maybe it would have just been better if you had stayed home today. Instead of berating yourself any longer on decisions that could not be changed, you instead allowed your eyes to flutter shut, and let sleep take you somewhere less stressful.
Bzzt bzzt…..bzzt bzzt….....bzzt bzzt…………..bzzt bzzt
‘what the fuck’ you thought, irritated at being woken up. Flailing around in your sheets a bit before hearing a thud, you snatched your phone from the floor.
Today 6:43 pm
Heyyyyyy, you make it home okay?
Today 6:46 pm
Its Chase, from lunch by the way
Today 6:51 pm
Sorry that probably sounded a little weird,
a random number texting you to see if you
got home safe
Today 6:58 pm
Anyway, just checking to see if we’re still
on for Saturday haha
Today 7:01 pm
Yeah sorry, ended up taking a nap,
how does 11 sound? We could order
some pizza, maybe study a bit?
Today 7:03 pm
Sounds perfect!!! See you then:)
You smiled at his eagerness, finding it endearing. It felt nice being wanted after these past 2 weeks.
‘Welp, time to torture myself some more’ you thought throwing one of Paul’s sweatshirts on. You loved to steal them, especially since he was a big dude to begin with but always insisted on buying oversized ones. The material seemed to swallow you whole when you wore them. Bringing the fabric up to your face and inhaling, it still reeked of his cologne, pine, and salt.
‘I remember that day’
You and him had gone to the beach, him insisting it was going to rain and you just brushing it off saying it was always cloudy in La Push. He ended up being right and never took it back after seeing you shivering when you got inside his car.
“Don't leave me here, Paul!” You yelled as he got up and started sprinting to his Jeep as it started to pour.
“Wait” you could barely get the word out through your laughter as you got up to start running as well.
“Why are you so slow? You. Would. Be. Useless, if this was the zombie apocalypse” he yelled back jokingly running back towards you, opting to just throw you over his shoulder.
Rushing to the car, your laughter seemed to get louder as he made unintelligible noises trying to simultaneously unlock the car, open the door, and quickly seat you down. As he ducked in, looking over to you he put on as serious of a face as he could manage.
“When the time comes, I’m sorry to say, but you must be sacrificed” he said solemnly, slowly dragging his finger down his cheek.
“Dude if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna pee myself” you wheezed holding your stomach. He soon broke into laughter too, starting the car up. Without a word, he pulled the sweatshirt he had been wearing off before draping it over your head and began the 10 minute ride back to your house.
‘Still nice and warm‘ you thought, pressing your face into it. You pulled it on and smiled at him. The rest of the day had been spent eating junk food and watching The Witcher, with Paul commenting about Geralt's hair and what type of conditioner he uses, Ciri being the new Eleven, and mimicking Jaskiers songs, making his own up for the rest of the day.
That was one of your favorite memories with him, and unfortunately what seemed to now be one of your last. A frown tugged at your lips after the realization. You wondered if there was any way to capture the smell, maybe turn it into a spray so you wouldn’t have to forget.
Not for right now at least.
Running to the kitchen and grabbing some food, you quickly ate wanting to go back to bed so you could have a break from these type of thoughts that seemed to cloud your mind, and once again sleep was your only giver of peace.
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Friday morning you spent almost a half hour just laying there debating if it was worth it to even go to school and risk a part 2 of yesterday.
‘I’ll just say I’m having a bad day and ask to do my work in the library’ you decided, almost forgetting to change out of his sweatshirt. Throwing on some sweatpants and one of your own sweatshirts, you got in your car and sped to school.
The day passed uneventfully, and just as suspected, you were able to hang out in the library for most of the day, haven been given a pass due to it being Friday.
As day became night, thoughts of Paul filled your mind, and you found yourself growing worried about tomorrow. You just didn’t know if you could afford anything else happening tomorrow.
‘Please let tomorrow go okay, that’s all I’m asking’ with those silent prayers in mind, you went to bed.
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11 rolled around sooner than you would have liked and Chase had arrived on the dot. You had to stifle a laugh when you first realized, also trying not to think about if he got here early so he could be on time. True to your word, you guys ordered some pizzas and studied most of the day, but you were also able to learn a lot more about Chase. It was actually kinda nice once he relaxed. He ended up leaving around 7 with an awkward hug and a promise to text you later and you were once again left alone.
‘Fuck this’ running upstairs, you grabbed Paul’s sweatshirt and headed out the back door.
Living near the woods definitely has its perks, like a trail behind your house to a clearing on the cliffs. You had discovered it when wondering around one summer and quickly made it a secret hideout for you and Paul. Paul was even able to bring over a bench that you and him painted. That summer had been one of the best, so carefree and filled with memories.
Making your way up the trail, you seem to have spotted the hunched over figure sitting in your bench a second too late. A little gasp left your mouth before you could stop it. You tried quietly leaving but before you could, he spoke up.
“I was wondering how long it would take him to leave” he said, standing up turning to face you.
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A/n: AHHHH IM SORRY, tmr tmr tmr tmr i promise!😂anyways I hope you enjoyed and don’t forget, if you’d like to be on the taglist simply leave a 👋 down below, thank you for reading, and have a great day😊❤️
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heather-puke · 2 years
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I posted 250 times in 2021
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For every post I created, I reblogged 3.0 posts.
I added 51 tags in 2021
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#people on the internet are so mean including me
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
just got home from audition #1 for the lion king and i just learned the audition dance and read some lines. tmr is for the audition song
im??
so??
scared??
im singing lifeboat from heathers bc its clean and short and it shows off my vocal range
hype me up yall
***this is a highschool play lmao***
19 notes • Posted 2021-11-30 23:54:19 GMT
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jd x kurt x ram UwU
mwaybe cwock teasing and bondage :3
tank you UwU
WHAT
W H A T
NUMBER ONE, I DONT DO FETISH ART!!! I DRAW PORTRAITS!!
NUMBER TWO, WHAT KIND OF ABUSIVE FREAK SHIP IS THAT???
NUMBER THREE, "cwock teasing and bondage"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
26 notes • Posted 2021-12-05 19:51:34 GMT
#3
putting candy store through google translate bc why not?
original:
H. CHANDLER:
Are we gonna have a problem?
You got a bone to pick?
You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?
I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch.
But I’m feeling nice.
Here’s some advice.
Listen up, biotch!
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
I like!
H. CHANDLER:
Lookin’ hot. Buying stuff they cannot
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
I like!
H. CHANDLER:
Drinkin’ hard.
Maxin’ Dad’s credit card
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
I like!
H. CHANDLER:
Skippin’ gym
Scaring her, Screwing him.
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
I like!
H. CHANDLER:
Killer clothes
HEATHERS:
Kickin’ nerds in the nose!
H. CHANDLER:
If you lack the balls
You can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
Woah!
H. CHANDLER:
Or you could come smoke
Pound some rum and coke
In my Porsha with the quarterback!
HEATHERS:
Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?
Welcome to my candy store!
It’s time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore.
Then step into my candy store!
H. CHANDLER & H. MCNAMARA:
Guys fall
H. DUKE:
At your feet
Pay the check
H. MCNAMARA:
Help you cheat
HEATHERS:
All you
H. DUKE:
Have to do
H. CHANDLER:
Say goodbye to Shamoo
HEATHERS:
That freak’s
H. MCNAMARA:
Not your friend I can tell in the end
HEATHERS:
If she
H. MCNAMARA:
Had your shot
HEATHERS:
She would leave you to rot
H. MCNAMARA:
‘Course if you don’t care...
Fine!
Go braid her hair!
Maybe Sesame Street is on.
HEATHERS:
Woah!
H. MCNAMARA:
Or forget the creep
H. DUKE:
And get in my jeep
H. CHANDLER:
Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn
HEATHERS:
Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?
Welcome to my candy store!
You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.
Then step into my candy store!
H. CHANDLER:
You can join the team
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
Or you can bitch and moan
H. CHANDLER:
You can live the dream
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
Or you can die alone
H. CHANDLER:
You can fly with eagles
HEATHERS: Or if you prefer
H. CHANDLER:
Keep on testing me
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
And end up like her!
MARTHA:
Veronica, look! Ram invited me to his homecoming party. This proves he’s been thinking about me.
VERONICA:
Color me stoked.
MARTHA:
I’m so happy!
H. DUKE:
Honey, whachu waiting fo—
H. CHANDLER:
SHUT UP, HEATHER!
H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:
Step into my candy store!
Time for you to prove you’re not a lame-ass anymore.
Then step into my candy store!
HEATHERS:
It’s my candy store
It’s my candy
It’s my candy store
It’s my candy
It’s my candy store
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translated:
H. CHANDLER:
Are we going to have a problem?
Have a lot to choose from?
You've come this far, why are you pulling my cock now?
I used to slap you in the face and everyone in the audience could watch.
But I feel good.
Here are some tips.
Listen bitch!
H. DUK and H. MACNAMARA:
I like it!
H. CHANDLER:
Looks sexy.
Buying things they can't
H. DUK and H. McNAMARA:
I love that!
H. CHANDLER:
Drink a lot.
Maxin 'Dad Credit Card
H. DUK and H. MACNAMARA:
I like it!
H. CHANDLER:
Go to the gym
Scare her, screw it up.
H. DUK and H. MACNAMARA:
I like it!
H. CHANDLER:
Killer clothes
HEATERS:
Kick nerds in the nose!
H. CHANDLER:
If you miss balls
You can go play with dolls
Let your mom make you a sandwich
H. DUK and H. MACNAMARA:
Wow!
H. CHANDLER:
Or you could go smoke
Taste rum and coke
I have a Porsche with a defender!
HEATERS:
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Darling, what are you waiting for?
Welcome to my pastry shop!
It's time for you to prove that you are no longer a failure.
Then go to my pastry shop!
H. CHANDLER and H. McNAMARA:
Guys fall
G. Duke:
At your feet
Pay check
H. MACNAMARA:
Help cheat
HEATERS:
You all
G. Duke:
Need to do
H. CHANDLER:
Say goodbye to Shamu
HEATERS:
This freak
H. MACNAMARA:
Not your friend, I can tell at the end
HEATERS:
If she
H. MACNAMARA:
Was your shot
HEATERS:
She will leave you to rot
H. MACNAMARA:
Of course, you care
Fine!
Go and braid her hair!
Maybe Sesame Street is coming.
HEATERS:
Wow!
H. MACNAMARA:
Or forget about the creep
G. Duke:
Kiss the girls in my jeep
H. CHANDLER:
Let's tear somebody's lawn
Heathers:
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Honey, what are you waiting for?
Welcome to my candy store!
You have to prove that you are no longer a cat.
Then step into my candy store!
H. Chandler:
You can join the team
H. Duke & H. McNamara:
Or you can moan in bed
H. Chandler:
You can live your dreams
H. Duke & H. McNamara:
Or you can die alone
H. Chandler:
You can fly with an eagle
Heather: Or as needed
H. Chandler:
Keep testing me
H. Duke & H. McNamara:
And you will be like her!
Marpa:
Veronica, look!
Ram invited me to his welcome party.
This proves that he was thinking of me.
Veronica:
The color fanned me.
Marpa:
I am very happy!
G. Duke:
What are you waiting for sexy?
H. Chandler:
Shut your up, Heather!
H.DUK and H.MACNAMARA:
Come to my pastry shop!
It's time to prove that you're no longer a fool.
Then come to my pastry shop!
Heater:
This is my pastry shop
This is my sweet
This is my pastry shop
This is my sweet
This is my pastry shop
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"Kiss the girls in my jeep"
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thisoneisstrange · 3 years
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OK IM BACK. LETS DO THIS. This is going to be broken down into sections because i’m a mess and this cannot be.
Ok. J’onn first
I’m dying. this is one of the first times we actually hear him say “i consider her a daughter”. like, we already knew this, Winn called it like four years ago, but it still means something. him also saying “i need to leave my emotions behind and focus on being a soldier” IS GONNA COME BACK AND BITE HIM IN THE BUTT SOON I CAN JUST TELL. Because his emotional connection to the Danvers Sisters tm is basically what’s keeping him going. trying to find his daughter figures and keeping them safe and alive is THE ONLY THING PROPELLING HIM FORWARD. Yknow except for M’gann. this is gonna come back to haunt him soon. him snapping at Silas was also not ok, but we can understand why he did it. Alex/Kelly: there relationship was definitely a main focus in this episode, given that it’s focused on trying to get Kara back from the phantom zone, and obviously they’re a part of it. but the main focus was Alex (not) telling Kelly about Supergirls identity, but Kelly picking it up through context clues. because we all know that Kelly is extremely observant. a pair of glasses and a ponytail wouldn’t have fooled her in the slightest. but the fact that either the writers slipped up or they just didn’t write that scene where Alex actually verbalizes that Kara is supergirl is a huge mistake. like when Alex says “i don’t know if karas coming back/ i can’t live in a world without her” (paraphrasing) and the Welcome Home Kara sign is just URGHHHHHHHHHH because they should have at least touched in it after Lena had told her to tell her, because that leaves a lot to speculation. which i know is what the writers do best but PLEASE. Lex: Lex FUCKING lLuthor deserves all of the bad karma right now. IM PISSED AS SHIT. i mean, leave it to a manipulator to pull the “they’re just women and they’re clouded by emotions” card like what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!?!??!! Like, u want to have Lena investigated when SHES. OT THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY WENT THROUGH WITH THE MIND CONTROLLING. No offense to Mr. Cryer but if i could fight one fictional character it would be lex luthor. well, him and Severus Snape but that’s a different story. AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON LILLIAN AND THE JURERS. Like, leave it to the white men to fucking AQUITT HIM. Like ofc u don’t find him guilty. URGHHHHH IM GONNA START PULLING MY HAIR OUT. And then Lillian thinks that she can just SWITCH UP??? LIKE PICK A SIDE DEAR. Brainia: @ the supergirl writers. please leave my babies alone. they haven’t done anything to you. Supercorp: not very much of a supercorp episode, but they gave us a lot last week, and this one wasn’t focused on it so i can let it slide. Thank you for letting me rant and congratulations if you’ve made it to the end!! I’m going to go to sleep, but i will probably be back tmr ranting again about stuff i forgot. enjoy the peace and may the odds be ever in your favor :)
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Congratulations! Can i please have a 🔥 for Enola Holmes , the Maze runner and Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus ship? Im a girl (17 years old) , bisexual , ENFP and a Gryffindor .I absolutely adore baking/cooking, skateboarding , photography and all kinds of art ( painting, theatre , music etc.).Im also into astrology and love reading about conspiracy theories and urban legends.🍪
I’m an extrovert with a pretty loud laugh , I love going to parties and telling jokes.Im also really protective of my friends and a loyal person ( the mom friend). I always stand by what i believe is right and defend anyone who needs it. Some of the things i dislike are coca cola , chihuahuas and close minded people. Hope thats enough , thank you in advance!🍪
Enola Holmes:
I ship you with Enola Holmes!
first of all, enfp’s are very independent, so you definitely need someone who will give you room to do your own thing while also being supportive and if that isn’t enola, then what is?
she 100% believes in autonomy while also being fairly practical - something that is needed if the two of you are going to be together.
i feel like you have so many interests and are pulled in so many directions, you need someone who can keep up with you as well as catch your eye - and enola holmes has so much going on at all times, it will always be a romp, hanging out with her.
furthermore, enola has probably dabbled in the majority of your interests, so she will either do them with you, try them out, or just watch you (because let’s be real here - enola on a skateboard in a modern au? a disaster waiting to happen). 
i believe wholeheartedly that enola loves your conspiracy theories and urban legends, and who knows? maybe the two of you will set out to prove some of them. sherlock will say the two of you are wasting your time because he doesn’t believe in stuff like that, and while enola may not believe in all of them, she would still listen to you ramble.
enola loves the fire in you - the way you stand up for what you believe in and your utter enthusiasm for life. she’s constantly surrounded by her brothers who are pretty jaded, and she often needs someone to remind her that the future is up to her - that this world can be whatever she makes of it.
enola definitely appreciates your art - she’s probably terrible at it herself, seeing as she doesn’t have much patience - but she loves to look at yours and listen to you ramble about it
and while you both lack a some practicality when it comes to daily struggles like upkeep or what have you, you both work on it together, and it’s something the both of you will remind the other in passing
enola has taken to writing on sticky notes to remember to do things, and you give each other arbitrary rewards for having done those basic tasks.
or, maybe you will do some baking if enola consistently does the dishes and she will buy you film for your camera if you manage to get all the laundry done for the week.
you both are very passionate people, so i imagine there’s always a bit of chaos, but you are both very extroverted, fun-loving people, so it’s never obnoxious (to the two of you, anyway)
i imagine the two of you end up doing a lot of active things - like going on walks or going to strip malls and window shopping. you just like to do things that keep you in forward motion or do things that seem new and exciting.
TMR:
I ship you with Minho!
first of all, both of you are energetic, passionate people. both of you are constantly doing something, searching for a way out of the maze or a way to live just a bit better. the two of you would never give up on finding a way out, and no doubt that means the two of you end up convincing others not to give up, too.
and you both are willing to stand up for what you know is right, or for those people you believe in! you probably both end up advocating for the same person on occasion, and maybe that’s what first makes you both notice the other.
and at the little parties that the gladers have, you and minho are always in the thick of things, laughing and making jokes. it’s a way that the two of you are able to destress and pretend like things are normal.
on a few nights when you can’t sleep, you go out to look at the sky and think about what all of this means - the maze, the grievers, and everything else. you’re mind can go into overdrive, considering all of the different possibilities, but it feels good to have answers, even if they are fabricated.
one night, minho can’t sleep either, and he finds you. the two of you talk late into the night, about everything and everything, and the two of you swap conspiracies and talk about the few memories you have and what they could mean. mostly, both of you just remember fear.
and when you get emotional and your mind starts to race, minho is able to bring you back from the edge. he has a steadiness to him that isn’t found in many other places, and it’s comforting.
and in a modern au, minho would love to skateboard. he’s still a runner, mostly, but he’d go to skateparks with you and you would both be terrible at patching up scrapes and bruises, but you’d both have lots of fun
minho also probably has the best taste in music - he’s especially fond of the kind of music that just embodies teen angst - so the two of you would swap music all the time
ngl, minho probably dislikes chihuahua’s too... yappy dogs aren’t his style.
getting minho into the arts would be a laugh - he’d probably be most keen to photography - but he’d listen to you while you ramble about your art. he wouldn’t understand it, but he’d love that you love it.
i feel like your relationship would be high energy all the time, but you’d get deep talks in between your shenanigans - minho probably isn’t into opening up, so it’s a process.
PJO/HOO:
I ship you with Percy Jackson!
admittedly, i don’t remember much about pjo, so this might be a little rough.
i think percy needs someone with energy - someone who can keep up with him and his killer quests and manage to have fun of them
and we all know that percy is a skater boi so....
when percy learns that you bake and cook! he’s going to make some good food with you, teaching you the art that is blue food. it’s very sweet and the two of you are definitely messy bakers, but it’s more about the experience than the actual food, right?
i also feel like percy would appreciate your painting and photography! i feel like percy has these really emo moments™ that will hit him out of nowhere, and he’d probably experience a lot of those when looking at art. he just has time to look within himself, y’know?
he’d get all the feels from your work and would assure you that even though he’s crying, it’s really good! 
and something i think is important to your relationship is that you can get percy to relax. this man deserves a break, so the fact that you are able to get him to take some quiet, calm moments means everything. furthermore, you’re so observant! you can tell when the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders, and you are able to swoop in and give him a well deserved break.
you’re just like “let. percy. REST.” or that meme where it’s like *person a gets a papercut* person b: gods, hasn’t he been through enough?
and both of you are so loyal, i can just see your relationship working really well. percy deserves a protective significant other, and i 100% believe you could fill those shoes.
also, the fact that camp half-blood is probably the biggest conspiracy theory the world could ever fathom makes your interest in conspiracies all the more funny - you and percy both are trying to constantly prove theories because if chb exists, imagine how many others are real! and annabeth is sobbing because she just wants one (1) day without your shenanigans. 
also, ummm, percy is a slytherin and a slytherin x gryffindor relationship has so much potential for teasing and prank wars don’t @ me
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change up. | lee chan
inspired by change up by seventeen and grease, yes, the movie (you’ll understand why in a second don’t you worry)
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university au!
nerd!chan x class clown!y/n
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chan spent his times in his books, in his studies, in ‘always looking in the future’. he never took a break. but towards the end of his senior year of high school, his parents wanted to reward his hard work and studious efforts. it was post-finals, he finished, he got into the university he dreamed of. 
he was free, finally.
so the trip began, his family packed their bags and the road trip to Daecheon Beach from Iksan. chan and his younger brother remained silent most of the ride, chan's brother playing on his phone, occasionally showing chan the new character he unlocked.
"you're going to fry your brain because of those games," chan scoffs, lifting his head up from reading.
"you're going to become evil because of all those scary books you read."
"then, let me."
the two brothers laugh and slowly immerse themselves into their activities and as the sun sets, the two fall into a deep sleep.
four more hours later and the sun began to warm chan's face, they have arrived.
y/n's parents allowed her to pick this year's summer family vacation, her older sister picked last year and her older brother did the year before. they've been to the us, europe, japan but she just wanted to stay home. but her family just didn't allow that so she picked the beach. 
"THE BEACH? Y/N ARE YOU KIDDING?" her sister wasn't here for that, but her brother backed her up, "hey less money spending for us then. we wouldn't need to exchange money, buy flight tickets, bla bla blah."
"exactly." y/n proud of her decision.
"alright, i guess we could go visit my hometown's beach then," y/n's dad shrugs looking at her mother, who was nodding in agreement, "ok, saving money this trip, I like it. we could stay at mom's house then," it was set.
y/n packing her bags, excited to just bathe in the sun, swim, eat her grandmother's food again, this was her trip.
the car ride was absolutely chaotic.
y/n gained the entire back seat to herself with her two older siblings stuck ripping each others' heads off in the middle seats.
"I WILL GIVE YOU TWO MY LAST TWO POCKY IF YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW." 
"ok bet," her brother held out his hand as his little sister handed him a strawberry pocky packet and her older sister then received her chocolate pocky.
"thank you," y/n bathes in the silence as she goes back to her drama.
the two met at y/n's grandmother's restaurant. y/n was peeling oranges as chan's family walks in, if you're offered to earn some money on vacation, you take it, y/n dropped the peeler, telling her grandma she can take this table.
chan pushed up his glasses as he looks up at the possibly cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. she was definitely she was shorter than him, her hair held back in two braids, she kept her pen behind her ear and she looked just like how chan envisions the female characters in the classic novels he reads.
"hi welcome to kitchen by paradise, i'm y/n and i will be your server today and if you have any questions about any items on the menu, i'll be more than happy to recommend you anything! now, could i get you all anything to drink?"
chan's mom ordered water, his dad got a cola, his brother banana milk and chan didn't have a clue.
"and for you?" y/n says as she turns her attention towards chan.
"u-um. um. do-do-o you guys have any specialty drinks?"
"oh yeah! we grow our own oranges so we have a whole specialty of drinks. we have an orange-hibiscus iced tea, an orangeade, an orange-pineapple refresher and an orange mint sunrise."
"could i get the orange-pineapple one? please?"
"of course, that's my personal favorite," y/n smiles and chan could've sworn his heart melted, "i will get those ready for you guys and again, if you guys have any questions, call out for y/n!"
"thank you!" chan's parents chimed in as y/n walks away.
"channie has a crush channie has a crush." 
"i will drown you." chan glares at his little brother as his cheeks began to flush.
chan never knew he could fall so easily, i guess this is what happens when you're not focused on studying instead of girls, but this charismatic waitress got his attention.
chan watched y/n peel oranges and make the drink he had ordered, almost feeling bad because the drink looked so tedious to make. he saw the tray of drinks coming their way as she finishes pouring the yellow-orangey iced drink.
"here we go!" she places the drinks at the table, handing each drink to its rightful owner, "so are we ready to order?"
y/n took everyone's orders and y/n couldn't help but giggle at this nerdy guy stuttering ordering his seafood bibibimbap.
he's cute i can't deny it.
"alright let me repeat your guys' order and i'll send this to the kitchen!"
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chan's family finished their meals and had left while y/n was on her break, disappointing chan, so he jumped to this opportunity. his 18 y/o heart couldn't believe himself that he left his number for this cute waitress he just met, i mean she probably is a local here and i'm here for the next two weeks.
y/n couldn't believe either. she smiled that that dorky kid thought she was cute, so she saved his number, texting him around sunset.
to orange boy: hey! this is y/n!
to server girl: hi! i'm chan i can't believe you actually saved my number ha
to orange boy: i just had to thank the guy who called me cute and also thinks my favorite drink is good because its our least popular haha
to server girl: thats surprising its rly good omg
to orange boy: so are you free tomorrow?
to server girl: i think my family is just hanging out tmr why?
to orange boy: my grandma is sending me to the market tomorrow to pick up some ingredients and i know you're here for vacation and i know im just a stranger but idk want to explore the coast tmr?
chan couldn't believe it, in his 18 years of his life, he is being asked to go out. with a girl. and she isn't trying to steal his study book.
y/n couldn't believe herself, she just asked a stranger to go out with her.
to server girl: i'm down wanna pick me up?
to orange boy: tmr 12pm i'll bring us lunch 
to server girl: sounds like a plan, so whats your favorite color?
the two spent all night getting to know each other, learning they're the same age, chan was older by a month and a half, y/n's favorite color is every color and said some picasso joke making chan laugh in his hotel room. they both felt like they've known each other for years.
the next day came and y/n packed her backpack and her scooter for the day, writing down the list her grandmother has told her the night before and then sending a text to chan for his address.
"I'M TAKING THE SCOOTER!" y/n yells as she runs down the stairs, "TEXT ME IF YOU NEED ME!"
her family all replying as they hear her leave.
as she makes it to the garage, she ensures she brings the second helmet.
this is a vacation. the wind blowing in her hair as she follows the directions to chan's hotel. her dark blue scooter shimmering in the sunlight and she arrives in front of chan's hotel, rich kid huh?
to orange boy: outside by the lobby!!
chan was already in the lobby for the past ten minutes, didn't want to look like a complete weirdo and come out right when she texted so he waited for a good minutes before walking out. he was wanted to be casual, didn't want to screw anything up with her.
"hey! chan over here!" he walked out seeing the pretty girl from the restaurant on a blue electric scooter? taking off her helmet waving her hand around. he smiled and waved back as he walked towards her.
"this is tomi, my trusty stead," she smiles proudly at her scooter making chan stifle a laugh, leading y/n to laugh at his poor hiding of a laugh, "this is yours, hop on!"
"did not expect this to be the start of my day," he laughs as he puts on the helmet, he gets on the back of the scooter and before y/n turns on the scooter, she grabs chan's arms and to his surprise, wraps them around her stomach, "we're going fast so i don't want you falling off," she turns and smiles at him. what am i feeling right now? butterflies swarm around the two teenagers' stomachs, falling in love before they've even gone out.
"oh o-ok."
and they were off. 
y/n parked the scooter in her usual spot, the noise of the market sang to her and before getting off, she introduces the market, "welcome to daecheon market where old men try to peddle tourists and where local teenagers find the best clothes AND one stand has the BEST fruit produce." 
"y/n i think i should just call you fruit girl because you seem very enthusiastic about them," chan smirks
"i dare you to, orange boy."
"alright fruit girl."
the two laugh as they barely even notice chan's arms are still around y/n, y/n begins to take off her helmet right before she bumps chan in the face with her helmet.
"OH MY GOD! i am so sorry chan oh my god im sorry oh my god i-"
"y/n its ok really," chan laughs at her worried look, "i'm all good no bleeding see?"
"alright im still super sorry i kind of forgot i had a passanger with me," she nervously laughs, im such an idiot what is wrong w me wtf y/n
chan hops off and helps y/n down, "thank you, sir," y/n bows.
"you are very welcome madam," chan bows back, leading them both to laugh once more because of their dorkiness.
"here hold this," y/n opens the scooter compartment and hands chan a camera, "thats my prized possession, keep it safe." she pretends to glare at him but ending up laughing anyways, "you're on picture duty and i am on food duty," y/n pulls out a picnic basket and a large water bottle, "before we explore lets eat!"
y/n leads chan down to a secluded area next to the market, "my siblings and i love coming down here and eating lunch and playing ball. its our secret hideout, and you are a new member of paradise cove, mr chan."
"i'm honored," chan couldn't believe how comfortable he felt around her, a stranger that he had a very long text conversation last night about their favorite colors and whether or not aliens exist. y/n couldn't believe either. why did she feel so bubbly around a kid she met on the job at her grandmother's restaurant?
chan helped her put out a small picnic blanket from the basket and y/n began to pull out the food, “so i remembered your order from the other day and grandma pulled through and made some more this morning and a special touch, an orange-pineapple refresher. dig in!”
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their picnic was nothing but boring, time passed so quickly while they talked more about the city and high school and where they want to go for univerity, and what they want to be. a convesation nether of the two have had with another human being. they both took some pictures while they were at it, y/n always doing some silly pose when chan had the camera and chan always looking away from the camera. they were comfortable with one another. 
“so, let’s explore the market shall we?” chan standing up, offering his hand to her, she was hesistant at first, “come on y/n i don’t bite,” he laughs, looking away. feeling odd with  his hand out for so long, he looks back at her smiling this time, “i’m feeling a cramp coming on”
standing up, she grabs his hand and pulls him close to her, both of their faces flushed now. y/n had NO idea what she was doing, “can i?” she looked at his lips and then back up at his eyes, prepare for any reaction
“yes,” once y/n heard his answer, his hand caressed the side of y/n’s face and pressed their lips together, almost melting into the kiss. y/n felt her cheeks burn up, the kiss lasted a few seconds but felt like an eternity. pulling away, the two laughed with their eyes closed and foreheads pressed against each other, “so the market?” y/n slowly opened her eyes, seeing the flustered boy in front of her interlocking their hands together.
“i thought you were the romantic,” he smiles back.
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two spent nearly everyday together. y/n told chan she didn’t live in daecheong, they both knew they were both on vacation and the day one of them was leaving was soon appoarching them. “what will you do without me?” “cry.” “shut up chan” “you asked i answered~!”
chan didn’t want to believe but neither did y/n. their two weeks was up, y/n helped chan pack. “are you really going to cry?” “y/n you’re my first kiss, my first love, my first crush, the first girl that actually has gotten my attention so what do you think?” “now, you’re going to make me cry.” she pouts “y/n you have my number, i have my license, you have a kickass scooter. we have ways to still see each other even if that means our universities are miles apart, we can do this.”
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to orange boy: i miss you
they couldn’t do it. the long distance lasted about a month and then school started.
to server girl: i’m sorry
chan was at yonsei university and back to his old ways. head in the books, no partying no social interaction just studying. this physical therapy major wasn’t moving an inch.
now, what chan didn’t know was y/n was ALSO at yonsei. this visual arts major was the biggest party animal on campus. she ruled frat parties and she was a good students. her professors loved her and her charm.
- ten months later -
HALLOWEEN
“CHAN! you have to come dude!” chan’s roommate, xuxi, begs him. xuxi was the polar opposite of chan, same age same major COMPLETELY different social class.
“no ‘xi for the last time, i’m not a party guy.”
“chan please dude, its a costume party, nobody will know its you.” chan began to consider it, when was the last time i had fun?
“what are you dressing up as?”  “i’m going to be capt. american because im going as the avengers with mark and the other guys. if you don’t want to be recognized then wear a mask, be a masquarade ball dude? idk wear a suit and a mask, be that DUDE”
“i’m in.” here we go lee chan
to server girl: finally going out with the boys for the first time hope you’re well i miss you
y/n read the text almost immediately, “i wonder where he’s going?”
“who?” y/n’s roommate jungeun asled as she’s doing her makeup.
“some summer fling, he just texted me after like three months.”
“he’s more than a summer fling hon if you saw his text so fast.”
“shut up”
“kiss me,” jungeun stuck her tongue out at her, “so what are you dressing up as y/n?”
“poision ivy, mark said they’re going to be the avengers and so i’m showing him up and being dc’s sexiest villian.”
“you’re such a heartbreaker miss y/n let the boy breathe, he may have cheated but-”
“but nothing! he treated me like a one night stand and i wanted more! im going all out!”
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chan looked at himself one more time in the mirror and xuxi walked behind him in his captain america outfit, “my son you look so fucking good,” pretending to tear up
“shut up,” chan rolled my eyes, sitting back down on his bunk, “should i still go?”
“YES! you look good dude! can’t even recognize you, you look so different and the contacts? you’re really hiding your identity with this one channie.”
“this is the only night we get to be other people so,” he puts on his lacey masquarade mask he bought from target, ‘let’s go.”
xuxi wraps his arm around him, “LETS FUCKING GO!”
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“MISS Y/N YOU DID THAT HONEY!”
jungeun and y/n nearly in shock of how well this costume curves around her body.
“green is your color girl,” jungeun sighs, “you knock them dead baby.”
“you look amazing yourself j OMG ms daphne over here.”
“I’m finding my fred tonight ok?” she smiles as she ties her scarf around her neck.
y/n places her red mask on, “i’m heading out!”
“HANG ON!” y/n was practically out the door before jungeon runs out, “ok ready.”
“let’s go fuck shit up.”
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the party was everything chan was not used to, drinking, loud music, people EVERYWHERE, you could say he was slightly overwhelmed. 
you could say he also wasn't used to the attention around him, girls coming up to ask if they wanna hook up or take a shot with him which he declined all of them until she walked in.
ms poison ivy walked in.
it was about 30 minutes after the party started and y/n walked in like she owned the place, jungeon next to her, y/n walked in red heels and green latex in its full glory.
"i'll go get us drinks!" jungeon pracatically screams in y/n's ear.
"OK!" now alone, chan saw this as an opportunity, still not knowing who that was or even who he was in this moment he walked up to her.
"hi!" y/n was drawn back but the handsome stranger in front of her
"HI!"
"I THINK YOU LOOK REALLY PRETTY!"
"THANK YOU! I THINK YOU LOOK PRETTY HOT YOURSELF! LET ME GUESS, a VAMPIRE?"
the music got increasingly louder as this conversation went on so chan yelled back, "NOT EXACTLY, IM A MASQUERADE BALL HOST"
y/n felt eyes beaming her up and down and she saw him, mark, and before he could come any closer, y/n kissed this handsome stranger in front of him.
chan had no idea what was going on but he really didn't care anymore, this kiss began to be a full makeout session in the middle of the dance floor.
"IM SORRY BUT DO YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE?"
"YEAH I DO ACTUALLY"
 both of them walk out of the loud frat house, "so who do i owe this honor to mr masquerade man?"
"chan, i'm chan. how about you?"
"i'm sorry did you say c-chan?"
y/n hasn't heard that name in what feels like ages until today.
"yes? is something wrong?"
was it really him?
"no its just i knew someone named chan awhile back, ha." she sadly smiled.
it can't be him chan was never this bold.
"ah i see, how about you ms poison ivy?"
"y/n"
"y/n huh?"
"yes, what about it?
"do you still have that blue scooter?" chan takes off his mask and turns to face the girl he's been wondering about for so long.
"c-chan?"
"long time no see huh?"
"i-i-i didn't even recognize you? where're your glasses? did you get your braces off too? your hair's lighter, you look really good, chan," she sighs in disbelief.
"college does stuff to you i guess," he nervously rubs the nape of his neck, "and you? wow. i didn't think someone could look so gorgeous in latex." he smiles all goofy.
"chan."
"y/n?"
pulling herself into his chest, "i've missed you, im sorry for being an asshole, im sorry for saying those things i shouldve held on im sorry im-"
"nothing is your fault y/n, look at me," he pulls her out of his chest, "i'm here now! we just needed time i guess," he lets out a small laugh.
"now you're the jokester mr lee."
"lets restart. hi im chan."
"hi im y/n," she smiles and takes his hand in hers, "lets never leave again."
"yes ms poison ivy."
“never call me that again.”
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aiogura · 4 years
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reviewing the past 3 races because MY GOD were they crazy...
fyi im not gonna talk ab moto2 and moto3 that much bcs i cant remember half the shit that went on during the races bcs so many things were happening. and these are my opinions so pls dont come for me oops.
i am a marc marquez stan (pfp?!?) so my opinions are kinda biased but every rider from moto3 - motogp are my babies and i want to coddle them and protect them from satan's harm.
Brno:
1. BRAD BBY U DESERVE THAT HUN KTM'S GODSENT HUNNY U DO U BB
2. ZARCO'S MIRACULOUS LONG LAP PENALTY
it wasnt his fault at all, literally pol is troublesome as hell akfhskhd
3. AND THEN that podium by him ohmy i was crying luv xx
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Austria:
1. my god was it a mess, where do i begin?
im so thankful that everyone is okay, hafizh, franky, zarco and enea and everyone else in those incidents.
ily vale and mav and i may shit on you two sometimes but i love you two and im glad u two are fine!!
2. dovi DESERVED that win my god u deserve the world and i love u sm and i hope u finally win the championship this year please x
3. JOAN! i still remember moto3 days, i was literally ur biggest fan and i still rmb when u liked my comment hehe my first of many motogp riders' notices!! but yes!!!!! u! deserved! it! (yes everyone deserves a podium and a win) and im so happy for u hehe
4. i swear to god people need to stop sending zarco death threats like u guys are disgusting??? like yes it was his fault in the accident but no one deserves to 'go die' bcs of their mistakes. racers, drivers and riders all know the risks of motorsports and it happens. it happens.
5. on a happier note, petrucci vs aleix. thats it. thats point 5. .
6. oliviera raging in his garage?? hello reality tv who??? and pol is dumb i hate him, poor oli #deservedbetter
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styrian:
1. MAAM MAVERICK VINALES TAKE A FUCKING BOW. AMAZING REACTION LUV x
yamaha in absolute shambles (i kinda love to see it, like come on ducati, ktm, suzuki and every other team except for yamaha bcs we want a championship and a half)
brake, engine, tech problems? and i oop-
2. Taka bb.. u got scammed so hard. u deserved that podium THAT FUCKING PODIUM. if u dont get it in misano im flying over to italy and making the track limits shorter so that everyone gets an exceeding track limit penalty and u win x
3. joan bb u got scammed of a win, but ur contributions and donation had been helpful to get OLIVIERA THE WIN HE DESERVED so thank u bb, u'll get them next time;))
4. OLI OLI OLI. tb to moto2 when i wanted u to win the championship but sadly pecco won it and i was sososososos disappointed bcs u HAD IT. but baby, look how the tables has turned! congrats luv today is UR DAY and CELEBRATE IT like theres no tomorrow xx
5. no one is saying it enough so I AM GOING TO SAY IT. VIVA MILLER. TORN LIGAMENT AND STILL PLACED SECOND LIKE HELLO?? DID EVERYONE JUST BECAME MARC???
6. THE CHAMPIONSHIP IS SO CLOSE. my god motogp rlly said lets make 2020 OURS and pull up with this shit ALRIGHT LOVE.
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alright so conclusion?
-marc ily but pls recover FULLY and just never come back until next season ty bb ily rest well!!
•pecco
•taka
•iker
•alex (marquez)
•franky
~oh? why am i listing? just the people that should get a podium in 2020 bcs whythefucknot:)
-i need friends to talk abt motogp pls i need to rant MY FEELINGS. tyvm.
-anyone have full videos of the races bcs im poor and im a cheapskate so yes anyway im going to bed, i have two exams tmr and i need the sleep good night.
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cityofimagines · 5 years
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Heat of the Moment - Thomas (TMR) x Reader
Request: Can you do a Thomas tmr smut where the reader gets taken and after their reunited Thomas makes his feeling known because he’s scared to loose her again?!
A/N: sorry for the wait on this one!! i kinda tested out a new writing style with this being in thomas’s pov & ive been trying to write it for days & days but i think i finally got it 🤪 hope you like it :)
Warnings: fluffy smut if that makes sense...writing this made me emo & im not even a thomas girl hahaha
Thomas’s P.O.V
It feels like the past few hours have sped by in about 30 seconds. 
We escaped the maze. We did it. Somehow. Minho, Newt, Frypan, Teresa, (y/n), Winston and I made it out alive. A few others weren’t so lucky, but I’ve decided to push those vivid memories to the back of my mind for now. 
Then suddenly we were in a helicopter. I had Chuck’s blood all over me, tears filling my eyes, and absolutely no sense of clarity in my brain. Until I looked at her. 
(y/n) was- is my right hand girl. My partner. Her and I were both runners back in the Glade, and then we escaped together. She made it as far as anyone else, to this crazy building we were currently being held in with a bunch of other kids our age that had almost the same experiences as us. 
When we got into this building, they separated us into different sections of one big room to get “checked out,” whatever that means. They took me behind a curtain and sat me in a chair. They did the same with Newt, Minho, Fry, Teresa and Winston. But (y/n) was different. They took her into a completely separate room. 
I remember yelling out her name and I remember her quickly whipping her head back to me. She opened her mouth to say something but the guards that were holding her shouted at her to “hurry up” and pulled her in the opposite direction. I remember seeing the fear in her eyes and hating myself for being strapped into a chair and not being able to do anything.
Eventually they let us go, which leads us to where we are now. We’re all currently in a small, stuffy room sitting on bunkbeds, staring at the ceiling. My mind was absolutely racing at the thought of what they could be doing to (y/n). I can’t lose her. I can’t.
That girl is everything to me. She doesn’t know it, but she is. She kept me sane in that maze every day. She is the only one who knows how to constantly put a smile on my face when I feel like shit. Not having her with me right now is killing me. 
“She’s gonna be fine Tommy. Don’t worry.” Newt said quietly from the bed above me. I never actually told anyone how I feel about her, but deep down they all know.
“Thanks Newt.”
I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my racing heart and racing mind constantly reminding me of my missing piece. I cannot believe I let her go so easily. I should’ve stepped in her place. How could I let this happen? The one person I know I genuinely love and I let her go. 
What felt like hours passed, and nothing. 
“How long have we been in here?” I asked.
“Dunno, about 45 minutes?” Minho said. I dropped my head dramatically into my hands. 
“Fuck.” I whispered. 
“Hey man...she’ll be okay. I’m pretty sure I heard her say they’re gonna bring her back.” Minho explained. I had no idea if he was being serious or not, but even if he wasn’t I still had hope that she would be reunited with us soon.
“I still can’t believe we’re out. Like we’re out of the maze and we’re he-” Fry started but was soon cut off by the loud creaking of our metal door opening. All of a sudden I heard a loud “thud” followed by some shouting. 
“Here’s your friend. Now all of you, out to dinner. NOW!” They yelled and slammed the door behind them. 
“(Y/N)?!” I yelled, more to myself than anyone else. I stared at her body on the floor for a split second before I came to my senses. I immediately ran over and picked her up. 
“Thomas.” She said and practically fell into my arms. 
“Oh my God thank goodness you’re okay.” Teresa exclaimed and wrapped her arms around her best friend from the other side. 
“We’re so glad you’re alright.” Newt said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She was still mainly in my embrace while everyone else came over to console her. 
A few minutes later, there was another bang on our door. “EVERYBODY IN THE COMMON ROOM, NOW!” 
(y/n) let go of me and looked around. “I’m okay. You guys go.” 
“No.” I began. “You guys go ahead. I’ll stay here with (y/n). I don’t need anymore of us getting in trouble.” I said. 
“You sure?” Newt asked. 
“Positive. Really, go ahead.” I persisted. 
“Okay.” Newt shrugged. “I trust you. Come get us if you need anything.” And with that, they all walked out the door, leaving (y/n) and I alone. 
“Thomas?” She said in barely a whisper. 
“What is it babe?” I said using the nickname for her that accidentally slipped out one day during one of our runs through the maze. She smirked and raised an eyebrow, but never said anything to me directly about it. I just kept up with calling her that and it stuck. 
“Will you hold me?”
“Of course.”
I wrapped my arms around her tightly and put my head in the crook of her neck. Her breathing started slowing over time. I rubbed my hands up and down her back softly. I wish I knew what was on her mind right now.
A few minutes later she pulled away. She looked into my eyes for a split second and the next thing I knew, she was doing the thing that I had been too much of a wuss to do for 7 months. 
Her lips were locked on mine. Hair was tangled, desperate hands were running up and down each other’s bodies, and hot breath tickled my neck. This was everything I wanted for as long as I could remember. 
“Let me make you feel good baby.” I pleaded. She nodded. 
Soon enough lips were back on lips. I made the first move and began to kiss her neck. She moaned softly which made my knees weak. Her hands trailed to the hem of my blue t shirt, and soon enough I felt cold, soft fingers tracing my burning skin. 
“Thomas...” She said. I led her to one of the beds behind us. I sat down and she straddled me. We kissed for a few more seconds before I quickly took my shirt off. I saw her eyes scan my newly exposed body which only made me want to do the same with her. 
“Can I take this off?” I asked softly, tugging on the hem of her shirt. 
“Please.” I gently helped her out of the long sleeve she was in, and threw it somewhere unknown on the floor. I kissed her shoulders and collarbones as her hands ran up and down my back. 
“Look at you...my gorgeous girl.” I breathed. She responded by kissing me, hard. I took that to mean she was ready for the next step. 
Pants came off, and bodies were exposed. Silliness invaded our intimate time when she accidentally hit her head on the bottom of the top bunk when we went to lay down. 
“You okay babe?” I asked smiling. 
“Never better.” She replied. 
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
“Yes. Please. I want all of you.” She whispered. 
“(y/n)?” I said. 
“Yeah?” 
I paused, unsure if the timing was right. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that this was the perfect time to tell her. We had just been through hell and back together and now we’re in this perfect, emotional moment. This is it. No going back now. 
“I love you.” I said without giving it a second thought. Once I said it, I knew it was right. I’ve loved her for a long time, and this moment with her right now has absolutely confirmed that for me. 
She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes. “I love you too Thomas.” 
I felt my heart physically skip a beat at her words. All I could do was lean down and kiss her again. “Are you ready?” I whispered against her lips. 
“Yes.” She said. 
I slowly pushed into her, giving her time to adjust to the feeling. My mouth dropped open at the feeling of her warmth around me. I noticed her face scrunch up slightly and I grabbed her hand. I pressed soft, gentle kisses to her knuckles. 
“Are you okay?” 
“Yeah...just give me a second.” She said. After a few moments, “You can move now. I’m okay.” 
I kissed her nose before pushing the rest of the way in. I started slowly thrusting inside of her. The kisses got more passionate as time went on, moans became more frequent, and skin glistened from the heat of the moment. She looked perfect. 
“Fuck Thomas...I’m- I’m getting c-close.” She said. Her hand grabbed onto my shoulder as she bounced underneath me. 
“Me too baby girl. You can let go. I’ve got you.” I said. 
With that, she hit her release, with me not too long after. I pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed. 
“That was amazing.” She said. 
“Yes it was.” I nodded. 
“Thank you.” She said softly. I turned to look at her. 
“I love you.” 
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pinkchannies · 6 years
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cheesier than cheesecake
i got inspired to write this on my 5 hours flight to hong kong bcz i ate cake on my way to the airport and miraculously wrote this on my flight in one go
also heading to hong kong eh wink wink nudge nudge @ agust d //slapped
well here's a jin oneshot because kim seokjin is my number one man and bias in bts and we need some shoulder man love in our lives amirite
laksndowxjoe i couldn't post this earlier bECAUSE WIFI AND MY COM WASN'T COOPERATING :(( sob well ok here i am posting it now LMAO bless wifi pls live
genre:  fluff , is this considered comedy, crack has slipped into this fic again
requested:  no 
pairing:  seokjin x reader
author notes: reader is a baking/walking disaster bcz mood, jin screaming and being a mama hen, idk how i wrote this in just one flight, chiru probably needs creative writing classes at this point, how do you come up with good titles
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the clock read, 2.09am. i groaned. it was one of those days again. or rather, one of those nights. of grueling hunger and cravings. and there was one way to solve it(or make it worse) without actually eating. though it may not be the best way. do u kno da wae-chiru get out i snatched my phone from my bedside table and loaded instagram, heading straight to the buzzfeedtasty instagram account. yes, tasty. the number one guilty pleasure where their food looks so good even with the simplest ingrediants, and when you recreate it it somehow looks like shit. or maybe i'm just a shitty cook. or maybe plating food to make it look aesthetically pleasing is just that difficult. or maybe both. to "satisfy" this sudden craving for sweets, i started watching videos of their deserts. god help me they look so good. the way the cream cheese blends with sugar and turns into a smooth white paste under the electric mixer, with heavy cream added to that mix and that generous teaspoon of vanilla essence that you can literally smell (jin: mMMMm sMELL) through your phone, those cheesecakes and oreos and cream and just all that fattening goodness- y'all this whole instagram account is straight up porn. i already feel fat just by watching these videos. but i'm still hungry af. the struggle is hella real who else can relate "ughhhhhh i wanna bake these godlike creations but i'm scared that i'll accidentally blow up my kitchen..." i groaned into my pillow. yeah, i’m a bit of a walking disaster, luckily i haven't reached namjoon's level. i think. one time my cookies almost turned out spicy because i was cooking spicy noodles at the same time. please don't ask. someone please just buy me a huge cheesecake to binge eat whilst i cry over my bad life decisions, one of which would be eating a whole 1542 calorie cheesecake at the asscrack of dawn. an imaginary or rather, imajinary-chiru stob light bulb went off from my head. there was one man made for this situation. one shoulder man, to be exact. i clicked on the contact "worldwide shoulders" and started typing.
(y/n) 2.30am
shoulder man take me by the hand lead me to the land that u understand
worldwide shoulders 2.35am
ya, its like 2.30am, shouldn't you be asleep? don't make me confiscate your phone
(y/n) 2.35am
sorry mom
worldwide shoulders 2.36am
yA tHIs chILd what's up, u usually don't text this late
(y/n) 2.37am
r u free tmr i wanna bake cheesecake pretty please
worldwide shoulders 2.38am
what a *cheesy* date if i do say so myself
(y/n) 2.38am
jIN its too early for puns :(
worldwide shoulders 2.39am
excuse you my puns are jinius
(y/n) 2.39am
SO cAN U BAKE WITH ME TMR :((( well actually it’ll be later today pls i owe u one
worldwide shoulders 2.40am
fine make sure u have the stuff ready, i'll come over at 10 go sleep its late
(y/n) 2.41am
yAY THANKS JINNIE
worldwide shoulders 2.41am
EXCUSE ME I AM OLDER THAN U (y/n) 2.42am :p see u tmr!! gnite shoulder man *finger heartu* worldwide shoulders 2.43am the disrespect i swear ----- "jin this is too tiring..." i groaned, my arms aching. "just a little bit more... just beat it harder." "look, must i really use my hands for this?" i whined. jin deadpanned. "(y/n) it's becoming white already, just continue. you wanted me to teach you right?" "why the hell can't i just use the electric mixer for the egg whites? its much faster than hand beating it..." i grumbled. "this is as good as doing 240 push-ups like jungkook," i whined. "my child there will be no shortcuts in this house when it comes to baking or cooking," i snorted at that. says the one who uses seasoning in his food. i mean, who doesn't? "i guess we can say that the cake will be eggcellent." he let out a windshield-wiper laugh at his own joke while i groaned at the terrible pun. "jin pls." ----- "DON'T CHOP THE BUTTER LIKE THAT OHMY GOD (Y/N) YOU'RE GOING TO CHOP YOUR HAND OFF LIKE THAT NO YOU'RE WORSE THAN NAMJOON SLICING ONIONS." jin shrieked at my horrible attempt to slice the frozen solid butter. i had forgotten to take the butter out to thaw, so now i had to face the consequences. of slicing, no, chopping, through rock solid butter that is stubborn about becoming smaller pieces. go me
he sighed and went behind me, his larger frame engulfing mine as he positioned my hand to hold the knife properly. "rest your index on top of the blade and your thumb and middle on its sides. this way, you'll have a better grip on the knife. and it reduces the chances of the knife slipping and chopping your finger off." he guides my fingers to hold the knife, while rambling on the precautions to take-which entered one ear and left the other. how am i supposed to concentrate when i've never been in this close proximity with the man until this moment? gosh he was warm and it feels real cozy, his chin gently resting on my shoulder to oversee the process, his larger hand on my smaller one guiding me to chop the butter. how domestic, i chuckled at the thought. i wonder how his hand would look like with his fingers entwined with mine- -which is what i did with the hand unoccupied by the knife. without me even registering it, i grabbed his free hand. our hands were clasped together and our fingers were tangled with each other. “omg (y/n) what are you doing” i screamed in my brain. do y’all ever just get intrusive thoughts like this and regret everything leading up to this moment. jin gave me a quizzical look that screamed "what are you doing." ok but same jin, same. well this turned awkward. in my panic, i let go of his hand. and the knife. good job, (y/n). "OH MY GOD LOOK OUT" jin yelled for what must be the 182297318th time today at my screw up and pulled me away from the knife which fell to the floor with a clang. i was pressed flushed against his chest as he pulled my body closer to his, almost as if we were snuggling. except that now is not really the time to snuggle with the situation at hand. thankfully the knife didn’t hurt any of us, but i knew, i was in deep shit with jin. i mentally braced myself for the lecture i was going to get. oh boy this is going to be ugly. "look (y/n), i dont care if you cant cook for shit." his face was starting to turn red from the incoming rant, and i had to stifle a giggle at that. there was always something amusing about jin scolding-maybe it comes from the fact that even if the mood is serious, he still wants to make everyone laugh and doesn’t want an atmosphere too damp. so his scolding just somehow turns comical. i bit down on my bottom lip harshly to stop the giggles, lest the lecture becomes longer. "but you are handling something sharp, please be careful." "i understand." i sighed. "look if i'm not here, you could have been seriously injured, you can't just play while handling knives. luckily i was around and could pull you away before it landed on your feet and cause you to internally bleed in your toe. do you even know how nasty it looks to have that black blood clot under your nail?" i nodded sheepishly. "loOK, WHAT IF YOU WERE ALONE? YOU COULD HAVE BLED TO DEATH AND THEN I WOULD NEED TO HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL WHICH WOULD NOT END WELL MAJOR BLOOD LOSS IS NOT A FUN THING OK YOU NEED BLOOD TRANSFUSION SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THE KNIFE DONT BE A SECOND NAMJOON." "yes mom." "excuse you i am not your mother." "alright you're excused mr worldwide handsome... mom." "YA THIS BRAT." ----- thankfully, that was the only major incident-or as the drama queen puts it, life threatening incident-that happened while baking the cheesecake. after 2 hours of screaming together and jin telling me how to carry out baking procedures properly, we finally put the cake together. "jin, she's beautiful." i shed a fake tear at our finished product. fake tear-fake love tear-chiru why are you so lame "yeah, but im more beautiful amirite." ".....you're inedible so obviously the cheesecake is prettier than you." he looked at me with a mock look of offense and i giggled at that. "well at least my face doesn't need to be caked with makeup to look good." "jin, why are you so lame." just like me "hey at least i'm still walking." "oh my god." "i mean that's not my name, but god's also a good name for someone as handsome as me." "........i give up." there was a tense moment of pregnant silence that settled between us. suddenly, we both burst out laughing at our ridiculous banter filled with bad puns, courtesy of jin. "let's eat the cheesecake, shall we?"
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